The God Of Sleep Has No Dreams Of His Own. When Hypnos Sleeps, It Grants Him The Opportunity Of Visiting

The god of sleep has no dreams of his own. When Hypnos sleeps, it grants him the opportunity of visiting those of others, drifting along as on a gentle river. It’s comforting. Shards and glimpses of lives that aren’t his own, of people and places that won’t ever mean the same to him, the visions indirectly threaded by his fingers. There are far too many dreams for him to make, which is why most aren’t. He brings them to sleep, and their bodies do most of the work.

Regardless, it is his domain. Every mortal needs to sleep, whether they like it or not, which makes him an inevitable part of their life. A third of every human’s day rests in his hands. As payment, all he wants to do is observe, to be in their company. (Hypnos likes humans. They don’t notice him in sleep, or worship him in their days, but he doesn’t mind. It’s easier to handle being ignored when it’s not their choice, when it’s impossible for them to notice him, rather than his mom’s cold eyes passing through him like he’s a sliver of mist.

At least when he’s among the dreams of the living, he’s less alone. There’s no judgement, but no praise either.) With how many mortals and dreams there are to go around, it’s rare for him to visit more than once. Though it’s much rarer for anyone to take note of him. Most people aren’t aware they’re dreaming while doing so, being swept along by their dreams instead of having control, but you’re not one of those. You’re blessed with lucidity, morphing bits and pieces of the experience as you go. Most importantly…

You see him. You laugh. “Well, I didn’t think I was lonely enough to make up some guy to keep me company… Guess you learn something new every day!”

In one motion, you pinch his chin between your fingers and pull his face towards yours. He lets out a surprised noise, at the fact you can touch him in the first place, and the movement itself. And it’s a high and squeaky sound, one that makes him want to curl up in his blanket and slip from this dream to the next. You make no comment on it, only smiling wider.

“Ooooh, your eyes are golden! So pretty… Glad my subconsciousness has good taste, at least.” You add the last part to yourself, laughing again.

You don’t think he’s real, just some made up character of your dream. It’s no surprise you aren’t aware that you can’t dream about someone you’ve never seen before. For now, he’s glad to have you believe that. It’d be more humiliating if you knew a god was making such a fool out of himself, heat rising to his face. His tongue is limp in his mouth. When was the last time someone called him pretty? Had anyone ever called him that, and touched him so carelessly? You save him from the burden of speaking up first.

“What’s your name? Do you have one?”

He hesitates. If you knew who he was, you wouldn’t treat him the same anymore. “I don’t! But, um-!“

Hypnos knows and accepts what others think of him, knows that he’s no good at his job or much else, but if there’s one thing he would excel in, it would be here. He straightens his back a bit from its usual slouch, the tips of his feet grazing the ground as he floats. “I’m here to make sure you’re going to have a grand old time, you know? I know aaaall about having fun in dreams! Why, you could call me an expert! At your service.”

He does this stupid little bow, and immediately regrets it. You laugh, but not at him, and people don’t usually find him this entertaining, he thinks, and if you keep this up, it will become one of his favourite sounds.

“Alright, mister dream expert,” You say with a grin. “What did you have in mind?”

He helps you float like he does, and assists you at conjuring up whatever idea pops into your brain. Hypnos expected you , but that’s not all you do. You try to ask him questions about himself, even if you supposedly don’t think he’s real, and you actually listen. And when you tell him about yourself in return, he does the same. It’s fun, he’s having a good time, and he’s disappointed when he’s jolted awake because of someone walking too close past him. He’ll have to apologise for suddenly disappearing next time. (Next time? Does he want there to be a next time?)

Hypnos makes a habit out of visiting you. You’re not always aware you’re asleep, sometimes your dreams are the same as any other human’s. He savours those days too, at the insights into your life it offers him. However, it’s most enjoyable when you look at him with bright eyes and talk to him, and laugh at things he says and joke around at this side. There’s a warm tightness in his chest around you, he’s happy, he is, but also impossibly nervous to mess up and have your smile turn into a sneer. It’s surprising you even still want to be around him, if past experience is anything to go by, he isn’t any good at not annoying people. But you’re different. You haven’t insulted him at any point, either! You must really be some blessing.

Hypnos thinks he likes you. A lot. He’s never thought of it before, whether this is allowed or not. Never considered the possibility of forming a close bond through dreams. Hypnos decides that it is, and who would he even ask, isn’t he the deity of sleep? He’ll make his own rules, number one being that it’s totally a-okay to have dream friends! That you visit and think about all the time and spend all your time thinking up new fun ideas for! And sometimes you scratch their name into the margins of your lists while zoning out! He’s getting off track. (And, well, this all seems more like a problem exclusive to him…) What he wants most is to have you down here with him, to touch you and feel something, to have you around while you’re awake and asleep.

