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I had a thought about vampire!dream… reader releasing him after he’s been starving for 106 years???? Boy would jump reader so fast and If he got addicted to the taste of readers blood? 👀👀👀👀
‘Please,’ he whispered. His lips grazed over your throat. He could feel your heartbeat against his lips. He just fed yesterday, but oh your taste, your smell, it was all so intoxicating. His throat clenched again for the umpteenth time, his mouth was unbelievable dry as he parted his lips gently kissing your skin. He was so thirsty, so addicted.
Your answer, however, was lodged in your throat. ��Yes’, ‘okay’, ‘I’m yours’ all weighed on your tongue. Despite the years together, he always managed to silence you, especially when he begged like this.
So, when your answer did not come quick enough. Dream took matters into his own hands - actually no, he gave himself over completely to you. You had the say. You always did. He dropped to his knees, his hands wrapped around your waist as his nails dug into your hips. He glanced up with those lovely and tragic crystalline blue eyes, and his bottom lip quivered as he muttered a final desperate ‘please’.
And why would you deny him when he asked so nicely?
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I uh didn’t expect this to come out of me but I’m not upset 😂 my love you unlocked something! I need a feral, love/blood drunk vampire!dream like now
#I have awakened something in me#also dream begging? always a win#reallystressedhoneybee#ask#vampire!dream
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hi peaches!! Can you recommend some Sandman blogs/authors? I'm getting into the show and got all the way through a fic on AO3 in awe of the writing and characterization, then I checked the author and saw it was YOU. It's amazing to find one of my favorite authors in a completely different fandom!! ❤️
Hi! That is so cool, 🥲 I’m so glad you liked it (I'm curious if it was a tear in your hand?) Anyway, I haven't poked my nose in that fandom recently but I definitely have some recs:
Younger Gods (one of my all time fav fics from any fandom by @cuckoo-on-a-string who is near and dear to my heart)
Aralezinspace @aralezinspace (one of my first moots, ily. Would recommend Pale and Summer Knight)
The First of Many (!!!! @tinypandacakes who also writes for this cracked out COD fandom and her stuff is amazing)
Lady Morpheus
landwriter
today i bury you in me.
All the Precious and Fragile Things @alteon77 (better than a whole ass book)
softestpunk
reallystressedhoneybee @reallystressedhoneybee (I love Falling Stardust, Fortuna, and an Innocent Apple)
Per Somnia
there are so many more but I am a goldfish. Happy reading!
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I know this is late rn (it is here in my country lmao);;; but will you continue the Morpheus X Filipino!Reader???;;; I'm not really sure if there's a follow-up that I'm not aware of sorry... But I have an idea, after the drunk shenanigans, they get a massiiiiive hangover and question if what happened really happened but continue their day. Then after being kicked out, Morpheous just followed them like the lost puppy he is (in this case a lost sad wet cat lmao) like in a work/university(as a student or professor idk). LITERALLY everywhere (stalking but in a cute way if it makes sense?). And Cori visit now and then, for his own amusement lol, just to annoy Dream and make him jealous or watch his "Dad" suffer and be a pathetic love sick puppy LMAOOOOO Also, Matthew gives Morpheus some love and courting(?) tips is quite cute and funny at the same time lolololol
Anywayyyyyyyyyyyyyy have a great day or night~!!!! idk
Oh, Don't Be Like That
Dream of the Endless x Reader + Corinthian x Reader (except its mostly Dream & Cori duking it out AHHAHA)
Summary: There was a battle going inside your mind between a nightmare and the master of dreams... literally.
Word Count: 1k+
Warnings: gender neutral!reader, psychological mind fuckery, corinthian being the nightmare he is, brat!cori, jealous!dream, exasperated dad!dream, angst?, crackfic?, typos, etc.
A/N: hi nonnie, there is actually a next part to it, but lol sige na nga ahsf;lashf i'll write what you want (i hope you like it) only cos i love corinthian so much and i want them to bite each other (in a fight HAHHAHAH) i hope you enjoy it and yeah it was pretty late when you sent this i remember but that doesnt matter cos i got back to you 1000 years later lol This is technically a p4. [p1 "Thorn At My Side"] [p2 "Beer"] [p3 "Not Enough"] but you dont have to read them to understand lol. Tagging everyone from p3!: @cleverzonkwombatsludge @pinksirensong @lexi-anastasia @aralezinspace @emy635 @libra207 @secretdreamlandmentality @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9 @laraackerman @reallystressedhoneybee @farintonorth @shining-yuu @ellooo0ooo i'll also tag @sloanexx even though this isn't the jealous!dream req i was talking to you about lol
I was running. I was running so fast that I was losing my breath. The halls were winding. I reach a split hallway and take a sharp turn right.
"Oh, little bug," the ominous voice calls, "why are you running from me? I thought we were friends?"
I run faster, skin crawling, rising with goosebumps, as I tread frantically down the hall.
I see light at the end. I run faster and faster towards it, as fast as my legs can take me.
All at once, the light is gone and I slam into a dead end. I fall to bottom and scramble. I push myself back into the corner, looking out into the darkness, awaiting my demise.
