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Current One-shots in Drafts

Sorry I haven't been too active lately. I currently have a few requested one-shots in my drafts and am currently working on. I'm going to try and have one of these out by the end of the week.

Not So Bad

Fei Hargreeves x GNReader

Request from Anonymous: Could I request a Fei Hargreeves x GN Reader, where the reader is an Umbrella and how they went from hating each other to falling in love. Thank you

Come Home

Johanna Constantine x fem!Reader

Request from Anonymous: I'm gay and I'm mad that there's no fic about Death or Joahnna x fem!reader

Hit Me!

Alphonso Hargreeves x male!Reader

Request from Anonymous: hi!! I was wondering if I could request some alphonso x male reader please? maybe angst into smut or something? ooo maybe the reader could be an umbrella and the siblingd are all fighting and these two just need to blow off some steam! do whatever you feel though <3

What You Want

Morpheus x Reader

Request from anonymous: PLEASE do an angst-heavy Dream x reader wherein he pushes her away initially, and reader is very determined and cares for him but eventually leaves him be to give him "what he wants." Pining ensues + jealousy + the works!! :)

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Child of The Dreaming pt. 2

Part 1: Child of The Dreaming

Request from @fangirlmary: "Reader is a child who died in their sleep so Morpheus decides to adopt them as his child rather than have them just be a dream or nightmare. (Can be a one-shot or headcanon list)."

Trigger warning: Mentioned death

Platonic Paring: Morpheus x child!reader (Father-child relationship)

I changed basically everything about this after seeing the bonus episode

Sorry to everyone who wanted to be on a tag list for this update. I haven't figured out how to do that yet.

Morpheus stood in front of the youngest of the Nine Muses as she stared out the window,

"You came," The disbelief and relief were evident in her voice when she turned to face him as he stepped out of the shadows,

"You called,"

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"There you are!" Lucienne let out a sigh of relief when she found the child hiding among the stacks of books in the library, "I've been looking for you everywhere! You almost gave me a heart attack, Little One!" The child kept quiet and just pressed themselves further into the shelf they'd wedged themselves into.

Lucienne sighed. She knew the child was missing their father. Lord Morpheus may deny that he was and continually insist he just watched over them, but Lucienne knew better. He saw them as his own child like they saw him as their father.

The librarian sat outside the small barrier that had been made to separate them from the rest of The Dreaming and looked at the child,

"I know you miss him. I can promise you, he misses you just as much," They curled up tighter and pressed their head to their knees before asking a muffled question,

"Then why'd he go?" Lucienne sighed again.

The child was young, would forever be young, and hadn't fully grasped the duties that were placed upon their father's shoulders. And they had no inkling about his past. They'd felt their father's love since the first day they'd arrived in The Dreaming and Lord Morpheus had done everything he could to shield them from the darkness that rested in every corner of the universe. His past was no different,

"He was called by, an old friend of his, who is in desperate need of his help," She said, "He is the only one who can help," The child sniffed before nodding then slowly crawled out of their fortress and grabbed Lucienne's offered hand,

"Alright then," The librarian said while smoothing out (y/n)'s clothes, "We've got to get going. Cain and Abel are expecting us,"

"What about Goldie?" She smiled down at the child,

"Yes, Goldie is expecting us too,"

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"You've changed, Oneiros," Calliope said as they walked away from the house she'd been held captive in for the last few years, "The one I was married to would've left Madoc to suffer through his punishment despite my wishes," The Muse glanced over at Dream.

Her former husband was silent for a long time before answering her unasked question,

"Many things were different when I returned from my capture. One of them has taken a large part of my time alongside my other duties, and it was something I never thought I'd experience again," Oneiros paused slightly which prompted Calliope to ask,

"And what would that be?"

