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nikathingz · 2 years

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Witch’s Dilemma

Morpheus x Immortal!Witch!Reader

This is purely self indulgent bc I love him so much

Part 2 here - Masterlist

Word count: 2657

(Also this gif is so cute but it makes me want to cry knowing the short moments that follow 😭)

*RING* *RING*

You picked the phone up and held it to your ear with your shoulder as you scribbled runes and incantations into your leatherbound journal “Hello? L/n residence” You said absent mindedly and briefly placed your pen down to look over at the texts you were studying.

“Uhm, I would like to speak with the mage called Y/n please” a weary male voice spoke through the phone, this piqued your interest, prompting you to set your pen down and fully acknowledge the conversation.

“That would be me, now who is this?” You questioned leaning on your hand, you had not been known as a mage in many decades.

“T-this is Alex Burgess, you knew my father Rod-”

“-Erick Burgess, yes I do, he is the man to have captured a demon in his basement,” you said more to yourself than the man on the phone “He has asked many favors of me in the past, what is the meaning of this call?” You inquired Alex about his business with you.

“If you would miss, I was hoping you would come out to help me with something, a spell, if you will” His voice, was desperate

Now he truly had you hooked, what would a Megas's son need with a mage? Was he not magically endowed himself? “What sort of spell is it?” you were already running through thousands of possibilities but unfortunately the only answer that Alex gave, brought much disappointment.

“I'm afraid I can tell you no more until you arrive,” He said hastily, “Does this mean you will come?” His voice had a boyish hopefulness to it that made your lips quirk up in a slight smile.

“Yes, just tell me where I need to be and I will travel as quick as the crow flies,” you said, your curiosity sending you into a daydream of what the man could want.

You let out a breath of relief as you pulled into the gravel driveway of the Burgess manor it was late in the evening which basked the manor in an eerie light. You stepped out of the taxi and walked up the creaky steps, rapping on the old wooden door. You stood for a moment before a kind eyed old man opened the door “Well hello, please come in! My name is paul, and you must be Y/n yes?” He asked with a sweet smile and you nodded, returning it.

“Yes, that is me. It's lovely to meet you Paul” You said and he nodded, leading you to a study where an old man sat perched in a wheelchair by a window. “You must be Alex Burgess” Your words startled him as he jumped slightly and looked in your direction.

“Yes, yes come in, please” You nodded and allowed some of his help to take your bags, sitting in a cushioned chair he kept in his office. He chuckled and examined your youthful form “I'll be honest, I was expecting someone older, my age perhaps,” he joked and you shifted a bit awkwardly.

“Haha yeah… sooo about this spell, what is it?” You cut right to the point, you couldn't lie, the question had been eating you alive for the entire week it took for you to prepare and travel to the Burgess manor.

Alex seemed to stiffen at the mention of your coming here, wordlessly Paul walked behind him and started to wheel him out of the room, and you followed blindly, Paul helped Alex down steep concrete steps and into a cold damp basement.

The breath was stolen from your lungs as you laid eyes upon a glass sphere, and inside was a man, who had raven hair and sickly pale skin. He remained still and silent in his glass prison, his eyes closed in a false peace. Paul and Alex stood back as you approached the wondrous thing before you, while you had worked with Roderick Burgess in the past he had neither confirmed nor denied the rumor of the demon in his basement, not even to you.

But this man did not look like a demon, in fact, he looked to be the opposite, he seemed to be crafted by the hands of gods themselves, when you came within reach of the orb you placed a curious hand on the glass, causing the being inside to look up at you. In his eyes you swear you could see the whole cosmos, but past that you could see a human like being. “So the rumors are true…” you muttered

Behind the beauty, in his silvery blue eyes, you could see the faintest amount of curiosity as he looked from you to the firmly planted hand on the glass. When you snapped out of the childish trance the man had captured you in you whipped around to face the old men and the guards who were watching your every movement.

Your face contorted in disgust and disdain “What is the meaning of this, Alex Burgess? Why do you bring me here under false pretenses and show me this man you keep locked in here like some trophy!?” Your disgust was immeasurable as you turned fully to the men.

“Your mistaken mage, I did not bring you here under false pretenses, I brought you here to cast a spell that would bind this basement shut, and I do not keep him like a trophy! He has refused to speak for over a century! All he had to do was promise not to hurt us and he could be free!” Alex tried to argue his case but you already had all the information you needed.

Your lip curled in disgust “And how do you expect me to bar this being in your basement when I don't even know what he is?” You questioned and he faltered.

“It's a being more powerful than gods, my father called it ‘Dream of the endless’ it wasn't even the one my father wanted to capture in the first place, please we were just scared that it would hurt us, we never wanted to keep it here, we just wanted to be safe” Alex sighed and spoke more calmly.

Dream of the Endless, a being greater than gods? And yet here he was, trapped for over a century in glass confinement, all because some mortals got greedy and scared?

Your stomach churned at the thought of keeping him locked in here for as long as the foundation of this house stood. You gnawed on the inside of your cheek in thought, briefly glancing over your shoulder to look at the Endless, his eyes were still trained on your figure, but his brow was slightly furrowed as if deep in thought himself.

“Please, this is our last result. We just want to be happy,” Paul pleaded and he clutched his lover's hand.

You inhaled a deep breath and stepped away from the glass sphere, feeling overwhelmed at the moral dilemma. “I need to think…” you muttered and crossed the room to stand in front of Alex and Paul “If you would be so kind as to show me my room, I'm exhausted from travel. I certainly could not perform such magic in my current state,” you stated and they both nodded, understanding. You followed as Paul helped Alex up the steps.

As you walked through the iron gate you looked back at Dream, whose demeanor had changed from when you had first walked into the basement before it was curiosity, now it was cold. You couldn't get rid of this looming feeling of despair.

Your sleep was restless that night, tossing and turning and unable to get rid of the image of him sitting in there for gods know how long, it was early in the morning before you finally rolled out of bed, deciding that a cup of water might help ease your troubled mind.

The house was quiet as everyone was asleep, you padded downstairs and into the old creaky kitchen, rifling through the cabinets to find a glass to quell your thirst. Your fingers bounced in thought, did you really want to do this? If you helped Alex then when the Dream King finally did escape you would be the only one alive for him to seek revenge on, and quite frankly you did not want to piss off one of the Endless.

You had read about the Endless a few decades ago, they were exactly as they were named, endless beings more powerful than gods, created by Father Time and Mother Night, Destiny, Death, Dream, Destruction, Desire, Despair, and Delerium.

You had met Death once, it was a long time ago but you remembered her kind smile, she was the reason you were still walking the earth today. You leaned on the counter in thought, remembering the deal you struck with her to gain your immortality.

Thinking about Death made you wonder why Dream’s siblings had not come to help him, the rumors of his predicament surely had to have reached the other Endless- of course, they had. You wanted to slap yourself, they knew what happened to him, and they were afraid that if they tried to come to his aid they would end up just like him. Your gut twisted in sorrow for him, abandoned by his siblings and made prisoner by the humans he was supposed to bring extravagant dreams to.

You finished off the glass and placed it delicately in the sink, padding back into the hall and stopping at the bottom step. You looked down the wall to the door that lead into the basement and heard a small voice in your head telling you to descend the stairs and gaze upon the ethereal being trapped like an animal.

Ignoring the pounding in your chest, you approached the basement door, there was a brief moment after you wrapped your hand around the brass knob where you considered turning and returning to your room, waking tomorrow, and just doing the damned spell. But instead, you pushed the door open and carried on down into the damp room, The Endless sat just as he did when you had last seen him earlier, elbows resting on his knees and arms crossed over his lap, in an effort to preserve his dignity.

One of the guards had gotten up to meet you at the gate, and you watched as his face was overtaken with confusion. “I apologize but I can't allow you to enter, Mr. Burgess doesn't allow any house guests down here alone, you’ll have to come back in the morning-” He tried to deter you but you stayed firm, giving him a hard glare.

“Mr. Burgess knows I’m down here, in fact, you both can go home, I've come to prepare my spell and it would be in your best interest to not be present unless you wanna be stuck in here with him for eternity,” you nodded past him to the Endless, who stared at you with a fierce glare. The man opened the gate and allowed you to step inside while he and his partner scurried to gather their things and leave the basement. You were honestly surprised he believed you, you were still in your pajamas and had none of your arcana with you.