"Oh, pretty thing," he laughs, "how stupid of you."
My entire body is trembling. I break into an ear piercing, body curdling shriek when I see a figure. A grim, twisted, eerily grinning face comes into view from the shadows.
My head blares because of my screaming, and yet when the figure comes to light and doubles down in laughter. Tears in my eyes are clouding my vision, and I'm curled up in the corner for dear life.
He takes of his shades and leans on his knees. The teeth in his eyes wheeze with him. It takes me a good long while for me to realize just who in the nightmare this man was, with the aid of him introducing himself.
"It's me, doll," he chuckles, turning to me, "your boyfriend Cori."
I recoil, as this finally dawns onto me. Boyfriend my ass. I begin to heave as my frightened tears turn into bitter angry ones. I rise to my feet, chest rising and falling in anger. I point an accusing finger to the blonde, "you are NOT my boyfriend," I step forward each statement, "you stupid, annoying, evil little bitch-ass, rat!"
Corinthian raises his hands in defeat, chuckling once more, proceeding to wipe his glasses on his shirt, looking down as he snorts, "oh, but I am."
When he looks back up as he puts his glasses back on, the grin on his face disappears as he is faced with nothing but darkness.
Corinthian is no longer in the hall, he is only stood alone in the darkness.
"Deceiver."
Corinthian's blood runs still. His breath hitches when he turns and is faced with an imposing figure.
Dream of the Endless glares at his creation with a tense jaw. His eyes are lit with a fury. Corinthian can easily recognize the envy.
He feels a possessiveness, an irksome roll in his gut. What is he doing in my nightmare?
Corinthian grinds his teeth then exhales, adjusting his shades on the bridge of his nose. He feels ire rise up the artery in his neck, but he plays it off with an airy chuckle, "sounds like a whole lot of denial on your part, papa bear."
Dream's nostrils flare, he steps forward, not willing to lose to his spawn, "I have gotten my answer, nightmare. Bego-"
"You've been following us," Cori cuts in, not wanting to end the nightmare, not wanting to lose either. He watches the strangles expression on his maker tighten. The nightmare's gotten some good footing, "you've seen us walk together," he raises a brow, "laughing, holding hands."
The blonde is excited by the involuntary reaction he gets from Dream. His dark form darkens even more. The king begins to contort into a thing of horror. His form is shifting into fear itself.
If a nightmare had a nightmare, it would be him.
And yet he does a good job of playing it off, Corinthian wills himself to, just before fear overtook him, "it'd be stupid of you not to realize the feelings we evidently share for each other."
Lord Morpheus' frightful and terror-inspiring form begins to dwindle, to lose its edge at the his words. Corinthian was, like the Lord of Dreams said, a deceiver, a master at that, but he was nonetheless true at a point though. That was why a paleness overtook Dream's face, dejected, cold.
Corinthian enjoys the fact he has the upper hand, "I've been spending all my time, frolicking with-"
"And yet," his voice cracks like thunder, "you were denied," Dream cuts, smashes with a sledgehammer. He nears Corinthian. His master feels his shudder, "enough of your games, child."
A shiver runs down his spine. The power of his words over Corinthian was absolute gospel. He felt like he was being drawn back into the depths by his ankles. Cori was not giving up without a fight however.
"I can hear your true intentions, Corinthian," Dream speaks, "cease your childish prods-"
"No," Corinthian snorts. He points a finger to the ground, "no, you're wrong. You can't make me!"
He watches Dream narrow his eyes and tilt his head. He gulps when he hears him say, "can't I?"
Corinthian feels his body vibrate in anger, in annoyance, in deviance.
At the same time, they both feel the stirring of the being's consciousness.
Corinthian heaves, forcing himself to laugh, "there's still something you still don't understand, pops."
Dream is done with him, and yet he decides to humor his Corinthian, "and what would that be?"
"Unlike you, we actually have a relationship, and I'm actually, at least, friends with t-"
I gasp awake, feeling a cold sweat down my neck. I squeal and snap my head to the side when I hear a voice from across my bedroom.
It's Corinthian, taunting me, a blanket on his form from where he was spending the night on my sofa chair, groaning as he shifted, lips curving upward, "nightmare?"
I catch my breath, scowling, grabbing the pillow beside me on my bed, "asshole!" I throw the pillow at him, "I knew it was a bad idea to let you sleep over!"
Corinthian is hit in the face by my unexpectedly good shot. The glasses he kept on slips from his nose and yet he is undeterred, and even chuckles, "that's what you get for playing good Samaritan."
"Rat!" I bark, "cretin! TROLL! GREMLIN-"
"I don't know why you're so angry," Cori laughs, "I'm sure you don't remember a thing."
"That doesn't mean I don't feel the fear in my body, moron! IMBECILE!"
Dream, on the other hand, who manifested his consciousness back in the Dreaming, alerts Matthew, who had been waiting for him, perched on his throne's backrest.
"So?" the raven crows.
Dream ignores him, standing from his throne, and walking off with a dark cloud over head.
