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part 4 of 19 of kinktober: dreams

bill cipher x reader

plot: you couldn’t truly escape bill, not even when you slept and tonight, he had a special sort of visit arranged — a/n: there is some plot to this one — themes: yan!bill cipher, dreams/mindscape, teasing, orgasm denial, gn!reader, dubcon — w.c: ~1.6k

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Sleep was something of a fifty-fifty endeavour for you.

In the best case scenario, you would wake up fully rested with no further issues, but in the worst case? You’d see him there; his looming presence haunting the darkest depths of your mind—forcing you to remember just how much control he truly had over you—again and again.

For a while, he left you alone, letting your mind recover for just long enough to be lulled into a false sense of security. Tonight however, just as you finally were about to fall sleep… you got a bad feeling.

Bill was waiting for you and you could tell.

(It was all too good to be true. You were never free to begin with, you silly thing.)

Your dreamscape itself was pretty simple, as far as you understood it. Your mind presented memories in a large paper calendar with core fragments highlighted in a red marker. A lot of what was stored was mundane, but if you flipped the pages back far enough, you could relive the one and only time that you allowed Bill to get close to you.

It wasn’t just highlighted in red marker, but it had been tampered with; decorated around the borders by Bill himself. Small yellow triangles scratched in glittering ink and etchings of singular eyes familiar to his own.

A memory locked away of you being just nineteen, maybe twenty, wasting away over the summer back home from college. You didn’t have much going on and the temptation to let Bill in was stronger than ever.

You shouldn’t have done so…

(…But you did.)

You hated that memory; a sign of momentarily lapsed weakness captured and replayed for as long as you lived. Dreams were something you didn’t have anymore otherwise. It was either nothingness or it was something like this.

You were exhausted.

The memory was always the same, too.

You watched on from within the shadows as though you were a helpless passenger with no control of the vehicle; witnessing the time that you let Bill in when you shouldn’t have. His sudden appearance and mocking demeanour betrayed no hint at him likely anticipating it at the time—so smug and prideful—a willing victim fallen to manipulation.

It was a humiliating sight to witness as your past self became so flustered and overwhelmed like soft putty in his hands. You had no choice but to endure this replaying memory, watching as his arm snaked towards your lower body, going places where you should never have let him go.

Curse that… entity.

That wretched demon.

Why did he have to make you relive this scene again and again? Was it because he knew about your struggles to get off in the waking world? You betted that he did. Watching from the shadows as you tried to touch yourself to relive that moment, only to be shamed by your own self out of doing so.

You couldn’t ever follow through.

Not when he was potentially watching.

(And you would hate for him to tell you that he told you so, that you can’t help but still want him back. Oh no, no, no. The very least you could do was to deny him that pleasure.)

While distracted, you accidentally gulped just loud enough for your voice to bleed into the memory. Shit. You managed to avoid him for so long by enduring and keeping quiet, but now you had inadvertently doomed yourself to something else.

Bill dislodged from your past self, leaving them to sulk back onto the floor. His voice was deceptively enthusiastic as always, emanating an eerie whimsy, “Well, well, well. Look who’s all red faced from spying on what was supposed to be a private moment? Who knew that it would get you so worked up?”

“I’m not…” you trailed off, feeling less than confident in your reply, “I'm not worked up.”

“No?” he taunted, sounding disbelieving before pointing his cane back to your dream self, still sulking but otherwise panting and recollecting their breath from stolen pleasure. “I think that you’re lying…! Or, no… Could it be that you’re—that you’re jealous? Oh wow, now this is rich!”

You didn’t dare reply but you did freeze a little as he resumed his actions on you instead. This was a new development. He pushed his cane in between your legs, willing you to clench tight against it with an unseen force before wriggling it around long enough to elicit a pleasured response.

“Oh, don’t tell me that this is all it takes to get you going these days?” Bill mocked, slightly pumping and stirring the stick around your clenching form. “I didn’t think that you would be so sensitive, so desperate and dare I say… needy? You really are full of surprises!”

