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๐ฆ๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐.

โน pairing: morpheus x reader
โน summary: only expecting to meet up with hob, morpheus ends up meeting someone else
โน warnings: none
โน word count: 799

morpheus follows the red arrow painted on the wall.
he is already late for his meetingโby a century and a few decadesโthough none of it his fault. but their last fight and his abrupt leaving of hob in the rain in 1889โthat, perhaps, was his. but he takes the red direction as a good sign and follow it until it leads him to an inn across the street, appropriately called "the new inn." he doesn't think it's very creative, but he doesn't say anything. he simply walks in.
his eyes first scan over the people sitting on the tables, then those ordering drinks at the bar. he keeps looking until his eyes spot a man at the far corner in a brown jacket scribbling away, a glass of beer half-drunk to his right. when he stops beside his table, the man finally looks up, an amicable glint in his brown eyes as he recognizes him. his smile comes quick after that, reassuring morpheus that he was in fact not angry.
"you're late," hob gadling says.
morpheus chuckles. "it seems i owe you an apology. i've always heard it impolite to keep one's friends waiting."
hob's smile widens. morpheus takes that as a good sign and he claims the seatโhis seatโin front of hob.
"so, my friend," morpheus begins, smiling. "how has your life been?"
hob takes a deep breath before launching into all that has happened since they last saw each other. and like the first time hob talked about his life, hob maintains his appreciation for his immortality, his eagerness to keep living, and his excitement for the future, no matter what he went and will go through. morpheus listens quietly, like always, and even asks a question or two and makes several comments to show he is enjoying the conversation.
โiโve made a new friend, too,โ hob says before he takes the last sip of his drink. โsheโs coming here, actually. i didnโt know you were showing up today, so i already had plans.โ
โthen i shall take my leave.โ
โoh, no! you should stay for a little bit and meet her.โ
โi think our meeting has been enoughโโ
โbut, sheโs already here. y/n!โ
morpheus turns as he stands, and suddenly he is facing you. you are looking up at him curiously, head tilted slightly to the left in an endearing way. your hair is in a low bun, front strands free and framing your cheeks that makes his hands itch to brush behind your ear. you are pretty, of course, enough to make the men and women passing by to take a second look at you, but itโs the way youโre looking at him, a complete stranger who has always looked scary to others, unafraid and innocently curious, that makes morpheus stop.
then you blink and you smile. it's the kind of smile reserved for strangers who you wished weren't one. it pushes your cheeks up, making the growing pink flush on them more noticeable to his eyes.
โhello,โ you say. your voice is gentleโthe gentlest anyone has spoken to morpheus in a centuryโand he is surprised at how he has to put a hand on the table to keep his knees from buckling.
โah. this is y/n. y/n, this is...an old friend of mine.โ
morpheus turns back to hob. โI think i should like a drink, now.โ
hob looks at him with confusion. in all their meetings, hob had always set out food for him and he had never touched it. โyouโโ
morpheus looks pointedly at his empty glass. โand i think you need some more too.โ
โif youโre getting this round, hob, then iโd like one too,โ you add, glancing at morpheus with a teasing glint in your eyes to say you were in on his game.
morpheus canโt help but look at you pleased and a bit amused.
โyouโโ hob starts.
โquickly, hob! before a line forms.โ you pull hob out of his seat and gently shove him in the barโs direction.
โhe's known her for five seconds and he's already given her his name,โ hob mutters as he walks to the bar. โnot to mention making me buy her a drink.โ
you slide into hobโs seat with a chuckle. โi didnโt get your name,โ you say.
morpheus glances at hob, his friend for several centuries who still knew nothing about morpheus, not even his name. Then he thinks about lucienne who, if present, would introduce him by his many formal titles.
but to you, with your lively eyes, pretty smile, and the faint pink on your cheeks that he has already grown to like and which he thinks heโll like even more if he was the cause of it, he simply says, โmorpheus. call me morpheus.โ

๐ฎ๐๐๐ต๐ผ๐ฟ'๐ ๐ป๐ผ๐๐ฒ: ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐ฟ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐ผ๐พ๐๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ป ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐๐? ๐๐พ๐๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐. ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ผ๐พ๐๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ ๐ป๐พ๐ผ๐บ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ฝ๐พ ๐๐บ๐ ๐ป๐พ๐บ๐๐๐๐ฟ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐พ๐๐ฝ๐๐๐๐? ๐๐พ๐.
๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง!

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โน pairing: morpheus x reader
โน summary: you're missing, and morpheus nearly goes insane in longing and desperation in his search for you
โน tags: angst, morpheus copes (he doesn't) with you gone, established relationship
โน warnings: spoilers for 1.06, 1.07, & 1.08
โน word count: 3039

โน previous part: prologue/teaser
โน up next: part ii
โน now playing: everything i wanted by billie eilish
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The first person Morpheus swallows his pride and asks for helping regarding your whereabouts, is his sister.
After enduring an earful from her not of not trusting her and being too prideful to ask for help when you were concerned, Death reassures him that she did not reap you in the years you were gone.
"I kept my word to you, brother. I did not touch Y/N. But I have reaped many who came across her," Death says.
"Y/N killed them?" Morpheus asks, surprised. Though the laws that keep an Endless from hurting mortals does not apply to you, you tried not to take their lives anyway.
"No. At least, not directly." Death drops her voice to a whisper. "The humans call her the Lady of the Whispers. She's a notorious serial killer, Dream!"
"Have you talked to her?"
Death shakes her head. "She hasn't allowed me to get close to her. I sometimes see her when I reap the humans she leaves behind, but she never says anything to me. She just runs away."
They are silent for a while. Morpheus aggressively throws a chunk of bread at a pigeon, hitting it on the head, while Death makes small conversation with a man playing soccer.
"I think she's using her powers," she says finally.
"She would never abuse it," he says immediately. He might not know what you were doing or why you were doing it, but his trust in your remains unwavering. There was a reason you possessed the power you did.
"You need to find her, brother," Death says. "Before someone finds her first."
She faces the street as a car collides with the man playing soccer. Unbeknownst to the man in question, he jogs over with the ball, whistling at how the car had missed him. Death gives him a warm smile and links their arms as she proceeds to explain while they walk away.
Morpheus' gaze darkens at her back, and for a moment, his eyes look like hot, twin white stars. "I know," he says quietly.

