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• 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒•

Title: Dangerous Liasions.

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x fem!reader.

Word count: 9212.

Warnings: Smut(18+ mdni) mentions imprisonment, unprotected sex (make sure you stay safe) oral(fem receiving), themes of overstimulation, choking, reader being a demon and Lucifer's daughter (Lucifer uses they/them), handjobs, riding, dom reader, sub Morpheus, lots of love and pining.

Summary: It was a dangerous game to play, you both knew that. Dream of the Endless and the daughter of Lucifer being together. Then Morpheus got captured and once he had been freed he needed to gather his tools, and more importantly, you.

Author’s note: This took ages to come out 💀 Sorry to the anon who requested this but I hope you still enjoy this fic. (Person in the pic below is from Pinterest and isn’t meant to represent what reader looks like)

•𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒•

18+ Mdni.

"We shouldn't do this," Morpheus gasped breathlessly.

"Just because we shouldn't, it doesn't mean we can't," You hummed, running slender fingers over the milky white skin of his neck, caressing it tenderly.

The moon was high in the sky, the only witness to the passion play of your emotions.

"It breaks all of the accords-" Morpheus cut himself off with a groaned hiss.

You felt yourself grin against his neck as you painted with your kisses, marking his untainted flesh. A declaration. No one else could have Dream of the Endless but you.

As you peppered kisses on his skin you could feel his heartbeat, erratic as a hummingbird's wings and a giggle left your lips, "So sensitive."

Morpheus' back merely arched as he threw his head back against his throne, submitting himself entirely to you. Every touch of yours was like silk, addictive. It made his heart tremor, stutter in its stoneness. It made his knees weak and his eyes soften. It made him want to love again.

Consequences be damned.

"How could mortals ever say you are made out of darkness?" Morpheus whispered, breath hitching, "You are the most magnificent creature to ever grace this universe."

"You say that and yet here you are," You murmured, raising your head so that your eyes could drink upon the gloriousness of Morpheus' body.

He was the greatest art to ever exist, poets and painters and musicians alike could create endlessly if he was their muse. He was like the crackle of the thunder and kissed like the rain did. He was like a breath of wind and the caress of dusk.

He was like wonder itself.

"I only speak the truth," The King breathed, tilting his head so his eyes clashed against yours.

And such eyes they were.

Van Gogh's Starry Night was no doubt inspired by the depths of his eyes. Entire skylines seemed to glimmer within them, silver and blue, like the crashing of waves as they reached for the horizon. Stars gleamed in his eyes, wishful and wistful, dangerous and desirable, lustful and loving. Forget-Me-Nots and rain slept in the swirls of his eyes, unforgettable and passionate.

Oh, you could stare into his eyes for eternity.

An overwhelming urge shot through and you darted forward to capture his lips with your own

A whimpered sound came from Morpheus as he arched into the symphony of his touch.

Your lips found his in a flurry of passion, moving against him in unfathomable desperation. His lips tasted like ichor and the cold of night, burning against you in the most splendid of ways. Oh, you were completely done for, Morpheus had consumed you.

Frantic hands latched onto his face as you pulled it closer to you. Lips clashed against one another as Morpheus' delicate hands clung to your back, your waist, your neck. Anything. He was desperate to have you closer, to feel the flaming heat of your body on his.

Morpheus was an ancient man and yet when he touched you he felt more alive than he ever had.

He wanted you always. He wanted you in every way. He wanted your anger, your joy, your jealousy, your light, your darkness, your lust and your love. He wanted you like he wanted nothing else. and it almost drove him mad.

Each whimpered noise that came from Morpheus' mouth was treasured by you. You had often found yourself confused by the greed of men until you had met the King of Dreams. And such a dream he was.

It was almost impossible to believe he was sitting beneath you, writhing against your every touch.

But is the point of dreams if not to make them a reality?

Morpheus let out a breath, "You are a damning woman."

You rose a brow, "I thought I was magnificent?"

He smiled, "Magnificently damning."

And he dove to consume your lips again.

Your eyes fluttered open and a sigh left your lips.

Just a dream.

And you wanted nothing more than to chase after it, go to the human realm and steal back Morpheus from the mortals who had stolen him but your sire had forbidden it. The Princess of Hell has no place in the land of humans, after all.

It had driven you insane.

A century without Morpheus by your side. You just wanted to go back to seeking around, into his realm and into his arms. It had been pure lust in the beginning but Morpheus was far more than the silent, stoic king you thought he was. It would only make sense that you would fall for him before you knew it.

Before he was taken from you.

You let out a sigh, wishing your silken sheets would consume you so you did not have to indulge the subjects of Hell. You despised it, they spent almost all of their time fighting while your partner just sat and watched. They had long since grown tired of their position and it was easier to simply observe.

Silently, you drifted through your room, almost like a ghost as you readied yourself. A silk dress adorning your figure like ripples, flowing with every sway of your hips.

Swiftly, you glided through the hallways of the castle, far too used to the souls of the damned. Slyly, you slipped into your sire's chambers, not making a single sound.

"Daughter," Spoke your sire, slowly turning around.

Lucifer Morningstar, the most beautiful, wise, powerful and passionate angel there ever was. So passionate they would fall for their beliefs and let the feathers of their wings burn away.

You bowed your head, deeply respectful, "My sire."

White hair wisped around your parent's face as their eyes glinted, gaze falling upon you with a hint of fondness. They were not so inclined to let emotions appear on the surface but their eyes always told you what they were feeling.

"Come closer, dear one," Hummed the ruler of Hell as they beckoned you closer.

You followed their request immediately, moving towards them with ease. A smile slid onto your lips as their pale hand drifted across your face in a tender motion.

Then you furrowed your brows, catching something in their eyes, "What's the matter?"

Lucifer huffed, "We merely have a visitor."

You tiled your head, "A visitor?"

People hardly ever visited Hell. It had to be someone powerful. Someone who had seen enough of the universe to not be frightened by your parent.

They nodded, hair falling around their face as they grinned, "Yes, and oh, here he comes."

You looked towards the entrance and your heart stilled in your chest.

There he was.

After a century and he still looked perfect.

Dark hair swept across his forehead, rampant and uncontrollable in its freedom. Milky skin so smooth it looked like stars had caressed it with the softest of kisses. His face, features so sharp it was akin to the blade Juliet used to be with her Romeo. And his arms were like storms and lightning and burning ice. They were a splendour and you knew all artists drew inspiration from them and their intoxicating temptation.

You had half a mind to run to him, clasp his face in your hands and kiss him until he forgot what air was.

But as Shakespeare once said: These violent delights have violent ends.

And Morpheus would have a very violent end if your sire discovered your secret affair. Any and all suitors that asked for your hand with the fiercest snarl and the threat of being beheaded. You dreaded to think about what the Ruler of Hell would do Dream of the Endless if they found out. As much as you loved her, you did not wish to see Death here.

Your eyes met his and it was like you could finally breathe again, a weight lifted from your chest. He was entirely too magnificent.

Your sire tilted their head, sharp eyes noticing the intensity of the look you and the Dream Lord shared. They narrowed their eyes, immediately suspicious. No one shared a gaze that was full of tension for people who had simply met in passing, or so they believed.

They had no idea of your affair, but how long could you keep it that way? Especially with the tenderness in Morpheus' eyes, all you wanted to do was run your hands along his body and recite to memory the way he felt.

Lucifer made the first move, gliding forwards, "Hello."

You swallowed, gaze flickering down the raven by Morpheus' feet. Not Jessamy. You straightened your back, feeling the intense, almost curious gaze of Mazikeen.

You stood tall, regal as your silken dress drifted around your body, the purest white there ever was, an echo of your sire's robes.

Your sire stood in front of the sire, simmering them down, hands crossing into a similar fashion to Morpheus' as they spoke again, "Hello, Dream."

