Can I request that me and Morpheus are husband and wife and I have telekinesis and I protect him from all the people who are after him but i over use them and I pass out but release a energy blast but he catches me in his arms and places me in his bed until I wake up and I finally reveal who I am and he is very sweet about it
Brave New Dream
pairing: Dream of the Endless x Powerful fem!reader
summary: a thousand lifetimes of protecting the man you love and a billion reasons to love you more.
warnings: slight spoilers for the comics.
word count: 3k+
dedicated to this lovely Anon who, I hope will enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Not sure this is what you had in mind but I took a bit of a creative license ;)
Enter the Dream, weary traveller
The universe began in death.
The world as humans know it was created billions and billions and trillions of years ago.
And for the longest time, there was nothing there.
Not even darkness.
Nothing but a pile of rocks that I'd crafted from my tears, long before I even knew about tears; long before I even knew about sadness.
Long before I knew about anything at all.
Unfortunately, the concept of sadness is one I’ve become familiar with. It's a concept I completely owe to myself, lest there be a Depression of the Endless I would be unaware of.
Naturally, sadness has never only really been just sadness.
And love has never really been just love.
Sadness and love; the only things I've ever taken for granted. I drag them behind me, like one of my husband's long billowing coats, on my road to eternity.
And eternity, is unbearable.
Eternity is impervious to evolution.
Eternity is impervious to the big D.
Eternity has never been anything else but existence, uninterrupted.
Nothing but me, sitting cross-legged on a giant rock floating in endless nothingness, watching stars bursting into life.
Billions and billions of lives.
Billions and billions of deaths.
Aeons fly by.
Atoms arrange, break down, rearrange, reshape, remodel in an infinite scheme for life.
And of this new process, burst life, everlasting.
The Creator came first.
He shaped worlds and realities of incomparable beauty, worlds that I could admire from my rock in a secluded part of this new universe. For him, I was grateful.
The Designer came second.
She'd always been here, in a way, just like me, but the Elden Books only gave her life meaning when her disembodied eyes had found those of her equal. For her, I was devastated.
Mother Night and Father Time were a logic addition to this bubbling garden of life, looking back.
Night and Time.
The essence of youth, ebbing away, crumbling to dust with each passing day; the everlasting presence of darkness itself, allowing thought to mankind, spawning fear and wonder in equal parts.
Night and Time. They never even knew I was there.
Night and Time and their children.
Seven Endless, seven beings, just as lost as I. Seven creatures of obedience and rules and death and destiny and dream and destruction and despair and desire and delight and—
Love.
So much love.
At first sight really; at first heartbeat.
But they were meant for inspiration, these beings, nothing else. Never anything else.
Whereas I was meant to watch.
From the darkest yet untrodden corner of a burgeoning universe, in a form that was not my own and thoughts that never sparred with anyone nor anything else. For them, I became everything that I am today.
But the beginning is important to this story; perhaps twice as important as the end. As it was from this very rock of oblivion, that I witnessed the purest thing yet.
The universe began with a dream.
A tiny dream, the first dream ever dreamt.
A fickle thing born of love.
A firstborn daughter, dreaming of her father, long since dead in battle. Fuzzy around the edges, the dream had no tangible contender, nor substance.
The father had no face to look at, no eyes to stare into nor voice to listen to; he was only as strong as all the men in her village, but the babe had no use for a face, only for a feeling.
She saw herself as older, fuller, running into his arms and laughing—laughing is not quite the opposite of crying, you see, but it is a merciful lie, one we tell ourselves to preserve our hearts, if only for a moment.
And the newly-born Dream Lord, barely more than a babe himself, was the sole puppeteer of this blooming hope.
And he was beautiful.
I loved him instantly for it.
I loved him for hope, I loved him for dreams, I loved him for love, even. I loved him for everything he could do and everything he could be. I loved him because when I thought of him I didn't feel quite as alone anymore.
I loved him because he gave me the courage to leave my rock and set sail for the stars. He'd never admit it, but Earth had always been his favourite of all worlds. And so it became mine.
Every waking moment, I sought to protect him. To love him from afar, rather than to not love him at all.
These days, it proved harder a task than usual.
The turn of the Twentieth century had offered me many things.
Semi-security, as a traveller, a woman, an impossible being. I'd been burnt as a witch, drowned as a witch, scalped as a witch, wheeled as a fae and hanged as a thief. I did not enact revenge. All of these were true, to some extent.
