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stranger-nightmare · 2 years

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𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 (𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬)

Pairing: Morpheus / Dream x (female) Reader

Summary: being reunited with your lover, Morpheus, after he’d been captured for nearly a century

Warnings: angst, smut, tiny bit of dry humping I guess?, oral (f receiving), fingering, penetrative sex (m+f), multiple orgasms, minors DNI

A/N: here we are adding another pale emo boy to my never ending list of men I’d like to fuck lmao! title is of course from Sweet Dreams by Eurythmics! I hope you guys like this <33

p.s. this was not properly proofread bc I was in a rush to post it before I left for holiday so I’m so sorry for any spelling and grammar mistakes, hopefully it’s still readable lmao

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

“Here’s here! He’s back!” Lucienne pants as she barges through your door, or what was left of it at least.

You sit upright from where you were lying on the bed.

“What?” You squeak.

“He’s back. Morpheus. He’s here. He’s back at last,” she smiles at you, elation and sadness both mixing in her eyes.

You waste no time in following her, the two of you running through the ruins of your once beautiful castle until you reached the throne room. Your breathing fast and shallow, your heart pounding ferociously in your chest.

“Morpheus!” You all but sigh in relief as you finally lay your eyes on your lover.

He was standing by his throne, one hand rested on its back, dressed in his usual dark attire. For a moment your breath hitches in your throat. For a moment it was almost as if he’d never left, as if he’d been there, where he belonged, all this time. But your reverie is quickly broken when you feel the pang in your chest, the pain as it hit you again just how long your lover had been kept from you.

“My love,” he calls back quietly, his tone as serious and calm as it ever was.

He descends the stairs slowly, making his way towards you. You didn’t have it in you to be as calm and reserved as him. You raced towards him, closing the the distance between you as quickly as you could. You almost don’t stop when you reach him, you just crash into him. Your arms fling desperately around his neck, pulling him down into you. His hands snake around your waist and pull you flush against him, his palms flattening against your body, his fingers digging into your back.

You bury your face into his chest, titling upwards to nuzzle against his neck. He buries his own face into your neck, the warmth of his breath tickling your skin, making your hair stand on end. Your hands wander up his neck, moving to run through his hair, tugging it tightly, afraid that if you let go he’d somehow disappear again. You’re so lost in the moment, of having Morpheus back in your arms, you almost completely forget about Lucienne until she clears her throat lightly.

“I’ll, er, let you have some time alone,” she murmurs.

Morpheus raises his head slightly to nod an acknowledgment at her. As soon as she’s exited the throne room you tug him down by his hair, crashing his lips against yours. You both moan desperately into the kiss as your mouth greedily devours his, as if you could somehow make up for a century of having his lips parted from yours.

You didn’t need to talk, to say anything. There were no words to comprehend this moment. Instead you let all your feelings pass to him though your lips; a century of torment parted from your lover, a century of aching for him, of feeling so empty and incomplete. ‘I missed you’ simply wasn’t enough.

You moan softly again as you push your body against his even harder, arching your back and curving yourself into him. You feel a gentle smile tug at Morpheus’ lips as his hands hold you even tighter against him. Your hands move to tug at his long coat, pushing it off his shoulders. He lets the coat slip off his body before he presses into you even harder than before, walking you back a few paces.

You gasp in surprise against his lips when you feel something hit the back of your knees. You twist your head to suddenly see a magnificently large bed placed behind you. The sheets were black silk, it’s frame made from darkest of brown woods, gothic twists and turns carved into it’s structure.

It was beautiful. It was Morpheus.

“I almost forgot how much I missed that trick,” you smirk, referring to Morpheus’ ability to manipulate everything around you in the dreamworld.

Morpheus just hums deeply against your lips, his fingers digging into your hips as he tilts you further backwards, gently lying you down on the grand bed. He moves to kneel at the edge of the mattress, pausing briefly to slip off his black t-shirt and toss it to the floor. You feel your heart flutter with a mix of pain and excitement as your eyes take in the sight of his pale torso. He looked exactly the same, exactly as you remembered him. The nostalgic familiarity of his body causes a flood of emotions to surge through you, a tear blinking in your eye.

Morpheus notices your tears as he leans down over you, positioning himself above you, his hips against yours. He shushes you gently, bringing a hand to cup your face, his thumb swiping at your fallen tears.

“Shh, I’m here now, my love. I’m here,” he whispers before kissing you gently again.

Suddenly the messy urgency of before dissipates, melting into a languid and lazy kiss, as if the two of you had all the time in the world. Your hands roam over his torso, revelling in the smooth skin you hadn’t touched for a century. You feel the soft contours of his body, the ripple of his muscles as he holds himself above you. You scratch your nails down his stomach, eliciting a deep groan from Morpheus. You stop your movement just short of the small trial of dark hairs on his lower abdomen, sliding your hands back up his body until they clasped around the back of his neck once again.

As Morpheus kisses you his body starts to slowly rut against yours. You can feel the buckle of his belt dig into your lower belly as he grinds himself on top of you. Another moan passes your lips when you feel how hard he is; his cock straining against his dark jeans and poking between your thighs. You shiver and whimper when he moves his hips further forwards, pushing against your clothed pussy, providing the tiniest amount of friction.

Your hips buck up into the movement, humping him just as fervently as he was humping you. Your back arches, your covered chest pushing against his bare one. Slowly the urgency and desperation from before starts to creep back into your kiss, into your bodies. His mouth starts to attack yours more hungrily again, his lips moving faster and more greedily against your own. Your hands tug on his hair again, silently pleading him for more. His hands run down your body, grabbing at your hips and giving them an almost painful squeeze.

“Morpheus please,” you whisper. “I need you,” you whine, pushing your hips up against his for emphasis. “I need you to fuck me.”

He groans deeply again at your words, his fingers almost trembling where they held onto your hips. His eyebrows furrow, his face twisting in contemplation, almost as if he was fighting with himself, or fighting to control himself.

“I- I want to take my time with you, love,” he murmurs against your lips.

You shake your head lightly, your nose bumping against his.

“We can take our time later. We have all the time in the world now you’re back,” your sigh against his lips. “But right now, I just want you to fuck me. Please. Please,” you plead with him.

You continue to murmur the word ‘please’ against his skin as you kiss down his jaw, along his throat. You make your way to the spot just below his ear, the one you knew always drove him absolutely wild. Once you find the spot you bite gently at his pale skin, sucking quickly to pull a bruise to the surface; you were determined to show the worlds, dreaming and waking alike, who Morpheus, the Lord of Dreams himself, really belonged to.

Morpheus grunts when you suck harshly on that sensitive spot. His hands run up your body quickly again, snagging on the hem of your shirt and hurriedly lifting it free of your body. He groans deeply when he realises you weren’t wearing a bra, his gaze burning as he takes in the sight of your perfect tits. It seems he practically has to force his gaze away as he sits up and begins to make quick work of undoing the fastenings of your jeans. You shimmy your hips, helping him as he tosses them aside. You sit up, ferociously crashing your lips against Morpheus’s again as your shaky hands fumble desperately with the fastenings of his own jeans.

But he pulls your hands away, not so gently shoving you back down onto the mattress. He looks down at you with a commanding glare in his eyes. You move to sit up again but he grabs your jaw in his hand, pushing you back yet again until you were lying hapless on the bed.

“Morph-“ you whine, cut off when he squeezes your jaw.

“I will take my time with you, my love,” his voice is a whisper and yet it holds all the command and authority of a king.

A whimper lodges in your throat as Morpheus starts to drag his hand down your body. He gives your throat a gentle squeeze before his hand is trialing down your chest, between the valley of your breasts, over your stomach, right down until he reached your navel. His gaze follows his hand, his eyes mapping your entire body as you squirm naked beneath his stare.

“I’ve missed this body,” he muses to himself, his eyes glazed, drunk on the sight of you. His eyes snap back up to yours before he adds; “I’ve missed you.”

He looks at you with such an intense and sad gaze that you feel your heart twinge again, a tear pricking your eye. You take one of your hands and place it over his where it still rested on your lower abdomen.

“I’ve missed you too,” you squeak, giving his hand a squeeze.

He flashes a soft smile, taking your hand in his and bringing it to his lips so that he could place a chaste kiss to your knuckles. Your heart twists at the gesture; it was something he used to do frequently before he’d disappeared. He bumps his nose against your knuckles before gently placing your hand back on your stomach. His small smile twists into a smirk when he finally leans forwards again, hovering over you. His lips land on your chest and begin following the same trail he’d just made with his hand.

You shiver as he kisses down your body, his lips somehow cold and yet burning like fire as they sear down onto your skin. You bite your lip as you look down at him, his eyes trained on yours even as he kisses lower and lower down your body.

When he finally reaches the apex of your thighs he first places a gentle kiss to your pussy lips. His hands move to tuck under your thighs, helping to hold you open. He flashes you that tiny beautiful smirk again before he finally licks a stripe up through your folds. You shiver at the sensation, throwing your head back immediately. It was almost outrageous how just the lightest of touches was already driving you wild; you are simply just horrendously desperate for your lover’s touch. And he was more than happy to oblige.

Morpheus licks through your folds a few more times, spreading a mixture of your arousal and his saliva all through your slit. A strained profanity slips past your lips when he finally starts to focus his attention on your clit. He sucks it into his mouth, his tongue swirling it languidly. Your hips buck, your body jerking under his touch as the feeling almost overwhelms you. You swear you can still feel his smirk as he brings one of his hands from under your thighs, moving it to splay across your lower belly again, pushing you down and pinning your hips to the mattress. You whine, a sound somewhere between frustration and pleasure.

“Mmm, I’ve missed your taste,” he groans against your cunt. “You always taste so exquisite. Just heavenly,” he hums.

You whimper, his name falling from your lips in a sinful moan. He reciprocates your moan, the noise vibrating through to your clit as he sucks it back into his mouth. Pleasure sears through your body, a fire inside that you’d not felt for over a century. Your head almost feels dizzy, your breathing shallow and fast, your skin tingling, your fingers and toes almost going numb as all feeling is focused in your core.

“M-Moprheus,” you whine, twisting your head to hide in the sheets, almost embarrassed by how quickly your orgasm was building.

Your thighs tremble and shake on either side of his head, your toes curling and pushing against his shoulders. He moans against you again as he feel you start to buck your hips more fervently against his face. He glances up at you and sees how you’ve twisted to cover your face, hiding the heat in your cheeks as your body surged closer and closer towards your climax.

“It’s okay, my love, just let go. I want you to let go,” he whispers gently.

You mewl, your fingers knotting harshly in his hair, your back arching and your neck twisting even further away from his stare.

“Look at me, lover, please. I want to see your face,” he pleads quietly. “I need to see how good I make you feel.”

Though he may be pleading there’s still that edge of command in his tone that lets you know it wasn’t really a request and there really wasn’t any room for arguing. You bite your quivering bottom lip as you slowly lift your head to look at him. You moan lewdly as you catch the sight of him between your thighs. His gentle blue eyes are somehow dark with lust, his hair even messier than usual from where your fingers were gripping it. You can just about see, as well as feel, the smirk on his lips as he keeps his tongue swirling over your clit, sucking softly at the same time. The sight and sensation of it all is finally enough to tip you over the edge.

“O-oh, fuck,” you barely manage to choke out as pleasure races through your entire body, spreading from your core right into the tips of your fingers and your toes.

You fight the urge to toss your head back and arch your spine as you desperately try to keep your eyes on his. You feel his smirk grow into a small grin of pride as he continues to just lightly suck on your clit, enough to prolong your orgasm without making you go too sensitive. When your body has finally given every ounce of pleasure it had to offer, for the moment anyway, he removes his mouth from your cunt and starts kissing your inner thighs again lightly.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs lowly against your skin, placing another kiss to your thigh. “You did so well for me,” he praises gently.

You slump back against the mattress again, your chest rising and falling heavily as you try to catch your breath. Morpheus just continues to kiss all over your thighs as he gives you a moment to recover, occasionally biting and sucking a hickey into your skin. Feeling the wetness of your euphoria on his chin and lips as he kisses over your skin feels deliciously filthy.

His hands stroke the back of your thighs and your ass, grazing over your hips, causing goosebumps to raise on your flesh, a shiver running through your whole body. Your hands loosen their grip on his hair, instead just stroking his head lightly as you try to relax and just revel in the feeling of being with your lover once again.

But it’s not long before you start to feel the ache build in your core again, your cunt clenching desperately over nothing as Morpheus kisses tantalisingly close to your pussy.

“Please,” you beg quietly, your head lulling to the side again. “Please Morpheus, I need you inside me,” you almost cry, your voice pitching in tone.

“Shhh,” he kisses the inside of your thigh. “All in good time, my love,” he promises.

He continues to kiss at your thighs for a short while before you feel one of fingers gently brush through your folds. You mewl at the feeling, at the promise of more. He swipes his finger through your slit, gathering the wet mixture of his spit and your cum. It’s like fireworks explode in your chest when you finally feel his finger push into you, slowly and gently stretching you open. You swear your body was about to combust when he’s quickly able to add another finger, your wetness making it all too easy for him to pump his two fingers in and out of you.

Your fingers knot tighter in his hair, yanking hard as he starts to curl his fingers, searching for that sweet spot inside you. He hums in satisfaction, kissing your thigh again when he hears a squeaky moan lodge in your throat, knowing he’d found the right spot.

“O-oh fuck. Yes...” you whisper with a shaky breath as he adds his mouth back into the mix, his tongue smothering over your clit again.

He curls his fingers in time with his tongue, stroking your sweet spot with the pads of his fingers as his tongue swirls circles around your swollen clit. Your body feels impossibly hot, the pleasure making you feel tingly as it races through you. Your orgasm builds even faster than before, rushing to the surface and breaking over your body. You can barely moan Morpheus’ name as he pumps and sucks you through your second high. You convulse and shake, your body almost twitching from the pleasure, your pussy clamping over his fingers as he slowly continues to curl them against that spot inside you.

Morpheus hums in satisfaction again as he steadily slows down his movements, slowly bringing you down from your high. He sits up, his eyes never leaving yours, before he gently pulls his fingers free from you. You gasp at the loss of contact but the sound quickly develops into a full blown moan when you see Morpheus bring his two fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean of your juices as he continues to stare you down.

You can’t wait any more; you needed this man to fuck you.

You didn’t even care how sensitive you were from your first two orgasms. You sit up and grab him by the back of his neck, yanking him harshly down until his lips collided with yours. Another moan escapes you as you taste yourself in his mouth, the tang of your arousal coating his tongue as it roamed over yours. You pull on the hair at the nape of his neck, arching your back and pushing your chest up against his, your perked nipples brushing against his skin.

Morpheus groans into the kiss as his body starts to move against yours, his still clothed hips slotting between yours. The tent in his dark jeans rubs against your pussy and sends a flare of euphoria through you again.

But it still just wasn’t enough.

Your fingers quiver as they fumble once again with the fastenings of his jeans; only this time he doesn’t move to stop you. You moan greedily into the kiss, your lips moving with an even more urgent hunger against his as you start to push his jeans and boxers down his hips. He breaks the kiss briefly as he shifts to remove his jeans completely, throwing them to join the rest of your clothes somewhere on the floor.

The sound that leaves your throat when you’re finally able to take in the glory of his naked body is almost indescribable. He was just so painstakingly beautiful it genuinely made your chest ache. You can’t bring yourself to wait any longer as you reach forwards to grab his glorious cock in your hand. You swipe your thumb over his red and swollen tip, gathering the pre-cum and swirling it around his head. Morpheus all but shudders as you do so, his eyes fluttering as he tries to keep himself under control.

You’re just about to start stroking him properly when his hand clamps over your wrist, giving a quick but firm shake of his head. You release his cock as he gently guides you to lie back on the bed, his body crawling over yours. His nose bumps yours as he gives you a desperate and messy kiss before you feel the wet and warm tip of his cock nudge against your folds. Your fingers curl and dig into his shoulders as you desperately try to pull him against you.

Morpheus grabs his cock and helps guide it through your slit, gathering the mixture of his spit and your cum and coating himself with it. Then, at long last, you finally feel him start to push inside you. A whimper escapes traitorously past your lips as you feel the dull ache of him stretching you open. You could feel just how tight you were around him as he slowly pushes himself into you, slowly slotting himself to the hilt, until you could feel his hips flush against yours again.