Finally finding your backbone, you attempted to put a stop to the madness, “Get out of my head, Bill.”

He could only let out a dry, humourless laugh before sliding out the cane from your teased sex at last.

“Silly you!” he beamed once more, pushing you up against the wall from that same hidden power from before. “Why not just admit it, huh? You actually kind of liked that! Didn’t you?”

“N-no,” you denied with an unconvincing stutter, “it’s n-not like that.”

Bill however didn’t waver, slipping his hands beneath the fabric of your crotch, reaching to feel the evidence of your arousal. “Wow! So excited and just from a little touch! If you didn’t like that, then why are you reacting that way, huh?”

“Stop—“ you tried to punch back, your own words betraying you as you in fact didn’t want him to cease.

“—yeah, yeah,” he sneered, pulling back at your request, but you could tell that it was far from over.

You watched as he floated around with some sort of purpose, the once nostalgic interior of your old bedroom fading away into a blank void, along with your past self dissolving into nothingness.

“You can pretend to hate me now,” Bill continued after a moment of tense silence, “but deep down, I know you crave a release, don’t you? And hey, I’ll tell you what. Give in to me and I’ll leave you alone for a whole year.”

“What’s the catch?” you wearily sighed.

Bill laughed heartily to himself before propping the came back to where it was, his voice thoroughly amused, “Aw, nothing! Why do you always think there’s a catch?” he asked, lazily stroking at your sex, seemingly taking pleasure in watching you writhe, “I can be nice… sometimes! As long as you can admit that you can’t live without me… then I’ll give you that and more.”

“You know that I’ll never do that,” you shot back.

“Still playing hard to get?” he asked, swirling the wand around some more. “Not a problem. I can always rekindle that spark. How about I remind you exactly why, that for a while, you couldn’t stop thinking about me all the time…” he trailed off slightly, his voice temporarily fond before returning back to ridiculing, “…or maybe I’ll tease your past version who did like me over and over. Or better yet! Maybe I’ll just stick around in your head forever. You’re too much fun to mess with, after all.”

The atmosphere in the void pocket then dropped to something else, something thick with danger and perhaps even longing possession. His form faded towards you, flashing up tight against you in stark, jarring clarity.

With a wide, manic eye, his voice became low, methodical and even suggestive, “Let’s face it, you’ll never get rid of me… at least not fully. I’ll always be a part of you and because of that… I’m… not… going… anywhere!”

His words built up in slowly charged pulses, practically erupting with menacing glee by the final word. In a way, you had to admit it, he was good at messing with you.

You had barely any time to process what he was saying however, before his hands were back to where they were. He stroked at you with more passionate fervour that time, stealing occasionally uttered moans that broke out of your lips, sending radiating waves of red that coloured your cheeks in embarrassment.

“Aw, look at ya,” Bill caught on, catching the note of your slipped whimper by holding one hand to the side of his linear surface, as though taking it into his body. “So confused, but so aroused…! Oh, that’s adorable!”

You bit your lip as the pleasure within you rose with simmering force, feeling a tightening stir boiling from within your lower abdomen. He knew exactly what he was doing—getting you all hot like that—writhing and squirming at his will and yet, as he drove you closer towards the edge, he stopped. Bill abruptly pulled away from you and didn’t allow you to have the final push that was otherwise needed for you to come undone. Being as cruel as he was, he yanked his hand back and hovered ever so slightly above you, feeding you a look of pure, utter contempt.

“Not so fast, silly. Looks like you got a little too excited, huh?” he laughed, propping his cane that time underneath your chin before forcing you to look up at him, “you know the drill: I’ll only play nice when you can finally admit that you need me… until then, enjoy waking up all alone, frustrated and confused.”

And with that, you tore upright into the waking world a cold, clammy sweat feeling angry. The last remnants of an already fleeting warmth evaporated away into nothingness—leaving you to wonder if it actually did happen—but if Bill had forced you to forget the pleasure he had caused.