I'd established various homes across the aeons, found others like me, befriended some, hated nearly all of them. Always loved him.
Human beings are selfish by nature, but they have a knack to come about it that is just so ethereally beautiful and insightful and... magnificent. Just so uniquely human.
My love was just as self-absorbed. My friends themselves had some choice words about my aeon-long pining.
But of those friends, I particularly resented one.
Madame Klare was nothing particularly graceful nor spiteful. Only horrifyingly, tediously decent.
She knew of my shameful feelings, naturally. I reckon her exact words were A worthless waste of cosmic time, or some such lines.
The jab wasn't strictly intended to my feelings but rather to the unconventional way I chose to deal with them.
You see, I wholeheartedly believe that ire and hate are driving emotions, but there comes a time when the well of hate has run dry, when ire is no longer burning away in a pit but dying out in a shallow pool.
But love... love is infinite.
And when you love something as much as I love Morpheus, you protect it. It's the most... natural thing in the worlds—all and every of them worlds.
And time and time again, I protected him.
It began like a drawl; a slow, steady choreography that I practised alone from behind a one-way mirror—the Selena Gomez to his Drew Seeley.
He was a dark dot on a map, followed by a burst of light—life and love, everlasting.
My entire lives, I kept running after him.
After billions and billions of years, I was awarded a holiday by my dear friend.
A centennial thing—every three hundred years, she would kick my ass to the curb. I would leave for a century; go off-world, love myself, love the stars, come back and resume my duties to my one true love.
It was also during this century of lenience that my love was stolen from me.
I encountered him again some time later in a park in England, feeding the pigeons, of all things. I found him changed, in an odd, less tormented way.
The sun was showing her glowing head, burning brightly on an amateur soccer game. A fevered child ran past Dream of the Endless—he glanced at it with disdain and I stifled a laugh.
Needless to say, in this picturesque landscape, the broody dream Lord stood out like a sore thumb.
Something in him called out to something buried in me. For the first time, I decided to break my own rules.
He didn’t notice when I sat beside him.
‘’I love pigeons. They only ever need you for food but at least they’re very straightforward little bastards about it.’’
He gave me a sideway glance—sapphire blue and decaying hopes—and flicked another crumb to the surrounding flock.
There have been many an occasion, many a cause for his sadness over the years.
Sadness swallowed him whole every time.
Which is why I’d promised myself that I would never be the source of it.
Sadness was a default setting for both of us, but his was an infinite whirlpool, a tiny part of an endless ocean, extinguishing all hope of light it came across. And for a very long time, I thought this was all there was. But his sadness was so much deeper, so much stranger and so much more beautiful than that. Than mine. He was it. He was my everything.
My hand found his knee; only for a second, only for a tiny speck of comfort magic to weave through the dark jeans, through muscle, make-believe tissue and bone and there—the heart of an endless.
He looked at me then. At the smile I unknowingly offered him and the warm touch of my hand on his knee. And panic set in. Like every time for the past ten billion years, I scrammed.
⚭ ⚭ ⚭
The universe was playing a cruel joke on me.
The cruelest yet.
I simply kept seeing him everywhere, without even looking.
I wasn’t being strictly honest with myself either.
I knew about Hob and the New Inn; I had known about everything for a very long time.
I just didn’t expect he would see me right away.
I didn’t expect Hob to point a finger to the standoffish girl who’d been stalking his old friend for hours. I didn’t expect the man himself to look over. I didn’t expect my legs to be such traitors in the nick of time.
‘’Hi,’’ Keep it cool. Keep it together. Oh, god. He’s looking at me. He’s really looking at me and seeing me and I’m standing there, not doing anything. ‘’Can I… buy you a drink?’’
I’d done many stupid things over time. Hurt a lot, broke my own heart, shadowed him dutifully.
Loved him with everything that I had.
Of that, I said nothing.
I spoke of awkward things, shallow things, lively things, shiny things and funny things.
He didn’t laugh. He didn’t say much at all. He just kept staring and listening and I was entirely convinced that by the end of the evening I would scramble off back to my rock.
But I did not.
And he asked to see me again.
From there, something blossomed. Something beautiful and unlikely and ultimately based on lies.
But life went on.