You feel the light tremor in Morpheus’ body, the slight tremble in his arms as he holds himself above you. His eyes close and his face twists with pleasure, and with concentration, as if he was pouring all of his focus into not cumming almost immediately at the feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around him after a century apart. His head hangs low, his fringe ticking your forehead as he pauses there for a moment, giving you a second to adjust, or giving himself a moment to gather himself before he loses himself completely to the feeling of you.

He takes a deep shuddering breath, searching your face. You nod quickly, bucking your hips again as you silently give him permission to move. He nods shortly himself before he obliges your request from the beginning and slowly but surely starts to fuck himself into you.

He’s barely started to move and already you can feel fireworks explode throughout your body. Your hips buck to meet his, your tits pushing up against his chest, your nails tearing at the skin of his shoulders. He shudders and groans as he feels you pulse around him, hugging his cock impossibly tight.

“Oh, my love, I’ve missed how good you feel,” he whispers with a deep groan, “how tight and perfect you are for me.”

HIs voice is so quiet, almost as if he’s rambling more to himself than to you. You can feel his breath tickling your face as he hovers just above you. His one hand holds himself up, resting just next to your head. His other travels across your waist, caressing the soft curves of your body. That same hand trails higher up your body, grazing the side of your breast until he reaches the apex of your arm.

You shiver, more goosebumps beginning to litter your skin as his fingers dance back down your arm. You mewl softly when his hand reaches yours, dancing over your palm until his fingers interlock with your own. He gives your hand a quick squeeze before he lifts it above your head, pinning it to the mattress behind you.

His name escapes your lips in a plea as he squeezes your hand again. At the same time he begins to speed up his thrusts. His pace is still relatively slow and steady; he puts all his effort is focused on trusting deep inside you, the tip of his cock brushing that spot inside you with each snap of his hips. With each thrust another cacophony of moans fly from your lips.

“I think most of all,” he continues through his shaky breathing, “I’ve missed the sounds you make. The way my name falls from your lips,” he pants hotly, his breath fanning over your face. “You are divine,” he groans through gritted teeth, “like the sweetest dream there ever was.”

You moan his name again as you feel your body coil again, the fire burning and building in your core with each brush of his cock inside you. Morpheus pushes his forehead down against your own, his nose bumping against yours as his own moans start to increase in frequency. You almost smile as you feel a small jolt of joy swell in your chest. His moans grow higher in pitch and you knew it was his telltale sign that he was close to finishing himself.

But you also knew he never let himself finish first. And, as you expected, as he always used to do, he brings his hand, the one not holding onto yours, down between your bodies. His fingers find your clit quickly, wasting no time in circling it with expert precision.

His eyes search yours desperately, a century of unspoken emotions passing between the two of you. You knew there were no words to describe how you both felt. No amount of letters would ever be able to encapsulate the enormity of torment that had been your time apart.

Instead you just let your bodies do the talking. The glaze of tears in his eyes letting you know how much he loved you. The hunger of his lips when they moved with yours showing you much he missed you. The tight grip on your hand signalling that he would never let you go; a silent promise that you’d never be parted again.

You lose yourself in the moment. Nothing else exists other than here and now. You pay no mind to the crumbling castle around you, the vast and empty space that stretches on forever. All you see, all you feel, is Morpheus. Your senses are clouded and overwhelmed by him. The sight his ethereal blue eyes boring into yours. The smell of him, light and clean, refreshing and comforting. The feeling of his smooth skin under your palms are you claw at his back. The wet sounds of his cock slipping in and out of you with ease. The gentle sounds of his heavy breathing and soft groans in your ear.

“Morpheus, I- I’m close,” you breathe, nudging your nose up against his.

He nods lightly; “let go for me, baby.”

You whimper, something akin to a sob, when you hear him call you ‘baby’. He hardly ever called you that despite knowing how much you actually loved it. The pet name, his fingers circling your clit, and another deep thrust of his cock inside you, finally work to tip you over the edge once again.

This climax was different to the others; it was more intense but not in a way that felt overwhelming or too much. It was just the prefect amount of pleasure and you swear your vision goes blurry as you reel from the sensation. Your eyes roll back slightly, your head lulling onto the pillow, your jaw going slack as your mouth hangs open in a silent O.

“Oh how I’ve missed that view; how beautiful you are when you fall apart for me,” Morpheus groans lowly as he keeps fucking into you slowly.

His hips jut raggedly against yours, his pace faltering and his thrusts turning sloppy as he fucks himself towards his own climax. You paw at his back with your free hand desperately as you encourage him to let go. You slide your hand up his neck and fist his dark hair again, pulling tightly in the way you knew he liked. And it worked, as not a second later his hips still completely as he lurches deeply against you, finally climaxing himself.

He pants shakily, deep groans falling from his parted lips as his cock twitches inside you. You sigh his name contently as you feel the warmth of his release flood inside you. His hand shakes where it still holds onto your own. His other hand had moved to squeeze your hip as he slowly rocks you both through the remnants of your highs.

The two of you just stare at each other for a second, the both of you trying to make this moment last for a century, as if this could make up for the century spent apart.

Morpheus smiles gently down at you, his hand moving from your hip to palm your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin. You reach up to cup his face in return, your fingers softly tracing over his features. His eyebrows furrow when he sees a slight sadness behind your eyes.

“What’s wrong?” He asks quietly, twisting his face to place a gentle kiss to your palm.

“It’s nothing,” you shake your head slightly.

You sigh defeatedly before explaining further, warmth rising to your cheeks with a slight embarrassment.

“I want to say 'I love you', but the words seem somehow so small and insignificant, like they’d never be big enough to capture how I actually feel,” you whisper.

Morpheus just smiles gently, leaning down until his lips connected with yours in a gentle kiss. You both smile softly into the kiss when you feel the silent message pass from his lips to yours.

Perhaps words would never be enough to encapsulate how you felt about each other. But it didn’t matter. You could feel it in your heart. And, somehow, you just knew that he could feel it in his heart too.

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A/N: just gonna tag my babies @mothdruid and @siempre-bucky as well bc I know how much they love this pale emo too!! I really hope you all liked this <33

p.s this will be my final fic for a short while as I’ll be away on holiday and taking a short hiatus from Friday onwards!

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lex-the-flex · 10 months

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SANDMAN PEEPS WAKE UP!! WHERE YOU AT???

#the sandman #the sandman season 2 #the sandman netflix #the sandman comics #dream of the endless #morpheus sandman #morpheus #dream x you #dream x reader #morpheus x reader #morpheus x you #tom sturridge #neil gaiman

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disturbed-and-depressed · 1 year

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Dream: Sapnap, you'll be working with Karl and Y/n.

Sapnap: Alright! My fantasy threesome!

Everyone else: *blank stares*

Sapnap: ...Of people on a team.

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paradiseinaverno · 2 years

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Reader is a human and is oblivious to Morpheus's feelings for her?!?

in your dreams

aka; gn!reader being completely oblivious to morpheus’ feelings

thank you for the ask ! as always, lowercase intended :)

headcanons, morpheus x constantine!reader, established contact, slight plot derision, heavy miscommunication (idiots in love basically), GENDER NOT SPECIFIED !

oh you silly, oblivious fool. the both of you.

in fact, morpheus should become despair, and you? denial. utter delusion.

despite having strings of passionate love affairs, morpheus is perplexed by you. the seduction has never been hard for him, only the longevity. but he can’t even reach that.

he supposes he should be somewhat grateful, as he won’t come on too headstrong. on the other hand, however, he wonders exactly how much effort he has to put in to win you over. and morpheus has never shied away from a romantic pursuit, especially not when it involves his ego (which, in fairness, it always does), but you are…something else. that’s why he likes you. you’re so different from your sibling; where she’s perceptive, you practically live in daydreams.

and that is precisely where he begins his pursuit of you. in your dreams, as you say to him. morpheus begins by making everything softer, brighter. both you and your sister are chronic nightmare sufferers, as you’ve mentioned. so, unknown to you, he keeps nightmares at bay. not this time, he chides them. not this time.

it’s the first night you get a full eight hours of uninterrupted sleep.

you suspect it has something to do with him, but you brush it off as impersonal. even despite johanna’s prodding, you think it’s probably because the sand has been returned.

“i’m telling you jo, it’s nothing.”

“well he didn’t make my nightmares suddenly vanish. next time you see him, tell him i have a bone to pick with him.”

“there won’t be a next time!”

deep down, you hope there will be.

on the other hand, it’s been at least two weeks of pleasant dreams, and morpheus’ patience is wearing thin. surely for someone of your intelligence, you’d realise it has something to do with him? fine. maybe he just has to be more obvious.

he starts by physically appearing in your dream. slowly, though. tactfully. there’s roses along the meadow you’re dreaming of tonight. maybe it’s just you, but you swear you can hear some type of slow jazz.

it takes you at least twenty minutes (if the dreaming even has a linear concept of time) to notice him. and when you do, it’s only because he has to shuffle to get a better view of you, and you’re slightly perplexed by the swath of black fabric against such a vibrant pink background.

“oh! it’s you!”

finally, he thinks. “it is. and you, y/n? how are you?”

“i’m good. i’m not sure if this is actually you, or if you’re just me. still wrapping my head around this whole thing.”

“i am quite certain that we are separate. it will take time to adjust, but i am sure you will. you have quite the mind.”

you flush. “thank you. oh! actually, i had a favour to ask.”

“anything,” morpheus replies, instantly. there’s a softness in his voice that makes you almost melt. he, on the other hand, is elated. such intimacy, already? perhaps his worries were for nothing. he’d quite literally grant you the sun, if he could (though he doesn’t have the best experiences with those).

“could you perhaps get rid of my sister’s nightmares, too? in her own words, she ‘has a bone to pick.’ if that’s not too much?”

ah. not quite the favour he was thinking, but if it makes you happy…

“of course. i will see to it myself.”

you smile at that, and morpheus feels a warmth in his chest that he hasn’t felt for a long, long time.

“thanks, man. i appreciate that.”

you physically cringe. man ? there are seven ways you can envision the ground swallowing you up alive, and the only reason it doesn’t is because of morpheus’ presence.

meanwhile morpheus himself is inwardly despairing. ‘man’ ? either humans have changed entirely, or his seductive skills are at a miserable low.

thankfully, you’re saved by your alarm blaring through. you wake up in sheer agony. so bad, in fact, that you lie in bed for another twenty minutes quite literally saying prayers to every deity you can imagine. you’re atoning for some sin you can’t even think about. what the hell have you done to deserve this?

whilst you’re busy despairing in the waking world, morpheus is slumping against his throne in the dreaming. despair must be having a brilliant time, he thinks.

it takes both lucienne and matthew’s combined efforts to pull him out. giving the lord of dreams a pep talk? never been on the agenda, but he feels remarkably better after matthew assures him “maybe they’re just shy!”

so morpheus does something he’s never done before.

he consults human dating books. oh, so a ‘light touch on the arm’ is still popular. matthew tells him to try a more extroverted approach.

“why can’t you just tell them?”

but the lord of dreams is a prideful creature, though he’d never admit it. why should he go to them?

underneath that is a piercing fear of rejection, of being alone again, especially after the burgess incident. but that’s for later.

morpheus even consults death. his sister has a wonderful track record of being good with humans.

so, armed with flowers, and newfound knowledge of “tenderness, morpheus. be tender and warm,” he shows up at your door.

when you answer, you’re delighted, though you try and hide it, of course.

“hi again - oh, are those for johanna? she’s out at the moment, unfortunately, but i can pass a message on if you’d like?”

he blinks. “no, they…they are for you, actually.”

your eyes widen in surprise. “for me? what’s the occasion?”

he looks at you, so deeply that you almost shudder. there’s something…tangible about his stare. something that looks like restraint. “there was no reason,” he almost whispers. “i just thought you might like these. they’re often in your dreams.”

you could melt right there. he saw your dreams? personally?

but of course he did. he’s quite literally the lord of dreams. he sees everybody’s.

inwardly, you recoil, too caught up in denial to continue even thinking about any possible advances towards you.

“that’s…that’s really nice of you. thank you. would you like to come in?”

but before he can, you hear a car pull up. johanna’s home. and you love your sister, you truly do, but just this once you wish she hadn’t been home on time (which is a rare occurrence of it’s own).

morpheus, on the other hand, looks distraught. he’s practically on the verge of tears as johanna approaches, and though you remind him the offer still stands, he bids the both of you farewell. much to matthew’s chagrin, of course.

“nice one, boss.”

johanna teases you about the flowers, but you brush her off.

“it’s probably just appreciation. you know, because of the sand?”

your sister’s had enough. “you’re utterly hopeless, you know that? and so is he.”

“who?” you ask, absentmindedly.

“your sand boyfriend.”

“he’s not my boyfriend!”

oh, but how he wants to be.

in fact, morpheus has all but given up, until he sees one dream that particularly intrigues him.

you’re dreaming, again. you’re dreaming, and he could fall to his knees in relief when he realises that you’re dreaming of a romance movie.

it’s pride and prejudice. and the only reason he realises this is because he was there for its publication, of course (and because there’s been a strange influx of austen-adapted movie dreams lately, for some reason).

but it’s the scene that intrigues him, where darcy is walking up to you, in this case, and profoundly expressing his love.

how odd. he never would have pegged you down for such a hopeless romantic, but now he realises. he needs to be forward in his advances.

so he swallows your pride and shows up at your door the next morning, armed with nothing this time.

you answer the door hurriedly after hopping out of the shower, wearing nothing but an artfully wrapped towel, thinking it’s johanna.

it’s not. it’s a man (a man?) you are incredibly interested in, and you’re standing in front of him with wet hair and just a towel.

“could you…could you give me a minute, maybe?”

but morpheus’ usually formal tendencies have somehow vanished, and he protests.

“i need to speak to you.”

he barely waits for an answer, striding in. you practically run to shut the door, frantically looking around for something to preserve any shred of modesty you have left. that towel is slipping and you give yourself maybe five minutes before all hell breaks loose.

“y/n.”

“morpheus?”

to your utter horror, he launches into a speech you find all too familiar.

“-you have bewitched me, body and soul, and i-”

“were you spying on me?”

you’re seething. is this some sort of joke? does he mean to insult you? does he find humour in dreams that bring you some semblance of joy?

“i…”

“you have no right to peer into my dreams. that is personal. i don’t give a shit if you’re the king of dreams, you let me have that! let me live my dreams in peace!”

you’re all but yelling into his face, jabbing a finger into his chest. embarrassment is flaring into every atom of your being at the thought of him laughing at you. ridiculing you.

to your surprise, his own eyes burn in anger. “my apologies, but you are not exactly the easiest person to please.”

“to please?”

he groans. quite literally. the sound reverberates around the walls.

“do you have any idea how utterly exhausting it is to get in your mind? to try and win your affection? i have done everything. i have lost my dignity - i even considered asking desire for advice, all for you!” his voice penetrates into every layer of your body.

bashfully, you mutter, “why?”

if he could explode, he might have. you’ve both quietened down, a palpable tension between the two of you. the clock ticking dully is the only sound that fills the room for maybe five minutes.

“i have…i feel for you.”

“what? like pity?”

“no. listen to me. i feel for you. i have feelings for you. every moment i spend in your presence is a test of my restraint. there are no words for the boundless nature of just how deeply i feel for you. i am…i am half agony, half hope. say the word once, and i will leave you in peace. i will not interfere in your affairs, nor your dreams, again. but if there is even a glimmering semblance of affection for me, i beg you. tell me so. i cannot bear it any longer.”

oh.

you’ve never been good with words. it’s not in your nature; you’ve always left the negotiating, the diplomacy, to your sister. you’ve always been the first to act.

so when you grab morpheus’ face with your hands, eyes locked, you can feel in your gut that once again, your instinct hasn’t failed you.

you can practically hear relief filled in the sigh that escapes morpheus’ lips, a wordless plea pooling in his eyes, mouth begging to be savoured with everything you have in you. so tenderly, you press your lips to his.

it’s heaven. months, of pure restraint and long-awaited hope pour into the kiss, settle into your bones, wrap around the two of you. in fact, it’s almost like you both become one, so deeply are you melded together. kissing morpheus is like being filled with every star in the cosmos; like light and dark themselves, simultaneously.

when you finally break apart, you can’t help the smile that spreads on your face, and neither can he.

he looks at you eyes full of wonder, lips lightly swollen from the kiss. you’re wrapped in his arms, and his neck is woven in between your own arms.