Matthew watches him storm away. He sighs, "I told you to just ask if Corinthian was-"
"Silence, bird."
Matthew stops. He sighs. He'd roll his eyes if he could. He gently mocks, "ok then, boss. You're the boss, boss."
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I’ll be so honest with you, I have torn through your entire list of sandman works several times over (I am truly obsessed) and I love it so much but I need more and I am hooooping you could give me the names of some other authors you like? or some fic titles? I love (!!) the style you have of a fully developed/named oc so original characters are not only fine but in fact highly desirable. (I’m so sorry if this ask is rude or pressuring or anything!! feel free to ignore if it is!!)
That isn't rude at all! I think this was very flattering and politely framed.
There are SO MANY great Sandman fics. It really depends on what you're looking for. Are you looking for smut or slow-burn? One-shots or long, complex narratives?
Here's a varied list:
Treehouse by inlovewithanendless
Reallystressedhoneybee has a TON of works
alteon77 has a multi-fic series with a ton of amazing worldbuilding
@dotieeee @roguelov @aralezinspace all have varied and delightful flights of fancy with our beloved Endless
This list wouldn't be complete without mentioning @ohraicodoll and @peachesofteal, either! Both great writers.
There are so many fics I forgot to bookmark during the initial wave that I mourn losing, but this list should be a starter for you!
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upcoming fic! aka a sequel/alt version of Once upon a december~!!
basically Once upon a December but from Walter/Harry's pov! full of melancholia, heartbreaking inner monologues, and those sad but hopeful kinds of longing stares~ taglist is open to be asked for but just in case-i'll tag the main ouad taglist here in case yall wanna be tagged!
@thetrueghostqueen @littlewierdalien
@anti-herosprettybby @hofficoffi @miniaturehideoutmentality
@disneyfan50 @reallysparklychaos @reallystressedhoneybee
@rebellbelle @austynparksandpizza @tati-the-fangirl
@habblez-the-babblez @lyre-online
#walter deville x reader#walter deville#the invitation 2022#ouad#once upon a december#days in the sun#walters version
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Tagged by @just-some-random-blogger THANK U BABE 💖10 comfort movies in no particular order:
Pirates of the Caribbean
The Mummy
Lord of the Rings
The road to El Dorado
Stardust
Rise of the Guardians
The Matrix
Much Ado About Nothing
Kingsman: the secret service
Indiana Jones
Tagging: @reallystressedhoneybee @thepaintedlady00 @just-french-me-up @daddyjackfrost @why-what-no @secretly-a-wuss @sempiternalailurophile @java-jowgie
I was tagged by @sapphire-writes @targbarbie and @castellomargot to share my top 10 comfort movies. Thanks, lovelies!
Here they are:
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
Gremlins
Pan's Labyrinth
Beauty & The Beast
Stepbrothers
The Rocky Horror Picture Show
Maleficent
Dirty Dancing
Batman Returns
The Fountain
No pressure tags: @targaryenrealnessdarling @targshipper @xfancyuu @humanpurposes @just-some-random-blogger @borikenlove @ruby-dragon @beaconofthehightower @1800-fight-me @sapphirejaded
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Hello friend! So like, are you doing a tag list for 'The Waking Nightmare'? Because friend, I am salivating for Yandere!Dream 🤤
P.S. Your prologue and chapter one are *chef kisses*
Thank you so much! I very happy to hear you’re enjoying it so far!
Sadly though, I’m sorry to tell you that I don’t actually do tag list’s for any of my stories. If you want to read future chapters when they come out, you’ll just have to check my blog from time to time, or you could follow me and select the option to get notified when future posts are made.
I also have an ao3 account under this same user name and all my stories are posted there and updated the same day as when I post here on Tumblr. Those ones in fact are actually regularly edited more so because of ao3’s easier to use platform, so they’re of much better quality than the drafts you’ll find here on this blog.
Anyway, I hope you found this helpful and I apologize for any disappointment or inconvenience you might find with it.
Happy reading! 💕
#ask response#@reallystressedhoneybee#This Waking Nightmare#The Sandman#yandere!morpheus#fem!reader#yandere!morpheus x fem!reader#blog question#update status#yandere blog
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From this Sleepover Weekend: X Tell me which you prefer 😘:
Cold or Hot
Sweet or Salty
Morning or Night
Cats or Dogs
Silver or Gold
Hello my love 🥰😘
Cold or hot - if we are talking about seasons then cold (I like layers and snuggling under the blankets and even in general I like cold things more)
Sweet or salty - sweet (I have a major sweet tooth)
Morning or night - mornings (only because I’m an early riser but I do enjoy laying in bed at night by myself)
Cats or dogs - honestly I love both (I tend to interact with more dogs but I love cats too)
Silver or gold - silver (i have a lot more silver jewelry but for you I’ll buy you a golden ring 😉)
sleepover weekend
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Claiming His Mate- Part 10 PREVIEW
Work has been horrific. I am back and determined to finish this story. Halfway done with the chapter and was to excited to wait to show you the start. Very dark and very smutty.....maybe soft dark Morpheus will return at the end. Let me know what your think
18+ Trigger warnings in place
Without time to let out a gasp. You were forced back. Your back hitting something soft knocking the air from you. You watch helplessly as Morpheus hand reached out and with one powerful tug the dress ripped from your body sending you juddering against the bed in horror as the material turned to dust on the air. His onyx eyes burning into you, a gleeful spark igniting in those murky orbs as black formless tendrils wrapped around your thighs dragging you harshly down the softness of the sheets. No matter how you kicked or twisted the thick vines that ensnared you herd you fast and firm unrelenting till you displayed before him like a sacrifice on an alter. Thighs pried apart, arms tugged out gentle leaving you bare and exposed to him.
