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At Long Last

Pairings: Morpheus x Reader Word Count: 9.8k Warnings: Captivity, murder, feelings of hopelessness, slight maiming, that’s really it... A/N: I had a lot of fun with this one. It definitely felt more book-ish than it did oneshot-y to me, but that might just be me. Either way, I hope you enjoy this! Thank you and happy reading! <3

"Must you leave for so much time?"

You smiled gently at your Dream, taking his hands and stepping closer. You kiss the spot between his brows, "I will be back before you know it. The humans need me right now, and I must aid them. That is our purpose, isn't it?"

The world had been thrust into a war. The humans were struggling, and, as the Goddess of Hope and Transformation, it was your job to aid them in their struggles. Dream knew this well, it was one of the reasons he loved you so.

He merely breathed a sigh and nodded as he looked down at you, "Very well, then. Be safe."

"I always am," you smiled, pressing your hand to his cheek. "Don't go anywhere while I'm gone." It was a joke, gentle teasing as you tried to pull a smile from your lips. You got a ghost of one and nothing more. You sighed and leaned forward, kissing his lips gently as you savored the taste of him before you were off. You didn't know how long you would be gone. "I love you, Morpheus."

"And I, you," he said.

The war lasted four long years, and then you spent two years helping people to begin to settle and recover after that. You spent most days and nights as a medic for injured soldiers, some days you were doing charity work for the families at home. Work was busy—answering prayers, granting hope to those who needed it, helping in any way that you could to ease the troubles of war.

By the time you returned to the Dreaming, all you wished to do was hold your husband in your arms and dream with him for a little while. But as you felt yourself returning, you knew something was wrong. Things had changed. You would not return to the Dreaming the way you left it.

You stared at the large doors thoughtfully, staring at the carvings and the art of the entrance. Your arms were crossed tightly over your chest. You were afraid to move any closer. You chewed on your lip and tapped your foot, shaking your head as the worry ate at you.

Just go, you thought to yourself. He'll be waiting on the other side for you. Surely, he will.

You took in a slow, deep breath…and then took a step.

"My lady?"

You turned your head and found your loyal librarian approaching you. You smiled and held your arms out to your dear friend. "Lucienne," you breathed as you took her in your arms. "It's been so long. Where's Morpheus?"

She pulled back and gave a concerned frown. "I was hoping…he'd gone to you while you were gone."

Your smile fell. Lucienne thought you looked angry for a moment. "What does that mean?" you asked.

She took a slight step back, holding a journal in her arms as she looked down at her feet for just a moment. She peaked up at you over the top of her glasses as she frowned. "I'm afraid…Lord Morpheus has been gone for four years. He went to the Waking World two years after you left in search of the Corinthian, and he hasn't been back since."

Your heart sparked with pain at the idea of your husband being missing. Everything was fine when you left, and now he was gone?

"Show me the kingdom," you said.

Lucienne nodded as you both made your way to the entrance, which opened for you without hesitation as your long white robes flowed behind you.

The realm seemed…okay. Most of the same magic, just lacking in a bit of luster. If Morpheus didn't return soon, it would begin to crumble. You would not see his realm turn to ash, not if you could help it.

You went to the castle with Lucienne at your side, waving to the residents who smiled and waved their greetings to their returning queen. The inside of the castle was stronger—the heart of the realm—but there were cracks in the walls that struck your heart.

As you took in the sight of the kingdom, you sighed. "I have to go find my husband."

"My lady," Lucienne quickly halted your movements. "If I may… I think it would be best if you stayed. Without Dream, the realm will begin to fade. Your presence might be the only thing keeping this place from ruin."

"But if he's missing and he doesn't return, my presence won't help a thing," you told her. "I need to find him and bring him back. Do you know where he went?"

She shook her head regrettably, "No, I don't. But perhaps you could ask one of his siblings?"

You hesitated at the idea. "Perhaps if it comes to that, but… you know how the Endless are." She sighed and nodded. You softened, walking over to her as you set your hands on her shoulders. "I will return soon."

She tilted her head. "He said the same thing."

Your reassuring smile faltered and you let out a breath. "I promise. Have hope, dear friend."

She smiled sentimentally. She set a hand over yours. "I did miss you, Y/N," she said.

"And I, you." You blinked a couple of times. They were the last words Morpheus had said to you before you left. "I will be back, and I'll be back with Dream."

It was more to reassure yourself than her. You let out a long breath and stepped away. "Stay safe," Lucienne bid softly.

You smiled. "I always am."

You reached down and grabbed the bottom of your robe. In one grand sweep, your robes turned to feathers as white wings helped you take flight. He was somewhere in the Waking World. You would find him one way or another.

You searched the world, wings and magic carrying you across the vast realm. But you couldn't find him, he was being kept from you. So when you finished, you swept the Earth again for the being you could not find.

And then again over.

It was about a month before you finally returned to the Dreaming. You collapsed on the throne, barren of the king it belonged to.

As if on cue, Lucienne was standing there again. Her face was full of worry and concern as she looked at you.

"I can't find him, Lucienne," you lamented. "I searched over the Earth five times, and he was nowhere. I'm worried."

She took a step, "We will find him, my queen."

You nodded gently, looking around as if the answer would present itself. It seemed like it did when your eyes found a depiction of his mask on a carving in the wall. You stood and began descending the steps. "I will ask his siblings. Surely one of them will have an answer—Death, Destiny."

As you took the first few steps, you faltered for a moment. Your robe splayed over the floor, dark skies inside of your cloak filled with clouds of grey. Lucienne rushed to your side, helping you stay steady on your feet. "You need to rest, my lady. You cannot go out there like this."

You shook your head in protest, dusting yourself off. "I need to find my husband."

"Ma'am, please," she begged. She adjusted the glasses on the tip of her nose, furrowed brows pulled tight with her worry. "You put yourself at risk by leaving like this. You can't help him if you yourself are hurt."

You sighed, thinking for a moment before resigning with the nod of your head. "Alright," you said. "I'll rest, but then I go straight to them."

She licked her lips, looking down at the ground for a moment. "My lady—if I may," she trailed off, thinking before she spoke again, "the realm needs you."

"The realm has you." You trusted Lucienne to take your place while you were away. She was more than capable of holding the realm together, as far as the residents go.

"I'm just a dream," she shook her head, placing her arms behind her back again, still gripping her journal. "You're his wife." She tilted her head, looking away to organize her thoughts again, careful of her words as though she were speaking to a tempered Morpheus.

"Some of the dreams are beginning to doubt Lord Morpheus will return," she began slowly. "Some believe that, if you find him…he will abandon them, too."

Your lips parted as you listened to the news. "They think we will leave them behind?" you wondered. "Have they no faith in us?"

"It's not a matter of faith as much as it is a matter of uncertainty. One of the Endless has abandoned their duties before,” her words were guarded. She did not look at you as easily as she said it, uncertain of what your response would have been.

Instead you merely sighed and clenched your jaw, looking down as you took her words into consideration. You straightened your back again, “What will you have me do, Lucienne? Leave him?” The thought of it made your blood run cold.

Lucienne sighed. “The walls are cracking. The residents are wavering. I think he would want you to keep the realm safe first.” There was a long pause before she continued, “Perhaps you should assure everyone, mend the damage, then search for him when you have any idea as to where he actually is.” It did not come out as an insult, more as a plea for your ear.

You thought in silence for a while, trying to see if there was another way. Another way to restore the realm’s calm without the expense of leaving your husband to fend for himself, where he was. He could be in danger for all you knew. But if he was not in the realm, it would suffer. Lucienne was right, you were the only one who could keep the Dreaming intact, even if only for a little while, until you were certain you knew where Morpheus was. Until you were certain you could find him again.

You looked down at your feet and resigned. You nodded your head and agreed. “Very well. I will,” you swallowed hard before looking up again. “But as soon as I have anything, I find Morpheus.”

She did not argue. “Of course.”

Without Morpheus' magic, it took three years for your presence alone to heal the cracks in the foundation. When you returned, the residents of the Dreaming eased their worries and allowed you liberty not to be too concerned about their loyalty.

It was tiring—lonesome—with no clue as to where Morpheus could've been. Lucienne passed on any information she could, but she had her own responsibilities to the library.

As you resigned to bed, you set your hand over the empty spot beside you. His pillow was cold, his sheets colder. You sighed as you laid back, staring at your empty bed with welling tears. It was a long time before you finally drifted off into a dream.

A dream through the vision of another's eyes.

High over the expanse of trees. The sounds of other birds, flapping wings. Blue skies, green fields. Then a house, a mansion.

A strange air. A dark presence.

You woke up with a start, breath heavy and loud. You looked around, memorizing every inch of your bedroom as you calmed.

Jessamy, that beautiful bird.

In the next second, you were dressed in your long robes as you made your way to the library. "Lucienne!" you didn't yell in her library, but you did rush toward her.

She found you in a heartbeat, "What is it?"

You smiled, one of the first genuine smiles she'd seen on you in years. "Jessamy. She showed me where he is. I didn't see him, but I saw a house."

"Are you going there?" she wondered.

You nodded, "Yes. You're in charge until I return. I will be back soon."

Lucienne nodded dutifully. "Be safe, my queen."

"I always am."

And then you were flying into the Waking World, a white crow body aiding you in flight. You searched for her, which was a lot easier than searching for your husband's mysterious location.

You perched beside her under a tree, shifting in a heartbeat as you crouched to her level. Her wings spread wide in greeting and you smiled. "Jessamy! Where is he?"

She turned her head in the direction of the large manor she'd shown you in your dreams. She flew away again and you beamed as you leaned forward. In a matter of seconds, you were bounding away on four white paws.

Being the Goddess of Transformation had its perks. Discretion was one of them, and your cat form was more than capable of it as you raced after Dream's pied crow.

You came up on the manor, watched as she perched on a tree. You continued on, slowing as you came up on a stray entrance to the house. You squeezed through a tiny opening, looking around at every little detail in the home.

You heard voices down the hall and rushed to find a corner to hide in. You crouched under a chair in the hall, watching a man, white hair and refined clothes, walking down. You followed him, staying low to the ground as you traveled along the wall.

His swift steps resounded along the halls as you followed him. He stopped. You stilled. As he turned around, you hid behind a tiny vase. He looked around and continued walking.

You came up to a door. He opened it and walked into a room. It was dark, a cellar guarded by two people. You slipped in, staying close to the wall as you ducked underneath a table. You turned.

And you saw him.

You stared with wide eyes at Morpheus, trapped in a globe of glass without a strip of clothing to protect himself. Anger flared within you as the older man stood in front of the glass. He had a stern look on his face as he stood, hands clasped behind his back.

"We've been here before. I've asked a thousand times, and I'll ask a thousand more," he said. "Can you bring back my son, Randall?"

Morpheus stared with a penetrating gaze and said nothing.

"No?" he jabbed. "Money? Power? Anything?"

No response.

He hummed, twiddling his fingers behind his back. "Very well then."

He left without another word.

As he walked away, you began moving again. You crawled forward, coming from underneath the table.

As Dream stared down at his lap, his brows furrowed. He looked around slowly, sensing the presence in the air. His eyes lifted and found you, your white paws stood out in contrast to the black fur that blended into the dark floors.

His eyes found yours, deep and sorrowful. His empty face slowly shifted, lifting in a tiny little smile as he found light in the sight of you.

Your heart cried out for him. He looked so ethereal with his little grin. To others, he would be some strange creature with strange powers to behold.

But you, he was your husband. And you loved your husband.

You took a few steps forward, quick and light on your feet. His face shifted again, and he shook his head.

You stopped and tilted your head at him. Why?

You tried to step forward again. Another protest.

His eyes pleaded for your heed, teary and regretful. He opened his mouth just a crack and mouthed a simple "no".

You huffed and ignored his words. You bounded toward the glass. His lips parted and his eyes filled. You ran across the expanse of the room, jumping over the water that lined the cage as you grew closer to the man who had been trapped for five years.

As you jumped toward the glass, you hit a barrier and fell to the ground.

The guards looked up and saw you then. "Oi!" He turned to his friend. "Why's there a cat?"

"I don't know. Get it!"

You looked at Morpheus again. He shook his head and looked toward the exit again. You mewled weakly before the man came up to you.

You were off again, sprinting toward the closest exit you could find. You slipped through with ease, leaving the complaining man behind as you broke out into the hall. You kept running, only stopping to glance behind you to see if the halfwits were still after you.

"Hey!"

Your ears perked and you turned quickly as you stared with wide eyes at the man who had imprisoned your husband. He glared at you, bringing his cane up with every intent on hitting you with it.

You hissed violently, arching your back as you backed away. He swung at you, just narrowly missing your body. You bounded in the other direction. He walked after you quickly, just as you broke out through the door.

You heard his exclamation behind you. A loud "fuck!" in the distance as you continued on into the woods surrounding the manor. He watched Jessamy fly down from the trees to fly after you. And then he watched you jump into flight with her. You heard him curse again.

Out into the woods, you stopped to catch your breath. You shifted back and leaned against a tree, eyes full of tears and heart full of rage. Jessamy perched in front of you, hanging her head.

"He's been in there for five years?"

She bobbed her head in confirmation. You huffed. "We have to save him. But they have a barrier against me, I can't get to him myself."

She stared thoughtfully.

You sighed and stood to your feet, dusting off your robes. "Keep watch, be safe. I will return soon."

She bowed her head again. You flew back to the Dreaming.

Roderick Burgess stormed back down to the cellar, clutching his cane tightly in his grip. The last thing he needed to deal with was some bloody bird and a magical cat.

He approached the prison and stood there silently as Dream glared at him with more rage than he'd seen in him thus far.

"Who was the cat that came to visit you today?"

As expected, Dream gave no reply. But he did give him a type of response Burgess had ever gotten from this being: a jaw clench.

"Oh, is it someone important?" he asked, raising a brow. He recalled the warnings he received from that strange man who visited him after capturing the Endless.

"Well, you'll have to deal with that one," the man said as he watched a bird he'd just struck from a free fly off. "Her name is Jessamy. She belongs to him."

Roderick's eyes flicked in the direction the bird had escaped. The man turned to leave before he stopped, looking over his shoulder.

"Ah, how could I forget?" he spoke. "There's someone you'll have to watch for. Much more powerful than a pesky bird."

Roderick tilted his head, "Who?"

"His wife," he smiled. "The fair Y/N."

Roderick noted the sense of reverence in his voice as he spoke. He furrowed his brow, "Why would I care about his wife?"

He almost looked offended at the question as he licked his teeth. "Because she's the queen. The Goddess of Hope and Transformation, beloved in his realm and among men, as well."

Roderick stared thoughtfully. The man smiled a little, "Let's just say…she's not one known for letting things go." He tilted his hat, "Best of luck…to the both of us."

"Will I see you again?"

"You should hope not."

Dream's hard eyes were harder still. Roderick's lips turned into a smirk. "Is it, perhaps…someone special?" he raised a brow. "Your goddess wife?"

Dream tilted his head slightly, declining his gaze until his dangerous gaze looked deadly. Roderick could have sworn he saw his lip twitch.

"Perhaps I should catch her next," he suggested, treading dangerous waters. "Maybe she can give me what I want. Or motivate you."

His fists clenched until his pale knuckles were paler. "Oh, have I angered you?" he asked. "Does my suggestion make you upset?"

He tapped his cane against the floor a couple of times, thinking to himself. "I don't think imprisonment would work on her or you. A broken heart bleeds more than a wounded one."

He doesn't break his gaze away from Morpheus as he calls the guards attention. They sit up as he addresses them. "If you see the cat again…"

Dream's glare challenges Roderick as his chest heaves with fast breaths. He doesn't seem to care. He turns away and starts walking.

"Kill it."

You and Lucienne tore through the library in search of any spell that could break the one keeping Morpheus in and you out. You found nothing.

You continued back and forth between the Dreaming and the Waking World. Jessamy reported anything new that she could with every visit. Sometimes you snuck in to make sure he was not hurt. Each time, he watched you with sorrowful eyes.

Soon, my love.

Over the course of the next five years, even your own rule in the Dreaming was beginning to not be enough. The cracks were returning, the residents were doubting your search.

You needed Morpheus back. Jessamy seemed to feel the same.

One day, when you went to her again, she flew back to the manor with you in tow. You walked after her with silent steps as she flew into the house. You followed closely, hiding when you could.

You heard Roderick's steps soon as he came down the hall. Jessamy posed on a lion taxidermy, you crouched underneath a couch. You watched his footsteps, heard the sound of a match lighting into a flame, and then saw his shoes leave the room again. You came out of hiding and watched Jessamy's mimic. She grabbed a match and flew down the hall. You followed her, stopping as she flew back after lighting the little match.

She returned moments later as the fire caught. Two men, more guards, burst from a room to see what was happening. You saw your chance and took it, entering the cellar with Jessamy above you.

She went straight for him, and you followed. She tapped her beak against the window. Morpheus looked at the both of you, his lips turning up in a smile. It made your heart soar. You were so close to freedom, to him.

You leaned up against the barrier. Jessamy's wings and beak continued to beat against the glass. Dream reached out for the both of you, enthralled in his saviors.

