#death of the endless X reader

[why-what-no]

Having A Shorter Partner Would Include

Pairing: Morpheus x Reader, Desire x Reader, The Corinthian x Reader, Death x Reader, Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Warnings: None

Notes: Here’s the short reader Headcanons because I already did the tall reader ones

Requested by: @bluegalaxyomine

Morpheus:

😴 Morpheus thinks it’s endearing, that he towers over you whenever the two of you are close

😴 When he’s doing that, he loves to lean down to press a kiss to your forehead.

😴 In your bedchambers, when you’re resting, he’ll keep his arms wrapped around you. Your body tucked against him.

😴 There’s a heightened level of protectiveness from Morpheus when you’ll smaller than him. A sense that you need him to look after you.

😴 He wouldn’t override your free will, he won’t stop you from making decisions

😴 But he will be extra defensive against anyone who he thinks might be prepared to use you against him.

Desire:

😍 Just like Morpheus, you being shorter than them would also made Desire protective of you

😍 They’ll take the role as your defender, dealing with your needs

😍 The Endless likes to lay your head it their lap, running their hands through your hair.

😍 « Little one » « little darling » would be included in the pet names they call you

😍 They might tease you a bit about your height sometimes. But if anyone else does it, they will ruin that person.

The Corinthian:

😎 He doesn’t really have a preference for a taller or shorter partner. No matter which, he’ll still be the most powerful one in the relationship.

😎 That being said, he does think it’s kinda cute when he leans over you.

😎 The Corinthian will tug you into his lap, enjoying that you’re small enough that there’s no difficulty for him to hold you like that.

😎 He enjoys keeping his arm loosely around your shoulder, holding you against his chest.

Death:

💀 Death enjoys being the taller partner, likes feeling like she can take care of you

💀 She’ll wrap her arms around him, keeping you enveloped in her arms.

💀 There won't be any comments on your height from her. But if anyone else says anything mean, she'll make sure to reassure you that she thinks you're perfect.

Lucifer:

😈 Statistically, you aren’t going to be taller than Lucifer.

😈 And thats the way that they like it. They like to towers over both their enemies and their lovers

😈 Lucifer thinks your shortness is adorable, stroking through your hair as they stand in front of you.

😈 Leaning down to kiss you, liking when you try to pull them down to your level for another kiss

😈 When not doing that, they’ll sometimes having you sitting in their lap as they work. Occasionally whispering flirtations in your ear.

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[morpheusbaby3]

pov: death asks an old friend (tired) to help his little brother recover his ruby.

[waywardsummoner46]

Awake, Evader of the Endless

Pairing: Dark!Morpheus x reader, extremely dark!Endless x reader

Summary: Dream glided towards you with as much grace as a King. He towered over you, looked down at you from his nose - you were beneath him in more ways than one, of that you knew. Didn’t mean you had to like it. Cruelly, he smirked and leaned down to whisper in your ear. “I will enjoy this, little deceiver.”

  ...Hell erupted inside of you; you could feel your organs burning within your body, slowly, so agonisingly slowly, were they burning and melting and disintegrating. Blood formed inside of you and there was nowhere for it to go apart from up up up up out of your mouth, your nose, your eyes. 

...Pools of blood formed around you and as you lay in the remains of your organs, all the while wondering distantly how you were still alive without a heart… you wished for Death. 

Word Count: 4481

Warnings: EXTREMELY DARK, graphic descriptions of being skinned alive, organs burning inside of a body, hair falling out, nails being torn, vomit, threat, blood and gore, non-consensual touching, mind fuckery

A/N: This is, believe it or not, only the tip of the iceberg. I felt ill writing this so I warn you PLEASE ONLY READ IF YOU ARE NOT FAINTHEARTED. I genuinely can’t believe I wrote this. Thank you for your support and let me know what you think.

Weightless. 

  You felt weightless, as though there was nothing burdening your tired shoulders.

  Silent.

  Everything was silent, as though the world outside had stopped to give you peace at last. 

  Darkness.

  You saw darkness, as though a warm blanket had shielded your eyes from their surroundings. 

  Void.

  Only a void was left, as though you were the only one in a vast universe. 

  … Anxious. Afraid.

  Something was wrong, as though the world outside had stopped; as though a cold, misleading blanket had restricted your eyes from their surroundings; as though you weren’t the only one left in a vast universe. 

  Air rushed back into your lungs quicker than you could comprehend and you sat up heaving for breath. A queasiness made its way through your body and before you could even try to suppress the rising vomit in your throat, you wretched all over the floor you were sitting on. The urge to vomit again arose once the smell wafted to your nose and you struggled to remember what the hell had happened before now. 

  After spitting the remaining bile from your mouth, you raised a trembling hand to rub your eyes; you remembered meeting up with Gabe in a pub and talking about a random theory you had, then you went up to the bar to get some drinks. After that, though, you couldn’t remember anything at all as to what happened in that pub for you to wake up like this. 

  Undoubtedly, the nausea that had calmed only slightly had been caused by something and the uneasy feeling in your gut told you it wasn’t because of the drinks.

  With that thought, you focused on your growing dread and willed your unnaturally heavy eyes to open. Immediately, you regretted it. 

  A rather embarrassing scream tore itself from your throat when your eyes met another pair mere inches from your face. It was a girl, only slightly younger than yourself but definitely not an adult. Her eyes had followed you as you’d scrambled back and you noticed with clouded curiosity that they were different colours - one was a beautiful blue and the other was a deep green with specks of silver dotted around the iris. Much like her eyes, her clothes didn’t seem to follow a specific colour pattern. Ripped, striped socks of purple and blue lined each leg and she wore a torn dress of green and orange. Her hair was as fiery as her clothes with its gorgeous ginger colour and the mix and match of her entire appearance was strangely appealing to your eyes. 

  Clapping hands distracted you from your observations. “Oh, isn’t she cute? Like a little puppy, a little adorable puppy, and puppies need to be looked after! Yes, that’s what they need. What else do puppies need?” You ogled at her outburst. Her question hadn’t even processed in your mind, only the intensity and obscenity of her speech. As her gaze darkened, however, and her irises swapped sides inhumanely, only then did you truly pay attention to her words. 

  “Disobedient little puppies need to be puuuuuuuuniiiiiiiiisheddddddddd.”

  “What?” The question left you in a horrified gasp. It was only the tip of the iceberg, questions were forming in your brain at a speed you were unfamiliar with and the inevitable headache hit you with viable intensity as you gazed deeper into her ever changing eyes.

  In response to your question, she clapped her hands again with delight and giggled deliriously. Then, abruptly, her hands lowered slowly, and her expression turned blank. Her stare looked through your eyes to something beyond. 

  For a time, all she did was gaze into the void, and it was only when she finally blinked did her temperament change once again. 

  Small, uncalloused and surprisingly strong hands wrapped around your throat with an unforgiving squeeze. Eyes widening in shock and fear, your own hands desperately fought against her, trying with all of your might to lessen the pressure to your throat. 

  She glared into your eyes, the contrast between anger and fear poetic even now. “You deserve to be punished! You disobey us without correction and now you’re like a puppy! But, oh!” You could breathe again although you weren’t fully out of her grasp. She’d taken to wrapping around your quivering body and stroking your hair all whilst whispering deluded things into your ear. 

 “Puppies are innocent and so very, very, vulnerable. They must be protected, by who? By me! I’ll protect you like I protect… um… what do I protect again?”

  “Delirium,” a deep voice spoke, your eyes widened minutely at the sound. “That is enough.” 

  Both of you looked up to the source of the sound and, while her face brightened and she instantly let go of you in favour of bouncing towards the voice, yours dropped once you beheld just who had commanded the crazy girl.

  It was the man from the pub. The very man that had captured your entire attention the moment your eyes fell on him, who had magically reconstructed the glasses you’d dropped and who had… “You did something to me, with that sand. You did it to Gabe too. Why? Where is he? Where am I?”

  His face darkened even further from its already cold exterior at your confrontation, his attention having been ripped from the girl by your rude tone. In your defence, rationality was hardly a priority for you at the moment.

  “You dare address me so?” Fear unlike any other seized your heart. Despite not having considered your tone before speaking, within a moment of chilling clarity, you finally began to grasp the situation you were in and the danger that could easily turn fatal at any second.

  Gulping audibly, you tried to form any semblance of an apology, however, no words left your mouth as you, at long last, beheld the five others standing by him. Just what had you gotten yourself into?

  A woman, with dark skin and incredible curly hair,  wearing a black vest and equally dark jeans spoke before the man could threaten you anymore. “Dream, give the poor girl a break. She’s just confused and that is no thanks to you, so rein it in.”