"Morpheus... What?" you gasped as his eye roamed your body.
"Hush, My Queen. Save your strength... you will need it. The Fates tell me it is rather arduous."
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#darkmorpheus#Morpheus x You#morpheus x reader#morpheus#Morpheus x Y/n#The Sandman#Sandman#netflix sandman#dream of the endless#the endless#king of dreams#dreams x reader#dream
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@igotanidea thank youuu, I loved doing it!! Also seeing yours made me want to do some amnesia fic 🤪
tagging my favs for fun (no pressure): @ellooo0ooo @reallystressedhoneybee @just-some-random-blogger
fic tropes tier list
I was tagged by my lovely @ohmyitsfaith <3 but made a new post because the original was huge. So here's my list;
No surprise that my writing style is all at the top lol.
Here's the template.
No pressure tags: @missmonsters2 @i984 @stevebabey @harringtown @wwinterwitch @eviekensington and anyone else who wants to do it
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I just had a random thought about this but Morpheus and a love confession to his s/o in the rain after they left the dreaming after figuring out about his past lovers and thinking they aren’t good enough because they’re a mortal/because they think he still loves them
Not Enough
Dream of the Endless x Reader + Corinthian x Reader
Summary: Corinthian is your new drinking mate (debatable), and you air out your frustrations to a hallucination of Dream... except he's actually standing outside your apartment in the pouring rain.
Word Count: 1k+
Warnings: Mentions/depictions of drinking/drunkenness, gender neutral!reader, exasperated "i am not your therapist"!corinthian, little mix enthusiast!reader, angst, fluff, typos, etc.
A/N: OK LISTEN UP this is ig a p3 continuation of "Beer" (part one being "Thorn At My Side") but also, you don't have to read it to understand. I'm also tagging everyone from p1 and 2 who commented just cuz 🫶🫶 @cleverzonkwombatsludge @pinksirensong @lexi-anastasia @aralezinspace @emy635 @libra207 @secretdreamlandmentality @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9 @laraackerman @reallystressedhoneybee @farintonorth @shining-yuu @ellooo0ooo also i love how dream looks like he's about to cry in the gif T_T HAHAHAHAHHHA i think deserve
Corinthian alternated between patting my back and holding me back from dancing on the table, which was honestly such an old man move on his part.
"Hey google," I call, "play No More Sad Songs by Little Mix."
"No," Corinthian retorts, "google no," he grabs the back of my shirt, "I am not listening to another sappy sad song."
I turn to him from over my shoulder, giving him a stink eye, "it's not a sappy sad song, grandpa," I wrangle out of his grip, "it's a good-bye-peace-out anthem."
Corinthian's grip does not relent. He pulls me back down to my seat, "I don't care."
I sit with a thud, though I continue my attempts to free myself from him.
The blonde pulls his hand back eventually, in lieu of grabbing his cup of gin.
"Hey google--"
"Stop."
"--play Joan of Arc by Little Mix."
"No google, don't."
Much to his distaste, Joan of Arc starts playing and I make my way off my chair, onto my tiny, dining room table.
Corinthian shakes his head, crossing his arms, "fine, it's not like I care if you die. At least then, I get to eat your eyes after you break your neck."
"What was that? I can't hear you over this power anthem," I call as I sway my hips to the beat.
The nightmare does nothing, as he can do nothing, but watch as I jam to my jam. Before I can even get to the chorus though, because of my rugged motions, my foot slips. Corinthian, in all his strength and speed, manages to catch me before I break my bones and my table along with me.
He grunts on impact and then yanks me down, "ok, now, I'm fucking pissed."
I yelp when he twists and hangs me on his shoulders. He carries me off the table and drops me in front of my couch. His shades droop a bit down his nose as he bends down in front of me, pointing a finger to my face, "don't fucking move."
I definitely don't fucking move and stand there still like a statue, resisting the urge to dance along to the song.
A few moments later though...
"Hey google,"
"SHUT UP!"
I purse my lips tightly, watching Corinthian as he turns to me from over his shoulder. When he goes back to cleaning my mess (it only dawned on me that I had most probably kicked some empty glass bottles, which then broke on the floor) I count one to ten before speaking again.
"HEYGOOGLEPLAYBOYBYLITTLEMIX!"
"STOP!"
Boy by Little Mix plays against his will.