Your ears rang as a loud crack sounded through the air.

You stilled as you felt warm blood against your fur.

You flinched when Jessamy's bloodied up body landed next to you.

There was another cock of the gun. You turned to see Roderick with the gun. You bent to grab Jessamy, but Dream's hand tapping insistently against the glass stopped you. His tearful eyes pleaded for you.

You faltered and looked back at Roderick, aiming the gun at you. You moved away just in time for the bullet to pass you. You ran toward them, heading for the open entrance as you tried to get through.

He cocked the gun and shot again, narrowly missing your fleeing body. The guards blocked your way as you tried to weave through. Roderick bent down and picked you up in a steel grip, pinching the back of your neck painfully as you hissed and clawed at him.

He stared as he brought you up, ignoring the way you scratched and bit at his wrist. Dream leaned against the glass, hands pressing against the cold material as you squirmed.

He brought you up to his face, which proved to be a mistake as you clawed at him. Your sharp claws scraped against his face, running against his eye as he groaned loudly. He dropped you to the ground as he turned away to cover his eye. You landed on your feet and rushed away as the other guards chased after you.

No one caught you. As soon as you were out in the open, you flew into the air and made your way back to your husband's realm.

You collapsed upon your arrival, falling to the floor immediately as the tears fell. Jessamy's blood stained your robes and your face. A shuddering sob wrecked through you as your tears dripped onto the cold marble floor.

You heard Lucienne's quick steps as she approached you. She knelt beside you, setting a hand on your shoulder. "My lady, what's happened?"

"Jessamy," you breathed. "She's dead. She was trying to save him. They slaughtered her and tried to kill me."

Lucienne held her breath at the news, blinking through the haze. "Jessamy is dead?" You nodded, burying your face in your arms. Lucienne leaned back as she sat next to you, staring off with teary eyes of her own.

If you weren't a sharp pain in Roderick's ass before, you surely were then. You spent more time tormenting him than you did in the Dreaming. Nearly every day, you searched each little book and cranny of his home in search of some way to break through the barriers. Nearly every day, you risked your life ensuring Jessamy's sacrifice was not in vain.

And every day, you left the manor empty handed.

Some of the dumber guards had taken to setting rat and cat traps around the house for you. You taunted them by springing their traps just to trick them into believing you were caught just so you could sneak back into the cellar to see Morpheus. He was always less than excited to see that you were still risking your life for him. He wished you would just go home, forget about him to spare yourself.

But he would just have to remember that he was your home, and you weren't giving up hope that you would have him again.

And one day soon after his loyal companion's downfall, you came so close to freeing him again.

You stood behind a pillar in the dark cellar, shaded in the dark as you watched with reflecting eyes as Roderick leaned against the glass. His new look was great on him, a scarred eye closed shut after your defilement.

"The woman who lives with me has gone and robbed me of my fortune," he said. You remembered this woman. She was kind to you, at least—Ethel Cripps. She let out food for you sometimes, on the occasion that she could, she'd even allow you a moment of comfort and a scratch behind the ears.

"She's also robbed you," he continued. You tilted your head. "She's taken your helm, your sand, and your ruby."

One thing at a time, Y/N…

"Now, I can unlock this, you can go after her…if you give me what I've been asking for. Wealth, youth, immortality." There was a long pause. "Oh, you're a god. These things are nothing to you."

Another pause. "Don't you want your weapons and your freedom? To see your wife as something other than a bloody cat nipping at my heels?"

Dream tilted his head but gave no other response. Roderick's anger got the better of him as he grew impatient, frustrated.

"Speak to me! Speak to me! Speak to me!" He punctuated each word with a sharp strike at the glass with his cane. You saw Dream flinch at the sound very slightly, covered up by the globe as it rocked slightly from the movement. "Come on! Speak to me!"

If he kept beating on the glass, he would do you a favor and break it already.

Alex came and stopped him, setting his hand on his shoulder. "It's all right, Father."

He turned quickly, "Get away from me. If you were any kind of son to me…" He swung his cane at the boy. You rushed out of the shadows with a loud yelp. Roderick saw you and raised his cane to try and take another swing at you as he cursed. Alex stopped him, grabbing it and directing it away.

He swung the cane again at his son, who just took another firm grip to stop him. "If Randall were alive today–"

"If Randall were alive, he would hate you as much as I do."

Roderick huffed and forced Alex, who pushed back, away from him. The force of the push was too harsh for the both of them as he stumbled back, losing grip of his cane after being knocked off balance.

His head smacked against the glass and he grunted. He brought a hand back to see the blood smeared on his fingers. He slumped to the ground and you just watched as he laid there.

Alex and the guards rushed to him. He wheezed as his blood leaked out over the cold, hard floors. He turned weakly to Morpheus, his gaze sparingly finding you hiding behind a pillar. "You're never getting out of there," he said, eyes drifting. "Never."

What a sad man he was, wasting his last breath on a threat for you and your husband, rather than his own son sitting in front of him. You wanted to pity the man for his foolishness, his greed and hunger for things mankind should not possess. But you could not find compassion in your heart enough to pity such a beast.

Alex backed away from his father's body, disoriented and dazed as he stared. He shook his head and looked around with confused eyes. You stepped forward as he found you watching him.

He found your thoughtful eyes as you gazed at him. You stood in front of him and sat, turning your head to Dream as he watched Alex.

He stood in his cage, lean body stretching tall as he reached out toward the glass. Your tail and ears twitched, wide eyes watching Alex's gaze hold strong to Morpheus in all his power. He looked hypnotized by your husband's glory as he reached out. Just a little more and you could leave this place forever.

"Don't do it, sir." You hissed at the guard, who ignored you as he continued to plead with Alex. "He'll kill us."

Alex didn't listen, a dopey grin on his face as he brought Morpheus closer to freedom.

"What would your father say?"

Alex stopped, returning his hand to his side. He backed away from the glass, gripping onto reality again with a deep frown. He tore his gaze from Dream, finding yours shortly after. "I need to think."

He walked away. One of the guards paid you mind after a moment, and you were off again.

So close.

It amazed you how quickly war could befall the world. How quickly men's squabbles could grow into something so devastating.

You would have to leave again. Humanity could not survive without hope; and in a war, you were detrimental to that spark of life.

You wept alone in the woods for a long time as you considered your choice, your duty. You would have to leave him, and you don't know when you'd be back.

You just wanted to see him before you left, to look at him without the danger of being shot to death while you were in a vulnerable form. If only you could.

It probably took too long for you to realize that you could. As you walked into the house, dodging the people who walked the halls for work or pleasure, your steps were quick and silent.

You found him in a study, the door cracked open as if beckoning you. You nudged the door with your body and ventured inside. His back was turned, hunched over his work.

You called his attention, looking up with wide eyes. Alex turned and laid eyes on you. For a moment, you could see the flash of fear as he saw you, afraid you were going to hurt him, to fight or maim.

But you just stared at him, unblinking and still.

"Hello," he said tentatively. "Um… if this is about Dream, I… Look, I don't want him here anymore than you do. But if I let him go… he could come after us. He could hurt me or Paul. I can't let him, I'm sorry."

You did nothing in response. He watched you stare at him. He sighed, "I don't know how to help you."

You turned your attention to a newspaper discarded somewhere in the room. The headline reads "SECOND WORLD WAR BREAKS" in big, bold lettering.

His brows furrowed and he set down the pen he'd been holding in his hand. "What?" he asked. "I don't understand."

He hears a tiny huff come from you, frustration that he hasn't put it together yet. You walked over to the paper, dragged it over to where you were sitting, and tapped on it repeatedly.

"Oh," he mumbled. "Oh."

Now he's got it.

"I…I can't enlist. I wouldn't know the first thing."

You huffed louder this time. You shoved the paper closer and sat on it. You tilted your head expectantly, the closest you could get to a brow raise in this form.

"Oh, you have to go?" You curled your tail. "Of course. Hope. It's your job." You laid down, practically sighing your relief.

"Well," he mumbled, "you can go… I'm certainly not keeping you."

You howled at him, losing your patience with his thick-headedness. You stood and circled your spot, pacing the entirety of the room with senseless noise before stopping at the door and sitting next to it. He felt like he was a toddler being scolded for stealing a cookie with the way you "spoke" to him.

He seemed to put it together, at least. "Oh… you want to see him."

You answered his question by walking out of the door. He stood and followed you, walking behind as you led the way to the cellar where your husband was being kept. He opened the door with a creak to let you in.

The guards stood quickly at the sight of you, pointing their guns. You paid them no mind as you continued walking. Alex was quick to stop them. "No, don't shoot!" he exclaimed. "It's alright. Let her through."

They were confused by the order, but obeyed nonetheless. They sat back down in their places, half-heartedly continuing their games and light chatter as Alex closed the door and sat by it, watching.

You locked eyes with Morpheus, continuing closer until you were forced to stop by the boundary spell set against you. You sat down and looked up at your husband, taking in the sight of him with sad eyes.

He looked back, seeming to read every single intent in your eyes as you watched one another. After a while, you saw a stray tear slipping down the apple of his cheek as his wet eyes gazed.

Your own fur was wet as a tear slipped from your own eye, a mirror of him. You hated to leave him here, to go to aid in humanity's problems when it was humanity who stole your husband from you. But you knew you couldn't look at it that way. You were hope, and if you lost that in yourself, they would all be doomed.

So for hours you sat and stared at one another silently. For hours you memorized every little detail in Dream's face and imprinted it in your mind.

And all those hours would never be enough as you walked out of that room for the last time in the next ten years of war and recovery.

"How many are there?"

Lucienne walked at your side as you ventured slowly down the bridge leading to the palace. The realm's various colors and lusters had dulled. The stoney bridge was dark and desolate, cracking at the edges with patches of eroded rock. The fingers which curled around the bridge were deformed, a couple have fallen off and descended into the waters below it.

You ran your hand over one with a sigh and the shake of your head. "Nearly half the residents have left, ma'am," Lucienne reported.

"Half?" You turned to her with wide eyes, "Half the residents are gone?"

She nodded, "They feared you weren't returning either. If the Queen Mother leaves, there's no reason to stay."

"They know about the war," you argued feebly. "They know it is my duty to tend to the humans in their times of need."

"And some went looking for you to aid so that they might bring you back when the job is done," she said. She blinked a few times and turned her gaze to the floor. "But…"

"But?" you urged.

"Others weren't so sure."

You shook your head and sighed, continuing to walk faster down the bridge to get to the palace. The closer to the palace you got, the more dreams and nightmares you spotted. They must have moved closer to where the last remaining kindles of life in the Dreaming were. Upon your entry, you saw how much had been destroyed by their king's absence.

"And what of the realm?" You said, going to some of the residents who approached you, relief in their faces. You gave a kind smile and cradled their grasps.

"The palace is the most intact thing there is. But the cracks are larger and many of the rooms have been closed off or have completely disappeared. Half the books in the library are either empty or their words are dissolving off the pages. Towns and villages have been abandoned. It's hardly safe for anyone anymore."

You set your hand against the palace doors, bowing your head and sighing before turning back to your faithful library. "Move the dreams who have lost their homes into the palace. Those remaining may come as well at their leisure."

"Of course, my lady. Shall I gather the remaining books and search for any spells to free–"

"Magic won't work," you said, pushing open the doors to get to the throne room. You sat on the steps leading up to Dream's throne, your robe splaying out over the stairs. Lucienne could see some of the inside of your robes, the blue skies replaced with grey clouds darker than she last saw them.

"I've tried a hundred times and then another hundred times over." You set your face in your hands, "I have no power in that house, much less that cellar, while he's locked up as he is. He's trapped in, and I'm trapped out."

Lucienne thought for a moment, reaching a hand out in offering. "Well, hope–"

"Hope took three years last time. It will take longer this time. I can't do another gods-knows-how-long away from him," you said. You swallowed hard, wiping your face in your hand. "I haven't even seen him yet. I came straight here."

Lucienne tried to say something to help, but she had nothing. She shook her head, taking a step back. "I don't know what to do, my lady."

"Neither do I."

There was a long silence between the both of you as you thought about what to do. Your mind was slow, hazy from a decade of nonstop work. You could hardly think straight with ten years of no real sleep… well, longer than that without your Dream.

You sighed and stood to your feet, "I will rest for now. I need my strength. Tomorrow… I will call forth the Fates."

Lucienne's eyes widened in protest as she heard your plan. She stepped forward again, "The Fates? Are you sure that is a wise decision?"

"It's my last hope, Lucienne."

She paused at the desperation in her voice, bowing her head again as she let a sigh pass through her lips. She straightened her back and nodded once, her worry clear across her face. "Very well."

You walked through a meadow of flowers and fields, looking over the rising sun as the golden light gleamed against your skin. You stood there for another moment, taking in a deep breath of the fresh dew-filled air.

You shed your robe and began to shake it, wishing away the grey skies and dark clouds to bag the rising sun in your cloak with one grand sweep across the sky. As you set the robe back over your shoulders, you examined the symphony of pinks and yellows and blues with a gentle smile.

Sunrises and sets were promises of rebirth and new beginnings for every day and for every night, a promise of new hope. It was what the Fates required of you.

You swept your robes again and took to the skies, appearing upon a little cottage where wind chimes rang peacefully in the gusts of morning air. Since one could call upon the Fates with the coming of the wind, you could pluck the chimes from the porch to offer to the Fates.

With two of three items collected, you could move on to the final prize.

You stood in another meadow, one erupting with more colorful growth than the last as a cacophony of flowers fluttered with the kisses of butterfly wings. You looked over the creatures with smiles before opening your robes. They swarmed around you in moments, disappearing in flocks of color into the sunrise in your cloak.

You let your robes fall over your form again, turning toward one of the trees. There are chrysalises hanging onto a branch, cocooned in their catalysts. You wrapped your fingers around it, filling it with a piece of your magic before breaking it off the tree. You brushed your finger over one of the leaves and set the branch back in your coat.

And again, you were gone. As you set your feet over the growth of a field of black grass, you looked around for a moment.

"I, Lady Y/N, Goddess of Hope and Transformation, summon The Fates...the Three-Who-Are-One, the One-Who-Is-Three. The Hecate."

A rumble of thunder rolled in the sky as you directed your gaze. A strike of lightning flashed before you saw him. You could still hear the faint melody of the wood chimes as you laid eyes upon the Maiden, the Mother, and the Crone.

They descended their gazes upon you as they took you in for the first time in many years.

"Y/N…" the Mother began, "How have you been, luvvy?"

The Maiden added, "How're the humans treating you?"

"How's the husband treating you?" the Crone asked.

"Now, sister-self," the Mother scolded with a smile on her face. "You know the answer to that."

The Crone chuckled lightly, turning back to you as she tilted her head, "I suppose you've come for your husband?"

You smiled, despite the annoyance you felt for her jest. "Surprise," you said. "Ever the wisest."

"What is it, dear?" the Maiden kindly inquired.

You nodded gently. "I do hope you can offer the help I require."

"Well, what are we here for?" The Mother grinned, holding her hands out between her sister-selves.

"We do, it seems," the Maiden began, "hold a debt…"

"But you brought us gifts anyway." The Crone's smile seemed always shifty to you as she pointed her eyes toward your cloak.

You directed your smile toward her, opening your robes and allowing your gifts to jump out, offering them up to the Fates. The butterflies swarmed chaotically around the women, curling around the forms, until they settled in the Maiden's skin with their butterfly kisses.

The sunrise slipped from your robes and seeped into the sky like a great painting. The last butterfly landed against the Maiden's nose, fluttering its wings before laying them flat against her face. It seeped into her cheeks, the patterns of its wings turning into freckles against her skin.

The Mother smiled, "You may ask us three questions, and you shall have one answer from each of us."

"Thank you, ladies," you smiled. "My first question. My husband has been trapped for 33 years, will he be free?"

A vision of Dream in his captivity flashed before you as the Maiden's voice filled your ears.

"Lord Morpheus will walk freely again upon the Dreaming and the Earth." You watched Dream's eyes open, his intense gaze glinting back at you. "You will see your husband freed again, his captivity is not an eternal one."

You turned back to her, desperation filling you all-too suddenly. "When?"

"Come on, Y/N," she chuckled. "One question. You know this."

"Of course," you sighed, offering a smile. "My apologies. For my second question, I need to know: is there a spell that I could use to set him free?"

You saw visions of the gold bindings trapping your husband, the spell you analyzed to try and come up with a counter-spell, all in vain.

The Mother spoke, "The magic set against you is strong. Unfortunately, it's strong enough to thwart your temperament, for how powerful you are."

You sighed and shook your head. "Of course," you mumbled. You straightened your back again, "For my last question… The Dreaming is crumbling, how can I save it without my husband's power?"

The meadow you had just come from combined with the sunrise you collected in your robe. Butterflies flew around you as they perched on the flowers in the field.

"You are a symbol of hope and change," the Crone said. "To maintain the Dreaming's powers, hearts must have hope and minds must be changed."

Straight to the point, as always.

You offered a smile, nodding gently. "Thank you, dear Fates."

They tilted their heads, chuckling lightly. "Until next time, lady goddess."

