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dreamdaddymorpheus · 2 years
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fire on fire | chapter. 03 | morpheus x scarlet witch!reader
pairing: Morpheus x Scarlet Witch!Reader (she/her) summary: The Lord of Dreams falling in love with a being capable of spontaneous creation – what could possibly go wrong? note: You are not Wanda Maximoff. You’re just you who happens to be the Scarlet Witch and all that entails. previous chapter: chapter. 01 | chapter. 02 a/n: no beta we die like jessamy
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Sat on his throne, overlooking the heart of his palace, Morpheus has never felt so small – so without power. The King of Dreams and Nightmares they called him and yet he was bested by a bumbling amateur with a delusion of grandeur, seeking to prevent that is which is the most natural thing in existence and as a result has committed a graver offense. He has half a mind to demand his sister relinquish Roderick Burgess to him so that he may throw the mortal on his knees before you and beg for your forgiveness.
He felt his heart swell at the mere thought of you, his sweet Y/N. His mind at ease and free of thoughts of mortal men and their greed for what they do not deserve. Such were the effects you had on him. Perhaps it should be a concern that you had such sway over a sovereign and in extension his realm – yet the Dream Lord could not bring himself to care for why would you seek to possess what already belongs to you? You possessed all of him and all that entailed.
“My Lord,” The courteous voice of his librarian pulled Morpheus out of his musings, “If I may ask…” He looked over to see Lucienne shifting uncertainly at the bottom of his throne, a thick volume clutched against her as she peered over her spectacles, “Now that you have recovered your tools of power as well as have reunited with her ladyship, where do we go from here?”
“Nowhere for the time being.” Morpheus stated simply and in a tone that brokered no argument, “I endeavour to heal with my love and rebuild my realm.”
The silence from his subject was telling but Morpheus waited to hear it himself, “And…what of the prophecy, my lord?”
Lucienne could only blink as her king disappeared in a swirl of sand and materialize before her in a matter of a millisecond, towering over her with his face a picture of the calm before a storm. “Know that I am fond of you Lucienne, but I will not hear more of this damned prophecy.” He declared in a low growl, head tilting slightly to the side, “Y/N will one day be your Queen, and nothing will ever change that.”
“I do not seek to change that or sow doubt in you, your grace, however we have to acknowledge the consequences of your union.” This placated the Endless slightly, leaning back to reward her loyalty with some distance from him, “Your…siblings will not stand for it. Perhaps her grace Death, but the rest will attempt to either claim the Scarlet Witch for themselves or seek to destroy her.”
The Scarlet Witch was but one facet of you and yet it seems to be the only thing that mattered to others outside of him – as if that was the only thing you were. As if the fact that you were, perhaps, the most beautiful being in existence didn’t matter. The notion was simply lost on the Dream Lord.
“Your words have merit.” Morpheus conceded, unable to refute her caution. Endless were the embodiment of absolute order. Him and his siblings directed the fundamental forces of the universe and ensured they fulfilled their purpose. Your existence, however, was the antithesis of theirs.  It was as if the universe wanted to break free and manifested you to break its chains. You were not written on the Book of Destiny nor were you one day arranged to enter the Sunless Lands. Even your dreams were not influenced by the Dreaming. You simply existed.
“I will not lose you again.”
Lord and subject turned to see you approaching, the look of determination on your face matching the unwavering manner in which you delivered your declaration.
Lucienne took a step back as Morpheus moved to meet you, “You will not lose me again, my love.” He spoke softly, his entire countenance shifting to that of complete affection. While he believed those words wholeheartedly it was evident from the way you pursed your lips that you did not, heart still fresh from your loss of him as if it happened yesterday. In a way it did, he supposed, for your magic never truly allowed you to grieve him.
“They robbed me of you.” The words left you through gritted teeth, “Of a life we will never have. Of a version of myself I will never know.” You kept your eyes on his despite the crack in your voice brought upon by the hatred in your heart.
The words of warning from the prophecy echoed in his mind. 'The Scarlet Witch is not born; she is forged.' Perhaps humanity, in its arrogance, inadvertently forged its greatest threat.
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Morpheus watched as, in your anger, your magic begins to manifest just above your eyes and slowly unfurl to form a crown of pure red energy – angry and vengeful. It does not deter him, however, as he reached out to cup your face with both hands and leaned forward to press his forehead against yours.