It was almost caring, you supposed. Two rulers, both almost as old as the dawn of time, meeting once again. Morpheus knew Lucifer when they were an angel and Lucifer knew Morpheus when the first dreams were being dreamt and were still white.

Morpheus dipped his head, "Greetings to you, Lucifer Morningstar, and to you Mazikeen of the Lilim."

"Greetings, Dream Lord," Mazikeen responded courtly.

Then, Morpheus' starry eyes found you, a soft tone in his voice, "And to you, Princess Y/n Morningstar."

Oh, you did like it when he called you Princess.

Just how he liked it when you called him King.

"Welcome, King of All Night's Dreaming," You spoke and delighted in the reaction brought from him, so minute only someone who knew every inch of them would see.

His eyes widened at the title, something akin to desperation surfacing in pools of blueish-grey. Oh, he had spent a century in silence, listening to the words of foolish men, both young and old. To him, your voice sounded like the Silver City itself.

It was almost enough to make him crumble to his knees, almost enough to make that tremor in his body impossible to ignore. He let out a deep breath and controlled himself, he remembered all too well the warning you gave him about your sire.

But he'd been trapped in a glass cage for over a century, he was well past the point of reckless abandon. He knew what he wanted and he wanted you.

He had no doubt Desire would laugh, keening when they felt the magnitude of his emotions. He had been careful to conceal them before but now he couldn't find it in himself to care.

He knew what it was to be imprisoned and he would not let his feelings be imprisoned any more. He clenched his fist and forced his attention to Lucifer who was already staring at him with an intense gaze. A spike of fear shot itself through his heart. If he hadn't known any better, he would have thought Lucifer knew about your affair since the beginning.

But you were known for your trickery.

The silence was so tense it was almost unbearable.

You desperately waited for someone to break the stalemate.

"You look well, Dream. Are you well? And your family? Destiny? Death, Despair and all the others..." Each name that was spoken by your sire was meant to be striking, each one meant to mock his time trapped by humans.

Morpheus knew it too and a small, humorous smirk slipped across his lips as he glanced at you through thick lashes, speaking in a silken voice, "I presume the Leader of Hell knows this is no social call."

Oh, they knew all right. But what was the point of eternal damnation if not to partake in games of cat and mouse?

You were almost tempted to take a step forward.

Coy was your parent as they hummed, "Have you come to join forces, then? To ally your realm to ours?" They cast a look at you, mischief and mirth in their eyes, "To acknowledge the sovereignty of Hell?"

Dream remained unflinching in their game, "You know my feelings on that, Lightbringer."

His eyes gazed at you,l lips quirking into a smirk. His own insult.

It was amusing, watching the two interact. Two ancient beings, both with a hidden respect for the other.

Your sire shrugged, "Feelings change," You gave Dream a look, silently warning him, "Especially when one has been caught and imprisoned by mortals. We expected better of you sweet Morpheus."

Dream tensed, you could see it and you found yourself wanting to ease the tension out of his shoulders. His voice seemed unchanging, but you knew better and the sharpness in his voice was unmissable, "I have come because my helm of state was stolen from me. I believe one of your demons has it. I should like it back, "He stared at you, "Now."

Relief found itself in your heart, that look meant he still wanted you. After a century and his heart still longed for you.

"Dream, if only it were that easy. But there are rules, you see. Protocols must be followed," Hummed your sire.

They didn't care about protocols when they fell.

And Morpheus was thinking it as well, hollow amusement in his eyes.

Moving swiftly, like the wind, your parent came to stand by your side, a tender hand stroking your hair as they continued to speak, "Which demon has your helm? Name it and I will bring it here."

"I confess I do not know the name," Morpheus answered briefly.

Gently, your sire guided you to the balcony which overlooked Hell, their soft hand still attentive to you as they hummed, "Then we will have to summon all of them."

They lifted their hand and all at once the veil was lifted, the bottomless pit was suddenly filled by flames and screams, almost maddening.

Smoke and whispering rose to you and you shivered, despite the heat.

A hand brushed against yours.

Morpheus' hand.

He dared not to hold your hand yet. If he did he would lose himself and fall to your feet in an instant. He could only do that when the two of you were safe in his realm, in the solitude of each other's arms.

"There now, Dream, you may inquire which demon has your helm," Your sire spoke, an edge in their voice, "Shall we interview them all at one time, or...?"

You decide to risk it, speaking softly but purposefully, "The helmet is made from the Dream King, is it not? Could he not simply summon it?"

Morpheus' sunset lips looked so very kissable as he hummed, "Indeed. Your intelligence knows no bounds, Princess."

Oh, now that was daring.

Lucifer and Mazikeen shared a heavy look. The former then turned around as Morpheus stepped backwards, their lips curling, "It is inspiring to see your care for your tools. But tools are the subtlest of traps. We become reliant on them and in their absence we are vulnerable. Weak. Defences."

You clenched your jaw, "But the absence of one's tools teaches them how to be stronger, you taught me that."

Your site's eyes narrowed slightly. You felt no fear, you knew they would not harm you, just as you would not harm them. Unlike the Endless you didn't need rules, the strength of your bond was enough.

Morpheus understood that as he watched the two of you, one trying to mock him and the other softening the blow. On opposing sides and yet the affection between them remained true.

He wondered when his family became so fragmented.

"I see your wisdom has been passed onto your daughter," Morpheus breathed, pulling something from his trench coat, "And I am not entirely without my tools. I have recovered my sand, it brought me to Hell and now it brings what is mine in Hell to me."

The sand he poured into the ground began to swirl, whirling like it was fighting and dancing with the wind simultaneously. It grew in speed, with an edge of wrath, a reflection of its creator's emotions.

It swirled and whirled like a tornado and when it began to rush back to the safety of Dream's pouch, the demon was revealed.

You could only see the back of him but it was enough to make you let out a noise of irritation.

Morpheus glanced at you, attentive to your emotions and knew instantly you did not like the demon. You rolled your eyes at Morpheus as the demon turned, the helm clutched in his hands.

The King of Nightmares glowered, heart in his eyes as he spoke, a growl in his voice, "Tell me your name, demon."

An awkward huff came from the demon in response as he looked at your sire, "Do I have to?"

You cringed when his gaze fell on you and your sire shifted, hand on your shoulder both a comfort to you and a warning to the demon as they muttered, "That is Choronzon. A duke of Hell."

Morpheus watched your reaction as his irritation grew tenfold, "Choronzon. The helm is mine."

But Choronzon would not easily give the helm and called on the Rules of Hell. Morpheus needed to challenge him for the helm. He glanced at you, and you shook your head.

You knew exactly who the challenger would be.

But Morpheus needed his helm if he was going to take you to the Dreaming.

So he agreed.

In an instant, you felt your parent's clothes change, leather adorning their body as they grinned down who only nodded his head in response, his own clothes changing.

You almost flushed at the outfit he had decided upon, it was the one he was wearing the first time you'd met.

Dreams were the subtlest things of all and that was truer for none than Dream himself.

Smug bastard.

Lucifer and Morpheus stared at one another, silent respect between them.

Then, your sire spoke, "Dear one, would you do the honours?"

You dipped your head, "There will be no physical attacks, there will be no magical attacks aside from the ones of imagination. There will be no third-party intervention on either side, we cannot stop the fight or physically join in," You glanced at the raven, "I will allow words of encouragement, that is all. Any violation of these rules will result in a forfeit, Morpheus will take his helm or he will become an eternal slave. Now, begin The Oldest Game."

You took a step back, watching.

Your sire lifted their chin, "As the challenged, I set the meter and make the first move."

Morpheus nodded, "Very well. Make your move."

"I am...a dire wolf. Prey-stalking, lethal prowler."

You could hear growls echoing across the room as a fierce dire wolf appeared in your mind.

"I am a hunter. Horse-mounted, wolf-stabbing," Morpheus said calmly.