Hob Gadling is the second person he swallows his pride for you for.
"I haven't seen her since the last time I saw the two of you together a few centuries back," Hob says.
'A few centuries back' was when he and Hob had a fight after Hob accused him of being in need of companionship. In Morpheus' defence, he was more prideful then. More than that, to suggest he was lonely despite having you, his wife, was an insult to you that he would not stand for. It had been you who demanded he apologize, but by the time he followed you to the pub (his punishment had been your refusal to hold his arm) Hob was gone.
"You better show up here in a hundred years," you told him firmly.
"For you, my love, I will. Now give me your hand before someone mistakes you for not being taken for."
You lightly hit his arm. "Not for me, Morpheus! For Hob! He's your friend, whether you like it or not. And you need someone apart from me. Who will you have if something happens to me and we are apart?"
He hadn't glorified that question with an answer. He simply grabbed your hand himself and refused to let go.
His capture led him to missing his and Hob's next appointment and being late to fulfilling his promise to you. But here he was, fulfilling it, and you weren't here to see it or to finally offer your hand.
Morpheus sighs heavily as he straightens in his seat.
"Just because I haven't seen Y/N, doesn't mean I haven't heard about her," Hob says. Though the New Inn is boisterously loud, Hob drops his voice to a hush and leans forward. "I hear there's a bounty on her head."
Morpheus looks at him warningly. "Have you tried to claim it?"
"What? No! Of course not! The opposite. She's more my friend than you are. I tried to offer her refuge, but she never replied to my attempts at contacting her. I did manage to see her once by pure coincidence."
Morpheus doesn't bother trying to contain his eagerness. "How did she look? Did she say anything about me?"
"She looked terrible," Hob admits. "Exhausted and always looking over her shoulder. And no, she didn't say anything about you. She didn't say anything at all, actually. It was quite odd. Maybe her tongue got cut offโ"
"I'll cut your tongue off, Hob Gadling, if you dare voice such insolent thoughts again about my wife."
Hob chugs the rest of his drink in apology. But Hob's words aren't the first time Morpheus heard you refusing to talk to anyone. The few dreams and nightmares who also caught a fleeting glimpse at you also reported that although you recognized them, you didn't utter a single word to them. A normal person would have taken this as confirmation that you had turned your back on your duties as his wife and Lady of the Dreaming. But Morpheus knew you. He had loved you for more years than you were official his. That, plus the murders associated in your wake, causes the suspicions in Morpheus to grow.
He needs to find you.
Sooner rather than later, if not for his sanity, then for the good of the waking world.