They left you to a sunset, a couple of butterflies flitting around the space as you pulled the branch from your robes. "That was helpful," you muttered, cradling the branch.

"Well," Lucienne walked forward, her hand shield behind her back, "the Fates have never been the most helpful beings." You sighed, handing the cocoons to Lucienne. "What about these?" she questioned as she held them in a tender grip.

"Those were not for the Fates," you said, walking with her by your side. "These are for the Dreaming. The people need hope."

You looked at her, "If they survive through Dreaming's fall, we shall have it."

Too many years had passed since your husband was captured. Alex still refused to let him go until he promised not to harm them. You could not do anything to help. You just stalled around the house in hopes of stumbling upon an answer. It was the only thing that seemed to be worth it.

Nearly all the residents of the Dreaming were gone. As the world crumbled, so did their last hope that you or Dream would come through.

The cocoons never hatched. They sat idly by in the palace. You were clinging to the words the Fates had told you as a century without Morpheus passed.

"You will see your husband freed again…"

It was the last hope you had left. You couldn't give up.

You sat under the crumbling ceiling of the palace, your head resting against your arms as you pulled your legs to your chest.

It had been a particularly hard day for you. You walked along the Dreaming, taking in the new damage and found that your decaying garden had disappeared completely. It was one of the only things that remained mostly intact, something you and Morpheus had made together after you were married. Now it was gone.

You were fading, your last ounce hope shriveling up like your garden. Your tears stained your sleeves as you wiped your face, sniffling quietly.

But then you felt something, a strange shift in the air that made you feel… something.

You flew back to the Waking World with a speed you hadn't breached in a very long time. You nearly stumbled onto your feet when you shifted again, taking off running toward the manor as you felt the pull growing quickly.

The humans who spotted you in the hall weren't paid nearly as much to care, it seemed, as they let you pass without more protest than a little call of annoyance.

You rushed into the cellar, hissing at the guns pointed at you. Their attention was stolen as glass shattered, a bright shine blinding the guards as they shielded their hands, shouting over the howling of the wind.

Morpheus climbed out of the remains of the dome, lean body maneuvering easily. "Oi! Show me your hand!" One of the guards yelled as Dream balled his fist.

He raised his hand to his face and took a deep breath. A gust of sand flew out from his hand, surrounding the guards in his magic. They fell to the ground as sleep overtook them.

You stood there with wide eyes, chest rising and falling out of breath as you gazed at him. You shifted, a soft glow emanating from your body as your white robes settled over your body.

"Morpheus," you whispered, eyes glistening as you stared at him.

The smile that took his face was utterly breath-taking. He held up a hand to you, beckoning you closer.

"My love."

You rushed into his arms. As soon as your bodies collided, his dark robes materialized over his body. He held you closely, practically crushing you to his chest as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. His hand cradled the back of your head as you huffed out a long breath.

He pulled you closer still, swaying gently as you enveloped him in all your warmth and love. "At long last," he breathed, nestling deeper into your neck.

"My husband," you sighed, allowing your tears to spill. "I missed you so much. I'm sorry I could not set you free. I tried so hard, it never worked."

"Shh," he whispered. He pulled you back to look at you. "Do not fret anymore, my darling wife." His voice washed over you like honey, soothing you as you finally hear it for the first time in over a century. You melt against him.

"I have something I must do before we return," he breathed, cradling your head still before leaning in and pressing his lips to your forehead. "Wait for me?"

You nodded, "Always."

His tangible form melted in your hands and you turned to look at the cellar you would soon be abandoning forever. You knelt down next to the two guards lying on the floor, lost in a terrible dream, you assumed. You laid your fingers against their foreheads, pressing against the temples as you exercised your will, a will you would soon place upon the rest of the house.

Nothing could survive without hope, no life came from desolation and darkness. You would not kill those who worked under Burgess, but you would not let them roam free for what they have done to your husband. So, cursed them, you did.

No one under his roof would ever feel a sliver of hope for as long as they lived, nor did they have any choice in their fleshy prison until nature finally decided to return them to the dirt.

You would make them pay in the only way you knew how without death—a fate far worse than death.

And when Morpheus returned to his last deal of business with Alexander Burgess, he took your hand and returned with you to the Dreaming.

"Morpheus," you whispered, cradling his head in your lap as he lay in the black sand. "My love, wake up."

You heard shuffling in the sand and looked up as you saw Lucienne rushing over. "Sir!" She exclaimed. "Sir!"

You beamed as you beckoned her closer. She knelt down in the sand beside him. She offered her hand as he took in a breath, his eyes slowly cracking open to reveal the both of you.

"Sir, it's me," she smiled. "It's Lucienne."

He smiled, slow and soft as he saw her. "Lucienne."

"You're home," she beamed, looking between the two of you as you are finally reunited.

"I am." He grabbed her hand as the both of you helped him to his feet. He looked toward the large doors that lead to his kingdom, his realm of dreams. He raised his hand, willing them to open and reveal what lay beyond them.

You could feel a pit in your stomach at the idea of him seeing what his realm had become. You took his hand, squeezing it gently and looking at him with pleading eyes. He tilted his head, turning to you as he placed his free hand against your cheek.

"What is it?" he asked gently.

Before you could reply, Lucienne was speaking for you. "Forgive me, sir, but… the realm, the palace," she said, "...they are not as you left them."

He turned his head and looked upon his desolate realm, a kingdom turned to ash and rubble.

"What happened here?" he breathed sorrowfully. "Who did this?"

You sighed heavily, shaking your head as you stared at the perishing palace. "We tried, I tried to stop it…"

Lucienne spoke up again, "My lord, you are the Dreaming, the Dreaming is you. With you gone as long as you were, the realm began to… decay and crumble."

"When I first returned two years after you'd been taken, there were only a few cracks in the foundation. It took three years to mend myself," you began, kneeling down beside a few stray blades of grass that drooped low with scarce life. "When I left for the second time… nearly half the realm had been destroyed."

He took in this information with a frown, his eyes pricking with tears at what he was learning. "And the residents? The palace staff?"

Lucienne sighed, "I'm afraid most have gone."

"Gone?"

"Some went looking for you, some looked for Y/N when she left."

"And the others?"

"They thought, perhaps," she tread lightly with her words, "you'd grown weary of your duties and–"

"What?" Morpheus questioned, unbelieving of such beliefs. "Abandoned them? Had they so little faith in me, even with my wife here to uphold it? Do my own subjects not know me?"

Lucienne jumped in, adjusting the glasses on the tip of her nose to sit further on her bridge. "If I may, sir. It wouldn't be the first time one of the Endless had just–"

"Enough."

"Morpheus," you whispered, taking his hand again.

"I will not have dreams and nightmares preying on the Waking World," he declared. "I will bring them all back. I made this realm once, Lucienne. I will make it again."

He began trekking through the realm as the both of you lingered at the door. You shared a look with the librarian taking her hand and walking with her behind.

During the walk, you watched him flex his hand at his side, like it was hurting him. He glanced over his shoulder at you, a gleam in his eyes that made your heart jump in your chest. You stepped forward again and took his hand, pressing yourself into his side. Oh, how good it felt to be within his embrace.

You stole him away for a moment to have him by yourself. You pulled him into the hall, holding his hand tightly. Despite the grim of his surroundings, your presence alone seemed to be putting a smile on his face.

You looked back at him over your shoulder, seeing his lovestruck grin as he watched you. You paused in front of a door, hand on the handle, and chuckled lightly. "What?"

He stepped forward, entering your space and getting rid of your personal bubble—not that it ever existed with him. He took your face in his hands and stroked his thumbs over your cheeks. You grabbed his wrists, returning the favor over his pulse. You smiled longingly at him.

"I've missed you dearly," he breathed against your lips.

You sighed, "And I, you." Your smile fell slightly as you stared into his star-filled eyes. "I'm sorry for not taking better care of the Dreaming. I could have avoided this."

He shook his head to silence you, leaning in even closer (if that were possible). "You did not disappoint me. You had nothing to do with any of this. I know you did everything within your power with Lucienne to fix this. Do not place blame where none is due. You are alright, my Y/N."

How you've missed his voice as he spoke to you in his low, velvety tones. His eyes glistened like magical waters, as if they were ponds swimming with stars.

"Will you kiss me, Morpheus?" you asked, gaze glued to his own.

He smiled, his eyes shifting between yours and your parted lips. "I thought you'd never ask."

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to your own, cradling the back of your head as he pulled you close. His lips molded against yours and consumed you with love and care. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you tasted his kiss for the first time in over a century.

The both of you pulled away, lingering so close that all it would take was a little nudge, and you'd be kissing him again. Your lips tingled as you slowly allowed your eyes to open. He stared at you longingly.

"I love you," he spoke breathlessly, as if it was taking his entire soul to say those words to you, and even that wasn't enough.

You beamed, and it was like an arrow to the heart as he watched your beauty unfold. "I love you, too," you told him. "More than you truly know."

He leaned in to kiss you once again, only giving pause when you both heard the sound of the door clicking open. You turned your head toward the door next to you, setting your hand on the knob. While he would normally stop you, afraid of you being hurt, this was his realm. Broken or not, nothing here would harm you.

You pushed it open slowly, only to yelp when a strange swarm burst from the door. You looked around you at the kaleidoscope of butterflies surrounding the two of you as he held you close. You both stared in awe as the beautiful creatures flapped their gorgeous wings.

"They hatched," you gasped. "They've been dormant for nearly eighty years, and they hatched."

"They're beautiful," you sighed. You stared at the butterflies, eyes wide with wonder. Morpheus' gaze turned back to you, gluing onto the star-struck smile on your face.

Never, throughout all his lives, had he ever seen anything with more beauty than his darling wife. Sometimes he felt like a thief when he thought of you, like he'd stolen you all for himself so he would never have to share with the rest of the world. Never once did he ever feel ashamed by it. Because you were his, and he was yours, and he loved you more than anything in the world.

His face softened, and his eyes glittered with gentle tears. "Yes," he breathed. "Beautiful."

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A Smile Like Yours is a Rare Delight

Fandom: The Sandman Pairing: Dream of the Endless x gn!Reader Warnings: allusions to sex, Morpheus’s smile (needs its own warning), reader being overdramatic, all the fluff Word Count: 3.5k Summary: Even after a year of marriage, Morpheus’s smile still has the power to drive you crazy. One day, it’s too much and you have to flee to Fiddler’s Green. Dream races after you, and fluff ensues when he realises just how much you love his smile.

“Come ti vidi m'innamorai, e tu sorridi perché lo sai." (When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew) ― Arrigo Boito

You didn’t know how much longer you could handle it. It was all getting too much. Even a minute more would be too much.

“My Lord, you must control your new nightmares.”

“Must I?” Morpheus’s lips twitched further into a smile, and you nearly died at the sight.

Lucienne frowned; her hands wrapped around a mangled book. “They are wreaking havoc in my Library.”

His smile. It was perfect. Your favourite thing in the world. And it was killing you.

All you wanted to do was squeal or grab his face in your hands or just stare at him for the rest of eternity, but you were in the middle of the throne room. That was the last place you could do that. Lucienne had come to the Dream Lord with complaints about his new nightmares tearing through some of the older books in her collection, and the only thing that had kept her from tearing through them was respect for her master.

You stood off to the side half-listening to Merv muse through the construction designs for the new aquarium. The other half of your mind was occupied by how perfect Dream of the Endless looked atop his throne. There was a tottering pile of books on the left arm of his chair and his coat was thrown over the back of it. His hair stood on end as it always did, and you wanted nothing more than to run your hands through it, to see just how much you could mess it up.

But his smile was what took the cake. You didn’t see it often, so every time you did breathing became impossible. Even just the amusement in his eyes when he was smug or teasing, or the way the corner of his lips would twitch up like he was laughing at everything—oh, you loved those smiles. And he wore one now, hence your ensuing death.

Because you had to at least act sane. And squealing over your darling’s smile in the middle of the throne room would be anything but.

So instead, you squeezed your hands together and took a deep breath.

Deep breath. Don’t be crazy. Don’t look like an idiot. Yes, his smile is enough to send you into cardiac arrest, but you just need to hold on for a few more minutes. And then you can take him away for as long as you like.

Like he could guess your thoughts, Morpheus’s eyes flicked to yours and his smile softened.

Nope. I can’t do it.

“Excuse me a minute, my Lord, Lucienne, Merv.” You dipped your head and spun on your heel, interrupting their conversations.

You didn’t wait for any of their responses, just darted out the doors. The moment they closed behind you, you took off. You paid no mind to where you were heading, just away. You just needed some fresh air. Somewhere to get your mind off jumping his bones immediately.

You hand closed around your pendant, and in a sudden swirl of sand, you found yourself in Fiddler’s Green. It had been a gift from your husband a few months ago; a drop of his powers etched into the ruby remarkably reminiscent of his own former tool. It allowed you to travel the Dreaming as he did and gave you a means of communicating with him if you were apart.

Right now, you were just glad it had allowed you to get out of there with your head intact.

You took a deep breath and let the fresh air of Fiddler’s Green into your lungs. You flopped down into the grass and let out a huge sigh.

“Everything alright, dear?” Fiddler’s Green whispered, his leaves rustling in concern.

“It’s been a year—you’d think I’d be used to it!” You dropped a hand to your face. “But I swear every time he does it it’s like I’m seeing him again for the first time. My heart pounds and it’s like I can hear angels singing. The world could come crashing down around me and I wouldn’t notice. All because he smiled.”

“Ah.” Fiddler’s Green chuckled knowingly. “Well Lord Morpheus does so rarely smile; I can see why you would have such a reaction.”

“But he is my husband! We’ve certainly done a lot more mind-blowing things than smiling.”

“I’m aware,” came the dream’s dry response. “I doubt there’s a space in the Dreaming that has not been christened by your…activities.”

You snorted. “How many times have we apologised?”

“Not enough, my dear. That image will remain with me forever.” The trees shivered before he cleared his throat. “What is it about his smile that is affecting you so?”

You sighed again, staring up at the clouds. “I just think sometimes I’m so in love with him I don’t know what to do with myself. I’ve never loved someone as much as I love him. And today it just seems that his smile is what gets me.” You stretched against the grass. “I wonder if he ever gets like that with me.”

“Perhaps you should ask him yourself.”

You sat up in time to see your husband appear in a cloud of hurried sand a few feet away. “My heart?” He crouched by your side, his hands reaching for you. “What is wrong?”

I am so in love with you it drives me crazy.

“Nothing, darling.” You leaned into his touch, smiling softly. “I just needed some air.”

Morpheus seemed unconvinced. “But you looked overwrought and overwhelmed. Tell me, what is on your mind?”

You looked away, your cheeks burning. “Nothing. It’s silly.”

It was silly. Saying it out loud to Fiddler’s Green was one thing, but admitting it to your husband? Surely he would think you ridiculous. You’d been married for a year and sometimes you still got so worried you would upset him, push him away. After all, he was Dream of the Endless, and you were a human—how could you not expect to screw up?

Especially since you hadn’t exactly met under the best circumstances.

His sibling, Desire, had brought the two of you together with the intention you would be Morpheus’s downfall. They had intended you to break his heart into a million pieces, but instead you’d fallen in love.

And by some wonder, he’d fallen in love with you too. Something he proved at every turn. He would take away your doubts and replace them only with the surety of his undying love. And it may have been fast by all normal comparisons, but there was nothing about your husband that was normal—nor would you want there to be. He truly was magnificent. And all yours.

He cupped your cheeks in his hands like you were entirely invaluable to him. “Do not hide your thoughts from me. Please. I want to know all of you.”

You make me feel like I’m the centre of your universe.

Your blushed deepened as you gave in. “I’m in love with you. Absolutely head over heels in love with you. I love you so much I don’t know what to do with myself.”

The worry in his eyes lessened as that beautiful smile of his came out. “I love you too. My heart is yours ever and always.” His thumb brushed a burning path along your cheek. “But that was not what embarrassed you and forced you to flee my throne room like Lucifer themself was chasing you.”

You groaned slightly, dropping your head awkwardly into his chest. “It’s your smile. I like it.”

The way he raised his eyebrow was practically audible. “My smile? That is what made you run?”

“I told you it doesn’t make sense,” you mumbled. “I just got overwhelmed by it and I had to leave before I did something crazy like scream or jump your bones.”

“My smile?” He sounded truly flabbergasted. “That was it?”

“Don’t tease me!” You poked his chest with mock indignation. “Have you ever looked in the mirror, young man? That smile of yours could stop traffic! Launch a thousand ships!”

He chuckled. “I apologise, my heart.” He cradled your hand in his and pulled you into his lap. He sat cross-legged on the grass, his arms holding you as close to him as he could. “I did not mean to offend. I just did not expect you to be as affected with me as I am with you.”

You blinked at him. “I affect you?”

“Do you truly believe you don’t?” His eyes searched yours and he let out a soft breath as he found his answer. “I am wholly taken with you. Every part of my being is dedicated to you and every piece of my heart belongs to you.” He dropped his forehead against yours. “You say my smile sends you mad? Every breath you take sends tremors through my being and just a glance from you could end me. Your smile alone steals my breath, and your touch stops my heart. Had I been mortal I would have died a thousand times over from my obsession of you.”