Lucifer gasped, a hand snapping to her side to reveal blood. You flinched slightly, imagining a wolf struggling in the hands of a hunter.

Your sire straightened their back and met the challenge, "I am a serpent, horse-biting..." You heard its slither and its hiss, "Poison-toothed."

You clenched your jaw as Morpheus shuddered, veins darkened with a serpent's poison.

There was a moment of silence while Dream gathered himself. Silently, his raven landed beside you, worry glimmering in his eyes. Worry that you shared.

Morpheus spoke then, slowly, purposefully, "I am a bird of prey. Snake-devouring, talon-ripping."

Your sire yelped as three long scratches appeared across their cheek. Anger glittered in their eyes, a fierce weapon as they made their next move, "I am a butcher bacteria," You swallowed, now the game was truly beginning, a testament to how far their minds could stretch, "Warm-life destroying."

Dream fell to his knees.

He lifted his face and you watched as it rotted, decaying.

His raven screeched.

He forced his words through gritted teeth, "I am a world. Space-floating, life-nurturing."

The room disappeared, giving way to lush dirt, soft grass and a brilliant amount of flowers. You smiled, briefly meaning down to caress a Forget-Met-Not.

Lucifer's wings flared as they snapped out the words, "I am a nova. All-exploding, planet-cremating."

A blinding light came from above and in an instant, everything was burning, Morpheus screamed. Your heart hammered in your chest. His skin was burnt and he was struggling to rise from the charred ground.

But he did not need to find the strength to rise, he only needed to speak, "I am a universe," You smiled, "All things encompassing, all life embracing."

Space seemed to glitter around you, stars shimmering, planets drifting, promising new life.

Your site's harsh voice cut through the wonder, "I am anti-life," Everythign went dark, shadows crawling around you, "The Beast of Judgement. The dark at the end of everything."

Morpheus lay limp on the floor, sickly pale. It made you freeze. He could not move, he could not speak, he could not fight.

"What will you be then, Dream Lord?" Your sire sneered, looking own at Dream.

"I...I..." He couldn't speak.

Beofre you knew it, his raven and yourself were by his side. His glittering eyes met yours and your breath hitched. You would not see him spend the rest of eternity as a slave.

"Boss?" Whispered the raven, "Hey, boss?"

"Morpheus," You murmured.

You felt your parent behind you, "Still with us, Dream?"

"He is! And it's his move...your majesty," The raven exclaimed before turning sheepish.

You nodded your head, "The raven is right, It's Morpheus' move."

"There are no moves," They hummed in response, curling a hand over your shoulder, "What can survive the anti-life?"

"Hey, boss. Listen to me. Do you know what can survive the anti-life? You. Dream's don't fucking die. Not if you believe in them. And I believe that Dream of the Endless would leave his raven here alone,in Hell, with Lucifer," Spoke the raven, different to Jessamy yet he was exactly what Dream needed.

You leaned close, whispering in his ear, "And I believe in his promise to me, that he'd be by my side for all of eternity."

Morpheus' eyes fluttered open, clashing with yours.

"I..." He forced himself up, gaze not once moving from yours, "I am hope."

A blinding light filled the room as Morpheus rose to his feet, a true king. You smiled, slipping out of the way to allow him to meet Lucifer's eyes.

They let out a shuddered breath, "Hope."

The silence was thick.

Morpheus lifted his chin, "Well, Lightbringer? It is your move. What kills hope?"

But what could the answer be?

Lucifer couldn't find one.

The Oldest Game had been lost.

"Choronzon, give him his helm," Your sire hissed, defeat weighing heavy against them.

"No," He answered in the response, the image of a selfish child, "I won't. It's mine. Please."

"Mazikeen, would you mind?" You requested softly, tired of him.

She dipped her head, strode towards Choronzon and with all the ease in the universe, snatched the helm from his hands, gripping his neck and there him into the Pits of Hell.

Morpheus walked close to Mazikeen, brushing past you softly. Mazikeen looked at him intently, then passed him his helm, like he had passed her test.

A smile slipped into Morpheus' lips as soon as the helm was in his hands, "Thank you, Mazikeen," He nodded to Luficer, "Thank you, Lightbringer. The Ruler of Hell is honourable indeed. I will not forget this."

Your sire clenched their jaw, enraged, "Honourable? You joke, surely. Look out there, Morpheus. A billion Lords of Hell stand a rage about you. Why should we let you leave? Helmet or not, you have no power here. After all, what power have dreams in Hell?"

You tensed.

But Morpheus remained steady, "You say I have no power here. Perhaps you speak truly. But to say dreams have no power in Hell," An air of smugness filled the air, "Tell me, Lucifer Morningstar, what power would Hell have if those here imprisoned were not able to Dream of Heaven?"

The silence was thickened like a poisoned blade.

"One day, Morpheus," Your sire shook with rage, "We will destroy you."

Morpheus dipped into a slight bow, a smirk on his lips, "Until that day, Lightbringer."

You expected him to leave with his raven, knowing you would see him in your dreams. But he didn't.

Instead, he turned back to Lucifer, "For now, however, I humbly ask for your daughter's hand."

Shock shot through you.

"Morpheus!"

Your sire glowered, fury focused on him, "You have your helm and now you want my daughter?! That wasn't part of the challenge!"

"No, it wasn't," Morpheus spoke, "Your daughter is not a prize to be won."

Narrowing their eyes, your sire all but hissed, "Then what is she to you?"

The King of Dreams smiled, honestly dripping from his words, "She's the woman that always listens to me. She's the woman whose mischeif always distracts me from my work. She is the woman I find constant find myself laughing with. She's the woman who doesn't hesitate to disagree with my misjudgements. She is the woman I have spent over a century thinking about while confined to my cage. She is the woman I love."

"Morpheus," You breathed, feeling your heart flutter.

"Y/n," He murmured in response, eyes glittering like all the stars in the universe.

"Daughter," You sire reached their hand out to you.

You took it without hesitation, "Sire?"

"Over this past century, you have seemed miserable. Know I believe I know why," Their other hand came to cup your cheek, "Would you be happy in this match?"

"Yes," You answered, "I would be very happy."

"That is all I need to know," Your sire hummed, "You have my consent, Morpheus. But know that if any harm comes to my daughter, all the hoards of Hell will bang against your gates in search of your head."

"If I ever hurt your daughter, I would give myself over to you without hesitation," Morpheus answered, meeting their eyes.

You smiled brightly, "Thank you, sire."

They looked down at you with immeasurable adoration in their eyes, "Never thank me for your happiness, daughter. Know that I love you."

"I love you too," You smiled, "You as well, Mazikeen."

Mazikeen almost looked bashful.

You looked to Morpheus who offered his hand to you, "To the Dreaming?"

"Please," You spoke softly.

And in a moment you were surrounded by sand, the squeak of the raven echoing in your ears as your sire and Mazikeen waved you goodbye. You couldn't believe it, the thing you had been dreaming of was finally becoming a reality.

You giggled in disbelief, "Finally."

Morpheus smiled that sweet, small smile, "Finally."

Soon the sand cleared and you stood in his throneroom. The windows were shattered, walls crumbled and still, it felt magnificent. You smiled brightly.

Then, the raven spoke, "So, Lucifer's daughter, huh?"

You looked down to see Morpheus' raven peering up at you with curious eyes.

You smiled, "My name is Y/n, might I inquire into what your name is?"

"Matthew, Ma'am," Answered the raven, dancing on his feet.

Foosteps echoed across the hall and while you may not have heard them in over a century, you knew exactly who they belonged to, you grinned, "Lucienne!"

"My Lady," She gasped, fondness in her eyes as she glanced between ou and Morpheus', "You have retrieved your helm, My Lord?"

"Yes," Answered Morpheus lightly, deep gratitude in his eyes.