Knowing him, that’s exactly what he did.

Just to be cruel.

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Relic - Pt. 1 "Oh Lady, Dear"

PAIRING: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Unnamed Ambiguous FMC

SUMMARY: ✧༺༻ Dreams are messages from the deep ༺༻✧ A woman from the unknown comes to Feyd in his dreams and his nights become his days as he flees to the dreamscape to escape the nightmares that haunt his waking hours.

TAGS: 18+, smut, she/her AFAB FMC, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, Porn with Plot, Feyd-Rautha's black cum, Feyd-Rautha's big cock, Praise Kink, Body Worship, angst/hurt and comfort, drama, fluff, Frank Herbert would frown, some politics, implied/referenced (child) abuse ❗, Trauma, mentions of suicidal thoughts ❗, Healing, Strangers to Lovers, falling in love, Vulnerable!Feyd, Emotional!Feyd, Possessive!Feyd, Feyd is a sweet baby who did nothing wrong and I WILL pamper him, nurture not nature, Stockholm Syndrome but in a consensual way, lucid dreaming, implied/referenced cannibalism ❗, implied/referenced murder

WORD COUNT: 3.3k

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Day 1

"Look, doesn't this remind you of something?" A female voice whispers to him excitedly and Feyd-Rautha tilts his head to the source of the sound. 

"What do you mean?"

"Look!" The hand he didn't realize he was holding slides out of his grip and he chases after it viscerally, nearly overwhelmed by the sudden discomfort of having no soft palm against his own.

Advancing into the room, Feyd's feet step on polished parquet and his gaze swivels around, scanning his surroundings as to what could be so exciting. There are white curtains fluttering by the window, a king-sized bed carved out of white marble, a black comforter tucked around the mattress and blue pillows are lined up against the headboard. A real fern grows in a terracotta pot in the corner.

Alarmed, Feyd's head snaps back to the woman whose curves are wrapped in a Harkonnen gown of flattering and intricate nature and he finds her eyes brimming with meaning. She clutches his wrist and it is like some sense of mutual understanding settles upon him and the stranger. Her features soften and she looks at him confused.

"I don't recognize this place," he truthfully says.

"Me neither." She pulls her hand away and takes a step back, blushing from the proximity of this outlandish stranger.

"I'm dreaming, aren't I?" Feyd rumbles, tracing his fingertips over the cool, smooth marble bedpost. It feels so real. He wonders if she will feel just as real.

"I don't know. I feel so awake." 

A flash of warmth blossoms in Feyd-Rautha's chest as he regards this woman he has never seen before, moving curiously around the light-flooded bedroom. Sunlight filters through the curtains, temporarily robbing her flesh of color. A frown decorates her brows and she turns back to face him. There is something comforting about the way she moves and Feyd chases after her with measured steps.

"What's your name?" He asks. She tells him only a forename, no House, unfamiliar sounding. "I've never heard that name before," Feyd confesses, standing too close to the stranger, but she doesn't seem to mind. Her pretty face is craned upwards to meet the alluring gaze of his eyes. She would describe the color as baby blue.

"And what's your name?" She breathes. If this is a dream, she has no reason to be nervous.

He hesitates at that but ultimately says truthfully: "Feyd." 

The name sparks no recognition on the woman's features and he finds himself flooded by immense, stupid relief. There is probably more than one person in the universe named Feyd. And he's often heard that Harkonnens all look the same to foreigners. He will not mention his last name, he vows to himself. It will be his secret. He doesn't even dare to dream within the dream of all the things he could talk about with a person who doesn't know who he is.

"Feyd," she repeats, suddenly giggling.

What? What is there to giggle about? Feyd leans an inch closer, eyes rapidly dancing across her mirthful face.

"Feyd as in you will fade away when I wake up?" She covers her mouth now, still laughing. Something compels him to laugh as well because all things considered, this was a funny joke. There is unfamiliar pressure against the apples of his cheeks as the corners of his mouth lift into a wide grin and then his lips part and what escapes him is a small haha.