Once left alone you shifted awkwardly on your feet, the cold concrete uncomfortable against your bare feet. His head cocked to the side as he watched you wearily approach, your eyes trained on the gold binding circle as you walked across the room to stand on the small water surrounded square of concrete where the circle was laid. His glare was unnerving as you crouched and ran a finger lightly over the binding circle and lifted it to see a slight residue on your fingertips.

She looked up at him and was almost taken aback by the mix of curiosity and pure displeasure, “Don't look at me like that, I don't actually plan on locking you down here, I'm just trying to actually get a plan together before someone realizes what I'm actually doing down here” You said and stood up with a sigh, knocking on the glaze to try and gauge just how much force would be needed to break it.

Dream’s jaw clenched and unclenched as you stared at him with a sour look on your face, you looked over your shoulder to the desk that the night guards had hastily abandoned, you looked at your hand and determined you definitely couldn't even crack the glass if you simply punched it. So you crossed the room to the desk and pulled the small lamp off of it, yanking the cord out of the wall, you turned on your heel and raised your arm over your head, and flung the lap right at the orb of glass.

Dream lurched back in surprise as the lamp collided with the glass, causing cracks to spiderweb outwards from the point of impact, but not enough to fully breakthrough through. His eyes were wide in disbelief as he stared at the damaged glass. You hurriedly walked back over and started to rub the gold runes etched on the floor with your foot while pressing a hand on the glass and giving the distraught Endless a slight smile “I'm sure you can take it from here yeah? Just one thing before I get the hell out of here though” you glanced down to see that you had rubbed a good chunk of the golden binding away.

“Just give me a few minutes to get properly out of here before you bust out of this joint, I’d rather not be around for what happens when you do break this glass cage,” you said with a light chuckle while walking back across the room watching as he shifted up onto his knees to properly examine the damage you’d done to not only the spell that kept his powers at bay but also the glass that kept him confined here.

He looked back up at you, his brows pinched together, so curious as to why you were different than all the other humans that visited the basement during the over a hundred years the Burgess’s had kept him bound here. He watched as your form retreated and disappeared from the basement and listened as the floors creaked above him, he didn't understand why but he sat there on his knees for several minutes until the house was encompassed in silence.

Meaning you were gone, and that he could finally escape this hellish place after over a century.

And he was correct, after you disappeared from the basement you had rushed as quietly as possible upstairs to gather the little items you had brought with you, then booked it out of the house not wanting to wait around to see how royally pissed the Endless would be when it fully registered to him that he was no longer bound to that glass case.

You felt light despite the fear that he might also want to knock heads with you, deep in your soul you knew that you had done the right thing by aiding in his escape, and a little voice in the back of your head assured you that he would be more inclined to spare you for not sealing him in the basement.

You were able to catch a ride back to the city where you could rent a car to get you back home, opting for it better than getting cabs all the way back as you had on the way over, you don't remember when but some days after you had arrived back in the safety of your apartment you had seen that Alex had caught a severe case of the sleepy sickness, and you had nothing but pleasant dreams every time you slept.

You had an inkling that both were work of the sandman.

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I love this sm, I had so much fun with it I hope you love it as much as I do

#the sandman netflix #the sandman fanfic #dreams and nightmares #the dream king #the dreaming #dream of the endless #morpheus #arcana #witch #roderick burgess #alex burgess #self indulgence at its finest #Dream of the endless x reader #morpheus x reader #witch!reader #immortal!reader #death of the endless #rip jessamy

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trikruismybitch · 1 year

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Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Clint & Natasha are on Vormir and just as Nats about to jump something stops her.

“You tell them yourself.” Natasha shoots her widow bites at Clint before turning to jump off the cliff. An explosion happens and she’s knocked off her feet as she holds her side. Looking up she sees Clint drop his bow before starting to run but then suddenly he freezes mid-step.

“Clint?” Natasha gets up and walks to him but he doesn’t make a sound. He doesn’t even flinch when she waved a hand infront of his face which increasingly worries her as she shakes him and he still doesn’t budge from his spot. It’s like he’s frozen in time.

“He’s okay.” A soft voice says from behind her

Shooting around Natasha takes a defense position as she raises her arms at the woman before her. Quickly assessing her she has (Y/h/c) hair in a half updo with the rest flowing freely down what Natasha can tell was maybe mid-back. Her posture remained natural with both hands clasped infront of her in a non-threatening position which does nothing to relax Natasha.

“Who are you,” She presses as the woman before she smiles slightly before answering

“I’ve gone by many names but the one I have chosen for myself is (Y/n),” she goes to take a step toward Natasha which causes Natasha to raise her arm that she had previously dropped. (Y/n) raises her hands in a placating manner before speaking again, “I am not here to hurt you Natalia.”

“How do you know that name?” Natasha prods

Y/n raises her eyebrow “It is your given name is it not?” Natasha’s face remains neutral “I know many things.” She says vaguely

“Why are you here?”

“Well the first it to stop you from killing yourself,” the (Y/h/c) says like she’s scolding a child, “The second is to...talk.” She says with a shrug

“What did you do to Clint? You say your not here to hurt me but he’s frozen.” She asks

“I guess you can say I can control time, along with other things. He’s not in any pain he’s just stuck in that moment.”

“What are you?”

“I guess you can say I am being out of space and time,” (Y/n) shrugs “My siblings and I were of the first beings to be upon this earth but as it developed we were cast out, forced to watch and never interfere in the life’s of mortals.” (Y/n) turns around to look at the rising sun leaving Natasha a very ample opportunity to kill her. If what she says is true then Natasha probably couldn’t kill her, not that she wants to, something about her is familiar.

Natasha walks forward till she’s standing a few feet away from (Y/n) as she takes in the rising sun “What do you want with me, besides trying to save my life and talk.”

“If you could go anywhere in the world where would you go?” The woman beside her asks.

Furrowing her eyebrows Natasha looks at the woman. Just now noticing enticing (Y/e/c) eyes that give her a sense of security and as weird as it may seem she feels safe with her.

“Volgard” and within the blink of an eye Natasha was there she gasps lightly.

“Don’t worry about Clint he’s okay still frozen but safe on Vormir.” She answers before Natasha even asks earning a thankful nod in return.

“Why me?” The redhead breaks the silence “Why are you doing this?”

The (Y/h/c) woman sighs as she sits down patting the spot next to her Natasha following. “As I am forbidden to interfere in mortal matters unless called upon which now a days is highly unlikely, but I’ve been watching you.” Natasha doesn’t know whether to take it as a compliment or to be a little creeped out, she settles on both.

Turning her head to look at the goddess sitting next to her she finally takes into account just how beautiful the woman sitting next to her is. The glow of the sun setting against her skin casting an utheral glow around her. Feeling eyes on her she turns to face her before giving her a a gentle smile as she lays her hand on top of Natasha’s.

“I’ve watched you grow up beating all the odds stacked against you. The future is usually written for everybody, everyone serving a purpose. You were supposed to die in the red room,” The woman states speaking again before Natasha can speak “Its uncommon for someone to beat the odds when they’re stacked so highly against them. You were around 10 when Madama B made you fight one of the older girls.”

Natasha’s breath hitches as the memory comes to mind. She had been disrespectful and payed the price by being forced to fight a much older girl who was 15 at the time. Madame B was using her as an example to teach the others a lesson about what would happen if you didn’t comply. Instead of Natasha dying she ended up winning the fight “I had watched and thought your fight was over but you got up and won.” You chuckled lightly your fingers lightly trailing over Natasha’s with a gentleness she hadn’t felt before.

“I kept a much closer eye on you after that. When you escaped the red room I was so proud,” you murmered gazing in the green eyes you had fallen in love with “Then you joined SHIELD and turned yourself around. I was happy you had Clint he’s a good guy.” You turn your head looking off into th distance as Natasha still looks at you “Then Budapest happened.” Your face turned dark as clouds started forming rapidly over head “When Taskmaster shot you...the bullet was inches from your heart.” You took a deep breath the skies clearing once again “You probably remember as well as I do Clint was nowhere near you busy trying not to die but,” You look at Natasha “You were about to die. I heard you calling asking for anyone to help you and so I did.” Natasha inhaled deeply tears filling her eyes but never falling.