Lucienne looked between you, sensing an underlying tension and smiled, "I think it is best to inform the residents in the Dreaming that you have returned. Come along, Matthew."

Matthew flew to Lucienne, settling on her shoulder with a nod. With a single look over her shoulder, Lucienne strode out of the throneroom, intent of not returning for a very long time.

And without another thought you reached for Morpheus with all the desperation in the universe.

Before Morpheus could even let out a gasp, your lips were on his. Caressing him. Oh, if this is what sin felt like, Morpheus would gladly be stamped a sinner. Your lips on his was a feeling like splendour, only so much better.

It was like he was burning, chest searing with wild desire, lips singed by your passion.

He let out a small breath when you pulled away, "Oh, my love. My love."

You smiled, "My king, my love, my darling."

"Yes," He whispered, pale hands clutching your waist like it was a lifeline, "All yours. Only yours. For eternity."

"Good," You smiled against his lips.

"I've missed you. The way you make me feel, "Groaned Morpheus when your hand softly scratched his neck as you clutched it.

This is what he needed. You, consuming his body and soul, searing away all remains of any human hands on him. You, making him forget all the pain in exchange for passion.

He needed you.

Morpheus pushed your body flush against his, hips pressing to hips, chest to chest, mouth pressing to mouth. For millennia Morpheus had been the muse, always being the object of art but with you, he had learned to be the artisan. Enrapt with your beauty, your eyes, your voice, your heart and your soul.

He was done for.

Completely done for.

His hand slid to the back of your hand, fingers gliding through your hair, gripping it lightly. You hummed into his mouth, gently biting the flush pink of his lower lip. A breathy noise escaped Morpheus' mouth, meek and simpering.

Only you could make him feel like this, ready to submit to your every whim.

Your hypnotic lips slid to the ridge of his jaw, to the point below his ear, to the sensitive spot at the base of his neck. You sucked gently. Morpheus let out a high-pitched sound, jutting his hips into yours as he flung his head back.

"You treacherous minx," He whispered.

You giggled against his starlight skin, "You love it."

Morpheus nodded like he was intoxicated, "Yes, I do. Give me more," His breath hitched as your nails slowly ran down his chest, "Please, give me more."

"You want more?" You hummed, pushing your leg in between his, an enamoured sigh leaving his lips.

His Adam's Apple bobbed, "Yes. Yes, I want more. Give me more. Please. I'll do anything."

Only you could make Dream of the Endless, the Nightmare King himself crumble before you.

You smiled, "I do love it when you beg."

Morpheus met your lips with fierce desperation, hips moving against yours, the deliciously sinful friction. His mouth was like scarlet wine, sweet, tangy and addictive. Your tongue met his, dominating in your pursuit to give the king exactly what he wanted. He groaned loudly.

You felt the air shift around you.

Slowly, you pulled away to find yourself standing in a familiar room, you grinned, "I remember this room."

"You should," Morpheus breathed, forehead against yours, "Given how many times we've been here. Entangled with one another."

"Oh, I remember. You, the sweetest gasps falling from your lips, your chest heaving, the tears in your eyes. I remember it all," You murmured, thumb tracing Morpheus' lower lip, watching his pupils grow larger.

"As do I. The tremoring in your thighs, the magnificently domineering look in your eyes, the talent of your tongue. It rings clear in my mind," Morpheus grunted lowly, hand on the side of your neck, caressing your jaw.

You smirked, "I think it's about time we make another memory."

"Yes," Morpheus' hand turned from caress to clutch, "I have waited over a century to have you again."

"So have me," You whispered against his lips.

Morpheus; lips slammed against yours, hands twisting towards the sleeves of your dress, frantically pulling them down your shoulders, desperate to have your bare skin against his own.

You hummed, yanking down the zip of his leather jacket, delighted to find moonlight-pale skin beneath.

Your hands caressed his chest, finding their place on his breasts, his heart hammering beneath your palm, heavy and excited. It knew that after a century, it was finally where it belonged. Your dress fell to the floor, and your garments were quick to follow.

Morpheus' mouth found purchase on your neck, sucking and kissing the skin, intent on letting everyone know you were his and that he wouldn't be separated from you again.

Your hands slipped down to his trousers, skillfully undoing them as your gingers brushed against his hardened erection.

A breathy moan left the man as he buried his face into your neck, marking it with even more desperation.

You smiled, moaning into his ear, nibbling on it as your hands slipped onto the waistband of his underwear, easily pulling them down his legs.

Now that you were bare, the passion only intensified, the pleasure like waves crashing against you.

Moments later you found yourself falling onto the silken sheets of the bed, Morpheus above you, pressing his lips against your own, ravenous. He drank in every one of your moans, entranced.

How could someone be so sacred yet so sinful at the same time?

You grinned, feeling Morpheus grind his hips into your own,inviting you to meet his pace.

In an instant, the two of you were flipped over. Now you were on top, Morpheus at your mercy just how you liked it. There was nothing better than watching the unyielding King of Nightmares and Dreams obey your every command.

The fierceness of your kiss was enough to ignite universes. Your hands clutched his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. MOrphues let out a quiet hiss, hips jutting, the friction almost too much.

"Please," Moprhues gasped, eyes glossed with tears.

You smiled with all the slyness in your body and slowly slid towards Morpheus' body. You traced kisses along his starlight skin when his veiny hands clutched your arms. Curious, you looked at him, rising so you were face to face.

You were worried that perhaps this was too much, he had spent a century without touch after all.

Your hand cupped his cheek, "Morpheus, darling? What's wrong?"

Morpheus shook his head, "Nothing's wrong."

"Then..."? You titled your head.

"I want you to sit on my face."

Oh, hell.

"Morpheus," You gasped, never did you think those words would leave his mouth.

Morpheus' hands slid down to yours as he spoke, "I am the King of the Dreaming, am I not? You are my lover, are you not? That would make you Queen Consort, would it not?"

Your eyes widened, "I suppose it would."

Morpheus' eyes glittered, "So make yourself a throne out of my face. And sit."

"As my King commands," You breathed."

Immediately, pale hands clutched your thighs, slender fingers indenting themselves into your skin, grip tight but not unkind. It was desperate.

Before, Morpheus relished in the soft touches, but now he needed firmness, a reminder that he wasn't dreaming himself.

And you were more than happy to oblige.

Morpheus yanked you forward and like all starved men do, he devoured.

The tongue that had sung the sweetest of songs and painted the prettiest of poems was relentless. He lapped and sucked and licked, desperate to have you. Morpheus groaned the instant he felt you on his tongue, nails digging into the softness of your thighs.

A moan fell from your lips, more flowing out mere seconds after as you looked down at Morphues only to have your heart stop when you found he was already looking at you.

His eyes glittered like the sky when light crashed through it. Filled with lust as he continued his onslaught, kissing your cunt like it was the ring on a monarch's finger. His hair was erratic, some stuck to his forehead, some splayed out beneath his head.

His tongue caressed your clit.

"Fuck..." You whined, throwing your head back as you bucked your hips.

A deep, throaty moan left Morpheus' lips and the desperation built.

Sinful noises escaped through the room, delightfully wet.

You gasped, grinding on the King's face as he clutched your thighs tighter. There would no doubt he bruises and you couldn't wait to see them.

Morpheus moaned beneath you, eyes shimmering with tears.

Your lips formed into a pout, "Aw, do I taste so good it makes you want to cry?"

Morpheus let out a high-pitched sound, kissing your clit gently as his tongue delved into your folds. Perfect.

But you wanted an answer.

"Morpheus, I want an answer," You spoke, looking down at the man as he completely crumbled before you, "Do I taste so good that it makes you want to cry?"

Morpheus nodded frantically, a noise leaving his mouth as a heavy breath left him. Endless did not need to breathe but there was something addictive about the shortness of breath Morpheus felt when he sucked on you.

