My Love

MORPHEUS X READER

What if you were Sandman's lover and the two of you were separated during the 100 years of his imprisonemnt?

What if just for once you were able to visit him in your dreams?

(Reader with no gender specified :) )

You haven't have seen your lover Morpheus for 57 years by now and you were losing hope in his return.

The realm was slowly decading and the only thing that was keeping you from the complete distruction was the love for Dream. You knew deep in your soul that he would have returned, but that hope was fading away little by little every day. You hated yourself because you knew that Dream would have never abandoned you, Lucienne and his entire realm to go living with the humans, those filthy creatures from the waking world.

Those thoughts kept you awake every night and sometimes, between the tears, you couldn't even sleep all night and it was becoming more and more usual.

That night was no different from the others.

Or, at least, you believed so.

It was around 3 am and you hadn't been able to sleep from hours at this point, thinking about the good old days when Dream used to live with you in his high castle in the Dreaming. How warm were his arms while they were cuddling you during the night and the soft : " I love you y/n, always remember that" before going to sleep. But that night, between the tears and a warm heart for love, you could fall asleep and had a dream.

But it was not just a simple dream, as you realised.

You found yourself in a large room, full with columns and made out of stone, which was similar to a crypt. The ceiling was very low and it smelled like a room with closed windows after few people have slept in there... it smelled like humans, close space, smoke and strong feelings

of revenge

of anger

of loneliness

but also of hope and

love

You would have recognised that smell everywhere.

You turned your head to track the smell and noticed a giant glass ball in the middle of the room, which was sorrounded by a small river and a penthagon as you recognised. A ritual? You didn’t undertsand why you were dreaming that, what were the reasons, so you overstepped the little river and headed to the ball. It was giant and made out of strong glass, unbreakable and it was clearly made out of something with a powerful magical power, which just Lucifer or God themselves would have been able to escape from.

You were so concentrated and fascinated about the glass, that you didn’t realised that something was in there and was awekening, disturbed by your presence.

“My love? Is that you?”

Your heart stopped beating for a second, as you slowly raised your head to meet two deep eyes, which could easily move your soul and heart.

Morpheus, those eyes were of Dream.

You started crying uncontrollably as you saw his face, the pain, the distance, the loneliness and the love which hadn’t had a way to manifest for all those years.

“Love,o my god, I have so missed you.. ehi ehi... don’t start crying.. is okay now..I can see you...o my god...” Dream was trying to comfort you while you where crying whitout a way to stop. You were so confused and scared.

Why was Dream there? How? Was there a way to escape from this prison? For how much long? His eyes were full of sadness but at the same time of joy and love for seeing you. He was naked and you noticed his thin but strong body, his soft silky skin and dark black hair, whose touch you missed so much during your lonely night.

“How can I help you, my Lord? You have to escape. Now. I will save you and we will return to the Dreaming... please love.. please” you said as you were analysing the glass in order to find a way our for Dream. You were shaking and crying and praying to save him and you didn’t noticed how Morpheus was trying to catch your attention, calling you and waving his hands.

Just when he yelled at you to stop, you looked at him, confused and with a guilty feeling, catching his dark eyes, as he said to you:

“Love, stop please. You are just hurting yourself and me, please stop.”

“But you have to escape my Lord, you cannot stay here, not a second anymore, you have to come with me to the Dreaming, you have to return, the realm needs you. Please love, please”

“I cannot escape at the moment, I’m sorry, I would without esitation if I could, i have missed you so much”

“I will find a way, I am here, I can get you out, We just need to find a lever or something like that, a bottom, maybe it is in the upper house, if there is one.. maybe there is a control room or something, I...I... just... must...”

“LOVE STOP!” Dream stopped you from ranting, yelling at you for a second time. “Sweetheart, stop, you will just heart yourself. You are not really here, this is not a dream, it is more like a manifestation, you cannot save nor help me. Stop hurting yourself, please. My soul is suffering seeing you like that. Please, stop.”