“nice way to sneak austen in there, casanova. i thought the lord of dreams would have been original about that stuff.”

he pulls you closer, your head nestling into the crook of his neck. “i might have been very loosely inspired.”

you hum softly. “what a shame. you owe her an apology.”

morpheus shakes his head, and you feel a low chuckle build in his throat.

“in her dreams.”

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sunshine-on-marz · 2 years

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how aboutttt dream hyping you up in your twitch/instagram chat/comments?

Anon, you understand me.

He looks like such a sweet darling baby puppy honey bunny schnookems

Dream x Reader

It would be so funny

He would straight up use his main accounts/well known alts

Like you post a pic and he is immediately like

Dream✔️:you’re so fucking hot

The fans find it hilarious

Also, he hyped up pics he’s already seen

Like you send him a pic and ask “should I post it” and he hyped it up

Then you post it and he hyped it up again

If you’re on twitch:

He’s once again on his main

Dreamwastaken donated 15$: you’re hot

“Thank you clay”

Dreamwastaken donated 30$: you’re welcome ;)

“Stop sending me money baby”

Dreamwastaken donated 60$: No thanks

“Oh my gooooood”

Dreamwastaken donated 120$: Love youuuu

“I love you to hun”

Or he hides in chat and breaks the rules

Dreamwastaken: nice ass

GabbyIsntFound[MOD]: you’re on thin ice Clayton

Overall he’s super sweet and hyped you up so so so much

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tipsy. ~ morpheus x fem!reader

Summary: Morpheus takes care of you after you get drunk with Destiny and Death. II fluff

Words: 531 Warnings: mentions of alcohol use Pairing: Morpheus x female!Reader

„And then I said to him – whoops!” The chair on which you currently stand to dramatically tell your story suddenly … tips. You fall, arms flailing, drink crashing to the ground but instead of following the glass, you land right in the arms of a certain more or less annoyed Dream Lord.

“Oops, didn’t see you there”, you giggle as you look up to him. In the background, Desire and Death are laughing.

“Hmm, I figured”, Morpheus says and you could swear that he sounds a bit amused. But maybe that’s the alcohol talking.

“You got her drunk?”, he asks, voice much colder now as he addresses his siblings. “Whose idea was that? Desire?”

“Don’t blame me!” Desire lifts up both of their hands, a wide grin on their face. “It was her idea!”

“That’s true, Dream”, you come to their help but he ignores you.

“I expected better from you, Death.”

“Ah, come on, don’t be such a buzzkill, brother,” Death exclaims, rolling her eyes. “It’s all in good fun.”

“See,” you repeat, giggling again. “All in good fun.”

Desire snorts, Death grins, Dream sighs.

“Let’s get you to bed then,” he mumbles and lifts you up, full-on bridal style. A second later, your surroundings have changed and you’re in his personal chambers.

“Technically, I am already sleep, aren’t I?”, you wonder as he carries you to his bed.

“Still, you need rest. Alcohol in the Dreaming can affect you just as much.” He lets you down carefully. The sheets feel nice and cool against your heated skin. Morpheus sits down next to you and reaches for the covers. You however have different plans – you sit up, the world spins, and reach for him. You actually manage to grab him by surprise and as you press his mouth to his, you feel him smile against you. He breaks the kiss quickly, holding your hands tightly by the wrists.

“We will do no such thing.”

“Why not?”, you whine.

“Because, my love, you are very, very drunk.” Slowly he pushes you down to lay down again.

“So?” You pout. “I want you. Sober or not sober.”

Dream chuckles. You love it when he does that. “Then surely you can wait until you are actually sober.”

“You’re being mean.”

“I am not. You’re being whiny.”

“Pff.” Suddenly your eyes begin to feel heavy. You hardly even notice that Dream begins to pull off your shoes.

“Besides, you stink of alcohol”, he continues. “What did they give you?”

“Did you just tell me I stink?” Slightly offended, you open an eye.

Dream nods, dead serious. “I did.”

“And here I thought you loved me.” You sigh dramatically. The blanket feels heavy on your shoulders and you already feel yourself drifting. “It was fun though”, you mumble into the pillow. “Your siblings are nice.”

“Mhh”, he murmurs. The mattress dips and he pulls you into his arms.

You nuzzle your head against his chest. “I loved hanging out with them.”

“And I love you.”

The smile appears naturally on your face. “I love you too.” You yawn. “If you change your mind about … you know. Let me know.”

His body vibrates as he laughs. “Rest now, my Queen.”

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modelbus · 1 year

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Hey! I was wondering if you could do MCYTs x female reader jealously HCs like if someone started flirting with their partner! Thank you! <3

I am opinionated on this Also, I didn’t do a little blurb thing for Tommy because I have a full one shot on him being jealous! And this got long. Fast.

MCYTs included (all CC!): Dream, Wilbur, Tommy, Sapnap, George

Jealousy

Dream

He gets jealous SO easy. Someone he doesn’t know is just talking to you? He’s by your side the entire time unless he gets called away or you have a problem with it.

He’s nearly always by your side but you don’t complain because he’s like a human heater.

If someone is straight-up flirting with you, he slides into the conversation by kissing you and being like “oh, who is this?”

Dream is a cocky bastard and would 100% just smirk at whoever dared to flirt with you while wrapping an arm around your waist.

When the poor person who flirted with you asks if you two are dating, he answers “of course.” as if there was no way you weren’t.

I feel like he’d get jealous in the type of way that he just wants to spend time with you more than anything else. He’d get all grumpy and complain about everyone taking your attention.

But only of people that aren’t your friends. If they’re his and you don’t really know them and they’re stealing your attention? Fuck that, Dream will privately murder them.

He’s not shy about being jealous at all. If you poke fun or ask him, he’ll admit it. Hell, he’ll openly announce he’s jealous if it’ll get you to give him attention.

Voice tipping into a whine, "Spend time with me! I’m jealous!”

“I’m lonely! Please, spend time with me!” Your boyfriend announces, dramatically collapsing onto your bed.

“Hang on.” You tell the discord call, muting yourself. “Dream!”

“What?! I’m lonely!”

“Both George and Sapnap are in this house.”

He pouts at you. “But I want to spend time with the person I’m dating! Come on, we can go watch that new movie you’ve been wanting to see!”

It’s temping and he knows it. Your discord call wasn’t too important, and besides, you were almost done with it. With a sigh, you unmute yourself to give into Dream’s demands.

“I have to go, but it was nice talking with you guys!” After a minute of goodbyes, you disconnect and turn back to Dream. “Let’s go see that movie.”

He pumps his fist in the air, making you laugh. Dream might be a little attention-needy, but you absolutely loved him.

Wilbur

Wilbur wouldn’t say anything to whoever’s flirting with you, but he wouldn’t let you forget he’s there listening.

Lightly trailing his hands up your sides to lean down and whisper in your ear, “this is who you’re spending your time with, love?”

He’d tear apart whoever is flirting with you but only to you.

“-and then I told him there was no way in hell I’d be doing that!” The guy you’re talking to finishes, laughing at himself.

“Oh, he thinks himself a funny guy.” Wilbur whispers in your ear.

You almost jump, not having realized he had joined you two. Although, you couldn’t help but agree with him. The dude you were talking to—Noah, maybe?—wasn’t actually funny. At all.

Wilbur’s hands settle on your waist. “What do you say we leave?”

As if he needed to prove he was better than whoever tried flirting with you, he’d take you to a fancy dinner or something.

Oh, and he’d NEVER admit he’s jealous. Keep giving excuses and act fool is his new motto.

Honestly though, his jealously comes from a fear of how much he loves you and how much power you have over him.

He gets jealous over literally nothing, but doesn’t do anything until a situation escalates a little so he feels justified.

Of course if you ask him to back off or seriously bring it up, you will have a heart to heart.

Tommy

He’d be so embarrassed about being jealous. Would deny it to his dying breath istg

I have a weird feeling he doesn’t really get jealous easily though.

Tommy wouldn’t do much I feel like. Grab your hand, name drop that he’s your boyfriend if he’s feeling particularly jealous. Really he just inserts himself.

He has a special knack for making a conversation take a turn and exclude someone when he wants to, it’s kind of amazing.

He’s another person who wants your attention a lot of times (cough cough, all the time, cough cough)

Hugs from behind is his go-to move when you’re talking to someone else.

If he finds he has a problem with someone continuously flirting with you and you’re just oblivious, he’ll talk to you. Tommy’s a person who actually knows how to communicate about 80% of the time!

Sapnap

This man

If anyone had the balls to flirt with you, he’d straight up tell them he’s your boyfriend. Who gives a fuck if they were just staring at you? You’re his partner and they better know it.

For us southern Sapnap enjoyers:

Putting his hat on your head when you’re mid-conversation with someone.

He’s also the type to pull you out of a conversation by kissing you, hand you a drink, and walk off satisfied.

His hands are all over you. He genuinely cannot stop himself, even if it's just resting a hand on your knee. It's like he has to show everyone you're dating him.

"Sorry, repeat that?" You ask the podcast guys, laughing a little.

In your defense, it was a little hard to think with Sapnap's hand on your thigh. Every now and then he'd give you a smile, absolutely messing with you. You knew why, too.

Sapnap was jealous of the podcast guy asking you questions. Probably because podcast guy got to talk to you directly while Sapnap could only bounce off your answers, which he's been doing for the past hour.

"Yeah, of course-" The podcast guy repeats his question and Sapnap laughs quietly.

You shoot him a glare then turn back to the question. Idiot.

Depending on the mood he's in, if you tell him you know he's jealous he'll either flash you a smile or shake his head no and laugh at you.

He's a dirty look type of guy. Never directed at you, but definitely at whoever is flirting with you.

George

Quiet jealousy!!

George would give the person who's flirting with you a shit ton of looks. Judgy ones, cold ones, man is sending 500 signals at the person flirting with you all saying to go away.

The second he gets you alone he'll ask to leave and be super vague about it.

"I'm not feeling it." has been used before.

“Can we go?�� George asks you, looking around the party. There’s a light flush across his cheeks.

“Is everything okay?”

Parties weren’t normally what you guys did, but a mutual friend had invited you both. It wasn’t like you had plans, so why not drop in for a few minutes? Say hi? That few minutes turned quickly into hours though.

“I… I dunno, I just want to spend time with you.”

You don’t even hesitate before nodding. “Of course. We should stop and get midnight donuts.”

George laughs, immediately looking more at ease. “Obviously”

He’d also be grasping at straws to find something to get your attention. Bringing you a drink, showing you a meme on Twitter, whatever he can think of.

If you ever bring it up to him, he’d play it off with a joke and deny everything.

Or he would until one night when he realizes “hey, talking is healthy!” and quietly admits what he’s feeling.

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How to Mistakenly Summon An Ancient Being & Keep Him

(Morpheus x Female Reader)

Synopsis: 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?

Warnings: Language (only one f*** was given), mutual pining, inability to sleep

Word Count: 3299

A/N: I'm super pumped to share this one! Though, I do think I could've upped the pining a bit more. Let me know what you think!

Nothing you tried worked. No amount of meditation, sleepy time tea, or melatonin kept you asleep. Your doctor had prescribed you sleeping pills, which worked for a few weeks, but the drowsiness and headaches made you stop taking them.

You had been scrolling through your social media when an ad for some spirituality website popped up. All the words were a blur except “help” and “sleep.” You clicked on it before you could think about viruses. That led you through site after site. Some hawked overpriced sleeping potions that sent up all of your red flags, and others touted crystals for pleasant dreams and to ward off nightmares, but it was a ritual that caught your attention.

It was simple enough. A few herbs you already had in your kitchen, a candle, and some sigils that took you much longer to draw than they should have. All you had to do was say the words at midnight and hope your prayer would be answered. The worst that could happen was already happening to you. It's not like you could get less sleep.

When the clock ticked to 12 AM, you lit the candle and recited the spell three times.

You waited. You weren’t sure what you were waiting for—heavy eyelids, relaxation, the inability to keep your head up. However, you never expected to hear a deep voice behind you.

“You humans never change," he growled. It was more than a glare he pinned you with; it was that of a beast, ready to devour.

—

It happened so quickly.

He and Lucienne were in the library, combing through books when he felt a tugging from the top of his spine. It brought him back to that day over a century ago. He couldn’t let that happen again.

“Lucienne!” he called as sand swirled around him.

“My lord?” Lucienne could only watch in horror.

Before either could do anything more, he had been transported into a bedroom. A woman sat facing away from him, and all of his anger honed in on her.

He would commit atrocities sooner than sit in another cage. And you were about to discover just how far he would go.

—

The man before you blended into the shadows cast by the moon. He seemed to encompass everything within the darkness, but you knew he couldn’t; he was just a man—one that appeared without explanation.

You steeled yourself. Slowly rising, never taking your eyes away.

“Who the hell are you, and how did you get in here?” you asked, impressed that your voice came out relatively steady.

The man’s jaw clenched, but he stayed silent. If anything, this angered you more than frightened you.

“You need to leave before I call the police,” you said. You would call the cops regardless, but he didn’t need to know.

This made his eyes narrow.

“You wish me to leave?” he asked as if he were trying to decipher the words.

“Yeah, people typically don’t like it when strange men just pop up in their bedroom,” you snapped. Why was he looking at you like you were the crazy one?

“You summoned me, human,” he said.

You straightened, taken off guard. “I summoned you? You're out of your mind. I did not summ—” Then it clicked. The ritual. Could that be what he was talking about? You pointed to the candle. “Is this what you mean?”

He nodded slowly. His posture seemed to relax a little.

You glanced between him and your tools.

“I don’t understand,” you said. “It was just supposed to help me fall asleep. Not bring me a…what exactly are you?”

He ignored your question for one of his own. “May I see the incantation?”

You grabbed your laptop from the floor and showed him the lines. After a moment of contemplation, he exhaled a deep, exhausted breath.

“Truly, did you not know this was to summon me?”

You shook your head. “I promise. I…I just wanted to sleep.”

How were you going to do that now? And what were you going to do about the man you supposedly summoned from who knows where?

“I can help with that,” he said. “This ritual may not be what you thought, but it will do as you wished.” He leveled you with his gaze. “My name is Morpheus. I am the King of Dreams.”

—

You were…different, he had decided. Neither good nor bad, just something other.

You said this was an accident and that you hadn’t expected the ritual to work. Morpheus saw the desperation in your eyes—the need for a solution to a problem out of your control. Perhaps it was that familiarity that made him want to help you.

And no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise, there was an instinct that told him he could trust you.

—

You had just summoned the fucking Sandman. You weren’t sure if you wanted to praise or curse the off-the-wall website you found the ritual on. No, you wanted to finally have a continuous eight hours of rest.

“Okay, so how does this work?” you asked, maybe a tad too excited.

“Lie on the bed and close your eyes. This will only take a moment,” he said.

In any other situation, you would react very differently, but now that Morpheus seemed to have relaxed, you felt you could trust him. At the least, you could trust him to do as he claimed.

After taking your position, Morpheus stood over you, a small pouch in one hand as he poured it over into the other.

“Morpheus,” you said before he could continue.

He only glanced at you in response.

“I’m sorry,” you paused. “For making you come here against your will.” He was borderline hostile when he arrived, but when you explained everything, he calmed. There had to be a story there. “And thank you for this.”

His lips twitched in a blink-and-miss-it moment.

“Sweet dreams,” he said and sprinkled the sand into your eyes.

—

The next night, Morpheus waited for you in the Dreaming. After helping you fall asleep, he grew more curious about you. What caused your insomnia? How could a human be so honest? And what made him believe you in the first place?

Though time passed differently in the Dreaming, he knew when you should’ve been sleeping. When you didn’t come, he brushed it off as having missed you. Though that wasn’t possible.