You smiled, hand gently gliding across his cheek, "You look so good like this, sweetheart. So eager to please. Isn't that right?"

Morpheus nodded again, the sounds from his lips growing louder and louder as you bucked your hips.

"Want me to fuck your face? Want your Queen to fuck your face?" You questioned, a breathy moan leaving your lips.

You could feel it already, your orgasm building, tremoring across your body, just waiting for the band of pleasure to snap. Morpheus whined at your words, bucking his own hips upwards as he nodded, erratic gimmer in his eyes. He wanted to make you feel good.

Your hand slipped into his midnight hair and you gripped it, "Good."

You rocked your hips, pace quickening as Morpheus' tongue lapped at you, sucking and kissing like a man craved with desire. You supposed he was, with the way his nails dug into your skin, moaning whenever you gripped his hair just a little bit tighter.

You gasped, "Fuck, you're so good f'me. You're gonna make me cum."

Morpheus groaned in response, eyes glittering. He wanted yout o come on his tongue, wanted to see your face twist with pleasure as your orgasm rocked through you.

Your hips rocked erratically, you had not felt such glorious pleasure in so long. Your own hands were unable to satisfy in the way Morpheus did. Heart built in your core, like a coil growing tighter with each second, just waiting to snap.

A wanton moan left your lips, "Gonna cum! M'gonna cum!"

Morpheus clutched you tighter, desperate, delighting in the taste of you on his tongue like the finest wine.

A deep groan left his lips, the sound vibrating straight through you.

And the coil snapped.

"Oh, fuck!"

A wail left your lips as your organism ripped through you, igniting your body like a fire as you rocked through your pleasure. Your breath was stolen from your lungs as you threw your head back, the pleasure white-hot as it ran through you.

Morpheus coaxed you through it, the dutiful partner. His desperate tongue turned soothing, gentle as it ran across your core, lapping up the taste of you.

Your chest heaved, your mind barely aware of the soft strokes of Morpheus' fingers along your skin. You couldn't believe that this ma was yours and yours alone, maybe the universe did play favourites.

With tremendous effort, you moved down to straddle Morpheus just above his waist, delighting in his gasped breath, hands following your hips like he couldn't even bear to let go.

He looked like hope itself.

Dark hair spread across his forehead, a layer of your pleasure layered on his chin and cupid-curved lips. Then, there was the hazy look in his eyes, so bright and wonderful, he looked absolutely dream-like."

A smile lifted your lips as your hand came to stroke his cheek, "My pretty King."

Morpheus let out a soft noise, pressing his cheek into your fingers, treasuring the soft touch.

"You did so well for me, didn't you?" Morpheus nodded feverishly, addicted to the silky slyness in your voice and you couldn't help but coo, "Aren't you the sweetest thing?"

Through a teary gaze, Morpheus' eyes managed to focus on you as he gave a soft nod in response.

You smiled gently, reaching for his aching cock, "I think you deserve a reward for being so good, yeah?"

Morpheus nodded, noises slipping from his mouth like a symphony, "Please."

"So polite," You giggle, leaning forward to connect your lips with his.

Morpheus met your lips eagerly, swallowing your sighs like a covetous dragon protecting its hoard. Within moments, however, he had to fling his lips away from yours as a wail left his lips.

The reason?

Your hand had wrapped around his dick.

"I should have gotten Shakespeare to write more plays about you," Graoened Morpheus, eyelashes fluttering, "And Edgar Allen Poe and Oscar Wilde and every other artisan in the universe."

You ran your thumb along his tip in response, indulging yourself in the shudder that ran across his body, goosebumps raising under your touch.

"Keep talking, pretty, wanna hear you," You spoke, a teasing smile on your lips.

Morpheus nodded, almost drunk with pleasure, "When people dream of ruination they do not dream of fire or of blood, they dream of you. Ruining their fantasies of what pleasure should be like. Ruining the tameness of their desires. Making them desperate for the wild, uncontrollable passion only you seem to possess."

You grin, moving your hand faster, gleeful when Morpheus bucked his hips, only encouraging you further. A moan left Morpheus as he flung his head back on the sheets, jerking frantically into your touch.

"So sensitive," You giggled.

"Only for you," He responded breathlessly, tears shimmering in his eyes, "Only you can make me feel this way. Only you can create these carnal feelings within me. You have destroyed everything that I am."

"Destroyed?" You echoed, tilting your head, flicking your wrist slightly harder, drawing more pleasure.

He nodded, pale hands clutching your hips, digging his fingernails into them. It seemed that tonight you would have scratches on your skin and you would wear them like trophies.

A blissful gasp left his sunset lips as Morpheus struggled to find words, "I am Dream of the Endless, I am meant - more - to be above emotions, above primal - just like that - instinct, above this damn feeling. I should not indulge in this. I should not be so desperate that I am willing to make every inch of this castle a place we indulge - ah - in this."

"And yet here you are," You hummed with a smile.

"And yet here I am," Morpheus nodded, a whimper leaving his mouth, "Yes, just like that. Just like that. Keep going, please."

"Your wish is my command, sweet thing," You mused, lowering yourself to kiss his trembling lips as your hand continued to slide up and down his length.

Morpheus met your lips with insatiable desperation. A century of no touch had left him quivering, both longing for intimacy and shying away from it. Perhaps he feared it would awake him from the delusion he had created to ignore the glass cage around him.

But now, with your firm lips against his, the weight of your body on his, he knew he was not in the midst of a delusion. He knew that he was safe in your arms and never needed to hide.

A moan slipped from his lips, high-pitched.

He adored you.

And you adored him.

You could feel him tremor beneath you, hear the way his breath suddenly shortened and see the way he threw his head back, breaking your kiss. Your lips curled in pride, he was close.

"Almost there, sweet thing," You murmured, pressing a kiss to his forehead, watching as his face contorted with pleasure.

He was barely able to register your words, so consumed with the pleasure you created within him. It was too much, practically bursting at the seams. You consumed him, every inch of him was entranced by you and for the first time since the beginning of his creation, he felt like he was dreaming.

The words would not form. They need not to.

Even after a century away from him, you knew each of his movements like your own. You knew them all, every single one and you knew he was about to implode with pleasure.

"Y/n!"

A high-pitched whine left his body as pleasure shot through him, for too extreme for his sensitive body. Tears leaked from his eyes, listening as they sped down his cheeks, staining the slik beneath him.

You kissed his tears away, hand stroking his cheek with the utmost tenderness, aiding Morpheus as he shuddered from his high. He had spent a century in total isolation, touch had become a foreign sensation and so had pleasure.

Uthoric was far too weak of a word to describe the way Morpheus felt.

You furrowed your brows, worry beginning to settle into your veins, "Are you with me, love?"

Morpheus nodded slowly and with a hushed breath, whispered, "Whoever decided pleasure was a sin has clearly never been touched by your hands."

A smile swept across your face, "I love it when you speak to me like a poet."

"And I love it when you look at me as if I am your greatest desire," Morpheus murmured in response.

You pressed a gentle kiss to his swollen lips, "You are my greatest desire, much to the chagrin of your sibling."

A small huff of amusement left his lips, "How scandalous of you, my darling, to say that Desire isn't the most desirable creature of all."

"I'll even say it to their face," You giggled, kissing him again and again and again. Soon enough, his face was covered in your kisses.

Morpheus relished in the sweet attention you gave him, you were everything he ever wanted. You were more. He wanted you desperately he always had.

From the moment he saw standing only a few paces behind your sire, head held high, a fickle and mischevious look in your eyes, your dress hugging your body perfectly he knew he interested in you

Especially when your dream was to be free.

How could he not fall for you when you pressed him against a wall in some shadowy corner, knee pressed against his legs with the most tantalising smirk upon your lips? The moment his eyes met yours he was done for.

Morpheus' hands slid along your sides, gliding along the edges of your collarbones, before finding purchase on your neck. He shuddered against your body, delighting in the heat emitted from your skin.