Morpheus enters his throne room, exhaustion and longing for you nearly bringing him to his knees.
He doesn't have the strength to walk all the way up his staircase, so he settles for sitting on the fourth stepโyour stepโand drapes his coat around him.
His throne room is large and barrenโa sign that your touch was missing. When you were by his side, you had conjured ivies to scale the walls and flowers to drip from the ceiling. The multi-coloured lights from the stained glass windows would blend nicely with the streaks of gold from the candlelights and chandeliers you had placed throughout. The mere presence of you brought him warmth.
Morpheus doesn't think he'd ever felt as cold as he does now.
Outside, he hears hushed whispers between Mervyn, Matthew, and Lucienne. They are debating whether not is the right time or not to ask him about you, or if that'll earn them a front row seat to being unmade.
Truthfully, Morpheus doesn't know what he'll do either. All he knows is that he's so tired and misses you, like a starving man longs for food or a drowning man desperate for air. The pain of missing you makes it hard to move, but it's the thoughts of you that threatens to drive him insaneโneither is a good state to be in for the Endless responsible for everyone's dreams.
If they were drawing sticks, Lucienne must have pulled the short end.
She sticks her head past the door, not daring to take another step. "May I disturb you, lord?" she says, attempting to hide the fear in her voice by sounding cool and formal as she normally does.
Though he barely had two seconds to rest, he pushes himself up. "Speak, Lucienne."
She takes a deep breath before crossing the room to him. She talks about menial things first, like how Cain and Abel seem to have accepted his apology with Goldie and how the dream folk are planning to throw a celebration for his return, which they have invited him to come.
He says no. It was always you who dragged him to these things, and you are not there.
"What is it you really want to ask, Lucienne?"
"It's not only from me," she says slowly, "but your other subjects as well."
Morpheus already knows what she's going to say, and at the thought of your name, his exhaustion grows heavier against his limbs, threatening to send him to the floor.
"Now that your tools have been returned to you, and many of your subjects are back in the Dreaming, the dream folk are wondering where Lady Y/N is and why you have not come for her yet."
"I do hope that question is not from lack of faith that I have abandoned my wife," Morpheus says sourly, although he knows that is not the case. Lucienne had already been by his side when he met you. She witnessed the years he pined after you, counselled him into acting on his emotions and courting you, and it was she who officiated your wedding and watched the blissful years after. While he appreciated Lucienne's loyalty to him as his librarian, he also knows Lucienne and you had become close enough to be friends, to the point that she would sometimes let go of formalities and call you by her name. If anyone was to know how much you meant to him, it would be her.
"Of course not, lord," Lucienne says, as expected, "but it has been days since you have returned to full strength. How can you bear to be away from her any more than you have to?"
"I cannot."
Lucienne pauses. "My lord?"
"I cannot bear being from her for so long," Morpheus admits, and he lets his tiredness show by taking his seat on your step once more. He sighs heavily as he looks up at her. "She is my wife, Lucienne."
"Perhaps you can ask your siblingsโ"
"No." Morpheus scowls at the idea. He had already done enough by asking Death and a human. If any of his other siblings found out he was incapable of finding youโDesire, especiallyโthen there would be real cause to fear for your safety.
"I can still feel her," Morpheus murmurs. "She is somewhere out there, alive. I will find her, Lucienne. You can tell my subjects that their lady will be back."
"You know," Lucienne says after a pause. "That was the last thing Y/N said about you."
Morpheus tries not to recoil from what her words imply. According to Lucienne, you had not entered the Dreaming since your last attempt at rescuing him, which was also the day Jessamy died. As heartbroken as he was witnessing the death of his beloved raven, he was even more terrified at what could have happened to you that prevented you from protecting Jessamy. You never would have let her go down to that basement unguarded and unprotected. You cared for the bird more than Morpheus did. Whatever happened that day, whatever stopped you from going downstairs, must be linked to whatever you were running from.
But what? What could you possibly be running from?
Was it him? Had the century of being apart taught you that you didn't love him as much as you thought you did, and like his other dreams and nightmares, you took your shot at freedom and left? Was he the threat you were running from?
"I will find her," Morpheus repeats. "But wherever she is, she must be safe." Lucienne frowns but he continues. "No one knows who she truly is to me, and she would not have told others. She has to be safeโ"
"She is not safe, lord Morpheus."
He looks up at her immediately. Suddenly, he's standing before her and Lucienne takes a step back in surprise.
"What did you say?" he asks lowly, the words scratching his throat.
"Forgive me, lord. I thought you were aware."
He shoots her a look, as if to remind her where he had been the past century. "Aware of what, Lucienne?"
"There is a bounty on lady Y/N's head."
Morpheus struggles not to stagger back. Was this another one of Desire's games? Perhaps Desire had looped Despair into one of their ploys? Though Desire had not been invited to the wedding, Delirium had been, and he had no doubt Desire's had intimidated their youngest sibling into telling them everything.
"For what?" he manages. "Because she's my wife?"
"For being your wife," Lucienne answers, "and for being one of your tools."
For a few seconds, he is unable to speak. He simply stares at Lucienne, waiting for her to say she was joking or mistaken, but she does neither. The secrecy of you being one of his tools was the only thing Morpheus had to reassure himself that you were safe. But if that was out, then...
Lucienne meets his gaze, reaffirming the truth behind her words.
"That's not possible," he finally says. "Few people knew of that ceremony. Fewer still attended and can confirm it happened."
"It was the Corinthian, sir."
The Corinthian. His pride and joy. His greatest masterpiece and the first nightmare you helped him with.
His rogue nightmare left a bitter taste in Morpheus' mouth. The Corinthian had been at the power transference ceremonyโa sign that Morpheus truly loved his nightmare the most. His defiance was already heartbreaking enough, but now this? You? This was unforgivable.
Morpheus didnโt even want to imagine what sort of prize could be promised for the wife of an Endless, let alone for being one of his tools. Was that what he left you? Loneliness and enemies? Did you resent him for that? Was that why you had not returned or called to him for help? He had no reason for falling out of love with you in the century you were apart, but it seems that you had plenty of reasons to fall out of love with him.
"My theory is that something happened between him and her the day she ran away. What, I do not know. But Matthew reported the same thing: he heard whispers of a bounty placed on the wife of the Dream King by the Corinthian."
Rage simmered in Morpheus, and the Dreaming responded as such. Across his realm, the land trembled. Volcanoes bloomed and exploded, lava rapidly surging forth as a message to the Dreamingโs inhabitants that all was at the mercy of their king and his rapidly declining patience at his missing wife.
But in the library, Morpheus remains eerily still. "You may go conduct that census now, Lucienne," he says.
She stands there for a few more moments, as if wondering whether she should press the problem that was you. Thankfully, her years of servitude has taught her of his limits, and she departs with a dip of the head.
Morpheus waves his hand, locking the doors behind her. Only then does he released a long, exhausted breath as he sinks to his back on your step. A hot tear spills over his cheek as he touches the step, remember the days you and him have spent on it. Talking sometimes, kissing on others. He can feel your lips on him still, but it's starting to fade like a dream.
He is drowning in his grief for you. If missing you had not been enough, now he is plagued with fear that perhaps you did not want to be found. Did you blame him for your predicament? Did you hate him? Morpheus doesn't think he'd be able to handle not seeing love in your eyes if you look at him? And if he sees resentment, he thinks that might just break him.
How painful it is, he thinks, to grieve for the living. How unbearably painful it is.

It takes Lucienne a few days to conduct the census.
When she finishes, Morpheus is in a slightly better mood. She talks about the census first, then the three major missing arcana: Gault, the Corinthian, and Fiddler's Green. One was unsurprising, the second expected, but Fiddler's Green was hurtful. It was in Fiddler's Green he had married you, after all. Now he had lost another part of you.
When Lucienne brings up the vortex, Morpheus is smiling as he corrects her on the vortex not being an 'it' but a 'she'.
Lucienne eyes him suspiciously. "You don't seem worried."
"Rose Walker will be my answer and solution," Morpheus declares.
"But she is a vortex. She is not a solution. She is one of our problems!"
"You said it yourself, Lucienne. She is a vortex. Sooner or later, she will bring them all to her: Gault, the Corinthian, Fiddler's Green. My wife."
Lucienne is struck silent for a few moments, and he can see that is she is torn between listening to her duty as the Dreamingโs librarian and her loyalty to you as her friend. In the end, she picks duty, and Morpheus does not blame her for that. Neither would you, if you heard her. After all, you would have said the same thing.
"But she could destroy the realm first," Lucienne says nervously.
"I will take that risk if it means finding her. I've built my realm once and rebuilt it another time. With my wife back at my wise, both will be easier to accomplish."
"But sirโ"
"I will hear none of this any longer. You may go tell my subjects that the Lady of the Dreaming will be returning son." Morpheus smiles towards the ceiling at his conjured image of Rose Walker. "I will ensure it."