“You were the woman I saw,” She shook her head “I thought I saw an angel i felt the bullet wound closing. When I told Clint he told me I just had a nasty concussion because there was no wound.” She watches as you expose your chest where a scar sits right where Natasha had been shot.

“You took my wound? What-I-how?” She splutters confused as she asks her question.

“You were drifting between life and death. It was the only thing I could do to save you,” you shrug covering up your chest “It was nothing.”

It was anything but nothing actually. You almost died. For the first time in a millennia you had been hurt, willingly taking on a wound for a mortal had almost gotten you cast out. Your parents were furious for interfering in the mortal world, your siblings disappointed. You argued that she called and asked for help, they said she should’ve died as she was, it was far too late. They told you, your infatuation with a human would get you killed one day. They weren’t wrong.

“I’m immortal” you tell her “A bullet wound won’t kill me. Hurts like a bitch as you would say.” Natasha snorts at that shaking her head

“I still don’t understand why me out of everyone in the universe.” She looked up into the sky.

Natasha really couldn’t fathom why you, a goddess, immortal being cared about her well-being, it just didn’t make sense.

“Why not you?” You question “You got delt the wrong cards since birth. Even fate had tried to turn against you, yet you preserved. You have sacrificed your life time and time again for the greater good.” A white flash appeared and they were standing in Vormir again “You have given willingly and unselfishly, trying to clear the red in your ledger,” You take her hands in your own, “You have cleared that ledger twice over Natalia. I will not let you sacrifice your life as if it means nothing.” Natasha’s heart aches and tears fall down her face at your words.

She had been trying so hard to make up for her past mistakes and here was a moniote being that knew and seen everything she had done and told her it was enough. That all her work in clearing her ledger had been past. But (Y/n’s) final words caught up to her as she released her hands taking a step back.

“I won’t let you sacrifice Clint.” She said defiantly “He has a family, no matter what he has done in the last five years, he needs to go home.” She did not expect a light laugh and a bright smile from you in return.

You cup her cheeks and look into her eyes “After everything we have talked about, you truly thought I would let your bestfriend die?” You chuckle at her obliviousness “I wish for you to never be in anguish ever again Natalia and losing Clint would cause you pain, a pain I wish to keep you from.” You sigh as you feel the time for what you have to do comes nearer.

*flashback*

You watch as Natasha arrives on Vormir before feeling a presence behind you.

“I know what you are thinking and you cannot.” He says coming to stand next to you watching over the woman that had unknownly captured your heart

“You are important கேட்பது” he speaks using your creation name. (listening)

You smile at your brother “I have not heard that name in centuries” you put your hand on his shoulder drawing him closer.

“Listen வீடு I know you feel it is your duty to keep the home together and that father and mother are pressuring you to stop me but it won’t work.” (Home)

Qazius looks at you in sorrow his blue eyes water for the first time in a melina “Why are you leaving us?” He turns you to face him, his hands in your shoulder tighten “We have been through everything together what am I to do without you?”

“You will watch over Natalia for me.” You ask his jaw clenches at her name. He does not care for her, especially for what she’s is unknowingly forcing you to do. “Brother” you clasp your hand against his on your shoulder “I know you feel as if Natalia is taking me away from you but I will always be in here.” You point to his heart. “This is my choice, I have lived for far too long. It is time I join our fallen family, but I need you to promise me to look after Natalia. I asked எதிர்கால to show me her future and she seems to have a peaceful one but in case fate decides to stray I need you to protect her,” his blue eyes let out a few more tears, “for me.” You ask pleadingly. (Future)

He pulls you into him one last time wishing he could keep you here “I swear it by the old and new.” He promises.

You pull away “You were always my favorite, younger brother.” You smile one last time before disappearing

Qazius looks to where you meet the woman that is unknowingly causing your doom. He had never felt the love you claim to feel for her, maybe one day he will.

*flashback over*

“I don’t understand,” Natasha shakes her head running through all the possibilities “Are you saying you can get the stone without a sacfirice?” She questions

“Not exactly,” you step away from her as you look down the cliff “You and Clint will not die, I promise you that.” You turn and face her again sensing her confusion “I must ask you something, you may decline of course.” You clasp your hands behind your back as you take a step forward in Natalia’s personal space “May I kiss you?” You unclasp your hands as your nervously fiddle with your dress

Natasha’s eyebrows shoot upwards. Your quite beautiful in fact that’s probably the first thing she noticed about you but she was too busy trying to determine if you were a threat. She looks at you noticing the way you rock on your heels while you fiddle with your dress but despite your obvious nervousness you maintain eye contact with her, face neutral despite obviously being nervous from her reply. It’s honestly cute.

Natasha smirks a little stepping closer “And what would I get in return.” she teases not actually wanting anything.

You take a step closer so your noses are touching hesitantly placing your hands on her waist, “A glimpse of your future and the answer to how you can get the soul stone.” Natasha blinks a few times not actually expecting anything but nods slowly as you both lean in.

For you it’s everything you have ever wanted. Despite being alive for eons it’s the first time you ever truly felt alive. You pull her in closer her hands finding perch on your face. Your heart beats wildly as volcanoes erupt in your stomach. Feeling like your being lit on fire as every hair on your body stands up. Tingles roll down your spine and settle in your stomach as you force yourself to pull away and open your eyes. Her eyes are still closed before she strikes back abruptly out of your arms and her eyes shoot open.

For Natasha your lips are the softest thing she’s every felt. She can feel you gently holding her waist a stark contrast to the strength you must hold. An enslaught of flashes are brought before her eyes. Her holding the soul stone, Clint at her side a heavy feeling in her heart as she hands it to Steve. Steve on the ground behind her as Thano’s stands above Thor with Stormbreaker being forced into his chest as Mjnor sits a few feet infront of her. Standing infront of a lake the heaviness in her heart weighing more as Wanda comes to stand next to her. Sam standing next to Bucky and her with Steve’s Shield in his hand the heaviness in her chest even more. Wanda stands infront of her smiling brightly holding her hand. A small figure with red hair and blue-green eyes staring at her in her arms babbling Mama. Finally an image of you apologizing to her before falling backwards. The flashes end forcing Natasha to move out of your hold as she regains her bearings.

“I-You,” she stands up ridgedly her mind finally coming to the conclusion “You can’t.” She says

You look at Natasha with sorrow, “You’ve brought something to me that I never thought I’d feel for another. Love. You may not know me Natasha but you have brightened my life and lit a fire in my very being. Your worthy Natalia remember that,” you take a step backwards as your foot is met with nothing “I’m sorry.” You fall backwards

“No!” Natasha yells but she’s too far away from the cliff and by the time she makes it to the edge your body lay lifeless. The sky rumbles and cries before a flash appears.

Natasha wakes up next to Clint in a pile of water. She sits up and feels something in her hand. Looking down she slowly opens it revealing the soul stone shining brightly.

“Natasha?” Clint sits up looking confused. He looks at her and noticing the stone in her hand “How?” He asks scooting closer to her.

She looks up as a tear drops from her eye.

“So your telling us, a goddess that has been around for eons has been watching you since you were a kid, somehow fell in love with you and sacrificed herself so neither of you had too?” Tony recounts. Natasha nods her head in conformation as Tony scoffs and rubs his head “I’m grateful but honestly it just seems too good to be true, was she even a real goddess?” He questions when they all suddenly hear the skies roar with thunder and lighting. They all look to Thor who’s puts his hands up, shaking his head. Tony looks at Natasha and her crestfallen face. He grabs her shoulder “We’ll avenge her,” he looks to everyone “And we’ll get everyone back.”

It was after the battle. Tony died. Steve left and is old now. Clint went home to his family. And Natasha stands looking out on the lake thinking about everything that has happened in the last day, mostly about Y/n and her sacrifice. The guilt she felt roaring inside her.

She hears silent footsteps thinking it was Bucky or Sam she ignores them until a man in a a white three piece suit with gold ascents stands a few feet next to her. Before she can even speak he speaks in a soft tone.

“She wouldn’t want you to blame yourself.” He continues to look across the lake ignoring the way Natasha’s head snapped towards him. “She made a decision and once her mind is made up, no one can change it,” he turns his head cold blue eyes locking with Natasha’s, “Trust me because I tried.” He turn to look at the lake again

“Who are you?” She asks already having an idea but trying not to make assumptions

“My name is Qazius. I am,” he pauses slightly “was (Y/n’s) younger brother.” He answers

Natasha doesn’t know what to say for the first time in her life. She’s at a loss of words. They just stand in silence for awhile before Qazius breaks it.

