#dream x gn!reader

[writethrough]

Can I request a morpheus x reader where his s/o has curly/wavy hair? Or just reader being obsessed with touching his hair and he absolutely love it and he likes to do the same

Mid-Afternoon Dream

(Morpheus x Gender-Neutral Reader)

Synopsis: Morpheus enjoys his moment of peace with you.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 430

A/N: Thank you for being patient with me! I went with the second half of your idea since I like to try and keep Reader as up-to-interpretation as possible. I hope you enjoy!

You were lying on your couch, music playing softly from your record player. Spring was slowly shifting into summer, enough that you had opened your windows to feel the breeze drift through your home. 

The early afternoon rays filtered in, and everything seemed brighter and newer in that way only the warm weather brought. For this moment, everything was peaceful. 

Even Morpheus couldn’t find fault in it. Not when his head rested on your chest, and you were carding through his hair to the base of his neck. Your nails gently dragging down his scalp to the ends of his strands would’ve made him shiver if he were human. 

You’ve been like this for some time now, relaxing in each other's arms. It was a rare moment for the Dream King. He couldn’t recall the last time he had felt this content. Though, it’d been happening more frequently since he’d met you. 

When he’s working, his mind often wondered to you, what you were doing, when he would see you, it’d become ever the distraction—be it a welcomed one. 

He hummed as your nails traced his neck, and you giggled lightly. He squeezed your side in return. 

Never had he thought he’d let anyone see him like this, not after all those years in that cage. But there was something in you that called him. He could let his guard down around you. And it was easier than he thought. 

You opened your arms to him and all he had to do was step closer. 

You placed a kiss on the top of his head, pulling him from his thoughts. 

“Have I put the Sandman to sleep?” you teased. 

He answered with his eyes closed. “You are the only creature capable of such a feat.” 

“You deserve some rest.” He could hear your smile, but there was seriousness, too. It made him lift to his elbow to look at you. 

You stared at one another a few moments until you reached out a hand to cup his cheek. Your thumb grazed his skin reverently, seemingly amazed that he was before you now. 

The corner of your lips ticked up as you took him in. This otherworldly being that wasn’t really a being at all. He was too perfect. It only made sense that he was a concept, one that provided all with the ability to escape, to wrap themselves in imagination, to set themselves free. 

“My Dream,” you whispered, almost like you hadn’t meant to. 

His eyes softened. His own hand reached up to caress your hair. 

“My heart.” 

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[roguelov]

Love Markings

Summary: Dream soon becomes worried when he cannot find you. You had not spoken to him in a day, and are nowhere to be found in the Dreaming. Needing to know, he corners Matthew only to get no straight answers, but new suspicions and tightly woven nerves. So, Dream takes it into his own hands and runs off to find you. When he gets to your apartment, you appear, but not as the same as he remembers you. You now have a new marking: a tattoo, but why?

Word Count: ~2.4k

Reader: Gender Neutral

Warnings: Mostly fluff, very minor angst (Dream worrying)

Requested by a wonderful anon

In a high vaulted grandiose throne room - with its looming columns on either side crafted with precision and artistry to the magnificent stained glass windows ahead which defied reality as they shifted in color and told their own stories - the reigning Lord and his peculiar raven were at odds, to put it plainly. A palpable tension had settled over the room, filling up every inch of the expansive space. It was suffocating, and nerve wracking. The Lord, Dream of the Endless or Morphues, glared heavily at his newest raven with searing hot daggers. The poor raven, Matthew, avidly avoided the Endless’s gaze, yet the heat was undeniable. The thought of possibly spontaneously combusting crossed Matthew’s mind.

And what caused such tension?

You.

Dream’s love.

Dream’s mortal love.

For over a day, you had been missing. However, it did not cross Morpheus’s mind until now. He was busy with the Dreaming, and with his newest dreams and nightmares. He didn’t realize your presence was gone until he reached a hand beside him only to be greeted with the empty cold space. Instantly, his thoughts spun wildly out of control. Were you hurt? In any sort of trouble? Were you upset with him? What possibly happened to you? He searched and searched and could not find you in the Dreaming, anywhere.

If anything had happened, he would blame himself for eternity. His spiraling thoughts would not be silenced until he saw your smiling face. And strangely when he vocalized his concerns about your whereabouts, his usually chatty raven clammed up.

Thus, the ungodly tension in the room.

Morpheus’s icy eyes, nearly glowing in the dim room, glared at Matthew. While Matthew stared down at the pristine stone floor rather than the being that transcended most known deities written throughout humanity’s history. “Matthew,” Morpheus asked slowly and evenly, although his voice boomed off of every surface, “are you not telling me something?”

“What? Me? Oh, no, I would never,” Matthew chuckled nervously.

Morpheus stepped forward, his boots clapped like thunder across the floor. “I shall tell you now it is unwise to hide things from me.”

Matthew shrunk and wearily glanced up. “It’s - it’s nothing, boss, really.”

Morpheus bent down, eyeing the raven, “I’ll ask again: where is (Y/N)?”

Matthew awkwardly shuffled side to side. “I - I don’t know.”

“Don’t know, or don’t care to say?”

“… it’s … well, it’s - uh … it’s complicated.” Matthew stumbled through his words, desperately trying not to reveal anything.

He made a promise to you to not tell. An idiotic, life-ruining promise.

“Matthew, I am begging you not to tell him. I want it to be a surprise,” you pleaded.

Matthew sighed, sinking lower to the ground. “Okay, okay, I will, but he won’t like it.”

You crouched down, meeting Matthew at eye level. You smiled gently. “Hey, it is just a small secret - barely a secret really - that you have to keep. All you have to do is lie about where I am. Easy.”

“Easy? He’s an Endless, doesn't he know everything? Seen everything? Wouldn’t he be like an automatic bullshit detector? How could I lie to him?”

You sighed, “It’s just for a few hours, and maybe you won’t have to lie at all. Maybe find a place to hide until it’s over, I’ll be in and out.”

Matthew grumbled.

“Matthew.” Gentle hands scooped under his talons, raising him up into the air. Matthew kept his head turned, unable and willing to look into your eyes. “Matthew, please.”

Matthw internally grimaced. One look of your pleading eyes and he would cave - much like your dear Morpheus. You captured not only the heart of the Endless, but all of those in the Dreaming. Very few were willing to say no to you. Yet, curiosity could be cruel, so Matthew snuck a glance out of the corner of his eye.

Having raised him to eye level, your eyes bore directly into him. Wide and pleading. Your eyebrows knitted together as a minuscule frown tugged on your lips. Matthew winced. Instantly, he was ensnared by you. He sighed regrettably, “Yeah, okay, I got you covered.”

An ecstatic smile broke out across your once grim face. “Thank you, Matthew, I promise I’ll bring you something back as a thank you. Fries? Sweets? I could even make you something.”

Matthew hummed, and smiled to himself. “If I survive the next couple of days, I would love some fries.”

“Deal.”

“Complicated, how?” Morpheus glared.

“I … I can’t say.”

Morpheus’s lips thinned. His patience was dwindling, immensely. “If (Y/N) is in some form of danger and you are unwilling to -“

“What?” Oh, this was taking a terrible turn. “No, no, god no. They are perfectly safe, I swear.”

“Then, what is it?” He asked through gritted teeth, enunciating each syllable.

“I, uh … um, how - how about you go find them yourself,” Matthew suggested, trying to dig himself out of this hole. “Go to their home, they are probably there.”

Right? They should be. Maybe? Matthew thought.

“Probably?”

“They are!” Matthew squeaked out. “They are home, or - or not. They could be out grocery shopping or you know maybe they went to get some food? Or other … things?”

Morpheus exhaled, needing to calm himself. “Fine. I will find them myself.”

Sand swirled around Morpheus once - like a magician’s trick with their cape - and he vanished, leaving Matthew alone in the now quiet, peaceful throne room. Matthew sighed, almost flopping over absolutely relieved to be out of such a mess.

Hopefully, (Y/N) can take it from here, Matthew thought before flying off - most likely to hide just in case Morpheus were to return.

With a swish of a curtain of sand, Morpheus arrived in your apartment and found it empty. Lifeless. He called out your name only to be greeted with silence. No response. His chest constricted; a spike of fear doused his pounding heart.

Where could they have gone, he thought wearily.

Luckily, his prayers were quickly answered by a resounding click of a lock in the eerie stillness, and the high pitched squeak of the front door opening. You strolled in, unaware of his presence, with a chirper smile. A smile that slowly eased the Endless’s fears, but a few still panicked questions lingered.

Where have you gone? Were you avoiding him? What happened? Did something happen? Were you okay?

You glanced over, and flinched - surprise and shock flashed over your features - at Morpheus’s somewhat ominous appearance. You placed a hand over your racing heart, and mumbled a few curses under your breath. “Morpheus? God, you scared the shit out of me, what are you doing here?”

He swiftly approached you in three easy strides. Concern evident on his usually stoic features. His eyes scanned over your face. He saw no injuries, no tells of any harm that may have possibly occurred. He internally sighed in relief. “I’m sorry I startled you, my love. I was worried something may have happened to you.”

Your surprise melted away as a smile crossed your lips. “I’m fine, there’s nothing to worry about.”

He frowned slightly. “Then where have you gone? You have been missing, and dare I say avoiding me, all day.”