When Rose Walker dreams her way to his throne room, uninvited but welcomed, Morpheus' worry about the vortex' growing powers is superseded by the hope that you will find your way to her soon enough.
"She shouldn't be here," Lucienne says agitatedly.
"No," Morpheus says, eyeing his solution with fascination, "but I should like her to stay."
As he explains to her what and where she is, he thinks of you. "I need you to look for someone for me, Rose Walker," Morpheus says as he finishes circling her. "Y/N. She is neither a dream or a nightmare. She is my wife. When you find her, you must tell me. But first, I need you to tell her something."
Morpheus bends close and Rose and whispers the words into her ear. he waits for her to nod in understanding before straightening.
"But how will I know who she is?" Rose asks. "Do you have a picture?"
Morpheus turns towards the painting on the wall of you. He points to the marble statue in the midst of the water fountain that is of your body, which he had carved with his own bare hands from memory. Then he summons a flower to spiral down from the ceiling and land in Rose's palm. All mementos of you.
"Believe me," Morpheus says with a smile. "You'll know it's her. My wife is...unmistakeable."
"Can I have her name, at least?"
"Y/N," Morpheus says tenderly. He always says your name that way. Borderline a reverent whisper like you are the goddess he's praying to. "Her name is Y/N."

ษชษด แดสแด ษดแดxแด แดแดสแดโฆ
Your throat is throbbing. You touch your throat gingerly, and you don't need a mirror to know that the handprints of that man are visible against your skin. But even as you cough, the motion raw against your raw throat, you don't stop running.
You catch sight of a hotel, and you feel relief as you turn away from the road and bolt up the hill to the building. It'll be easier to hide in one of the many rooms, but the guarantee of people in the hotel was cause for concern. But as long as you keep your mouth shut, all should be fine.
You slow into a walk as you pass a trio of people in the parking lot. Name tags dangle from their chest, one of who is named, The Music Teacher. In the centuries you've been alive, you've never heard such an in-depth and seriously spoken topic about their favourite methods of cooking barbecue and collecting grills.
As you hurry inside, you pass by a sign that reads: CEREAL CONVENTION.
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09/03/22 ๐ฒ๐ฑ๐ถ๐: ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐ 24 ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐บ๐ฝ ๐บ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ป๐ ๐บ๐ผ๐ ๐๐บ๐. ๐'๐ ๐๐ฟ๐ฟ๐๐ผ๐๐บ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐พ๐, ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐'๐ ๐ป๐พ ๐ผ๐๐๐ฟ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐'๐ ๐๐พ๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ๐!

๐ฎ๐๐๐ต๐ผ๐ฟ'๐ ๐ป๐ผ๐๐ฒ: ๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐บ๐ฟ๐ ๐๐พ๐ฟ๐๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ผ๐พ? ๐บ๐ ๐ ๐ป๐พ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐? ๐๐ ๐ป๐พ๐ผ๐บ๐๐๐พ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐ผ๐พ, ๐ ๐ฝ๐๐'๐ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ?
๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐? ๐๐๐พ ๐บ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐บ๐๐๐พ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐ผ๐พ๐๐. ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐พ ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐บ ๐๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐ฟ๐พ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ผ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ป๐ ๐, ๐ ๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐ ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ!
๐ฟ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ป๐๐๐๐ ๐พ๐๐ผ๐พ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐พ๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐พ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ผ๐๐พ๐พ๐. ๐๐บ๐ ๐ ๐บ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐พ๐๐พ๐. ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐บ๐ ๐ ๐. ๐๐พ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐บ๐๐พ๐๐.

โฐโโค ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ญ๐ช๐ด๐ต!
โฐโโค ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง!

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I want to say, I've read two of your fics and already I'm amazed by your writing. I have a strong feeling I'll read anything you produce with Dream in it :D Even if it's Dream x Reader going grocery shopping. Or Dream learning to drive. Or Dream at an animal shelter just meowing back and forth at the cats cause he is a big kitten himself. Anything.
๐๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ <3
๐บ๐ ๐๐, ๐ฝ๐๐พ๐บ๐ ๐ ๐พ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐พ? ๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐'๐ ๐บ ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐พ๐บ๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐ฝ๐ผ๐บ๐๐๐๐โฆ? ๐
๐ป๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐ฝ ๐๐พ ๐๐ฟ ๐ ๐๐๐ผ๐ ๐๐ฝ๐พ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐บ๐ ๐ผ๐บ๐๐๐พ ๐ ๐ผ๐บ๐ ๐ฝ๐พ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐ ๐๐พ๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐ป๐พ๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐ฟ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ฝ๐๐ฟ๐ฟ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐ผ๐พ ๐ป๐พ๐๐๐พ๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐พ, 2%, 1%, ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ("๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐๐ผ๐พ๐๐๐บ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐พ๐ฟ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ผ๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ป๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐๐?" ๐๐พ ๐บ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐พ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐พ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐พ๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ผ๐พ๐๐๐บ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐.) ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐ป๐พ ๐บ ๐๐๐๐ ๐พ ๐บ๐๐๐ ๐พ ๐ฝ๐พ๐ฝ๐๐ผ๐บ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐พ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ (๐๐๐บ๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ ๐ฝ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ฝ๐พ ๐บ๐ ๐๐พ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐ฝ ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐บ ๐๐๐บ๐ฝ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐พ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐บ๐๐ ๐ป๐พ๐๐๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐)
๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ค | ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ซ๐๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฉ ๐ ๐จ๐๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐.