The next thing I know, I'm latched onto the tall man's back like a backpack one move away from snapping. I'm begging him not to leave, "CORI, DON'T LEAVE ME, PLEASE, YOU'RE ALL I HAVE!"
He grunts, shaking me off as he makes his way to the door, "it's not hard to understand why."
"PLEASE, IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU HAVE BAD MUSIC TASTE."
Corinthian grumbles something under his breath and grabs my arms, forcing them off.
"Pleaseeeeeeee," I sob as I crumple to the floor like a discarded tissue.
He already made it to my door, but stopped himself when he spared a look before leave. He sighs at the fact I was felled like a disney princess, "get up."
"No."
He opens the door, "fine, I'll gladly leave you like that."
"NO WAIT!" I scramble to my feet. I sniffle and wipe my face with my wrist. His face scrunches at the sight of me, "you're so dramatic."
"And you're not?"
"At least I have class when I do it."
"I so too have class!"
He adjusts his glasses, "if that's what it takes to make feel better"
I give him a scowl. He returns it with a grin. Corinthian takes one step forward, wiping my cheek with the back of his hand, "your tears are wasted on him. Trust me."
With that, he pulls back and leaves.
I release a sigh, watching as the door shuts. I then run up to my window. I knit my brows at the sight of the grey clouds and the slight rain that begins to drizzle. I open my window and stick my head out, looking to the entrance of my apartment, waiting for Corinthian to come out.
When he does, I call out to him. He cranes his neck up at the sky upon feeling the rain. He loosens his coat and covers his head with it as he turns to me.
"Do you want to give you an umbrella?" I call out, placing a hand by my mouth.
"WHAT?"
"DO YOU WANT ME TO GIVE YOU AN UMBRELLA?"
"NO!" he calls back, "I DONT WANT A REASON TO COME BACK TO YOU."
My nostrils flare, "IT'S NOT LIKE YOU'RE THE TYPE TO RETURN THINGS!"
I see Corinthian smile, "GET INSIDE, KID. I WON'T CATCH YOU IF YOU FALL!"
I roll my eyes but wave him a goodbye, "WALK SAFE, CORI!"
He begins to walk off.
I cannot resist the urge, "LOVE YOU!"
Upon hearing that, he laughs to himself, "idiot's telling me to walk safe?"
I, in fact, don't go inside even after being told to. For some reason, the sight of the rain made me feel warm, in all its irony. It made me think of memories where I would be eating something warm under the covers, or how I used to play in the rain when I was younger.
I reach my hand out to feel the much heavier drops.
I think about how Corinthian must be dripping wet right now.
I withdraw my hand.
I then think about how he said my tears are wasted. I wonder if he ever cried over Dream too.
Just then, I look down to the street and see a ghost of a man, Dream, looking up at me, dripping wet in the pouring rain.
I chuckle at the sight of it. I prop my elbow on the sill and my head on my hand. It would have been funny if he was actually here, ready to confess and apologize to me like in the movies. I can hear him in my head-
"I'm sorry," he says, face wet with rain water that secretly had tears mixed with them, "it took your absence for me to realize that I do, in fact, value your presence."
I frown at my script, "that's so cheesy. The Dream I know would never say that."
"I would-- I am saying it. I mean it."
I blink at the man in the trench coat, shaking my head as I continue my internal monologue, "Dream doesn't like me. I'm a stupid mortal in his eyes, and yeah, sure, I may not know trigonometry to a tee, I may not posses a fraction of the wisdom he has, but that doesn't mean I'm dumb... that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt that he thinks I am."
Dream blinks rain water out of his eyes.
"And I'm pretty sure he's not over his ex," I mumble under my breath, "he went through a lot of trouble for her recently and, good lord, Lucienne told me she was one of the muses," I run my hands down the side of my face, "how do you even compete with that? Why even bother? I mean, I would drop everything and go back to my ex if they were damn muses too."
"There is no truth to that," Dream calls, "there is no competition."
I knit my brows as I look down upon him, "you're supposed to be nice. You're the ideation of Dream at the back of my head."
"I am real!" he calls, raising his hands, "I am Dream of the Endless and you have been drinking with my nightmare again!"
I sigh, pressing my lips together, "yeah, this is enough self vs self for today."
I pull back and close my window. I let out another huff as I turn around. My ghost nearly leaves me when I come face to face with a dripping wet Dream of the Endless in the middle of my apartment.
I clutch my hands to my chest as he looks at me, muttering softly, "I am real."
I raise my brows at him as I feel myself realize he was in fact real, as he just said. It takes a moment for me to calm down.
Water pools beneath his figure. I take in the sight of his dripping clothes. In this moment, I realize, not only was he making a mess, he was wearing shoes inside my house!
Because of this, I do not hesitate. I walk up to him and place my hands on his shoulders, "get out."
I nearly falter when he calls out my name the way he does.
"You're wearing shoes in my house and you're leaving a trail of water behind. I am not dealing with this."
Dream is helpless as I push him out of my door. I give him one last stern look before closing the door to his face.
I turn on my heels to grab something to wipe the mess, but I freeze when I hear what I do.