The night after, you still had not shown. By the third night, he had a strange sense of concern. Were you alright? Have you not slept at all since you met? He was determined to find out.

It was nearly 7 PM when he knocked on your door. He thought it best not to repeat his initial arrival. His eyes narrowed when you answered, dark circles gracing your under eyes.

“Morpheus? What are you doing here?”

He slipped past you. “You have not been sleeping.”

“Not true. I slept for a few hours,” you said, sitting on your couch and indicating the space beside you.

“Not well,” he said, following. “You haven’t visited my realm.”

You stayed quiet, pulling your cardigan tighter around you.

“Why did you not call for me?” You had the means to; if you had not been sleeping, there was no reason for you not to summon him.

“That’s not fair to you,” you said. “And I wasn’t about to bother you again, especially because it seemed to affect you.”

He was silent. You took his feelings into account even though it was to your detriment.

You were not as selfish as other humans. It made him want to help you all the more.

“Think nothing of it.” He pulled out his pouch. “You must rest. Now, lie back for me.”

You nodded, evidently not having the energy to argue.

—

You waited to feel the gentle taps to your eyelids the sand made. When they didn’t come, you opened your eyes only to find yourself on a cobblestone path in a village. Stands were set up with various foods, craftsmanship, and jewelry. Some merchants were human, but others were humanoid with animal features. A few had skin swirled like galaxies or solid green or even wings. It was all so vibrant, so alive.

“Welcome to the Dreaming.” Morpheus stood next to you, carefully watching your reaction.

His realm. So, he had put you to sleep.

You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face as you spotted baby dragons, of all things, playing with young children.

You laughed in disbelief. “I’d tell you to pinch me, but I know I’m dreaming.”

A hand was placed on your back as he led you forward.

“There’s much to see,” he said.

A few creatures bowed to him as you passed. And it reminded you that he was indeed a king.

“How long have you been the King of Dreams,” you asked, slipping your hands into your pockets.

“Since the beginning of time,” he said.

You stopped, as did he, and you looked him over. You shook your head slightly before moving again.

“I’m not sure if I can even fathom that,” you said, a wave of naivety washing over you.

“Do not dwell on it. It’s best not to.” He paused. “May I ask you something?”

“Of course.” You looked at him expectantly.

“How long have you had difficulty sleeping?”

You shrugged. “Feels longer than it actually is. It's like one day, my brain decided it would never turn off, not fully. I get some rest here and there, but the best sleep I’ve ever had was the night we met.”

He took a moment to think this over. What he said next shocked you.

“Then I shall put you to sleep every night."

Your eyes widened as your cheeks heated up. Did Morpheus not realize how that sounded? A being as old as time itself surely knew every way that could be taken.

“That’s-That’s really not necessary, Morpheus. I’m sure you have more important things to do than make sure I sleep.”

You thought he was going to ignore you. He seemed to do that whenever he believed it suited him. Instead, his eyes held a certain glint to them.

“You should not question the Lord of Nightmares. And in his own kingdom no less.”

Was he…teasing you? The flutter in your stomach made you believe it.

“I can’t ask you to do that,” you mumbled. “I don’t want you to waste your time on me.”

You were so focused on your shoes that you missed the passing look on his face.

“Then it is fortunate I offered,” he said softly.

You met his gaze, ready to argue, but he stopped you.

“And only I may decide what is wasteful of my own time. You, (Y/N), can never be.”

—

Since that night, Morpheus had given you peaceful slumbers. Weeks passed, and his visits grew longer. He arrived when you prepared dinner. Though he didn’t often eat, he was keen to assist you in preparing it. You caught him taking a dish out of the oven once without mits. He was holding the pan before you could stop him, but his features showed no sign of pain. In domestic times like these, you forgot that he wasn’t human.

He stood chopping an onion while you combined ingredients in a bowl discussing your favorite films.

“I can’t believe you haven’t seen it,” you said.

He tried to hide his smile as he slid the onions into the bowl.

“I do have a realm to oversee,” he said pointedly.

“Evidently.” You gestured to where he was, in your kitchen, clearly not in the Dreaming.

His eyes turned bright.

“Perhaps tonight you will finally meet one of my nightmares,” he said, voice dipping as if he was serious.

You tilted your head and pursed your lips in thought.

“No, I don’t think I will,” you said, setting the bowl aside.

“And why is that?”

“Because you’re too nice.” You had to lift your chin to meet his eyes.

He had always been kind to you. It wasn’t just him putting you to sleep. It was his thoughtfulness and how deeply he cared for his people.

Morpheus hadn’t told you everything that happened to him prior to your meeting, but you gathered enough to know it had nearly broken him. The fact that he let you in at all spoke volumes. You hoped he knew how much he meant to you.

You may only be human, but you’d protect him with your entire being.

He had captured your heart quickly, and you wished you weren’t obvious enough for him to see it.

—

Morpheus reread the page for the fourth time, and its contents still failed to penetrate. Last night he had been with you making dinner. Now, all he could think about was your smile, the way your eyes lit up, and how he wanted to hold you and keep you from every wretched thing you had encountered yesterday and since you’d met.

He closed the book and stood. You were working today, which meant you wouldn’t be home, which meant he couldn’t see you until dinner tonight.

It frustrated him. He would provide you with whatever you desired—you need only ask. It was old-fashioned, but he didn’t want to be away from you. The moment you told him he could leave, it was as if something pulled him toward you. You were special. You guided him through obstacles he thought he had overcome long ago.

You became his comfort, and he hoped he had become yours. And tonight, he would tell you as much, and hopefully, you would accept him.

—

You had just gotten home from possibly the longest day of your life. Every minor inconvenience had culminated in the pounding in your head. But it was finally over, and soon enough, you and Morpheus would be relaxing on the couch watching a show he should’ve seen by now.

Changing into something comfortable, you entered the kitchen to pull the dinner ingredients out when there was a tapping at your window.

Matthew waited, tilting his head in that raven way.

“Hey, Matthew,” you said, letting him in.

He flew to the back of your armchair after swooping to scoop a mouthful of gummy worms you kept in a bowl just for him. The perks of being a magical raven.

“Hey (Y/N),” he said around his food. He continued after swallowing. “The boss is running late, but he’ll be here soon.”

You nodded. Sometimes this happened. Though Morpheus’ definition of late usually meant twenty minutes or so.

“His work is much more important than cutting vegetables,” you said, taking a seat.

“You wouldn’t be saying that if you saw the look on his face,” he said. “He looked ready to cry or smite someone.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Those seem like two very opposite ends of the spectrum.”

“Not when he does it. I’m talking this full constipated gloss over his face,” Matthew said.

You let out a laugh. “Still, I can believe the smiting, but the crying? Never. Especially not over something as silly as helping me with dinner.”

“Are you kidding? He doesn’t say it, but that’s the highlight of his day! There’s always this pep in his step when he’s about to come here.” He paused. “Well, about as much pep as you can imagine him giving.”

You blushed. Was Morpheus really that excited about something so small?

Matthew had gone down a bit of a ramble, but the last thing he said snatched your attention.

“...I mean, he’s basically in love with you, so it’s no surprise.”

“Who’s in love with me?”

“Dream,” Matthew said as if you hadn’t been listening.

“No, he’s not.” You shook your head.

“Yeah, he is.”

“On what planet would an Endless love me of all people?” He was lying. He had to be. There was no way Morpheus returned your feelings.

“This one!” Matthew said, exasperated.

You weren’t sure if you could breathe or not. It felt like you were, but why couldn’t you inhale completely?

“Are you being serious?” you asked, trying to hide the hope in your voice.

“I wouldn’t lie to you about something like this,” he said softly.

You nodded. “Okay, so what do I do now?”

There was a familiar knock on your door. You both looked toward it.

“Do what’s gonna make you happy,” he said, then left out from where he came.

—

Okay, you could do this. It was just Morpheus. Standing outside your place, waiting for you to let him in after you found out he apparently loved you. Do you pretend not to know? Should you come out with it? You loved Matthew, but shit, you wished he didn’t talk so much.

First things first, you had to open the door.

“Morpheus.” You smiled, hopefully not too big.

“Hello (Y/N),” he said, pulling a bouquet of flowers from behind him. “For you.”

You gave him a soft smile. “What’s the occasion?”

He seemed to hesitate a moment. “I simply wanted to.”

“They’re beautiful. Thank you.” You turned to the kitchen to search for a vase, hiding your widening smile.

“I sent Matthew earlier. Is he not here?” Morpheus asked, having followed you.

“Just left.” Do what’s gonna make you happy. “He actually told me something he probably shouldn’t have.”

“And that is?” He waited patiently but sensed your reluctance. “Unless I should be kept in the dark as well.”

“No,” you breathed. “No, it was kind of about you.”

He regarded you carefully. “...Has whatever he told you made you uncomfortable in my presence?”

Your eyes widened. “No! Never.” You supposed the only way to say this was to just come out with it. “He told me that you…well, he told me that you love me.”

“Oh.”

He had clearly not expected that response. And you wondered if he had ever told Matthew about his feelings or if the bird was only guessing.

“It’s true,” he said. “That’s the occasion.”

“Occasion?”

“The flowers. I was going to tell you tonight,” he said.

A thought occurred to you, and the corner of your mouth turned up.

“Then tell me,” you said, taking a step closer.

Morpheus seemed to be taken aback but recovered just as quickly. His jaw clenched, and he met your eyes.

“I love you,” he whispered. “It grows with each passing day.”

You found one of his hands with yours. His touch kept you grounded. You needed that with how it felt like you’d float away any second.

“I love you, too.” You beamed, happier than you had ever been.

His eyes were soft, and they became the slightest bit hooded.

“May I kiss you?”

Your response was to lift your chin and capture his lips with yours.

It was like you were on fire. And yet your heart somehow calmed.

This was right—his hands on your waist, yours resting on his chest. Each press of his lips reinforced everything since you met. Trust, safety, comfort, and now love.

You had to be the one to pull away for breath.

His thumb grazed your cheek as he examined your features.

How was it possible for someone to be so captivating?

You wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your head in the crook of his neck.

“Not even in my wildest dreams did I think you would love me,” you said, ecstatic that you were wrong.

He hummed. “It’s fortunate that I create dreams then.”

You pulled away enough to look at him. “Very fortunate.”

He leaned down for another kiss, a slow, deep peck. It burned all the way to your toes.

“I love you,” you mumbled against his lips.

He pulled you closer, intent on showing you.

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lilywastaken · 1 year

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⇝ LOVE LANGUAGES !

CC!DreamWasTaken, CC!Sapnap, CC!GeorgeNotFound, CC!Wilbur Soot x GN!Reader.

SUMMARY: CCs and their love languages <3.

WARNINGS: SFW! Fluff, Fluff, Fluff and fluff.

A/N: I'm alive!! Very late valentine's post, but classes and homeworks have been crazy :(( anyways, I hope these are good!! Please don't forget to reblog/comment if you enjoy the post, it helps a lot!! Thank you for reading! <333 If you see any mistakes, do not hesitate to let me know, please!!!

MASTERLIST.

DREAM.

Physical touch — Dream thrives on your touch, whether it be a quick caress to his hand or one of his long required cuddle sessions. He loves the feeling of your skin on his (he's a bit touch starved, a global pandemic and being a faceless YouTuber will do that to you.), and will take any opportunity given to hold your hand when he walks along with you or sneak up behind you to press your body against his.

Due to him not using a cam on his streams, he sometimes asks (more like demands) you to pull up a chair next to him just so he can just feel you next to him, your hands playing absentmindedly with his free one, playing with his rings and slowly making your way onto his lap, where you have a better view of his monitors and an easier way to press kisses onto his freckled cheeks.

Words of affirmation — Much like any other person, Dream enjoys the simple reassurance that his partner appreciates him, a small "I love you." will cause him to shut down immediately. He as well is very vocal when it comes to his love for you, complimenting you on the daily and expressing how much you mean to him even when you've just woken up and you're pretty sure you're comparable to the girl from The Ring, but to him, you're breathtaking whenever and however.

He also likes the small moments you both spend at night in bed just whispering how much you love each other, soft giggles and the wet sounds of kisses resonating around the bedroom.

Dream's very fond of sending you short and sweet messages at random times of the day, even when you're a few inches away from him, he'll start giggling like a schoolgirl as he watches you read over his sappy message.

Quality time — He has a lot of free time on his hands when he's not working on content, and he prefers to spend it with you and his friends, going out to restaurants and just walking around, enjoying the time he can now spend outside without worrying about anyone recognising him.

Dream likes eating out with you a lot, before his face reveal dates consisted of whatever take out was available and some shitty movie Sapnap had chosen before falling asleep on the sofa. But now they consist of some fancy restaurant of his choosing and holding your hand over the table, thumb rubbing over your knuckles and talking about whatever.

Receiving/giving gifts — Dream LOVES spoiling you. I mean, have you seen how he acts with George? He's an unofficial sugar daddy for you both. He sees your eyes linger on some piece of jewellery or an item of clothing he thinks would look amazing on you, expect for it to appear in a little box or a bag on your bed the next day. He also goes all out on Valentine's Day, booking a table for two at a fancy restaurant and gets you a single rose, since he knows it's more meaningful than an extravagant bouquet of flowers (Don't let him fool you, he's given you many bouquets before.), and some small present he knows you'll love.

Like any other person, he likes receiving gifts, and can always count on you to get him something he will love, like a little teddy bear with a Sooners jersey one with his name on the back.

Acts of service — Although he's not very good at it, Dream does enjoy cooking for you at times, and although he does try and make the end product look fancy, you can always tell that it's box Mac and cheese or some fancy ramen he got out of a packet, but it's the thought that counts. He also is very keen on cleaning for you when he's over at your flat, he likes helping on mundane chores like washing and drying the dishes or lifting up furniture so you can reach those pesky corners full of dust.

SAPNAP.

Physical touch — Sap is very big on physical touch, he enjoys being close to you in any way he can, brushing his hand against the small of your back when he walks past you in the hallway, melting in your arms when you come behind him while he's on his computer and hugging him from behind, he lives for your affection.

He's also very cuddly during your down time together, needing to have you in his arms whenever he's sitting or lying down on the sofa and subconsciously gravitating towards your own body during nighttime, hands grabbing at your waist to pull you into his warmth.

Words of affirmation — I don't see Sapnap really being in touch with his emotions until further into your relationship, so at the beginning, you'd have to be the one to initiate that type of communication with him, but he won't actively confirm his feelings until a few months into your relationship.

Once he's comfortable, he will spend hours at a time just lying in bed with you murmuring about how much he cares for you, loves you, appreciates you being with him.

He's the kind of person to ignore any previous texts you've sent him just to send out an "I love you" text and go back to ignoring you.

He does really enjoy being reassured about your love for him as well, please cup his face in your hands and tell him how much you love him.

Quality time — Sapnap spends a lot of his time playing video games, we know that, so he doesn't really get much one on one time with you that isn't hanging out on a discord call together or having you perched up on his lap doing your own thing while he shouts obscenities at the other players.

So when you two get your time together, he makes the best of it, taking you to ridiculous places you'd never have gone to before, fancy restaurants that would inevitably end up giving you food poisoning, or just lying with you on the sofa watching a movie until George comes in and ruins it.

He honestly doesn't really care what you two do in your spare time, having your hand in his and listening to your ramble on about anything is enough for him, no matter the place or time.

Receiving/giving gifts — Sometimes, just for shits and giggles, Sapnap just buys your entire wishlist and watches your reaction when tons of boxes arrive at your porch, laughing and snickering as you run after him to chastise him for using up so much money on you.

But he doesn't care, he has money for a reason, and he likes the sparkle in your eye whenever he gives you something or he accepts some gift from you, he just enjoys spoiling you AND being spoiled.

Acts of service — When it comes to him, it's the little things. Standing in the corner of the kitchen waiting for you to ask him to cut or peel something, holding the Christmas decoration box while another hand lays on your back making sure you don't fall as you hang baubles on the tree, washing the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen after you make a meal for the both of you, brining you snacks or a proper meal when you're working… Just small things that show his affection towards you.

GEORGENOTFOUND.