“I didn’t understand why she cared for you so much until I watched you battle today,” he glances at her briefly, “You’re fierce and unrelenting, you have a fire burning in you to protect and sacrifice no matter the cost. It’s admirable and I can see why she loved you.” He states

“I’m sorry.” Natasha apologizes. Qazius looks at her confused “About (Y/n),” his eyes flash with pain before masking it again but Natasha caught it, “I may have not known her but she protected me without me knowing and the time I did spend with her showed me how kind and caring she was.”

Qazius looks at her like he’s seeing her for the first time “Thank you mor-” he stopped himself short before correcting himself “Natasha. She was the best of us.” He says. Natasha glanced at him questionly “Out of all my siblings (Y/n) had the kindest heart and the most empathy out of us all. She wanted us to help you humans even after we had been casted out eons ago by your ancestors.” He looks at her “I think you had a lot to do with it. You inspired her to try to change our minds, told us we had a responsibility despite what humans thought. She failed...but maybe now that she’s gone that will change.” He looks away from Natasha seeing a woman with auburn hair making her way towards them.

He turns to Natasha offering his hand. She looks at it before taking it feeling something being handed to her. “This was her necklace,” he looks behind him, the woman’s closer and he can feel the power radiating off of her even from the distance, “It signifies her haven been the first born. I think she’d like it if you’d have it.” He tells her

“I can’t take this.” She tries handing it back but he raises his eyebrow staring at her.

“Don’t refuse a gift from a god Natasha,” he smirks before sensing the woman was approaching “Whoever wears it will be protected,” he tells her as the woman comes to stand between Natasha and the man, “If you need me call my name.” He tells her smiling politely at the woman bidding them both farewell.

Wanda crosses her arms and stares at his retreating figure before looking towards Natasha “Are you alright?” She asks her.

Natasha looks at the pendent clutching it in her hand feeling a rush of power and a sense of what could only be described as the feeling she felt when she was with you wash over her, “Yeah,” The memory of Wanda smiling and holding her hand flashes into her mind, “Or at least I will be.”

The end

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #marvel #natasha romanoff x you #natasha x reader #black widow fan fic #black widow x fem!reader #black widow x goddess!reader #natasha shouldn't have died #immortal!reader

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alannybunnue · 1 year

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Ok, Keep it Short: Immortal!Reader being the reason why everything started.

You guys may have seen the reblogs of my asks with @missglaskin last night. And that whole thing made me have a small idea, so this is it. Not gonna be long, this is just to distract myself from studying a bit.

T.W: Mentions of Death, Obsession that caused the whole plot of Aegon's Conquest, and spoilers maybe.

Tags: @rosaryos

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"I will marry you, only if you reunite the 7 Kingdoms of Westeros and become it's King."

Oh, how you regret such words.

But after living for so long and having this Valyrian boy running after you just to have you as his 3rd wife, you had to get some fun out of it, giving him some challenge and see how it goes.

You never expected him to actually do it, actually, it was an absurd idea. Who in their sane minds would try to conquer an entire continent?

Him, Aegon Targaryen. He would cross every limit just for you to be his wife, he fought every lord and army just for you, he burned Dorne, not just for his dear Rhaenys, but to prove to you the depth of his love and devotion.

You realize your mistake, this man was out of line and now everything was burning in your name. You caused this, you had to run and hide before he-

"My love, it's finished...I did just as you asked of me."

Behind you, there was he, in all his glory, waiting for you. You won't turn him down now, right? After all, he did this for you.

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A/N: And this is it, if the reader escaped and disappointed The Conqueror is up to you, thanks for reading!

#house targaryen #fireandblood #a song of ice and fire #aegon the conqueror #aegon i #yandere imagine #yandere x reader #immortal!reader

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yearninqheart · 2 years

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loneliness was built for two

oh what a tragic way of living it was to be utterly alone during an endless lifespan.

pairing: morpheus x reader

word count: 1.5k

tags: gender-neutral!reader, immortal!reader, unreliable narrator, past lovers, lowkey endgame, pre-sandman series,

warnings: minor implications of physical abuse, my rusty writing (pls its been months im sorry), uploading this at like 9pm so sorry for any errors

notes: yes this was inspired was the bonus calliope episode. no i do not have any original ideas ok i do but i just do not have the time/energy to complete them yet

You sensed his presence the moment he appeared in the dark corner of your bedroom. You didn’t need to glance towards your left to know that he was standing there, looking at you with an unreadable expression as always as you kept your attention glued to the moon up in the night sky.

Neither of you knew what to say, so you simply remained quiet. For the next few moments, the two of you appeared to remain frozen in place as you raked your minds for absolutely anything to say. Surely there was something that could be said to break the awkward silence neither of you could ever recall experiencing in the past. Has things really changed that much?

It had been years–centuries to be exact– since you’ve both last seen each other but of all things that could be said to break the silence, the line Morpheus decided to go with was: “Hi.”

You bit back a smile at his awkward greeting and for a moment, you almost considered removing your lip from your teeth. He always used to hate whenever you’d try to hide your smile.

He also used to hate you. Or at least that's how he made you feel.

“I’m sorry, I-I shouldn’t have bothered you.” You mentally cursed at yourself for stumbling over your words. And for calling out to him. “You didn’t have to come really. I just-”

“You could never be a bother.” His voice was soft. Much softer than the last time you spoke—or fought, rather—and for a moment the tenderness almost made you forget how harsh he last sounded. Almost.

“Well then I apologize for wasting your time, My Lord.” You said dismissively, finally turning your head to face him.

You quickly regretted that decision when you watched his eyes widen in a mix of shock, horror, and worry as the bruise blossoming on the right side of your neck was now clearly shown to him. Quickly turning your head around you hoped that he somehow wouldn’t have noticed but you knew it was no use.

“You’re hurt.” He pointed out the obvious. You refrained yourself from scoffing at the observation and instead decide to gnaw on the inside of your cheek.

You wondered if a part of his reaction was due to your formalities when you addressed him. Back then he was always ‘Morpheus’ or ‘Dear’ to you while ‘My Lord’ was for those who kneeled at his throne. He would have never let the day come that you stood in front of the throne rather than beside or on it. Even now he would still stand before you—even after all that's been said and done between you two and the centuries you’ve been apart.

“I am fine.” There’s not much left that you could do anyways.

“Who did this to you?”

“I said that I am fine-”

“Then why did you call out for me?”

Silence blanketed the air of your bedroom as you found yourself unable to respond to his question. Not because you didn’t know how to but rather, because your pride would never let you say that the reason you had called upon the Lord of Dreams was because you were scared.

He had made you feel safe for so long when you were his and even after everything that’s happened, you’ve yet to find anyone else who gave you that same sense of security that you would call out for them after such a bitter parting. Perhaps that was why you didn’t hesitate to call out for him. Afterall he did vow to always be there for you, even if your relationship wasn’t in the same place as when he first made that promise to you. Morpheus was a man of his words.

“It was Jesse.” You quietly admitted, shifting your gaze to your ankles while you ignored his stare. “They got into some fight, again, and I was just caught in the crossfire of it all.”

It was only partly a lie what you told him but it was for the sake of your friend, even after what they had done to you. Yes your friend did get into another fight after another long night of drinking that almost led them to getting kicked out but it wasn’t the crossfire that resulted in your injury but rather, Jesse themselves. The fight was between the two of you anyways but you knew the lengths that Morpheus would go to get revenge so you acted like your heart didn’t ache at the fact that you had probably lost another friend over something stupid. It appeared that losing those you loved the most in your immortal life was the downside to your blessing of an immortal life. Or was it actually a curse?

“What do you want me to do?” He asked softly. Genuinely. No biting tone or malice intent behind any of his words. He just wanted to be here. As he once vowed to do so long ago.

You hadn’t considered his question prior to calling him however. In the heat of the moment when their hands were still wrapped around your throat you had used up the last of your oxygen to call for him before darkness wrapped around your eyes and you collapsed, or so you led yourself to believe.