"I meant every word I said," he calls from the outside.
I deflate. My eyes trail to the puddle and water trail leading out my door. Sobriety begins to pound at me like a sledge hammer. I groan as I rip my hands through my hair, "not now, Dream..." I sigh, "I'm not ready to have this conversation now."
For a moment, when he doesn't respond, I have myself thinking maybe he already left. This was why I was surprised when I suddenly heard a voice beyond the door again.
"I will wait until you are ready," he replies, "you need only call my name."
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The Baron's Painter
Chapter 5
Series masterlist
Summary: Zemo tried to slither his way into your heart further and to ignite your hidden desires...
Warnings: does sensual dancing counts? Also, Possessive!Zemo And Soft!Dark!Zemo.
Wordcount: 2.6k
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It’s been a long time since you have worn a formal dress, let alone going to the see the opera. You’re far too busy exploring and painting, trying to make the best out of your life. Wanda is helping you out with the dress, making sure the corset is tight enough. Looking at yourself, you remembered the dreadful balls that you have to attend with your parents for the sake of exposure and marrying you off to a random rich bloke. Quickly, you shake that thought away and focuses on the fact that you’ll be spending the night with the Baron.
You’re not a little girl… get a grip of yourself. This is nothing more but a social engagement.
Wanda asked if she could do your hair but you simply refused, just wanting to have the normal updo hairstyle and it's enough to hold your hair tight , and you really didn’t want to bother her that much. Nevertheless, Wanda stayed by your side as you fixed your hair by yourself while talking about Sokovia’s culture, and their language that is quite similar to Serbian. Not wanting to delay you further, Wanda helped you with the shoes and then helped you out of the room.
“The Baron is already waiting outside; I do hope you enjoy your night at the heart of Sokovia.”
“I bet I will, Wanda. Thank you.”
You make your way downstairs, cautiously walking on the stairwell to prevent stumbling and humiliating yourself. The Baron was unaware of your presence since he was preoccupied talking with Mr. Grey, but Mr. Grey cleared his throat, alerting Zemo to your presence. Turning around to face you, as cliché as it is, he was sort of out of breath upon seeing you. He then offers his arm to assist you to which you gladly accepted.
“You look lovely, Lady (Y/N).”
Your grip on his arm stiffened and that did not go unnoticed by the Baron. It’s not that you feel uncomfortable, but you feel rather awkward and could not take compliments well this time, but you are appreciative, nonetheless.
“Thank you, Baron. You’re not so bad yourself.”
In response, the Baron just grinned and escorted you to the carriage. You've been out before and have seen the sights of Sokovia, but you can't help but admire Novi Grad's beautiful architecture. A new landscape to paint or sketch in your sketchbook. This time, it's the Baron's turn to steal glances at you while you're absorbed in your surroundings. It's no surprise that some guys longed after your hand in the past. Men often believe they can tame the likes of you, but despite their promises to offer you the whole world, you are a difficult person to persuade. Promises aren't always fulfilled. He respected your tenacity, which made you even more... delectable.
Finally, the two of you made it to the opera house. Inside, a group of wealthy men and ladies are greeting each other, shaking hands and kissing one other on the cheeks. You don't feel at ease, not because of your assumed social standing since you have given up your Ladyship in House (Y/L/N), but because you don't know anyone save the Baron. Of course, everyone knew him and greeted him with high regard. Noticing your uneasiness, he lays an arm around your waist and introduced you to anyone who comes near him to greet, and they greeted you with the same manner as well. You were supposed to feel relief but the Baron’s arm around your waist begged to differ, making you feel rather hot and slightly red but you managed to pull it off with a confident smile. Afterwards, he takes you to the respective opera box and finally free from the eyes of everyone. You settle yourself, sitting down comfortably beside the Baron.
“Are you okay?”
Zemo asked, noticing you took a long exhale as you two went inside.
“Yes. I was rather overwhelmed with the attention we're getting out there. I’m not a fan of meeting and greeting people. But I am clearly fine, please do not worry.” You then give him a small yet confident smile to give him assurance.
But of course, you'd be slightly apprehensive given your lifestyle. Even in your London days, when you had to constantly accompany the viscount's daughter after painting her portrait as she flirted with various men. Some even wanted to dance with you.
One gentleman entered the opera box, giving you the impression that this is the man who invited Zemo in here. He introduced you to him, offering your hand to the man in return for a handshake.
“Lovely night, lady (Y/N). I am Tony Stark.”
Ah, the American businessman. The Two started a conversation, lowering their voice a little.
Your anxiety disappeared when the event finally started. The booming and pleasant sound of the drum from the orchestra reminded you of your younger days where your father used to bring you to the opera house often, making you feel slightly homesick and just wanted to give your old father a long embrace.
This social engagement isn’t entirely all about gathering but also about business. That, you knew. Words spread rather fast these days and that’s how you knew Tony Stark. Through papers and gossips. Your heart filled with joy as your ears filled with delicious melody from the solo, raising up the hairs on your back. Zemo, on the other hand, is rather focused on observing you discreetly. There… the sparkle on your eyes that he adored so much. When the whole act got rather emotional, you unconsciously hold his hand, and he relishes the moment of intertwining his hand on yours. Your soft hand against his calloused ones… Your eyes slightly filled with tears.