Suddenly, the woman flinches and a little bit of color is drained from her cheeks. She catches herself quickly. "Sorry! I just-"

"What? Oh, the black teeth? People usually find them very pretty where I'm from, desirable even.” Feyd closes his mouth. Laughter doesn't suit him anyway.

"Oh, no, please keep laughing!" She wraps her hand around the man's wrist, noticing he is entirely smooth and hairless there too. So smooth, she wants to curl against his body and rub her cheek against his pallid flesh. She's been trying hard not to stare at his outlandish features too much, the strikingly pale skin, so light that it almost looks translucent, the entirely bald head and lack of brows. She doesn't want to be disrespectful.

Why does she worry about insulting a figment of her imagination?

Encouraged by her touch, Feyd tries to smile once more and is surprised how easy it is. It shouldn't be that easy. It shouldn't feel so good. He looks away from the woman who still holds his wrist and finds a mirror on the far wall, suddenly understanding her reaction. He looks scary to himself, his cheeks not in the right place

"If I pinch you, will you wake up?" She teases, pinching his skin without waiting for his answer. She seems fascinated by the small blotch which decorates his wrist where she poked him with her nail, twisting and turning his wrist and hand like he's an interesting specimen.

If this  is a lucid dream, he doesn't have to worry so much about what he does, Feyd thinks. He feels compelled to do things he wouldn't do in real life, such as dismantling the walls around his soul with laughter.

If this is a lucid dream, she doesn't have to worry so much about what she does, she thinks. She also feels compelled to do things she'd never do in real life. Such as throwing herself at this stranger's chest and chasing after his hauntingly pretty face, because she fears she will never again have a lifelike dream like this.

What isn't real cannot hurt me, they both think.

"So, Feyd…" She pronounces his name like an exotic, amusing thing. "What would you like to do?"

Feyd is taken aback by the question, because no one ever asks him that. Not like that. "What would you like to do?" He avoids, slinking closer with rolling gait and a small smirk on his serpentine features. He knows the way her pupils dilate well.

"There's a bed in the room, so…"

Feyd leers, smile turning wolfish. Yes, he will fuck this imaginary woman. He might even fuck her so good that his own climax jostles him awake. Which, upon second thought, would ruin the fun.

She speaks again, moving her lips closer to his, pretty lashes lowering so they almost kiss her cheek bones "...So perhaps that means we should sleep."

Feyd is baffled for a moment, then rumbles: "I won't sleep in my sleep."

"I meant sleeping with each other."

Oh. Feyd's hairless brows shoot up and something light flutters in his stomach when she starts giggling again, attempting to turn away as if suddenly bashful about her own words.

"To the bed, you confusing woman," he orders with a low growl and there is not even an ounce of resistance when his hands wrap around her shoulders, nudging her backwards, so her knees bend around the mattress and she sinks down.

The strange man's face hovers directly over her and she admires the dip of his cupid's bow and the soft curve of his jaws. So pretty. She reaches up and cups his cheek and the way his bone structure slots against her palms feels just right.

He pounces on her like a tiger and the strength and weight of the hard muscles concealed by a black tunic and slacks becomes evident. Heat pools into her abdomen instantly, caged under a man who feels like flesh and blood, smells like it too. A note of something leathery and metallic clings to him.

There is no need for a prelude. Feyd's lips kiss her decolletage before they find her throat and by the time they've found her lips, the hard ridge of his cock is pressed against her core which is only covered by the fabric of her dress, ridiculously easy to access.

Why not, she thinks. She likes how exotic he looks.

Why not, he thinks. He likes that she looks him in the eyes like she's not at all afraid of him.

Her hands curl around the back of his head shyly and Feyd wants to laugh at how soft her touch is, almost like she's worried of hurting him. He will have her fingernails in his scalp soon enough, he smugly thinks.