Oneiros stopped walking, forcing the muse to pause her gait and turn to him. He was visibly hesitant to answer but eventually said,

"A child died while in my realm. Murdered by their own father. I've been watching over them since," Calliope was silent as she processed the information, which Dream saw as her being angry, thinking that he was replacing their son with the Little One, "I will not apologize for taking care of them-" "I would not expect you too, Oneiros," Calliope said,

"If anything, I would expect nothing less from you. You were a wonderful father to Orpheus, and you are no doubt a wonderful father to this child," She said, "Though you try to hide it for fear of being seen as weak, you have much love to give. You gave it to me all those years ago, and you gave it to our son. A child who wandered into your real would have been no different," Morpheus was still silent when they began walking again.

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In the House of Secrets, Cain, Abel, and Lucienne were sitting around the table while Goldie, who had grown to be about the same size as the child, was curled around the Little One as the two dozed in front of the fireplace. There was a gentle knock on the door that cut off the quiet conversation and Abel jumped up to answer it,

"Lord Morpheus!" He exclaimed, getting shushed by his brother and Lucienne while stepping back to allow the King of Dreams into his house, "Sorry! Sorry!"

"They've fallen asleep, my lord," Lucienne said while pointing toward the fireplace. Dream felt a smile creep across his face at the site and decided that it wouldn't hurt to let his Little Star sleep a while longer and sat at the table while the three caught him up with all that he missed.

In the middle of the conversation, Morpheus felt a gentle tugging on his cloak and looked down. His Little Star was awake, though still on the brink of sleep, and was trying to climb up into his lap. Dream carefully picked them up and let them curl into his chest.

Their fist gripped the edge of his coat as they fell back asleep and Morpheus kissed the top of their head while cradling them to his chest.

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Calliope's first visit to The Dreaming was in a few weeks, and while Morpheus was glad that the two of them were going to attempt to heal and grieve what they lost, he was also nervous. Lucienne had told him it would be best if he told the Little One why he and his former wife were meeting.

Which was why he was currently sitting in the meadow with his Little Star, watching them twist flowers into a small wreath. They were determined to make one that would fit Matthew,

"Did you eat a lemon?" Morpheus glanced sharply at the child who was staring up at him, "Your face is squished and it looks like you ate a lemon," They drew their face into a pinched expression and pursed their lips, no doubt mimicking the expression on Morpheus' face,

"No. I did not eat any lemons,"

"Then why is your face like that?" The King of Dreams sighed,

"I'm thinking,"

"'bout what?" They asked while leaning toward him,

"Do you remember when I had to leave The Dreaming?" A frown landed on their face,

"Are you leaving again?"

"No. But the person I had left to help is coming here," They looked up at him, "Her name is Calliope, she and I were close a long time ago. There are some things the two of us need to talk about,"

"Like what?"

Morpheus thickly swallowed, "We had a son. And we lost him,"

The Little One paused their diligent work on the wreath and quietly asked,

"Like how I lost my mom?" Morpheus nodded,

"Yes, Little Star. Like your mother," He sighed while pulling them into his lap, "Calliope and I felt anger toward our loss, and we turned that anger on each other. But when I left The Dreaming, we spoke. Our anger has been put aside, and we've agreed to have a chance to grieve properly for the son we lost," He felt the child nod while they hugged his arm,

"You're not mad anymore?"

"There is still anger that will always be there," The child tensed so he quickly continued, "But we are determined to not let that cloud our judgment anymore. That is why Calliope will be in The Dreaming, so that we may grieve Orpheus without that anger," Morpheus waited with baited breath.

His Little Star wriggled so that they were looking up at Morpheus before wrapping their arms around his torso and burying their face into his chest. He hugged them back and held onto them tightly before they pulled away and clumsily patted Morpheus' cheek before settling back against him.

The father and child sat quietly in the meadow, watching the butterflies wander by in the breeze.