  He, Dream as she’d called him, had enough self-discipline to at least appear apologetic even if he never stated so. Contrary to his sudden calmness, you still eyed him wearily (trying in vain to remain composed at his intense stare). 

  The way she spoke of you was oddly condescending. In spite of her words having been defending you, they were undoubtedly patronising - as though she felt the need to rub it in your face, your helplessness and hopelessness against seven other people. Heck, you didn’t even know why you were here, let alone why she’d intended her words to be like that!

  Under the guise of fear you observed them all - you thought and planned how exactly you were to escape the room you were in. It wasn’t very big, the room, although it was lavish in a way that was homey. Where you sat on a dark, patterned carpet, you could see that most of the walls were an unnatural ebony that no doubt held secrets unfathomable for your brain. They beheld no insight to where you were or whether or not there was an escape in them. 

  Deciding not to dwell on what you didn’t understand (which seemed to be an ever growing list), the furniture and layout of the room held your attention now. To the right of where you sat, there was a fireplace and two seats of crimson leather were situated before it. In between them lay a table with a book - something was scrawled on the spine but in the lighting you couldn’t quite see what it was.

  “Ohh, she is rather naughty, isn’t she?” Your head whirled around at the smooth, seductive voice. Their eyes narrowed at you in a way that made you tense in anticipation, of what kind, you knew not. “And clueless.” Similar to others, their expression darkened and suddenly their dark red lipstick signified more than just extravagance - each of the seven wore something akin to resentment on their face as they looked down on you. You must’ve done something catastrophically vile to garner such spiteful attention.

  In the background, you noticed there were portraits. Very big, very grand and very detailed. And each individual one depicted one of the beings before you; admittedly, they wore different clothes but the resemblance was uncanny.

  “How can you fault me for being clueless when none of you have made any effort to explain literally anything to me?” You spoke bravely. “I mean, the only time that I did ask questions it’s a wonder the death glare I got didn’t actually kill me!” 

  Some of them looked amused at your words, others looked downright pissed and then there was the poor girl who couldn’t seem to comprehend what you’d said, never mind settling on a singular emotion. You pitied her in an odd way.

  Dream looked at you with nothing short of absolute hatred, yet the scariest thing was how his expression had never changed. He was able to convey such a powerful emotion all while making hardly any effort at all, subtlety was a weapon for him, you realised, and it would be extremely difficult to recognise when and even if he was planning to kill you. He raised a hand and your eyes squeezed shut in dread. What was it you were thinking about him killing you?

  Sand flicked across your face once more and you braced yourself for whatever pain he’d force upon you. The sand cut and nicked your skin, warmth flowed down parts of your face as blood rose out of the split skin. Like a rabid dog, your movements became driven by pure instinct as you futilely shielded your face from the onslaught of the shard-like sand. The grains were too small, however, and weaved themselves through the tiny nooks and crannies of your violently shaking hands. More cuts appeared on your hands as your resistance persisted and soon red was all that could be seen. 

  Slowly the torment began to cease. Only when you were completely sure it had stopped did you lower your hands. Expecting to see rivers of blood, you questioned your mental stability when clear, unmarred skin was all that could be seen.

  “Let that be a warning of what is to come, little deceiver,” Dream threatened from across the room. You gazed up with tears spilling down your face. No shed of remorse could be found on his face, if anything, you’d say he definitely enjoyed what he’d done to you. 

  Despair became a hole in your heart; was this what had happened to Gabe? Had they caused such agony upon him as they had to you? Worse? Was he… no, you couldn’t think like that. Not if you wanted any chance of surviving these masochistic scumbags. 

  One of the unfamiliar people started gasping, moaning, you noticed with horror. Her worn, lifeless clothes made the distinction from her mood that much more disturbing. As she brought a hand up to her face, you noticed a hook ring on her finger and before you could process what had happened she’d stabbed her own fat cheek and angled the ring so that it cut the entirety of the cheek. 

  Nobody else commented on it, only the one in red lipstick seemed to react positively to it by reaching over and hugging her from behind. Numbly, water continued to run down your face as you struggled to do literally anything in that moment. 

  Another ginger began to approach you, a man with a similar appearance to a lumberjack. Oddly, his demeanour was warm - an unfamiliar contrast to what you’d been familiarised with - and he asked you a genuine question with no ill will hidden between the syllables.

  “Would you let me carry you? Please? You can’t be comfortable down there.” His voice was pleasant and deep and you found yourself contemplating what he’d said.

  “She does not deserve such a choice, Destruction,” Dream said uninvitedly.

  Hidden from his eyes, Destruction rolled his eyes and the illusion of a smile spread across your face. It was the way he resembled Gabe, even if only in behaviour, that made you nod your head. A sharp pang struck your heart at the reminder of him. 

  Instantly, another moan echoed in the room and as Destruction picked you up you curled against his muscular chest in an attempt to drown out the uncomfortable sounds. 

  “Despair, my twin, your time will come, have no fear. For now we must try and control ourselves,” the blonde with lipstick said.

  “Sorry, Desire.”

  A low, slow, cruel laugh left Desire’s lips. “Do not apologise, sister. It’s her that should be sorry.”

  Destruction had begun walking by that point, right towards the rest of them, and as you passed in between them you saw how each and every one of them looked at you: Desire had a hungry look on their face, Despair could barely contain her pleasure, Death revealed nothing, Delirium had a mix of elation and fury on her face, the mystery man was hidden by his cloak and Dream… Dream’s face was positively murderous. 

  Somewhere there was an explanation for his malice towards you, it was up to you to exploit it and wield it for yourself. Avoiding his eyes, you looked down and noticed that in his arms was the book from by the fireplace. The close distance finally allowed you to see what it said on the spine. 

  A new form of dread filled you; the book, it read:

  (Y/N) (Y/L/N).

 Dream must’ve sensed where your attention was, for he stopped Destruction in his path and reached a hand to your chin. His grip in his fingers alone felt more powerful than both of Destruction’s arms together and at any second he could render you incapacitated or even dead. 

  “Know that any intentions of escape will be met with more severe punishment should myself or any of my siblings catch you in your misdeeds.” Oh fuck, he knew that you’d been looking for an escape, they all did. And did he say siblings? Their allegiance to one another must be unparalleled if they would cooperate with what Dream had done and said to you and not report it to any authorities. 

  So far he’d kidnapped you, assaulted you in one way or another, threatened you and now had an entire book dedicated to what was, without a doubt, your entire life story. How long had he, they, been keeping tabs on you?

  The familiarity in which they spoke to you was unnerving to say the least, but the confidence in which they held themselves suggested that there was something beyond just cocky self-entitlement. Obviously, that played a substantial part in all of their personalities yet you still couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something that you were missing. 

 Dream had been able to manipulate sand, to control it, and he’d used it to put you to sleep. That goes against every law of physics in existence and yet, he’d wielded it as an extension of himself. Then there was that god awful helmet, who knows where that could’ve gone but you noticed that in his painting he was wearing it. Did it have any significance? You didn’t know. You’d be damned if you didn’t find out though.

  These… people… seemed to have funny names with funny outfits and funny personalities. They also seemed to have a power about them that you were helpless to fight against should they decide to use it on you, like Dream had recently. Did all of them have sand powers? Perhaps it was just Dream.  Suddenly the song “Mr. Sandman” seemed to have taken on a new meaning. 

  Considering that, their names each contributed to whatever they were wearing in some way; Dream with his sand, Delirium with her vibrant colours, Desire with clothes that revealed a bit too much, Despair with that fucking ring and Death with an Ankh around her neck, an ancient Egyptian hieroglyph for Life. 

  But that was only six. There was another one who hadn’t been named, hadn’t spoken. His hooded cloak and massive book that had been chained to him revealed nought about him other than he was probably very knowledgeable. Maybe unwillingly so if the chain held any significance. 

  Alas, it wasn’t him who was of concern at the moment. It was the infamous Sandman (you hypothesised).

  Addressing him with a clearer head than you’d had since waking up, you wriggled around in Destruction’s hold so that you could appear more in power than you actually were.

  Amusement glittered in his surreal cerulean eyes.

  “Duly noted.” Simple, though your comment was, it also grounded you further and allowed more thoughts to turn calculative rather than inoperative.

  Destruction cut off your silent stare down as he continued in his path towards the floating portraits. The floating portraits. Floating. Okay, sure, that was normal.

  Feeling as though your brain would literally combust if you continued to dwell on it, you silently chuckled at how if anything were to push you over the edge it would be gravity defying portraits. Not the fact that you’d been kidnapped or assaulted with practically sentient sand.

  Vibrations could be felt from Destruction’s chest as he addressed his siblings curiously. “Alright, where are we going now?” 