She rolls her hips against his pelvis, amazed how hard his body is. A small grunt escapes the stranger's mouth and mingles with the sloppy kiss which is all soft lips and saliva, leaving her open-mouthed and softly moaning for more as her core yearns for friction.

Feyd-Rautha is amazed by how soft and pliant her body is, breasts and stomach like a pillow for him to snuggle. And her little cunt is already grinding against his crotch. Under different circumstances, he might have had his fun right away, but her squirming hips are too tempting to not take a closer look. He reaches down, long fingers gliding up the curve of her thigh where the dress has pooled around her hips. Instinctively, her leg curls up higher, knee pressing against his ribs. Feyd works her underwear halfway off her rear, needing to get up to slide it off fully.

"If this is a lucid dream, I should be able to make myself wet with a thought," she muses as Feyd scoots down and settles between her thighs, hard cock trapped between his belly and the mattress.

"Why waste a thought when I have a tongue?" 

"Oh my, aahh!" A pink tongue rolls past inky teeth and tentatively circles the tender bud at the apex of her slit. "I think you don't need to think at all right now." He whispers against her cunt, hot breath fanning across her flesh.

She seems to agree with him, lifting her knees against her chest with a soft sigh, baring all of herself to him as if it's the easiest thing in the world. Her heart flutters when she peeks down, catching the pale man staring up at her with light blue eyes, framed by long, blonde lashes. The tip of his nose is snug against her venus mound and his tongue pampers her with tight circles that make her spine arch off the mattress. She cups his head, finding nothing to pull on, so her fingernails become little anchors trying to dig into his scalp.

It's nice like this, Feyd thinks, allowing her to cradle his head with both hands and rock her pelvis against his tongue. One pale hand keeps her thigh pinned to her chest, the other deftly nudges her folds apart and two fingers sink into the wetness that her body so generously provides. 

She moans so sweetly and Feyd means to wink but somehow ends up blinking with one eye, then with the other which makes her giggle Laughter really is the last thing he ever wants to hear when eating out a woman, but her head rolls back, chest arching off the bed, and her fingers on his scalp urge his tongue back to work, so wraps his lips around her clit and suckles, enjoying the wetness of her cunt while her cunt enjoys the friction of his fingers.

Patiently, Feyd notes her breaths becoming more shallow, the tension in her legs greater, the needy rhythm of her pelvis against his face quicker. With one determined flex of his muscles, he pulls away, emerging from between her thighs with glistening slick smeared all over the lower half of his face, pink lips swollen.

"Ahhh, wait, no! Don't stop!" She cries for him to continue but ends up silenced when Feyd pulls the tunic over his shoulders and the pants down his hips. He wishes she would say something rather than just stare, but her parted lips and flustered expression are good enough of a compliment. Her legs willingly fall open when Feyd climbs back on top of her, all hard, milky flesh and dilated pupils. He looks beautiful enough to die for, she thinks, wondering how her mind came up with such a uniquely gorgeous specimen.

"Oh this isn't going to fit." She shakes her head in denial when he wraps his fist around his cock, stroking himself a little. 

"Oh, but it will." Two pale fingers sink into her squishy hole once more, thrusting and curling while her eyes remain transfixed on the length and girth of his cock, the head flushed pink with excitement. After a moment, he pulls out and lubricates himself with her glistening essence before nudging his cock head to her waiting entrance, pinning her soft thighs in place with his muscled ones on either side of her.

"Ahh-Ouch!" She cries out and Feyd shushes her, thrusting slowly into her wet, hot cunt, lips parted with awe as he observes every scrunch and twitch of her face.

Of course it fits eventually, because why wouldn't it? Anything is possible in a dream.

She lets out a little huff when somehow all of him is stuffed inside her and the man settles on top of her, bodies intimately flush. He is a hard and soft cage of muscles and impossibly smooth flesh and she feels every twitch of his pelvis against the back of her thighs. She feel so full, she wants to weep into Feyd's shoulder, which is exactly where her face is currently buried with the way he is folded over her, grunting softly as he fucks her with short, quickening thrusts.