“Heal with me, my love.” He whispered, unable to hide the plea in his voice, “Roderick Burgess is no more as well as his cowardly son who stood by and did nothing. They will never take me from you again – this I promise you.” He felt your magic dissipate and calm even if your breathing continued to be shallow.
“Should my siblings dare to interfere in our love I will defend you as staunchly as I know you will defend me.” He pulled away then to gaze adoringly at you, so utterly deep in his devotion to you. “All will know of my intention to make you my Queen.” His voice, like liquid seduction, caressed your face. When he leaned down this time it was to plant an open-mouthed kiss on your jaw, “When I plant my children inside you no one will ever dispute the fact that you are of the Endless.” His lips moved to caress the corner of your lips, “Wife of an Endless,” He whispered an inch away from your lips, “Mother of my children.” He caught your lips in a hungry, desperate kiss. A century in the making.
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bones-of-a-rabbit · 8 days
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Afton'd Reader AU my beloved,, clingy obsessed possessive boys my beloved,,,, i really should draw this Mentally Unwell Trio more often, its very fun skldfhsdkjfdh
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firethekitty · 7 months
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post-canon vashwood that can’t keep their hands off each other. post-canon vashwood that follow each other around like shadows, to the point where people will ask where the other is if they’re alone. post-canon vashwood who are constantly hugging and prefer each other’s laps to a chair because they are not going to lose each other again. do you get what i’m saying
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teruel-a-witch · 10 months
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3.17/7.10 Relax the grip, king, nobody is stealing him away from you 😉
When introducing your totally platonic bestie it's important to maintain an iron grip on his shoulder at all times to make sure no one snatches him away from your grasp. You can shake his hand but that's all you are getting. The fact that they both do this, equally insane about each other yet oblivious xD
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yeyinde · 3 months
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Down to the marrow is INSANE! It was the hottest, most terrifying thing I've ever read. PLEASE tell me have more planned for Ghoap because I would gobble it up! The way your write them makes my brain go brrrr
"hottest, most terrifying" i absolutely adore this because i just kinda love when love/romance leaves me feeling slightly queasy lmao so thank you!!! 🖤
but um! i do have one more planned that i'm working on. an amnesia au, of sorts. i'm always so eager to spoil things for myself and everyone else, so i'll try to keep it brief but: thinking about you waking up in the hospital after a nasty accident (that you can't remember), but are seemingly okay except for the glaring issue that two massive, slightly odd men are claiming to be your husbands. they'll take such good care of you during your recovery, i'm sure! nothing nefarious at all happening here. just a lovely poly couple. it's all so so so so wholesome
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ne0nwithazero · 1 year
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🎙️📺 Robot Marriage 📺🎙️
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lifeof-pink · 2 months
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yandere yoo joonghyuk for kim dokja plsplsplspls
real and true. i think they’d both be crazy for each other…. a match made in hell heaven 😌 absolute menaces to everyone around them
i mean like. post canon, would either of them let the other out of their sight???? hell no lol if they could fuse into one person to prevent the other from leaving for any reason they would
[obligatory “this is an unhealthy relationship (probably) and should not be looked to for real relationship advice” dislaimer here]
now, i think dokja would be a bit possessive of all his group (kimcom) in a kind of “mama cat” kinda way. they’re his PEOPLE, and they’re only his. if someone hurts them, any of them at all, that someone will disappear real fuckin fast. he’s the leader of the group and he’ll be damned if he can’t protect his children and his friends.
this kind of goes the other way too, the rest of the group will kick in his shins (metaphorically) and force him to stay in bed using any means necessary (remember in canon when they literally sedated him to force him to take a break?) if they believe he’s ever in danger of fucking up his own health to pursue an outside goal. (which he’s absolutely allowed to do, but NOT at the cost of his sleep or his nutrition or his mental health.)
but christ, yjh and kdj to each other?? now, they have no worries about cheating or anything god no. but god fucking forbid you hold one up for too long while the other’s waiting for them. ESPECIALLY, good lord, if you flirt with one of them? you’ll be lucky if a sword held up to your face is the only thing you get lol.
these guys are a fucking menace to their local neighborhood, it’s basically agreed upon fact that you just shouldn’t talk to one if the other isnt in the room. especially dokja, his companion is downright terrifying if he learns you talked to HIS partner without him in the room good lord. nice guy with a scary boyfriend.