  “Colours and patterns! Moving and making and forming and shaping! We can go to my realm, it’ll be funnnnnnn! Puppies love fun,” her puppy bullshit was really starting to grate your nerves. 

  Death smiled patiently at Delirium and you applauded her tolerance of the young girl. If anything were to convince you that they were siblings, it’d be that. “Delirium, you know that we agreed we’d go to the Dreaming. It’s been a while since we all visited as a family, hasn’t it?” She turned to you after restoring Delirium’s complacency, “It’d be the first for you, obviously. Thanks to your avoidance of us all there really is so much you’re missing.” Sighing rather dramatically, she turned to the cloaked man. “Is that still okay, Destiny?”

  Destiny nodded once at her then turned to you all; “The path we tread is murky - our decisions must be wise, careful… lest we lead the universe to its destruction.” Poor, poor Destruction tensed his hold on you, causing you to bite your lip to prevent crying out. 

  “Big brother, Destiny meant no harm with his words,” Desire crooned from where they were perched behind Despair, blood dripping from multiple areas on the latter’s face. 

  “Do I not get a say in this?”

  All seven heads jerked in your direction, Destruction’s beard dangerously close to getting in your eyes. Shoulders hunching, you diverted your eyes from everyone, remaining silent. The familiar feeling of dread crippled you once more.

  “Destruction, could you place the human onto her feet, please?” Death’s eerily calm voice broke the suffocating silence. He did so, and you noticed his hesitancy to do so along with a final reassuring squeeze.

  As he stood back, Dream glided towards you with as much grace as a King. He towered over you, looked down at you from his nose - you were beneath him in more ways than one, of that you knew. Didn’t mean you had to like it. Cruelly, he smirked and leaned down to whisper in your ear. “I will enjoy this, little deceiver.” 

  Your eyes joined as he drew back slightly, still only inches from your face. Suspiciously, you never once felt the hints of breath on your face; did this guy not breathe either? 

  The two of you stood like that long enough for you to forget about Death momentarily. Feeling your eyes suddenly sag under an invisible pressure and your mouth to dry up like the Sahara desert, Death’s hidden threat began affecting you.

  Dream took a step back, narrowly avoiding your collapsing form. The weight of the world felt like it was on your shoulders and you were physically incapable of moving a muscle.

  The carpeted floor was the only reprieve you had before the full force of Death overtook you.

  Hell erupted inside of you; you could feel your organs burning within your body, slowly, so agonisingly slowly, were they burning and melting and disintegrating. Blood formed inside of you and there was nowhere for it to go apart from up up up up out of your mouth, your nose, your eyes. 

  A boiling feeling bursted over your entire body, a heat so intense that the carpet around you seared and crisped in its magnitude. Blisters, horrible, rotten blisters formed from the tips of your toes to your forehead and the pressure of the very air around you was almost too unbearable to withstand.  Twistedly, the way they popped was comparable to bubble wrap. 

  Gory pus spewed from the broken skin. For the second time that day, you vomited everything that was in you. But your stomach couldn’t be emptied, so your stomach was what was emptied; the remaining flesh of your intestines, your stomach, your kidneys and your heart surged out of your mouth. Pools of blood formed around you and as you lay in the remains of your organs, all the while wondering distantly how you were still alive without a heart… you wished for Death. 

  She didn’t stop. In fact, it only got worse.

  Nails were forcibly ripped from their beds. Screaming brokenly, you pleaded for mercy but it. Didn’t. Stop. Ripping filled the room, with a numb sense of horror you knew without a shadow of a doubt that it was your skin that was being torn, flayed. 

  You were being skinned alive, by a force you could not see, a force you weren’t even sure existed outside of your violently tormented mind. Hair fell from your head in clumps.

  Being nude in front of the seven siblings didn’t even occur to you, how could it when nude wasn’t even something you were capable of being anymore?

  “Death, you must stop this! This has gone on too far!” Words entered your brain and immediately left it in an odd sense of delirium. 

  “Puppies like colours,” puppies did like colours… and the colours you saw were so very pretty-

  You started to convulse on the floor. The onslaught of so many sensations nearly breaking your brain. Another scream ripped itself from your bloodied throat; salt burned along your flayed body and you pleaded for Death once more. You were wholly set on doing anything to escape this torture and surrendering to the colours because they were oh-so pretty-

  Then they vanished. And only darkness remained. “Listen to my voice, deceiver. Follow the light.” Stars formed around you but one outshone the rest. Captivated, you listened to the deep voice and drew near like a moth to a flame (something deep down warned you that this was dangerous). “Very good, little one.” A rush of energy swirled inside of you and with unfamiliar strength, you enveloped the star in your palms.

  Weightlessness overwhelmed you and you sagged into the waiting abyss, finally falling into the arms of what you desired most. 

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  Low, soothing voices registered in your brain, it was them that woke you from your slumber. 

  “I stated extremely explicitly, sister, that our decisions were catastrophically critical for the preservation of the universe and then you decide to do this?” The tone itself was chillingly calm and tremors spread across your body.

  There was a moan and the voices quietened. 

  Arms wrapped around your drained body and a comforting hand raked itself through your hair, “Sh, my sweet, it’s over. You’re safe, you’re alive.”

  Alive? You were alive? For a split second, you couldn’t remember what would encourage such words but then it all came rushing back. Despair gripped you in a chokehold, any coherent thought fled your brain as phantom sensations flared all over your body.

  Colours formed, they did nothing to distract you. 

  Frantically, you ripped yourself from the cage you were in, the blood already too prominent and the scent, the rancid scent of the pus-

  Grains of sand hit your face. Scrunching your nose in confusion, you blinked blearily at the golden grains floating before you. Deliriously, you raised a hand to touch them but a tanned one grabbed your own. And with it, clarity.

  Death had sunk her claws into you and you’d come so very close to sinking into the depths of her sea, drowning in an endless current of burning and boiling until you wasted away into any other being a victim to her malice.

  Except it was not Death who held your hand, it was Destruction. His eyebrows were knit in concern and he appeared to be troubled… he was pained on your behalf. That struck you as odd, surely someone with such a name should revel in your pain. 

  “How are you, (Y/N)?” He used your name, the first of any of them to do so. 

  Your quivering lips were the only answer he needed. Despondently, he nodded his head and averted his eyes as though ashamed of your inevitable answer. “I, we, would like you to know that nothing like that will happen of our will again. Death is older than most of us, has the biggest responsibility of us all and your challenge… pushed her over the edge.”

  Facing Death, even acknowledging that she was in the room, was too much for you. At the moment, your will was as stable as a Jenga tower and any ill movement would make it crumble completely.

  Destruction’s words made sense, especially if your growing theory that these were exactly what their names signified. Despite your absolute hatred towards her presently, a small understanding part of you sympathised with the intensity of her burden.

  No words left your mouth in response to his, no words could. You didn’t know what to say or what to feel. Your inner whirlwind of emotions was wholly confusing and you just wanted them to stop so you could gather your wits.

  Reluctantly, Destruction released your hand, again squeezing it in reassurance one last time. An unrestrained whimper left your throat at the reminder of what happened after he’d done that the last time. 

  Before you could descend into your own paranoia, more grains of sand tickled your face. More memories rushed through you then.

  “You saved me,” you didn’t look up, nor did you raise your voice above a whisper. Dream never voiced his acknowledgement and you couldn’t be bothered to check if he knew it was him whom you were addressing.

  Regardless of the hate filled relationship you two had, the two words left you with no disinclination:

  “Thank you.”

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[roguelov]

Omg I saw that ask about Morpheus having a goth sunshine girlfriend and gosh as a goth myself I find that to be too cute indeed because I lowkey have wardrobe envy on him tbh

But imagine a goth gf discovering Morpheus has a female form and just drools at her femme clothes aghhkkhkk

Deceased. Dead. Gone

Sharing clothes with Fem!Dream would make me combust on sight, or even buying clothes for her to try on (she finds it very endearing and always loves what you pick)

But also we honestly can forgot the true queen of goth aka Death. Because I can imagine going on shopping trips with her and her gushing over you, or her stealing your clothes (she lies saying she was running out the door to help souls and didn’t know but you both know she purposely stole your clothes)

[solitaryearthperson]

The Sandman Masterlist

*Series have 3 or more parts to them*

Imagines

Morpheus/Dream of the Endless

Insomniac - After meeting Hob, Morpheus goes to the diner next door and meets an insomniac.

Favorite - The reader asks Morpheus questions about himself and the Dreaming.

Desire of the Endless

A Purpose - The reader summons Desire of the Endless.

Cross My Heart - Interrupting your dream, you wonder why Desire doesn’t want you around their brother.