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Masterlists

The Umbrella Academy

The Sandman

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The Sandman Masterlist

Dream/Morpheus

Child of The Dreaming 2

What You Want (Coming Soon)

Death

Johanna Constantine

Come Home (Coming Soon)

Rose Walker

Lucienne

Lucifer Morningstar

Desire

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Umbrella Academy Masterlist

*= smut, minors DNI

The Umbrella Academy

Luther Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves NSFW Headcanons*

Allison Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

Viktor Hargreeves

Play You Like a Violin*

Lila Pitts

The Sparrow Academy

Marcus Hargreeves

Fei Hargreeves

Melting in Your Arms *

Not so Bad (Coming Soon)

Alphonso Hargreeves

Hit Me! (Coming Soon!)

Sloane Hargreeves

Jayme Hargreeves

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Child of The Dreaming

Request from @fangirlmary "Reader is a child who died in their sleep so Morpheus decides to adopt them as his child rather than have them just be a dream or nightmare. (Can be a one shot or headcanon list)."

Platonic Paring: Morpheus x child reader (A father-child relationship)

Warning: Child abuse, child death, murder, slight angst at the end

This is going to be a two-parter. I wrote too much to be put in a one-shot.

"Dream, I stand in my gallery and hold your sigil. I need to talk to you," Morpheus looked up from the ledger Lucienne had handed him,

"My Lord?" He turned to the librarian and handed back the ledger,

"My sister is calling me,"

Lucienne nodded, "This can wait until later,"

When she exited the throne room, Dream turned around to face his stained glass windows that shifted to form his sister's sigil,

"My sister, is there something wrong?" He felt the air shift and bend as Death arrived in his hall,

"Not wrong," She said, "Just sad," Morpheus turned to face her and sat on the steps leading up to the throne with a concerned expression and gestured for her to sit with him,

"What is it?" His sister sighed while she sat beside him,

"A child passed away. Hardly six years old. Died in their sleep. All without realizing their father was smothering them with a pillow. I didn't want to pull them out of what little peace they had when their time came," Dream nodded in understanding,

"I'll have Matthew search The Dreaming for the child,"

The Endless siblings found themselves standing in the expanse of a beautiful field. It was filled with wildflowers and had trees lining the far edges as butterflies flew past them while a child's laughter filled the air. They saw the child running through the grass, arms flailing as they tried to catch the colorful butterflies,

"Poor thing," Death murmured, "Mother died in a car crash when they were two years old. I was there. She begged me not to take her, to give her a chance to say goodbye to her child. I couldn't let that happen," She sighed, "Now they're here, running through the field that their mother would take them to," Dream felt his heart grow heavy as he and his sister watched the child sit down and begin to pick the flowers around them.

Death sighed heavily and began to walk forward, but Morpheus held out his arm to stop her,

"Wait," She looked up at her brother, "Don't take their soul. Let them remain here in The Dreaming. I'll watch over them," His sister stared up at him in slight disbelief,

"Watch over them? You? Look after a child?" Morpheus didn't answer her and just began to walk toward the young soul.

The child had twisted together the flowers they'd picked into a messy wreath, but Dream couldn't help the smile turning his mouth up. He slowed his approach and stepped to the side so that he wouldn't be towering over them,

"Hello," Despite his soft tone, the child jumped to their feet and their flowers fell to the ground, "I apologize, I didn't mean to startle you," He sat down on the grass and picked up the wreath, "My name is Morpheus. May I ask yours?"

The child was silent for a long time, nervously fidgeting with their fingers before hesitantly reaching out to take the flowers before whispering,

"(y/n),"

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It had taken some time for the young Dreamer to fully trust the King of Dreams, which Morpheus understood. He'd heard about the young one's life from his sister. Their father had been one of the worst excuses for a human that Morpheus had ever heard of.

What kind of person raises their hand against a small child?

One that had all of the Nightmares and most of the Dreams living in Morpheus' realm lining up to pay a visit to the Little One's father when he entered The Dreaming.

Matthew did take pleasure in finding the vile man in the Waking World and left a mess on his car before he dropped a nice present on the bastard's head when he left his house.

Morpheus had shaken his head while Lucienne scolded the raven for his actions, though both were smiling. Matthew promised to never do it again. (He also will deny that he had nothing to do with Johanna Constantine finding and paying the man a visit.)