"Need you," He murmured, his voice like the rumbling of thunder over secretive mountains.

"You have me," You answered with ease, kissing the pulse point of his neck, grinning when it jumped beneath your lips.

A deep sigh left Morpheus as he shook his head, "No...I need you like this," He rolled his hips against yours to explain himself. despite the tremoring in his thighs.

You furrowed your brows, normally you'd jump at the opportunity but that was before your lover spent a century in a cage.

"Are you sure?" You whispered, "I don't wanna overwhelm you."

Morpheus only nodded.

"Words."

And they came tumbling out.

"I want you to overwhelm me. I want to forget everything but you. I want you to consume me with your lust and love. I want it all, give it to me Y/n. I beg you, bring me to oblivion," He breathed, watercolour eyes shimmering with undeniable want.

"As you wish," You hummed, pressing a deep, searing kiss to his lips.

And before Morpheus knew it, you had settled on him entirely.

He let out a high-pitched wail as the air was knocked out of his lungs, it almost felt as if he'd been burnt and reborn from tantalising ashes. It travelled across his body like the most addictive of tempests. His hands clutched your waist, his nails digging into the skin once more.

He asked you to overwhelm him and so you would - but not without proper care and concern.

You remained still, despite the ravenous desire to rock your hips, waiting for your partner to settle, "Are you all right, love?"

"Better than I have been in years," Morpheus breathed, "You feel positively ethereal."

A smile curved onto your lips, "I'll make you feel ethereal."

"Please," He whispered, words like velvet.

Softly, you settled your hand on his marble abdomen and rocked your hips. Morpheus's breath hitched.

You wasted no time picking up the pace, riding the king of Dreams like your life depended on it. Your body hadn't been pleasured by his in over a century and each touch was like enchanting fire.

Morpheus moaned loudly, sweet songs leaving his lips like he was desperate to entrance everyone in the area. And they would be entranced, who wouldn't be at the sight of him?

His star-kissed skin, his tremoring body, the fierce desperation in his clutch, his raven hair clinging to his forehead, the perfect gasps falling from his lips and the shimmering tears in his eyes were almost too much to look at.

"Look so pretty," You gasped, rocking your hips.

Morpheus only whined, poetic words unable to leave his mouth. You weren't complaining, to you, his sounds of pleasure were just as wonderous as his poetry. You relished in the knowledge that only you could make him so good that he was rendered wordless.

You felt another orgasm building, teasing your nerves, caressing your skin like the mischievous kisses of a lover in the dark. You knew Morpheus felt the same, glittering eyes akin to stars in the sky.

You retained your statement, Van Gogh's Starry Night was certainly based upon Morpheus' eyes.

Morpheus flung his head back, a choked gasp leaving his lips as one of his hands slid to yours, pulling it upwards. You knew instantly what he wanted and laid your hand on the base of his throat, caressing his Adam's Apple.

His eyes blew wide at the slight pressure. He had never known how good it feel to have a hand on his throat until he met you and you had slammed him into the wall, hand wrapped teasingly around his neck.

The possessiveness had awoken something in him, something primal.

His expression was one not even artists could describe and you loved it. Loved knowing you were the only one in existence who could create such expressions on his face. It made you grin as you speed up your movements.

You loved it all, it strengthened your ego, knowing that the stoic King of Dreams fell apart from your touch.

"You feel divine," He gasped feebly, struggling to get the words out from his lips over all the gasps and whines.

You rose a brow, a moan leaving you, "Divine, huh? Not sure this is so much divine as sinfully delicious."

"Divine," He gasped, bucking his hips, eyes screwed closed, the air knocked out of his lungs, "Sinful. Two sides of the same coin, my love."

A smile curved onto your lips.

Your peak was growing closer with each pleasurable second, as was Morpheus'. You could tell by the way he bucked his hips and scrunched his face up, the pleasure too much to bare. You chased your high, desperate to achieve it after so long with Morpheus.

"Please, my love," He gasped, eyes shimmering as his tightening grip felt like silk.

You grew louder, quicker. The harsh sound of your hips slapping against his a delightful symphony, one so perfect it would make Mozart cry in jealousy.

Morpheus lost himself to you and soon enough all of those dreaming could dream of nothing but you.

You slammed your lips against Morpheus', grabbing his neck, just a little bit tighter. The reaction was instant, Morpheus bucked his hips into yours, erratic and desperate, chasing his own high.

It was like lighting just waiting to shoot across the clouds.

You grinned, "With me, dearest. Want us to lose ourselves together."

Morpheus nodded, expression hazed with splendour.

You refused to stop, even as your legs screamed with exhaustion, your release was so unbearably close it made you want to shriek. Each rock of your hips made electricity shoot through your bodies.

Morpheus groaned, slamming his hips into yours.

The added force was too much, for both of you.

Before either of you knew it, the pleasure was slamming across you.

"Morphues!" You moaned loudly.

"Y/n!" Morphues whined, throwing his head back, back arching into a perfect curve.

Everythign was hazy as you slowly removed yourself from Morpheus, lying by his side with one arm wrapped around his waist while the other remained lying on his throat.

Your gasps filled the air as your chest heaved, white-hot pleasure burning through your veins, the smell of sex hovering in the air, entering your senses like a drug.

"I love you," You murmured breathlessly.

Morpheus moved the hand from his throat to his mouth so he could kiss the pulse point in your wrist, "And I love you, even when we become stardust."

YoI smiled, "Together."

"Together," He affirmed.

You were in bliss.

And then Morphues was moving to hover above you, a coy smile on his lips, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Love?" You questioned softly, hands tangling in his hair.

His hands slid to your hips and you delighted in the sting that came from it as he spoke, "You deserve my deepest thanks for waiting for me for so long. Allow me to show you my appreciation."

Then he dove to meet your lips again, ravenous.

The King and his Queen.

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•𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍•

Title: The Sun, The Stars And The Moon.

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x fem!reader x Hob Gadling.

Word count:5103

Warnings: Fear of reaction, illusion to death, Desire, mentions of other Endless (very small spoiler?) Dream and Hob being idiots and lots of fluff.

Summary: Morpheus and Hob attend a historical costume party and reminisce the past (print by the wonderful @dilf-of-the-endless but with my own twist)

Author’s note: Sorry this tool so long but it’s finally out! I hope you all enjoy :)

•𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍•

You delighted in the energy that hummed around you.

It hummed in your veins as the lights gleamed above you, grinning fondly as they watched the stage be set for the fateful story of tonight that would begin. Or, begin again.

You let out a breath, your dress flowing around your body smoothly. Its fabric was as silver as the moon, adorned by jewels, embroidery, and flaring sleeves that wisped around your body like the gentle breeze of the wind.

You smiled to yourself in the mirror and placed your mask on your face. A daring white was so pure even gods would weep at the sight of the sliver swirls that twisted along it like dancers.

Oh, how you loved masquerades.

And you knew how much they liked masquerades too.

Rolling your shoulders back, you strode into the ballroom where angels giggled in the paintings from the ceiling above. Crowds of people in marvellous dresses and enticing suits swarmed the room - chatter almost as loud sd the enchanting music that flooded your ears, a sweet symphony.

As you walked further into the ballroom, you gained the eyes of many from behind their masks, though none were the eyes you wanted on you. No, you wanted the same two pairs of eyes that had been on you long ago.

The lights gleamed bright as you looked around and saw various faces behind masks, it seemed that both the unholy and holy creatures could serenade together. You grinned, of course, that was entirely true.

Humans partook in dances, unaware of the beings that danced with them, very inhuman. So far you had seen vampires, werewolves, faeries and even fellow witches.

It reminded you so very much of the first night you'd met.

1789.