Physical touch — George is not that big on physical touch, but he won't actively run away from it when presented with a hug or a kiss from you. He's not the type of person to initiate touch out of the blue, he's the type to take it slow and move towards a nice cuddle session while taking it easy.

But when you finally get him to yourself, know that he will be putty in your hands almost immediately, head slotted in your chest and eyes drooping closed, your warm touch and soft kisses and reassurance enough to send this man to sleep.

He's also the type to roll his eyes or groan out in disgust whenever you kiss him in public or in front of his friends, but secretly gets nervous and giddy whenever he sees you lean in to press your lips to his or move your hand to grasp his.

Words of affirmation — George isn't really good at expressing his emotions, but he does show them through other ways like his actions. That doesn't mean he won't ever say "I love you" or tell you how much he appreciates you, it's just very rare for him to actually find the words and way to express them to you.

He finds it easier to communicate those kinds of things through text, so expect a few messages written in such a way that are able to rival those 16th century love letters randomly sent throughout the day.

Quality time — George doesn't spend much time streaming (as we all know) so he's got quite a lot of time on his hands to spend with his friends and you, whether it's just sitting next to you while you work doing his own thing or actively going out on a date or staying inside to play a game together ( he always loses but makes you think that he did on purpose ).

Also please be the one to organise dates, because although George does reservate date nights at nice restaurants or clear his schedule to take you somewhere, he will forget. You'll be in the middle of a cuddle session with him, half watching the movie, half focusing on your boyfriend's pretty face when he suddenly jumps in place, eyes wide as he shouts about a reservation he just remembered. But he tries, at least. He won't always forget your reservations, but there will be a few moments where he does act like a dumbass.

Receiving/giving gifts — This man likes being spoiled, that's a given. See how happy he gets when Dream just takes out his credit card unasked? He's a prince who loves to be spoiled by his partner. So don't hesitate to get him something, even if it's a small thing like a scarf or a piece of jewellery you think would look good on him, he will take it and appreciate it a whole lot, even if it's the most useless thing in the world, he'll love it. It came from you, one of the people he loves the most and will treasure it as if it's the crown jewels themselves.

Acts of service — He's quite lazy sometimes, but that doesn't mean he won't do anything for you. As stated before, he doesn't really show his love through words, so his actions are the way to show his appreciation for you. He does chores for you around the house, the dishes, cleaning up any dirty laundry he can find strewn across the floor, cooking any random shit he can find and trying his best to make it look appetising for you, etc.

But apart from those mundane chores, he also does more little things like Sapnap: helping you with your makeup or hair or clothes, trailing after you while you cook waiting to help, instantly taking over whatever task you're working on whenever you need a break, making sure you're week hydrated and rested when you spend more time than usual in front of a screen.

WILBUR SOOT.

Physical touch — Wilburs a very touchy person as he's confirmed himself, always finding his hand wrapping around yours or resting on your shoulders, pulling your back to his chest so he can rest his chin on the crown of your head, enjoying how flustered you get whenever he pulls that kind of shit in public or around your friends.

He immediately gravitates towards you whenever you're both in the same place/room, his eyes finding yours and sending you a flashing smile before scurrying towards you just to press himself to your side, hand running over your back and busying himself with drawing on your skin; or if you're facing away from him when he finds you, he'll grab your waist from behind and watch you scream out of shock before hitting his chest, snickering as he pulls you into his arms.

Words of affirmation — Wilbur is a fucking poet when it comes to his love for you, spending hours at a time at his desk writing sickengly sweet verses in his little notebook about you and how fucking in love he is, leaving his notes around the house just so you'll pick them up and read through them, smiling brightly whenever you bring them back to him and ask him about it. He's very open with his love, whispering soft "I love you"s into your ear at random times of the day, strumming idly in his guitar and trying to find some type of melody that fits in with all the beautiful words he's written about you. Also expect lots of compliments through text as well, a "you look breathtaking today" sent when he's across the room from you, a goofy smile on his face as he watches you read it.

Quality time — It's the little things for Wil, like the feeling of lifting you in his arms and peppering kisses across your face the moment after a concert ends, adrenaline rushing through his veins making him more brave than usual; taking you out to bars and pubs with your friends just so you both can curl into one of the leather sofas and sip your drinks together; sitting on your bed while you scroll through your laptop as he strums on his guitar, singing softly to you or asking for your opinion on whatever riff he just came up with.

You don't really get much one-on-one dates. Let me explain. Wilbur tries his best to get a nice restaurant reservation, and when he finally gets a table, he's waiting for you to show up with a bright smile and a positive outlook on the evening, only for you to end up arriving with Tommy or James somehow tagging along with Wilbur when he leaves the office. Doesn't mean you don't have a nice time, though.

Receiving/giving gifts — Wilburs not a big gift giver, so he doesn't really mind if you don't either, but he will appreciate it massively if you do. Get him a new guitar and his old one will be out of the window (not actually, he'd probably give it to Tommy or just mount it on the wall), or some new sweaters that look amazing on him and he'll just burn every other item of clothing he owns. He isn't one to never buy stuff for his s/o, though, you see something you like and don't think you have enough for it? He's waving his card in front of your face. Tommy comments on something he heard you say you wanted? It's showing up a few days later. Also does his best to go all out on holidays/birthdays.

Acts of service — Wil enjoys showering with you a lot. Like just rubbing in the shampoo into your hair and playing with your locks, then leaning down so you can do the same to him? Peak acts of service for him. Also making tea for you (or coffee, but his specialty is tea) and bringing it to you on a cold night, cooking some recipe he saw online and making sure it's perfectly done so you're able to stomach it, and just doing chores around the house while you work or are busy.

Also will melt if you do small things like change his guitar strings or clean his desk while you're at his office.

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thegreatestsandwich · 2 years

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Aiming for Cupid (Dream of Endless x Cupid!Reader)

Pairing: Morpheus x Cupid!Reader

Word count: 12.8k

Summary: There are a few things you and Morpheus have in common, you both get obssessed with love, you are to fowards with love and you have your heart broken in the name of love. Maybe it would be a good idea if you ended up together? Maybe? No?

Warning: Obssessive love, reader does not shut up, cuestionably outfits, Dream being a stubburn man who falls in love quite easily, awkwarness everywhere, bad greek mythology knowledge

A/N: I had this idea stuck on my head since sunday and this was suppose to be a small little cute thing around 500 words :’)

Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received!

Masterlist

Part 2

“ My life before you was a mess

Couldn't win one round of this chess”

- TOMORROW X TOGETHER

There is a saying that goes “Valentine’s Day wouldn’t be complete without Cupid.” You hated that saying because it was false, no life would be complete without you, as you took pride in your work to speak for itself. Being the definition of love, the Goddess of Love (in this century, you tend to change each 100 years to keep it exciting) has its perks. You know love at the very deepest core, you treasure it, you would kill and die for love. That’s how you are. You just love love.

But today, you wanted to kill in the name of love. Archie Bodycomb was getting on your nerves. He was a sweet kid, you really love him and you even went beyond yourself to try and help his confidence with love. You managed to ‘accidentally’ introduce him to the love of his life Rachel Cobbledick. Both were awkward on their own ways and on their first date, they just sat there, one in front of the other watching intently at the forks on the table. Yes, you really wanted them to be together, perhaps they were just perfect for each other, but in reality, you loved their last names and decided to play a little with their love life.

They managed to flourish in a beautiful friendship that later transformed in love. It wasn’t easy as everybody was against them to be together, specially his mother, but the more negative responses they got, more obsessed you became to get them together.

And when Cupid gets something on her head, there is no way in heaven or hell, there is no God, who could stop her.

That’s how many relationships last a long time. But the ones that die along the way were because there was no spark that interested her to keep them together. A good example is all the marriages the Gods had along history. Yeah, you were really bored on that period of time.

You began following Archie since he woke up, you watched him get dressed and do really awkward poses in front of his mirror, of course you were cheering him, even though he couldn’t see you, you were helping him get the confidence.

That’s why you were currently behind a bush, a pair of bright pastel pink binoculars glued to your eyes, a bag of candies on your right and a big notebook displayed perfectly to the curious eyes, it had the whole plan of Archie written there, with corrections by your hand so this moment would be perfect and you would made sure of it.

“Come on, come on, come on.” You held tightly the binoculars against your eyes. “Just like we practice Archie, one knee on the ground, yes, yes, perfect.” You gasped horrified. “No! that’s the wrong knee!”

“Having fun today?”

You turned your head to the side, binoculars still pressed against your eyes. “Hey Death!” You loopily smiled.

“Hey Cupid, is there a reason why are you behind a bush?” She kneeled at your side, her fingers tapped the binoculars. “Nice glasses.”

“Oh! I’m on the job, you know, Cupid’s never rest and all…Thank you very much by the way, got them at a sale somewhere in the world. Love your outfit, it’s really gothic!” You turned your attention back to the couple, apparently Archie wasn’t doing so good, he managed to lose the ring. “Damn it Archie.”

“Friends of yours?” Death asked you, now completely absorbed at the couple as well.

“Friends? No, no, but Archie over there was planning his proposal for the last 7 years and today was the lucky day, not for him, he completely sucks at preparing things but that’s why I am here, to watch and to laugh.”

“Ah.” Death nodded understanding, “So this is the reason you are behind a bush?”

“Well, of course! Thank you for asking, by the way, she’s going to say yes anyway, she loves him to much, even though they both are a disaster on these things.” You sighed tiredly. “One would think that my presence would help but sadly that’s not true, I mean, yeah, it’s running smoothly but not perfect, I blame his mother, she wanted to come. Crazy lady.”

You both sat comfortably on the grass, the bush still hiding you from the sight of the others, not really helping as you were invisible to the eyes of the humans, but you love the theatrics of these situations.

“Come on Archie, you got this man, you already had years of practice.” You silently encourage. Your hand grabbed a bag from your right, you gave it to Death. “Here! I got these, they were on sale, they’re lemon, really good.”

“Thank you! What are they?”

You hummed. “Don’t know, the nice old man just wanted them gone, probably they are expired but still good.”

Death watched the bag, slowly putting it on the floor. “I’ll have some…later.”

“Suit yourself.” You grabbed a few and popped it on your mouth. “So! Is there a reason you are here? Are you here for Archie and Rachel? Please don’t. They took me too much time to get them to tie the knot.”

Death laughed softly at your devastating face, her eyes glancing at the couple, they were now on the ground, both looking for the ring. Thankfully it wasn’t raining. “Don’t worry, not here for them…Actually I wanted to come see you, you know I miss you, you need to visit more often.”

“How sweet! I miss you too always, and I love talking with you, but you are here for something specifically, sooo…come tell Cupid how can I help you, is it love? Do you need a spark? I can do that easily, but shh, shh, shh, Archie finally found the ring!” Your smiled widened, “Come on man! Just say the phrase!”

“It’s about my brother.” Death said, ignoring your grunting, clearly you weren’t paying attention to her.

“Maybe he just needs me there, would it be so bad if I go there and asked her to marry him? I mean, what’s more romantic than having Cupid asking your hand in matrimony?”

Death turned her head to the now disastrous situation. Apparently Archie hit their foreheads hard enough to knock them back to the ground, you began standing up, ready to intervene but she stopped you. You turned at her confused.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to intervene in this situations Cupid.”

“Yeah, yeah, semantics. But, if we are speaking in terms of rules…I am not breaking anything, besides, those are my rules, I ruled them so hard, and he needs help! That pains me so much Death!.” You pouted at her.

“Maybe you just need to take a deep breath and wait…look.” You turned towards the couple.

In your crisis, Archie managed to propose successfully to Rachel and now they were kissing on the grass.

“Gross.” You gagged in disgust. “Even for Cupid, there is too much tongue. You were saying?”

Death sighed, she knew how distracted you could get with love and she was trying to find a soft way to ask for your help and not get offended.

“I wanted to talk about my brother.”

“Huh, you do have a lot of brothers Death, and sisters, you have a lot of those two.” You begin counting her siblings on your hand. “There’s you and Desire and the other one, the one with the thing that does stuff, the one with a book, also that other one and the other other one.”

“You don’t remember our names, do you?”

You bit your lip smiling, shrugging. “Well, I have to remember millions of names my sweet, sweet Death, of course I tend to forget things, it would be kind of you if you tell me what brother are you talking about.”

Death stood up, offering a hand at you, you gladly took it. “It’s about Dream.”

You interlaced your fingers together and making your hands swing back and forth, you began humming, your mind trying to remember who this Dream guy was, to be honest, probably he wasn’t interesting as his face wasn’t in your memory. “Dream…Dream…Dreeeaaam…I do know Desire, we went for tea last week, so that sibling is out of the question, Dream…okey I don’t know who is he.”

Death laughed at your words, you amused her. “You know Dream, he’s tall, always serious, his face is always pouting in pain, you could even say he is the definition of moodiness”

“Mmmh,” You hummed, still lost in thought. “Not ringing a bell, sorry friend.”

“He has more heartbreaks than love stories.”

“Oh! Yeah! Of course I know Dream! Aww, I love him to pieces, always have a blast when he’s in love.” You turned to her excited, grabbing her other hand and beginning to jump happily. “He’s such a cutie pie when he is in love.”

“Yeah,” Death said uncertainly, “About that…”

Your head tilted to the side, “Mmh? Does he need my help again? He could just ask, I’m always opened to help him find love, you should tell him to ask me for some advice, he sucks at love and that’s coming from me.”

“Cupid,” Death sighed tiredly, forcing a smile. “How about we go for something to eat? My treat.”

Your eyes opened wide, a big smile breaking in your face. “Oh! Yes! I was craving cake! Come on, I know a place, there’s this girl I helped find love, you will love the story, it began with a cucumber, a sex shop and crickets…”

You dragged Death across town, talking about everything and nothing, the way was fun at your side, you always have a story to tell, on your way to this particular bakery that you described as ‘the perfect place you would stuff your face and not be upset later’ was full of chatting, mostly on your side, Death tended to simply nod here and there, offer a few comments. You handed her your notebook and the bag of candy you were eating earlier. Claiming that you now were on a break and that notebook was work.

The bakery was cute, it was a single floor place with pastel colors surrounding you, the smell of fresh lemon cookies flooded the air, making you salivate, you entered the store still dragging your friend and sat her on the booth that always were reserved to you.

“I’m going to order, want something in particular? Forget it, I know what you would like, I know you say that it was your treat but now it’s my treat because I haven’t seen you in forever and I won’t accept a no for an answer.” You walked away ignoring the protests of your friend.

Death sighed, her hands rubbing her eyes tiredly, she knew your mood was about to change from happiness to hateful and resentful, that’s how you were and that’s how history never portrayed you, they always thought you were the most charismatic and happiest chubby child with wings, but in reality, you were far off that description.

She shrugged, any wrong words and she would face your wrath, Death thought of Psyche and now she was afraid, she knew your marriage with the Goddess of the Soul, she remembered how disastrous your divorce was and all because of a single petty fight of the two of you. Those were really dark times for love.

You returned happily, little hops accompanied your steps, your pink and yellow dress moving in a poetic way, you really captivated the eyes of everybody there, even Death was captivated by your presence. You sat in front of here and continued your story of how crazy yesterday’s couple were.

“I’m telling you Death, those were the craziest ones, they got married on a field of corn and then begun to make out with the corn.”

“Cupid…” Death tried to interrupt you.

“Okey, yes, it was my fault, they met on ‘the corniest love festival’ from Iowa, but you would think they had another interest besides corn! But no! I think they plan to name their kids Corneshia and Corny, we should totally be there when the kids are born.”

“Cupid.” She tried again with a bit more force. You shut up quickly, your cheeks puffing in embarrassment. “So…What I was saying, Dream.”

“Yes, your moody brother who doesn’t understand relationships, how can I help him, my arrows doesn’t work with you Endless perfections.” You winked at her.

“I need you to stop, Cupid.” Death decided to just be direct and began praying to not offend you.

You blinked confused at her. “St..op?”

Death sighed again, you were really a child. “Yes…Look, I know you love love and you love helping at whatever cost when it comes to finding love.”

You nodded proudly, “Well, yeah. That’s my job.”

Death hands rested on the table, her fingers intertwining tightly, your eyes went to them in an instant. “Well, Dream is known for not having durable relationships, as you probably already know.”