โน pairing: jeon jungkook x reader
โน summary: the inevitability of being in a relationship with a popular kpop idol
โน tags: idol!jungkook, author!reader, secret relationship, fanboy jungkook, female reader, established relationship
โน warnings: fluff with swearing
โน word count: 1563

you always knew it was going to happen
and not just because both of you were ready to announce it. you always knew your relationship was going to get leaked because of who jungkook was and because of who you were. your status as an author wasn't as popular as that of a kpop idol, but being a famous author meant you weren't as obscure as you'd like. there were photos and videos of you on the internet which others could digest to learn about you
you had come to terms with it when you answered jungkook's question to be his girlfriend. this was simply one of the requirements to date a member of bts. being in a secret relationship was as beneficial for him as for you. and you never really minded. as an author, you wanted an obscure life. sharing your relationship to the world wasn't an integral part of your relationship
the plot twist of it all was that it would end up being your boyfriend himself who leaked your relationship
you would think that jeon jungkook, member of bts since he was fifteen, would be used to keeping aspects of his life well hidden from the camera. that he, of all people, would be used to it. and honestly, he thought that of himself too
until he met you
turns out, he didn't like the secret aspect of your relationship that much. and when jungkook doesn't like something, he doesn't put much effort into it
he starts dropping the most obvious hints. everyone already knows that he was a fan of your workโthat in itself already broke headlines since jungkook had always admitted to not being much of a readerโbut he starts to praise you on every social media outlet he has. arms on vlive, instagram, twitter, and weverse are now subjected to his praises of your work and you as an author
of course, some fans will defend him by saying he's just being a fan and should be allowed to express interest in someone without being shipped. and he is a fan. but he's also in love with you. and the smile on his face that pops up whenever he talks about you becomes the biggest evidence that he has feelings for you
on vlive, to an audience of ten million people, he makes the "mistake" of showing his phone to the camera to show the time and also reveals you as his lockscreen. not just that, but the picture he has of you is one no one has seen before (yes, the internet went digging through it and confirmed his lockscreen was the only one. cue some of your readers asking him for that picture.) he has the audacity to act all baffled in front of the camera and don't comment on it. but you're there behind the camera when this happens, and he looks at you with a shit-eating grin as you glower at him
then its revealed this man has a fan page (the magic of army and the internet). you might be an author, but he's a kpop idol, and he's only knows how to be a kpop fan. that picture he has of you as his lock screen? he uploaded it. not all the pictures are privately, of course. some are from public events that he took of you from backstage. but the pictures are up for all to see, much to your incredulousness
he shows his bookshelf once. because he doesn't actually read anything but your book, it's basically just a shrine dedicated to you. he has each version of your book. though he read the korean translated version of your book first, he does own the english version and uses that to study and learn english. (expect him to say your lines to you as that's what he learned.) and let's not get started on him making fan art
you are much better at hiding your relationship. in fact, you give nothing away, and this annoys jungkook a little bit. how could you not mention him in your every sentence? you were dating, weren't you?
the next time you do a live video where you answer questions from your readers, he purposefully texts you. the first time, it was innocent and encouraging, which makes you blush and grow pink as you grow aware that he's watching you
the next time he texts you, it's explicit. this time, you're flustered and turn red. you reader picks up on it your reactions and ask you what you read and who it was. you stumble and say, "it's myโ" but stop immediately. you clear your throat and say no one before tossing your phone to the side, much to jungkook's glee on the other side of the live
his public admiration for your work obviously starts to have an impact on your own image. during an interview for your upcoming book, you're caught off guard when the interviewer suddenly asks you for your favourite bts member. it's known that you were an army, of course, so you don't think much of it. you name your bias, which happens to not be jungkookk
jungkook explodes. he posts a video of him reacting to it and acting heartbroken
then the internet explodes. memes are made of his reaction, and more attention is thrown in your direction. questions are asked if you were aware of having captured jungkook's attention.
enter whiny jungkook era
he whines about not being able to show off anything about your relationship (as if he's already been doing a good job.) to appease him, you concede and allow both of you to publicly show a couple accessory. you didn't think he would be the type to want couple accessories and you hoped he'd shoot it down, but this man was fucking thrilled. (you should have known, considering how many accessories he wears). you said something low-key and could be brushed off as coincidental if even noticed
you suggest a ring. a simple band with each other's name or birthday engraved on the inside
he suggests a necklace with your letter hanging from his and his letter hanging from yours. (you smack him for that.)
its what you give him as a birthday present that you find your solution. with him being an idol from korea and you a writer from your country, you're in a long distance relationship for most of the year. not only are you physically separated, but there's a time difference as well
that's why you buy him a pair of watches that are able to display dual time zones. on his watch: korea and your country. on yours: your country and korea. it's perfect as its both a couple accessory but also functional. he does pout at not thinking of it first and you had to pay for it, but you brush it off with a kiss on his cheek and whispering to him, happy birthday
then it happens
the two of you are spotted for the first time
and it's all jungkook's fault
of course people were going to see you two together. he went to your fucking book launch. he stood in line to get his book signed with nothing but a cap that didn't hide his distinguishable jawline, his iconic smile, and his lip piercing
jungkook even brought one of those huge-ass fan cameras and took pictures of you the whole time. as this was a book signing and not a kpop meet and greet, he became very obvious and attracted everyone's attention. when you read the first chapter of your book out loud, he clapped the loudest and even shouted your name. (just be glad he didn't start a fanchant)
"i'm a big fan," he says with a shit-eating grin when it's his turn as you smile murderously at him
when the event is over, you hit him on the arm repeatedly. he only gets you to stop when he wraps his arms around you and holds you close to him, chest to chest. he looks down at you with a pout and admits the truth you already know: he doesn't want to hide your relationship anymore