"Ahh, Feyd!" She clings to his back, nails clawing at the corded muscles.

"Say that again."

Feyd's hand slips down and wraps around around her ass cheek, lifting her pelvis with every thrust. Great Mother, she thinks. He is so strong, manhandling her body like it's a cute little plaything. Her pussy clamps down on him with a foreboding flutter and wetness drips past the root of his cock, down the cleft of her ass where his balls smack against her flesh wetly.

"Feyd~" She whimpers his strange name, wrapping her legs around his waist, heels pressing into the back of his strong thighs, then higher. The muscles of his ass are equally hard, currently flexing with each thrust. He is so impossibly smooth everywhere, cuddling with him must be the nicest thing in the world.

He lifts himself a few inches, changing the pace to keep her away from the edge of climax. She lets out a sweet whine, probably thinking he's done it by accident. That makes him feel guilty and he doesn't like the feeling at all. Feyd decides quickly on a hit and run strategy, trying to memorize every square inch of her face (so he may picture it in front of his mind's eye when jerking off the next day) while filling her cunt with quick thrusts, igniting pleasure that spills from his balls through his cock and culminates in thick ropes of cum.

Feyd was so dead certain he would wake up the second that his orgasm ripples through his body, that he almost finds himself unable to cherish his release when he doesn't wake up. Nothing changes. The woman remains beneath him, softly panting and riding out his climax with him, hands curled around the back of his head. Her soft, wet cunt feels too good to be a figment of his imagination and Feyd tries to bring his face under control, closing his mouth and blinking away the rapture. He pulls away from her and rolls on his back, letting the air cool the sheen of dampness that has formed on his chiseled torso.

There's nothing he can do to keep himself busy, no chains or shackles to remove, no burning welts to soothe. He can't even throw her out or the room because this isn't his room. Hyperaware of every breath and every shift of air molecules in the room, Feyd stares at the ceiling. He didn't wake up. What if she drew a knife and killed him now, would he wake up or be found passed away in his sleep in his somber chambers in Barony?

His head whips around, livid at himself that he didn't smell a trap sooner. She could be  bait, a Bene Gesserit witch, a hallucination. Perhaps the Baron poisoned the wine Feyd had for dinner. He finds her expression gloomy and her arms crossed in front of his chest, dress tugged back down. She doesn't acknowledge him looking at her, so Feyd sits up. 

"You're pouting with me?" His voice still sounds a little breathless.

"You stopped before I was finished! Twice." 

"I didn't want you to wake up." Warmth tickles at his chest from within. She's too sweet.

"But if your climax wakes you up, that's fine?" She finally looks at him, finding his plush mouth twisted into a little smile.

Feyd's eyes sparkle as he leans closer, shifting his weight on one elbow. "You could have stopped me."

"But I liked the way you fucked me. And the way you looked and sounded while you were doing it." That causes Feyd to fight against the grin that pulls on the corners of his mouth. "But we're absolutely not finished." She reaches for his shoulder and pulls, so he sits up halfway, then pushes to urge him between her legs. "You're going back down there."

Chuckling, Feyd complies. He doesn't mind eating his own cum. With an appreciative hum, his hands curl around her thighs, lifting them, so he may regard the feast ahead of him properly. Her cunt looks as flushed and soaked as it should and Feyd wriggles his tongue inside her squishy entrance to soothe the burning stretch his cock must have caused her. Her hand finds his scalp and Feyd involuntarily huffs against her slit, loins throbbing with dull arousal. If he wasn't so utterly spent, this simple touch would have made him hard.

If this is a lucid dream, shouldn't he be able to get himself ready again? 

It doesn't work, or perhaps he just doesn't know how. The woman's fingers tug on his head, wordlessly upset at his lack of hair. She wants his tongue on her clit and he is in the mood to comply, circling the little bud and enjoying the way her hips jump against his face. He adds two fingers, perhaps for vain reasons, eager to feel each twitch of her walls. She gasps, feet planted on his shoulders. He tries to be careful with her sensitive, little cunt and suckles on her clit, thrusting his fingers just slowly.