But to do that… It would be an offense to all sacred rules to meddle directly with the path the Fates had set out for you. Perhaps they’ll have some mercy on him for being family. Either way, he’s going to falsify your cause of death in the records. He’s tired of being a bystander in your life. Hypnos doubts whether you can even remember him when you wake up. He isn’t exhausted in his normal way however, it’s no tugging at his eyelids or yawns hidden behind an open palm. This hurts. It’s an ache, an empty hole beyond his ribs. Your warmth needs to fill it, he’s sure. He wouldn’t be able to stand and watch as your life blossomed, how you would inevitably love someone else, be happy and forget about him all together. (It’s unfair. He’s never had anyone that wanted be anything of his. Not a friend, not family, not a lover. And now you’re here, the first to not see him as a disgrace, and now he should let himself be stopped by some old rules?) Because compared to what someone right there with you could give, what did he have to offer? If he believed everyone else, he had nothing of worth to give anyone. All he had was this love, what he thinks is love. But you laugh with him, you seem happy, and what he knows of human life is suffering. So many terrible deaths, so many unresolved emotions, so many wishes that never came to be.

Hypnos could save you from it all. You would never have to worry about anything again. But he knows how much humans fear death: It’s reflected so often in their worst nightmares, after all. The last thing he wants to do is scare you.. How surprised you’ll be at suddenly finding out he’s real, not just a figment of imagination!

He’s giddy. The two of you could have be together forever! (And if you didn’t love him back, why would you smile at him like that? Why did you always say you were happy to see him return? He has neither experience in friendships or relationships, but he shares those sentiments, so you must love him too. Otherwise… He doesn’t want to think about it .)

So he visits you. Hypnos floats above your bed, watching down upon you. He caresses your face as you rest, watching you through lidded eyes. You called him it first, but you’re pretty too. He doesn’t care about your hair being a mess, or the dried drool on your chin, or how you lay in a weird position, legs and blanket all tangled up. Your soft breaths are adorable, and he wants to coo at you, to make your face turn warm instead of his.

The thought of his brother seeing you and taking your soul makes him uncomfortable, he wants this vision of you to be only his.

Your eyes crack open with a little groan and before you have the chance to struggle or cry out, he presses a kiss against your forehead, forcing some of his raw power into your frail, mortal body.

It shouldn’t hurt. He asked. Your form was never meant to take godly powers, it’s too overwhelming, destroying you from within, and you go limp within a second. It’s like you fell asleep. A sleep so deep you will never awaken again. (i know hypnos doesn’t govern dreams his sons do but i had an Idea,, hope u enjoyed!!)

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(THIS IS ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE OH MY GOSH!!!!! You’re so talented, this is written so beautifully, it’s amazing!!!!

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!! SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO POST!!! I’ve had a busy past few days ^^; I also hope it’s okay that I had to edit it, or it’d be a big block of text, hehe. Thank you so much again!!!! 💚💚💚)

So I read a lot about Pandora and some Greek myths and I got very curious.

Can I have yandere yandere Greek gods (arse Poseidon Zeus Hades Hera Aphrodite and Athena) x human child Reader please

Like how they found a human child and how they take care of her and take her as ther own

Broken Truth (Laying on the sofa with swirls on her eyes): Why so many...?

Mask: Just relax, I'll do this one.

Broken Truth: Thanks, Mask.

Mask: Let the words weave together.

Zeus + Hera (King and Queen of Olympus)

Having you was Hera's Idea, she was sick of looking at her husband and his bastards that she decided to venture into the mortal world to see what she could see and she stumbled upon a small house where a single mother lived with her child - the most lovely and kind child she had ever see; she knew that she had to have them for herself and she wasn't gonna let anyone or anything keep her away from them. Every day, Hera would hide in plain sight to watch the child work in the fields with their mother and she wasn't pleased with how close the child was to their mother, it was going to be hard to separate them and bring them to Olympus. When Zeus got curious about his wife's actions, he offered to get rid of the mother and deliver the child the Hera in exchange for her forgiveness and she agreed. One day, the child's mother was attacked and killed by a lion and Zeus came down to collect the child and delivered them to Hera, who hugged the child and shushed their cries for their mother, saying that she was going to be their new mother and everything was going to be alright.