You wet your lips, breathless at his words. “Really?” You couldn’t believe it. “But you’re Endless. You’ve lived thousands of lives and seen the dreams of people a million times more interesting than me.” You swallowed down the sudden wave of insecurity. “So why did I catch your eye? What’s so special about me?”

Is it because Desire said we’d be the perfect match? Is that it? Is what caught your eye just Destiny’s plans? Just your siblings’ designs that you’ve decided to follow? Will you leave me when you realise the only thing special about me is—

“Everything.”

Your breath caught and the edges of his lips curled upwards slightly.

“Even before I knew you you fascinated me. The way you stand up for what you believe in, and for the people you love. The way you don’t back down when things get awkward.” He rested his forehead against yours and your chest squeezed at the absolute adoration in his eyes. “You walk into a room and you have my undivided attention. Even the way you argue with me when you think I’m wrong delights me.” He cupped your face to stroke his thumb over your cheek. “You caught my eye because you are you. Because everything about you is strong, unique and certain. Even if we were not destined to be together, my heart would still belong to you. Because, of the billions of dreamers I have seen, none of them are you.”

Your eyes filled with tears and your throat felt tight at his words. “Oh.”

He brushed his nose against yours. “Yes.”

You bit your lip, laughing slightly and swallowing back your tears. “You have a way with words darling. But I guess they don’t call you the Prince of Stories for nothing.”

He smiled fondly as your arms wrapped around his neck. His slid his face forward until his cheek rested against yours, and you breathed each other in. In the peace of Fiddler’s Green, you stayed in each other’s arms and soaked in every atom of devotion the other gave.

After a while, he pulled back, his hands on your hips again, to place a soft kiss to your forehead. “You needn’t have left, my heart. You could have stayed in the throne room. I would have sent everyone out had I known.”

You shook your head. “I didn’t want to bother you with it. That’s why I left. I didn’t want to interrupt your duties.”

“You occupy my mind every second of every day. You would occupy my mind even if you were in the farthest corner of the universe.” He cupped your cheeks and your eyes fluttered at his touch. “You could never bother me. I cherish every moment with you, even when we are both busy. And I want you with me all of the time. If I had my way, I would create a throne entirely for you to sit on and I would lavish at your feet for the rest of eternity.”

“I could just sit on your lap.” You shrugged like his words weren’t sending your heart crazy. Like you weren’t melting into him with every devoted sentence.

Morpheus hummed in consideration, his sinful lips curving, and you remembered Fiddler’s Green words about your…activities. “Meetings would certainly be less of a bore if you did.”

One of his hands dropped to your waist and his thumb slipped under the hem of your shirt, leaving a trail of heat along your skin where he touched. His eyes glimmered as he imagined just what could happen in such a position.

You fingers curled into the lapels of his coat, pulling him closer to mouth at the skin of his throat. “Lucienne might take offence if I strip you naked in the middle of the throne room.” Your lips trailed a path down the length of his throat, and you revelled in how he jolted beneath you. You didn’t know if it was your actions or the abrupt image you painted that had him reacting, but you weren’t going to stop. “Not that it would be the first time she’s caught us with you at my mercy.”

You ground your hips against his and surged up to swallow his gasp.

The taste of his lips against yours was as intoxicating as the first time. Better even. Back then you had been unsure of everything, but now you knew how Morpheus loved to be pushed back gently while you straddled his lap. You knew how he loved entwining your fingers with his and using his tongue to make you arch into him. Just like how you knew he always liked to be on top.

“Then I shall build her a new wing to the library.” He rolled you over until he hovered above you and began torturing you with his mouth. His hands cradled yours above your head and every inch of his body was pressed against yours as his lips passed a burning line along your collarbone. He bit lightly at the base of your throat, and you arched into him with a moan. “And I shall build her another when we are caught in the kitchens, because you never can keep quiet when my mouth is—”

“My Lord?” Far too close for comfort, Matthew cleared his throat.

Morpheus froze above you and you sighed. Just when the fun was starting.

“What?”

Matthew’s feathers rustled at the Dream Lord’s impatient tone, and you wondered just how awkward the bird was feeling. “Lucienne is asking, ah, if you’ll be long. Caw!” He shifted again. “She wants to know what you plan to do about the Nightmares in her library.”

“Tell Lucienne that I am comforting my beloved,” he growled, making you shiver at his tone and the tantalising brush of his lips against your skin. “And I do not appreciate being interrupted.”

His lips found their place once more at the pulse of your throat, and you threaded your fingers through the wild mess of his hair.

Unfortunately, Matthew wasn’t so easily deterred. “She said you’d say that—caw! —and she said to remind you of the promise you’d made after—‘The Nightmare of Aisle Seven’ as she put it.”

You blushed heavily and your husband dropped his face into the crook of your neck with a groan. ‘The Nightmare of Aisle Seven’ had been one of the more…strenuous activities you’d been caught in. It had taken a full month before Lucienne stopped glaring at the pair of you for that.

Morpheus sighed. “Tell Lucienne I shall be with her in a moment.”

“But—”

He lifted his head to glare at Matthew. “Leave. Now.”

Matthew escaped quickly with a squawk, and you licked your lips delightedly at the furious stars still in the Dream Lord’s eyes as he turned back to you. You cradled his face in your palms and ached with the need to surge up to meet him again. But you couldn’t test Lucienne. Not after the promise.

Like he was thinking the same, Morpheus dropped his head back into the crook of your neck with a sigh and settled heavily against you.

“Thank you,” Fiddler’s Green whispered to the raven as he flew away. “If they’d gotten any further, I was prepared to escape to the Waking World again.”

“It seems I have some subjects to banish to the darkness,” your husband murmured petulantly into your neck. “Maybe then they’ll end these treasonous interruptions.”

You grinned. “Ah but the threat of being interrupted makes it so much more intense.” You wound your fingers through his hair, biting your lip at the stutter of his breath when you pulled against his locks. “Don’t you think, my darling?”

“You are a menace, my heart.” He placed a kiss on your collarbone that sent shivers down your spine. Pulling away, he smiled down at you and your heart fluttered for another reason entirely. His gaze softened. “What is it about my smile you like so much?”

You melted beneath him. When you had first met him, he had been so distant, like he had to keep himself separate from everyone or he’d break, but as you’d fallen in love with him, you’d had the pleasure of watching him melt. You’d gotten to watch him lower his walls. And it made you melt with pride at how far he had come. Never in a million years would the pre-you Morpheus have asked for a compliment.

You stroked his cheek, watching in soft delight as he leaned into your touch. “You don’t smile often, but when you do, I swear my heart stops. It’s like the stars align and everything’s perfect when you smile. And I don’t get to see it often, so when I do, I just can’t help myself. I want to see you smile all the time. I want to make you smile all the time. I just—” you shrugged. “I just really like your smile. Plus…” you wound your fingers though his hair “…when you do that thing where you tilt your head and smile through your eyelashes— It makes me want to jump your bones.”

He chuckled a little. “Then I shall endeavour to smile more, my heart, if you like it so much.”

You grinned, scratching lightly at his scalp. He dropped his forehead against your cheek and purred ever so softly at the scratch of your nails.

“You smile more too.” He brushed his fingers across your cheek after a moment. “Since joining me here.”

It was true. In truth you felt like you hadn’t stopped since you’d fallen in love with him. Everything about him, about the Dreaming made your cheeks ache with how often you smiled. When you weren’t laughing with Merv and Matthew or smiling over new passages in the library with Lucienne, you were lost staring at Morpheus and his own smiles.

You reached up to cup his cheeks. “How could I not? When I have such a beautiful sight before me.” He leaned closer, his lips hovering over yours, before you pulled away suddenly, gesturing at the greenery around you. “I mean Fiddler’s Green is just so beautiful I can’t not—”

Morpheus cut you off with a kiss, his laughter rumbling over your skin.

After many many (and not enough) kisses, Morpheus pulled back.

“We must resume this later,” his words rumbled across your lips. “I fear I must leave you to your beautiful sight, my heart—I have nightmares to rescue. If I linger any longer, Lucienne may remove them herself.”

You hummed, not ready to let go just yet. “Surely they can hold their own for a little longer. I’m not done yet.” You pulled him down for another kiss, revelling in the feel of his smile against your skin, before you pulled back, sighing. “No. They crossed a line when they went after her books, it’ll be a miracle if she hasn’t ripped into them already.” You shuddered. “Never cross a Librarian.”

“Particularly not that Librarian.” Morpheus was as unwilling as you to leave your arms. “She once locked me in my room for folding the corner of a book.”

That was enough to make you pull back. “You did what?” You stared at him aghast. “I’d have locked you in your room too!”

He shook his head, laughing as he pulled you both to your feet.

Did he think you were joking? That was a book crime! The wors—

Your thoughts quickly broke off as you were suddenly distracted by the tantalising brush of his lips against yours.

“Hurry back, darling,” you whispered into his mouth.

“To have one such as you waiting for me, I will be faster than ever.”

A/N: I love writing his dialogue in bold. I love it so much.

A/N: I have quite a few Sandman fics planned, but ADHD does not equal a solid attention span, so maybe by season 2? 😅 Anyway, hope you enjoyed. This one has been sitting in my draft pile for a while

Reblogs and comments are much loved and appreciated 💖

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ep-the-penguin · 1 year

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[Child of the Endless]

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[Published: Wednesday, November 23, 2022]

Pairings: Dream of the Endless/Morpheus x F. Reader

Word count: 3k+

Warnings: Light spoilers for the comic, a bit of a slow burn, implied child abuse/neglect (not with Morpheus), slight yandere themes/tendencies, also soft Morpheus (is that even a warning?), maybe a tiny bit of OOC Morpheus (who knows, you decide)

Notes: This is longer than I intend this to be, but I hope you like it nonetheless. Also, who else loves the idea of a darker version of Morpheus loving you platonically?

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Any comments, theories, and constructive criticism are greatly appreciated and very much welcomed! Especially since this was my first time writing headcanons...

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What it's like being Morpheus's, Dream of the Endless, King of Dreams, adopted human daughter (unwillingly, mind you)... [Part I]

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⋅✦⋅ Dream isn't a being known to be friendly or open by nature, appearing cold, abrasive, and oftentimes self-obsessed. To most people and even his own subjects, he's a distant and somewhat intimidating guy, and they are right in a way. Even with his past relationships and the passion he had felt for each of them, it's so very rare for him to get attached to someone or simply show any kindness to anyone in general. Especially if we're talking about Dream before his one-hundred-year capture.

⋅✦⋅ After what became of his only son, Orpheus (and Calliope leaving their marriage because of this), he became colder and more reserved than he previously was. Of course, the pain he felt when each of his relationships had ended had hurt him, but practically losing a child (given his son was now just a head and disowned Dream as his father long ago), it's a pain that words can not even express. And because of this, Morpheus couldn't imagine seeing himself getting attached to someone ever again, let alone someone that, dare say, could bring about something he thought lost long ago…

⋅✦⋅ However, all of that drastically changes when he meets you. An ordinary human girl, of all beings.

⋅✦⋅ Your meeting with the Dream Lord could either go one of two ways. The first was that your father was working as a caretaker for Alex Burgess, and he didn't want to leave you alone with a sitter, so he decided to bring you with him to Fawney Rig in Wych Cross. There, you would hear rumors that Alex Burgess's Father captured the devil, and it resides in the basement. Sometimes you'd catch the guards carelessly talking about the supposed 'Dracula' they're being paid to watch over, intriguing you immensely. Not long after being in the mansion, you made a plan to sneak into the basement, where you were met with a pale naked man in a glass dome. His eyes were the first thing you noticed, they shined and burned like distant stars, slowly dissolving into a pale icy blue color the longer you stared at them.

⋅✦⋅ Or, after Morpheus had successfully retrieved all of his tools, he found himself sitting at Waterlow Park in North London, pondering on what his purpose was outside his function. The Lord of Dreams felt empty whilst he fed the pigeons and ducks with a loaf of fresh bread he brought with him. You were just a simple passerby, wanting to take a break from school work and the 'drama' that always occurs in your household between your parents, and that's when you randomly came across a man dressed in all-black moping. You raised a brow at the sight, curious about his sullen expression, but then saw him feeding the birds with the bread he had, which made you point out that he wasn't supposed to feed them bread, since it's bad for them. With that, you sat on the bench and began to talk to him, which earned you a weird look from him.

⋅✦⋅ You, for some reason, had immediately grabbed the Dream Lord's attention unlike any other being had before. There wasn't anything particularly special about you, just an average teenage girl. Because of this fact, it left Morpheus entirely confused, yet somewhat intrigued. Trapped inside his glass confinement, he watched with a careful gaze as you slowly approached him, looking around the place as you started to question him. Albeit you were a bit hesitant, more so confused if anything. At first, he had tried ignoring you and your questions just as he did with Roderick and his son. However, he couldn't ignore the genuine concern when you looked at him, someone who was but a stranger to you. It was the first time in his captivity that someone showed him any kind of concern for his well-being, someone who showed him kindness, even if it was small. In the park, Morpheus was less on guard now that he was free and more powerful than he was before, but instead of fully ignoring you and the questions you would ask him, he would answer vaguely, which ended up frustrating you, and to his surprise, he found your reactions quite amusing (he also found your little pouts adorable, not that he'll ever admit it, out loud anyway-).

⋅✦⋅ After your first visit to him, he found himself surprised by the gentle warm feeling slowly swelling in his chest. With imprisoned Morpheus, he was wary of you and your intentions, knowing that humans were all selfish creatures, and eventually you would ask him for something, just like his captors. But the more time you spent with him in the basement, talking to him even though he never answered, slowly softened his wariness of you. The more he thought about it, the more he understood that you being there with him was a great risk you were taking, not only for you but your father. You always set a timer on your wristwatch, and immediately leave once it went off, not before sending your goodbyes to him. With pigeon feeding Morpheus, he was curious about your random interaction with him and became more so at the thought of speaking to you again (even if you were the one doing most of the talking).

⋅✦⋅ Not before long, with each visit from you, the warmth within his chest seemed to grow bigger until he became extremely fond of you. At first, he tried to deny his care for you, then resenting you for unearthing a piece of him he had previously believed didn't exist as an Endless being (not that lasted very long. With one look at your face, that anger immediately demolishes into nothing but a distant memory). In truth, even with his previous relationships, he wasn't used to loving anything, and when he (not so) surprisingly found himself doing so, he firmly believed that he would eventually lose them in the end. Everyone that he had loved, that was supposed to love him back, had either one way or another abandoned or forsaken him, and it left him with a deep ache in his heart. However, with each visit from you, he realized this feeling, this fondness for you was the best for him. That you were the best of him, that caring for you was what made him painfully, yet so wonderfully human. Along with this, you had brought him hope, something he thought he had lost long ago. After everything he has been through, with his relationships and the tragedy that befell his son eons ago (and also his imprisonment), he never thought himself to be able to undoubtedly care for someone again, let alone a human child of all beings. You had quickly made your way into his Endless heart, without even knowing it.

⋅✦⋅ You became a constant figure in the Dream Lord's life, and he couldn't stop himself from seeing you. Not that he could in his imprisonment (nor did he ever want to). You were a very curious child, always showing how much you cared for him and his well-being, eyes shining brightly whenever you would talk to him as if his presence brought you happiness. And during this whole thing, Morpheus found himself unconsciously smiling more around you, staring at you with a soft look in his starry/icy blue gaze.

⋅✦⋅ With imprisoned Morpheus, he remained silent but would listen intently to you ramble about whatever topic you had in your mind, making subtle movements and being sure you knew he was listening to you. One particular memory was engraved in his mind where his stoic demeanor shifted and you had seen a smile gracing his lips. At first, you appeared slightly shocked, but then, your entire face lit up at the sight of his smile, however small it was. He remembered so vividly how excited you had gotten, how proud you were to achieve making him smile, and promising that you'll make him smile again, but even bigger. Morpheus wanted to see that expression on you again, the pure joy you had, and it was all because of him simply letting out a smile. When he was left alone in the basement once more, he was quite taken aback at the thought that he was the one to make you beam so brightly.

⋅✦⋅ With free Morpheus, he'd quietly listen to you talk, and would sometimes ask questions, and he couldn't help but feel pride swelling in his chest whenever your eyes would brighten up at his very simple questions. You'd become more lively, your smile widening with joy, and he noticed this particularly happened whenever the conversation was about your hobbies or the thing you found yourself enjoying recently. While you excitedly spoke, Morpheus quietly observed your expression, wondering when was the last time he had made someone this happy, had someone smile up at him with the brightest of smiles, eyes nearly glimmering with stars that were almost similar to his.

⋅✦⋅ As much as he cared for you, he was still careful to not get too attached to you. However, (surprise, surprise) that didn't end up happening. When Morpheus began to regard you as his child, seeing you as his daughter, he knew he had to quickly sever his connection with you, however great the ache in his chest hurt to just consider the idea. For he knew getting close to any human was a dangerous thing, not only for himself and his realm but for you. If he didn't, he'd have to watch you grow into the fine young woman he knew you would become, slowly growing older and older until his sister Death finally arrived and took you away to the Sunless lands. Or, the universe would see his affection for you as some sort of crime and end up punishing you, an innocent child, for his selfishness of not wanting to be alone once more. He didn't think he could live with the pain of losing another child again, having to be forced to watch you wither and die just like every other human that has ever existed before you.