Death of the Endless

None yet

Series 

None Yet

More to come....

[dilemmaontwolegs]

A Gentle Touch

Death of the Endless x f!reader Summary: From birth you were able to sense when Death was near and never feared her visits. When she comes to take you to the sunless lands you find the attraction is not one way. Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, death, nudity, kissing WC: 2.7k

AN: this has been in my drafts since August last year so it's about time I posted it.

The first time you met Death, you hadn’t even taken your first breath. Her warm hands had held you as your mother took her last shuddering breath and the monitors erupted into blaring alarms. You couldn’t remember feeling afraid, you had only felt comfort as she placed you into your mothers arms. 

“She’s so small,” your mother said as she brushed a loving kiss over your forehead. “Are you sure she has to come?”

Death brushed a hand over your head, an apology forming on her lips when she froze. She looked behind her, to the resuscitators desperately trying to revive the baby, your body, and she felt a tug of her power that was connected to the thread of life. 

Death took you back in her arms and wove between the operating room full of surgeons and nurses. “That will be up to her.”

Her presence remained imprinted on your soul as she placed you back in your body and the monitors jumped into rhythm.

The soft whisper of a voice from the mother you would never meet reached you as you opened your eyes. “Thank you, Death. I’m ready now.”

35 Years Later You couldn’t see her but you could feel her. 

Every time you felt her presence it was like a warm hand on your shoulder and you knew someone’s life was coming to an end. Closing the file of your current patient, you excused yourself and followed the sense you had been born with. 

Down the floors you went, an invisible thread leaving a trail for you to follow until you found yourself in the busy entrance to the Emergency Department. There were so many threads weaving a tapestry you would never have the Sight to see but one thread was fraying and you aimed for that one.

“Y-you’re gonna be fine,” a woman sobbed as she held a man’s hand, their wedding bands golden amongst the blood that covered them. “I love you so much.”

You nodded to the nurse as you stepped inside but she just shook her head sadly and left with the biohazard bags of blood soaked cloth and gauze. The man was pale, his breathing forced through the tube in his throat, and the monitor showing an erratic heartbeat. 

You knelt beside his wife and took her hand that held a balled up tissue within. “I’m sorry but it’s time to say goodbye.”

“No, no, no, please, he was a good, strong man, he can get through this. There has to be more you can do,” she begged, her grip crushing your hand. 

“He will get through this,” you nodded, rising to your feet and pulling her up. “It’s time for you to say goodbye.”

Her eyes widened with relief and fear as she looked over to her husband and reached to place a tender kiss on his forehead with the promise to wait for him on the other side. Tears burned your eyes at the undying love she held for him and you caught her as her heart gave out, softly lowering her to the floor.

“I hope you find him again,” you whispered as you closed her eyes. The warmth at your shoulder flared and the sound of wings stirring the air filled the room before fading back to the steady beep of the machines. “Thank you, Death.”

Reaching up you hit the staff call button and slipped from the room.

–

The rumours were a constant whisper wherever you went. You could never stay in one hospital for too long before they began. Doctor Death - that was what they called you. Where you went, Death followed. If only they knew the truth. 

You did your best to ignore the hurtful words but sometimes it was too much and you found yourself questioning why you had been given this gift, why couldn’t it have been someone else. It was one of those days. 

The fraying thread of life you followed made you ill, it was pulling you to the Paediatric Intensive Care Unit. There was never an easy way to ask parents to say goodbye to their child, or to tell a child that their time, the little time they got, was over. It had you wishing you could ignore the pull but doing that seemed to make things worse. 

The final moment was more peaceful when the person had the ability to say their goodbyes. It settled the soul for the impending departure. That didn’t make it any less sad. 

You stepped into the room and found it empty, save for the small babe in a sterile hospital bassinet. The chart was still open on the table beside it and you flipped to the front to find the name and contact details for the parents but found none. 

“Jane Doe,” you sighed and closed the file. “Well, little one, at least we have each other.”

You lifted her from the swaddle and cradled her to your chest. You had loved working in the children’s ward, seeing their resilience and happiness despite what their bodies were going through. You had spent many of your nights off camped in the staffroom, ready to be the only comfort some of them had in their final moments - a warm hand, a gentle touch. 

The babe started to stir and her lips parted with a feeble cry as you began to rock her, humming a lullaby you had heard other mothers sing to their children. 

“There’s nothing to be afraid of, little one,” you cooed. “Death is one of the sweetest beings there is.”

“Aww, thanks,” a familiar voice said behind you, the voice that had spoken to you once but you had remembered it all these years. 

You turned with a smile to greet her, “Hello again, Death.”

“Hello,” she smiled back and knelt beside you, running hand over the baby’s head of fluffy, soft hair. “And who is this?”

You tilted your head in confusion. “Shouldn’t you know who you are here for?”

She stared at you a moment with full lips that turned down. “I know.”

“Oh,” you gasped softly and looked down at the babe. “Looks like I followed the wrong thread. I’m sorry for scaring you.”

You bundled her back into her swaddle and wrapped her up snug and warm. 

“I thought you might not want to be alone,” Death said as she looked at the file, tracing her fingers over the generic name. “She was just like you - orphaned so young in life. Do you regret returning?”

You thought about what the path might have been if you had let your soul rest in Death’s embrace, if you had gone with your mother. It may not have hurt as much as living did but to you it was worth all of it. It was worth all the whispers and the fear from others when you walked around the hospital. It was worth it because in the end, the people you visited needed you.

“No,” you said as you looked at the baby once again sleeping peacefully. “It was a wonderful life.”

Death smiled with relief and she held her hand out to you. “Good. Are you ready?”

You looked around the cold, sterile room once more before nodding. “Yeah, I am.”

You placed your hand in hers, the warmth of her palm spreading across yours and calm serenity washed over you as you shed the physical form. You looked as if you could be sleeping, your head resting on your arm in the chair beside the bassinet - the nurses must have caught you sleeping like that countless times. 

“So what now?” you asked as she faced you, chewing on her bottom lip in contemplation.

“I, um, would usually take you to wherever afterlife you believed you should go to.” She gripped your hand tighter as if she were afraid to lose you. “But I must admit I’m finding it difficult to bear the thought of leaving you.” She looked down the empty hall and at the dim lights that were on their night setting. “I watched you comforting these people when I visited, this was your realm.”

“I know,” you said with a smile, gently squeezing her hand in return. “I could feel you.”

Death smiled and tucked away the great big black wings that filled the space behind her. “Would you like to see my realm?”

You nodded eagerly, not ready to part from her company. “What is it like?”

Death looked faraway, seeing beyond the white walls of the hospital corridor, a small sad smile playing on her lips. “It’s beautiful, but lonely. I don’t get a lot of visitors anymore, not even from my siblings.”

“You have siblings?” 

The walls of the hospital faded away and you found yourself in a busy street in the short time it took her to answer, “Six in fact. They all have a purpose of their own, so it is difficult to find time to see each other.”

“Then I will be your company until you tire of me,” you promised.

The scenery faded away again and the hem of your pants were dusted with bright colours of the flowers growing in the wide open field you were suddenly walking in. The skies were a blue like you had never seen before, more vibrant than the pale skies you had left behind, and the air was fragrant with the flowers that were in full bloom under the bright sun. 

A feeling you had never felt before settled within and you turned to Death, her stygian wings shimmering in the sunlight like onyx. “Home,” you whispered with awe. “This place feels like home.”

Her smile widened and she took your shoulders to turn you around. A small cottage covered sat in the field with overflowing garden beds neatly lined up to make a natural path to the front door. Large open windows welcomed the sunlight and the sheer curtains billowed gently in the breeze.

You felt Death’s lips move as she rested her chin on your shoulder and wrapped her arms around your waist. “This is home.”

You were lost for words at both the simplistic beauty of the cottage and the warmth radiating over your skin at her touch. “Thank you,” you managed to say after swallowing the lump of emotion that had caught in your throat and turning in her arms. “I’ve never had a home before.”

Death smiled softly and your eyes darted to her full lips as they curled up, wondering how they would feel against yours. She caught the lingering stare and her smile grew as she reached to cup your face in her hands, her thumbs brushing over your cheeks.

“This has always been your home,” she said before closing the distance and brushing her lips ever so softly across yours. The teasing touch was enticing and left you wanting more so you looped your arms around her neck and let her pull you flush against her to deepen the kiss. It was only when you broke away with a gasp that you realised you still needed to breathe and she giggled at your confusion. “You are outside the mortal realm, and very much alive here.”

Your fingers entwined with hers as she led the way along the path to the welcoming cottage and you pondered your new life. “Does that mean I will still grow old?” 