A manifestation? WHAT? You couldn’t belive him. It was not possible, you were not capable of such things. If it was a manifestation, you were just some kind of imagine there, without any power, without any ability, so you tried to touch the water of the near small river, but it remained untouched, without a single change. Your heart cracked. You could not belived that. You turn to Dream and he gave you a small and sad smile

“Is okay Love, the important thing is that you are here with me. Just your sight is enough to heal my soul from this long time of loneliness and distance from your heart. Please, come here, I don’t thing we have much time left. Manifestations are a tricky deceit of the Universe”.

You slowly moved your body next to the glass to place your hand on his, despite being separated from the glass.

“How is that possible? I am not capable of such thing, my Lord. If this is not a dream, I don’t know how I did that...”

“Sometimes the Universe gives us, Endless included, little gifts to help us during our lives to not lose hope in it.”

“I have missed you so much my Lord. I feel lonely and empty now that you are gone. The realm is decading and Lucienne is doing all the work in order to keep everyone in peace, although dreams are escaping every day and it is becoming more and more sad living there.”

“I am sorry my Love for the pain that I have caused to all of you. Right now I cannot escape, but the time will come in which I will be free and I will take revenge for all they have done to me and to you.”

“Yes, my Lord, I believe you, but when? When will it...”

You stopped suddenly. Something was wrong. You couldn’t feel the glass anymore and the room around you was fading.

“NO, NO IT IS TOO SOON , PLEASE” you shout.

“LOVE LOVE, LOOK AT ME, LISTEN TO ME” Dream yelled. You turn your eyes to him, while a strong wind started to blow, moving the elements in the room; the columns started to fade away, carried by the wind, as a black hole started to create at your back.

“ I LOVE YOU. REMEMBER THAT. I WILL NEVER ABANDONE YOU OR ANYONE ELSE, BUT ESPECIALLY YOU. YOU ARE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE, I CANNOT EXIST WITHOUT YOU AND I WILL RETURN. PLEASE “ Dream was shouting and you could see the tears forming in his eyes as you were slowly fading away.

You tried to resist but the Universe gives just a little time to rebuilt hope and love and your time has run out.

Before dissapering, the last thing you saw were his eyes and his lips saying :

I love you Darling, remember that.

You woke up in your bed, sweating, crying and shouting, as Lucienne arrived and hugged you, asking what happened and if everything was okay, althought it clearly wasn’t. You cried for hours and Lucienne stayed with you for the enitire night, comforting you, relived by the thought that her Master was still alive and save, if you could say that.

Lucienne started the next morning, without any sleep, to track the place in which Dream was imprisoned, sending crows and creatures to find him, the ones that were still in the Dreaming. You hope had fully returned and during the lonely night the memory of his eyes and his words was the one thing that made you fell asleep, hoping for another manifestation and encounter with your Lord.

But it never happened again. The Universe is kind, but not for long time.

Althought, after 100 years, one morning, during your daily researches in the library to find a way to help Dream, after yet another troubled night, you heard the most soft and loving voice, which you haden’t heard in such a long time...

“Searching for me, my Love?”

professor silco AU~

(writing nonsense aus keeps me sane)

political science/history (if history his doctoral thesis would be about working class history)

that one professor most students hate

but still would be fair to them

his students know that if you ask him about classism he would rant for good 20 minutes and would use that for their advantage sometime

probably was a radical leftist in his youth and did some activism

MIGHT have dealt drugs to pay off his degree

drinks while grading papers

his black and orange eye is a prosthesis

if you want to do your master thesis under him (almost nobody does that) he would be so fucking annoying when pointing every single mistake but the thesis would be good

needs reading glasses sometimes

has few copies of communist fanifesto (he collects the oldest and the prettiest ones)

drinks the most disgusting gut wrenching coffee known to mankind

*that one photo of whole jar of instant coffee with water poured inside*

if you want to enter some competition/olympics in his field he would fag you out but you would win this shit

no stupid questions.

probably hates every member of his academic departament

if you came to final exam in sweats he would fucking kill you

but if you come to his normal classes dressed weird he wouldn't care

covered smoke detector in his office with plastic bags and tape like a teenager smoking weed

every uni employee knows that he smokes in his office but is too scared of him to tell him off

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larapeachsstuff

2 months ago

Check out Drink with Me by InkandDagger 🫶

Silcos tattoo - figuring ojt jiw the hell this mans clothes would work for this was a logistical nightmare

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3 months ago

He can flicker that thing all day long 💭🫧🤍

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Spooky season is almost there...who you gonna call?