not that they’d ever really be apart anyways—christ they’re like bonded cats, “do not separate”. attached at the hip isnt a strong enough word they’re fused at the damn heart
this is more er. soft yandere i suppose. i explain my thinking more in the tags but basically i think they arent as murderous as your typical sorta “crazy in love” story because they’ve stabilized each other enough that they dont feel the need to do it so much. because if the one you love is Right There next to you why would you separate from them to chase after Another Person?
perhaps this isnt really yandere at all haha, i could be totally wrong with my understanding of how the trope works
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sukugo · 10 months
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ALSO re plantcest i am incredibly on board that was like a selling point to me .. main enemy is his brother and they have the most possessive and fucked up relationship possible ?? nai wants to own vash and vash loves him so much he can’t kill him ?? not that he kills otherwise but still ?????? the literal mindfuck of i’m in your head and i’m making you believe all the love in your life came from me like the mfer wont even let vash Think other ppl have said nice stuff him
much love,
hate m. anon
YEAAAAAAHHH completely normal totally not insane behavior <3 they are simply insane about each other and it fucks up Everything. and we love world-altering tragic relationships.
they're a MESS. and ohhhh it's so good!!!!!!
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kylars-owner · 5 months
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scenario floating arnd my head:
lunch comes around, Kylar is waiting in the canteen. it's already 3 minutes past the latest time Ayesha usually gets there, and he hasn't seen her, so he tries texting her. it probably won't work, she takes hours to respond at the best of times, but he needs to try.
low and behold, almost instantly there's a response. location and nothing else.
so, he goes to the rear courtyard. and, sure enough, there's Ayesha, hiding out in the very corner, in a blindspot, smoking.
maybe this is the first time he's seen her smoke? like, she always smells like cigarettes and heavy lilac perfume (<- lore drop), but Kylar is Kylar and can easily convince himself it's someone else smoking around her.
anyways, he runs up to her and hugs onto her arm. she doesn't really react, just kinda glances at him. usually she'd ruffle his hair or greet him or something, but she's just kinda staring off into space.
he tries talking to her a few different times, saying he misses her, he thought he wouldn't see her, he was worried, asking her how her day was and such.
no response.
he asks if he can try her cigarette (how can he NOT ask, btw? its been in her mouth. he needs it in his mouth. he'd probably suck on the butt after she puts it out and leaves if she says no).
she finally responds. laughs a lil and says she doesn't want him getting addicted, but still holds it out to him.
he takes it, sucks the smoke in, and...
chokes.
chokes badly. coughing like crazy.
it hurts, and he doesn't like the taste, and he's got tears in his eyes,
but Ayesha is laughing and patting his back.
she takes the cigarette away when he tries to do it again
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roseofcards90 · 8 months
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These two are such fucking dorks lmao
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supernovaa-remnant · 7 months
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Oops, my hand slipped.
Repentance AU Snippet:
“Would you be mine? Forever? Would you swear it?” Wilbur manages to gasp out between short breaths.
His chest is tight and his heart feels as if it will strangle itself at any moment. He thinks his hands might be shaking, fingers trying desperately to maintain a strong grip on the fabric of Dream’s shirt. But he doesn’t dare look at the other man (a friend? a companion? a savior? his savior?) in fear of rejection. So, he keeps his head facing downwards, watching almost absentmindedly as droplets of water fall onto the stone beneath him. But the panic is subsiding, at last, having felt like it lasted eons but probably only lasting mere minutes.
Dream’s hands take his own, carefully and with far too much ease prying his fingers away from the silk fabric the blond wears.
“No,” Dream says, his voice barely above a whisper yet firm.
Panic seizes Wilbur once again all too quickly. Blood rushes to his ears, and his head snaps up to stare at Dream in disbelief as more tears pool in his dark eyes. He wants to run away and curse himself for being so stupid. He wants to grab Dream by the shoulders and make him stay and change his mind.
“No,” Dream repeats again, softer this time. His palms cup Wilbur’s cheeks, and his thumbs gently brush away the tears. A smile graces Dream’s face, and the confusion Wilbur feels is enough to cause a sliver of clarity to break through the haze of panic.
“No,” Dream says for the third time. “I will not swear to be yours. But, you could be mine.”
Wilbur’s breath hitches. His entire life, he’s viewed others in terms of their relation to himself. He’s always been the one to claim other people. Having Dream propose an opposing truth—to be the pawn rather than the chest master—sparks a flame in Wilbur. It feels powerful and destructive and intoxicating. It’s addicting, and Wilbur can’t stop the giggle from climbing up his throat.