“Women are rather emotional…”
Said Stark beside him, making him slightly annoyed for ruining his immersion in the moment as he holds your hand.
“You’d be surprised by Lady (Y/N).” Zemo replied softly. “But aren’t we all emotional?”
By the end of the performance, the Baron is required to attend a ball hosted by the mayor. The mayor wanted to publicly announce and celebrate his daughter's engagement. To Helmut, this is the perfect time to slightly poke you out of your shell and test the waters. Grand Balls are usually where the rich goes who are in need, or want, of husbands and wives so he better get close to you as often as he could. Tony Stark did not want to stay long since he had a small talk with the baron already and did not see any reason to stay nor attend a ball. He doesn’t want to be in the papers this time.
You are quite a talker after the opera and you’ve enjoyed the whole show, talking about the small and emotional details to the Baron. Of course, what did he expect? You’re a woman who obsesses with art. Be it a theatre act, music, and painting. That, he finds it rather endearing. Upon arriving at the venue where the Ball will be held, you are not entirely surprised how crowded the whole venue is.
“You remembered you first time dancing in a ball?”
Helmut asked, teasing you a little bit.
“Yes, and I don’t miss it at all…That was a living nightmare. Thankfully, my parents aren’t here to watch over me and offer me to any wealthy bloke who badly wants a wife.”
“You stay by my side all the time then.”
Thankfully, the Baron disembarked the carriage before he could notice that bothersome tinge of pink on your cheek, as you describe it most of the time, but you were able to restore your composure before he turned to offer his arm. Upon entering the venue, it felt like you went back straight to Germany. It just brought back many memories. Your train of thoughts is suddenly interrupted when people started to greet him with the same energy you feel at the Opera. You have seen some similar faces and new ones as well. Not wanting to embarrass the Baron with your maverick characteristics, you greeted them all with the same wide smile and shake hands. But the good thing in this occasion is nobody knows you at all.
The Baron had drawn you back to the present when he did the same thing at the opera, laying an arm around you as he guides you further into the crowd.
“We won’t be long but there will be a dance. I would hate to miss it. Would you like to dance with me?”
He murmured, meaning for the talk to be heard only by you. Because you've been so close to him for the previous 10 minutes and now, he's talking in your ear, it felt really intimate. This is going to be rather an unforgettable evening.
“I don’t mind a dance, Baron. But don’t forget we are here for the food as well.”
He chuckles at your response, squeezing your hip a little bit as he brings you closer to his side.
“I can imagine a sixteen-year-old (Y/N) eating and hiding from men during ball events.”
You were taken aback by his presumption that you were like that... which is correct. And you didn’t entirely take offense from that.
“I have to assume as well that you have done the same thing in your younger days as well, Baron.”
Everyone seemed to assume now that the Baron has finally found someone again, rekindling with the feeling of love but they did not dare ask the man himself and thought it best to leave the two of you alone.
While the two of you have your banter, you notice a familiar presence around the room and it suddenly feels suffocating. Zemo, of course, notice the change of your mood and slowly follows where your eyes are looking.
“Who am I looking at, Schatzi?”
“Remember the man who wanted my hand when I was sixteen and had an incestuous relationship with his sister? That’s him. Edward Thompson… I think he didn’t know I’m here yet.”
It was obvious to him that you were quite concerned. He could tell the man wasn't from Sokovia by his appearance. But if he ever creates a scene, it will be a huge embarrassment for him.
“You are untouchable if you are always with me. Why don’t we dance first before returning home? I bet you don’t want to stay for the food anymore, yes?”
“Quite right.”
Being the gentlemen he is, he guided you to the dancefloor with grace and you both position yourselves for the dance. Quite some time, he would look at the man just to check if he was looking. It seems like he hadn’t noticed your presence yet. You, on the other hand, have been struggling to not make this dance awkward and you remained poised as possible as the baron sways you slowly like how your mother had told you regarding dance etiquette. You relish the moment to look at his neck, his Aberdeen collar, that button on his white crisp shirt that has a lovely design, and then his beard. The things you could do with that beard. Of course, Zemo knows you’re checking on him upclose. Not quite subtle of you.
Oh how long are you going to just do that, Liebling…
When the melody's time signature increased, Zemo took advantage of the chance to pull you much closer and began to circle you with elegance. When he does, you quietly gasp and place your other hand on his chest. He slumped his shoulders slightly and pressed his forehead onto yours... The tension between the two of you is undeniable. Might as well enjoy this moment before it’s over.