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Just This Once

- 3K Follower Post Celebration! This fic is one of three! Thank you guys so much again for enjoying my writing! Definitely worth the long nights of tears and sleep deprivation! K LUV YOU BYE!!! NOW ENJOY THE SCARY SPAGHETTI NODDLE!!!

Silco x GN!Reader

Summary: Stressed Silco, the King of Zaun asks if you'd sleep with him. Only for the night, as he says.

Warnings: Smut, Power dynamic, Cigar Use

Minors do not interact!

Stepping up the wooden stairs, trying not to slip on the simmer that covered them, surprised no one had licked it up earlier when the bar was open. Towel thrown over your shoulder seconds ago finished polishing the many glasses that were set under the bar's countertop.

Keys rattling in your hand, knocking on Silco's office door, opening the door when hearing his invite. Scanning over the king of Zaun, sitting in his chair. Head in his hands, slowly sitting back up with a hand gliding over his hair, putting each strain back in place.

“Finished closing up,” you say, walking over to the desk, placing the keys atop it. Not bothering to look at your boss’s two-toned eyes that held a piercing stare while turning to exit.

“Before you go,” he says, interrupting your exit. Facing the drug lord, trying to find anything that you have done wrong in your head.

Watching as he sets his elbows atop the desk, leaning in before motioning to the couch. Carefully sitting down, keeping your eyes on him, as did he with you, though his stare being one of interest.

“I have something to ask of you,” he starts, having your full attention.

“I’ll only ask you to do this once if you agree,” he continues, causing your nerves to rise by the second. Seeing how fear wore you, a small smirk dawned on his face before furthering his ask.

“I’ve been stressed these past few days and need a release. I'm asking if you'd be willing to help me release that stress.” He spoke so smoothly, yet still, you sat confused, brows furrowing as you tried to find clarification.

“Are you asking me to massage your shoulders or…?” Your confused ask makes Silco chuckle.

“I’m asking if you’d let me fuck you.” His blunt words buzzed in your mind, his face showing no sign that this was a joke. Swallowing back your fear and jokes, needing to feel this out.

“What do I get out of it?” You ask, making the man pause, making him look off to the side to think, allowing you to scan his features a bit more. Defining him in your mind, how his lips pursed when thinking, and how his hair was quick to fall apart, making his arm sore from the habit of smoothing it back over.

“What do I have to do?” You ask, breaking the air’s silence and pulling the man from his thoughts, “Do I just have to blow you?” Your words filled with anxiousness, refusing to wait any further in the office, especially with this ask lingering in the air.

Instead of answering you, he holds out his hand, inviting you over. Taking it, he guides you to lean against his desk. Looking down at the dangerous man, his gentle touch contrasts with his sharp stare that travels up and down your body quickly before speaking once again.

"I'm not here to ask you for something so simple," he says, glancing down at your body once again, giving you the hint your mouth nor hand were what he sought from you.

"Closing shifts only and a pay raise. Those are my conditions," you state. Needing more pay and only wanting closing shifts to not have to deal with the bar during its golden hours and the heavy smell of simmer. Though this wasn't the only thing in it for you, as the king of Zaun wasn't bad-looking, and his intimidation not only made you squirm in fear but made something much deeper in your pool.

Watching as Silco smiles, leaning in, hand still holding yours, giving him the power to yank you close, lips inches away from each other. "Conditions accepted," he whispers before smashing his lips into yours.

Forced to lean back as he stands up, hands now gripped onto your thighs, squeezing roughly. Before you could touch a single strain of his hair, Silco pulled away, staring down at you hungrily before once again yanking you.

Following his lead off the desk and into a door that connects to his office to a room filled with bookcases that lined the walls of the dark room with a bed in the middle of it.