“I know,” You sighed, your hands covered your face in a dramatic way. “It breaks my heart whenever his relationships ends!”

“I know, honey, I do know, but…You need to stop, Cupid, please stop.”

“I don’t understand.” You muttered against your hands. “You don’t want him to find love? Does he don’t want to find love?”

Death took your hands away from your face and hold them softly. “Dream doesn’t understand romance like you do honey, he goes all in, in an obsessive way and then he has his heart broken because he just exposed it.”

“I don’t see the problem.” Your took your hands away from hers, “Love is obsessive, and he going all in it’s romantic. I don’t understand what you want me to do.”

“I want you to stop trying to make Dream fall in love…” Death finally said, it was so quiet you almost missed it.

The room got quiet, Death noticed. She saw your eyes darkened quickly, one of your brows twitching in annoyance, she could tell she fucked up really bad.

“Are you questioning my methods, Death?” You stood up, your presence towered her and for the first time in existence, Death felt tiny in comparison to you. “Are you questioning my work?”

“What?” Death whispered fearfully. “No, no. Of course not! I know how perfect your methods are.” You watched her intently, from the corner of her eye, she could see the other humans lowered their heads in submission. “I’m just hoping you would take a break from helping my brother.”

Your lip twitched angrily. “A…break?” Your voice was serious and demanded submission at your persona, Death quickly averted her eyes, trying to placate your anger in anyway. You were now a very pissed and angry God.

She cleared her throat. “Yes…a break.” Death paused for a second, the room was now silent, even the outside was silent and the eyes of everyone were on both of you, specifically on her, trying to see the mistake she would soon regret. “Look, when Dream falls in love and has his heart broken, it pains me so much because I don’t know what to do.”

“You are saying that I do not do a good job.” You spatted your words with venom. Death nervously swallow.

“You always do a perfect job, Cupid.”

“Eros.” You forced the name out. “One who criticizes my job does not deserve to call me by that name, and that goes for you, Death of Endless, and I suggest you think carefully of your next words before you speak them to me.”

Death got quiet the moment she saw your arch materialized on your hand, a dark arrow ready to be fired. A tremble ran through her back before finally meeting your dangerous glare. Deciding it might be reasonable to let you know about Dream’s imprisonment. “The past one hundred years my little brother Dream disappeared, he tried to catch a rogue nightmare but in the end, he was caught by an evil man.”

You slowly sat down, your full attention on her persona, you put your arch on the table, the arrow still pointing at the Endless.

“He spend one hundred years trapped by this man, he demanded things Dream could not give, so he just trapped him on a glass sphere, alone and believe me that I am not questioning your job, I would never do that, I just need you to understand that what Dream really needs is a break from love so he can heal, he really needs to heal, Eros. Please, as a friend, take a break from him.”

You watched her carefully, your eyes moving across her face, trying to look for the lie, but you only found a tired being, a sister who was looking for her brother. You nodded tightly.

“You want me to take a break…alright.” You muttered, your voice completely different from the moment you entered the store, it was unnatural and weird on your persona.

“I hope it not too much to ask.” Death said, her tone trying to soothe your anger.

“It is not too much to ask.” You responded, still tightly. Your face moved to the left as a waitress slowly made your way to your table, her eyes were glued to the tray she was carrying, not meeting any of your eyes.

“Umm.” She nervously began. “Would…would you like…a few…more minutes?”

“Put the plates on the table and leave.” You answered with no emotion, your eyes returned to Death, who was trying to placate her heart at the feeling of your stare.

The waitress quickly set the plates, this amount of food was way too much for both of you, but she didn’t said anything, she finished fast and leave without turning, her eyes on the ground. A sing of submission.

Your hand grabbed a fork and stabbed it on one of the cakes, the first bite of the sweetness placate some of your anger, the soft satisfied hum you let out was a sign of your mood finally going to a happy one. Death almost got up and kissed the waitress in gratefulness.

“Is it good?” She tried asking. Your eyes opened quickly and a huge smile broke on your face.

“Good? Are you joking?! This is the best cake ever!” You happily exclaimed. The room (and Death) almost sighed in relief at your smile.

Death smiled, grabbing a fork as well. “Can I…?” She motioned at the cake you were happily eating.

You laughed, your cheeks full of dessert. You pushed the plate to her side and she ate a bit, let’s just say her reaction was almost the same as yours.

“So, would it be alright?” Death asked you, trying to reference the topic without setting off your mood again.

“Yeah, sure I’ll take a break.” You shrugged, “Sounds fun.”

Death watched you curiously, she felt your words meant something different but she wasn’t quite sure what they could mean. “Thank you so much Cupid,” She grabbed your hand, you squeezed in response. “This will help Dream so much.”

“No,” You smile widened. “Thank you for this.”

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The first few days of your vacation were hard, you didn’t know what to do as the only thing you were good at was your job. So you spend a few days just sitting on a bench at a park with a bag of tiny donuts and began feeding the pigeons. One donut for them, one for you. Equity.

One afternoon a lady sat by your side, you were currently throwing pieces of brownies to the pigeons, a pile of crumbs were on your lap, but your concentration was full on the birds.

“You shouldn’t feed chocolate to the birds, my dear, that caused them to have heartburn.” She smiled at your dedication, quietly absorbing the outrageous outfit you had on. Orange sundress, purple tights, cowboy boots and two huge bows at each side of your space buns.

“Really? I thought they liked them.” You sadly responded, the five remining ones you decided to shove them on your mouth, you turned to the old lady, your cheeks puffed. You looked like a squirrel.

“Try a baguette next time, a guy usually loves feeding them with that and they seem to love it.” She smiled at your puffy cheeks, she handed you a tissue. “You have a few crumbs on your face, honey.”

You swallowed the brownies, almost choking in the process. “Thank you miss.” You sighed.

“Something wrong, sweetheart?”

You turned to the lady, your legs quickly thrown at her lap, your head on her shoulder, and your arms hugging tightly at one of hers. “I just…I don’t know what to do, this is the first time I’m taking a vacation and I don’t know what to do.” You sobbed. “My life is my work, what am I without it?”

The lady was shook at your forwardness but patted your head softly. “Oh, sweetheart, maybe you just need to go out there, perhaps if you see the world, you might have what you are looking for.”

“You really believe so?” Your teary eyes met hers, and the lady softened at your sad face. She nodded. “But where should I go? Should I really go alone? That sounds sad.”

“Well, my niece really love this place, it’s a huge park and there is this mouse that it’s the mascot of that place…she always comes back happy when she goes there.”

“Park? Mouse?” You scooted closer to her. “Can I go there?”

The lady nodded, “Of course you can honey, perhaps you need that kind of distraction.”

You nodded along her words, your arms hugged her neck and squeeze it. You got off of her and began jumping in delight. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! You and your niece now have my blessing, love will always be on your family till the day I die!” You turned away and began running, now with a plan to enjoy your vacation.

You ended up buying a camera, it was so ugly you fell in love with it. The park was better than how the lady described it, it had a huge castle and lots of princesses, but your mission was finding the mouse, you wanted a picture with it, as the lady describe him as her niece’s favorite.

The mouse was better than you expected, his little red pants was something appealing and he even compliment your mismatched outfit.

“Wow! That’s a cool outfit! Minnie! Minnie! Come look at her outfit!” The Mouse quickly called his friend over. You were overjoyed, happily showing off your aqua leggings, cowboy boots and yellow dress, your hair was cascading on your back, and the big mouse diadem was bigger than your head.

“Oh! How beautiful she looks Mickey! She even has our ears, maybe she’s our family?” Minnie turned to Mickey, you were a few seconds of dying with happiness.

You thanked Death with all your heart for this vacation.

“Mister Waiter!” You called loudly, the bar was busy, a few people were pushing around, one even touched you and your hard stare was enough for him to piss his pants. The waiter came to your side, his face was tired, you knew why, his wife left him for his best friend. “I would like another one of this purpulish drinks!” You softly shake the glass on the air. “Could you add an umbrella to it? And…And…And glitter! Thank you.”

You began eating the peanuts they gave you hours ago, a part of you were actually surprise the park had a bar, but it made sense, the parents of the chaotic children needed to vent their frustrations with drinks, you couldn’t complain as they serve glittery drinks.

The waiter came back with your drink and left without a word, you shrugged and went back to your boot, you were playing with one of the bracelets one of the princesses gave you, it was yellow, perfectly in combination with your purple dress and green tights, you loved it.

You kept drinking even when a shadow towered you. Your eyes moved upwards and saw a guy, he was quite an interesting character, black pants, black sweater, black coat, black unruly hair. His face was seriously looking at you. You swore you saw him from somewhere but you weren’t quite sure from where.

“Eros.” He sat down in front of you, his movements where quiet and you wonder if he was part of a show or something.

You loudly swallow from the straw, “Mystery Guy.” You tried greeting him with the same tone, but you ended up laughing at how ridiculous you sounded.

He looked at you waiting for an answer to whatever question he tried to ask without words.

“Mhm? Have we met before? I think I have seen you from somewhere…Oh! Are you the guy that Elvis tried to officiate the wedding on Vegas? It was so amazing how you ran off with him instead of the girl. Love it.”

The guy closed his eyes for a second, trying his hardest to not say something harsh. “My sister has spoken to you.”

Your head tilted to a side in confusion, the straw still hanging you’re your mouth. “Sister...sister…sister…mmmh…I know a lot of sisters, there are these triplets that wanted to be married with one single guy! Imagine his surprise when they began fighting on their wedding night to be the first to be fuc…”

“My sister, Death has spoken to you.” He interrupted you quickly, not wanting to hear the rest of the story.

Your straw fell, your smile widened. “Oh! Death, I love her so much, such a cutie pie, great taste on shoes…wait a second…you are her brother!” You happily exclaimed. “You are not Desire, obviously, we went shopping last month so you are not them…and that’s it, I don’t really remember the others.”

He said nothing, watching you carefully, his eyes stopping at the mouse ears from the top of your head. You smiled at that and shake your head softly so you could show off your new favorite accessory.

“You should probably say your name,” Your head rested on your hand, hair cascading on your side, the other hand began tapping at the sound of whatever was playing from the speakers. “It is courtesy to introduce yourself before sitting at someone’s table and you know my name so…”

“I have many names.” He said instead, you groaned.

“So do I, believe me, people tend to call me whatever, you want to know the worst one?” You began climbing across the table, your face inches from his, your nose touching his. “Dolphin rider, I don’t even like dolphins!” You sat on top of the table facing him. “Now your turn stranger.”

“Morpheus.” His eyes never leaving yours.

“Mmmmh,” You tapped your mouth thinking. “Doesn’t ring a bell, sorry.”

Morpheus sighed, he knew of your antics, all of the Gods knew of them, that’s why the just let you do whatever you wanted, you mostly tired them with your energy.

“Dream of Endless.” He corrected, trying his hardest to stop your hands from placing your diadem on his head. He knew better than stopping you, so he let you just go for it.

“Dream…Dream…Dream…oh! Dream! How lovely to see you, have you done something to your hair? Looking quite delicious…Wait, you need a drink, hold that pretty thought.” You threw your legs at the side of the table, quickly going off. “Mister waiter! Please another one of this purpulish drinks for my friend! Add a little umbrella please, he looks depressed!” You turned towards him, pointing at your diadem. “You take care of that, I will murder you in cold blood if you loose that!”

Morpheus saw you ran off to the bar, you were bouncing excitingly at each step, clearly overjoyed he join you on your drinking time. He never got the chance to properly meet you, only knew of your existence from your attempts on his love life and the words from his siblings, Death and Desire. You were quite energetic, it was proven on how talked and how you moved, you moved like poetry. Like a poet best verse, you were graceful on how you walked, your arms and hips controlled within the rhythm of your feet.

He understood why you were the Goddess of Love, you demanded attention, your whole presence was a delight to the eyes, the way you moved, the way you speak, the way you dressed, you acted purely by love and in the name of love. He was captivated by your whole presence, he wanted you to touch him, he wanted to kneeled for you, to act at your words, he needed that.

Morpheus shook his head, trying to remembered why he was here, he knew that spending to much time at your side was an indicator on why he wanted those forbidden things. He remembered your story, he remembered what would happened if he messed up. Your story with Psyche was wildly unknown to the others, but to the Endless, to the Gods and Goddesses, your story was a warning on what would happened if they offended you.

His blue eyes watched you try to carry a full tray of food, his drink securely on your hand, you slowly put the tray on the table, quickly placing all the plates around him. “Thought you might be hungry.” You smiled at him, he almost returned.

“Eros.” He began, his eyes moving alongside your movements, you sat down in front of him, your hands quickly grabbing one fry and throwing it at your mouth.

“Oh please, you can call me Cupid,” Your head moving happily at the flavor of the food. “We are not there for you to call me love.” You winked.

“Why have you stop doing your duties?” Morpheus ignored your intent of seduction, his voice turning this conversation in a serious tone. You frown at the tone.

“Stop? I haven’t stop silly.” Your arm traveled across the table, one finger booping his nose. He frown. “I’m taking a break, a lovely recommendation from your dearest sister, have I told you how much I adore her? That cutie pie came to me really worried for my well being that demanded me to take a break, love her to bits, you should eat by the way, too skinny.” You pushed a plate of wings to him.

“You must return, the world is in complete chaos because of your absence.” He pushed away the plate of food, he watched how your mouth twitched angrily.

“I. Said. Eat.” You pushed the plate again towards him, your eyes darkening. Morpheus sighed and grabbed a wing, frowning at the sticky feeling on his fingers. You smiled in victory. “But yeaahh, no can do sexy, I am quite enjoying my free time, did you know that you can take cute photos with that happy mouse and his wife?! He even owns this park! We should totally go take a picture with him, you would love him.”

Morpheus took one tiny bite before putting the wing back to the plate, he hated it. “I believe you have no realice the severity of your absence Eros.” -It’s Cupid- “Cupid, the world is…”

“Completely boring I know, but your sister did make a great point Dream.” You sighed, grabbing the wing he didn’t eat.

“Which is?” He asked curiously.

“I’m not good at my job.” Your voice cracked, Morpheus eyes widened, he clearly didn’t know how to treat you, now imagine his stress when he saw tears forming on your face. He was screwed. He should have brought Matthew for help. “I have failed you Dream of Endless” You grabbed his hand, tugging him to your form. “I have not found love for you and you are depressed because of my failure.”

“What?” He let himself be tugged, his body moved across the booth, now sitting at your side. You throw your legs at his lap and hide your face at his neck. He could feel your breathing.

“I know! I don’t deserve to be forgiven, I’m such a disgrace to the name of love and I don’t know how to fix it, how to fix your love life!” You sobbed on his neck. His hands were harshly pressed on the table, his fingers twitching to touch you.

“Cupid, we do not have time for…”

Your face left his neck, your hands squishing both sides of his face, forcing him to look at your teary face, your eyes were bloodshot and your nose was red, but he found you endearing.

“I promise you, Morpheus.” His body shivered at the sound of your voice pronouncing his name. “I will find the way for you to fall in love and not be heart broken.” You place your forehead on his lips. You really love touching. “I Cupid, swear on my name that I will find the perfect love for you…after my vacation. There still a few places I want to see before returning to the job…You should come with me, you could use a vacation, I’m not accepting a no for an answer.”

“I have no time for…”

You hugged him, “Fine, but you should still have your drink, it’s fruty and has lemon on it.”

“Cupid…”

“I said that you are drinking Dream of Endless or I swear to my name I will haunt your love life and trust me, I can be annoying if I want.”

Morpheus sighed and grabbed the drink, he swallow it on one go. “So good! Right?” His hand softly cradle one side of your face, carefully turning it to his face. “Please, you must retorn to your duties Eros. The world is in complete chaos, the world needs love back.”