It was safe to say that in the short time the young dreamer had been living in the care of Lord Morpheus, they'd won the love of everyone in The Dreaming.

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Stars were hung in the sky above the meadow Morpheus had first met (y/n). There was a messy wreath of blue flowers hanging lopsidedly in his hair while he held the Little One in his lap as they looked up at the sky with him.

He created constellations that hung above the waking world, telling the child which ones were his favorites and how they were created. Morpheus would then call them down and have them dance around him and the child.

They would watch with fascination while they held Dream's hand as their eyes went wide. Their hands would occasionally reach out to try and touch the small lights before trying to catch one.

Morpheus watched with a smile when they managed to snag one of the stars around them. They then held it tightly before showing Morpheus what they'd managed to do.

He'd given the Little One a smile and said, "Well done, Little Star. You've caught your own star,"

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Morpheus had to attend to some matters in The Waking World and was currently looking for his Little Star before he left, but he couldn't seem to find them,

"Lucienne? Have you seen (y/n)?" The Librarian sighed with a nod,

"Lord Morpheus, they've taken refuge back in the meadow. I'm afraid they overheard a conversation between Mervyn and Gault. And your, last absence, was brought up," Morpheus closed his eyes and looked away,

"They believe I will not return?"

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"Little-" "No!" The child had climbed up into a tree and was clinging to its trunk out of Dream's reach,

"No! No! You're leaving! You're leaving and you're not going to come back!" He could hear the tears in their voice and they pierced through his heart.

Morpheus wanted to do nothing else but pull his Little Star into his arms and promise them that he would return. But he knew better than to make that promise. Though he had every intention to return to his realm and to his child, Dream could not promise he would return. His imprisonment by Roderick Burgess was an example of that.

But he would not leave until his Little Star was comforted.

So he called the tree to bend toward him so that he and the child were now face to face with each other,

"My Little Star," He whispered while wiping the tears off of their face, "I have every intention of coming back. And if for any reason that my business in The Waking world takes longer than it should, Matthew will come back and you will be the first to know," Morpheus gently pulled them from the tree and began walking back to the palace with the child in his arms,

"Until I return, Lucienne will watch over you," He paused to press a kiss to his child's hair, "And when I return, we can watch the stars again," Morpheus didn't receive an answer.

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Play You Like a Violin

Warnings: Bad writing, smut. Minors DNI

Request from anonymous: viktor hargreeves smut with an afab reader??? it can be gn or fem reader idc, but can viktor wear one of these dildos made for people to fuck?

Paring: Viktor Hargreeves x Fem!reader

Viktor's arms were around your waist the moment you shut the door to your shared apartment. He kissed the back of your neck and nipped at the lobe of your ear as something hard pressed against your ass,

"Are you happy to see me?" You asked with a laugh as he spun you around to place a heated kiss on your lips with the black dildo that had been strapped around his waist pressing into your stomach,

"Really happy to see you," He murmured while pressing his lips to your cheek to trail down to your neck.

Viktor's teeth grazed your skin before tugging at the collar of your jacket and shirt to reveal the junction of your neck and shoulder. He suctioned on with his mouth and started to leave a hickey as you shuddered with a moan. His hands were roaming your body, shoving under your shirt and wrapping around your waist to give your ass a squeeze.

He pulled away at the gasp you let out, grinning at the way you arched your back to press into his hand. Viktor then tugged at your shirt and jacket, throwing them to the floor so his hands could cup your chest through your bra.

You began tugging at the buttons on his shirt, pushing them through their holes to expose the expanse of his pale skin.

His hands were hesitating at the clasp of your bra and Viktor pulled back far enough to silently ask if it was alright for him to take it off. You leaned down toward him, brushing your noses together as you nodded before lacing your fingers through his short hair as his deft fingers pulled the offending garment off of your body.