“No, honey, you will stay beautiful like this forever,” she said as she opened the door to reveal the light and airy space beyond. “Take a look around while I run a quick errand.”

“Death works overtime?” you teased as you still felt a small tug at the threat of life like you had on earth.

“It is a 24 hour job, but it’s worth it,” she admitted as she stepped outside and spread her wings. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

You watched her fade away with the echo of her wingbeats and missed the warmth that came from being in her presence almost immediately. Deciding to distract yourself, you ventured through the home that was far larger than it appeared from the outside. 

The master bedroom took your breath away with familiarity. It was exactly as you had once dreamed of when you longed for a home as a child and you wondered how she knew about it. You planned to ask her when she returned. 

Stepping out of the bedroom and into the adjoining room that was a wardrobe, you ran your fingers over the pairs of black jeans on clothes hangers and then black singlets exactly like she had been wearing earlier. For someone with such a bright personality she only had black clothes, even the silk bonnets on a shelf were black. It was a stark difference to the other half of the wardrobe that was filled with colourful clothes like you had worn on earth. 

“I thought you would have been in the bathing room.”

You jumped like you had been caught doing something illegal and shoved her silk bonnet you had been holding back on the shelf with the others before spinning around to see her grinning. 

“Come, I think you will like it,” Death invited, with her hand outstretched for you as if she had missed you in the minutes she was gone. You were as eager to feel her touch again and strode across the room to take it before she led the way to the other door that branched off the bedroom. 

The ceiling disappeared above and you could see the blue skies once more through the glass dome that covered the bathing room. Where the front of the house sat in a meadow of flowers, the back was a cliff that rose above the ocean and the huge stone bathing pool sat at the edge with steam gently rising from the still waters. 

“This is unreal,” you murmured as you dipped your toes in the warm water and watched the ripple spread across the surface and send a small drop overflowing the lip to cascade to the ocean far below. Unable to resist, you shrugged off the labcoat you still wore before pulling your shirt over your head and kicking off your pants. “Care to join me?” you asked as you stepped into the water and found Death watching with a hunger in her eyes. 

Your heart skipped a beat as she bent down to unlace her boots and kick them aside and she locked eyes with you as she unbuckled her belt and popped the button on her jeans. Your body began to tremble in anticipation as she pushed the material down the length of her legs and you almost forgot to breathe as the water seemed to reach boiling point.

The fierce intensity of the attraction was unlike anything you had experienced before and you were certain that nothing could ever compare to it again as she stepped into the water. “You are gorgeous, Death,” you breathed as you watched her hips sway with each step deeper into the pool.

“Teleute,” she said as she reached you. “It is a name very few call me, but I would like to hear it from you.”

“Teleute,” you tested her name on your lips and smiled at the privilege. You curled your arms around her waist and pulled her closer, pressing your skin to hers and sighed at the suppleness of her breasts. “Thank you.”

There was no need for words as she conveyed how welcome you were with a kiss, back you further into the pool until your back pressed against the edge and she pushed you into the seat that lined the wall. Your hands settled on her hips as she straddled your legs and she moaned as her lips parted to give you more access. 

“I have lived an eternity and thought I had experienced all life had to offer,” she murmured against your lips while her worshipping hands roamed your body, “but this is new to me. There is a pull.”

You understood what she meant deep in your soul, or whatever it was that kept you alive in this realm. “Like a magnet, I have always known when you were near.”

She pressed her forehead to yours. “And now I will never be far away.”

[skinnywalker]

Death Of The Endless x Male Reader plz?

Could be something wholesome with some fluff and flirting like where the reader wants to dance with a pretty looking woman who for some reason looks abit familiar, not knowing that is actually Death herself.

(also it could be in some random party, disco party, or somewhere it's playing some nice music idk)

Thanks and have nice day 👋

😖 that's such a cute prompt!!

♤ A kind and familiar face ♤ (Death of the endless x male reader)

He hasn't seen her before. He js positive of it. He wouldn't miss a face that unearthly beautiful. He feels drain to her.

"Hello, I haven't seen you her before, are you new in the area?"

She turns to him, her eyes are like a midnight sky splashed with bits of oak trees.

"No."

He us surprised.

"Wait really? How long have you lived here?"

She smiles.

"I don't."

"Wait really? You look so familiar..."

She smiles.

"Most people know me."

"I see, you just come around here a lot huh?"

She nods.

"So, do you have a dance partner?"

"No I'm afraid not."

"Could I change that?"

"You know what? I'd love that."

They join hands and wlak together to the dance floor.

"I don't even know your name."

"Teleute."

"That's beautiful, is it greek?"

She grins.

"Something like that."

"It's quite a classical name, you must like it."

"I do."

They continue to sway in eachothers arms. He notices how cold she feels.

"You know it's odd, when I went to talk to you it seemed that no one was there."

They stop.

"Like no one could see you."

"They can't."

"What?"

Her hands suddenly warm in his.

"I came here for you."

He suddenly recognizes her.

"You."

"Me."

"Wow."

He can't speak. He isn't scared but he is confused.

"Why?"

"It's your time but I'll tell you that this was nice. I'd like to spend more time with you."

He sees the world fading away.

"I'd like that."

[thebigsl33p]

Masterlist:

Shadow and Bone

Aleksander Morozova:

Safe Pair Of Hands

We Were Angels Once Don't You Remember?

And If I Never Sleep Again, I Will Stand In The Dark For You?

The Last of Us

Canary In A Coal Mine Masterlist (Playlist, Pinterest, AO3)

The Sandman

Lord Morpheus: Dream's Moving Castle Masterlist

In Your Hopes And Dreams.

Little blurb/drabble of Dream returning home

Treat Me Right, I'm Still A Good Man's Daughter (1)

Let Me In If I Break And Be Quiet If I Shatter (2)

It's Never Only A Dream (Morningstar!Reader)

Morpheus blurb

It's Never Only A Dream (1)

It's Never Only A Dream (2)

Taking care of injured Morpheus

I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream

reader Is Jealous of calliope

I Am No Mother, I Am No Bride, I Am King.

I Need My Golden Crown Of Sorrow, My Bloody Sword To Swing, I Need These Empty Halls To Echo With Grand Self-Mythology

You're Holding Me Like Water In Your Hands

I Don't See What Anyone Could See In Anyone Else, But You

Joanna Constantine:

You Are Sick And You're Married And You Might Be Dying (1)

You Are Sick And You're Married And You Might Be Dying (2)

Death:

Throw On The Black Dress, Mix In With The Lot, You Might Wake Up And Notice You're Someone You're Not

Tag list is open! So are requests! I'll write for:

The Sandman

Midnight Mass.

AHS

Michael Langdon

The Darkling/Aleksander Morzova

Alina Starkov

The Last of Us

Sally Face

[certifiedskywalker]

Near, but Never Near Enough - Death of The Endless

The three times you flirt with Death.

Warnings: vague but various causes of death and life-threatening situations (exposure, car crash, etc.)

It was a fluke that left you floating. Floating, you were, quite literally, weightless. Or, at least, it felt literal, as much as literal can feel to someone in your predicament.

It was a blur, too, your predicament. Details once so painfully sharp were muddled by a liquidy rush of unadulterated adrenaline. There was only you, your nerves which seemed to extend beyond your bodily bounds. Yet, you could sense some sort of tether, an invisible tie anchoring you to the wavering image of yourself.

Jelly limbs and wide eyes, you were a shocked sight to behold. How embarrassing to be caught so much by surprise. You scoffed at yourself.

“Well, now is hardly the time for that.”

You spun on your heels at the accented voice. A woman, dark-skinned, dark-haired, and dark-eyed watched you, arms crossed her chest. She looked politely displeased, as if she had been stuck in the queue of a tired deli worker.

“For…?”

“For the negative self-view,” she replied, matter-of-factly.

Your brows furrowed. “Who are you?”

“Someone just stopping by,” the woman replied, her arms falling to her sides like graceful, drooping wings. “It’s not quite your time, though, is it?”

“What do you mean?”

Wordlessly, the woman walked towards you. A sugared sort of scent came with her, seemingly on a gust that trailed her. Slowly, her gaze flicked across your face, studying you like a star map. Yet, it was you who saw constellations, saw them in the glints that glimmered in her dark brown eyes.

“Not your time but here I am. How…peculiar.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you same one of her hands rise, fingers curved towards your face. Though she did not let her skin kiss yours. In the blur of everything, you found yourself wanting for this mystery woman’s touch. You did not need to feel her warmth to know it was there, but how sweet it would be.

Her hand fell before you could ask for it, but the lightest of smiles played on her full lips proved infectious. Slowed due to the weightlessness, the delay latent in the thin tether you could feel grow more taut by the passing second, your own lips quirked upwards too.