You winced. “I know and I’m sorry. I really didn’t think you would get so worried.”

“I always worry.” He stepped closer, cupping your cheek with a single hand. “There are things out of my reach, things that may cause you harm in order to get to me.”

The Morningstar was one figure who came to mind, and he certainly wouldn’t put it past a few of his siblings to sow some chaos in his well crafted world.

You grabbed his wrist, and brought his hand to your lips. You gently kissed his knuckles, trying your best to soothe him. “I’m safe, okay? You don’t have to worry so much.”

His eyes dropped with a deep exhale. You were right. His heart, however, could not be so easily calmed.

You kissed his knuckles again. His sorrowful eyes, like an expansive ocean ready to swallow you up, connected back with yours. You smiled, a loving smile. Dropping his hand, you stepped away to begin to remove your coat. “I should have told you I would be out, but I wanted it to be a surprise.”

“Surprise?”

You turned around, and unzipped your coat. “I was hoping I could be in and out or Matthew could stall until I called you.”

Morpheus huffed, not hiding his displeasure. “Matthew did distract me, but also succeeded in irritating and worrying me more.”

You snorted. “Please, don’t be so hard on him, he was only doing what I asked him to do.”

“Asked him? I still don’t see why -“

His words instantly died on his lips as you finally hung up your coat and faced him. His eyes widened. He hesitantly approached your side in utter disbelief. Was that a tattoo? His fingers carefully reached out; they barely skimmed over the wrap - the second protective skin - which hugged your arm. You tensed slightly due to the dull soreness.

Morpheus, like lightning, yanked his fingers away. “I’m sorry I -“

You chuckled, waving him off. “I’m fine, I don’t break so easily. Here -“ you grabbed his hand and guided his fingers back to the fresh tattoo, letting him trace over the image now inked into your arm.

His index finger gently grazed over the outline of the black and white piece of art that covered most of your bicep. It depicted a raven, from the front, with its wings spread out as if in flight. Its head tilted upwards and to the side, high and proud. In its talons, it carried a familiar object - a helm resembling a twisted gas mask with hauntingly massive dark eyes. The tube, the chilling nozzle made of bones, curved down your arm. And it should be said that it was a lie that the tattoo was solely black and white. No, it had an ounce of vibrant color: a rich, dark ruby red. A necklace looped multiple times around the raven’s neck to ensure its safety, and an iconic ruby dangled in front of the raven’s chest, swaying on the nonexistent wind.

Morpheus traced over the raven and its wings as it curled around your arm, down to the geometrical ruby nearly in the center of the pieces, and down further to the helm and its nozzle as it weaved back and forth creating dynamic movement.

It was gorgeous.

His eyes drank in every inch, and continued to find to new details: the etches in the individual feathers creating a soft textured appearance, the highlights of the rivets and metal plating of the helm, the miniscule triangular design of the clasp which held the ruby, or the twinkle of life and mischief in the raven’s one eye. Peering closer, Morpheus’s eyes squinted in confusion. Surrounding the raven, near its proud head, were other outlines of raven, although much smaller and lacked such fine detail - as if soaring the background.

“They are your other ravens,” you said quietly, watching as he examined your tattoo. “I wanted to pay tribute to them.”

Morpheus’s eyes snapped up. “All of them?”

“Yes, all of them,” you smiled softly.

“… why?”

“Why as in why I added them?”

Morpheus shook his head. “Why did you do this?”

“Are you asking why people do things because of the people they love?”

His eyes widened as he leaned back, practically shocked by your rhetorical question.

You chuckled, and twisted around to face him directly. “I did it because I wanted to. I did it because I love you. I love you, and the Dreaming, and all the memories we have created together. And I wanted a reminder of all of it.”

His eyes fell back to the beautiful intricate, now permanent, art on your arm. “You … you did this because of me?”

“No, I did it because I like the feeling of needles jabbing into my skin.” Morpheus rolled his eyes, not entirely pleased by your sarcasm. You cupped his face, directing his eye back on yours. “Yes, I did it because of you. And maybe someday I’ll get more because of you or maybe I’ll just get other random pieces, who knows. But, this one will always be special; which is why it’s on my left side to be close to my heart.”

Morpheus’s eyes immediately softened. Adoration shone brightly. He reached up, brushing his knuckles across your cheek. “You truly did not have to do this.”

“Well, unfortunately it wasn't up to you. I wanted to do this. I thought about it for months and months until I finally decided I would go through with it.”

He chuckled lightly. “Then can I just say my thanks? To see I inspired such a beautiful piece -“ he placed his hand on top of yours, and turned his head to kiss the inside of your wrist directly over your pulse - “I am honored, greatly. My heart sings at the sight of it, and I love you more than ever.”

You smiled, bashfully.

“Come here.” He brought you closer, and passionately kissed your lips. You hummed as a giddy smile broke across your lips. He laughed and pulled away, smiling at you. A rare smile, like an eclipse and just as beautiful. “I believe I need to show you my love in return.”

You were completely lovestruck with him, just as he was for you. “Really?”

“Yes,” he cooed, pressing his lips to your neck.

You chuckled, feeling ticklish. “As much as I wish to continue, how about we just lay down for now?”

He lifted his head, gazing into your eyes. Fatigue now evident in your droopy eyes and hunched posture. “Tired, my love?”

“Absolutely exhausted.”

He kissed your forehead and took your hand, guiding you to the bedroom. “Then, let’s rest. We can talk more later.”

He swept you off into the bedroom. You unceremoniously collapsed into bed, welcomed by the sheets and pillows. Morpheus slowly draped himself beside you. You turned over, tossing him a lopsided smile. Throwing an arm around his waist, you drew him closer.

He smiled to himself. You truly were his entire world. His hand gently landed on your tattoo. He mindlessly began to trace the image; a new habit he was forming. Your eyes fluttered closed, lulled to sleep. “Sleep,” he muttered, “I’ll see you soon in the Dreaming.”

“I love you, Morpheus,” you whispered as you drifted off.

He kissed your forehead. “And I love you.”

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[spideybatsy]

Masterlist

AO3

Bruce Wayne

A+B

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Epilogue

Jonathan Crane 

Ocean Eyes

Morpheus

Find Me

The Deal

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[l0ves1ckf0ol]

SLEEP

genre :: fluff

pairing :: gn!reader x lord morpheus

summary :: reader has trouble sleeping & morpheus helps them relax. (this is very short but im rlly into sandman atm so prolly more fics to come cus theyre all hot)

sleep is often seen as an escape from reality, the rest from living a life of burden and joy all the same. dreams aid sleepers to feel at rest when they close your eyes. with no sight and consciousness, they are vulnerable, dreams help people to not feel vulnerable as they do.

you were in dire need of sleep and as much as you want orpheus to put you to sleep, you'd think it was a way of selfishness to use his gift for you. so there you were, on the bed that you share with him, facing the ceiling and a thousand thoughts circling inside your head, his arms already wrapped around your waist and his head buried on your neck. you often compared him to a black cat, he always looked like he swallowed lemons or in the constant edge of crying. you often found it a bit sad that he does something really immoral out of spite. his voice especially, always dark and broody. though despite his terrifying front, he always found comfort when he was with you and sometimes never admitted it when you teased him about it. so his style of giving affection to you was, silent, comforting and peaceful.

you turn around to face orpheus, you knew he was always somehow- half asleep. he gets a decent amount of rest and would be able to stop an arrow from hitting him in his sleep. "morpheous?"

he only hummed a response, eyes still closed. "may you please do that... that thing again when you put me to sleep? only slowly though, make it feel like im actually sleeping instead of getting lured into it by the king of dreams himself." you mutter lazily, morpheus slowly opens his eyes. "i knew you'd give up sooner." he says teasingly, you gave him a frown, "get on with it, and while talking to me, please." you mumble as you got comfortable on the mattress, tucking yourself in with the blanket.

he manages a lazy yet teasing smile, "so much demands, i thought you said that using my powers for you to sleep is selfish of you?" he says. you scoff, about to turn your back from him. but he grabs your shoulder for you to remain still, "i never said no, love." he whispers as he grabs his pouch from his bedside table and poured a small amount of sand on his hand and blew it towards you. the sand almost instantly floating and forming a halo around your forehead. he puts his pouch back on the surface beside him and return to lay next to you, "how long 'till i sleep?" you ask him.

"a minute, i'm sure." he replies, "in the meantime, how are you with lucienne in the library?" you smile softly, feeling your mind suddenly relax and your body less tense, "lucienne told me i'm the sunshine in the dreaming. i thought it was silly at first but now that i thought of it, it makes a lot of sense." you said as he nodded, "it does make sense, no? sometimes the sunshine also needs sleep and rest by the end of the day." he stated, you were completely mesmirized by his voice- it was alluring. his eyes were softened and his lips were curled into a smile, but then he was back to his normal broody face- as if he had a thought. "ever since i returned from being captured and you were always awake at night. why is that?" morpheus questions, tone filled with concern. "i know it's a bit stupid that an assistant librarian is worried for the all-mighty lord morpheus, so i... i think i'm just anxious beacuse you could get taken away in the next minute or in the next second and i-"

"shhhh, everything is alright, i always find a way back to you- back to the dreaming." he assures you, placing a peck on your cheek, at that moment you felt your eyes and your energy betraying your will to stay up. "just please don't leave..." you whisper as finally you were sunken into the deep devices of morpheus' spell. "i won't, don't you worry." he mumbles as he cuddled you closer with his arms around your waist, falling asleep as well.