Viktor began placing soft kisses on your chest, occasionally nipping at the skin while gently running his thumbs across your nipples. The gentle stimulation was wonderful and did the job of getting you wet at your core, but it left you wanting more!

You spread your legs which allowed him to press the dildo against your clothed center. You ground down on the silicone piece with a whimper,

"Viktor!" He began walking backward with his arms around your waist.

The two of you were now in front of the couch, your mouths were pressing against each other in a heated passion as Viktor's hands tugged at your pants. When the article of clothing was shoved down and hanging around one of your ankles, Viktor gently pushed you down.

He positioned himself between your legs and mouthed at your underwear, grinning at the wetness on his tongue before removing them. The dildo was pressed against the seam of your core as Viktor hovered over you, his lips merely centimeters from yours as he asked while gently caressing your face,

"Are you ready?"

You nodded, "Please, Viktor? Please, I need you inside of me!"

"Okay," He kissed you gently while reaching down to position the dildo's engorged head at your entrance and slowly pushed inside.

Your back arched with a gasp as you stretched around it, as it filled you to the brim. Viktor gave you a moment to adjust before moving his hips and began thrusting inside of you. It started out gentle, then Viktor began to pick up the pace.

You could feel him deep inside you, hitting that sweet spot that made your vision swim with pleasure.

Viktor's lips had found your neck as one of his hands gripped one of your breasts before moving down your body. He found your clit and began rubbing the hardened nub, smiling at the gasps that were falling from your mouth as your hands gripped his shoulders. Viktor felt your legs lock behind his back as your hips began canting upward to meet his thrusts,

"Viktor! Viktor I-I'm-" You cut off with a shudder and a moan as your nails dug into his shoulders. Viktor continued fucking you through the waves of your orgasm until you were whimpering from oversensitiviety.

He pulled out and quickly unstrapped himself from the dildo and set it on the floor to be picked up later. Viktor then laid down beside your on the couch, your legs tangling together as your head rested on his chest,

"Told you I was happy to see you," He murmured while pressing soft kisses to your hair as you whispered,

"Never said you weren't," And began kissing his chest as your hand began trailing down his body to rest against his waist, "May I return the favor?"

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REQUESTS

I just finished The Sandman.

You guys know the drill! Give me shit to write about!

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Diego Hargreeves NSFW Headcanons

Warnings: Bad writing. Smut. Minors DNI!

Paring: Diego Hargreeves x Fem!Reader

Request from anonymous: Can you do sex with Diego Headcannons? (Female reader pls)

Diego is normally the one to initiate something. He'll come up behind you, put your hands on your waist and start kissing up your neck before spinning you around to place a long, searing kiss on your lips.

This man will fucking worship you! He will map out every inch of your body with his hands and mouth.

Don't get me started on oral sex. With that breath-holding ability, he'll go down until you are begging for him to stop. Not to mention when he has you sit on his face!

He'll always check in, and give you time to adjust when he's inside of you before setting the pace.

Depending on the mood, i.e if he had a successful boxing match, it could be fast-paced. If the two of you are celebrating an anniversary or just wanting to have a quiet night with each other, it will be slow and sweet.

Aftercare is important to him. When the night's festivities are over, he'll check in on you. He'll clean you off, kiss you gently, and grab some water if you need it before curling up next to you and falling asleep.

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Melting in Your Arms

Warnings: Bad writing. Smut. Minors DNI

Request from anonymous: hi i would like to order fei hargreeves x fem reader smut please

Paring: Fei Hargreeves x Fem!Reader

Fei Hargreeves was known to be cold and aloof, studying people from a distance in search of anything that would mark a person as a threat. During interviews, she would make the person asking questions uncomfortable while staring them down with an off-putting smile as she gave her answers.

Cold and calculating with a heart of ice.

Except with you.

Around you, she positively melted!

Like tonight.

She’d left The Academy after a long day of Marcus’ PR shit and went over to your place. She needed to get away from her family for the night. Marcus had the normal stick up his ass about appearances while Ben contradicted everything he said. Sloane had tried stepping in a few times but had gotten pushed away. Jayme had stood in the corner saying nothing while Alphonso egged the two on. Overall, it was exhausting and she needed to get out!