“Strip,” Silco orders, still catching his breath. Doing as he says, adrenaline pounding in your ears. Standing in front of Silco, bare and stiff as he looked over you, excited by the sight of the outline on his pants that grew bolder by the second.

Pushing you down with one nudge, landing on the thin bedsheets that smelled less of cigars and more of strong hair products and cologne. Breathing it all in quietly while watching the show of him unbuttoning his vest, then shirt, and pants with every clank of his belt, making the reality of your agreement more real.

Finally, being just as bare as you, he slowly climbs on top of you, legs in between yours, making sure they stay open. Sparsely trailing kisses along your chest, then touching back down roughly on your lips. One hand supported his body hovering over you while the other raised your thigh, allowing his cock to teasingly slide against you.

Silco's hums of enjoyment fight against your huffed whines; once again, just as the enjoyment starts to peak, Silco pulls away, leaving you with an emptiness as your nerves rattled for more.

"I was ready to hand you over anything you wanted when you agreed." He says, out of breath. "You should have asked for more." He continues to tease you.

"Get on all fours," he orders, following his orders once again, this time with a drunken need for him. Watching from the corner of your eye as he quickly grabs a cigar from the nightstand, the flicker of the lighter makes your breath hitch.

Quickly looking away, feeling as the bed behind you dips with the smell of his cigar taking over the air, you started to gasp as Silco entered you. Pushing through your wet walls, leaving no time for them to adjust, with a free hand, he pushes your shoulders down, leaving your face to be pressed against the thin sheets.

Silco's nails dig into your shoulder as his thighs slap against your ass, echoing off the walls, harmonizing along with your eruptive moans. Looking up at Silco through watered eyes, watching as his head tilts back, biting down on his cigar, breathing the thick smoke.

Fighting off the discomfort of his cock having made its home in you so quickly, needing to feel the pleasure of your boss's cock quickly as his lasting time was unknown to you.

Taking notice of your stare, he pulls the cigar from his mouth, leaning in as he hovers it over your mouth, inviting you to hold onto it for him. Accepting the offer, allowing him to use both hands to hold your hips in place, supporting his rougher thrusts.

Hearing Silco's moans almost out-beating yours as you tried not to cough from the light intakes of his cigar. A flood of curses sounded from behind you as his thrusts became clumsy yet deep, carving deep within you as his hips buckled, though still slamming against you, needing to watch your ass pounce against his thighs.

Finishing his climax, pulling out of you with a shaky sigh. Watching with watered eyes and tears-stained cheeks as he moved off the bed while picking the cigar from your mouth. Grabbing a blanket from off a chair that sat next to the nightstand, shaking it to unravel it before throwing it over your worn body.

"I'll have Sevika walk you home," he says, walking off out of view, leaving only the sound of the door to alert you to his exit. Whether to walk the city or to sit at his desk to finish off his cigar, it didn't matter as sleep quickly overtook you.

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larapeachsstuff

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Put the Pen Down

Masterlist | AO3 link

Rating: Mature

Tags: Silco, gn!reader; fluff; domestic fluff; established relationship; chronic migraines; hurt/comfort;

Word count: 1.1k

Betas: @juniper-sunny @medic-simp

“You need to rest.”

“No, I need to finish this.”

“No. You. Need. To. Rest.” You come around to his chair, hand featherlight on his hunched shoulder. Leaning forward to meet his eyes, your voice is as soft as your touch. “Put the pen down, Silco.”

A curt exhale puffs out of Silco's nostrils at that. Always stubborn. Unyielding. But you can tell by the way his good eye twitches and his hands keep balling into fists that you're right—that the aura is fucking with his vision and soon that will give way to pain.

From there, it's just a matter of time before he's spiraling into a frenzied rage. Angered that these chronic migraines have taken yet another day from him. That they have laid waste to all his meticulous plans, his precise strategies. That they come about with no warning, no discernable pattern. For all his brilliance, no amount of strategizing can stop the Chemtank engine of a migraine as soon as it's on a collision course with him. No bargaining or smooth talking can compete with the crashing wave that is an attack from his own brain.

It's the one way he's utterly powerless.

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