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[lady-pug]

dream a little dream of me

Chapter IV of Dream a Little Dream of Me

Summary: As you settled in for the night, sleep overcame you almost as soon as your head hit your pillow.

“You called?” you heard a voice call out in the darkness.

Opening your eyes, you noticed with joyous gidiness that you were once again standing on the cobbled street, the moonlight shining softly on your skin. And Morpheus, the man you desperately wished to see, was standing only a few steps in front of you.

“I-” you almost found yourself at a loss for words “I did.”

Pairing: Morpheus | Dream of the Endless x Reader

Word count: 1,4k

Warnings: none

Notes: So… hi. I’m back. I’d like to start off by apologizing. I’m so so sorry for how long I’ve been absent, and especially for how long this story went without an actual ending to it (even though I’d promised to have it out quickly, just goes to show I shouldn’t make promises I might not be able to keep). A lot has happened in my personal and professional life in the past months that have kept me away from writing. I’ve had the first half of this chapter for almost as long as the third one has been out but so much was happening that I didn’t have the time or the motivation (sometimes I lacked both to be honest) to come back and finish it.

But I’ve finally done it. This story is finally complete. I’ve had the idea for this chapter mostly planned out in my head since chapter 1, and now I finally get to share it with you. I’d like to thank anyone who has taken the time to read this story and embark on this small journey with me, whether it be just one chapter (even just one paragraph) or the complete story. Thank you so so much for reading, and a special thank you for anyone who has left any sort of feedback, it means the world to me. And again I’m so very sorry for taking so long to write this, I sincerely hope you can forgive me. And I truly hope you enjoy this, dear reader!

Reader's gender not specified

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Things had started to look a little bit brighter after that night. Slowly, very slowly, little by little, things in your life started getting better, getting sorted out. It wasn’t immediate, nor was it without effort, but it was something.

The first thing you did after writing ten whole pages on that fateful Word Document was to start looking for a job. Literally anything would do, just so long as it got the bills paid and added food to the table, just long enough for you to get back on your feet and find a more permanent career. You’d be the first to admit that some of the jobs you took during that time, some of the people you’d met, were simply awful, sometimes bordering on humiliating. But some you actually enjoyed, and some of the people you had met you’d keep in your heart for a long time.

You’d also tried getting in touch with the people you’d grown apart, even if they didn’t want anything to do with you, just as a way to get closure. Some answered and some didn’t. Some didn’t want to talk, others agreed to meet. Some simply told you how things you’d done had hurt them, and you told them of how they had hurt you in return. And some had even agreed to try and work things out, slowly regaining contact and, eventually, their trust.

And finally, after several long months, you managed to save up enough money to travel back to your home town for a couple of days in order to pay your relative’s grave a visit. It wasn’t perfect, nor was it ideal, but it was enough, if only for now. You felt a strange sense of calmness looking at the words engraved in their headstone. The sort of calmness you had only felt when in the Dreaming.

Speaking of, your night visits to the Dreaming and its inhabitants had been a comfortable constant in your life for the past few months, at least in the beginning anyway. At first, you kept coming back every night, cherishing your conversations with the café owner, who you had come to know was named Amanda, or the little quips Matthew threw your way whenever he saw you walking around town. Even Mervyn’s rudeness was something you had grown fond of. But the thing you looked forward to the most was seeing Dream. Sometimes he’d actually stop by and engage in casual conversation with you, other times he'd just send a small grin your way over his shoulder in passing as he strode around town. But every single time you saw him you felt a warm, fuzzy fluttering feeling in your chest.

But eventually, as things in the waking world started to get better, your visits to the Dreaming started to become progressively more scarce. You started having other dreams too, some good, some not so much, your visions of the small town, and consequently your interactions with Morpheus, dwindling by the day. While it saddened you to let this go, to let him go, you cherished it even more so.

Tonight, though, almost an entire year after your first real conversation with him by the riverside, you really wished to visit him, even if it was one last time. It had been weeks since you’d last visited and you were hoping with all your heart to be able to talk to him again. You had good news to share after all.

As you got ready for bed your thoughts kept wandering back to Dream. Why had he become so special to you? Why were you special, like Lucienne had told you, in the first place? Why did you keep going back to the Dreaming? Maybe you’d never know the answer to those questions, and you realized with a quiet start that you were fine not knowing. Those things happened, and you were honestly glad they did, there was no point in dwelling on the past now.

As you settled in for the night, sleep overcame you almost as soon as your head hit your pillow. 

“You called?” you heard a voice call out in the darkness.

Opening your eyes, you noticed with joyous gidiness that you were once again standing on the cobbled street, the moonlight shining softly on your skin. And Morpheus, the man you desperately wished to see, was standing only a few steps in front of you.

“I-” you almost found yourself at a loss for words “I did.”

He smiled softly, head slightly tilted as if to ask what was on your mind.

“It’s just-” you shook your head in order to gather your thoughts “Since… that night, I’ve been coming here less and less.”

“It’s because you don’t need this anymore.”

For a brief moment you panicked, doesn’t he want you to come see him anymore?

“What? No, I-” you stammered “I still- I still need this. I still need you!”

His grin turned soft and he averted his eyes before speaking again.

“You have gotten to a point in your life in which I am no longer needed. There is nothing holding you back anymore, you get to live your life however you see fit.”

A stinging sensation accompanied the tears brimming in your eyes, threatening to fall.

“But I still want to see you. I still want you.”

His smile widened, small lines creasing in the corners of his eyes as he took a step towards you, leaving almost no space between the two of you. 

“I once said you could see me again…”

“If I wished.” your own smile grew as realization dawned on you.

“Always.” he whispered as the back of his hand caressed your own, light like a feather.

As you stood there,breathing each other in, a moment turned into two, which then turned into a few minutes more, so much so that you almost forgot the reason for your visit.

“Why are you here?” Dream asked softly.

“Hm?”

“Why did you summon me?” he took a minuscule step back, only enough to be able to gaze into your eyes “You seemed like you had something important on your mind.”

“Oh!” you shouted, and had he been any mere mortal, Morpheus might have just flinched away from you. But he was no mere mortal and thus didn’t startle so easily, so he simply tilted his head to the side and waited for you to proceed “I finished my book.”

“That’s wonderful.” he smiled, genuinely happy for you.

“And a publisher has agreed to publish it!” you rocked on the balls of your feet, suddenly feeling bashful “I got the confirmation email today. I thought you might like to hear about it, since you were oh so interested in it before, you know.”

He chuckled softly, both of his hands resting on your shoulders to keep you in place.

“I am truly happy for you. And I feel honored you decided to come all this way to share it with me.” he removed one of his hands from your shoulder and raised it in the air “I believe this moment calls for a celebration, don’t you think?”

For the briefest of moments you panicked, believing he was sending you away once more.

“No, no, wait!” you tried to hold onto his hand but it was too late, he had already snapped his fingers.

Nothing happened. You were still there with him, not back in your bed in the morning. His smile turned smug, bordering on a smirk, as if he was already expecting your reaction.

And then you heard it. From seemingly out of nowhere came the soft whisper of a trumpet, followed by a powerful voice.

“Where is that coming from?” you looked around but could not find the source of the music.

Dream simply shrugged. That did not matter now, did it? Slowly, he raised a hand towards you, palm up and inviting. Placing your own hand on top of his, he pulled you closer, your chests practically touching, as his other arm enveloped your waist.

“This is what you call a celebration around these parts?” you teased, earning a chuckle from him.

“Only when both parts are into it.” he responded, slowly swaying you both to the rhythm of the song.

As you and Dream danced together, the soft glow of moonlight caressing your skins, you couldn’t help but sigh, a small smile playing on your lips.

“Thank you.” you whispered.

“Whatever for?” he hummed.

“For this. All of this.”

As you slipped further into his embrace, you felt peaceful. Your whole body tingled and for only a moment you wished you didn’t have to go back to the waking world.

“You’re welcome, darling.” he whispered back to you.

But you now knew you could always return here, to this very moment. All you had to do was wish for it, and Dream would bring you back here. Back to him.

#morpheus x reader #dream x reader #sandman x reader #dream of the endless x reader #morpheus x gn!reader #dream x gn!reader #sandman x gn!reader #dream of the endless x gn!reader #the sandman fanfic #morpheus fanfiction #dream fanfic #dream of the endless fanfic

[ze-maki-nin]

okay okay okay!

congrats on 400 followers dude !! that’s literally so cool

what about a cc!dream x reader where the reader is reassuring him and making him feel better about the hate he’s currently receiving?

Pairing: CC!Dream x Gn!Reader

A/n: I love this idea ❤️

Event

You hummed a soft tune, rocking back and forth as you held onto a silently crying Dream, trying to comfort him after he read some hate tweets. The two of you just sat on the bed cuddling, Dream burying his head into your shoulder, trying to muffle his sobs.

A frown found its way onto your face as you felt tears drop onto your shoulder, Dreams breathing calming down as exhaust tugged at his eyelids. "Good night" He mumbled, words slurring together like he was drunk before he fell into a deep sleep.