"I ๐ฝ๐๐'๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฝ๐พ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐ฝ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ," ๐๐พ ๐บ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐. T๐๐พ ๐ ๐๐๐๐-๐๐พ๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐บ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐พ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐บ๐ผ๐พ๐ฝ ๐ป๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐๐. T๐๐บ๐'๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. H๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฝ๐ ๐บ๐๐พ๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐ป๐๐ ๐บ ๐ผ๐๐๐ผ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐. A๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐พ๐. "I ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐'๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ. I ๐ฝ๐๐'๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฝ๐พ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐'๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐.
I๐'๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ผ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐. H๐๐ ๐๐๐ผ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐. "W๐พ๐ ๐ , ๐ ๐ฝ๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐'๐๐พ ๐ป๐พ๐พ๐ ๐๐๐ผ๐ผ๐พ๐๐๐ฟ๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐พ," ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐, ๐๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ผ๐ ๐๐๐๐บ๐๐ฝ.
"W๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ป๐ ๐๐ผ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ?"
"Wi๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐?"
H๐พ ๐๐พ๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐บ๐ผ๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ. "Y๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐," ๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ป๐พ๐๐๐พ๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐พ๐.
"I ๐ฝ๐, K๐๐๐," ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐. "I ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐."
H๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ป๐บ๐ผ๐, ๐ป๐พ๐บ๐๐๐๐. "I ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐."

the next day, you and jungkook post a picture of each other from the book launch. jungkook praises his girlfriend for being the best writer he knows, while you thank jungkook for coming out and being your biggest fan
"jagiya!"

๐ฎ๐๐๐ต๐ผ๐ฟ'๐ ๐ป๐ผ๐๐ฒ: ๐๐บ๐๐๐ ๐ป๐๐๐๐๐ฝ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐! ๐๐๐บ๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐ป๐พ๐๐๐ ๐บ ๐๐พ๐ผ๐พ๐๐๐บ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐บ๐ผ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ฟ๐พ
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What exactly are the readers powers/abilities in the fourth tool?
๐๐บ๐๐ ๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐ โ ๐๐พ๐บ๐ฝ๐พ๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐พ๐๐ผ๐๐๐ป๐พ๐ฝ ๐พ๐๐๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐๐ ๐ โ ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐'๐ ๐ ๐ป๐พ ๐๐บ๐ฝ๐พ ๐๐๐ผ๐ ๐ผ๐ ๐พ๐บ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐ฝ๐พ๐๐ผ๐๐๐ป๐พ๐ฝ :)
๐๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐๐ง'๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐๐ ๐๐ฌ.


โน pairing: the corinthian x reader
โน summary: how your favourite nightmare loves. this is a slightly dark version, as the corinthian is a nightmare. you don't expect someone like him to love someone in a good, pure way, do you?
โน warnings: descriptions of violence (eyeball popping), borderline nsfw (in par with his character since his only scenes are either being a serial killer or serial fucker)
โน word count: 3193

๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฑ๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ณ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฟ๐บ๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป with a voice that oozes charisma and is thick and sweet like honey, (makes you want to open your mouth to him), you bet words will be the love language he uses in abundance. but is he talking to you sweetly or manipulating you? does it really matter?
morpheus seems to have given the corinthian the verbal skills he himself lacks
this nightmare is a talker. as you can see by how hooked everyone is on his words, from little jed, naive rose, and by inspiring a cult of serial killers, this man knows how to use his looks and his words to get people to do what he wants: to trust him
but the first time he meets you, he is speechless
the person he's talking to and who he was going to kill later that evening, is forgotten as he's too struck to do anything else but look at you curiously. your eyes meet across the room, and the room goes in a bit of a haze as all he can see is you.
obsessed with you immediately, and he doesn't even know why (guess he takes after his creator in having intense, all-consuming relationships)
approaches you and talks to you immediately. in minutes, has your back against a wall, his body covering yours from others and has your attention the entire night. has one hand on the wall beside your head
stands close enough that you can smell his aftershave and woodsy cologne
he has never lathered on as much sweet talk to a person as he did that night to you
by the end of the night, you are as consumed by him as he is by you
he loves to talk to you. domestic bliss with him is him telling you all about his dayโthe weather, the news, what he had for lunch
abundance of pet names, but mostly sweetheart, baby, and a little darlingโall said with that slowed, drawl of his that just hearing is enough to make you tense and your breath hitch
enter: praise talk (is this still sfw?)
he'll praise you for every single thing you do, and make it sound like you did it for him. after awhile, you get used to his praises and get hooked on it. you start doing things just to hear him praise you, and don't you worry, he will
he does this thing where he watches you from the side as you do something, then he'll praise you
"i see you for who you truly are." (did i just take out of context the quote he said to serial killers? yes)
builds up your self confidence with an onslaught of compliments and praise
"you look beautiful, darling."
"with that on, everyone in the room will be staring at you and grow envious of me for being with you."
never lets you doubt yourself and your abilities for one second
is actually quite encouraging for whatever your aspirations are. who is he to judge, after all?
the first time you try to take someone's eyeballs, he's standing off to the side, leaning cooly against the wall, his tongue running over his lips from how dry they've become at watching the person he loves doing something he loves. but taking eyeballs is careful work, and you fail. the nerve snaps in half
at the first dismayed sound you release, he's by your side immediately and cupping your face, murmuring reassurances that you did so well for the first time and he's so proud of you
he shows you how proud by taking your hand and placing it over the tent in his pants
the first time you successfully take someone's eyeballs, his praises are said with a voice low and from the back of his throat
"well done, sweetheart."
"you did so good, baby. so good."
he moves in front of you and takes the eyeballs from your hand, but you move your hand away. he's confused at first, but then you raise your other hand towards his shades and remove themโall while looking at him with innocent eyes that have become slightly hooded with lust and adrenaline
he drops to a fucking knee and tilts his head up at you. he looks at you reverently, like you are the only higher being he'd submit to. he holds onto your wrist, more to steady himself than control you, as you bring the eyeball to one of his eyes (or is it still called mouths?), never breaking eye contact all the while
and when he's done, and you kiss away the blood that escapes down his cheek, he rises and kisses you hard and leaving you with no sense of direction but him, him, him
๐พ๐๐ฎ๐น๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐ถ๐บ๐ฒ the corinthian has always been demanding with your time, but after morpheus is released, he starts bringing you everywhere you go. he doesn't know if it's to keep you safe so morpheus can't take you from him, or him just wanting to spend as much fleeting time as he can with you.
the two of you are stuck to the hip, and it's not you being clingy, but him, not that he'd ever admit it
it's him who insists that he go everywhere with you in case something bad happens?
corruption kink
you're definitely innocent the first time he meets you. but there's something in your eyes that's not quite...right. you're innocent but accepting. too accepting. meaning you'll see a person commit the most atrocious act and still somehow understand them. empathize with them
it turns him on, not gonna lie
takes you with him on his kills
the first time he does, it's a test to see if you'll scream and run away and he has to take your eyeballs
you don't and pass his test
the next few times, you don't do anything. you just stand or sit to the side while he does his usual thing at the office
but one day, he sees it. a glint of interest in your eye. the tilt of your head that tells him you're interested in whatever you're watching and trying to memorize it.
he confirms his suspicions when he beckons you to come over to him with a tilt of his head. he nearly forgets to kill his victim as he's too busy kissing you against the wall
from then on, you alternate
while killing them is more satisfying to him, it's the way you feed him afterwards that makes him willing to let you kill since that intimacy always brings him to his knees
but during off hours when you're both not being an infamous serial killer couple, you both like to sightsee
the corinthian has been to a lot of places in the past hundred years, and has grown to like travelling just so he can experience many countries'โฆdelicacies
you accompany him as you fly business class everywhere. coliseum in rome. great wall of chine. northern lights in iceland
he's also a surprisingly good babysitter
exhibit a: that episode with jed (yes, he was lowkey kidnapping him), showed that he's good at handling them. (he teased jed if he wanted to drive and kept him safe from that one serial killer)
so when the time comes that you ask him to babysit someone with you, he's actually quite good
the kids like and trust him immediately
seeing you with them could give you baby fever, and the smirk on his face tells you he knows what he's doing
he's that cool, laidback dad who lets you do things the other parent doesn't as long as you keep your mouth shut for it
(why am i alternating between nsfw headcanons and dad headcanons?)
๐ฝ๐ต๐๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐น ๐๐ผ๐๐ฐ๐ต did you see how firm yet gentle he was with the people he hooked up with? this nightmare will caress you too ruin
caress
that's the only appropriate word to describe how this man touches you. the brush of his knuckles against your cheek while you sit on the edge of the bed while he stands in between your legs
sometimes closes your eyes with the pad of his thumb and gently rubs it
some couples get kisses on the cheek or the forehead
you get them on your eyes
he'll gently close them with the paid of his thumb and rub it slightly. then he presses a soft, lingering kiss against that soft, fragile skin that protects the organ he loves the most
has a thing for pushing you against objects when kissing you (exhibit b: pushes roommate-lover against bed, pushes fake serial killer-lover against wall)
shoves you on the bed before getting on top of you
pushes you against a wall, hands cupping both sides of your face, forcing you to stay still as he kisses his way with you
grows aware that you need oxygen to breathe but he needs your kisses more than you need that
the first time you remove his glasses, he's surprised at how intimate that is, and how he falters at your touch. the first time you do it is also the first time he realizes that his emotions for you surpass lust and he might actually love youโwhatever that entails
and when this does happen, he just gets so much more protective of you
and possessive
in public, hand always on your waist
kisses you (with tongue and lip biting) for the entire world and their mother to see
might even kiss you in front of morpheus to show off to his maker what he has and what morpheus doesn't
even with shades on, there's still intense eye contact
it's the way his entire body faces you
does this thing where he stands behind you, his chest warm and flush against your back. crooks a finger around your hair to brush it back, then hovers his lips right next to your ear so you can feel his whispers and it makes you shiver. he then presses a kiss to your neck, as if he's pleased with the reaction he's elicited from you
you know that couple thing where the boy will stand behind a girl and put his hands over hers as he teaches her how to play golf, or do billiards, or during pottery? that's him when teaching you the proper way to pop out an eyeball
his calloused hands wrapping over your soft hands around the hard handle of a knife
that same hand trailing up your arm, down the side of your chest, brushing your waist, then coming to a rest on your hip as he grips you slightly while bending you over
the protectiveness that grows after morpheus is freed, is also laced with a desperation to stay with you
on one hand, he holds out hope that he'll stop morpheus from taking him so he can stay with you. on the other hand, there's a feeling of inevitability and he can feel himself running out of time with you
he becomes softer but firmer with you
each kiss lasting longer than the last
starts to savour you. whispers his last prayers against your skin. draws his apologies on your arms
he stares at you more often, as if trying to commit your face to memory because if he is unmade, it could be centuries that have passed before he is made again. he doesn't know if he'll retain memories of you, but either way, you'll be long gone
and when the time comes that morpheus catches up to him and he is unmade, morpheus is able to feel the genuine love the corinthian had for you
because the corinthian didn't want you to stay with him, but him to stay with you
you become the corinthian's sole redeeming quality, and as you wail and plead against morpheus' coat to bring him back or to unmake you too, morpheus takes pity and grant your wish: which one is up to you to decide
๐ฎ๐ฐ๐๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐ฒ what else do you expect a serial killer nightmare to do for the person he loves? kill for them, of course. scaring others is what he was made for anyways
the first time you tell him someone's been giving you some trouble at school or at work, that someone ends up dead with their eyeballs taken out
the corinthian takes you out for dinner in a restaurant directly in front of that someone's apartment. as you eat dinner in front of a window, rather than be engrossed in the flickering candlelights, you focus on the blue and red lights of the police cars and hear the ambulance sirens as they load the dead body up to an ambulance that's heading straight to the morgue
happens every time you tell him about someone giving you trouble, even if it was just them cutting in line by accident. sometimes, he tells you what he did to them. other times, he doesn't
it's no problem to him, really. think of it as you packing him a little...snack
given that he bleeds charisma, parties are a regular occurrence for both of you
he makes you be his plus one to the parties he's invited to, and when you're invited to go to a party, he expects you to ask him to be your plus one as well
always has a hand around your waist during these events
kisses your cheek occasionally
if you're wearing lipstick and you leave a kiss mark against the bottom of his jaw, he won't wipe it away
might even intentionally move his head to the side to expose it, like it's a badge of honour
apart from killing others though, i don't think he'd go out of his way to do much else for you. at least, domestic things.
why would you need to cook if he can just hire a maid? folding laundry? maid. walking the dog? hires someone
but the one thing he always makes sure you do is eat (exhibit c: he asks jed if he wants more ice cream)
whether it's because you're so accepting of his diet or just because he puts a lot importance in eating, meals are the one thing he always looks out that you do correctly
and it's not just ensuring you eat three meals a day
but eating three healthy meals
he cooks for youโwhatever you want. hell, he even learns to cook for you. it's the one thing he doesn't hire a maid for
you feed him, he feeds you mindset
always orders more of his meal because he knows you like to take some of his
unless you have a good, healthy reason for going on a diet, he won't entertain it
ice cream after dinner is a must
has your coffee order memorized, and you can trust him to order ahead at a restaurant
always drives you everywhere with a hand on your thigh that slowly creeps up
gives you his suit jacket when he's coldโand that's how you know it's true love
but the biggest act of service he does for you is not bring you to the cereal convention
it's not about not wanting to expose you to serial killers, but rather morpheus
though he hopes that he might walk out, on the event that he doesn't, he breaks his need to bring you everywhere and keep you at home
all so you don't see him be unmade, as he fears it will break you
and it would have
his last act of love to you
๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ ๐ด๐ถ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด have you seen the expensive suits he always wears? this man lavishes himself and his serial killer lifestyle, so he'll do the same for you
like his creator, this man is a giver. it might be one of the things morpheus put from himself in him
if he can dress in an expensive suit everyday all while maintaining its pristine state given his...lifestyle, then he expects the same from you too
introducing: matching outfits
you wouldn't think he's one for it, but he is. maybe not identical, but in a cool, stylish way that makes it clear the two of you are meant to be seen together and as one
suits or dresses that compliments his outfits
and it's not you matching to him, but the other way
he wants to match with you
he always waits for you to get ready and pick out an outfit first before going through his closet and finds a suit that matches
and jewellery
he strikes me as someone who wants to give his partner jewellery for them to wearโhis way of marking them, so make sure to always wear one
necklace (choker), anklet, belt, hair accessory, ring
always watches you put it on. he likes its when he's the one putting it on, but falls to his knees (is his knees okay?) when you ask him to help you put it on
you need help putting your necklace on? turn around and he'll brush a finger down the nape of your neck, enjoying the way you shiver, as he clasps the necklace and places a kiss where the metal and your skin meets
might even leave a hickey
and if you wear socks or stockings, he'll drop to his knees (there he goes again) and slowly rolling the fabric up your legs, going higher and higher. kisses your inner things while he's there. his hands keeps climbing and climbing until his hand reaches yourโ
ahem.
black card user
"you want to go shopping? take my card, baby."
when the bill goes to his phone for what you bought, he sends you a text praising you for using it and says he can't wait to see you try it on
and if it's lingerie, he might ask for a photo and tell you to come home so he can see and take it offโ
sets aside a trust for you
you get to take advantage of his lavish lifestyle. you don't really own a home, but instead live out for a few months at a time in various five star hotels before moving on
and if you do bring up settling down, he'll just smile at you and explain patiently why he can't settle down and why he wouldn't be able to bear being so far away from you for such long periods of time.
"i can't live that far from you, baby. can you live without me for that long?"
and how can you argue with that logic?
so you stay with him. and he gives you presents to praise your "choice"
yes, he loves to give you gifts. but more important, he wants you to love them
he likes seeing the special containers you put the jewellery he gifts you in and how you handle them so carefully, as if treating them as an extension of him and his love for you
and when you lose him, they are all that remains of him
and perhaps morpheus takes pity on you as he sees the genuine love you have for him
he uses his sand to recreate a better version of the corinthian using one of the objects he gave you
then maybe it's your turn to corrupt this new corinthian to change him back into the version you know and love
and that's okay
in conclusion, while i might not have been in love with mr. mouths-for-eyes, writing this headcanon and witnessing my eventual failure from keeping sfw might have changed my mind. he does, after all, have a very nice voice...