And we… we fell into this lie so easily—he, digging deeper into the clumsy courtship and I, burying myself in a grave made of my own rules. It looked an awful lot like the underside of a cosmic rock.
He believed me human; of all things.
He saw my messy flat, and my boho friends and he showed me his realm and his love and it all absolutely terrified me.
I began by lying to my boyfriend.
Before long, I kept lying to my husband.
In all fairness, I’d denied him, the first time.
And despite his sadness and anguish, and my own self-loathing, I kept denying him until I just couldn’t anymore.
The wedding itself was all very briskly. Unexpected.
Right after I’d said no for the fifth time and just before I’d said yes for the first.
Something blue, something stolen, an immortal best man and his sister Death, officiating a small barely-put-together ceremony in the middle of an English park. It was perfect. It was everything.
I tried to convince myself that I was happy. I tried to live in a lie. I chose to kiss my husband every day, to chase his touch, to listen to the voice in me that needed him nearly as much as he needed me.
But every story, if you keep it going long enough, ends in death.
Death, is no beautiful lady on a languid trek through Brighton.
Death, is a burst of light, with a twist.
It’s a blonde woman who’s just lost a son and will take it out on anyone.
On the love of all my lives.
My physical form is used to these instincts by now. I should know better. I really, really should know better.
My mind follows, leaping from the confines of a rock at the borders of a forgotten universe.
I stand between a broken woman and a tattered dream—and I burst. I let it engulf all parts of me in every world that I’ve ever known. My power reacts on its own, fuelled by instincts and a dreary endless life without him.
This life remembers aeons of solitude.
It remembers bright skies and a dream of love. It remembers an otherworldly burst of light and a bewildered dream and a fuzzy mother.
This death remembers an endless embrace of sinew and a bed of starlight and wobbling bookshelves coming into focus.
‘’Boss? I think she’s coming to.’’
‘’My dream? Can you hear me?’’
A fuzzy dream of love and a talking raven.
A throbbing head and a loving hand in the small of my back, helping me up.
‘’It seems you’ve used up your… energy. Trying to help me.’’
‘’He means that you totally kicked ass today.’’
The raven isn’t an unusual sight. The bite in my husband’s eyes however…
It’s not that I haven’t seen this gaze before; this cool, unperturbed, assessing gaze. It’s just that I have never seen it in relation to me. This is death, for the first time in fifty billion years.
‘’Leave us.’’
The master’s orders are seldom discussed, and I am eternally grateful to Matthew for his slight twitch and dubious glance but I reassure him with a small smile. The bird flies away through a window; a window I recognise. Dream’s window. Our window in our little cosmic alcove, here, in his kingdom.
‘’It’s nice to see you still consider me enough to spare a pillow for my head,’’ I observe, stretching on the silk sheets and throwing him a coy smile. ‘’But whatever should we do with this insanely large bed?’’
‘’You lied to me.’’
The bite is cutting, gritted through a carefully crafted mask of indifference. It hurts more than the fleeting ghost touch of brushing against him in a busy street. More than shoving sixteenth century robbers with a wandering eye for rubies against a wall of a tavern with the force of my mind. Far more than nudging an engagement ring towards the man I’ve always loved, painfully aware that he would be gifting it to another woman.
‘’I’m not human, Morpheus.’’
The words are painful; they clog in my throat, and I wish to take them back immediately. A teardrop glistens in his endless eyes. I want to reach up and collect it before it falls.
‘’What, then?’’
‘’I don’t know. Not exactly. I never have. I just know that I’m old. Older than you.’’
He chuckles bitterly. ‘’That is impossible.’’
‘’Nothing is impossible. You taught me that.’’
‘’It’s all been a lie, has it not?’’
‘’Yes.’’ I’m desperate. Pathetic. His. ‘’You have to understand, I just wanted to protect you. That’s all I’ve ever wanted, baby.’’
‘’You lie.’’
‘’I live for you.’’ I put his hand over the last beating organ I have left and kiss his tears away. ‘’I burn for you. I die for you.’’
‘’You’ve killed for me, my love. And you almost did die as well.’’
‘’I’ll do it again. Tomorrow if you’re free. I might have to sneak out, though. My husband gets awfully jealous; in this very hot very red-flaggy way.’’
He gives a snort—even that is dignified—and takes my face into his hands. ‘’You’ve overwhelmed yourself.’’