But the cold expression on her face slowly fell into a smile when she saw the lights on in the window of your apartment. She sent a crow up to alert you of her presence and entered the building.

You were waiting for her at your door, leaning against the frame with her bird on your shoulder and your hand out for her to take,

“Hey,” You whispered as you led her inside.

Once the door was closed, her hands were cupping your face and her lips were on yours. You smiled against her mouth before pulling away for air, "Long day?"

"Yes," She answered while caressing your cheek with a gentle hand while shooing her crow away with the other,

"Anything I can do to make it better?" It was an innocent question that was accompanied with your arms over her shoulders, but Fei's mind quickly went toward a place that was far from innocent.

So she turned around, pulling you with her as she walked the two of you back toward your bedroom, "I have a few ideas. If it's alright with you?"

The moment the two of you were in the comfort of the bedroom, Fei's lips were back on yours.

Your hands went to the buttons of her coat, pushing it off of her shoulders to let it fall to the floor.

Fei's hands had trailed down your back and up your t-shirt, pulling it up, forcing you to raise your arms so she could throw it into the slowly growing pile of clothes on the floor.

When both of you had thrown everything to the floor, your hands trailed up to her face, tracing over the rim of her sunglasses, silently asking if it was alright for you to take them off. She smiled softly at you and pressed her lips to your palm with a nod. You gently took them off while brushing your fingers across the edges of her scars.

If it had been anyone else, their eyes would've been gouged out in less than a second!

But now your hands were trailing down her cheeks, your lips following your fingers. You pressed open-mouthed kisses to her skin, nipping at her neck, relishing the small gasps falling from her lips,

"(y/n)!" She gasped as your lips began brushing over her breasts,

"Let me do this," You whispered, "Let me take care of you, Fei," Whatever answer she had was cut off when you took one of her nipples into your mouth. Fei gasped harshly as your tongue swirled around the bud, her head falling back as her fingers threaded through your hair. Her knees buckled and she fell back onto the mattress behind her. You pushed Fei until she was laying down on her back.

If she had been with anyone else, she'd have insisted on being in charge. That way, she'd be able to react if they tried to attack her. But not with you. She trusted you enough to let her guard down, to keep her eyes in a different room.

Dare she say it, Fei loved you!

You continued your journey down, lavishing each inch of skin with your mouth and tongue while your fingers caressed her thighs. You pressed your mouth on each of her hip bones and just below her navel before slowly slipping a finger into the wet heat between her legs,

"y/n- Oh!" The fingers in your hair tightened as your mouth went lower, finding her clit and encasing it between your lips. You pressed another finger into her entrance, working the two of them in and out until Fei was positively dripping across your hand.

Fei was gasping and moaning as you gently brought her closer and closer to the edge.

"Oh god! (y/n), I- so close!" Her ankles had locked together against your back, keeping you encased between her legs as you began to work faster. Your hand reached up to grab hers, interlacing your fingers together as her back arched off the bed with a loud moan of your name while her arousal gushed across your hand and chin.

Fei's legs trembled as you removed your fingers to lap gently at her core, drinking in the effect you had on her. Then, your lips pressed against the insides of her thighs, her hips, her stomach, her breasts, her collar bones, her necks, her cheeks, then finally, her lips,

"I imagine, this is one way to end a long day," You murmured against her mouth which caused a small laugh to escape her,

"A very pleasurable, way to end a long day," She whispered, still gripping your hair as her hand came to rest across your waist and pulled you forward, "But, there is one more thing that needs to happen before today is over,"

You pulled back, holding your weight above her, and tilted your head, "Oh yeah? And what's that?"

Fei's response was to smile while maneuvering one of her legs between yours, pressing her thigh against your soaked entrance, moaning at your arousal while whispering,

"You need to cum, darling,"

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