⋅✦⋅ With free Morpheus, he could sever your relationship instantly, yet found himself hesitating when he was in your presence, waiting for the 'right time' to do it. Imprisoned Morpheus however didn't have that luxury. Instead, he forced himself to build up walls around his heart, for he knew the moment he was finally free, he had to immediately leave you and wanted to lessen that pain. He recognized that if he didn't do this, the pain would be too much for him to bear.

⋅✦⋅ However, all of that changed, depending on which path fate decided for you and the Dream Lord to have.

⋅✦⋅ With imprisoned Morpheus, he instantly knew there was something wrong when you entered the basement with the lack of your usual bright greeting. Not even a smile was being shown his way. You quietly took a seat in front of him like you usually did, and that's when he noticed an old book in your hands. When he glanced at you in question, he found that you were avoiding his gaze, which confused him but more so worried him, especially when you finally did meet his gaze, you looked completely lost, guilty even.

⋅✦⋅ You apologized that you didn't realize it sooner, apologized for the wrongdoings that Roderick and his son did to him, and most importantly, that you were sorry for being so blind. Morpheus sat there, completely stunned by your little speech, but more so when your tearful gaze turned into determination as you declared that you were going to get him out of there. Morpheus felt his starry eyes water, his hope of being free, of going back home to his kingdom that had once seemed so far from his reach was now so very close, and that was all because of you. And you, a child that possessed such a rare and beautiful heart didn't ask anything in return, just for him to set things right for everyone. He slowly placed his hand on the glass, watching with a tender look as you placed your smaller one on the glass, smiling up at him.

⋅✦⋅ With free Morpheus, you two were walking through the park, the Dream Lord silently cherishing his last visit with you. You then suddenly pushed him aside, causing him to stumble for a very brief second. He heard you let out a noise of pain and saw you on the ground, along with a male and his bicycle on the ground beside you. The sight of you hurt, blood seeping from your now scrap and dirty hands caused something dangerous to take hold of him. That feeling grew, even more, when he saw the man that had slammed into you with his bike reach out to help you up. If looks could kill, the mortal that dared hurt you would have been dead right where he stood. And if his glare wasn't bad enough, his voice was.

⋅✦⋅ It was so cold, so full of barely contained wrath as he commanded the man to not touch you. Not only did this leave the cyclist and the people around you frozen in place, but it also left you feeling afraid of Morpheus, being unable to recognize the man in front of you. Without another word, he quickly yet gently picked you up (bridal style) and carried you out of there. You were surprised by his actions but mostly embarrassed as you tried hiding your face in his chest, from the eyes of the people there. You asked him about it, but he didn't say anything, bringing you to a quiet area where he carefully tended to your wounds.

⋅✦⋅ Morpheus knew then and there that he couldn't leave you, your love for him was far too precious to abandon. He made a promise to himself that very day that he was going to love you for all eternity, that he would do better, for you deserved that and much, much more.

⋅✦⋅ Whenever you had to leave him, to avoid getting caught by the guards or to head back home and start on your homework (or how you would put it, to avoid your parents arguing about your whereabouts), it left him feeling immensely saddened by it. However, you would always playfully tease him, asking if he was sad, which would either have him send you a pointed look or quietly scoff, denying such a claim of being sad, even though you both knew it to be untrue. You'd reassured him that you would always come back, and you did

⋅✦⋅ Until one day after growing completely attached to you, you suddenly stopped appearing.

⋅✦⋅ At first, he thought you were late since it wasn't the first time it had happened, which you'd apologize for it. But as time continued to pass, with no sign of you coming, Morpheus began to grow worried.

⋅✦⋅ Even if you were late, you never missed a meeting with him. What could have possibly happened to cause you to miss it? But Morpheus, with the hope you gave to him, allowed himself to calm down, believing that you'll show up the next day. He knew you wouldn't just stop out of nowhere, especially if we're talking about imprisoned Morpheus. Yet that didn't stop the ache from building deep within his chest at the thought of something bad that could be happening to you.

⋅✦⋅ One day turned into two, then three, then four, and by the time he knew it, it had been a week since he last saw you. His concern grew to the point where he was nearly distracted from his duties, mind clouded by endless thoughts of you.

⋅✦⋅ With imprisoned Morpheus, he'd silently sit in his glass confinement, his thoughts always circling back to you, to your silly little rambles, your quiet and adorable laughs, your precious smiles. He was so used to being alone in the basement (alone in general, let's be honest here), sitting in the silence he had forced upon himself. However, the longer you were away, it started to become torture for him. And this can be said for free Morpheus. He'd quietly sit on the same bench you two always sat on, mindlessly watching the people there as his thoughts would go to you. Sometimes his raven Matthew popped in because Lucienne, his librarian, sent the male bird to check up on him.

⋅✦⋅ Perhaps you had simply grown bored of him, finally finding someone willing to spend time with you and listen to your conversations. Someone better, someone who wasn't him. It wouldn't be the first time. If we're talking about imprisoned Morpheus, he would feel even worse as those thoughts plagued his mind. Why would someone, let alone a human child, want to spend your time with him, someone who's trapped in a glass prison and doesn't say anything in response to you and your questions? Or maybe you have possibly changed your mind about freeing him. You didn't owe him anything, you only stumbled upon him through your own merits. That last thought alone sent him down a deep, almost dark spiral.

⋅✦⋅ Morpheus had tried finding you through your dreams (even if his powers in the basement were very weakened), yet he couldn't find you. By this point, the Dream Lord was beginning to become quite desperate to see you again, if only it was for a second. He never felt like this before in his entire existence, as if his Endless being needed you by his side for him to continue onward.

⋅✦⋅ When you were, one way or another, back in his life once more (and imprisoned Morpheus no longer in his glass confinement), there was a heavy weight lifted off his chest, as if he was allowed to finally breathe again. Upon seeing your face, nothing can ever compare to the enormous joy he felt, and at that very moment, Morpheus would make certain that you would never leave his sight again. Your unexpected absence from him for the first time since knowing each other made him understand that he simply couldn't live without you, his precious child. He couldn't bear the pain of you being far from him, where he couldn't find you or make sure that you were safe. You are far too important to the Endless.

⋅✦⋅ After that whole incident, the Dream Lord began to send his raven Matthew to watch over your waking life, sometimes even watching you through his companion's eyes (much to the raven's annoyance). When you went to sleep, Dream would personally watch over your dreams, making sure no nightmare dared to enter the beautiful dreams he carefully crafted especially for you.

⋅✦⋅ Too many times the Dream Lord found himself being affected by the thoughts of you one day leaving him as everyone he had ever loved did, disowning him as his own son had done eons ago. It all had hurt him at that time (though, he'd never admit it), but just the thought of losing you, of you hating and abandoning him, causes him a great deal of pain at just the mere thought. He couldn't possibly imagine going through that again, knowing that there would be nothing left of him…

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Would anyone be down for a more detailed version of the two different meeting scenarios? Separately, of course. I think it's a pretty neat idea, considering I would have more freedom to further expand the relationship between Dream and the Reader in the different meetings, whichever fate has decided for them to have.

But what do you guys think? I would absolutely love to know!

Until next time my dear readers!

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aresrambles · 2 years

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A Little Quiet

morpheus x gn!reader - fluff turned implied nsfw, fwb vibes, reader (18+) is in college, morpheus maybe a little ooc, deadlines (1203 words)

a/n: i've been wanting to write smth abt morpheus since finishing s1 but i've hit a writing block. hopefully this gets me going.

Read Part 2 Here

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"Is this what has been keeping you from me?"

You head shoots up from your desk, startled by the rumbling voice behind you.

Your head whips around only to met with none other than the King of Dreams and Nightmares, who is seemingly peering at your laptop from over your shoulder. Your cheeks heat up at the sudden proximity between you both, before you hurriedly divert your attention back to the screen, lest he catch sight of your discomposure. In this moment, your room had never felt so confining.

"Hello, Dream." You croak, pretending to scan over that same shitty paragraph you had been stuck on for the last half hour. When he doesn't reply, you carefully continue, acutely aware of the fact that he has yet to move away from you. "What are you doing here?"

"You haven't visited the Dreaming in two nights. You haven't slept at all, in three."

Oh. You had not expected the King of Dreams to have noticed your absence, let alone find you here so he could question it. The fact of the matter was that the crunch time for this assignment had rolled around far quicker than you had anticipated, resulting in a few all-nighters and barely-there naps that you managed to sprinkle in to prevent hallucinating- though, that last part may be up for debate. Dream of the Endless has never visited you in the waking world, before.

"So now you're here?" You continue, faking casual disinterest.

He pauses at this, suddenly moving away from you. You almost wished you had kept your mouth shut if it meant that he would have remained closer for a while longer.

"I am simply doing a welfare check. It is a... responsibility I carry."

Despite knowing your place in Dream's life, you couldn't help but deflate at his statement. Of course, he was only here to carry out his duty, nothing more. You fail to see the rigid posture that he adopted; adam's apple bobbing nervously in his throat.

"Will you be returning any time soon?" He asks somewhat sarcastically, although it feels like an accusation. Where have you been? When are you coming back?

"That's the plan. Just after I submit this stupid paper, and then I could sleep for an eternity."

Dream's fingers twitch, steel gaze redirected to your hands as they mindlessly work to fill the word-count. "An eternity." He hums under his breath, "That is a long time, even for one such as myself." You chuckle in reply to his deep grumbling behind you, and come to realise that his presence has provided you with some sort of inspiration. The words were coming naturally to your brain, flowing through you like some sort of spirit had taken over your body. You silently muse over whether this is Dream's doing, but continue with your assignment nonetheless. Wherever this was coming from, as long as you submit the damn thing and free yourself from this torment, it was fine by you.

He remains silent until the last tap of your keyboard indicates that you had sent off your work, and then swivel around in your chair to face him.

Dream stares back at you owlishly, and it's only then that you begin to process the gravity of his being in your room, perched on the edge of your tiny bed like some sort of well-trained house cat. You force yourself to keep a straight face whilst nervously speaking up, "Well, it seems that I'm done."

"Indeed."

"I can sleep now."

"You can."

Dream does not move from your bed, infact he does not move at all, simply eyeing you as you awkwardly clamber around him and settle down on top of the sheets. You can't help but breathe a sigh of relief as your head hits the pillow, every joint in your body beginning to voice its previous discomfort. The Lord of Dreams simply readjusts his position so that he sits parallel, next to you, making no move to leave.

"Sleep. I will see you soon." He murmurs, eyes not meeting your gaze. You feel the dulcet tones of his voice rumble in your bones, and before you know it, you have succumbed to the seductive call of slumber.

When you awaken, you realise your floral cotton sheets had been traded for a more sophisticated black satin, the bedding seeming to go on for what felt like miles. The sheets wrapped you in a soft cocoon, providing an excellent shelter of warmth and quiet, even in a realm as fantastical as the Dreaming. Despite the dark, gloomy interior of the chamber, it did not feel unwelcoming. Infact, rather the opposite.

"I find it quite ironic that one who never sleeps would require such an extravagant bedroom." You murmur, turning over to meet his gaze.

Morpheus looks at you in an expression that remains unreadable, bringing his fingers up to skim your cheek. "Welcome back." He utters in a husky whisper, and it's only then that you become aware of how silent it is here. No white noise from your deskfan, no annoying keyboard clicking, no bed creaking under your weight. Just your combined breaths, and perhaps your rapid heartbeat.

His hair is a sultry mess of charcoal, wild and stark against his skin.

His skin.

Porcelain and gauzy, you had never laid eyes on something so touchable and sheer with streaks of desire. Intense eyes, haughtily good-looking, you find yourself unable to tear your gaze away from the man in front of you.

"Do not deprive me of yourself." He commands, casting a soft echo across the chamber, though it is not harsh. "Do not punish yourself by taking leave of this place," Morpheus brings his lips close to yours, barely skimming against them before hovering just left of them. "Do not put such meaningless tasks before me." Goosebumps prick at your skin as you stare at his lips move, aching to close the gap. Every cell in your body was chanting his name, begging for it even. "Do I make myself clear?"

You can only nod, hypnotised by his every movement.

He's tying you down, smiling like a panther in the dim lighting but you cannot see past his pupils; eyes sleek like two pebbles places upon his face.

"Magnificent, you are magnificent." He's fumbling, hot breath tickling your ear. His saliva is said to have contained medicinal properties: numbing.

You are unable to believe the tales as it seems your skin is scalding; nothing short of aluminium reacting with bromine. How a man who seems so pale and cold, can radiate such a searing heat is beyond you.

You think back to the example of your lab professor had performed back in your last year of high school. She had just burned her index finger and- Agh! Morpheus burns your neck in a similar fashion.

"You are... distracted." He hums.

"If I don't focus on something else other than what you're doing to me right now, I'm scared I'll combust." He huffs through his nose at this, and you at first think it is annoyance. You are unable to see the smirk that graces his lips as he brings them back down to your neck, before moving them against your skin in languid motions.

"It matters not. I will retain your attention through ways of my own."

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jd-loves-fiction · 2 years

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Could you write one with Dream and the reader where Dream discovers he's a soft dom? 👀

🌑 probably not exactly what you were hoping but i kinda went wild and that made it vERY fluffy :)

[21:56] Dream, as an Endless, a being far beyond your human comprehension, works differently than humans. That much should be obvious, and yet it still surprises you.

If the most mundane things make you do a double take, then it's to be expected that so would his more complex traits.

Your sex life, for example, is a source of near constant surprises. There is not a night you spend together that doesn't make you pause in wonder.

The fact that Dream is still finding things out about himself greatly surprised you. Though he quickly corrected your train of thought; he's not finding new things out about himself, he's simply finding out what works best for the two of you.

Such a discovery is made one day, on one of your first times being intimate together, where Morpheus starts feeling the need to do more. To assert even more dominance. To take things just a little further.

His grip becomes just a slight bit tighter, his words a dash more demanding. You go along with it because you trust him, and it turns you on beyond belief.

And yet, even as meaner words tickle throat, ready to be spoken; even as his hand itches, ready to grip you tightly and without mercy, something holds him back. Something deep in his chest where, were he a regular human, his heart should be.

"What's wrong?" You ask him, breathless, but not gone enough to not notice his hesitation.

"Would it be a bad time to ask about your preferences?" He almost sounds sheepish, leaning back above you.

You chuckle affectionately, "It's not a bad time. Maybe a weird time but… I didn't think the King of Dreams would need to do things like ask questions."

"What do you mean?" He's so serious it makes even more affection flare up inside your chest.

"I thought you'd just know those things."

"I believe you would find it disrespectful if I were to take that information from you without your notice." His thumb rubs at the skin of your thigh as he speaks and it's a little difficult to not let both lull you to sleep. You're still getting used to that part of him.

"Fair enough, I probably would. So what exactly do you want to know?" There's an easygoing smile on your face as you ask, stretched out like a napping cat amongst a sea of black satin sheets.

"Would it bother you if I were to be gentle?” You raise a brow. What an odd question. “I mean, if I were to only be gentle. I want to worship you, treasure you, not degrade you or hurt you. Would that be alright?”

The stars in his eyes shine so gently, so warmly, enveloping you in a warm blanket of love and adoration. He’s Endless, he doesn't need to ask, not really. You’d probably go along with whatever he wished for, and yet he does ask. Despite how… troubled it seems to make him?

“Of course it would. More than alright, in fact. I don't see why you'd even need to ask that.” You giggle, running your hands through his soft trenses to mellow his serious expression.

“Perhaps I would not need to. But I want to. I want to know what would best please you.” His pale, soft hands brush your features as they warm in tenderness.

“There’s nothing you could ever do that would not please me.”

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Call it Dreaming

Dream of the Endless x GN! Reader

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Summary: You’ve been stressed out lately and haven’t been sleeping as much as you should. Fortunately, Dream is here to make sure tonight is different.

Warnings/Tags: Soft!Dream of the Endless; He’s very soft; Fluff; Comfort; Tired and Stressed! Reader; Established relationship; Hints of Dom!Dream; Implied sexual content; Dream’s eyeliner

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: To preface, I haven’t read the comics yet though I’m looking forward to it. I loved the show and really wanted to write some fluff with a soft Dream, so here we are. Hope you enjoy!

You’d had a long and stressful week, filled with inescapable deadlines, overtime, and sleepless nights. All you wanted to do when you got home that Friday evening was throw on some comfortable clothes and sleep.

You might finally get to see your absent lover, whose time had been taken up by his duties, in your dreams. It was an added bonus because while others’ busy partners might work long hours with little to no time to see them, your nights — your dreams — were filled with both passion and comfort. The limitations of the waking world didn’t apply to dreams, especially not to your Dream.

You opened your door with a sigh of relief and placed your bags in an out of the way corner. There would be no thinking about work this weekend, and you hoped that the saying would hold true – that out of sight would translate to out of mind. The last thing you needed was to dream about work. Not that Morpheus would allow that anyway.