Kissing the side of his head, you mumbled back. "Goodnight, My Dear"

#dream x you #dreamwastaken imagine #dream drabble #dream x gn!reader #dream x y/n #dream x reader #dream x reader fluff #dream fluff #dream oneshot #dreamwastaken x reader #dream smp x reader #dsmp drabble #dsmp #dsmp dream #dsmp x y/n #dsmp x gender neutral reader #dsmp x reader #dream smp oneshot #dream smp imagines #dream smp x you #dream smp x y/n #dream smp dream #dream smp drabble #dsmp x you #dsmp x gn reader #cc!dream

[imyourpawn]

Late Night's with Dream.

A/N:Okay- random Dream thing? Listen I don't know either , chill

Summary:You're Dream's married s/o and he normally comes home late. GN!READER

MINORS DNI fuck off [respectfully]

Just small suggestive shiii

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All curled up in the sheet's , you lazily open your eye's to see your husband standing by the dresser , getting undressed.

The subtle light from the moon from the open window lighting the room , you didn't say anything , just watched , can I blame you? No. You rarely see your husband naked simce he comes home so late due to work.

You just stared as the light shadows covered his back , his muscles and shoulder's being defined to beautifully in the light.

You bit your lip as you watched him remove his pants , his back flexing has he bent down , he threw his pants to the side and leaned on the dresser for a second

You sat up as the feeling between your leg's was becoming uncomfortable to lay down in , he looked over his shoulder and eventually turned to you completely.

His toned chest made your breath hitch as he made his way toward you , you could faintly see the smirk on his face.

Not a single word was spoken as he climbed onto the bed and pinned you down , his lips connecting with your's in a long kiss.

Your arm's wrapping around his neck as his hand's were placed on your hip's , slowly moving upward , his cold hands traveling under your shirt against your skin as the heated kiss broke for a second , your hands moving to hold onto his shoulder's as he moved down to your neck.

His breath beating against your skin as he left small kisses all over the delicate skin , the small tiny kisses turned into almost rough kisses , he left mark after mark on your skin , some darker than other's as he just worked his way down.

He left a small bite mark right above your collar bone , his hand's moving back down to wrap your leg's around his waist , lodging himself between them as his hand's made quick work of taking your shirt off.

You then felt something oddly cold lay on your chest , you noticed that it was a simple silver chain that hung from Dream's neck , it made you realise just how big he looks at this angle.

His breathing was heavy like he just ran a mile at full sprint , his face glossed over your chest and gave it a small kiss before he sat up straight.

His hand's moving perfectly to lift you up and remove the rest of your sleep wear , leaving you fully bare now , the moonlight giving just enough light as he marked all your body parts with his eye's.

Taking in your beauty , it's been ungodly long since he's seen you all open for him like this , oh how he missed these night's so much , want's and needs surfacing in his mind as he thought of the things he wanted to do to you.

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#mcyt x reader #dream x you #dream x reader #dreamwastaken x you #dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken x gn!reader #Dream x gn!Reader #Dream x reader smut #Dream x gn!reader smut #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x you #mcyt x reader smut

[dreams-dreams-dream]

A shuddering gasp leaves your lips, and another, another, each divided by a hitched, hushed breath in. Your body shakes softly in arms holding you like satin cushions and steel bars. Telling you you were safe. Protected. /His/.

The ragged breaths falling from your lips don't stop until your bodies meet fully, a low moan leaving your mouth as your eyes flit open to gaze down your torso to the cleft of his abdomen. Where you were joined, together as though one.

Your gaze flicks up, meeting those beautiful, beautiful eyes that bear an intensity akin to pure sunlight. Mesmerising. Scorching. A deep blush colours your cheeks, one hand lifting to his pale face now flushed rosy pink with the effort of holding back. "Morpheus," you whisper, reverently.

"Beloved," he replies, and /moves/.

Your head falls back, your mouth open in a silent cry that's soon buried in the Lord of Dreams's throat as he kisses you. Warm like sun stained marble, soft as feather down. You clutch him close, legs bending around him, arms folding around his neck, his shoulders, "More-!" You beg.

And Dream of the Endless obliges.

#dream x reader #dream of the endless x reader #dream #dream of the endless #sandman #dream of the endless x gn!reader #dream x gn!reader #dream x f!reader #dream x m!reader #dream of the endless smut #dream smut #sandman smut

[writethrough]

The Sandman Collection

The Collections

I do not permit anyone to copy, repost, and/or share my work anywhere, translated or otherwise. However, please feel free to like, comment, and reblog!

All rights to the media and characters below belong to the original creators and writers.

ONE SHOTS

Hiding In Plain Sight (Morpheus x Fem!Reader) ⊹ Helping Morpheus and the Dreaming has been the highlight of your night since you met him. When he notices your presence missing, the Dream King discovers that your eagerness conceals something he should've known.

A Homemade Remedy (Morpheus x Fem!Reader) ⊹ After days of dealing with your sickness by yourself, you give in and call your boyfriend, hoping he'll come.

How to Mistakenly Summon An Ancient Being & Keep Him (Morpheus x Fem!Reader) ⊹ You're an insomniac and have exhausted all other avenues to help you sleep except one. What happens when that one brings you the King of Dreams?

I Am Yours, Are You Mine (Morpheus x Fem!Reader) ⊹ Morpheus' jealousy rises when he sees you with another man.

Kitty Comforts (Morpheus x GN!Reader) ⊹ You've had a bad day, and the thought of being around another body doesn't sit right with you. Morpheus comforts you in a way only he can.

Leather & Liner (Morpheus x GN!Reader) ⊹ You put eyeliner and Morpheus, and maybe an extra little embellishment.

Mid-Afternoon Dream (Morpheus x GN!Reader) ⊹ Morpheus enjoys his moment of peace with you.

The Physicality of Sitcoms (Morpheus x Fem!Reader) ⊹ You watch a sitcom with Morpheus and discover something interesting.

Softly (Morpheus x GN!Reader) ⊹ You're busy with a late night, and Morpheus coaxes you to bed.

To Dream of Magic (Morpheus x Fem!Reader) ⊹ On one fateful day, you unknowingly heal Dream of the Endless' raven. He must thank you for your kindness.

What A Luxury It Is to Have You (Morpheus x GN!Reader) ⊹ When you meet Morpheus, it doesn't take long for you to realize your dreams are real, and that means your nightmares are, too. They can hurt you if they catch you. The only way to make sure that never happens is to not fall asleep. Morpheus reassures you.

With Power Comes Misunderstandings (Morpheus x Fem!Reader) ⊹ When Morpheus is late for your date, the only explanation is that someone's tried to harm him because of you—Supergirl's and Lena Luthor's daughter. After all, why else would they want your completely normal, powerless boyfriend?

MULTI-PART

The Accident That Led Me to You (Part I / Part II) (Morpheus x Fem!Reader) ⊹ A car accident gives you the ability to see Death whenever she's around. Months later, you see Morpheus for the first time. He notices you right away.

The Diviner (Morpheus x Prophetess!Reader)

BONUS CONTENT

Valentine's Day Date

#morpheus #dream of the endless #morpheus angst #dream of the endless angst #morpheus fluff #dream of the endless fluff #morpheus x reader #dream x reader #dream of the endless x reader #morpheus x female reader #dream x female reader #dream of the endless x you #dream of the endless x female reader #morpheus x you #dream x you #morpheus x fem!reader #dream x fem!reader #dream of the endless imagine #dream of the endless x fem!reader #morpheus imagine #dream imagine #morpheus x gn!reader #dream x gn!reader #dream of the endless x gn!reader #morpheus x gender neutral reader #dream x gender neutral reader #dream of the endless x gender neutral reader #Morpheus x y/n #dream x y/n #dream of the endless x y/n

[roguelov]

Green-Eyed Monster

Summary: While Morpheus takes care of the Dreaming, you find yourself enjoying a past time of yours: finding and cuddling cats of the Dreaming. It was a fun and innocent game. Or it was. One day, Morpheus spots you with a cat in your lap and strangely becomes jealous. So, how will he solve this? By becoming a cat himself, of course.

Word Count: ~2.6k

Reader: Gender Neutral (not explicit)

Warning: Some minor jealousy, mostly fluff, light teasing and suggestive hints in the end

Requested by the amazing @dreamstatednightmare

Morpheus - the sole provider of the Dreaming and all of its residents - was obviously a busy man. His attention constantly pulled in every direction from ensuring dreams and nightmares were doing their duties, to aiding whoever asked, and to keeping the Dreaming afloat and in perfect order. For the Dreaming was a cog in the cosmic wheel which was of utmost importance, its effects rippled out to all realms.

You understood this greatly, Morpheus had responsibilities that came first, and that never bothered you. In fact, because of such reasons, whenever you visited the Dreaming you created a game for yourself. There were many wondrous, unimaginable things to see and do in the Dreaming, but strangely you noted all the mundane things. Things you could easily see in the Waking, things such as the occasional house cat trotting around the palace.

Did Morpheus have an affinity for cats? Or did cats have an affinity for Dream of the Endless?

You supposed it didn’t matter.