He’d run away from his past to save those he loved from him (and to save himself from the consequences of his actions), and he’d been so so scared of hurting Dream as well. But right now? Right now all he can think about is what a beautiful explosion they could make together.
“Yours, then,” Wilbur says breathlessly, the words falling from his lips like a prayer.
And, in this moment, kneeling in a long abandoned temple in the wake of a panic attack and high on the idea of possession, Wilbur can’t help but picture himself worshipping Dream. His God, he practices in his mind, and any thoughts of how blasphemous it is to think of a mortal as divine are washed away by the giddiness he feels.
“Mine,” Dream reaffirms, and the smile on Wilbur’s face grows stronger.
(Wilbur’s eyes shine with the glow of something sinister, a darker emotion usually bubbling under the surface, and, as Dream feels old habits clawing at the back of his mind, he wonders if he’s just doomed them both).
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winchesterhymns · 3 days
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It's pathetic, I know
A jealous fool who won't let go
If I was sorry for my actions
Would I ever stoop so low?
Got no reason to live
And I've got nothing left to give you
But my love, love, fuck it, this is love
- This is Love by Air Traffic Controller
Dare I say, Dean after Sam goes off to Stanford and he feels like he's been left behind, all he had to give was his love, but that wasn't enough to make Sam stay, and now he's jealous of everyone Sam chose over him
All Dean could give his baby brother was his own fucked up version of love, and all Sam could do was accept it, especially since neither of them had a good role model for what familial love was supposed to look like or anybody else to love them, but what happened when Sam understood that what they did was not normal? The kissing, the intimate touching, the being so close they were practically in each other's skin was NOT normal and now Sam knew that, but Dean was left all alone in the dark.
So Sam leaves, and Dean has no idea why. Yes it's because of the hunts, because of all the fighting with their dad, but as far as Dean knows, his brother hates him, so Dean can't help but to feel responsible for his baby brother's departure. Dean was the problem, not any of the ghosts or supernatural shit they fought on the daily. No, it was Dean.
Sam was Dean's whole world, the only reason he was still breathing was because he took care of Sammy, he protected him, shielded him. But now that's over, that's no more and Dean? Dean is no one now.
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mikyouknow · 2 years
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Same. Energy.
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katethevampire · 4 months
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Oh God the musical theater is breaking into my dreams there were literally songs happening, I BROKE INTO SONG TOWARDS THE END OF THE DREAM WHILE TRYING TO DEFEAT THE VILLAIN WHAT
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peachydinosaur · 2 years
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deep space nine is so fucking all over the place. in one episode odo and kira are tricked into falling in love by A 400 Year Old Lounge Singer's Hologram and then two episodes later God and The Devil (bajoran flavored) possess two people to try to murder the fuck out of each other
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quietwingsinthesky · 1 year
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I just think Sam should have missed Lucifer more post-s5. Cage torture an optional addition to the dynamic. What I needed was for Sam to be like 120% more obsessed over the fact that he was never going to be Lucifer’s vessel again and to be angry with himself that he could ever miss that and be unable to stop himself from still wanting it.
#in my mind this is simultaneously soulmates (derogatory) and soulmates (affectionate)#post-possession lucifer should have left a hole in Sam#and unlike dean. who feels empty and tries to fill it up knowing it won’t be enough. Sam should have sat with that emptiness#made it an integral part of his being. martyred himself over it.#he will never be whole again but wholeness was a sin he can’t be redeemed for#(he still wants it. he still wants to feel that again. power or completeness or just not being alone in his body anymore.#he should miss lucifer!!!#repo man my beloved Sam should Want! to talk! to any version of lucifer he can get!!!#until it finally sinks in that if it isn’t the real thing it will never fix that yawning chasm in him.)#anyway. thoughts for the day#lucifer should be the same way btw he should be just as obsessed with Sam as he was in s5#worse actually. way worse.#he got shoved back into hell AND Sam got taken from him#lucifer should be sick with the need to get to Sam again and Keep Him.#(like physically. they should both be varyingly unwell when separated and only get better when in each other’s radius. which makes it WORSE#but also just. generally there is a horrible desire to be one again that existed in s5#but post actually sharing a body is so much stronger.#and Sam will resist it as much as he can because he is Sam and has Guilt#but Lucifer would not!)#guess I’ll add the actually important tags now instead of rambling#let’s see#spn#supernatural#samifer#Lucifer/Sam#because I am Me. all Lucifer & Sam things I write should be viewed thru the lens of I think this is gay.#Sam winchester#Lucifer spn
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