You were just finishing your dinner when you heard a telltale “Caw”, which was followed by a knock on the door and then a second in quick succession. You smiled to yourself. There was only one person it could be. Well, being might be a more apt term in this case. After Morpheus had scared you by appearing suddenly in your bedroom too many times, you’d insisted he knock and he’d begun knocking twice in a specific rhythm to ensure you knew it was him.

Flashback:

“It makes me feel like I have a gentleman caller, you know?” Your voice was teasing in the hopes you could bring one of his small rare smiles, which flickered and warmed you like candlelight, out. Maybe even with teeth this time. You’d only seen that one a couple of times and you wanted to see more of it. More importantly, you wanted to see Morpheus – this improbable and unfathomable being that you’d somehow fallen in love with – happy. And he did smile though it was more of a mischievous smirk, his expression playful.

“I wouldn’t expect to see much of a gentleman tonight. Not with my plans for you, beloved.” His voice had deepened even more than usual, and you could feel it lingering in your ears and resonating down to your bones. As you pulled him into a kiss, there was no more talk of gentlemen callers that evening. In fact, there was no more talking at all.

But ever since, Morpheus had knocked to announce his presence without fail.

End Flashback

You smiled at yourself in the mirror to make sure there was nothing in your teeth before opening the door. “Hello, love. No Matthew tonight?”

At your gesture, he stepped inside and his velvety soft coat brushed against your legs – the stars swirled along the inside and looked for a moment as though their ever changing galaxy would transfer to you.

“He’s keeping watch.” Dream turned away from surveying the room, to see if there was anything new you supposed, and cupped your cheek. His hands were soothing in their coolness and his deep blue eyes, which were accentuated quite nicely by the eyeliner you’d bought him, were filled with concern as he surveyed your face. “You haven’t been sleeping.”

You closed the door and moved to sit on the couch, prolonging the time till you would have to answer. Your voice when you spoke was quiet, “I have been.”

Dream followed you to the couch and clasped your hand in his. “Not enough. Not nearly enough. My realm has suffered in your absence. It has been raining for days, and yesterday we had one of our first involuntary thunderstorms,” he paused, “I have suffered in your absence.” Dream looked away for a moment, uncomfortable with that display of emotion, and moved his thumb over your hand.

You thought he was overreacting a bit, but how could you say that to one of the Endless?

Instead, you countered with, “It was only a few days of less sleep, Morpheus. That’s all.” You may have been fudging it a bit and it might have been more like a week or so, but you didn’t want him to worry. You should have known better.

He shifted closer and squeezed your hand before placing it on his thigh. “That’s all, hmm? You wouldn’t be lying about your sleep to the King of Dreams, would you beloved?” When you didn’t respond, looking down at the floor, he continued, “It has been over a week since you have had sufficient hours of REM sleep as the humans call it, and that is too long. It’s not healthy. Humans need the Dreaming. You need the Dreaming.” He paused for a moment and you looked up to meet his imploring eyes. Morpheus leaned in and pressed a light kiss to your forehead and when he spoke again, his voice was soft, “And the Dreaming… and its King need you.”

You breathed in audibly and stifled a sob. You were so tired.

He pulled you into a hug and as you rested your head on his chest, his slow and steady heartbeat calmed you. He was here now and everything would be alright.

“I’m sorry, love. It wasn’t a good week and I was too stressed to sleep most nights. I missed you.”

He pressed another kiss to the top of your head and caressed his hand up and down your back. When he spoke, with your ear pressed against his chest his voice reminded you of the best nights of sleep you’d ever had as it resonated through your body. “I missed you too, beloved.”

“I’m so tired, Morpheus.”

“I know, I’m here. May I carry you?”

“Of course. Thank you, love.”

“It’s always a pleasure to care for you, my beloved.”

He shifted you to stand then leaned over to wind his hands under your knees and picked you up with your head leaning against his chest. The journey to your bedroom took no time at all. Dream placed you on your bed and began taking the pillows off, unmaking it just the way you liked. He closed the curtains and pulled off his boots as you watched him through half lidded eyes. He sent you a glimpse of a fond smile before settling onto the bed, coat and all, and patting your pillow next to him.

“Come up here, beloved. If you’d like, then I can read you to sleep.”

You sighed before beginning to inch your way up the bed, taking care to emulate a worm as closely as possible. His small flame of a smile flickered into being again, showing his amusement at your antics. You’d almost reached your pillow before sitting up with abruptness at your sudden realization.

“I can’t go to sleep yet. I haven’t brushed my teeth or washed my face.” You pushed yourself out of bed with a groan and moved to the bathroom. “Give me five minutes, and I’m all yours.”

You almost didn’t hear his response as quiet as it was. “You are always mine. As I am always yours.”

You smiled and watched your eyes crinkle with happiness in the mirror. He was so wonderful. Like something out of a dream. That thought made you laugh out loud at both its cheesiness and its accuracy.

“What’s so funny, beloved? Your toothbrush perhaps?”

“No, I had a silly thought is all. So my Dream, was this how you thought tonight would go?”

“In what way?”

“You’re wearing eyeliner. The eyeliner. You know what that does to me, and it makes me think you had very different plans for tonight.”

“Plans change. My priority when we are together is always you and your wellbeing. I will wear my eyeliner another night. Just for you, beloved.”

“You bet you will.” You finished your routine and moved back to your bed, glad to see that Morpheus hadn’t moved. He looked content, waiting there with his back resting against your headboard. You pulled the covers down and then back up again as you settled into bed facing him. You placed your hand in his and smiled up at him. “I think I’m too tired for you to read to me tonight, Morpheus, but I have a book of poetry ready for next time.”

His voice when he spoke was soothing, “I look forward to it. Sleep now, beloved.”

“And Dream a little Dream of you?”

“Exactly, may you have ‘sleep that relieves you and heals you. Sleep that soothes away all your worries.’”

“I didn’t know you knew Shakespeare.”

“Oh yes, I must tell you that story sometime.”

Wait, did that mean he actually knew Shakespeare? As in knew him? It was moments like these that reminded you that while he may look human, he wasn’t. It was easy to forget sometimes that your lover was an Endless, but when he said things like that or when you saw swirling galaxies in the gleam of his eyes you remembered.

“Sleep now, and I will meet you in your dreams.” Dream’s voice was hypnotic and had a soporific effect on you. You closed your eyes and within moments fell into the dark ocean of oblivion before opening them to somewhere else.

All you could see was green — a beautiful verdant green, filled with plants and flowers. You dug your toes into the earth and watched a butterfly land on your hand. You’d missed this place. Fiddler’s Green was one of your favorite places in the Dreaming.

You didn’t see Dream yet, so you made your way along the path towards the falls. Between one blink and the next, Morpheus’s hand was in yours as he walked alongside you.

“Is it a good dream, beloved?”

Your voice when you answered was teasing,“You know it is, King of Dreams, but better now that you’re here.” You sat by the edge of the azure lake and breathed in the refreshing mist of the cascading water as you patted the spot next to you. Morpheus settled alongside you and stretched his legs out, boots and all, towards the water. “Didn’t you take those off?”

The look he gave you made you smile. It was the, This is my Domain and I will wear boots if I want to, look. You shook your head and then laid down with your head in his lap. It was so peaceful here that the outside world felt like nothing more than a distant memory, a far off dream. Morpheus looked relaxed and some of the cares had fallen away from his face as he gazed at the falls with his hand resting on top of yours.

You didn’t know how much time had passed in that intimate and comfortable silence. It could have been hours or minutes before you spoke, “As much as I wish I could lay here with you forever, don’t you have duties?”

He hummed. “I do. I always do, but Lucienne is more than capable of taking them tonight. You are my priority.”

He looked down at you and ‘his eyes gleamed like twin stars in the sky’ — the love and devotion within them endless.

You smiled up at him, your Dream, and hoped your corresponding love shined back. You pushed yourself into a seated position and gently claimed his lips in a kiss that grew into one of greater passion and intensity. The moan you let out – as he deepened the kiss and laid you down on the blanket that had appeared in an instant — was involuntary. You reached up to run your fingers through his hair, which he leaned into for a moment before holding your wrists in a gentle grasp and moving them over your head.

“Do not forget whose realm this is, beloved.”

There was no chance of that happening, especially as both of your clothes disappeared with a thought from Morpheus.

You gasped as he left your hands where they were and made his way down your body. As he looked up at you through his eyelashes with a small glimpse of a smile, you felt like you could fall into the gleaming blue ocean of his eyes. It looked like the eyeliner had served its purpose after all.

As you lost yourself in your Dream, knowing that tomorrow you’d wake up refreshed and revitalized, you were so happy you’d found love in and with Morpheus.

While you may not always see him in the waking world, you knew he would always find you in the Dreaming. The main caveat was you had to remember to sleep first. Then again, Dream was doing a good job at the moment of convincing you to never skip out on sleep again.

Reblogs, likes, and comments are much appreciated. Thanks so much for reading!

A/N: This is the first fic I’ve posted in ages and the first of what may be more Morpheus fics, so I hope you all liked it and please let me know if you did!

I love the idea of Dream’s moods affecting the weather in the Dreaming. Dream’s paraphrased quote about sleep is from Macbeth. The quote about Morpheus’s eyes “gleaming like twin stars in the sky” is from the comics.

This was partially inspired by Morpheus’s episode of the Dreamcast, which if you haven’t listened to yet I highly recommend it.

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gardens-light · 2 years

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Honey I'm Home

After escaping his imprisonment from the Waking World. Morpheus returns to his kingdom, only to find it in ruins and his creatures gone. Vowing to rebuild of what was once lost, and turn his realm back into his own image. But before his kingdom can return to it's former glory, he must reclaim his queen first...

Content: Fluff/Smut. Fingering. Female reader receiving oral.

Grief struck his heart as Morpheus stood at the gates of his realm. His once beautiful world, now reduced to nothing but rubble and ash.

"What happened here? Who did this?"

"My Lord... you are 'The Dreaming'" Lucienne kindly spoke. "The Dreaming is you. With you gone as long as you were... the world started to decay and crumble."

"And the residence? The palace staff?"

Lucienne bit her lip before continuing, "I'm... afraid most of them are gone..."

"Gone?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Some were worried and went looking for you. Others believed... that perhaps you've... gone weary of your duties-"

"So they believed I've abandoned them? Do my subject's truly think that little of me?" Morpheus lowered his head. As he made his way back to what was left of his palace.

Standing in the crumbled remains of his thrown room. Watery eyes wondering at the broken stained glass pieces, rocks and rubble from the decayed arches above.

"I kept a journal for a while. Just a chronical of what had happened in your absence." Lucienne weakly smiled, as she stood proper with her hands behind her back. "But..." her smile soon faded, "after a while the words... faded. And soon enough, every book within our library became just empty volumes of blank pages."

"What felt like less than a day, I suddenly found the whole library gone. I... never found it again..."

Morpheus heard the hurt and pain in her voice, "and yet... you remained? While others fled. A royal librarian in an abandoned kingdom."

Lucienne weakly smiled, "I never said I felt abandoned, sir. I knew you'll return."

He lowered his head, not knowing weather to be thankful, or apologetic towards Lucienne. An ache throbbed in his heart, as tears built up behind his dark eyes. "And what about my wife, Lucienne?" it was a question he didn't want to ask, but it held the answer he was dying to know.

"I don't feel her presence here."

"Do not fret, my lord. My lady is still here. Just... not in the palace-"

His eyes flashed up at her, gleaming with hope. "Then where?"

Lucienne couldn't help but pull a slightly shocked expression. "My lady is within her gardens. She's staid there since you've left. It's... the only place that didn't fall to ruin. And a small handful of the residence took shelter there-."

"Take me there, Lucienne! She needs to know that I've returned!"

"Of course. At once, my Lord..."

Morpheus was indeed different upon his return, Lucienne could sense that clearly. She couldn't help but attempt to hide her smirk, when she saw him fussing over his own appearance, within her peripheral vision. From tidying up his hair, to adjusting his black trench coat. Brushing off the small specks of dust, upon his dress shirt.

Towards the inner wall of the city. Hidden behind vines and leaf's was a gentle yellow glow. Brushing them aside, Morpheus' heart fluttered. Before him was small stone steps, each lit with delicate iron lanterns which housed a singular firefly. As the lanterns rested close to the flower beds, beside the steps. Entering further into the garden, smooth sandstone beneath his feet, replaced the gravelled path. The path gracefully wind down the hills of luscious green grass, beautiful flowers adorned the surroundings with colours.

Although the sky was grey and murky, birds still happily chirped. Approaching the shallow stream of clear blue water, with rocks creating small ponds for the coy fish. Morpheus stepped forward onto the wooden arched bridge which crossed the river.

"My Lord! Wait!" Lucienne warned, as she quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"Lucienne?!-"

A low rumble vibrated through the air, and shook the ground. A section of the ground broke away from the hills, on the other side of the bridge. Leaf's, trees and flowers broke away, as something rose. The pair was soon greeted by emerald green eyes of a dragon like creature. It's scales the same colour and texture as the nearby trees, small branches, moss and shrubs, camouflaged the guardian.

"Redwood, the Forest Guardian" Morpheus gleamed. But his smile faded, when the forest dragon growled at his second attempt to cross the bridge. "What's the matter with you? Do you not recognize your own king? I created you, Redwood."

Lucienne's hand slowly moved from his arm to his shoulder, gently pulling the king a little further away from the dragon. "Sir... he guards and protects, not only the gardens but the queen too. No matter whom approaches... Redwood wont allow anyone to pass, without her permission."

"Why?"

The librarian bit her lip and lowered her head, "b-because... Nightmares and demons tried to claim the queen, my Lord."

Morpheus' hands curled into tight fists, "claim?"

Lucienne hesitated before nodding slowly, "yes... my Lord-"

"Was any... did any of them?-"

"No, my Lord. She was never harmed or disrespected. All thanks to Redwood's devotion to loyalty and duty. But I'm afraid... regardless if friend or foe, familiar face or not. Nobody passes unless, my Lady, says so. After all, these gardens are her domain, I suppose."

To Lucienne's surprise, Morpheus knelt down against the sandstone path. Looking at Redwood with a hopeful gaze, "Redwood, Forest Guardian. Please tell Y/N, the Queen of Dreams, that her king has returned. Send this message, so I can be granted save passage-"

"It's ok, Redwood."

Morpheus' heart fluttered as you stood at the end of the bridge. Your gentle reassurance settling the guardian, "you've must of known it was only our king. Calm down, my guardian. Rest and not worry."

The dragon nestled back against the nearby hills, adjusting it's position and resting it's head upon the large rocks, near the river. It's eyes still locked on the Lord of Dreams.

"You've returned, my Lord. Just as Lucienne always knew." You shared the librarian's smile, before gazing at Morpheus whom still knelt against the ground.

"My wife. My light. My dream. Please allow me to enter your domain and embrace you." His voice was soft and almost pleading like.

You pulled a puzzled expression. Confused as to why he asked for permission, when he never done so. And not quite sure on how to answer, "um... yes?... You may cross."

You've never seen him move so fast, nor hold you so tightly. Morpheus wrapped his arms around you, feeling your body and breathing in your scented perfume.

"I apologize a thousand times, and a thousand times again for leaving you so long!"

"No need for apologies, my Lord" you formally spoke, still with a suttle hint of confusion within your tone. "I am aware of your imprisonment. I'm glad you've returned safely-"

"I've missed you, Y/N."

You froze. Throughout your arranged marriage, Morpheus has never called you by your name. Sure he greeted you with "darling", "my love" but mainly you both always dressed each other as, 'my lord' and 'my lady.' But he's never shown this much affection towards you. Something inside him has truly changed.

"You can leave, Lucienne. I wish to be alone with my wife." The librarian simply bowed and started to walk back up the sandstone path.

Morpheus guided you by the hand, leading you towards the nearby gazebo. The circular construction held by five thin pillars, holding up the arches that supported the dome roof. With a wave of his hand, the vines which crawled over the white gazebo, grew over the arches and openings. Creating a small place of privacy.

You stood with your hands behind your back. Sighing deeply, attempting to keep things proper. "And I have missed you, my Lord. Apologizes I could not uphold the rest of your kingdom. But Lucienne has been a great value to you and your people.-"

"Enough with the formalities, my darling. Indeed Lucienne has done well to upkeep whatever she can. But I'm just thrilled you're still here and alright. Did you... ever feel like I abandoned you?"

You could hear the sincerity within his voice. A genuine question which held worry within his heart.

"Sometimes..." you lowly admitted. "Despite how much Lucienne spoke of you returning... at times..."

"You didn't believe it?..."

"No... well not all the time. There were also moments where I felt... lost and alone. Sometimes I also thought you've may... have left me for another-"

"Never!-"

"Oh!"

Morpheus gently pushed you onto the seat behind you. He leaned into you, placing his hands on the back of the bench. "Nobody could compare to you. You've been more devoted and loyal to me, than you should have been."

"My Lord?-"

"No, Y/N. Please don't say anything, for we both know it's true. Our marriage has been nothing less, of a business deal between our parents. Only in order to reunite both kingdoms. And we've been treating this whole thing as such. A business deal."