“Until next time, sweetheart.”

Before you could ask when that would be or echo your query about who she was, the woman took a step back. With her motion, another gust, stronger than the last, one you could hear as it whistled by your ears, swept you back. Back into feeling, far from the floating you felt before. The details came back. Painful and sharp.

It all came soaring back with the sound of her wings.

It was familiar, that weightless. It nestled in the nooks it carved in your bones, hollowed them, and bid you to float. This was different, a heavier float. You bounced in whatever ether held you, as if a buoy set at sea.

Though, this sea smelled sweet.

“You again?”

Amidst your soft bouncing within the nothing, you turned and saw her. Her!

“You again,” you echoed her words, letting your gaze fix on her form. She looked the same as she did when she first came to you, a soft, winged shadow. 

“Well, yes. But,” she paused, shifted her weight on her hips, “it’s still not time.”

“Time for what?” You stepped towards her with your question and she did not move away. You took another step. “You never answered my question about who you are.”

“I am Endless,” she replied, crossing her arms.

“Endless? That’s a bit…much.”

She laughed and you swore you heard the gently ringing of bells. “It is, isn’t it?”

“So, you don’t have a name?”

“Not in the traditional sense.” As she spoke, she cocked her head to the side, dark eyes quizzical as she studied your form. You dared to take another step towards her. On this step, the woman returned the gesture by taking a step back. “Careful.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“No,” she waved a hand, “it’s not like that. I’d like it, it’s just…”

“I’m still sorry,” you said, taking a step back.

“It’s for your safety, not mine.”

“My safety?”

“Like I said, it’s not your time yet. Again. We really must stop meeting like this.”

“This, and before,” you pondered aloud, trying to remember the details. The details always grew so fuzzy when this woman came around. You could never remember how you got to the floating place, to see her. “Why do I see you?”

“Why do you ask? I thought you fancied me,” she said, a grin spreading along her lips. Heat rose and spread along your skin like a wild fire. “You sure do bring new meaning to the phrase ‘flirting with Death,’ that I will tell you.”

“Death?”

Her grin faded into an unreadable expression, an Endless expression that seemed to roll along the peaks of her face. “I’ve said too much.”

Slowly, as if trudging through molasses, the details crawled from the sticking sap of spoiled memory. Pain. First, the shattering of glass and the screeching of wheels. Then, this moment, the ache of lungs swelling but not with air. Sharp pain.

“Are you…Death?”

She took another step and another gust and she was gone, leaving you back in your body with all that pain.

Whatever the Necromancer did, you remembered every detail of this time. You could still feel the flames licking along your skin. Yet, your flesh did not blister. It only stung, intensely, painfully. Sharply. 

Constantine had warned you of it, her voice cold and tired. She cared little, likey due to little you had to pay her for her services. You imagined she watched you while you floated in the in-between place, the tethered place. She probably was smiling as your physical form thrashed in the fire’s grip while you, unbound from your body, felt the brunt of pain.

Perhaps it was the detail that kept you from the mystery woman. You could still smell the dank of the church basement, the sulphur, the herbs Johanna burned. They acted as anchors. You had to wring yourself free from the ropes.

“What-You’re kidding, right? A necromancer? A Constantine?”

You flicked your head to the side and saw her, at last. Her dark face was downcast and as stern as you ever saw it. Her arms were not crossed over her chest as they typically were. No, they rested at her sides with her hands curled into fists.

“You know about Constantine?”

“She’s a friend of my brother’s,” she said, voice low, as cold as Johanna’s was when she explained the ritual. “And a friend of yours now, apparently.”

“Not quite friends,” you corrected, giving her a sheepish smile. She did not return the expression.

“And it’s not quite your time, again.” Then, her arms crossed and her left brow crooked upwards, skeptical. “You’re teasing me, tempting fate.”

“Fate,” you hummed, “another Endless?”

She huffed, amusedly. “Destiny.”

“And you’re Death. That’s what I told Johanna I thought you were and the ritual worked, so you must be-”

“Ritual, you say?”

You nodded and took a step towards Death. Each of your limbs screamed with the burning of your blood, but you were much too enraptured. “A ritual.”

Death took a step towards you. “Must’ve cost a pretty penny, eh?”

“And more,” you replied. She was smiling, truly smiling.

“For what? Just to see me again? This is highly irregular, and I know irregular.”

You took another step, slower this time, more careful. Death followed suit until you caught her sugary scent. You remembered it from the first time, revelled in it, her familiarity.

“For this.”

“So, truly just to see me again, then,” she said, her smile reaching her eyes then. You took a breath and then a chance. 

With your arm burning, you raised it, let your hand brush the seemingly empty air at her side. Soft and cool, a feather feeling tickled against your fingers. When you looked at Death, her eyes closed and her body shuddered. You quickly withdrew your hand.

“Sorry, I-”

“No,” she interrupted, eyes fluttering open as she took another step closer. She was warm, not cold like you had expected. “Just, just shut up.”

Her hands were warm too when they cupped your face, and soft. Her lips were soft too, gliding against yours. A kiss of Death. She tasted sweet and she melted all the burning pain away.

[yourmomxx]

M A S T E R L I S T

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Morpheus. ⊹　°. * ✧ . ✦　. • ✺ ° ★ . ° .    ⋒

IMAGINE - meeting Morpheus again after his imprisonment | Morpheus × Reader

Death of the Endless. ⊹ °. * ✧ . ✦　 . • ✺ ° ★ .

… no imagines yet

The Corinthian. ⊹　°. * ✧ . ✦　. • ✺ ° ★ . °

corruption - fem!reader

who wants to live forever? - While the Dreaming is falling apart in its Lord’s absence, the Corinthian seeks you out to convince you to come with him into the waking world | gn!dream!reader

Incorrect Quotes. ⊹°. * ✧ . ✦ . • ✺ ° ★ . ° .  

miscommunication

marketing

hugging rules

Shitposts. ⊹　°. * ✧ . ✦　 . • ✺ ° ★ . ° .    ⋒

same person

my type

neil gaiman

dream getting his ruby back

it's still gay

so pretty

dream of a thousand cats

the corinthian

marauders x the sandman

be crimes, do gay

[why-what-no]

Having A Partner With Tattoos Would Include

Pairing: Morpheus x Reader, Desire x Reader, The Corinthian x Reader, Death x Reader, Lucifer x Reader

Warnings: Tattoos, Mentione Of Pain, Vaguely Possessive Lucifer :)

Notes: My own writing is making me really wanna get tattoos

Requested by: “Cypher-1-2-3-4” On Wattpad

Morpheus:

😴 Morpheus had seen the popularity of tattoos rise and fall, but he had been in prison while tattoo machines were made

😴 Meaning that he wasn't entirely used to growing popularity and easy access of modern tattoos

😴 That being said, he did think a lot of them were very creative. He loved to see the art that you've inked onto your body.

😴 He always thought you were a work of art, sculpted by a genius. And your tattoos were no exception

😴 The two of you would be relaxing in bed, Morpheus tracing over the lines and shapes on your body.

😴 Fascinated by the designs on your skin

Desire:

😍 Desire always liked tattoos

😍 Sometimes, when they were blending in with humans, the form they would take would have tattoo as well. Just because they liked them

😍 So they thought it was charming that you had them

😍 Desire would want to see each and every one. As well as the story behind it

😍 Why you got it, where you got it, those questions were very interesting to them

😍 Learning a lot about you by questioning the permanent markings you've chosen to put on your skin

The Corinthian:

😎 The Corinthian thought your tattoos were really hot.

😎 Kissing over them, tracing them, loving when you were clothes that showed them

😎 If you get any new tattoos, he'll be pretty involved with the process.

😎 Helping you pick out the one that you liked, going with you to get the tattoo done. He's fascinated by the process

😎 He'll suggest that the two of you get matching tattoos

Death:

💀Death, like Desire, is super curious about your tattoos and why you got them

💀 She's seen every different type of tattoo on her job, knowing so many stories about them

💀 So she'll want to know your story as well. She'll want to see each of the tattoos over your body

💀 Although she doesn't like hearing that it hurt you to get them. She doesn't like the idea of you in pain

💀 But if you're happy with your tattoos, then so is she. She thinks they're beautiful on you

Lucifer:

😈 Lucifer didn't expect to like your tattoos, but was quickly intrigued by them

😈 They likes the artistic shapes against your delicate skin, the idea that you had them put on your body as the cost of some pain. 

😈 It wouldn't take long for them to start suggesting you get a tattoo of them. Their name or a sigil of their choosing

😈 Lucifer adored the idea of you having a symbol of them on you permanently. A visual representation of your love.