What happened after you lost consciousness was still a mystery to you. A kind stranger who claimed to pried Jesse off of you a second after you hit the ground had stayed with you until you regained consciousness—which according to them, was just a few seconds later—and offered to drive you back to your apartment which led you both now here.

“I could leave if you truly want?” Morpheus had begun to walk towards the door but you quickly shut him down, shocking not only him but yourself when your hand flew out to grab his own as a response.

“Please don’t.” He stiffened in shock at the unexpected action but obliged to your request nonetheless. His response came a nod as he stood there awkwardly by your bed as you held his hand. Your hold on him was loose, almost as if you were scared reality would ruin the moment and you realized this was all a dream. But you had refused to return to the Dreaming since the night you left and in turn, Morpheus hadn’t paid you any dreams ever since. Or nightmares, thankfully.

He squeezed your hand then bit back a smile when your grip on him tightened. He desperately wanted to pull you into him and wrap himself around you like he used to do so many years ago but times have changed. People change and he told himself his feelings have as well given the centuries you spent apart but tonight only proved his thoughts wrong.

“Can I go back?” Morpheus turned to look at you confusingly. “To the Dreaming I mean, can I return to it one day?”

Oh.

It was odd to see the Dream Lord unable to respond. Oftentimes than not he usually knew exactly what to say or do in any given situation except for when it was with you.

Desire had once called you a liability due to your unpredictable nature during a family gathering of the Endless siblings and Dream just almost reached their seat at the table before Death grabbed his arm to stop him. She may have managed to save the gathering from becoming a bloodbath but the stares as sharp as daggers being thrown across the table did little to ease the new tension that Desire seemed to love whenever he was near.

Perhaps in some ways they were right. There definitely had been situations where you were pulled into his messes due to your affiliation with the Dreaming and its ruler but you knew what you were getting yourself into when you first began seeking him out in his realm. And he knew what he was getting himself into when he began to let you. Or at least, to some extent he did.

“Morpheus?”

He wondered if you noticed the way he almost stumbled upon his words and nearly replied with, ‘Yes, dearest?’.

You wondered if he noticed how you were almost expecting it and the pang of pain that struck you when it didn’t come.

“You can visit anytime you’d like.”

You didn’t reply after that. Instead, you glanced up at him with a smile he hasn’t been able to see in such a long time and he understood what it was that you were trying to say. You almost forgot that you were still holding his hand until he gave it another reassuring squeeze and reached for his leather pouch.

Sand was sprinkled over your eyes and you felt as if the world around you was spinning violently as your vision turned to dark. You briefly felt strong arms wrap around your shoulders as your back met with the familiar surface of the bed before you finally felt yourself let go, your consciousness going to a place you had dared not enter for centuries until now.

I’ll see you back home.

#oneshot #morpheus #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless #dream of the endless x reader #dream #dream x reader #the sandman x reader #sandman x reader #morpheus oneshot #dream of the endless oneshot #dream oneshot #the sandman oneshot #sandman oneshot #immortal!reader #gn!reader

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akariamai · 1 year

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Familiar [Part 1]

Part 2, Part 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x immortal!reader

Word Count: 1238

You watched the world you’d always known become public knowledge. It was laughable in which the US government feeds their citizens lies, lies that the enhanced individuals are a new construct, lies that they only started to appear in the age of heroes. Enhanced individuals have always existed. They always walked among the non enhanced. The only difference is more dangers have bubbled onto the surface and now they’re trying to save face.

Steve Rogers might’ve been the world’s first superhero but he was not the first enhanced individual. He was made into one and celebrated for it. Acting as a poster boy for the US government to recruit young men with a romanticized version of war. Those who were born enhanced were often murdered, caught, or experimented on. The history of the lost to never see a glimpse of light.

You had known Steve once upon a time. Your paths crossed whenever you found yourself in New York. You heard him getting beat up in the alley next to the theater being saved by his friend, Bucky Barnes. It was a rather lackluster moment and you had no idea how important to history they both would become. He was but a boy back then, wanting to be a hero but limited by his body.

Throughout years of torture and experiments by the government, you readily escaped and made a life for yourself. Hidden away from the government and living in isolation. At times, you would gather enough courage to leave your safe haven and explore the ever changing world around you.

Money makes the world go round and round. At least, that’s what those in control want the population to comprehend and accept. You had seen the value of money diminish and the cost of necessities increase unjustifiably. The concept itself is of greed as no person should have to justify their worth with the amount of cash in your bank. You had lived through the rise and fall of empires, the extinction of a plethora of animals and insects, and witnessed the destruction in the wake of greed for money.

As money had never been an issue for you, you’d donate religiously to charities in feeding and sheltering the homeless in various parts of the world, created multiple scholarships for students to get free-rides to their dream schools, funded research centers and other organizations. You had far too much money for just an individual.

Once you explored the world for what it had to offer, you became bored. Traveling was once exciting but the thrill dissipated. You now occupy your time reading books, mindlessly scrolling on social media, watching television, and other niche hobbies. You had so much time to do everything you’d ever wanted and search for the answers to questions that remained unanswered.

You found yourself in a decent routine to keep yourself from going insane. It might’ve been considered boring to the average person but you had done so much in your life, any downtime was welcomed with open arms and a bottle of whiskey.

“Do you think they’re here?” Hushed voices whispered in the distance. The forest creatures that usually surround your home remain quiet, not knowing what to think about the strangers walking through their forest. They had become familiar to you but were still wary of humans.

“Well-kept house in the middle of nowhere and Red Wing picking up one heat signature would suggest so.” It was another voice. A voice you knew you heard before. It was a voice from the TV. You’d realized the voice belonged to Sam Wilson, an apparent pararescue who fought with the Avengers to save the world. You didn’t know if he was considered to be an Avenger though. After the whole debacle with the Sokovia Accords, the breaking up of the Avengers, and the fight with Thanos, the question of the status of the group has been unclear.

“You’d think they know we’re here?” The voices became louder as they inched closer to her safe haven. You wanted them out. To leave you alone with your thoughts. You didn’t want strangers to mess up what you had built for yourself. They needed to leave.

You recognized the other voice as well. It belonged to an old acquaintance. He flirted with you after he saved his friend, Steve, from being beaten in an alleyway. It seemed like such a natural occurrence but hearing him now was a bit surreal. He probably wouldn’t recognize you after all he’s been through. You remember when he was falsely blamed for the bombing of the Vienna Bombing. Sloppy work for someone’s who’s identity remained hidden for so long, only whispers of the nickname Hydra had given him. Idiots. You thought bitterly. Bucky was such a kind man turned into a mindless weapon. You wished he would have lived a long and beautiful life without the violence or suffering that he so rightfully deserves.

He sighed, annoyed by the questions, “Yes. They’re probably aware of our presence. [Reader] we know you're in there. We just want to talk.” You didn’t listen. You couldn’t move. No one was supposed to know your name. You’d messed up sometime during the rise of technology, you assumed. It was easier to go under the radar before technology developed and expanded to the point where your face could be caught on camera.

Your mind began to race as they made it to your porch and knocked gently. You couldn’t outrun a supersoldier. Your powers only consisted of immortality which you found to be rather lonely and painful. You slowly crept to the door, your arm uncontrollably shaking as you reached to open it. You were opening the door of uncertainty and allowing the outside world to enter. “What do you want?” It was the question that echoed underneath your breath.

Sam gave you a gentle simple, “I’m Sam Wilson and this is my associate Bucky Barnes.” He gestured to his companion. “We don’t mean to intrude but we have a couple of questions only you would be able to answer.” Bucky stared long and hard at your face. His eyebrows scrunching together as he tried to pinpoint why you were so familiar. “We have evidence to suggest that the soldier serum was recreated. Since you have been alive for a decent amount of time, have you heard of anything that’ll be able to help us?”

Of course you had heard of multiple instances of scientists, from all around the world, desperately searching for the answer to recreate the super soldier serum. Many had failed leaving a trail of dead bodies of unwilling victims.

“You should check with your own government.” You bluntly replied. The American government had tried to keep the experiments of their own soldiers a secret but people talk. Guilt overcomes silence. While the media caught smoke of what happened behind closed doors, drunken secrets were spilled for all to listen and you listened. “I know they tried… relentlessly.”

“You look familiar.” Bucky’s voice rang, catching the attention of both Sam and you.