When Morpheus had business to attend to, you would go ‘hunt’ for cats. You would stroll throughout the palace, and its grounds - sometimes even venturing into Fiddler’s Green - to find a cat. To your surprise, it was quite easy. In minutes, you would find yourself tucked under a tree, or on a bench, with a cat in your lap and possibly another walking around. You would sit for what seemed to be hours mindlessly petting it, listening to its calming purring, or coo at the furry stray. You would even tell stories to them, be it fictional or from your own life.

You enjoyed this little game of yours.

So, when you visited the Dreaming tonight, you found yourself in a portion of the palace's lustrous gardens - the rose garden. The rose bushes stretched tall and wide as a thick wall, forming an extravagant labyrinth to get lost in. Roses of all colors bloomed from a pure innocent white to a dark red dripping with a passion. Yet, you sat on the outer edges under a tree; the tree had iridescent green leaves and glass like flowers hidden in the foliage. The sunlight always shined above, sending prisms of splintering rainbows all over. But, despite such beauties, you were here for a simpler reason. You smiled as you spotted a shadow again up ahead in the rose bushes. A distinct shadow you came to know well - a feline shadow.

You gently called out, “Come on out, I promise I won’t hurt you.”

Pale green eyes - almost yellow in the sunlight - peered out from behind the leaves. Its eyes nearly blended into the mess of various greens.

You smiled kindly, extending out your hand towards it.

A reddish brown nose poked out.

Back in the palace, specifically in the royal library, Morpheus rose from a chair away from the long thin table. “If there is nothing else, Lucienne, I would like to take my leave for the day,” he said.

Lucienne closed her journal, which now had a completed checklist written inside, and looked up at her lord. “Everything has been accounted for and addressed, sire.”

“Good. I will be leaving, but if anything arises do call.”

“Of course, my lord.” She nodded and began tidying up all the documents scattered over the table top. With new dreams and nightmares being created, space for them was now needed. The Dreaming was under minor maintenance and readjustments.

Morpheus scanned over the documents and blueprints, feeling satisfied with the solutions. His eyes flickered to Lucienne as she piled up the papers. “And do rest, Lucienne, you deserve it.”

Lucienne blinked then smiled softly. “I will, thank you.”

Morphues nodded, then strolled out of the library. The second the door clicked behind him, his thoughts instantly went to you. Where could you have run off to this time? He wished he could offer more of his time to you. His heart ached, knowing you were alone. You swore it never bothered you. However, it bothered him. Immensely. Surely, the Dreaming would take care of you; you could find entertainment anywhere and never grow bored.

But.

But, he wanted to be there. He wanted to show you wonders. In the end, however, he could not divide his attention so easily.

He sighed to himself, walking out to the grounds of the palace. You said you wouldn’t stray too far.

“Oh, look how lovely you are.”

Morpheus’s footsteps faltered. He twisted around to locate your voice. Under one of the trees bathed in rainbows, there you were. You sat cross-legged on the soft patch of grass with your back pressed against the trunk of the tree.

He moved to call out to you, almost believing you were speaking to him, when a cat - a brown tabby cat - slowly walked towards you.

You cooed as the cat reached you and you began scratching behind her ears.

Morpheus oddly felt himself deflate.

The cat purred, leaning into your touch. Smiling, you whispered praises. You ran a finger over the dark stripes, softly tracing over the somewhat misshapen ‘M’ on her forehead. The cat closed her eyes, tilting her head back loving every second.

You chuckled. “Do you like that?”

At the sound of your laughter, such a sweet sound, a dark cloud began to form over the King of Dreams’ head.

You scratched the tabby’s cream colored chin, and your smile widened as her purring grew louder. The cat pushed her head into your hand, grateful for every ounce of affection you were giving. When her pale green eyes opened, she seemed as if she was smiling up at you. Her eyes twinkled. Then, without warning, she hopped into your lap, curling into a ball.

“God, you are adorable,” you whispered, giddily.

She rolled onto her back, peering up at you. You wiggled your fingers in front of her face and she meowed and batted at them. You laughed, loud and wholeheartedly.

Morpheus’s jaw clenched.

Why? Why did anger worm into his heart over such a small insignificant creature?

His eyes locked onto you. You peered down at the feline. Your fingers carefully caressed over her head and down her back. So delicate, so loving. A sickly green clouded his vision. He craved your attention after such a grueling day, and to see a cat be the prize of such affection? Jealousy and disgust filled him. How dare this creature tread on what was his?

He did not think twice.

He stepped forward.

His mortal figure withered away into a cloud of glimmering yellow sand. Each drop quietly scattered across the ground, like hushed bells. As the cloud shrunk, a black long hair cat strolled out. His gaze landed on you, or more accurately the stray in your lap. With his head held high, he walked over while his tail flickered side to side.

The tabby cat perked up her head, noticing Morphues first.

Morpheus, with his unnaturally bright blue eyes, locked eyes with the cat. Disgust and hatred written plainly in his eyes. The cat pinned her ears back and swiftly leapt out of your lap, sprinting off back into the rose bushes.

“Well, what got into her?” You asked, confused.

You glanced over to where the cat was looking earlier, before her grand escape, only to spot a new cat. The gorgeous all black cat had a regal air about him as he approached you. You shrugged off the other cat’s peculiar behavior. Smiling at the black cat, you stretched out your hand in a welcoming gesture. “Hello there, little one.”

The cat sniffed your hand only once before pushing his head into your hand. Your smile widened. He seemed to like you more than any other cat you met. The cat purred and instantly jumped into your lap.

You laughed. “Okay, make yourself at home.”

The cat looked up at you with such beautiful blue - and somehow familiar - eyes. You started scratching the top of his head, and he sunk down into your lap. His tail happily swished back and forth.

Morpheus could not deny how heavenly this all felt.

“You are truly a beautiful cat,” you hummed. “And so soft too.”

Your fingers carded through his fluffy, cotton candy like fur. You wanted to bury your face in his fur. Oh, it was so warm too, like a gentle hug, soothing and welcoming. Another sense of familiarity tickled in the back of your mind. The texture, to some extent, but the color reminded you of -

It clicked.

You huffed through your nose, amused. You continued to scratch behind his ears. He snuggled deeper into your lap, purring constantly and nonstop.

“I know it’s you, love,” you whispered. The cat jerked his head up, staring up at you with those endless oceanic eyes. You ran a finger from his nose over his forehead. You bent down kissing the top of his head, over the smoothed out fur. “So, now I am left wondering why you have taken the form of a cat? Care to explain, Morpheus.”

Morpheus stared, silently. Does he dare say the reasoning? Does he keep up the charade?

You scratched under his chin. He immediately closed his eyes, and began purring once again.

You snickered. “Is that why you are like this? To be scratched? To be pampered?”

Morpheus’s eyes shot open. He huffed, partially annoyed; be it at you for the accuracy of your questions or himself for acting this way, he did not know why.

“Or to be cooed at?” You teased. “My sweet, adorable Morpheus.”

Morpheus turned his head, holding it up high. Now, that was ridiculous.

“Oh come on, you came to me like this.” Your hand ran down his back through his midnight fur. “You clearly wanted this.”

Morpheus peered out of the corner of his eye to you.

A smile graced your lips. Brilliant and beautiful.

His heart skipped.

Maybe, this was enough. The charade was clearly over.

He leapt out of your lap. In mid air, a tornado of shadows and golden sand swirled tightly around Morpheus’s tiny feline figure. It grew bigger and wider in the air. In a span of a few seconds, black boots landed firmly on the ground. The sand wisped away twinkling like distant stars, and Morpheus stood above you back in his mortal form.

“Aw, did you have enough already?” You tossed him a cheeky smile.

Morpheus rolled his eyes as he tried to hide an amused smile. Despite your teasing, he could not help but smile when you smiled. Even if the reasoning was at his own expense.

“So?” You hummed.

Morpheus raised an eyebrow.

“Care you explain why you greeted me as a cat?”

Morpheus’s lips thinned. Apparently, anger was still heavy on his chest. Anger and embarrassment. He glanced away, avoiding your gaze. He looked to where the other cat scampered off, luckily she had not shown her face again. He was thankful for that.

You stared at him, silently dissecting him. Morpheus was always one to close himself off to negative, unsavory emotions. Yet, despite his efforts, you could read him fairly well. Your eyes followed his gaze towards the rose bushes, to the exact spot the tabby cat darted into.

“Was it the cat?” You asked, starting to pull at the thread.

Morpheus tensed. He slowly turned his attention back to you. His silence was your answer.

You snorted. “Morpheus, were you jealous of a cat?”

“No,” he quickly answered. Far too quickly, it only confirmed your suspicions.

You laughed. Standing up, you leaned in towards Morpheus. “You were jealous of a measly little cat.”

Morpheus huffed.

“Now, why would you be jealous? It is only a cat, Morpheus.”

“A cat which has garnered all of your affection.” He fired back.

You blinked then shook your head, still smiling. “It is a cat, it has not ‘garnered all of my affection’.”

Morpheus grumbled. “Then why shower it with any affection at all? Why not seek out my company instead?”

Your smile softened. Here is the true problem. You reached up with one hand and cupped his face. “Because, you are busy and I do not want to disturb you.”

He placed his hand on top of yours. “I know, but I wish you would. You do not have to be out here finding entertainment in strays.”

“But, I like it.”

He frowned.