Your bottom lips curled a little, "perhaps that's... indeed true. But you haven't been awful towards me. If that's what you feel guilty about-"

"I feel guilty of many things. And taking you for granted was one of them! But no more, my love. For I will earn your affection and love, instead of demanding it."

You blinked multiple times in confusion. "Earn it? My Lord, I have already grown to love you-"

"Then let's show it. Express it"

Your eyes widened as he got onto his knees, kneeling at the hem of your dress. Slowly removing his trench coat, as he reached for your dress. Realization begun to sink into you.

"Here?" You questioned, "b-but there's residents here! My Lord! People will talk if they hear, let alone see-"

"Hear and see what? That a king submits to his queen in her domain? That I will happily please you in your place of rule, like you've pleased me in mine?"

Your cheeks reddened as he lifted up the skirt of your dress, gently placing the gathered fabric at your knees. His hands moving from the skirts hem and onto your thighs, massaging your muscles while he leaned closer. Placing his lips softly against your skin, leaving delicate kisses.

A slow but deep breath left your parted lips, feeling the warmth building in your core. Your soft spot clenching around nothing, as Morpheus' kisses slowly edged nearer to your close. Only stopping when you placed a hand upon his head, fingers intertwining into his messy black locks.

"Do you want me to stop? Say it and I will." His voice spoke with a heartful promise.

You bit your bottom lip, "no Morpheus. I don't want you to stop. But I do want you to continue, only if you truly wish it. You owe me nothing, my love. Weather this marriage started off the way we wanted, or not."

His dark eyes softly gazed up at you, never have they ever shined with such love and passion. "Being imprisoned gave me time to reflect on past behaviours. Showing me the error of my ways. Reminding me of the times I denied you love, but only to demand such from you. Treating you as a second class citizen, rather than my equal."

Morpheus gently grabbed your left hand, brushing a thumb over the black diamond ring, which rested nicely upon your wedded finger. Placing a gentle kiss upon your knuckles before continuing, "but I've should of told you how much I adore you. How your loyalty and faith in me has left me speechless. How your beauty cannot be compared to anything, or to anyone. You are my light and my dream, Y/N. Please allow me to be the king. The husband you should of had, and more!"

A cheeky smile spread across your lips, your fingers tightening within his hair, gently tugging upon his scalp. "Then claim your queen, Lord of Dreams."

There was no hesitation. No holding back.

His hand reached for between your legs, grabbing the lacey fabric of your undergarments, and ripping them apart. His lips kissing and sucking onto your clit in such hunger, you never felt. The fire within your core erupting and bursting into ambers, as his sliver tongue plunged into your already wet centre.

Morpheus' hands reached up and cradled your bare ass. Squeezing your buttocks and thrusting you closer with gentle thrusts. Muffled moans and gasps of pleasure escaped him, as your fingers ran through his hair. Pulling him closer towards you, as he thrusted your centre closer to his mouth.

Muffled moans and gasps of pleasure left him, while you bit hard onto your bottom lips. Attempting to hold back your low whimpers, as you rested your head against the pillar.

His tongue withdraw from your wet pussy, and teased it along your clit, while two fingers thrusted deep into your centre. Your insides clamping tightly around his hand, as his peace quickened. Ripping a small moan from you that he's been begging to hear

"Allow me to please you, my love! I will not hold back regardless who sees!"

You placed your hand towards your mouth, muffling the moans which left you. But it was only for a moment, before Morpheus grabbed your wrist and placed your hand back atop his head. Encouraging your fingers to run through his strains again, and gently tug at his scalp.

"Don't deny what I give you, my darling! Moan! Scream! Shout your pleasures till you can't no more. Cry till you have no voice! Cum so you cannot walk! Your king has returned, my sweet! And I promise to take such good care of you. That our time apart will feel like a distant memory!."

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Bring Me To Life| Sandman Imagine

Summary: Y/N is part of the Burgess family, somewhat of a black sheep, when she finds the prisoner her family has kept for 90 years, your father finds a way to dispose of his own daughter. Imprisoning her with The Dream Lord.

Pairing: Morpheus x Burguess! Reader

Requested: Yes

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You were always aware you were different from your family, they were always so shallow, empty, even.

Your father was nephew of the wealthy Roderick Burgess, and if Roderick was cruel and despicable, your father Maurice was much more worse.

For starters, he had way too many children, you were clearly the one in the middle, having many responsibilities that no child should have at your age, and even when you did everything you could to earn your father’s love and acceptance, you only got hatred in return.

He genuinely hated your guts.

His words, not yours.

But still someone a part of you was holding onto hope that maybe one day he would learn to love you.

While you waited for that day to come, you did your best to blend into the background, which for the record, wasn’t hard at all with six teens running around the house screaming all day long.

By your twenties you were a master of truly “minding your shit” as your father used to tell you, one particular day, everyone had gone hunting as the only female, it was easy to leave you behind.

You would be lying if you said that you weren’t bored out of your mind after a while, and then like a light switch, you remembered the house had a basement.

As any forgotten part of the house, you were told multiple times to leave it, to never even think of it, but at least the mysterious basement had to be more interesting than this empty mansion.

What you did not prepare for, was to find some… being trapped in a glass prison, he seemed like a man but something about him felt supernatural, extraordinary even.

His eyes followed even the slightest of your moves. As your fingertips merely crashed the cold surface of the glass, the eyes of the “man” opened wider, a distorted reflection of your father’s knowing figure, holding s large object, but before you could turn to face him.

All was suddenly black after a sharp pain hit the back of your neck and a buzz on your ears.

As you regained consciousness, your senses buzzed, everything somehow felt colder, lonelier, wrong…

When turning your head, you noticed the being you were staring at on the other side of the glass; only this time, he was right beside you.

Completely startled you backed away, until you met the cold surface of the bubble you were now trapped in.

You noticed more now the nakedness of the man (that is to refer to him because quite frankly, he was anything but human), which made your cheeks turn red and more than ever you appreciated your own clothes.

Tears were streaming down your face quietly and you wiped them away as soon as the left your eyes, embarrassed for this stranger to see you at your very worst.

“Morpheus”.

A voice inside your head spoke calmly but loudly, you turned to see the man beside you, empathy could be seen in his features, his hand softly grazing yours.

It had been so long since he last touched anyone, your skin felt soft and warm to the touch, it was something that now his heart longed for.

You didn’t know what it was, maybe the despair of being trapped here for God knows how long, the confusion and anger that came as to why you were here or the overall sadness.

Whatever it might’ve been, you found yourself embracing Morpheus softly by the neck, hiding your face as you sobbed lightly.

The Dream Lord was startled at first, but delicately his hands found a place in your back and to your waist he was letting you have complete control over this moment, he did not wish to touch you in any way that would make you uncomfortable.

He let you hold onto him as long and as hard as you needed to, but he knew his role there was only to contain your sadness until it went away.

“It is nice to know you, Morpheus” you whispered in his ear after a long period of sadness.

Ten long years had passed since you were trapped in the bubble prison with Morpheus, and you would be lying if you said you hadn’t developed a particular affection towards each other as well as a complex non-spoken communication between the two, he would let his voice echo your mind every now and then, but mostly, by simply looking at each other it was enough to know it all.

It hurt to think that nobody was looking for you, but then again, you would not be surprised by this, yet, a naive part of you thought maybe they were looking. Truth be told, if they were, they would’ve found you by now. After all, you were still in the same damn house.

But today something happened, Alex Burgess, your uncle, had gone down to see you two, it had been years since you saw him, but he was indeed, fragile and old, almost at the end of his days.

His eyes fell on you, you could see the sense of recognition in his gaze but quickly his eyes diverted to the King of dreams, completely disregarding your presence.

You held onto Morpheus’ arm trying to hold back on your anger as Alex Burgess went on his monologue to the King of Dreams about how he had done wrong in not wanting to be free all those years ago.

But you understood his motives as to why he didn’t chose freedom, his companion deserved that the perpetrators of her cold blooded murder paid the price.

Truth be told, it also did rub the wrong way to Morpheus how your own blood ignored you, after spending a decade by your side, he had gotten to know your very essence and in full honesty, you deserved something better than the rotten tree you were born in.

But something happened, as Alex turned his wheels to leave, the restraining runes were slightly wiped off.

You both looked at one another, acknowledging the window of opportunity you were given by the neglect of Alex.

For the first time in a decade you recognized in the eyes of the other, the almost foreign sentiment of hope, you step aside, letting Morpheus concentrate as you understood the only one who could set you free now was him.

Everything to you, seemed to happen in the blink of an eye, the cracks, the breaking, the shots fired and as Morpheus conjured some sort of vortex, he stretched out his hand for you to reach.

Going with him, was tempting, but you knew now as you stood in front of him, your journeys were very different, he had a kingdom to restore while you had to figure your own identity outside of the Burgess last name, to find if, you had any other living relatives, to find answers to all your questions.

You smiled at him, in a way which he understood it all.

“There will always be a place for you in the Dreaming Y/N Burgess” he finally spoke, after all those ages of silence, it wasn’t just a voice echoing in your brain, it was real.

You nodded, at the very edge of tears, the mixture of relief and nostalgia for this chapter of your life ending becoming all so overwhelming.

“I’ll come and find you, King of Dreams” you promised to him, the corners of his mouth lifting in the ghost of a smile.

“Till we meet again” he said taking your hand and planting a subtle kiss on it before going back to his world.

Leaving you be in yours.

But even as the chapter of your imprisonment came to and end, you knew, deep in your heart, your story with the myth in the flesh, was far from over.

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spaceagerabbit · 2 years

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i am supremely attracted to both death and morpheus but for wildly different reasons

i’m attracted to death because not only is she one of the most beautiful creatures i’ve ever laid eyes on, she has the most incredible way of interacting with and treating everyone around her. she sees humans and rather than feeling they are beneath her (we quite well are, she is an endless and the personification of death after all), she treasures them and feels that it is her duty to do so. death truly believes that every human being is worthy of a smile and a friendly face no matter who they were or what they had gone through. she loves humans and all the often crazy yet beautiful things they do. she watches humans in fascination and i love her so much for it.

and then there’s dream. he’s undeniably beautiful and his voice makes me sleepy. also he’s real pathetic and sad looking. and also a petty bitch. i love him.

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madwomansapologist · 2 years

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How about being Morpheus wife?

being Morpheus wife would include

synopsis: If Morpheus's enemies we're asked to describe him, the last thing they will imagine to say is that he is such a loverboy. Luck for you, because he is yours, and only yours, loverboy.

note: thank you for requesting, i really do hope you like it!

• Morpheus is one of the most powerfull beings in the whole universe, and plus the time he spent inside a globe that means he is not a person that can simply trust anyone. And Morpheus was always right about doing that, so how can you be different? You helped him and the only thing he thought was that you we're plaining your next step. But it turned out that you... well, he couldn't believe that but maybe... just maybe he still not so sure... you we're a good person?

• Morpheus spent some time trying to prove for himself that you we're a bad person that had only helped him because you want something back but all times he said that out loud for others they end up telling that he needs to chill because It was clearly that you didn't even now that Morpheus was basically a god at the start and still not really getting what that means, and the only time he told you that you end up crying

• What made you different? Morpheus didn't know why you we're that way, but he need to found out. So Morpheus sees you. Morpheus talk to you. Morpheus learned about you. And Morpheus became your friend. More than that, he became your bestfriend

• Now Morpheus wake up everyday beside you. Sometimes he don't even sleep, he just watch you breath in and then breath out, marvellous about every inch of you. Wife. Thats his favorite word beside your own name. Wife.

• Morpheus is a "ride or die". That is nothing he wouldn't do for you. Morpheus would do anything, even what could harm himself, to make sure that you will always be safe

• He would always go for you when he need advice. When Morpheus need to said something out loud, he goes to you because you would never judge him

• The song you love the most is Mr. Sandman

• Morpheus want you to sit on his laps everytime you want. He doesnt care if there is someone looking, he just wants to be near you. He wants so much to be always touching you that you could sleep totally over him and that would make Morpheus the happiest man alive. Morpheus would touch your head, making you sleep, and when you wake up by the morning he would be kinda sad

• The song Morpheus hate the most is Mr. Sandman

• And talking about sleep, Morpheus put a big effort on yours dreams. He knew your favorite places, foods, people, situacions and always use that knowledge to make you happy. Morpheus goal is to make your perfect dream, the one you can always go to so he knows you will be happy and safe, and he still trying to find out that

• Morpheus likes when you talk to him about your desires. It can be the food you wanna eat by lunch, the places you wanna go to, or what is your goal for life: he wants to know you. Good parts and bad parts: he wants to know you all

• And you do really enjoy talk to him. He have so many knowledge about basically everything. And that don't make him always right, what is good because if he we're that way you probably wouldn't be able to really love him, but talk to Morpheus feels like going to a different era. Probably you fell in love with him because of that: talk to Morpheus feels like freedom

• Sometimes Morpheus is on yours dreams. A few, maybe not so few, was you dreaming about him. And a lot, really a lot, was him. It feels like heaven for you

• You and Death are big friends. You we're kinda affraid at first, but she is so freaking cool. She is not what you thing she would be. She is nice, lovely, and patient. And that makes you affraid about death, not the being but the fact, because if Death herself is not fighting for people to die, if she actually cares, that means that even she knows that by the end everyone will talk to her again. It makes you suddenly awake for the fact that you gonna die, and because of that you stoped making yourself smaller. You stoped trying to be always great for other. You even stoped with that bullshit of not eating something you like because someone say it is not great for your body. You are alive and gonna enjoy it. When you told this to her she almost cry

• I will die defending that Morpheus is the king of romance. I am sure he would bought you flowers, take you on fancy dates on Paris, and have the most awesome gifts. Morpheus just want see your smile

• Morpheus acts like he hates when you call him "the man of my dreams", but you see how red his cheeks can gets

• And Morpheus is preparing himself for the most important conversation he wants to have with you: what if death is not a need?

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• I've already told you: Morpheus wants you on his lap and I meant it in everyway. Morpheus loves how he can see your face, he could even paint how beautiful you are, and how he can touch you and bring you even more close to him

• He is a lovemaker. The way Morpheus kisses your body, feet to lips, and hold your waist while rubbing your skin with his fingers. Sex is always an eye to eye thing with him. Sometimes it can get rough if you like that way, but even like this you can feel the passion

• Sex with him is full of confessions and praise, Morpheus is really vocal. He wants to hear you and all your reactions

• Morpheus's favorite type of kisses are the ones when he made you feel so good that when your mouth found his and try to kiss him, you are so submergerd in pleasure that you can't barely move your lips

• A pretty comon thing is Morpheus overstimulating you. I've told you: he likes when you both can barely kiss because of the amount of pleasure you feel. And Morpheus is very proactive

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Morpheus x Male!reader

Summary: Morpheus hasn't heard from his lover in a few days. At first he thinks (Y/N) is busy, but soon realizes that somebody took him. Morpheus is not happy.

Warnings: Kidnapping, violence, fluff,

Morpheus had a bad feeling about his lover. He didn't hear from him in a couple of days and just a few moments ago, he couldn't enter his dreams. He knew, well he thought that (Y/N) would be asleep, so he tried to enter (Y/N)'s dreams. No luck.

Unfortunately, he had some problems with the Corinthian recently, so he had to deal with him and clean up the mess. Because of it, he didn't have the time to visit his lover, but now, he was in front of his apartment. He knocked, but didn't hear anything from the inside. Morpheus was confused beyond belief now. It's night, he should be sleeping in his bed, waiting for Morpheus. He entered the apartment.

Morpheus didn't like this one bit. He walked further in and stopped in the living room. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary but when the glass coffee table was shattered and there was some blood. He didn't want to think about an abduction, but this has confirmed his worst fears. For the first time in centuries he felt fear like this. Morpheus didn't want his lover to go through the same thing as he did.

He took a deep breath in order to calm himself down. He needs to think about how to approach this. He doesn't want to get (Y/N) hurt even more. He doesn't even know where to start looking. Could it be Corinthian? Sure, he hates Morpheus, but would he go this far to spite Morpheus?

Would he really kidnap his lover? Did he kill him already? No.

Morpheus shook his head and took a deep breath. He needs to approach this calmly, rationally and thoughtfully. He is not going to rush into things. He can't...

Who would kidnap his lover? Somebody dumb, obviously. if it's a human perpetrator then it's obvious that they can't know who he Morpheus, but if it's somebody from his world... May God help them if they are. May God help them.

" Matthew. "

" Yes sir? Where is- Oh no. " Matthew said once he saw the shattered glass. " Do you need me to survey the area to look for signs of him? "

" Yes. I will have to wait for him to fall asleep in order to find him. "

" I will let you know if I see something sir. "

Morpheus nodded and let some tears fall after Matthew left. He didn't feel this hopeless in so long. He could only hope that (Y/N) was alive and some what well.