Sam gave him a questioning look before observing your reaction. It was neutral. No confusion or alarm emerged in your facial expression. You look straight into Bucky’s eyes, seeing the window of his broken soul trying to mend itself piece by piece, “I’m pretty sure we've never met.” The lie slipped so smoothly that neither of them caught it.

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fanoftheimagines · 2 years

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[Text: “Being immortal and being in a polyamorous relationship with Dream and Hob”]

[Picture: 1789, Dream of the Endless saying “You need not have come to my defense.” to Hob Gadling.]

#dream of the endless imagine #dream of the endless x reader #hob gadling imagine #hob gadling x reader #the sandman imagine #the sandman x reader #gn!reader #romantic!reader #queer!reader #immortal!reader #gnxm #polyam #my gif imagines

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angel4astraea · 2 years

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𝕬𝖉 𝕬𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆 . . ⛥ 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆

ft. tsarista (loosely)

cw. mentions of supposed death, nothing else really.

a/n. just a quick thing, this is based on a fem reader/afab reader, so sorry if anyone isnt really included. i just feel more comfy writing fem readers. much love tho xo!

To begin this story, we must travel back many centuries. .

You were once a floating star amongst the sky but had fallen down to Teyvat. For some years, your form was never really specified. It was a mix between a firefly and what looked to be a glowing grass lantern. That is until you had stumbled across Sumeru on one of the darkest nights. Your light had attracted few people, guiding them to a field of thick grass and a small pond.

It was your first time seeing humans, watching them with curiosity as you fluttered around, lighting the peaceful plains. Clueless, you had landed on a woman's arm, admiring her face. As much as you enjoyed being a small spec of light, you yearned for the feeling of living life as humans did. Your wish was granted while you rested by the pond, waking up to an entirely new form.

You had limbs like humans did, stretching them out when you woke. However, the people you had once lead to the plains were in awe. They asked you questions and put clothes on your back. Like a newborn fawn, your legs wobbled when you learned how to walk; grasping onto the arm of another. Slowly but surely, you grasped the concept of living.

As you approached the largest Sumerian village, you were showered with questions and awe. The thing people asked the most is how your eyes were shaped like stars. Of course, you couldn't answer that as you didn't know that yourself. You were named a Sage, responsibility quickly piling on your shoulders.

For two-thousand years, you watched Sumeru build itself, Archons come and go. . you had witnessed a lot of it, prefering to stay out of the public's eye. Your hand in marriage was sought out many times across Teyvat. You denied each one, focusing on your study of the stars, constellations and playing the lyre.

Though, after so many years of being companionless, you began to wish every night for a partner that wise like yourself. It was granted, a man sliding into your life by coincidence. He had taken you to the newly created land of Khaenri'ah and you saw the liveliness of the godless nation. You had abandoned Sumeru for this nation, marrying the man and having a daughter, Hecate. You had been close to the ruling family of the Eclipse Dynasty, sharing wisdom and learning the art of Khemia.

You had successfully learned Khemia, alongside your original unused Dendro vision. Once in a while, you'd sneak away from Khaenri'ah and visit Teyvat. You had met different individuals, including the Tsarista. The two of you had been quite close, her loving heart accepting you into her palace to talk.

Though, a few years later, the destruction of Khaenri'ah had taken place. You had attempted to fight the Celestial being to save the nation but failed, losing your husband and possibly your child. On the brink of death, even as an immortal being, the Tsaritsa had encased you in ice, freezing you until you could be awoken again. In the ice, you would be able to heal your wounds, regenerate energy and remain safe from Celestia.

The Tsaritsa had protected you, though, she wasn't able to find your daughter until a century later where she had been living amongst mortals, like you had been. . .

Since then, it's been five hundred years. Your form hasn't changed one bit, other than the wounds healing and your hair still growing inch by inch. One day, the Tsarista hopes to wake you and have you aid her with the uprising of the Abyss and the Fatui.

#au prompt #au genshin #alternate universe #genshin impact #fem reader #reader #genshin drabbles #genshin fanfic #the tsaritsa #god!au #god!reader #immortal!reader #im a big witch so i love basing things on witchy things #fatui harbingers #abyss order #fanfiction

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heartfullofleeches · 2 months

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Time Traveller Darling: Hey.... Is your name Devlin?

Younger Devlin [Immortal Yan]: Yes....Who are you?

Time Traveller Darling: Doesn't matter. Despite hating your guts, your step-mother is planning on throwing you a birthday party. Do not touch or eat anything on that table

Younger Devlin: ..... O...okay?

[Present Day]

"Y'know....."

Time Traveller Darling: .....

Devlin, eating peanut butter out a jar with his fingers: You never said I couldn't lick anything.

#Devlin my oc #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere oc #yandere blurb #yandere headcanons #male yandere #Immortal Yan #Time traveler reader

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shmalk · 2 months

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I VERY MUCH WANT TO SEE MORE ON IMMORTAL READER IN 141.

I might just make a fic based on it.

Any more thoughts on it that might fuel me?

asjndjkbdfv if you make a fic can you p l e a s e tag me in it or i will cry !!!

maybe it's something reader has always had, maybe they havent, whatever it is - kate laswell knows about it and that's why she's put you in the team.

i wanna know how the boys found out, maybe its more on that hostage situation, you've been a part of the team for a while and then you're stolen - of course it's stealing, no one takes anything that belongs to the 141 !

maybe they find you - and the target, and he's using you as some sort of bargaining chip, "their life or mine, you choose."

and the boys are very much like "uh no we will have both thank you" and the target is like "uhm, no i just gave you a choice."

"we'll get both of you anyway, the building is surrounded." price, probably, thinking more logically than the boys.

the target, who obviously has something up his sleeve, takes out a gun and just shoots the reader, back of the head, maybe the bullet is a clean shot and goes right through and blood streams down your face.

ghost (its always ghost in these moments) tackles him, separating him from his gun and probably breaking a few bones in the process. so, ghost carries the unconscious man and soap carries plausibly dead you to ambulance - or medic car, whatever suits the story better.

and you just - wake up, in the middle of being dead. "soap, if i have to stare at your arse for any longer than four seconds, i will stab it."

and he drops you, and its funny and wholesome because the boys can get attached to reader without worrying if they're never gonna come back from a mission :-D

except for that one weak spot that you have, you know, that one spot on your lower back (where a trampstamp would be) that would render you paralysed and therefore your immortality would no longer work- oh.

sorry, did you say something?

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nikathingz · 2 years

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Witch's Dreams

Morpheus x Immortal!Witch!Reader

I couldn't wait to make a part 2! i hope you enjoy it! and don't forget to like and follow for more!

Part 1 here

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Word Count: 1585

You took your peaceful dreams as a sign that Dream wasn’t mad at you for being hired to seal him in a basement for as long as the foundation of the house stood. While out and about doing work, you started to notice a raven just about every time you left your house. Every time you did you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, it's not like you didn’t like ravens, you believed they brought good fortune. Yet, whenever you saw them recently you couldn’t help the way your gut twisted in nervousness when you noticed them perched around your apartment.

It was a few months after your debacle at the Burgess manor when you had sleeping trouble. You had awoken early that morning to start a long busy day of work and were up later than usual. But when you finally did try to enter the land of dreams, you could not.

You’d laid in bed in silence and darkness for about an hour and a half before you got up and decided to make a cup of tea, in hopes it would help you sleep. But even as you sat on your couch sipping at the warm drink, your eyelids did not droop, and your muscles did not tingle. You had felt more awake than ever actually.

After staring at the wall for several long and boring moments you looked out the window where rain had started to patter outside. Your body went ridged as a pair of yellow glowering eyes stared back at you from the fire escape. As you shifted off the couch and toward the window. The cat had stood and started trotting out of view of the window, toward where the fire escape reached your bedroom.

You rushed through your tiny apartment and crossed the threshold of your dark room, to be met with a pair of sparkling eyes in the blackness, except instead of being on the floor, at the head level of a cat. They stood taller than you, not by much, but certainly more than a feline.

Your breath hitched as thunder boomed through the city, your first instinct was to grab something to defend yourself with, but you stood frozen as the eyes approached you. You gawked as he stepped from the shadows into the beam of light coming in from your now cracked open window. It was him, Dream of the Endless.