“It is just a game, Morpheus. An innocent game of finding cats while I wait for you.” You stroked his cheek with your thumb. “It’s honestly relaxing and a bit fun, you should join me sometime.”

Morpheus frown deepened. That was possibly the last thing he wished to do.

“Oh, don’t be like that. A few cats cannot steal my heart, okay? And you know why?”

Morpheus stared. You silently prompted him to ask, to play along. He shook his head, but his lips slowly tugged back into a smile. “Why?”

“Because you already have it.”

He blinked. Your eyes shone with adoration, such beautiful eyes. He sighed, leaning into your touch. What a fool I am, he thought. His hand curled around your wrist, wishing to stay like this. “Apologies, love,” he muttered, “it seems I have let my emotions get the best of me.”

Not the first time, you jokingly thought. “It’s okay.”

He turned his head, kissing the inside of your wrist. “I think I may have a solution for our limited time apart.”

“Oh?”

“Would it be inappropriate to ask you to join me occasionally while I work? It could also provide an opportunity to show you all of the Dreaming.”

You smiled. “I would be honored.”

He returned the smile. “I hope you do not grow bored during such frivolous tasks.”

“I don’t think I will, and maybe I can help you. It could speed up the process.”

“Perhaps.”

With your free hand, you brushed back strands of his messy raven hair. “I just want you to know if you want my attention,” you leaned in pecking his lips, “just ask for it.”

Morpheus’s hands skimmed down your body, wrapping around you. “Is that so?” He whispered, playfully.

“It is.” You smirked, “You don’t have to go through crazy shenanigans like turning into a cat.”

He laughed once. “I suppose not.”

“But,” you began. Morpheus cocked his head curiously. Your arms fell over his shoulders as your fingers started to play with the edges of his hair. Your smirk grew, and your eyes twinkled with mischief. “But, you may not get any work done with me around.”

“Oh, really?” He leaned in, matching your smirk.

You hummed. “I may want all your attention to myself, I may become a distraction.”

Morpheus’s lips brushed over yours. “A welcoming distraction if ever.”

You chuckled. “How about we take this elsewhere? Maybe inside before another cat comes prancing in to ‘garner’ my affection.”

Morpheus had to suppress a groan. “I will not love this down, will I?”

“No, you will not. You were quite cute as a cat.” You kissed him - fleeting, but oh so loving. “But not as cute as you are now.”

He shook his head, but still smiled.

You took his hands, guiding him towards the palace. “If you want my affection, then let me show you how much you mean to me, my sweet king.”

Smiling, he tugged you back towards him, pressing you firmly up against him. His lips brushed over the shell of your ear. “Only if I get to return the favor, my love.”

You laughed as Morpheus quickly took the lead. He nearly rushed back inside, now knowing he will have your fullest attention - the thing he always craves.

#the sandman #Morpheus #dream #dream of the endless #dream of the endless x reader #dream x reader #morpheus x reader #dream x gn!reader #morpheus x gn!reader #gender neutral reader #sandman dream

[cyantomatos]

Wheel of Writing - Day 7

Prompt: It wasn’t love at first sight. But now you were starting to see them in a new light…

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x gn!reader

Notes: This is my first stab at writing for Dream, I have something bigger eventually planned for him, but we’ll see when I get to it 😅

The first time you met the Lord of Dreams, you thought he was an arrogant ass.

Fresh out of an over a century long confinement and still learning what basic humility was, he sought you out for help in retrieving his lost things.

And he was definitely an arrogant ass.

But he promised access to his library in exchange for your help, and who could say no to every book ever written?

You didn’t get tangled up in the mess of retrieving his lost dream and nightmares, and stayed squarely out of whatever was going on with the vortex. You did, however, develop somewhat of a friendship with Lucienne and Matthew. You heard about how Dream had changed, apparently, from the librarian, and the way she spoke about how he’d acted before his confinement you knew he was even more of an ass before, apparently.

Which was an impressive feat.

But he was learning, and you saw the changes. Day by day he learned to bend, to accept help. He learned that admitting he needed help wasn’t bad or a weakness. He delegated to Lucienne, and listened to Matthew, and allowed the wiggle room his subjects had so badly needed once they returned.

And the more you got to know him, got to know the new him, the more you realized you might not actually dislike him all that much.

He showed you the wonders that were only possible in a land made of dreams. You swam with mermaids and danced with fairies. You saw the ruins of long lost civilizations made real again from his memories and walked among their people. You tasted things you’d only ever dreamed of, and the whole time watched him learn to smile and enjoy things.

Then one day, sitting on the beach where he’d invited you to see how new dreams were made, you came to a shocking realization; not only did you not dislike him, you actively liked him. You enjoyed his company, you missed him when you couldn’t visit the dreaming, and-

Oh.

#WoW #Wheel of Writing #Dream of the Endless #dream x gn!reader #morpheus x gn!reader

[barakittens517]

PT. X: The End

Summary: In which the lost has, at long last, been found.

Words: 2,237

Warnings: n/a

Pairing: Morpheus x gender neutral reader

Notes: holy shit we finally made it :') massive shoutout to anyone that made it this far! hopefully i'll be posting a *refined* version of this on AO3 soon. mucho mucho love to all of you <3

Tag List: @ponyboys-sunsets @i-am-not-a-raccoon-anymore @memento-mora @freedomsofdream

The way back to the Dreaming is silent. Morpheus heads straight for the library, leaving you in the throne room alone. It’s quiet- too quiet. You wait a moment before sneaking in after him. The dream lord doesn’t notice as you duck behind one of the bookshelves, tiptoe-ing quietly towards Lucienne’s desk. 

This is the second time you’ve eavesdropped on Morpheus. You have a quiet moment of reflection for the fact that you have never overheard good news. 

No matter. Once you figure out how the hell to get back to the waking world, you’ll never have to worry about Morpheus or Lucienne or anyone ever again. 

“Ezra may have been a dead end,” Morpheus admits. “The Corinthian is gone, so what power would he have here?” 

Lucienne tilts her head towards his coat pockets. “My lord, he’s not entirely gone.” 

Morpheus pulls the tiny skull from his pocket, holding it at a distance like some scene from Shakespeare. “You cannot be serious.” 

Lucienne nods. “It is the last of him. If you destroy it, you’ll be destroying everything he had an influence on. Including them.” 

“Not all of them,” Morpheus corrects her. You had been taken from the Dreaming, unfinished. You shudder at the thought of being reduced back to what you were. At this rate, you’d be better off destroyed entirely. 

“I think you should speak with them first, my lord. Whatever choice you make will directly affect them, permanently.” 

“I think…”

You miss the rest of their conversation in favor of putting yourself as far from the dream lord as possible. To exist is one thing, but to make him choose between The Corinthian and you?

The answer is obvious. 

You know the dream lord is proud of his creations, and assume destroying The Corinthian was something akin to an unforgivable act. It had been hard enough, watching him crumble to dust in the auditorium. 

There was at least hope, with The Corinthian, that he could be made again- better, stronger, even kinder perhaps. 

But with you? You, with such a cruel joke of purpose, and you’d spent over a hundred years being quite the opposite of a perfect partner. What use is there in starting now? 

You follow the cobblestone path outside of the castle, walking as far as your feet will take you. You take the time to bargain with your conscience- dying is the best you could wish for. It will hurt, but it will be temporary. 

And Morpheus will be better off with someone new. A completely different blueprint, a brand-new dream that will never have known life as a weapon.  

Gods, what a nightmare. You had to give The Corinthian credit, if only a little. You never imagined your purpose being so world-changing. Say you had destroyed Dream of the Endless? What would have happened then? 

You’re so caught up in thought that you don’t even hear Morpheus calling after you. The city is far behind you, and looking down you find yourself standing in a field dotted with pink carnations. 

Fiddler’s Green. 

“Ellis!” Morpheus calls again, and he’s next to you in an instant. “What are you doing out here?” 

“Getting one last good view in, I guess.” 

Morpheus sighs. “It does not have to be the last.” 

“It does. It does, ‘cause I’ll be damned if I make you pick between me and him,” you snap. “It’s not fair.” 

You sit with a huff down in the carnations, folding your knees to your chest. Another magnificent sun is setting over the hills again. 

Morpheus quietly sits next to you, watching as you pluck the nearest carnations to bits. 

After a few minutes, you stop and sit still. “Can I see the book again?” you ask. 

Morpheus pulls the hardcover book from his coat and hands it over. You leaf through the pages once more, looking for your rough draft.

You had hoped to see what you were meant to become- one last look before the end. And there you are, unfinished. The lilies in the column still make your stomach turn. 

Morpheus watches you carefully, quietly. The sunset has cast a rose-gold hue onto everything, and he’s struck by how beautiful you look. His own creation. 

The moment is ruined by the sound of tearing paper. You’re careful to avoid ripping out the other pages, but it isn’t right to have your failed existence in a book of proud accomplishments. 

“There,” you say, handing the book back to Morpheus. He’s speechless. “Now you can start over, right?” 

You’re overwhelmed by a sense of freedom, and of the end. This is it for you, and you should be allowed such an act of bravery. 

“Ellis, that’s not-”

“Start over,” you interrupt. “I’m serious. Make somebody perfect from the start. And maybe don’t leave ‘em unfinished for too long.” 

It’s a joke, but it still stings. If Morpheus had never left, who's to say you wouldn’t have had the perfect life? 