You remembered only some, some figments were seen through thick mists, sly and mischievous, just waiting for you to meet those that plagued your mind like the fondest dream. You enjoyed your time with them before the tragedy struck and you were most ready to be with them again.

And tonight you would finally see them again.

A person swept to next to your side and you saw golden eyes glint teasingly, "Hello, my pretty dove."

"Dove?" You laugh lightly, "I'm much more of a crow."

"And yet it is usually the ravens that catch my brother's attention, such a special crow you are," Hummed desire as they stood in front of you, golden eyes shimmering like cursed jewels, tempting and treacherous.

"Of course I'm special, I'm one of a kind," You respond, shrugging your shoulders, perfectly used to Desire and their ways.

Desire smiled a Cheshire smile, "Oh, I know, my Dove. I only wish I had gotten to you before my brother and his mercurial immortal."

"Why? So you could entrance me with your golden eyes? Sweep me away to paradise? And once you had done that, dump me like a burnt-out candle," You hummed and while your tone was sweet, both of you knew your words were aimed like daggers, sharp and desperate for blood.

Desire laughed and it sounded like the chiming of distant bells, "My dove, we both know you're not a candle. You're a wildfire."

You pressed your gloved hand to your chest in a mock swoon, "Oh, keep saying such sweet things to me and I may think Destiny has planned this out all along!"

A keening sound came from the physical embodiment that seemed far too much like a cat as their eyes glinted, "If only he had, Dove. But all know how he and my big sister favour my dear, arrogant big brother. And how they favour you, my sweet, bastard of a woman."

You rose a brow, Desire always seemed uncaring but you knew just how much Dream got under their skin, "Speaking of sisters, how are dear Despair and Delerium?"

Desire clicked their tongue, "Despair's still moping and Delierum's off causing chaos wherever she goes. If only you were with her, then Death would follow you around, cleaning all of your messes."

You smiled, "Delightful."

Desire's eyes glinted with something of amusement and anger. They wanted to anger you but you were not so quick to fall into their trap, you were certainly willing to play the game.

The two of you stared at each other for a moment.

"Aren't you a sweet thing with a sharp tongue?" Hissed Desire playfully, their eyes glazed with a haze of soft malice.

You smirked, grabbing a glass of red wine from one of the waiters and hummed, "Well, your brother seems to like my tongue quite a lot. As does, as you so lovingly put it, his mercurial immortal."

A laugh shot from Desire's mouth.

And suddenly, their attention was stolen away by something, or rather, someone, or in this case, some people. A grin spread across their lips as their golden eyes seemed to melt with amusement, "Iy appears the two we speak of have arrived."

Abruptly, your heart stuttered in your chest elated and frightened al at the same time.

Desire smirked, placing a sensual hand on your arm, "I'll leave you to your charade but if you need some assistance, I will do anything you desire."

And with those parting words, the Endless waltzed away, predatory eyes searching for someone with enough desire to distract them for the night.

You let out a soft sigh and slowly turned.

All your breath was stolen away in an instant.

They stood together like an art piece no one could bare to take their eyes off. That dangerous and alluring immortal with soft brown hair and enchanting hazel eyes so warm they felt like home. That distant and astonishing king with hair the colour of a raven's wings and blue eyes so electric it was like those eyes were in every dream you could ever have.

You were staring at them in all their splendour, a sort of disbelief coursing through your body, it had been so long since you last laid eyes on them.

And you quickly realised that they were staring at you as well.

Hob delight in the bright colours, the avid chatter and enchanting music.

He sincerely enjoyed parties, not for the fact they showed off wealth or power but because they were fun. Hob couldn't count the number of friends and memories he had gotten at the parties over the years. The festivals in his village, the feasts and progresses of Queen Elizabeth I's court, the balls, the roaring twenties, the clubs that were always deafeningly loud.

He loved parties in his very soul and desperately needed to get his friend to join him at one.

He, of course, knew that Dream would hate clubs or any kind of modern party so Hob scoured every place he could, searching for a costume party that slotted into the regency era. It was just like that Hob mentioned it to a friend and said friend grinned, fangs glinting as he told Hob about a masquerade party.

He told Morpheus about and it turned out to be the perfect idea as Dream of the Endless had a certain love for masquerades. Hob shared that love and he remembered another person who did as well.

A sigh slipped through Hob's lips as he glanced at the man that stood beside him. And, God, was he ethereal. He looked almost exactly as he did that year of 1789, and image of royalty and power. Hob was entranced he could not deny, he would not deny.

As his eyes gazed around the eccentric party, his attention snapped to a figure that somehow managed to take his breath away. First, he saw the dress, like the moon had crafted it and enchanted it with all the wonder it possessed. Then, he saw the mask that swirled and wisped, drawing him closer and tempting him to stay there. But neither was as beautiful as the one wearing them.

And that person was you.

"Hob?" Morpheus' light voice called, sounding like a murmur from a distantly fond memory.

"Yes?" He responded after a moment, struggling to tear his eyes away.

"Are you well? You seem distracted," Hummed the Endlessly, curious eyes quick and observant.

"Yes, um..." Hob's eyes flickered back to your figure, "It's just, someone's caught my attention."

"Who?" Questioned the king, shimmering eyes darting around.

"Her," Hob motioned discreetly over to you.

Morpheus tilted his head, his berry-pink lips curling into some semblance of a smile, "I can certainly see why."

"Mhm," Hob hummed, brown eyes glimmering as he watched you speak to someone he couldn't quite see. He saw the way your shoulders shook with laughter and found himself wondering what such a laugh sounded like.

"It seems she knows my sibling," Morphues observed softly, tiling his chin upwards, eyes glittering with curiosity. After all, ti wasn't often that someone spoke so comfortably with an Endless. Especially not with Desire.

Hob's brow rose in surprise, "She knows one of your siblings? She must be knowledgeable then, "He paused, a smile coming upon his lips, "Or a part of a bet."

A huff of amusement left Morpheus, "Perhaps. Though I doubt she is as unpredictable as you."

Hob laughed gently, eyes moving back to you.

Suddenly his heart stilled in his chest.

You were staring straight at them.

And all Hob could think about was the colour of your eyes. He was desperate to see them and be entranced by their depth.

"I...I'm...she's looking at us," Hob couldn't but stutter, feeling your piercing gaze upon him.

Morpheus rose a brow, "Then perhaps you should dance with her."

Hob stared in surprise, "But-but what about you?"

Morpheus smiled that sweet, small smile Hob had come to love, "I shall go speak with my sibling and find out what they wanted with that beautiful stranger."

"Are you sure?" Hob questioned lightly, his interest in you growing more and more by the second.

Morpheus nodded, silver eyes glinting with the echos of stars. And perhaps that was why he was so enchanting to Hob. Humans had always found solace in the stars and the unfathomable beauty that drew them in with sweet songs and delightful deals.

"All right, then," Hob hummed, "I shall see you soon, my friend."

"Indeed, and do try to not become completely bewitched before I have the chance to dance with the lady and you," Morphues mused, eyes glinting with something faintly teasing and serious.

He laughed smoothly, despite the way his heart thundered in his chest, "I'd never miss the chance to dance with you."

"Good," Spoke the Dream King with a brief smile as he swept away into the dancing crowds, like a dream slipping through your fingers.

Hob let out a breath and turned to face you again as he strode through the crowds, never once breaking eye contact. The closer he got to you, the greater his heartbeat. He could see your features more clearly now, the shimmering shade of your eyes, the hue of your lips, the glow of your skin.

It was almost as if he had burst out of a forest and onto the shores of a vast, breathtaking sea once he came to a stop before all of your astounding glory. Words seemed to fail him at that moment, he never was a poet.

Luckily for him, you had waited for this moment for so long that you'd practised the words you wanted to say a thousand times in your mind. But even then, the words were difficult to get out, you were blown away by his sheer beauty.