You bit your lip, your nose nuzzling his, his eyes closed in content. “It’s Cupid and I know, I know, I would totally love to return, really do, I love the job, I love the people and everything.” You sighed, separating yourself from his grasp. “I am tired Morpheus, when your sister came to me, offended my job and my performance, then tried to sweet talk to me again, I knew I was working way too hard and forcing love when it wasn’t needed to be force. I’m one of the few Goddesses to still working hard enough to make the human lives happy. You know what Zeus is doing right know?” He shook his head. “He’s running a strip club on Canada. And me? I’m working my ass off to make people fall in love. But not for me…”

“I do not…”

“I have failed myself Morpheus, I have failed us.” You grabbed another fry and began playing with it. “We are painfully single, do you have any idea what the humans imagine us to be? To them, I am an obese mythical child with wings and a diaper. You are no different, they even put you on a child’s film, you are yellow and look like the personification of the sun, your sand even looks like cookie dust.” You threw the fry away and looked at him. “We are supposed to be hot Morpheus.”

“You are rambling, Cupid.”

“Do you find me attractive?” You asked him suddenly. Your attention full on his person.

Morpheus didn’t know how to answer that, whatever his answer would be could determinate the direction of your way, if he says no, he and the world would have to face your wrath, but if he says yes, he doesn’t truly know what would happen.

“Have faith to know you are attractive.”

You timidly smiled. “You really think so?”

“If you were not, you would have never become the Goddess of Love.” The way he spoke those words left you speechless, those words were full of adoration, you could see it on his eyes, you were his whole focus, you loved it.

You nodded, the smile was still on your face. You stood up and grabbed his hands. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly, you knew he was smiling.

“Very well, I will return to my duties this night…”

“Thank you.” Morpheus stood up as well, his face slightly turned downsides, looking softly at you, he knew how you felt, he felt the same the moment he got out of his imprisonment, when he got his tools back and deal with Rose Walker. He understood you completely.

“I’ll be waiting patiently for Friday night.” You excitedly said.

“Friday night?” He whispered.

“For our date silly, I’ll be the one on black!” You giggled before disappearing on a blink of an eye, leaving a starstruck lord of dreams and nightmares there, still wearing pair of mouse ears.

Morpheus knew he was on a delicate predicament. His meeting with you went without any problem and he ended up with a compromise he couldn’t break. When his sister came for his aid, he at first refused to it, saying there would be no force he could possess that could change your mind. The story never fully described how you were, and his limited knowledge of you was something that provoke fear on his persona.

He sat on the endless stairs, his cape thrown behind him carelessly, a book with your name on his hands, his eyes completely focusing on the words written on those pages, a few moments ago, Matthew even tried to distract him with something banal but wasn’t successful as his boss was absorbed on your history.

The doors opened harsh, hitting the walls in the process, it startled Matthew, who was also curiously absorbed on your history, he turned his head towards the doors, annoyingly watching how Lucienne was running behind Morpheus’s sister.

“I apologize, my Lord, your sister came unannounced and didn’t want to wait.” Lucienne announced, short breaths leaving her form after chasing his sister.

Morpheus’s eyes didn’t stop reading the book, clearly not seeing how distress his sister was. “Do not worry Lucienne, you can leave us.”

Lucienne watched him for a few seconds before nodding, “Of course, my Lord.” She hesitated before leaving them (and Matthew how was now comfortably sitting on his boss head.)

“I am surprised to have you here, sister.” He greeted her, “It is unusual of yourself to come unannounced, everything alright?”

“You have a date with Cupid.” She simply stated, watching how he turned the page around and continue reading it, no paying attention to her and the urgency of that sentence.

“Yes, I believe I do.” Morpheus simply stated. Clearly not seeing the problem at hand.

Death incredulously laughed and Morpheus’s eyes finally turned to her, clearly now having his full attention. “You must be joking, little brother.”

His face tilted in question, “Joking? When have I ever joke, my sister?”

They stared at each other.

“I believe you don’t understand how incredible ridiculous this is, Dream!” She began climbing the stairs. “This is complete madness, Dream, even for you.”

“Explain your reasonings.”

“Oh my…you are really serious.” Death’s mouth opened in shock. “Dream…little brother, you need to cancel it, you must cancel it! You have no idea what are you going into.”

Morpheus closed your book and placed it on the ground with care before appearing in front of his sister, saying nothing. “What are your reasonings, sister.”

“She’s the Goddess of Love! You have any idea how bad this is going to end? Do you?” Death grabbed his shoulders, shaking him a little. “You have to cancel it.”

“Nothing you have said told me why should I cancel it.”

Death gasped incredulously, beginning to pace around the room, her hands grabbing her hair, tugging at it. “I knew you were an idiot but this is beyond madness Dream, she’s Cupid, she’s what helps the world go peaceful when she is happy, you’ve seen her angry, you’ve seen how everything collapses when she gets her heart broken…She took a two months’ vacation and the world was in complete chaos! That should be good enough reasons to cancel the date!”

“No.”

“No?”

“I do believe I have said that sister.” Morpheus pushed past her towards the doors, he felt her following to the outside. Some dreams and nightmares left quickly after seeing how mad his sister was.

“Cancel it.” She demanded with force.

“Why should I?” Morpheus asked again, Death grabbed his arm and turned him to face her.

“She is the personification of obsessive and madness love, Dream. If she becomes obsessed with you, there would be no power from anyone that could help you. Not even any of our other siblings could help you.”

Morpheus hummed quietly, his eyes meeting hers, for a moment, a quick moment, Death hoped he would accept and move on. “The answer is no, sister.”

“Dream, no, I’m not asking you again, I’m now demanding you to cancel this date. Cupid is not forgiving little brother and if you continue with this…this…with whatever this is, then story will repeat itself and you will become the new Psyche.”

“Do not compare me…”

“Well it looks like you are willingly happy to go there Dream!” Death was now mad, she hit his shoulder with force. Morpheus said nothing in return, not wanting to escalate this beyond what it already was. “I guess you really want that Cupid-Psyche story to happened again!”

“I do not want…”

“It appears you do Dream! You should have said no! When Cupid asks you something, the answer it’s always no!”

“What would be so outrageous if I accept her advances?” He simply asked, wanting nothing more than for her to leave the Dreaming.

“Yes it would, don’t get me wrong, I am happy you that you want to try again to find love but going out with Cupid is accepting a nightmare, brother. She will demand your attention, your love, everything you have, to her you will become everything and she will hope the same.”

“Why should I look other way besides her sister?”

Death groaned in annoyance. “I forgot how stubborn you were with this, I’m going to put it simply so you can get it on that thick skull of yours. This is what you are going to do, okey? You are going to nicely cancel your date with her, if Cupid decides to be angry, then I’ll come in and help defuse her anger.”

“I believe I have not made myself clear sister, I will not cancel my meeting with cupid, and I would be grateful if you keep these comments within yourself.”

“Dream.” Death tiredly said.

“It is time for you to leave dear sister, I hate fighting with you but I will if I must, this is my domain and you come here to defy me?” Morpheus was now annoyed and angry. Their surroundings became darker and before his sister opened her mouth she disappeared from the Dreaming.

Matthew landed at his feet, watching him curiously, “Oh wow, you really vanish her didn’t you boss?”

“Do not test me Matthew, I am not calm for your sarcastic comments.”

“Yeah, I can see that, but maybe your sister is a bit right.” Matthew softly caw, beginning to fly around him.

“Matthew.” Morpheus warned.

“No, listen boss,” Matthew ignored his anger. “You are indeed going with the Goddess of Love, she’s the definition of love, you know how many movies are made thanks to her and her ideas with love?” He asked and received no answer from Morpheus so he continued. “You need to put a bit more into it boss, woo her boss.”

“Explain yourself, Matthew.” Morpheus’s attention was completely on his companion.

“She’s love right?” Morpheus slightly nodded. “And probably she’s seen everything that the others do to romance someone, right?” Matthew didn’t let him answer. “I would say do something more exciting but that might be a problem because well, you are not a chatty person boss.”

Morpheus closed his eyes exhausted.

“I know! If you want to impress her boss, then you have to go out of your comfort zone, so I would say, take her to a nice place for a nice dinner and force yourself to say more than two words and a few sounds!” Matthew said excitingly. “That would sure conquer her heart!”

And that is why Morpheus was sitting on an uncomfortable booth waiting for your arrival, he was completely annoyed at how many times the waiter came to ask for his order, it was painfully clear how his attempts of flirting with him was.

“It’s been a few minutes love, I don’t think she is coming.” The waiter told him for the seventeenth time. His fingers graced against his coat and Morpheus was trying to not get angry at his advances and angry at you for making him for his lost time.

“Well, it was only ten minutes that I was late and you are annoying my date…Luke.” You grabbed his shoulder, making him turn to you.

Luke’s eyes scanned you and laughed at your choice of clothes, yeah, you came in with a black dress with yellow ducks and yellow tights, so what? You were happy with your choices and you dressed for yourself and for Morpheus.

“Something funny, Luke?” You tightly smiled, “Are you laughing at my face?”

“Oh honey.” He shook his head before turning away, you didn’t let him, your hand grabbing his arm with force, he tried to shook you off but couldn’t.

“It’s sad that you have the guts to flirt on my face.” Your other hand grabbed the side of his face, forcing him close to yours, your noses touched and he saw something on your eyes. “I’m going to tell you what would I do if I were you, I would make sure that this specifically date goes smooth, that everything goes within his plan.” Your hand force his head to look at Morpheus who was sitting watching you curiously. “And then, I would make sure that I was happy all the duration of this date.” You force him to look at you again. “I want a sprite with strawberries, few ice. Thank you.”

You pushed him and watched with a happy smile how he quickly made his way to the back of the place, your hands smoothen your dress before sitting at his side, you rested your head on your hand, smiling at him.

“Sorry for being late,” You sighed tiredly, “I was on my way here, I was almost two hours early! I swear! But there is this couple that are planning their wedding and both of them are disasters and needed my help so badly and I got distracted and I’m so so sorry Morpheus.” You grabbed his hand, squeezing it softly.

“Do not worry Eros.” Morpheus squeeze your hand in return, your smile widened and he took a mental note to thank Matthew for his tips on flirting. “And if you wish to speak about the reasons for your lateness, I will gladly listen.”

You laughed, playfully pushing his shoulder with yours. “It’s Cupid silly and if you really want to know I’ll tell you.”

And you began talking, you told him about Archie Bodycomb and Rachel Cobbledick, two people who were born with two left feet and bad luck at their sides, you told him about how they decided to just go on a date without planning and that resulted in Archie getting stuck on a child’s swing. You laughed at how Rachel tried to help by running towards a store and buying some butter and rubbing it on top of his jeans, ruining them in the process.

Morpheus wasn’t paying so much attention at your rambling, focusing on other things, like your movements, your laugh, how your hands hit him softly when you got excited on one of your stories, he saw how you got quieter when the waiter came with your drink, not meeting any of your eyes. He let you order for both of you, saying that you knew what he would like and he nodded in response when the waiter looked at him, his eyes were hopeful for him to shut you up.

“That would be all Luke! Remember the order, that’s how we want it to start.” You handed him the menu. “And I would be happy if you didn’t look at him, he’s mine for tonight, you hear me?”

Luke didn’t responded, opting for just leaving you two alone, on his mind, he was still hoping for Morpheus to leave you there alone. You were crazy.

“He is so thirsting over you so bad,” You gagged, “You wouldn’t believe what he was thinking about.”

Morpheus became curious, “Can you read his mind?” He asked curiously.

“Well yeah.” You nodded, blinking in amusement at his question. “It comes with the job, when you are the definition of love then you need to see and hear everything around them, it becomes annoying sometimes but amazing on other times.”

“Fascinating.”

“You think so?” You grabbed his hands, holding them closer to your chest, “I can do a lot of stuff, you know? Like going everywhere around the world in a blink of an eye, and I know every single human and other amazing stuff that I will happily tell you if you want me to.”

“I would like to know them.”

“No! No, I talk long enough, you should tell me about yourself, I feel the only things I know about you are because of Death and Desire, also all your relationships, again, sorry about them.”

“There is not much to know.” Morpheus stated, this time he was not meeting your gaze.

“What? Morpheus,” Your hands softly turned his face to yours, “if I didn’t find you interesting, I would never asked you for this date, come on! Tell me something.”

Morpheus stared at you before telling you about his life, he started from the very beginning, he told you about his failed romances, even though you already knew them, he told you about his imprisonment, about his quest for the missing tools. He told you that he felt something was missing even though he acquired his power back, and you listened. Your eyes completely absorbed on his words and he felt a pressure he didn’t know he had lift off his shoulders.

The food arrived quickly and neither of you glanced at the waiter, you were to absorbed on each other to notice his leave.

“You know why I always love eating sweet things?” You asked him, munching on a grape. He nodded without words. “There was a time, really long before this, when the Gods ruled the world. I had this small group of believers who truly trusted me, they often let me little altars with sweet stuff…I missed them.

Morpheus offered you another grape and you let him feed you. “What is it like now?”

“What do you mean?”

“Not having the same number of believers?”

You frowned, “Well.” You paused, nodding when you had your answer. “I would say is hard but to be honest I am grateful, it could be worse.” You shrugged. “I heard that there are some Gods and Goddess that ended up worse. I do have a lot of job though, people love to be in romantic relationships, but trust me, I do enjoy my work…Do you?”

“Do I?” Morpheus repeated.

“Do you enjoy doing your job?” You asked curiously. “I love my job and I have so many stories that always brightened my day yet sometimes is just too much to handle.”

Morpheus stayed quiet.

“So, do you enjoy your job?” You asked again.

“I do…but…” He didn’t ended his sentence but you nodded anyway. Grabbing his hand once again.

“I know.” You whispered. You glanced at the table, still full-on food. “Do you want to walk a for a bit? We could asked for everything to go, there’s a park near, we could go there…maybe make out a bit, who knows.” You shrugged.

“Do you wish to?”

“Hm?” You turned to him.

“Do you wish to…make out with me?”

“Fuck yeah.” You stood up. “Waiter! Waiter, put everything to go quickly!” You turned to Morpheus. “I’m making out with you so hard you have no idea.”

“Sooo…I heard something quite interesting today sweet, sweet Cupid.” Desire took a sip of his tea. “I heard a tiny, little comment from my sister.”

You hummed, completely absorbed in putting sugar on your tea, at this point it was more sugar than liquid. “You have a lot of sisters, Desire, you have the one with the shoes, the other one, the one with the cute hair, but you also have a lot of brothers! There is the one that does that thing, and the other one that does the other thing, also the other other one!”

Desire looked unimpressed, “Sometimes I wonder if you are faking that or you truly don’t remember us.”

You shrugged, taking a sip of your tea, making a disgusted face, “Needs more sugar, miss waitress!” You motioned to come closer when she looked at your direction. “Hi, hello, could we get more sugar? Thank you!”

“Babe, that is more sugar than tea.”

“Well, it still taste sour and that is disgusting. But yeah, I really don’t remember your siblings, I remember you because we are almost always together.” You smiled, grabbing a few cookies. “So, what did you hear?”

Desire teasingly smiled, “Well, Death told me…you remember Death, right?”

“Death…Death…Death…” Your finger tapped your lips, “Nope, doesn’t ring a bell.”

“Really?” You nodded, Desire sighed. “Curly hair? Black pants? Black shirt?”

“Nope.”

“Curly hair?”

“Nope.”

“You are unbelievable.” Desire took their phone out, furiously searching through the photographs, they smiled in victory, giving you the phone. “Now you remember?”

You took the phone, looking at the girl on the picture. You laughed in delight. “Oh! Yeah! I so know her! She does have great taste in shoes.”

“Huh, she does have great taste in shoes.”

“What about her? You were clearly saying she told you something, is it gossip? Oh, it is! About whom?!”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Desire smiled cheekily.

“Yes, I would like to know, that’s why I’m asking?” You told him confused, taking the sugar packets the waitress handed you. Starting to pour all of them to your cup.

“You will die with a sugar overdose one of these days babe.”

“Meh.” You taste your tea again, moaning in happiness with the flavor. “You would miss me too much if I die silly, you probably cry and you don’t look sexy crying.”

Desire gasped offended, grabbing your hand and slapping it softly. “I do take offense with that sentence, everything I do is sexy.”

“Meh.”

“You are doing this in purpose, aren’t you?”

“Yep.”

“You ass.”

“Yep.”

“Stop trying to change the subject!” Desire grabbed your cup, “Death told me that you went out on a date with that pathetic brother of mine, and before you are going to say ‘Desire, you have a lot of siblings’ once again, it’s Morpheus,” You opened your mouth. “Nope! Morpheus, Dream of Endless, king of dreams and nightmares, the pessimist ass of this family.”