The skull in Morpheus’ pocket feels like it’s burning a hole through his coat. There is so much he wants to say, and so little a chance that you would even listen. You’ve already made up your mind. 

He pulls the trinket out anyways, watching your jaw drop in recognition. Frustrated, you play it off like another joke. “You could even make him your partner.” 

“I want you.” 

The words hang in the air between you, tinged with an endless yearning. Your heart flutters at the thought of what might have been. 

“I can’t stay like this,” you say quietly. 

“Then don’t,” Morpheus replies. His grip tightens on the skull, and a large crack appears to split above the jaw. 

You reach for his arm, panicking when he squeezes even harder. “Dream, cut it out. You’re scaring me.” 

“I do not mean to scare you. This is not a difficult choice for me, Ellis.”

“And what, I don’t get a say in it?”

“You do not have to stay here. But at least let me do this for you.”

“Okay,” you say quietly, releasing your grip on his arm. You sit in silence for a moment, preparing yourself for the worst. “Will it hurt?” you ask. 

He looks at the last piece of the Corinthian for a moment, and the dozens of pressure cracks spider-webbing around the cranium. Before he can answer, you reach for his hand again. 

“I don’t care.” 

You squeeze as hard as you can, and within moments the little skull is crushed to bits of sand. For a moment, nothing happens. You can hear Morpheus holding his breath, waiting. Hoping. Praying, even. 

A faint tingling sensation, like pins and needles, begins prickling up your arms. You look down to see the bones of your forearm revealed, the skin of your hands wisped away to skeletal fingers. Without a mirror, you can only assume the rest of your visage has been reduced to what it was before Ezra Lillin came into your life. 

Empty eye sockets. Flesh stretched taut over your skull. Your left arm is missing in its entirety. For once, you’re afraid to look at the dream lord- not because of what you can do, but because of what you are. 

“Ellis,” you hear him breathe out, finally. 

“Hi.” You’re embarrassed, shockingly, to return to your previous form. You refuse to look away from your hands, refuse to finally meet the eye of the dream lord. 

Morpheus is speechless. Seeing you now is like a hundred years had never passed. Here you are, his soulmate, exactly as he had left you. The rare view of a second chance.

The silence is deafening, for a moment. Morpheus breaks it with a simple question, one you had never once considered. 

“What would you like to be?” he asks. 

Yours, I want to be yours, please- “What am I supposed to be?” your voice is foreign once again, raspy and new. 

Morpheus motions to the shreds of paper in front of you. “I would not know. I never… never got any farther than that,” he answers. 

“That’s okay.” You’re quick to reassure him. “I… I don’t mind. Will it bother you? If I look the same?” 

You could almost swear you hear him breathe a sigh of relief at the thought. “Not at all.” 

He takes the sand from his coat pocket and carefully pours it into his hands, working quickly to form the missing pieces. A sweet breeze floats through Fiddler’s Green, and the sand blows with it, materializing the flesh that covers your bones. You watch in amazement, and within moments you’re almost complete. 

Just missing the eyes. 

“The most important part,” Morpheus comments, and for a moment you’re drawn back to Ezra’s shop, to the Corinthian. He had said the exact same sentiment, albeit for wildly different reasons. 

The dream lord looks around for a moment before picking two morning glories from the path from the field. Carefully, he holds the flowers out to you.

“What do you think?” he asks. 

“Are they going to be purple?” you ask. 

Morpheus laughs, the sound ringing in your ears. “Would you prefer a different color?” 

You shake your head. Internally, you’re ecstatic. “No, they’re perfect.” 

Morpheus nods. He pinches the rest of the sand into the center of the two blooms, balancing them carefully in one palm. “Alright,” he says, “Tilt your head back.” 

You lean back on both arms, looking up to the sunrise setting over Fiddler’s Green. “Like this?” you ask, looking over slightly. 

Morpheus nods, brushing the loose strands of hair away from your face. “Just like that,” he repeats quietly. 

Gently, he places the flowers on each of your empty eye sockets. You would be irritated by the feeling if you weren’t so focused on the dream lord being so close to you. You’re certain he hears the breath hitch in your throat as he leans over. 

He places a hand over your eyes, and for a moment, the world goes black. You’re briefly struck with the thought of something going wrong. 

“I c-can’t see,” you stutter, panicking, and Morpheus takes his hand away, reaching for yours. He gives it a reassuring squeeze.

Still black. 

“Ellis,” you hear him say with a laugh, “You have to open your eyes.”

You turn to him, eyes closed. “That’s it?” you ask incredulously. 

“That’s it.”

You reach for both of his hands, holding them in front of you. His palms are warm and rough. 

“Are you looking at me?” you ask. 

“Ellis,” he says, “Look at me.”

And you do. 

His irises are whirlpools of inky black, dotted with the same galaxies you’ve seen in the night sky of the Dreaming. You still get lost in them, but for once there are no flashes of sin, of regret, or despair. 

Just the god of dreams, looking back at you so lovingly that without a second thought you lean forward, crashing your lips against his. He reaches gently to cup your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. 

You’re struck with the overwhelming sensation that this is where you are meant to be. You tug his collar to pull him closer, wishing it never had to end.

After a moment, he pulls away slowly, both of you breathless. The nervous butterflies in your stomach are going absolutely haywire, and you can’t help smiling like an idiot. Morpheus has an almost identical look, and if Fiddler’s Green could speak, he would tell you both how absolutely, dumbfoundingly lovestruck you look.

He settles for cultivating the red and yellow daisies that bloom in a small patch between you and the dream lord.   

“Would you like to see them?” Morpheus asks, fabricating a small pocket mirror out of thin air. 

You nod. He clicks the mirror open and hands it to you, watching as you take a deep breath to steel yourself from visibly reacting. 

The morning glories have transformed into deep violet irises, with flecks of a lighter lavender. The edges are ringed in a pale gray. You watch yourself tear up at the sight, at how beautiful they are. 

“Thank you,” you say quietly, closing the mirror as a tear spills down your cheek. Morpheus hesitates for only a moment before brushing it away gently with his thumb. 

“Anything,” he answers, just as quiet, “for you.” 

You’re overcome with a flood of emotion, an outpouring of love and gratitude and fucking relief.

You’re not a weapon anymore. 

You won’t hurt anyone, not even Morpheus. 

Especially Morpheus. 

You wrap your arms around his neck in an embrace, almost falling into his lap when he sits back. You settle in sideways, your head tucked into his chest. He keeps an arm around your waist, his chin resting on the top of your head.

“You are welcome to return to the waking world,” he offers quietly. “Although you will always have a place here, with me.”

You ponder for a moment, what it would be like to have a normal life on the planet. For over a century, it had been the only thing you had wished for, more than anything. 

But you know now, beyond a shadow of a doubt, this is where you belong. Where you have always belonged, close enough to hear your soulmate’s heartbeat. 

“What if I want to stay?” you ask. 

Morpheus pulls you even closer, pressing his lips gently to the top of your head.

“Then stay.”

<3

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[lady-pug]

just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me

Chapter II of Dream a Little Dream of Me

Summary: You find yourself once more at the same strange town. This time, however, you end up wandering a bit further than you’ve ever been before, somewhere you shouldn’t be. But maybe you might meet just find the answers to all your questions. If you know who to ask.

Pairing: Morpheus | Dream of the Endless x Reader

Word count: 2,1k

Warnings: none

Notes: Thank you for anyone who’s read the first part! I hope you enjoy this part and the next ones to come! I hope to keep this up, I have ideas for two more chapters, and hope you enjoy them.

Reader's gender not specified

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It kept on happening. Every. Single. Night.

Every night you dreamt about the small town on the riverside, almost always bathed in moonlight. The stone pavement was always the same, the small houses never changing. The lovely lady at the café near the church still waved at you, smiling brightly. The old man at the bar would always wink every time you passed by. If you hadn’t been paying attention you wouldn’t have even noticed anything out of the ordinary. But something had changed.

Every night, when you fell asleep, you’d see him. Somewhere in the town, sometimes inside the church, sometimes rounding a corner, but always there. You tried talking to him, seeking answers to where you were, what you were doing here and what he wanted with you. Whenever he would notice you trying, though, he would turn on his heel, crossing the street or entering a house. Following him proved to be futile, seeing as he would simply disappear into thin air as soon as he left your eyesight. It was getting on your nerves, frustration seeping from your very being every morning when you woke up.

Tonight was just like every other.

As soon as you succumbed to sleep, your eyes fluttered open and you were met with the sight of the same stars you’d been seeing for weeks now. The midnight sky seemed even more blue today, only small hues of darkness surrounding the white-yellowish glow of the stars. It seemed poetic, in your opinion, how the darkness seemed to linger, just waiting for the moment the light would falter for just a second, a fliker, to engulf the entire world in Despair.

A chuckle from behind you pulled you out of your racing thoughts. The very same man who plagued your dreams was staring right at you, a cheeky grin pulling at his lips.

“Hey,” you whispered, almost breathlessly “it’s you.”

Had you not been paying close attention, enthralled by the man who appeared to be haunting your subconscious, you would have missed the smallest of nods he sent your way, his eyes closing as his chin tipped towards his chest. You blinked and he was back to staring intently at you, as if waiting for you to play your next move.