He had envisioned this moment, but it had never been as wonderful as this... Your gentle hand on his shoulder, your other on his chest, and him leaning his head against yours. Zemo slightly lifts his gaze towards the direction of the man, and he had finally caught his attention… He smirks at him, leaning much closer to you that his nose and lips are dangerously close to your cheek. His other arm is slithering around your waist, possessively. He rests his cheek on yours tenderly just in case this is far too straightforward to your liking, flaunting the fact that he has you in his arms like this... As the music fades away, he twirls you around again before tipping you down. Your neck and chest so exposed to him that he could just devour you right there and then. If only could. He’d show everyone that you’re his.
You don’t know how you managed to keep your composure normal the fact that the Baron himself is intimately holding you as you both danced together. The thought of Edward being around vanished in your head… Your body is acting on itself, giving the Baron a curtsey after the dance whilst your head is elsewhere.
“You’re quite a dancer, Lady (Y/N).”
He smirked, noticing how lightheaded you are at this point.
“Well, I had a pretty good partner too…”
Before you left the ball, Zemo had a small talk with the mayor and bid him a goodnight.
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Before returning home, the two of you had supper somewhere in Novi Grad. Thankfully, the meal continues to be full of the normal banter. However, on the way back to his mansion, you still feel a little lightheaded from the events, particularly that dance... This will undoubtedly come back to bother you in your dreams tonight. Once you got out of the carriage, holding onto Zemo’s arm for support, you have no idea how exhausted until now. You feel like you just wanted to sleep in this dress despite how uncomfortable corset is.
“I hope you had fun for tonight’s events, Lady (Y/N).”
You nodded, smiling softy at him as he guides you inside.
“Oh, I really did! Despite the fact that my night was almost ruined by Edward’s presence.”
The Baron insisted on accompanying you all the way back to your room since your feet were suffering from the intensive dancing. The conversation between you and Zemo reverberates down the corridor, with you chuckling at him and Zemo simply gazing fondly at you. But his eyes were slightly different and you failed to notice that. Upon arriving at the door of your bedroom, you gaze at him one last time before retiring to bed.
“I thank you so much for letting me accompany you to the Opera and the Ball… Good night, Helmut.”
You usually refer to him as The Baron, yet the unexpected shift piqued his… desire. Much to your surprise, he took your hand slowly and softly kisses your palm. As he does so, his eyes never left upon yours… He then lifts your arm a little higher, kissing your wrist. Then your forearm… now your shoulder.
If it wasn’t for the doorhandle you’re currently holding onto, you would have melted right in front of the Baron at this moment. He only stopped right on your shoulder, but you are still trapped between him and the door. His usual brown eyes went rather dark… dark with desire.
“Good night, draga… Sleep well.”
He whispered. He then steps away from you, making you realise you had been holding your breath far too long.
And just like that… he steps away further and makes his way to his bedroom to the other hallway, leaving you melting on your own on the door.
Unbeknownst to you, the Baron had a smug smile on his face as he retires for the night.
Not yet, Draga. You patiently wait there like a good girl.
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Way Down We Go.
Harrison Eo Wells x reader.
Little drabble I was working on for this week.
Oh the angels tell me, we get what we deserve. And way down we go.
The candles burned in the dark, the flicker of fire illuminating the wine glasses around you. It was too late now, he knew, he knew even if he pretended to have no clue as to what the situation was. Your eyes adverting his, your hands neatly folded over your lap, nowhere near his, where they usually where, where they belonged. His eyes danced over the fire, his predatory gaze reimagining a demon about to take his next soul.
“Eobard, isn’t it…” His name escaped you, like a prayer half whispered to the gods, flying across the table. His eyebrow raised at the sentence, his back straightened, his demeanor changed, the blue of his eyes no longer resembled the warm ocean you knew but more the ice sea that would consume your soul. The game was over, no longer either of you playing, and in reality, you were too aware it had never been a game, not a fair one at least, he had always known your next move even before you had birthed the thought.
A hand reached for his face, long fingers curling around the glasses he always wore, removing them from his face before throwing them on the table like a mask being taken off, and you had to wonder how could you had been so blind as to not see it before. The air caught in your lungs, suddenly it seemed as if water had invaded them, leaving you drowning in pain.
“It was you all along” You breathed out, chocking on spit and unshed tears. He only nodded, not deeming the moment worthy of words. The silence around you felt suffocating until he decided to speak.
“I have been wondering all night, how long it would take for you to break,” He stopped, the tone of his voice could be mistaken for joy, his eyes scanning over your face in thought. “It seems you have lasted more than I expected love.” His lips finished, his eyes taking in the way the name took a death grip of your throat, choking any words down.
Trembling feet carried you to him, knees hitting the floor halfway before reaching him. You knelt down in front of the devil.
Even angels had the most devilish thoughts.
“I loved you,” you spat out hoarsely, tears running down your face. “And it repulses me.” You finished, the pain of saying those words visible in your lips.
Your eyes met his, only to be met by mock, the shadow of lightning dancing on them. His laughter filled the void, dark, cooling the temperature. Fear threatened to show behind your eyes as you lowered them. Feet touched the floor as long legs mounted a stance, ripping himself away from the chair. Teasingly, he stalked towards your bowing figure before halting, towering over you. His grin faltered, replaced with a look of disgusted delight.
“Then you must show me just how much you love me.”
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