Teasingly, he pulls out for a moment to make a show of suckling his spend off his digits.

"What is that?!" She suddenly snaps and scrambles away from him, nearly catching his chin with her foot. Instinctively, Feyd snatches her ankle, yanking her back to him hard, lips pressed into a worried line.

"What's wrong?" He growls.

"What did you put in me?! Why is it black?" Her expression has slipped from dream to nightmare. Feyd however breaks out grinning wide, showing all of his inky teeth as the alarmed tension dissolves. She is so cute. She's never had a Harkonnen, and why would she? Feyd quite enjoys being her first and maybe her last, if she continues being like this.

"You didn't know it's black?"

"Why would it-? Ugh." Her head plops back down on the pillow. This is a dream, she reminds herself, and if his cum is black, it's black and it's not going to affect her. Satisfied, Feyd bends her legs back up and lies down on his tummy. "And you promise it's… safe?"

"Well, yes, aside from the usual chemicals."

"Chemicals?! Oh, sure, ahh, if you say so~"

A dream, she reminds herself again as Feyd resumes his work between her thighs, teasing her tender nub with the tip of his tongue. Only a dream, a strange and wonderful one that feels too good to be true as her pleasure crests the summit and her release rolls through her body in sweet waves.

Oh, lady dear, hast thou no fear? Why and what art thou dreaming here? - The Sleeper by Edgar Allen Poe, 1831

[danika-redgrave124]

Winx Yuu

@alexglitches I was inspired by some of the asks you got, but I did my verison of Winx Yuu a little different based them off dreams and the night sky.

@twisted-dreamscape I was also inspired by the mini story you wrote.

I think Yuu's magic/powers should be related to dreams and the night sky because of the prophetic dreams Yuu has about the Great Seven which hasn't been really explained yet in the main story.

Yuu's wings are large and delicate, resembling the wings of a celestial butterfly. They are semi-transparent with a gradient that shifts from deep purple at the base to a soft, glowing blue at the edges. The wings are adorned with sparkling constellations that seem to move and change depending on her emotions.

Stella and Yuu have a Sun and Moon Dynamic Friendship. Yuu is also friends with Musa, sharing a deep connection through music and emotions. They also gets along well with Flora due to their mutual love for nature and the mysteries of the world. This is before they were sent to the world of Twisted Wonderland.

Strengths

Highly creative and imaginative, able to think outside the box in difficult situations.

Strong connection to the dream relam and night sky, making their powers extremely effective at night.

Excellent at calming others and offering guidance, often serving as the emotional anchor for their friends.

Weaknesses

Can be somewhat distant and lost in their own world due to wanting to figure out their own powers, making it hard for them to connect with other others on a deeper level.

Their powers are weaker during the day, especially in bright sunlight.

Yuu's empathetic nature can make them vulnerable to extreme negative emotions and nightmares of others, which can drain their energy.

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Yuu's Hobbies (Before they awoken their powers)

Stargazing

Yuu has a deep connection to the cosmos, so they love spending time under the night sky, observing stars, constellations and celestial events like meteor showers.

Astrology

Yuu is fascinated by Astrology and enjoys studying the influence of the stars and planets on human behavior and events.

Storytelling and Mythology

Yuu has a passion for ancient myths and legends, especially those related to the stars, the moon and dreams. They enjoys reading and telling strokes that weave together elements dreams and the cosmos.

Yuu's Hobbies (After Awakening Her Magic)

Collecting Crystals

Yuu, now, has a collection of crystals and gemstones, each chosen for its connection to celestial and dream energies. They uses these crystals in their magical practices, incorporating them into spells, meditation, or simply decorative pieces in Ramshackle. They don't collect blot stones.

Malleus often gifts them crystals even though they don't have a connection to celestial or Dream energies, Yuu still greatly appreciated them.