You were scared. Not as much as when you had faced the ominous castle that other night, but scared nonetheless. You weren’t scared of him per se, but this was the first time he had so much as looked you in the eye for longer than two seconds, much less interacted with you. You were afraid of doing the wrong thing, saying the wrong words, and sending him fleeing in the other direction.

From up close, you realized, he was very pretty. It wasn’t his appearance in itself that made him as beautiful as he was, more in the way he carried himself: high and mighty, with a tinge of cockiness that was just a tumble away from arrogance, but all the while never displaying anything less than pure elegance.

Intimidated by his commanding presence, you settled in asking the only thing that crossed your mind.

“Who are you?”

That seemed to be the wrong thing to say, as his entire demeanor deflated. His face fell, his beautiful almost-smile disappearing, as he turned on his heel and started walking away.

“W-wait!” you started walking after him “I’m sorry, please come back!”

He walked quickly, his long trench coat flailing behind him.

No. Not again. You weren’t going to lose him again. Even if you had to run until your lungs were on fire and your legs gave out from under you, you weren’t letting this man out of your sight.

You followed after him. Everytime he turned, swiftly crossing the street, or hid behind a building, you were right behind him, hot on his heels. You couldn't miss him, you couldn't let him get away. You had so many questions, and this mysterious man might possibly be the only one in town able to give you the answers you so desperately seeked.

Sensing you were still close to him he picked up his pace, almost jogging. You followed his lead and started walking faster as well. The faster you went the faster he did, trying to avoid you at all costs. But you weren't giving up so easily. You ran. The stony pavement wasn't the best setting to run, especially since dreamland decided to have you wear sandals tonight, but you didn't give up. You were almost reaching him, almost. If you just stretched your arm out far enough in front of you, you could grab the back of his overcoat.

All of a sudden he turned on his heel, startling you half to death as he turned to walk in your direction. Given how close you had been standing behind him, you had no time to move out of the way, making him collide into you. And then the inevitable happened. The force of his shoulder hitting you square in the chest shoved you to the ground, breath hitching as air escaped from your lungs the moment your back hit the pavement.

You blinked, trying to regain your breath and shake the confusion of such an impact out of you. Sitting up, you scanned your surroundings, looking for the man when realization hit you.

"Son of a..." you mumbled, running a hand over your face. The sneaky bastard purposely tripped you so he could get out of your sight and vanish.

Out of all the reactions you believed that might get out of you, bursting out laughing wasn't one of them. Tears gathered in the corner of your eyes as you tried to regain your composure, your stomach aching from the force of your laughter. As it subsided, you stood up, dusting yourself off as you looked around, attempting to locate yourself in town.

There were some houses lining up on each side of the street. It looked like all of the streets you had wandered through before. What caught your eye, though, was the large building right at the center of the block on one side of the road. It was large, its walls painted a faded white color, chirping at the corners, the windowsills collecting dust. It looked... inviting. It looked oddly familiar, but you couldn't for the life of you pinpoint where you remembered the structure from.

Forgetting all about the man you decided to head inside. What was the danger, anyway? Pushing the large wooden doors, you internally cringed at the loud clanging coming from its hinges. The interior was dimly lit, illuminated mainly by the light streaming in from the windows and a few candles scattered around. There were shelves pilled with books, dozens of rows of them. That's why you thought the building was familiar! It was a library! The first thing that had jumped to mind when you had first laid eyes on the exterior of the building was the front of the old public library back in your hometown.

Walking among the rows of shelves you scanned the spines of countless books. Some looked old and tattered, as if time and their owners hadn't been so kind to them. Others looked impeccable, almost shiny from how new they were. You recognized some of the titles and authors, Tolkien and García Marquez, Steinback and Graciliano Ramos, Ali Hazelwood and Murakami, Machado de Assis and Michael Crichton... one book in particular caught your eyes and you froze. Every muscle in your body locked in place and refused to so much as twitch, your knees almost buckling. It was your name. There was a book with your name in it.

Almost like it was moving on its own, your body seemed to wake up, reaching forward to grasp the book and carefully pull it out of the bookshelf. The cover was simple, not too many details surrounding the title and there, written in shiny letters, was your name.

"What...?" you whispered, running a tentative finger over the writing.

"You shouldn't be here, you know." a voice sounded from behind you. Startled, you let out a yelp. You'd have dropped the book had you not been holding onto it with an iron grip already.

Turning around you were met with a beautiful woman, head shaved and kind eyes behind a pair of round glasses.

"I-I'm sorry..." you said, slightly embarrassed at having been caught snooping around "It's just- this is me."

You opened the book despite the woman's protests and read the first page. It was the same few paragraphs that had been sitting in a Word Document on your laptop for months. Every time you sat down to try and write it you'd come up with nothing to follow up the beautiful words your mind had come up with during a bad case of insomnia, the blankness of the screen almost mocking you.

"I strongly suggest that you do not read the rest." the woman said, extending a hand for you to give the book back to her. With a sigh, you carefully placed it in her palms, turning to her with a confused expression.

"What is- what is that?" you asked, somewhat anxious "Did I write that?"

"Not yet." she replied, a gentle smile gracing her features "This library contains a collection of all the stories ever imagined and that ever will be imagined, having been published or not. If you're ever going to finish writing this depends only on you."

You looked around, mesmerized.

"What is this place?"

"You're in the Dreaming."

"The what?" you stared at her, confusion dripping from your tone.

"The realm of dreams. The domain of Lord Morpheus."

"Morpheus?"

She sighed, not unkindly.

"Dream of The Endless? The Sandman? King of Dreams?"

"The Sandman?" you asked in disbelief "The man who sprinkles sand into people's eyes to get them to sleep?"

"The very same."

"No way, you have to be kidding me." you smiled sarcastically, sure she was just mocking you.

"I'm afraid I'm not." she shook her head "Lord Morpheus has become... quite intrigued by you."

You tilted your head at her.

"Intrigued? What does that even mean?"

Her smile widened only a fraction as she took hold of your elbow and started gently guiding you through the library.

"Not many people can see his palace when they come here while dreaming, much less enter it. It's hidden from the mortal eye, and only dreams and nightmares can come in, apart from a few selected guests. But you... you are an exception."

You listened very carefully to her. This palace, was it the same castle you had seen a few weeks prior? Were you inside the castle right now?

"At first he thought you might be a Dream Vortex." her face turned into a grimace, and something told you that whatever a Dream Vortex was it evoked bad memories "But turns out you're just an ordinary human."

"Ouch." you said, only slightly offended.

"My apologies, that came out wrong.” she smiled “What I'm trying to say is you don't seem to pose any danger to this realm or its inhabitants. So naturally Lord Morpheus has become quite captivated by your presence."

You paused and contemplated her words. The Sandman himself was intrigued by you? What did he find so special about you anyway? And why did you keep on coming to this town?

"What does that mean for me? Why do I keep coming here?"

"That I don't know. Neither does he apparently-"

The sound of the doors opening abruptly cut her off, a new voice joining the room.

"Lucienne?" the voice was low, smooth, but seemed commanding even if you couldn't see the person it belonged to "Have you seen Gault? I thought they might be with Jed but I couldn't find them any-"

A man came to a halt at the end of the row you and the woman, whose name you guessed was Lucienne, were currently standing in. No, not a man. The man. The same man from earlier now stood before you, his light eyes wide at having been caught off guard by your presence.

"It's you." you whispered for the second time that night.

The sound of your voice, as low as you tried to keep it, seemed to spur him into action. His eyes hardened just a tiny bit, jaw set as he turned stared from you to Lucienne, who you noticed from the corner of your eye stepping in his direction like she wanted to prevent his next move, back to you.

"This dream is over."

You opened your eyes slowly, the soft beams of sunlight streaming in from where you'd forgotten to close the blinds the night before. You sat up in your bed, the sheets pooling at your waist, as you attempted to make sense of everything.

Dream. You'd just met the King of Dreams.

#morpheus x reader #dream x reader #sandman x reader #dream of the endless x reader #morpheus x gn!reader #dream x gn!reader #sandman x gn!reader #dream of the endless x gn!reader #the sandman fanfic #morpheus fanfiction #dream fanfic #dream of the endless fanfic

[ze-maki-nin]

Hey Mare bear

Would it be okay ig I got some mcyt hcs about a sick reader. Maybe not nessasarily comforting them bc that's over done but just something with a sick reader

This has been brought to you by me throwing up three times and coughing my ass off

I understand if you don't want to. Thanns

Oh bby :(

an exception just for you ^^

Dream

he would be so worried

Your personal maid for however long you’re sick

will get you whatever you ask for no matter the cost

bitch is all over the place

“this? What about this? No no, ok this?”

He could care les if you’re sick

he will cuddle and hug and kiss you still

and then proceed to get sick him self lmao

Sapnap

boy has no idea what to do

he’s running aroiund the place frantically yelling

“WHY DONYOU NEED? THIS? OR THIS?”

my guy is so loud until you tell him to quiet down

then he is the quietest person on earth

he’s like a sad puppy and it’s just

absolutely heartbreaking to se him frown when you go Into a coughing for or throw up

his eyes are watering cause he’s so sad

He will cuddle and hug you but kisses are if the table

he doesnt want to get sick cause he’ll feel bad for having you take care of him :(

Hope this is ok :,)

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