Excitement and nerves bubbled in your throat, what did he want? Why was he here? Your eyes examined his form, he wore a black T-shirt and jeans, with the same colored pair of boots and had his hands stuffed deep into the pockets of a trench coat, also black. His hair was in the same disarray as when he was trapped, you figured it was the way he liked it.

His face was hard, brows furrowed and lips pursed like he had been sucking on a lemon. Yet a sparkle in his eyes carried curiosity.

“W-what do you want?” your voice was weary as you shrunk into yourself, you watched as his features softened and he gave you a smile of gratitude.

“Fear not mage, I have no resentment toward you” His voice was different than you had expected it to be. The type of voice that would make millions in the audiobook department, one that soothed the knots in your shoulders and made your head fuzzy with fatigue. “How could I?” He stepped closer to you, so close that if he stepped to you again he would be chest to chest with you. He lifted his hand out of his pocket but hesitated and dropped it to his side.

“Then why have you come?” You asked and shifted on the balls of your feet, looking up at him with childish awe. He was breathtaking like this, his glassy skin shone in the filtered moonlight, and you could pick up on every slight micro expression on his face.

The corners of his mouth lifted ever so slightly as his eyelids fell shut and he dropped gracefully to kneel before you. Morpheus was a prideful being, but being imprisoned for over a century was truly humbling to him, he owed you eternally for what you did for him.

You could have left him there, worse, bound him there for creator knows how long. When he heard Alex’s demands, he damn near expected you too. And yet, you hadn’t hesitated to come to his aid once the house fell asleep, and you hadn’t asked anything in return.

You were truly remarkable, it had taken all of his willpower to not come and see you immediately after he had recovered his tools to properly thank you. Matthew was his next best option, and eventually, he couldn’t take it anymore, he had to see you in the waking world and pay his respects.

Now standing here before you in your moonlit bedroom, he was like a worshipper to the ancient gods.

Your face flushed as you watched him kneel before you and hang his head like a child caught in the cookie jar. “I- what are you d-doing?” your heart pounded in your ears as the godlike being in your home looked up at you with a face filled with gratitude.

“Thanking the witch who freed me from my prison, as I should have many months ago,” he said regretfully, and you watched as his lips pursed in shame. This caused you to hesitantly grip his shoulders and try and get him to stand with you again, but he stayed firm on the floor.

“No, lord Dream please don’t, you didn’t-” you said as you tugged on his coat, but he placed a chilly hand on his shoulder, over yours, and shook his head slightly.

“Morpheus, my name is Morpheus, I will not have you address me as superior when I owe you an eternities debt” He spoke firmly, but not in a manner to upset you.

“Okay okay! But please Morpheus stand up, you don’t owe me anything really” You said and watched as he looked up at you with novelty, but slowly rose to stand within a mere foot from you.

“You misunderstand mage, I do owe you-” He tried to reason but you didn’t let him, by gripping his sleeve and smiling up at him.

“No Morpheus you don’t, the lovely dreams the past few months have been payment enough, I was simply doing what any right minded person would do. There’s no need for any ‘eternal debt’ or whatever, just knowing you’re okay, and that humanity doesn’t have to suffer anymore sleepy sickness is enough for me” You spoke softly and watched as he gently gripped the wrist that had a hold on his sleeve, turning it over carefully in his calloused hands.

Morpheus examined every inch of your face, he wondered what kind of deal with the fates he made long ago that might have brought you through his path, but he didn’t care.

You infatuated him, you weren’t like humans, you didn’t use your powers as a witch against people, you didn’t exploit your immortality, and you freed an Endless being, simply out of the kindness of your heart.

“Even centuries of sweet dreams could not convey my gratitude to you” His voice was calm and peaceful, pulling a yawn from your throat, which caused Morpheus’s jaw to clench momentarily.

He felt a bit guilty for being the cause of your inability to sleep tonight, he had intended to speak with you much earlier in the evening, but he was caught up watching as you did mundane tasks around your house, and the small projects you’d put off, he just lost track of time.

He cleared his throat and released your hand, trying to compose himself, your eyes closed as you gave him a genuine smile. “As I said, you don’t need to give me anything because I don’t want anything” you tried to assure him, but his face was set in a state of immense concentration.

He tried to think of what Lucienne might advise him to do, he understood that he’s not very good at expressing himself the way he intends to. He simply looked over your face watching the tiredness overtake your features.

“How about this hm? I go to bed, and we can talk more tomorrow yeah?” You said drowsily and swayed in your spot, feeling the sounds of pattering rain and the presence of Morpheus finally lull your exhausted mind towards sleep.

This prompted Morpheus to place his steady hands onto your biceps and gently tug you toward your messy bed. He gently laid your finally tired form into the comforts of your bedding and watched as you snuggled into your plush pillow.

He hovered by your nightstand as you adjusted and got comfortable, before looking up at him and smiling softly “goodnight Morpheus” you mumbled as your eyes fell closed.

A soft smile graced his features as he stared at your stilled form. “Goodnight mage…” he uttered quietly and pulled a soft sheet over you.

“It’s Y/n…” you muttered so quietly that he almost didn’t hear, but his smile widened in acknowledgment. As he let out a breath of a laugh.

“Goodnight then… Y/n” he said and left you to your dreams, assuring that they were especially wonderful as you snoozed away that night, it’s safe to say he was properly infatuated with you.

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Part three?

#the dreaming #the dream king #dream of the endless #the sandman fanfic #morpheus #morpheus x reader #prideful morpheus #soft morpheus #greatful morpheus #immortal!reader #witch!reader #self indulgence at its finest

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suiana · 5 months

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(yandere! immortal x gn! reincarnated reader)

humans don't live forever, but they dare to make claims of eternity.

like how you promised him that you'd be his forever.

of course it wasn't kept.

for you were a mortal and he wasn't. you had a short life, destined to be gone in a blink of an eye. while he was cursed to live forever, to watch as everything and everyone around him died while he lived on.

it was heart wrenching until you came along. you soothed his soul, reminded him that life wasn't all that bad... until you died, of course.

you died and came back, died and came back. all with different names, all with different appearances, but you were still you.

yet your heart always never stayed loyal to one person. it never stayed loyal to him. in every life you'd be with someone different, or you'd be with no one at all. and that hurt.

because his heart still longs for yours.

he tries to understand, he really does. for you had died and maybe forgot about him. but still, he just can't shake the nasty feeling in his chest whenever he sees you with someone who isn't him.

which is why he has finally decided to take it upon himself to ensure that you'll fall for him in every life of yours.

i mean, it's not like he has anything better to do. might as well remind you that you already have a lover. wouldn't want you to hurt him again by finding someone new haha.

so it's okay that humans don't live forever.

because a promise always lives on.

the promise of love that you gave to him... it will always be eternal.

and he'll always be there to remind you of it. always.

#yandere #tw yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere drabbles #yandere scenarios #yandere immortal #yandere immortal x reader #suiana rambling #suiana brainrotting

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alannybunnue · 1 year

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Ok, Keep it Short: Immortal!Reader being the reason why everything started: Last Part

Sorry for the delay, i went to a long ride of burn out(i guess), didn't really have the inspiration to continue writing on my own. But i will try my best, this is supposed to be the last part of this mini series, since this will keep going on and on...

[THERE MIGHT BE TRIGGER WARNINGS, SO BEWARE]

Tags: @rosaryos - @haven-is-happy

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It's an endless cycle.

You tried, you know you did.

Only if you knew that Targaryens were persistent, that each and all of them would keep you trapped in this room, where no one but them could find you.

Each more insane than the other, you even remember their names...

Aenys...

Maegor...

Jaehaerys...

Viserys...

Daeron...

Maekar...

Rhaenyra...

Aegon...

Aegon....

Aegon.

AEGON!!!

That dammed man kept hunting you even after DEATH! They were all different, but the name was like a curse that drags you to wherever hell that man was locked into!

You couldn't take it anymore, and you did try, you tried to make it stop.

The scars in your wrists are the proof of it...no, you are not proud of them, you just wanted it to stop, but your curse kept you alive.

The new man that visits your chambers is the second boy named Aerys. You remember the first one, a boy desperate to conceive a child and thought that you were the answer.

This one is different, his insanity escalated to another level, his ways of using you were...flammable to say the least. You didn't feel much pain, after all, what's the use for pain if you are not going to die.

This went on for years, you got used to it...my, even admire it.