๐ฎ๐๐๐ต๐ผ๐ฟ'๐ ๐ป๐ผ๐๐ฒ: ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐, ๐ฝ๐พ๐บ๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐ฝ๐พ๐๐. ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐: ๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ ๐ป๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐-๐พ๐๐พ๐ป๐บ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐? ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ผ๐บ๐ ๐ ๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐u๐๐๐ป๐บ๐ ๐ ๐? ๐ผ๐บ๐ ๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐พ๐พ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐๐พ๐? ๐๐๐พ๐๐พ ๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐พ๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐ป๐พ ๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ.
๐บ๐ ๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐บ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐ผ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐๐ผ๐พ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐บ๐'๐ ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐ฝ๐พ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐พ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐๐'? ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ป๐พ๐ผ๐บ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ๐'๐๐พ ๐พ๐บ๐ผ๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐'๐ ๐ผ๐๐บ๐๐บ๐ผ๐๐พ๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐? ๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐บ๐, ๐บ๐ ๐บ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐บ๐ฝ๐พ ๐ป๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐บ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฝ๐พ, ๐ผ๐๐๐๐บ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐๐' ๐ฟ๐ ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐พ'๐ฝ ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐บ๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐พ๐๐ฝ, ๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐ ๐ฝ ๐ป๐พ ๐ป๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ป๐พ. ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐พ๐๐๐บ๐โ

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