“Yeah, we went on a date, doesn’t talk much but he’s cute.”

“Baby, I love you so much and I would never die for you, but really?” Desire looked disgusted. “You deserve someone better than him.”

“Like…”

“I don’t know, I’m always questioning your type, but look, I don’t think you should go on a second date with him?”

You frowned, trying to take back your tea, “Why?” You asked, “Did Death say something about that? And don’t you dare lie to me, we are friends, don’t push that.”

Desire sighed, “Yeah, she did mention something about that.”

You stood up angrily, “What did she said?”

“I’m not looking to start drama…”

You looked at him quietly before nodding to yourself, you walked towards the waitress, whispering on her ear before she began everyone to leave, the people were angry but one look at you and decided that it wasn’t worth watching whatever you will do. You walked towards the door, closing it softly, putting the close sign on.

“I will only ask once again, Desire of Endless.” Desire jaw tensed, there was only one time he watched your anger in full display. “What did your sister said?”

“Well…”

“I am not longer in the mood.”

“Fine, she told me she thought you were a tiny bit obsessed when it comes with loving someone and well, she was quite worried about our stupid brother.”

“I see, it would be better if both of whom are we speaking of are present, don’t you think?” You didn’t wait for Desire to answer, your fingers snaping loudly.

The lights flickered wildly, Desire sighed once again, clearly annoyed with your mood changing. Death appeared sitting next to Desire, Morpheus sitting in front of them, both clearly confused at the action, they saw you glancing the door.

“Wha…? Cupid?” Death stood up, not noticing how Desire’s eye where glued to the table. Morpheus sat there quietly, looking around the empty café. You were angry.

“Eros.” You corrected her, finally turning to face them. “I believed we were friends, Death of Endless, I believed I treated you with kindness and you dare to speak ill of me?” Your eyes were flickering with a bright pink.

“Cupid.” Morpheus joined his sister side, not moving fast to not provoke you. “What is the meaning of this?”

Your eyes turned to Morpheus, your anger not appeasing. “Tell him what you told Desire.” You commanded Death, “Tell him the truth.”

“Cupid, that is enough.” Morpheus firmly told you, taking a step towards you.

“No, tell him, Death of Endless, tell your brother what you said before.”

Death sighed, “He already knows what I told Desire.”

“He…knew?” You blink in confusion. “And he did not told me?”

Morpheus grabbed your hands. “It was not necessary as my intentions were always to continue seeing you.”

“Why did they tell you that?” Your focus was on him, “Why are they so afraid of a relationship that hasn’t had happened.”

“Look Cupid.” You turned towards Death angrily, she backtracked a bit, correcting how she addressed you, Desire standing by her side. “Eros, we really care about Dream.”

“No, we don’t.” Death hit Desired harshly.

“As I said, we do care about him and we didn’t want him to be…you know…”

“No, I do not know.” You answered tightly, taking away your hands from Morpheus’s grasp, you walked towards Death and her eyes glued to the ground. “What are you trying to say?”

“Sweetie, we didn’t want another Psyche story to happen, I love you too much but when she divorced you, you became quite annoying.” Desired answered for Death.

Perhaps it was the crudest way to tell you why they were so against of you going out with their brother. Perhaps it was the way that Morpheus couldn’t look at your eyes, maybe he was also thinking that, maybe he didn’t want to be the new Psyche, but why did he accepted your invite? But that was when you remember, you invited him yet you didn’t let him answer you.

“You think…” You began, your voice cracking, Morpheus took a step to you but you took one back. “You think I would hurt him?”

“Yes.” Death softly replied. Morpheus looked at her, his face was hard.

“You don’t even know the story.” You quietly said, your arms hugged your form. “Nobody knows the true story.”

“But that doesn’t mean anything sweetie,” Desire said, their eyes turning soft at your broken form. “Yes, Dream is an idiot and he proudly shows it, but dating you, that would just be mad even for him.”

“Do not speak for…”

“It is true though.” Death interrupted her brother, grabbing his arm and dragging him between her and Desire’s side. “We love you, but you don’t have a great track record with this stuff.”

“Let’s call her then,” You said, your eyes watching them with hate, your fingers snap once again.

A beautiful woman appeared, her body and hair covered with flour and frosting, clearly she was in the middle of something, her eyes looked quickly at the ones at the store, taking a step back when they landed on you.

“Hello Psyche, it’s been a while.” You greeted her, your voice without emotion. “Let me introduce you to them. Meet the Endless, Death, Desire and Dream, your fans, apparently the are on your side even without hearing the complete story.”

“Eros.” Psyche greeted you, her head nodding at the direction of the other three. “You always had a bad time with our meetings.”

You sarcastically laughed, “Yeah, guess I do, you are here for only one reason, take it seriously or you will face a worst faith than my wrath.”

“I see you never changed, what can I do for you?”

“Tell them our story and don’t look for sympathy, you deserve nothing.”

“Always the charmer.” Psyche told you with sarcasm, she turned to the other three. “Well, she met me a long time ago, when she was a man, we fell in love and then we had a fight and we are trying to move forward with our relationship. But Eros is still a bit adamant in not going to therapy. And that’s it.”

You threw a table across the room, the Endless looked at you in shock at your violence, they saw your anger but you never acted on it. Psyche just sighed and decided to sat down, she knew this would take more than a few minutes as your tantrum was just about to begin.

“You are forgetting a key part, my dear ex-wife.” You stood in front of her, your eyes were completely pink, Psyche swallowed, she now remembers what would happened if someone did something completely different on what you asked. “You forgot how you begged me to let you be close to Zeus, you forgot how you became pregnant with his seed and not mine, how you lied to my face, saying they were mine, how you let me held my children, you forgot to said how Zeus came to our home and demanded what was his, that you willingly went at his side, even when I beg for your stay, and when you returned broken how he left you for another one. I needed you by my side, you were my heart, you were my air and you still left me there.”

“Eros.” Psyche whispered.

“You forgot your lies, my dear ex-wife, you forgot how you took my love for granted, you forgot how you had me on my knees for you, I would have given up my life and my immortality at your wish, you forgot how you had me my love, I would have gone to Hades realm at your wish, I would have enter war at your command, I would had made for you a realm only for you to be a queen. You had me Psyche and you threw me away for the highest power.”

“I never wanted Zeus, I was blind my love, I was at my youth and was foolishly thinking nonsense…I always wanted you Eros.” Psyche stood up, her hands cradling your face with tenderness. Morpheus took a step forward, Death and Desire grabbed his arms and force him to stay still. “My heart was yours and it still is, my love.”

“Lies.” You whispered against her lips, not daring to break the space. “You are a liar, you are not to be trusted.”

“Yes I can, I love you Eros,” She kissed your cheek. “This has been too long, I miss your touch but I am willingly wait for you to accept me back.”

You swallowed painfully, “Ask Zeus for it.” You snap your fingers and she disappeared in a pink blink. “You now know the truth.” You turned to them, ignoring how Morpheus was trying to break free. “You are like her, liars. Liars do not deserve my love. Do not look for me, as now you will face her punishment. You will never see me again.” And you disappear.

“Well, that was something.” Death hit Desire once again.

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“Rachel, you totally deserve someone better than Archie, he’s an idiot and her mother is crazy.” You were sitting on her couch, softly patting her back as she was ugly-crying looking at her phone, she didn’t knew you were there but you were giving her some support. “And breaking someone over a text? He sucks.”

Rachel truly believed that Archie was the one, and to be honest it was kinda your fault that the world was going into fire for a second time this year. But you had an excuse, you were truly believing that you and Morpheus would had something special and he was willingly accepting your pace. But siblings suck and you could help to think that one day he would just simply lie like Psyche did.

You sighed, moving the tissues closer to a broken Rachel, still telling her that Archie was a mistake, hoping that she would hear your words and take them as if you were her conscious.

The sound of a raven’s caw distracted you, your eyes watching the tiny window, you swore that the raven was looking at you intently and motion you to go outside. You were beginning to go crazy.

You closer your eyes, trying to ignore the immense curiosity of what the raven wanted to show you, you hated yourself as you gave a last pat on Rachel’s back and went out looking for your possible new friend.

“Raven? New friend?” You called out for the raven, your voice not so energetic as before.

Everything about you was dull, it was like you didn’t believed in love anymore. This wasn’t like the Psyche situation, this was new, you were not angry, you were sad and depressed, even your clothes has lost your sense, you were wearing a simple pair of jeans and a hoodie, you were so sad that you couldn’t take the time to dress.

“Raven, where are you? If you don’t come here, well I will go inside, Rachel is starting her sad movie marathon and I want to be there when she starts cursing at the hot actor.”

Two pair of hands grabbed your shoulders, you screamed and it wasn’t your proudest moment, you turned and there he was, beautiful and perfect, like the last time you saw him.

“Morpheus?!” You almost hit him on the face, “Don’t do that! I almost killed you!”

“Cupid.”

“It’s Eros, you stop having access to my other name after what happened.” You tried to shake off his hands, but he was putting enough pressure to having you trapped under his grasp. “Would you mind? I am quite busy.”

“You stopped doing your duties, Cupid.” He ignored your offended face, “You stopped me from seeing you.”

“Well, I was just granting your sister’s wish you know, so your welcome, now let me go, I want to stuff my face with popcorn, Rachel is an eater so I have to be fast.”

“My sister has no right to ask on my name.” He snarled, his hands cradling your face, they held if softly and with a quick movement, you could be free but you let him touch you. “You forbidden me to let me see you.”

“Well, you’re welcome, now stop flirting with me with your sexy deep voice, I have things to do…”

“For example?”

You grabbed his wrists, just holding them, not moving them. “Eat, I’m depressed if you hadn’t…”

“I notice, you are not wearing your colorful clothing.” He told you softly.

“You noticed that?” You whispered.

“I always notice, even if you did not let me see you.”

You bit your lip, shaking your head you pushed his hands away from your face and began walking away from him. “It’s better if you leave, your family doesn’t like me, and they’re right, I will demand too much from you, and I don’t think you are ready for that.”

Morpheus appeared at your front, making you crash on his chest, he held you again, his arms tightening around your form. “Do not speak for myself.”

“Well, do what I ask then.” You tried to break from his grasp once again. “Plus, you didn’t said a thing or looked for me, your interest didn’t show up.”

“I was respecting your wishes, stop moving, you will hurt yourself.” He grunted.

“Well, I like the pain and I like to be free so shoo, let me go, you are making a scene!” You exclaimed, your eyes finally finding the raven, “Bird, help me!”

“Matthew only responds to my command.” Morpheus whispered on your ear.

“You told him to spy me!”

“Well, I’m sorry miss, but orders are orders.” Matthew hopped closer to you, at this point you let your body go lack, hoping that Morpheus would get tired and drop you. He didn’t, Matthew was trying so hard not to laugh at both of your faces. “But if I were you, I would listen to boss, he became really mopey and depressed when you guys broke off.”

“We didn’t break off!”

“We do not broke off.”

Both of you exclaimed at the same time, you paused when you realized what you screamed, you didn’t break off but you weren’t together. Your eyes glanced at his face, he was looking at you, you could see the pouting on his mouth, his brows furrowed and the sadness on his eyes.

“Think about this for a second Morpheus.” He almost purred at the sound of his name, Matthew would have so much material to gossip around that he decided to stay quiet. “I am Cupid, I will demand your love for me and only me, are you okey with that?”

“I would like nothing more.” He brought your faces closer, his lips caressing yours, not fully touching, “Give me an opportunity to prove it to you.”

You stared at his eyes, you could see the tiny stars that they held. Your hands rested on his chest and you felt his heart. “It beats for you.” He whispered once again.

“Really?” You tried to close the gap but he didn’t let you.

“Yes.”

Morpheus pushed his lips against yours, your kiss was desperate, you grabbing everything you could, his hair, his face, his neck. He held you closer to his body, humming at your warm touch, he missed you even if your relationship wasn’t even started, his thoughts were filled by you and even the dreams were a prove to that.

He let you go softly, you trying to kissed him again but he only have you a final peck full of love and admiration. “I believe we should marry.”

You stared at him surprised.

Matthew began hopping rapidly towards you, his voice full of shock. “Boss?! That’s too soon! We talked about this!”

“Oh silly, we do not need a wedding.” You laughed at his heartbroken face and Matthews cry. “I am the Goddess of Love, if you want, we could just start saying we are married!”

Morpheus smiled, kissing you again.

“That’s not how it works!” Matthew exclaimed.

“Where is he?!” You entered the library in hurry. “We are so late!”

Lucienne was startled at your presence, the book at her hands dropped to the floor. “It’s good to see you, my lady, are you looking for the dream lord?”

“Yes!” You stressed, “We are so late, Lucienne! There is late and fashionable late, and we are the first one!”

Lucienne watched you pace around the library, she saw your attired and knew that this was important to you, you were wearing a formal attire, completely different from your usual outfits. Your hair was also stylized different, opting for a simple ponytail that was moving wildly at your crazy steps.

“Hey Cupid, looking fancy, going somewhere?” Matthew landed on a table, he watching your dress. “Love the dress, are those stars?”

You stopped, turning to the raven, you smiled with nervousness but still turning around to let him see your dress. “Yes! Morpheus wanted to match but didn’t tell me to what! I had to take a wild guess and now here I am, completely nicely dress, looking so good and he’s nowhere in sight! We are so late Matthew! I’m this close to leaving his ass and going to this wedding on my own…You hear me Morpheus! I’m going alone! I’m going to drink my ass off and flirt with all the single best men!”

Lucienne averted her eyes when she saw an angry dream lord, turning away quickly.

You turned when you felt his hands on your back, your arms crossed and a glare on your face. “We are so late mister. We are so late that probably they have already said yes and we missed it.”

“Apologies.” He offered you his arm. “We are still hours earlier, my love.”

“For you is early, but for me? Morpheus, I am Cupid, I need to be at this wedding.” He kissed your cheek softly, guiding you through the palace with ease. “You think only with one kiss you can win me over?”

“I have already won you over, my dear.” He cheekily smiled. You punch his shoulder.

“Oh, you might have won me over, but making me late for a wedding? It would take more than one kiss to appease my anger.”

“Yes?” Morpheus began pushing you towards a wall, “What should I do then?”

“Stop flirting with me! We are so late!” You dragged him to the door, he happily following you without a word.

The wedding was a disaster and you were beyond stressed, Archie was late, Rachel broke her heels walking down the aisle, the paster dropped the bible. Someone’s phone rang. But they managed to say yes, even though the sound of the mics were off a good chunk of the wedding.

Morpheus didn’t wanted to dance but you force him, threatening him to disappear if he didn’t dance with you.

“It was not a disaster.” He muttered on your hair. “They look happy.”

Your eyes turned to the now-married couple who was dancing on the center of the floor. Archie was smiling so hard even with the dark eye he was wearing. Rachel was the same, she had a bruise on her cheek after she tried to take the mic from her new mother-in-law.

“It could be better.”

“It could, but for them, it already is.” He kissed your hair softly. You hummed in delight.

“Thank you for coming with me.” You whispered on his neck, leaving a quick kiss on it. “And I’m sorry I was such a sucker for weddings.”

He hummed, kissing the side of your head. “I would have come even if you never asked.”

“There’s something on your mind, you are quieter than usual and you are grasping quite hard at my waist.”

“Apologies.”

“Why? You know your hands does things to me, babe, manhandle me, it’s such a turn on.” You smiled at the shook on his face. He frowned.

“You are right.” He quietly said. “There is something on my mind.”

“Hm? What is it…Come on! Tell Cupid what can she do to help you, you hotshot.” You playfully winked at him. Morpheus tried to suppressed his smile.

“I want a wedding. I want a reminder that you became mine, I want to be able to a day for us.”

“Morpheus.”

“Choose a day.” He kissed you softly. “Choose a day so you can be mine and I can be yours.”

You nodded, “Alright, I’ll choose a day.”

“Thank you.” He kissed you.

“You know what we should do?”

“What?” He whispered against your lips, his eyes closing in content.

“We should totally have a celebratory-fuck on the bathroom.”

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