😈 The devil’s equivalent of a promise ring or a marriage license

😈 But all in all, they enjoyed looking at the art you have put on your body. 

😈 Loving how fascinating they made you to Lucifer and all of their subjects.

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[bonniebird]

Death of the Endless x Reader

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“Are you ready?” Death asked. You looked over at her and frowned.

“Ready?” You asked. She nodded and gestured to your door.

“To get going.” She said and smiled at you. 

"Hey, cool, I'm dead." Looking at yourself and then at her you took a step towards the door and then hurried off like a shot. Death sighed to herself. On occasion, she had mortals that fled like a rabbit on its last sprint. She’d find you in time. In fact, she found you not too far away. You were trying to talk to people who passed you by and found that you could move things around. Death was amused by the eager way you hurried from person to person, bothering them and having them swat around themselves as if trying to bat away a bee. 

“Should you let them do that?” Dream asked as he walked over to Death who had taken a seat on a nearby bench.

“I find the ones that are a bit skittish need to get it out of their system first.” She answered. Dream nodded slowly and sighed as he sat back in his seat and watched you. “Is this one of those difficult dreamers?” 

“I’d have to double check but I imagine so. The mortals call it lucid dreaming. I find it rather like trying to chase a cat who has lit fire to the end of its tail. If they stay still all is fine. If not, the dream goes up in flames like the drapes and Lucien has to help me recover the whole thing.” Dream shield as Death laughed at what he said. She imagined you’d be a difficult dreamer she thought to herself as you hurried off again.

It was a good half-hour walk before they found you again. Death motioned for her brother to stay back and headed over to you.

“I think I’m ready now.” You muttered. You’d sat at the edge of a bridge, feet dangling down as you watched the water. At the edge of the water beneath you, a family fed ducks together. 

“Well. If you are, we can leave. You do not need to rush.” Death assured you as she sat beside you, dangling her feet over the edge as she leaned on the railing in front of you.

Death tags:

@gatefleet @sarcasm-n-insomnia

[waywardsummoner46]

Evader of the Endless

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x (?)reader, future all Endless x reader (maybe)

Summary: “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), Evader of the Endless, Challenger of Ancient Laws, it has been no easy feat locating you. Prepare yourself for each of us, we are quite unforgiving of those that dare defy our ways.”

Word Count: 1754

Warnings: Nothing extreme yet. Future violence, gore, blood, dub/con, mind manipulation, imprisonment, neglect, abuse and definitely way more and worse

A/N: The Sandman has taken over my life, help. Expect more of this, Eternity, and an Our Beautiful Girl part two within the next few weeks. Let me know what you think and be sure to tag along, this one will be intense.

“So, let me get this straight, you think that there is some sort of mystical higher power out there that hasn’t presented itself because… why?”

  You sighed exasperatedly. “That is not what I said and you know it, Gabriel. All I said was humans suck, so if there is a higher race, I don’t blame them for not showing themselves, you know?”

  Throwing his head back with laughter, Gabriel struggled to understand your logic. 

  “Don’t laugh at me, Gabe. What I’m saying is completely sensible,” you pouted playfully. When his laughter never ceased you raised an amused brow and crossed your arms challengingly. “I can’t help but feel as though you aren’t taking my words seriously.”

  Only after you hit him did he stop laughing. “I’m sorry, I really am but that is seriously some dodgy logic, (Y/N).”

  “Oh yeah? Enlighten me then, oh-great-one, how is it dodgy?”

  In typical Gabe fashion, his posture immediately straightened, his jacket was dusted off and his throat cleared quite dramatically. You barely withheld a sigh of affectionate frustration. “First of all, if there was a more intelligent race than us they would most definitely either invade or make themselves known because of how much humans suck. They would undoubtedly assert their superiority over us and, honestly, would probably make fun of us. I know this because… well… I’ve lied to you, (Y/N). I am actually a martian,” he jokingly raised his hands and went to tickle you but thanks to your quick reflexes, you evaded his attacks.

  “I was genuinely willing to listen to you, then. You’ve ruined it now, well done, you idiot.”

  Poking his tongue out at you in retaliation,  you decided not to engage in any further unintelligent conversation with someone who won’t do the same. As a result, you declared you were going to get another round of drinks as you needed to get away from his brainless arguments (by now, you were used to them so you didn’t mind that much). 

  Gabriel was an extremely questionable person but he was a good one, nonetheless. Having known the guy since you were eleven, suffice to say he was one of your closest, if not the closest, friend you had. Unfortunately, life went by and you both went your separate ways to your individual colleges - it was only now that you’d finally met up. Words couldn’t describe how happy you were once you realised the ease in which you both fell back to your usual dynamic. 

  It was that reason that you’d got on the subject of your otherworldly opinions; randomly, aliens were brought up and the conversation just stemmed from there but you made a solid argument with solid beliefs.

  Hypothetically speaking, if aliens or beings of a higher power or even Gods of old myths exist, why would they reveal themselves to an already dying race? Humans were slowly killing themselves off anyway so why would they either try and redeem the irredeemable or conquer the slowly dying? Like pieces in a puzzle, the logic coexisted in your brain and you felt a childish sense of pride with your hypothesis (it was also highly entertaining garnering a reaction from people). 

  However, at the end of the day, the entirety of it was a fun little theory and while it does bring you some comfort to think that humans aren’t the most intellectual beings in the universe, your realistic brain realised that nothing would ever come of it. 

  “Alright, my darling? How can I help you?” The friendly barman asked you as you sat on the barstool. Smiling at him, you requested the same again and nodded gratefully when he went about it.

 Life was very monotonous. It was fun and full of pleasant surprises but monotonous, all the same. You loved it, though; especially the familiarity of a pub’s atmosphere. Like a warm blanket, the blurred voices of the pub’s regulars danced in your ears and as you glanced around the bar, a small, fond smile at how at peace everybody seemed inside of the White Horse.

  There, your smile remained as still as frozen as a painting… but then, you saw him.

Him in all his otherworldly glory. Him with the beautiful contrast of his black clothes against his pale skin. Him who looked so out of place in the small tavern. Him who carried himself with the self-respect of a king… and him, whose gaze was as piercing as any dagger, who was looking directly at you. 

  That realisation snapped you out of your unabashed admiration and bewilderment long enough for you to turn away and back to the bar. Biting your lip, you cursed your staring and lack of social awareness; the embarrassment of having been caught churned in your gut and you did not dare ponder on how he felt. 

  Glass hit wood and you raised your head. “Here you go, love,” the bartender kindly said.

  Unfortunately for you, your eyes were still a bit dissociated and he noticed. “Everything alright?”

  Immediately, you jolted to attention. “Yes! Yes, sorry, everything’s fine…” Trailing off, you glanced behind you again to where the striking man had been (sighing in relief and disappointment when you found him gone) and the bartender followed your gaze. 

  He didn’t comment on your suddenly flattened demeanour but he did pat your back with something akin to support. Smiling gratefully, you grabbed the drinks and turned to make your way back to your table. 

  Halfway was about all you managed before the glasses fell from your hands and crashed to the floor with a deafening shatter. 

  The man was… sat… at your table, chatting idly to Gabe although all of his attention was seemingly on you. He also seemed to be the only one who had even registered you dropping the glasses as no one else had even batted an eyelid at your humiliating lack of self control. Bravely, you tore your eyes away from the man and looked around the room once more; everyone was either extremely kind or unfathomably oblivious to their surroundings. Good to know you weren’t the only one with no public awareness.

  Suddenly, cool sensations could be felt in each of your hands and your eyes nearly left their sockets when you beheld the glasses, the fully intact glasses, resting innocently in your hands. Beneath furrowed brows, you also noted how there was no liquid or broken glass anywhere on the floor leaving you to not only be confused, but slightly scared of what was happening to you.

  “You dare to challenge us so, little challenger?”  

  If you hadn’t been so hyper fixated on the surreality of your situation and more focused on your distinct and newfound affiliation for this man, you probably would have fainted on the spot. You may still do that, except it would be because of the barely concealed threat within his words you how erratic your breathing was becoming.

  A tickling sensation across your face temporarily calmed you. It was light and  danced across your face like dandelions floating in a breeze. Once your rapid blinking stopped, you noticed, through increasingly heavy eyelids, that the man was now standing away from the table and had a dark, grainy substance in his hand, Gabe was slouched in his seat sleeping and snoring lightly.

   Sand. This nutjob had blown sand in your face if his lowering hand from his mouth signified anything and it was causing you to grow terrifyingly tired. Was it mixed with some sort of air-bourne sedatives? Did those even exist? 