(Y/N) was tired. It has been a couple of days since he was kidnapped by one of the rouge nightmares. That nightmare idolized Corinthian and hated Morpheus just as Corinthian did. He was telling (Y/N) how Morpheus won't be coming for him, that he doesn't care about him. He knew that what the nightmare was saying was bullshit. Complete and utter bullshit and he knew it, but his mind was saying to him just what if.

(Y/N) shifted a bit, whimpering from the pain that he was put through. Being put through a glass table is no joke. His body was screaming for him to sleep, but the nightmare was a sneaky little bitch and wouldn't let him. The amount of sleep he would get once Morpheus finds him... And Morpheus? What is he doing now? Does he even know he is missing? Sure, Morpheus was busy with Corinthian and (Y/N) understood the importance of finding Corinthian, but now he wondered. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep. He knew that was the only way that Morpheus would be able to find him.

(Y/N) gasped. He did it. He fell asleep. He was at a big beautiful meadow, the one that Morpheus created for them. It was calming and soothing.

" (Y/N)? " That deep, soothing voice from behind.

" Morpheus... " (Y/N) called out, tears brimming in his eyes and his knees giving out.

Morpheus rushed to his lover and embraced him tightly. (Y/N) sobbed into Morpheus's shoulder.

" Are you okay darling? Are you hurt? "

" Not really. "

" I am going to get you out of that hell you are in. Just a little longer. "

" Okay. "

Morpheus gave him a small smile and kissed his forehead. (Y/N) melted in Morpheus's arms, feeling content and happy to see Morpheus.

" Now, I don't want you to see what I am about to do to that nightmare, so I will use my sand to make sure you rest and don't see what I am about to do. Okay? "

" Okay. "

(Y/N) woke up, relaxing once he saw Morpheus kneeling in front of him, taking off (Y/N)'s restraints. He took his pouch and blowed some sand, making (Y/N) fall asleep, just as he promised. Now, it was time to punish the nightmare.

(Y/N) woke up in a familiar bed. It was Morpheus's and (Y/N) knew that he was safe now. Unfortunately, Morpheus wasn't with him. Maybe he was in the throne room an- (Y/N) looked at the door once he heard the door opening. He tensed up, but relaxed once he saw Morpheus walking in.

" How are you feeling love? "

" I feel a bit better. How long was I out? "

" About 3 days in the Waking world. A healer made sure you were okay and treated any injuries you had. I had to take care of some business so that I could spend a lot of time with you. "

Then Morpheus laid next to (Y/N) and brought him into his embrace. (Y/N) nuzzled his head into Morpheus's chest and sighed in happiness.

" I love you (Y/N). "

" I love you too Morpheus. Thank you for coming for me. "

" I will always come for you, whatever that nightmare said to you, they are wrong. I will always come to your aid. No matter where you are. "

(Y/N) hummed and gently touched Morpheus's face. Morpheus leaned down and kissed him gently, making sure to pour all the love he had.

" Would you like to sleep more? " Morpheus asked against (Y/N)'s lips.

" I would like to stay like this for as long as possible. "

" Wish granted. "

(Y/N) smiled and moved even closer. Morpheus was now at ease and allowed himself to relax. They were together now and that is all that matters.

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hoodievixen · 1 year

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Height Differences Headcannons: Dream of The Endless S/O

(So Dream can manipulate is for a however he wants, so his height can be whatever he wants. So for the sake of it let's say he's 5'10", Tom's height)

Shorter:

Standing higher than him on the stairs, to be taller than him for once.

Him picking you up. Of course he always could no matter the height, but height difference makes it so much better.

Desires is getting too close to you, he just picks you up and carries you away.

Finds you asleep in an uncomfortable position, picks you up to take you to bed.

Taking you to bed. 😉

Kneeling before you when you refuse to look at him. You're the only person he'd kneel before.

When you barrow his clothes, they are way too long for you. Dream could easily just make you clothes, but he likes seeing you engulfed in his.

His coat trails behind you whenever you wear it.

Him grabbing books that are too high up for you to reach in the library. (Making all the ladders disappear so you need to ask him for help)

Being able to curl into his side.

Taller:

You're the only one he likes looking up to.

When he's angry he grows to be taller than you, which makes you angry at him.

He dosen't mind that fact your taller than him, an extra few inches can't overpower the fact he's an Endless.

However your height dose intimidate Desire, which makes Dream like it even more.

Again, picking you up, but not as a way of protection but domination.

You trying to fix his hair, almost constantly.

Tangling your legs together.

Something happens to him whenever / if you wear heals.

Putting your chin in his shoulder to read the same book.

You laying on the stairs, head in his lap, legs damaging off the edge.

Making sure your on a lower step then him when he's talking to his subjects, cause even dreams can make weird assumptions simply off of height differences.

You're used to being one of the tallest people in the room, so when / if you meet Lucifer, it is a weird experience.

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saraicus · 1 year

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Rose Red | Morpheus x F! Reader

Warning: None

Notes: Happy Valentine’s Day! If you don’t have a valentine, I’ll be yours ❤️ Set in the same universe as, “Red Bow” but you can read it as a standalone! Inspired by the song, “Rose Red” by Emilie Autumn.

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After what happened on Christmas, you made it your mission to teach Morpheus human customs. Since Morpheus was aware of your fascination with human customs from the waking realm, he tried his best to keep up with your teachings. Morpheus felt like he was making great progress with learning human culture, and it was bringing the both of you closer. Unfortunately, you stopped teaching him human customs, after he lit a firework inside the kingdom and nearly blew Matthew into pieces for New Year’s Day. Ever since that day, you became distant from him, and when he would search for you, you would immediately walk away, stating you had a job to attend to. Due to your cold shoulder, Morpheus would spend time in the throne room, reflecting on himself and your time spent with him. “Boss, I think you can still make it up to her,” Matthew said while standing in front of Morpheus in the throne room. Morpheus was in the throne room, sitting on the stairs and sulking as usual. Matthew was knowledgeable of human culture and knew Valentine’s Day was today. He thought maybe Morpheus could give you chocolates and flowers for forgiveness and perhaps a date. Morpheus just side-eyed Matthew and continued to sigh. “Matthew, I nearly slaughtered you. I doubt I could make it up,” Morpheus said in a flat tone.

“Well, I already died once,” Matthew replied while tilting his head and flapping his wings, “What happens if I die twice? Will I continue to return as a crow or will I become a ghost?” Morpheus glanced at Matthew, who began to mutter to himself about the possibility of him becoming a ghost after he dies again while walking back and forth. Shaking his head, Morpheus stood up and began to walk up the stairs to look outside the window. The sunlight shone against his pale skin as he looked through to continue to think. Matthew flew to stand next to Morpheus and cawed. “I’m being serious, there’s a holiday today called Valentine’s Day.” Matthew explained, looking at Morpheus, “It’s a holiday where lovers spend the day together, you can give chocolates and flowers. It’s a romantic holiday!” Morpheus kneeled, facing Matthew, and raised his eyebrow. “Valentine’s Day? What does this Valentine's mean?” Morpheus asked. Matthew ruffled his feathers and began to think, trying to remember what you told him a couple of days ago. “Oh, it’s a holiday named after Saint Valentine who represents love.” Matthew answered and cawed, “I know you love her, boss.” Morpheus twitched a faint smile on his lips and shook his head.

“I love her very much, yet I ruined it.” Morpheus said in a sad tone, “Do you think she would accept my chocolates and flowers?” Matthew stared at him and nodded his head. “Of course! Everyone loves chocolates and I know just the flower that will make her swoon.” Matthew assured, he wagged his tail and began to fly out of the room, cawing for Morpheus to follow him. Morpheus immediately followed Matthew, and together they went out to the gardens. Matthew flew around the garden looking for roses while Morpheus walked around, slowly peeking his head around the bushes to see if you were around. To no avail, you weren’t in the gardens. Truly living up to your purpose as the dream that represents generosity, you would normally help Mervyn with the garden, but unfortunately not today. Morpheus sighed again in defeat until Matthew cawed on the other side of the garden. He quickly walked over to the other side of the garden to see Matthew standing next to a rose bush. “A rose bush?” Morpheus questioned while touching the rose petals, “Why a rose bush?” Matthew flew to land on the bird bath fountain next to the rose bushes and explained, “Red roses represent love, and I know (Y/N) loves red roses. I hear her sing the song, Rose Red all the time when working.” Morpheus looked to his right to see Mervyn holding a pair of flower shears, walking over to them. Mervyn smiles at Morpheus and then looks at the rose bushes. “Pick any of the roses,” Mervyn said while pushing some roses from the bush, “I’ll clip them.” Morpheus said a small thank you and began to look around the rose bushes to find the perfect bouquet for you. His hand would move the roses around, and point at the deep red roses for Mervyn to clip. After picking some of the roses out, Morpheus saw his hand was filled with small cuts, but ignored it. Mervyn walked away with the roses and said, “I’ll leave them in your chambers after I finish preparing them.”

Matthew cawed and said, “Our plan is almost complete, boss. We just need to get chocolates and convince her to meet us at Fiddler’s Green!” Morpheus and Matthew walked out of the garden to walk to the kingdom’s plaza. The plaza was filled with citizens walking around to finish their errands, talking, and negotiating prices. Some people were around the fountain playing live music with a couple of them dancing in a circle. Morpheus looked around to see if you were nearby, and with sheer luck you were. His eyes widened and his lips parted as he saw you dancing on top of the fountain rims singing to the song, Matthew mentioned earlier. You were beaming as if the sun was attached to you, and sang, “ Rose, rose red. Will I ever see thee wed? I will marry at thy will, sire. At thy will!” The citizens playing the instruments complimented your voice, as the others were dancing. Your hips were swaying to the live music and your eyes were closed to consume everything. “Tell me no more stories, and I'll tell you no lies.” You sang clearly and twirled around the fountain, “No one wants to hurt me, but everybody tries. And if you think that I've been waiting for my planets to align. It's time you go on!” Morpheus’ heart fell to the floor when he heard you sing the lyrics; it was as if the song was for him. A song for him to leave you alone, and he felt defeated. Matthew noticed Morpheus’ change of face and said, “It’s just a song she likes. She heard it when she was working on an artist’s dream. Come on boss, the store is near here.” Morpheus took one last look at you and walked away.

As the song was coming to a finish, you opened your eyes to see Morpheus walking by you. It took every ounce of your will to not rush to him and hug him, but you brushed it off to continue singing. But you knew you had to give him space, for your own sake. Ever since the incident on New Year’s Day, you became more work-focused because you realized it was a mistake on your part for Matthew’s near-death experience, and you should stop messing around; rather, focus on your main purpose. The work was supposed to keep your mind busy, but you would always find yourself thinking about Morpheus. Nevertheless, you never reconciled with him, although you planned to, you just never knew when. When the song finished, everyone clapped for your performance, and you got down from the fountain, crouching to grab your basket. You waved bye at everyone, and another person came up to start performing as well. It was a small practice you made in the dreaming realm, where the plaza should be filled with live music and performances to make the people feel more welcomed and happier. You decided to go to Fiddler’s Green for the day since it was Valentine’s Day in the human world, and eat a small meal next to the fish. Perhaps afterward, you would gather the courage to talk to Morpheus about how you feel. Regardless, you were going to spend the holiday alone; at least the fish down the river would keep you company.

Walking down the pathway to Fiddler’s Green, you opened your basket to make sure you had everything inside. Inside your basket, you had a red velvet brownie in the shape of a heart, a white wine bottle from the waking realm, and strawberries covered in chocolate. You made the desserts by copying them down from a baker’s cookbook when you went to the waking realm the last time. It took you two tries to get everything right, and you were happy you finally got to eat them. As you got near Fiddler’s Green, you didn’t notice you were being watched. In fact, by the time you sat near the river and began to pull out your dessert, Morpheus and Matthew were hiding behind a bush looking at you. “So, uh. Boss?” questioned Matthew, “I don’t know how it works in the dreaming realm, but in the human world, stalking is a crime.” Morpheus looked at Matthew and responded, “I don’t think I dare to walk up to her.” Matthew cawed and ruffled his feathers; he had to get Morpheus to walk up to you, but he didn’t know how. So, instead, he continued to examine you, eating strawberries while staring at the river. Matthew would look at Morpheus and see how in awe Morpheus’ face was. He shook his head and sighed, “Boss, you gotta walk up to her. Go! Or else, I’m telling her.” Morpheus stopped looking at you and looked at Matthew, “You wouldn’t dare.” Matthew cawed and knew what to do now. “Oh yes, I do.”

Matthew cawed and began to fly towards you, screaming your name. Morpheus nearly dropped the bouquet and chocolates when Matthew began to scream your name. “Oh, (Y/N)!” screamed Matthew while flying to you, “(Y/N), the boss wants to talk to you!” You looked up to see Matthew land on top of your shoulder. “What does Lord Morpheus want?” You asked while taking another bite of the strawberry. Matthew used his wing to point at Morpheus, who was awkwardly walking over. You could see he was hiding something behind his back, and his eyes were looking at the floor. Raising your eyebrow, you asked, “Lord Morpheus, what do you have behind your back?” Morpheus’ face turned a slight pink and he revealed what was behind his back. A bouquet of the reddest roses you ever saw in your life, with a box that you assumed had chocolates. Morpheus cleared his throat and said, “I’m sorry for hurting you. I didn’t mean to make a disaster on New Year’s Day. And…Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“That better not be a pity bouquet. Pity chocolate I’ll take, but that’s it.�� You replied while standing up to inspect the chocolate box. Morpheus was taken aback as his eyebrows were raised and his lips turned into a frown. “I picked the roses. Matthew told me you love roses,” Morpheus whispered while looking at the bouquet. You began to laugh and shake your head. “Sorry, Morpheus. It was a cruel joke. I’ll take the roses as well. They’re so beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you,” Morpheus stated while looking at you with the softest eyes you ever saw. Your face began to feel hot, and you giggled at the compliment. Meanwhile, Matthew’s beak fell open and he cawed. You motioned Morpheus to sit down next to you and you opened your basket again. Matthew decided to sit on your shoulder and coo as you began to take out your brownies. Morpheus smiled at the sight of the brownies when you gave them to him. Matthew cawed and began to peck at the brownie from your hand. In silence, you ate the brownies together, and you also shared your strawberries with them. Morpheus would glance at you whenever you weren’t looking at him, and he would be amazed. Then, you decided to take out the white wine to drink; however, when you pour the wine into a cup, Morpheus asked, “Why does that look like a love potion?” Matthew gasped and said, “Are you going to bewitch him?” You began to laugh to the point, you nearly dropped the cup. Wiping the tears away from your face, you said, “No, it’s white wine. I assume you’re used to red wine?”

“I don’t drink,” Morpheus stated while inspecting the wine bottle, “Although, it smells lovely.” You gave him the cup and motioned him to take a sip. Since you only brought one cup, you shared the wine with Morpheus. Meanwhile, Matthew was dying of thirst, but he didn’t want to ruin the romantic moment you two were having together. Instead, he got off your shoulder and began to lay on a river rock staring at the fish. Occasionally, he would turn around and see the two of you talking and laughing. Matthew’s tail swayed in excitement and he hoped Morpheus would finally tell you how he feels. It was hard for him to keep quiet, but he tried his best either way.

“Morpheus,” You started to say, after taking a sip from the wine glass, “I’m sorry for being cold towards you and Matthew. It’s just that, after the incident, I freaked out. I wanted to forget about everything and focus on my work. But it was so hard. When I wanted to talk to you, my body would freeze and I couldn’t find the courage to talk to you. It’s also hard because all I could think about is…you.” You looked at Morpheus, who was staring at you and nodded in agreement. “I understand, (Y/N),” Morpheus admitted while slowly getting closer to you, “However, it’s best to reflect on the past, than dwell on it. At least, Matthew is still alive, and we’re talking. I also think about you…from time to time.” You smiled at him, and he returned the smile. Slowly, you held out your hand, and Morpheus held it. As you locked your hands together, he cleared his throat and whispered, “Rose, rose, rose red. I love you.” You smiled at him and began to laugh at his words. Morpheus furrowed his eyebrows until you explained, “That’s adorable. I guess Matthew told you my favorite song?” Morpheus nodded his head.

You leaned towards him, and Morpheus did the same. Tilting your head to the side, your lips brushed against each other. “Rose, rose, rose red. I love you too.” You whispered before closing the gap. The kiss was sensual, coming off slow and tender before transforming into a deeper kiss to the point your teeth clashed together. However, you broke the kiss after hearing Matthew caw and standing in front of you two. The two of you began to laugh when Matthew gagged at the sight of you two kissing. “Please, get a room next time.” Matthew said while covering his eyes with his wing, “My poor eyes…” You patted his head and apologized. After giving him a piece of strawberry, his tail swayed and his feathers ruffled in happiness. Morpheus stood up and let out his hand. “Come On, Valentine’s Day still isn’t over.” Morpheus said as he helped you up, “Matthew, you can clean up this mess, (Y/N) and I have some unfinished business to take care of.” You began to play with your hair when Morpheus winked at you before Matthew could say anything. Morpheus grabbed your hand to lead you back to the kingdom. Matthew was left alone, and he sighed at the sight of the mess.

“Well, happy Valentine’s Day to me too.” Matthew sighed before pecking at the leftover strawberries.

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