The fire, of course, not the man, he was a pig like all the others.

One day, you had been awaken by the sounds of discord, something you were familiar with. You tried to analyze the sounds and for some reason, you opened the door that locked you for centuries, no guards, nothing.

You were free.

You were finally fucking free.

You ran around the Red Keep, trying to find some sort of exit, desperate to get out, for this might be your only chance.

And then you found...him

Aerys, lying on the ground, dead.

The Targaryens were dead.

You saw a man standing by his corpse, but before you could do anything, a hand covered your mouth and dragged you away.

Everything goes black

Once you wake up again, one more time, you find yourself in those chambers, once again, you were locked.

The door opens again, a new man appears, he has the features that remind you of that targaryen bastard, Orys Baratheon.

He wore a crown, meaning he was King...and you were his.

His to savour

His to love

For all eternity

The blood of the Dragon indeed runs thick.

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A/N: And cut, i wrote this before breakfast so i don't know if it's good enough, but i truly hope you enjoyed.

#yandere imagine #yandere x reader #a song of ice and fire #house of the dragon #the targaryens #yandere house of the dragon #house of the dragon x reader #house targaryen #house baratheon #Immortal!Reader #reader insert

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ruporas · 9 months

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i killed. i murdered. i'm nothing like these sleepy people here… nevertheless, you can actually be grateful? bastard… i’m saying… thank you. because you spilled blood, you saved all of these people’s lives. i couldn’t have done it without you. (ID in alt)

#vashwood #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun #trigun maximum #participated in altades' dance collab :3 very grateful for the opportunity and many thanks to them for organizing this!#there was a lot of vw arc choices... but i went for the leonof arc bc it's a dear vw moment to me #i think a lot of the leonof arc further breaks down vash's ideology and for the readers - together with ww- to learn that his ideals aren't #pure naivety and that vash knows he's at an odd standpoint with himself. he's criticized ww for shooting rai-dei just prior when ww had don #so on the behalf of vash but here he thanks him for killing on behalf of his home and its genuine. bc vash's presence - although it's not #his fault - he was the reason leonof and gray had gotten to the ship and killed people there. that's the guilt he has to live with and #despite his anger he'd still resolute not to kill. meanwhile ww just did what he had to - beating down on a seemingly immortal monster but #at the core made up of many lives he had to take and i feel as the fight dragged on - his own mentality waned. committing active carnage #while remembering the orphanage... and bearing that guilt alongside the words vash left with him during rai-dei's death #only for vash to thank him afterwards what he's done and for apologizing for pushing his beliefs on ww when he had no solutions of his own #anyway. i just have so an immense love for this arc bc they just got around to appreciating each other in weird ways. though ofc its still #weird and confusing for ww bc every new info on vash it'll just be strange to him as someone who's human #ruporas art

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akariamai · 1 year

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Familiar [Part 3]

Part 1, Part 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x immortal!reader

Word Count: 1131

“Do you want something to drink?” It was the first thought that came to mind, and it had slipped seamlessly from your lips. A familiarity of what you once were taught by your mother. “Water? Lemonade?” It’s been a while since you’ve welcomed someone into your house. Hospitality escaping your trembling figure as it's been too long.

“Water’s fine,” It was painfully obvious he was uncomfortable. Probably believing, before making his way onto your doorstep, that he wouldn’t make it this far. That you would’ve closed the door in his face and left him to face his demons alone. “Thank you.” He offered a small awkward smile.

You grabbed the pitcher and poured water, cool as a cucumber, into one of the wooden cups you’ve collected throughout your travels. Placing the cup in front of him, you took a seat on your couch, waiting for him to start the conversation.

You let him in, and it terrified you. You’ve never done that before, and you know how it ends. Him six feet under and you continue to live with another broken heart. You hated your heart and how easily it accepts people. You were unfit to be an immortal. You were too gentle and loving. Every attachment you’ve made left you more broken than the last. You isolated yourself to protect your already shattered heart. It seems your attempts were futile. Your past just walked right in.

Bucky was silent. Probably not knowing how to even start the conversation. He was broken and bruised by the world he sought to protect. Getting nothing in return but torture and hatred. When the words finally arrived, he took another sip of his water, gathering enough courage to start, and said, “Thank you for letting me in.”

Those were not the words you were expecting to hear. His words were startling as they were gentle. He truly was thankful. He’s been shut out for so long, he expected everyone to treat him the same. An unlucky fool and mindless Hydra tool.

You’ve seen the way the government had portrayed him. A man capable of acting on his own accords however, it was further from the truth. He was a war victim. A captured soldier. A man who lost his life and soul to a heartless organization. The man sitting before you was attempting to regain his life back. Without his family or his longtime friend. They were gone and he was here.

“I was lonely.” You confessed. This man had faced many lies in the past. He deserved the truth. “That’s why I left you in.”

“I-” He began before heaving a long sigh, “I just wanted to ask a few questions. My mind has been scattered. I don’t know what is real or what I’ve imagined. I recognized you. We’ve met before.” He was reaffirming what he knew. His reason for coming here. “Can you tell me? If it was real or not?”

“Okay.” You agreed. His mind might not be all there, the part of him that was Bucky Barnes from the ‘40s, it’s fragmented throughout his subconscious. You could only help with that one day. You were not Steve. You didn’t know him like Steve.

“Steve tried to help you and you tried to help Steve. True or false?” He looked at you with puppy eyes. He might not have known he was doing it, but it painfully struck your heartstrings. Damn your gentle heart.

“True.” Steve always wanted to be a hero. You’d gathered as much from the short time you’ve spent together. Only to be reaffirmed when he fought in the war.

“You were in the alleyway?” He asked before clarifying, “Behind the movie theater?”

“True.” His mind is surprisingly more intact than you’ve previously thought. It was a miracle he didn’t suffer from something more permanent. Would it be called luck? Was it lucky to be caught by the enemy? He was alive but at what cost? His freedom? His body? Was it worth living?

“You were...” He thought for a moment, “Hitting a man with a pipe?”

You shook your head, “False. I didn’t have a weapon. Only had my fist.” Could dreams slip into his memory or alter it in any way. Could it be a normal phenomenon of misremembering a memory. “You remember me with a pipe?”

“I thought so.” He muttered quietly, “It’s muddled. Almost too fuzzy to comprehend.” He was scared his memory was fading into fantasy. An imaginary scenario born out of the dreams he had during his involuntary cryosleep. It seemed dreams and memories collided together when he woke up. Leaving him questions rather than the answers he hoped to find.

“Do you remember what happened afterwards?” You asked. Did he remember everything that happened that night?

“No...” He went quiet for a moment, “I don’t know.” He was trembling. He placed the empty cup onto your table, not trusting himself to not crush it, and fear laced face. You didn’t want to make sudden movements, worried of startling the man and making him feel worse, you chose to speak.

“Do you want me to tell you the rest?” You asked patiently, “You can fill in the rest with what you remember.” He gave you a small nod, still shaking and still terrified. Words seemed stuck in his mind.

You spoke slowly, in case he wanted to speak, “You heard the commotion and saved the day with your fist. It didn’t take you long to finish the fight. You made sure Steve, and I were alright before you started to flirt with me.” You paused, waiting to see if he would interject, “You were charming, a well-practiced lady’s man, you swept me off my feet.”

“We went to an ice-cream stand.” He cautiously added, “I ordered vanilla and you ordered...”

You helped him, “a Nutty Buddy cone.”

“Right.” He stared at the wall, waiting for you to continue the story.

“We spent the day exploring New York City together. I told you it was my first time, and you were determined to show me all the cool spots before we’d part ways.” It was an amazing adventure packed in a day. It was still one of the best days of your life.

“We went dancing?” He asked.

“Yes.” You nodded, “We danced all night long. We were dead on our feet, but you still walked me home. Like the gentleman you are.”

“I waited for you to go inside.” He stated. That part of the memory was blurry. He couldn’t remember the building, but he knew he waited till you locked the door. He recalled the sensation of being alive coiled in his fatigue. He’s always been a lady’s man, but it felt different when he spent the day with you.

#Bucky Barnes #James Buchanan Bucky Barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky #self-insert #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x you #falcon and the winter soldier #falcon and the winter soldier imagine #Immortal!Reader #Winter Soldier #marvel one shot #Steve Rogers

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