  Your growing panic didn’t seem to be lost on him before you, as he glided effortlessly over to you and began circling you. You were the prey and he was, undoubtedly, the predator. 

  Luckily, you still possessed enough coherent thought to notice his hand raising once more so you staggered backwards with the instability of a newborn deer and fell back against the bar. “No! Don’t blow anymore of that… stuff at me,” you mumbled weakly through drooping eyelashes. “What did you do to my friend?” 

  Onyx flooded your already shrouded vision. Hopelessness overwhelmed you so you thought it best to look in the eyes of the one who’d started all of this. Swallowing your remaining cowardice your lethargic head tilted up and up. Up to the almost ethereal look of his cloak, then to an entrancing light emanating from a gorgeous ruby that hung from his neck. In your peripheral, you registered his pouch of sand but that’s not what held your attention. No, it was the grotesque, skeletal, utterly ghastly mask that he now wore upon his head.

   There was no way to describe it apart from nightmarishly haunting. It was not dissimilar to a gas mask except, the eye sockets were just a little too wide, too red, and the “canister” resembled someone’s spine too much for you to even begin to comprehend just what had presented itself to you. 

  “Please… don’t hurt me,” you whispered. Tears now flowed freely down your cheeks. The fear you’d felt before now multiplied tenfold as your eyes shut for the final time, leaving you blind to his movements. 

  Bafflingly, there were no sounds of rustling fabric or distorted breaths from beyond the mask. In fact, there were no sounds at all. The creep was toying with you, how dare he take advantage of your vulnerability? Degrade you even more by delighting in your helplessness? 

  More grains of sand fluttered across your face and you quickly found yourself descending deeper into the abyss of sleep. At least you won’t be able to feel the pain, right? 

  Stuck on the bridge between consciousness and unconsciousness, you felt an arm snake beneath your knees and another supporting your shoulders. The distinct feeling of your head lolling into something that felt worryingly like the junction of someone’s neck and shoulder would’ve caused you to snap out of your exhaustion but, for the life of you, no effort to wake was rewarded. If anything, you plunged further into sleep and into a realm that should protect you. Instead, you had an inkling that whatever awaited you in sleep would not be for your benefit.

  “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), Evader of the Endless, Challenger of Ancient Laws, it has been no easy feat locating you. Prepare yourself for each of us, we are quite unforgiving of those that dare defy our ways.”

  You never heard his warning, sleep had already overtaken you by then. When you awake, who knows what will happen?

[ser-rctslcyer]

The Sandman Masterlist

Dream

Death

The Corinthian

Lucifer Morningstar

[knowbodytoldmethat]

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

[alder-saan]

Till death do us meet

life 2 : gunshots

Death of the endless x reader

Warnings : mass murder, death

Wordcount : ~1200

THIS IS THE SECOND PART. life 1 : Shooting stars

You were looking at your lesson. Why the fuck did you chose a math degree ? It was far too difficult for you. Actually, you had not been paying attention for months. Since your best friend just disappeared and blocked you on every social media, you began to wonder what was wrong with you. Sometimes you didn't want to wake up, an you just stayed in your bed all day. Sometimes you tried to motivate but in class, you understood that these "few days off" were in fact a "few weeks off". And from now on, you had to catch up on your work. The few "friends" you had (could you really call them friends? You mean, yeah, you liked them, and they seemed to like you but... You weren't that close), tried to cheer you up, unsuccessfully. You sighed. To your left, 'lyn shook you a bit.

"Hey, wake up"

"I don't understand, 'lyn"

"I know, but you will once you catch up. So don't give up. If you don't want to take notes, listen."

"Yes mom"

You sank into your chair and watch the half-empty lecture hall from the back seats. In the front row, you noticed a young woman. She was... well, beautiful. Really beautiful. You wondered if it was OK to approach someone at the end of a maths lesson that gave headaches. Anyway, what would you say to her, uh? "Hello, er... I was watching you from the back of the lecture hall and I found you beautiful. Do you want to go to the coffee shop with me?"

You knew that wasn't ridiculous. But persuading yourself was the only way you found to protect yourself from being rejected. She wasn't interested in you. No one was. No one would ever be. Your eyes rolled to the left. Marilyn was focused. You let your mind daydreaming. You thought about your best friend. Your ex best friend who just left you without a word.

About your mother who was never happy with what you did, what you became.

About your big brother, your stupid brother who left you and went in an other country. You missed him... He and his stupid hair, which he plastered back with gel. You laughed, hoping he'd change his hair style.

About your father who prefered his job over his children.

About 'lyn, who never let you down. You really liked her. But you felt guilty not to be able to be there for her like she was for you. You never told her she probably was your new best friend. You never thanked her.

About that girl, in the front row. You were sûre you had met her before. But you couldn't remember when. It seemed you always knew her. She may was your soulmate... Ugh, since when were you that mushy? Soulmates? Bullshit. You must have seen it in class but not noticed it, that's all...

" 'lyn?"

"Mmh?"

"See that girl in the front row?"

"Luna?"

"No, to her left"

"Er... the wall?"

"No, the girl with a black shirt"

"Luna is the only girl in the front row"

"The person with the black shirt then"

"I really don't see who you're tal-"

A gunshot.

Everyone froze.

An other gunshot.

The girl you saw stood up. You frowned. Why did she do that? No one else noticed her. The other students were hiding under their table, as the safety regulations provided for this type of incident. You didn't move. Why? Why did she stood up in the middle of the room. She gave the class a sad and sorry smile. Then she crossed your look.

"Can you see me?"

You nodded.

"Hide now."

You hid with Marilyn. She held your arm, silent tears rolled on her cheeks.

The door crashed open. A man entered, you recognized him. That was one of your ex best friend's friend. He had two guns. He pointed the barrel of one at a table and fired it. You startled. Then he shot the professor, under his table. He screamed in pain. Three other gunshot. He remained silent. But the girl? Where was she? You looked down the stairs, through the rectangular holes in the wood of the table.

Your eyes widened. She had now big black feathered wings. There was two teachers. One of them covered in blood, motionless, the other looked normal and the woman took his hands. She flapped her wings. For a brief moment, the second teacher was out of your sight, covered by the black wings. When you could see again, he had disappeared. All that was left was the bloody corpse.

The man turned towards the empty chairs. But all the stuff on several tables couldn't fool him. You shivered. The silence was deafening. Marilyn and you held your breaths. For how long? You didn't know.

Other gunshots.

You heard 'lyn sobbing and gasping, and students crying in pain. You couldn't stop your eyes from watching the woman, walking from table to table, fetching students from under their desks into the other world. She was so sweet with them. Wiping their tears away, hugging them, comforting them.

Luna, the third student who passed away, disappeared.

The police and ambulance sirens drilled the silence. The woman turned towards the man. He shot himself. She stood in front of him.

"It's over"

Her wings flapped. He was gone.

You came out of your hidding, not paying attention to Marilyn, next to you. You wanted to talk to the woman before she goes. She looked at you and went up the stairs.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting"

"Don't worry, you had work to do"

"I've missed you."

"What do you mean?" You said, confused.

"You don't remember? Not surprinsing though, but kinda disappointing... Anyway that's not your fault so don't worry."

You searched in your memory, giving you an excuse to close your eyes and avoid the view of the corpses, but didn't find anything.

"I... I am sorry what was I supposed to remember?"

"The shooting stars"

You frowned. The shooting stars? What did that mean? The shoo-

A shooting star, a big shooting star, with two tails. One fire-colored, one bluish. The woman. Beside you. Your kiss. Was this...

"Your previous life."

You opened your mouth. But no sound went out. You didn't know what to say.

"I must admit I quite liked your kiss... That was... brave."

"I- I need to process these things out. Can we discuss about that later? I can offer you a drink sometime... But with what happened I'm not sure it'll be today, or even tomorrow. I have to talk about this with-"

You turned towards 'lyn, still under her table. She was holding... you? Your body?

Then you saw blood on your stomach, and a whole in the wood of the table. 'lyn was crying, her hands were red, living marks on her cheeks when she wiped her tears.

"Please... tell me something..." she moaned.

Death took your hand.

"I think we need to talk about that now."

"No, no it can't be possible!"

"I'm sorry. You'll be okay"

"But I didn't thank her!"

"I'm sorry, I can't bring you back. Come here."

She ran her thumb over your cheek to remove a tear.

"But what I can do, is being sure you'll see her in your next life. You'll be able to thank her"

"Can you do that?"

"Well I'm not supposed to, but yes, I can."

"Thank you"

She cupped your head in your hands.

"Can you kiss me again, before you go ? I want to feel it one more time."

A smile appeared on your face and you kissed her.

And you were gone.

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