Crafting Dreamcatchers

As a way to learn more about their dream powers in a tangible form, Yuu enjoys creating intricate dreamcatchers with Luna's help. They infuses them with protective magic, ensuring they capture good dreams and ward off nightmares, both for themselves and their friends.

Grim has two of them.

Pomefiore have three of them.

Heartslabyul have one each.

Jack has one.

Ignihyde has multiple of them

Ruggie has a lot of them for his family and himself.

Malleus and Silver have two of them. Lilia has one, but he secretly put it into Sebek's room in a place he wouldn't see it.

Meditation and Moon Bathing

To stay grounded and centered, Yuu practices meditation, often under the light of the moon. Moon bathing is a claming ritual for them, where they absorbs lunar energy to recharge their magical powers and clear their mind.

[kreumiya]

★・fever dream part 1

taking care of the leader of Penacony while he's sick

Well, the leader of Penacony may seem like he doesn’t have any weaknesses, however… getting sick a day before a banquet the two of you were meant to attend was definitely one. 

“Excuse me,” you said, pushing your way through the crowds of servants that had gathered outside of Sunday’s door. Maids, doctors, tourists, everyone of the sort was piling in. After all, not everyday did you hear the news that someone from The Family would get sick, even if it was just with an ordinary fever, they were quite closed off. Why do so many people have to be here? you thought, making it to the backdoor and letting yourself in, knowing that the bodyguards were already all too used to this occurrence. 

“You’re here?” 

Sunday looked up at you, smiling with a cloth half falling down his face. You walked towards his bed, noticing how intricate all the architecture seemed to be in his room. Plush velvet decorated his room in the farthest layer of the hotel. Taking a seat next to his bed, you took the cloth off his head, grabbing the basin and wringing out the water.

“You don’t have to–” he interjected, reaching for your hand. His hand was abnormally warm, especially so for someone like him, who you were so used to having hands cold to the touch.

“Well, I do have to so you can get better for the banquet,” you frowned and took the wet towel, placing it gently on his forehead. “If you don’t get better, who’s going to the banquet and hosting everyone? Surely you won’t let me, your poor assistant who’s only meant to accompany you, do it all by myself?” you let out a sigh, resting your head on his chest, hoping that you being dramatic would somehow cure all of his illnesses. He let out a small laugh and ran a hand through your hair. 

“Of course not, I’m sure I’ll get better in no-time, don’t worry much,” Sunday smiled, his wings moving slightly. “And even if you were to host a banquet by yourself, I’m sure you’d be able to anyway. But I doubt you’d be able to deal with the Nameless, I myself aren’t sure about them either.” 

You two lingered in silence for a few minutes before something crossed your mind. 

“Oh right!” 

You ran to the other bed, which was what took you to the Golden Hour dreamscape. Of course it was exactly as you remembered it, drunks and tourists of the like littered the place. And oddly enough, the bright lights of the city reminded you of how you had met Sunday – although that’s a story for another time…

Taking in the sound of the bustling city for another moment, you ran towards Sunday’s favourite shop, a cake shop that he had visited many times. Letting yourself choose the freshest cake with the great excuse that “Sunday would be eating this.” Soon you returned to the room, shoving the cake in between his hands.

“How’s it taste?” you grinned. It was his favourite food after all. 

“Not bad….”

And soon you tucked him back into bed knowing that tomorrow would be a long day with a sick leader of Penacony and a large banquet that hosted everyone from all around the universe. You just couldn’t wait to be overworked, at least it was with Sunday. 

Fever Dream Part 2

i have so many pulls for this man, probably ooc idk we've barely known him in story

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[moonsaver]

Im a firm believer that sunday gets overwhelmed from the amount of stimulation he gets when he's constantly surveying and patrolling around the dreamscape, so although his house/room is lavishly decorated for any guests that on rare occasion get invited over, he has a separate room that's actually quite simple and homely. It has quite a few decorations/momentos from his childhood and the overall room is quite comfortable and relaxed, with abundant amount of natural sunlight (however possible it may be)