Poseidon (Gods of the Seas)

Poseidon and Amphitrite were upset that the fates haven't blessed them with a child yet and this caused the king of the seas to take the form of a dolphin and explore the land above; there upon the beach of a child with eyes as blue as his own and sun-kissed skin just like his wife's - this child was the perfect blend of both of them. That's when Poseidon knew the fates had answered their prayers - this mortal child was meant to be theirs. First, they took the father - he was a fisherman and they created a massive storm that swept the father away in the seas, never to be seen again. Then, the mother followed him - without her husband, she ventured into the wilds to find herself and was torn apart by the beasts of the forest; leaving the child all alone. Posiedon came before the child and introduced himself before taking the child to the undersea kingdom where the child met the queen and their new mother and father. The child wasn't for it but they didn't have a choice - Poseidon and Amphitrite weren't going to lose their child.

Hades (God of the Underworld)

While he and his wife - Persephone - had a child, they wanted something more - a new child that they could groom and make not a Prince or Princess of the Underworld. Hades was looking through the orb before him to see if he could find a child with his characteristics and Persephone's heart but he couldn't find them in the city, so he looked in the countryside and found the one he was looking for - a child with back hair and fair skin but there was no sight of parents; was this child living alone? Hades went to the world of mortals in the form of a hound and befriended the child, listening to the grief and anger towards the parents that abandoned them; Hades wiped the tears away and slept with the child in his canine body and he would move his plan forward. While the child was sleeping, Hades dragged the child's soul to the Underworld after giving them poisoned water, allowing them to die in their sleep for that was the only way to bring them to the underworld. When the child awoke in the underworld before the King and Queen, they announced they were going to be their new family and nothing would take them away from them.

Aphrodite (Goddess of Love)

Being the Goddess of Love made Aphrodite feel powerful but she felt like she was missing something - something that her mate, Ares, or her husband, Hephaestus, could give her - a beautiful child. She looked in the mortal realm and found a child with [hair length] golden hair and [eye color] eyes praying at the shrine for love and acceptance; this child was lovely, their voice was heavenly, and their looks...they were beautiful/handsome. Everything about this child was perfect and she was going to have them. During the prayer, the goddess herself appeared before the child and offered them the love and acceptance they wished for in exchange for their loyalty as her child; considering they had no family that loved them, they accepted her offer. Aphrodite walked them to the realm of the gods and raised them as her own - to be an image of beauty and love, just like their momma.

Athena (Goddess of 'War')

Athena was known as the Goddess of War - a rival to her brother Ares, the official God of War - because some people approved of her tactics rather than Ares but she was the Goddess of Wisdom and she knew what she wanted and how to get it - and she wanted a child, an heir to raise and possibly take her mantle if they proved to be strong enough. She looked for an orphan that had no ties to the mortal realm and found one that had the spirit of a warrior, surviving on everything they had and the wits. When Athena appeared before them, the child refused her offer to take them up as her child and that made Athena want them even more. She tampered with their hunts, with their training, with their crafts, and everything until the child called upon her and agreed with her terms. Athena took them to her realm and raised them to be a warrior to rival Ares himself. Her warrior. Her heir. Her CHILD.

2989 : ARMAGEDDON

next. wattpad.

noun. Ar·​ma·​ged·​don. the last battle between good and evil before the day of judgment.

❝ all I want, ━ she pauses, lips widening ━ is to become a god. ❞

in which a young girl, a fledgling barely out of the nest, is thrust into new, apocalyptic world as a terrifying new force plays it's cards. 

the gods. 

and yet, while some people run for their lives and others resign to their fate as lowly mortals, and some make rebellions ; a young girl wants to do something different.

she doesn't want to try to join people in a rebellion. oh, no no no. she's not that stupid.

she wants more.

she wants to become a god.

and rule them all.

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄; this is an original story that i've been cultivating.

there will be religious themes, violence, death, swearing and more. if you dislike those feel free to click off.

with that being said, enjoy the madness.

p.s. my story is also up on wattpad, under the my user 'rayarain11'!

Hear me out,

Crowley building a statue of MC to represent how thankful he is for what they have done to help NRC once they go home because It’s pretty obvious that he’ll miss the prefect whom he saw as his child.

Then the ones who were close with the said prefect would flex on the people who questions about MC’s statue, saying that they were ‘close friends’ (Ace and Grim would definitely do that, maybe Epel and Deuce too eheheheh). Or maybe something more; developing romantic feelings that ends up getting reciprocated by the well-known prefect \(//∇//)\

Or not because there are hints that Malleus is going to put MC into a (possibly) long sleep in chapter 7 😭 (pretty scared of that but curious)

OR MC ends up staying in Twisted Wonderland ueueueuhehrheueu