‘’Happens once every millennia. Only with you though. Always with you.’’
And then I read it. The confusion in his face. Dream’s always been an open book to me; an open books of books, Destiny’s own damned tome of forged tales. Dream is my fate, I know that now.
‘’When? When did you start…’’
Complete and unabridged truth. In sickness and in health. For now and until forever ends.
‘’Do you remember Alianora?’’
He remembers. He remembers everything.
‘’She needed a bit of a nudge to cross over. Took care of those lousy gods though, did she not?’’
I did it. It’s done. Out in the multiverse.
I’ve just admitted to indirectly saving his life and his realm. I’ve just admitted to unknowingly third wheeling in one of his earliest relationships. I’ve just admitted to loving him, for eons past.
‘’That was you? You helped her then?’’
‘’And a few more times across time. Once or twice or a billion. You, mister, are a magnet for trouble.’’
‘’You should have shown yourself.’’
‘’I had no wish to trample on your happiness. I wanted you happy, even if it wasn’t with me. That’s what love is, isn’t it?’’
‘’I love you.’’ He says after a drop. His admission has my own eyes watering. ‘’I think I loved you even when I didn’t know you.’’
‘’I don’t,’’ I sob into his jaw. ‘’I hate myself. I hate myself for not being there, for not being by your side when you were imprisoned.’’
‘’Do not fret. I was released and then—I met you.’’
He’s lost his eloquence somewhere in this mess of tears and snot that we share, and the kisses I keep peppering along his jaw and the thousand truths I haven’t told him yet. But I purposely pause to tell him this one.
‘’That wasn’t easy, you know.’’
He pauses as well to look me in the eyes properly.
‘’A real hurdle. There were guards everywhere and I can’t reach that far on my own. I just had to make it look like an accident—a misplaced swipe of a tired wheel. But it worked. It set you free, and I am so glad that it did, because then I wouldn’t have had these glorious years with you. I peaked, I really did.’’
He stands frozen for a moment.
My dream king, prince of stories who’s just been told an entirely new one that he doesn’t understand.
I stare deeply into those starlight eyes only to find that I can read him no longer. It frightens me beyond compare.
‘’Please, say something.’’
He inhales deeply, nostrils flaring as he brushes my temple with a soft thumb. The moment drags on with the sweetest touch before I catch his fallen tear with my trembling lips. Against those, he whispers shakily.
‘’Can I… buy you a drink, Dream Queen?’’
A/N: Some soft, out-of-character Dream, but who’s complaining?
could you just do some random headcanons you have for steve/what it would be like to date him?
i sure can :)
- steve’s a huge animal person. literally the type of person to call to stray cats in hopes of getting them to come over so he can pet them
- he loves super sweet coffee, always adding a heap of creamer to his morning cup
- he sucks at cooking (like, can barely cook eggs kinda sucks at cooking) but you better bet he will take however long it takes to learn how to make your favorite meal!
- he loves traveling! although he hasn’t gotten out of hawkins all that much in his lifetime, he has plans to see the pacific and atlantic oceans at least once in his life
- he won’t ever admit it, but he’s incredibly sentimental, especially when it comes to his significant other.
- he still has all his friendship bracelets saved from summer camp when he was a little kid
- he loves having his hair played with
- not that he’d ever admit he likes one animal more than the other, but steve is secretly very much so a cat person
- trust me when i say he is a blanket hog. like- honestly, it’s almost impressive how much of the blanket he can manage to bundle up on his side of the bed
- he really hates the cold but loves what comes with it (sweaters, hot drinks, snow, etc.)
- hes the type to carve his initials with his significant others initials into a tree with a heart surrounding it
- i cant put enough emphasis on how much he hates bugs. he simply despises them
those are about all i could come up with for now, but feel free to request again sometime! <3
Request from anon: May I please request Kageyama with the song “Like real people do”? I absolutely know that your writing is phenomenal so I kind of want to give you a challenge sis if u know what I mean wink wonk;-)
summary/warnings: Kageyama never considered love, until you came to the agency. Spy! au/mentioned death. Based off of Like Real People Do // Hoizer
wc: 968
Love was never on the table. The thought of falling in love became nauseating the second he’d figured out his calling. It was too dangerous to bring a lover into his world. The thought of abandoning his person, his home, like he’d seen his father do stirred something inside of him. It ignited the anger he’d long buried. After all it was his job that tore his family apart. Ruined his childhood, and stole his mother from him.
Yet, he found himself slowly just like his father. The desire to right the world's wrongs led him to the agency. To be a martyr, investigating and solving all the crimes that corrupt cops could not. He became a spy, and his life was dangerous.
Love had never been on Tobio Kageyama’s mind. Until you came along. A new spy. One from another well known agency, there and hellbent on exposing the corruption of your old home. The way you strolled into the meeting room on your first day initially meant nothing. Then you became his partner. A presence in his life that he had no choice but to accept. The mission you two were to embark on was a dangerous one. The planning, execution and success would take months of meticulous planning. In that time you’d managed to spark the tiniest of flame in the man's heart. A flame that could never fully ignite.
The whisper of his name fell from your lips paired with a whimper as his lips rest on your neck. Kissing and sucking as he pleased, wanting to paint you like a galaxy. “Are you ok?” The words were simple, but sent a shiver down your spine. From the way swollen lips shined in the moonlit room, to the way darkened eyes examined your figure. He wanted to know if you wanted him as much as he wanted you.
Words were meaningless as your lips pressed against his. The pressure against your back disappeared as hands felt their way along your thighs as your feet were no longer on the floor. It was the way he looked at you, hardened eyes softening as the barriers separating you both disappeared one by one.
“Kageyama,” the drawl of his name coming from your lips had stopped him from climbing out of the bed. Your arm reaching out to pull him back under the covers and back into the bubble you two had temporarily built. The previous night had come and gone, neither of you expecting to be with one another at sunrise. The kiss you placed on his lips had been sweeter than any honey he’d ever tasted, as he allowed you to steal his time yet again.
“Don’t we have a recon mission today.”
He had to stop his heart from fluttering at the way you peppered soft kisses along his cheek. The mention of your job, an attempt at forcing himself back into reality. Your hum of acknowledgement was followed by you sitting up. Kagayama couldn’t help but eye the way your body looked, sheets pooled around your waist. ‘One more kiss couldn’t hurt,’ he’d thought to himself as his hand trailed up your ribcage.
One more kiss turned into a hundred more. As time went by, he found himself clinging more to the idea of you and less to the one of being a martyr. You never missed the way confusion would overtake his mind at the affection you’d provided. He relished in the way you brought him coffee during late night work sessions. Your head resting on his shoulder, as he read over his nth file. He found himself happy, but undeserving. As the time for execution neared his head ached.
This infiltration, and goal of stealing top secret files is dangerous. You’d be going back to the place that made you who you were and committing the ultimate act of betrayal. Not to mention, him, an a rival agent had the orders to stop anyone who got in your way. He was skilled and he knew that, however so were they. If your stealth and ability to kick the ass of people 3 times out of your weight class were any indication-- then they were trained well. Kageyama eyed the gun he’d be taking with him tomorrow warily. “Why did you have to be my partner (Y/N)”
The question caught you off guard, but you didn’t waiver. “I know someone like Hinata could have used you as his. Afterall, his stealth is subpar.” He hadn’t lifted his eyes from the weapon. The couch beside him dipped as your scent filled his nostrils.
“I asked to be put with you. I found you interesting.” The hand you placed on his shoulder caused him to shift his gaze to meet your eyes. “
Why? What were you looking for. You just came out of nowhere. Pulled me out of the dirt and ruined everything. What were you looking for.”
With each sentence his voice raised yet you didn’t shy away.
“I used to be like you. My parents were both spies growing up. It ruined my life and my perception that I could be anything because they were destined to die in this world.”
That had been the first time he’d heard about your home life. The admission was simple, yet enough to steady his raging heart. While he wanted to know more, he knew now wasn't the time. He wouldn’t ask where you came from and neither would you. Not now at least.
For now you’d just kiss. Pretending for once you were real people. That you two were normal. The words would follow after you reigned victorious. As your hands gently trailed his chest, each touch causing his heart to skip a beat, he knew. Maybe love could be on the table.
a/n: First off THANK U FOR REQUESTING BBY. This one was interesting and kinda hard. this is my first time writing for kags and like the meaning of this song and interpreting it was interesting. Yall can see i ended up kinda switching the writing style halfway through (F in the chat). But I kinda like it idk. Yeah- I only have 1 more song request so feel free to send more while i go to class before I go back to my fics! RULES