Hob wore colours of gold, his mask twisting around his face like sunlight. He looked wonderous, greater than any painting or song. You were as entranced as you were the first time you'd met him and he who he called his stranger.

You smiled, "I know you are breathless but please do not faint before we've had the chance to converse properly."

Hob breathed in, eyes glinting in amusement, "Of course, my lady."

You couldn't keep the grin off of your face, "And might I know your name?"

"Only if I can know yours," Hob hummed softly.

"Y/n," You responded quickly, watching intently for his reaction.

You saw a flicker of shock and his body went rigid for just a moment,. Recognition glittered in his eyes like newfound hope before dimming. Hob had lived a very long time and had heard many names repeated. But still, he felt his heart flutter for just a second, hearing your name fall from your lips like a divine symphony he hadn't heard in so long.

Finally, Hob managed to find his words and spoke, "My name is Hob, Hob Gadling and might I say your name is beautiful."

You laughed lightly, delighting in the sound of his name, "Why, thank you, Hod Gadling. Now, could I treat you to a dance?"

"I'd love that," Hob smiled and extended his hand for you to take, "Come, my lady, and let everyone see that stunning dress and beautiful face."

You raised an amused brow and placed your hand in Hob's, "I'm wearing a mask."

"And from the parts of your face, I can see, you look magnificent, " Hummed the man, his dark hair spilling around his face in loose curls that you so desperately wanted to run your fingers through.

Quickly, Hob guided you to the dancefloor and with a breath, you two were swirling around the crowds of people. Finding your feet was a practice you were well used to and it seemed that even though ballroom dancing had gone out of fashion, so was Hob. His hand intertwined with yours as his other came to cup your waist tenderly. Your hand gently placed itself on his shoulder and he pulled you closer to him, you could practically feel his breath fanning your face now.

You were in a room full of people, yet you had not felt such intimacy for a long time.

Hob smiled and you saw those soft, enchanting brown eyes gleam. They were just how you remembered, even better. Like swirls of dark whisky, Hob's eyes twirled with age and memories, making him seem more alive than any person in the room. You smiled brightly, heart swelling with the knowledge that after all this time, Hob was still so happy and alive.

Suddenly, Hob twirled you and a joyously bubbled laugh fell from your lips. His hand clenched your waist tightly yet his grasp was gentle. A gaint cradling a bird with the greatest care, as if it was the most precious thing in the world.

You smiled easily, it was natural to be with Hob, to be in his embrace and have his eyes on you. And now that everything was happing again you understood just how much you had missed him and his long-lasting love.

"The light you bring into his world is astounding," You spoke to him, almost without realising it. Hob Gadlign was the sun, all-embracing with his warmth and kindness, everyone was attracted to him but they could never get too close lest they get burnt.

But you would welcome the searing burns of Hob's love without any hesitation. Because to be loved by the sun is to be loved by all of the light in the universe and no pain could compare to that love.

You could see no blush on his cheeks but you did see the tips of his ears go a sunset pink as he stuttered for a moment. A look that reminded you of a warm summer's breeze appeared in his eyes and he spoke in a gentle voice, "And your light drives the darkness away."

"Does it?" You laughed, ignoring the heat rising to your cheeks.

"Yes," He hummed, pulling you into another spin, "You remind me of the moon, even in the darkness of night, your light will shine and guide someone home."

You tried to shake off the sudden bashfulness that had overcome you but to no prevail, "No one has ever spoken about me in such a way."

"And in what way did I speak about you?" Hob questioned lightly, somehow managing to twirl you through the bustling crowds of dancers who were momentarily drawn to the pair of you. A pair so seemingly oblivious to the rest of the world.

Your eyes met Hob's and you swore you saw home, "So earnestly. I am a witch, Hob Gadling, most people who meet me are in search of something and think flattering me will make it easier to obtain. You, however, are not in search of anything. Your words are not sweet lies but the gentlest of truths. The words you speak are truly how you see me and nothing else."

Hob stared at you for a moment before a short laugh fell from his lips and you just barely noticed the hint of grief that ran through him as if he was suddenly alone after spending time with one he loved.

"Do I amuse you?" You questioned gently.

Shaking his head, Hob swallowed, stunning eyes shimmering with mourning so carefully hidden it was like a flower.

Maybe he forced the smile onto his face when he spoke or maybe he didn't but it was there, "No, you just...remind me of someone I used to know a long time ago. All people ever did was ask her for favours. The first time we'd met the only reason she was there was because someone she thought was her friend asked her to."

Lady Johanna Constantine.

You remembered her well and much preferred her namesake, at least she had no desperate lust for the ichor of immortality.

"I see," You hummed, the truth about to spill from your lips.

Hob, however, interrupted you, "I do hate to make this conversation come to a halt but my friend wishes to dance with you."

"What?" You questioned.

Hob didn't answer, merely raising one of your hands to press a kiss there before he spun away from him.

And you collided into another pair of arms.

Suddenly your eyes met another pair that had enough depth in them to encase entire universes. They shimmered like gems beneath a luscious sea and drew you in with the sweetest of symphonies upon the flutter of a butterfly's wings.

Your breath was stolen away in an instant.

Dream.

Hob's beauty was like coming home after a long day and Morpheus' beauty was that of an adventure that never ended.

Your eyes darted across his face. His skin was so pale it was like the light of stars cupped it. The contours of his face were sculpted by the hands of creation to perfection. Usually untamed, his hair so dark it was like a raven's feather was twisted into a small plat, reminiscent of what it had been like in 1789.

Temptation had never looked so enticing.

"Good evening, miss," Morphues hummed, his voice as rich as red wine.

"Good evening, your majesty. It's wonderful to have you back," You responded lightly, knowing now it was only a matter of time before your identity was revealed, you can't hide anything from dreams, after all.

You saw a flicker of surprise appear in Morpheus' starry eyes and the humbleness in his voice as he lightly inquired, "You know who I am?"

You smiled, dipping your head slightly in a nod, "I am a witch, it is my business to know how this universe works and all the people who play integral parts within it."

A thoughtful hum came from Morpheus and almost like a dream that wisped and whirled, the two of you were dancing among the crowds. His eyes glittered as he stared down at you, asking another question, "Is that how you know my sibling?"

"Siblings," You corrected lightly, you did, after all, know more than one Endless.

Morphues could not hide his surprise this time and yet you found yourself disappointed that his minute expressions were hidden by his mask. And what a glorious mask it was. It looked as if it had been blessed by stars, shimmering with silvers and gold and blacks and purples, it looked like entire galaxies had been painted on it.

It was almost as magnificent as the man wearing it.

"You've met multiple of my siblings?" Inquired Morpheus, his curiosity growing tenfold as natural for he was the Prince of Stories.

You nodded, lips curving into a soft smile, "Well, you can't meet Desire without Despair and a witch always ends up crossing paths with Destiny and making deals with Death. And, of course, one can't attempt millennia-old spells without stepping into the realms of Delirium and Destruction."

Morpheus very nearly came to a halt then, his body going rigid for just a moment as his berry-pink lips parted. You smiled at the innocence of the sight before you, so gentle and free.

The King of Dreams found himself unable to speak for a few seconds, most unnatural to him of all creatures as stories were what he was made of. Then, he managed to speak in a soft, almost whispered voice, "You have met Destruction?"

You hummed.

Of course, the Prodigal had abandoned his duties quite some time ago.

You smiled gently, a far-away look in your eyes, "Yes, a very, very long time ago."

"But- He..." Morphues furrowed his brows and realised you were much more of a riddle than he thought.

You tilted your head, the mischievousness within you giggling in delight, "I am much older than I look, my lord. Much, much older."

"How much older?" Questioned the Endless hurridly, almost desperate for answers.

A laugh came from your lips, your eyes glittering in amusement as you faked an offended gasp, "Oh, my! Don't you know it's rude to ask a woman her age, your majesty?"

Morpheus let out a chuckle as his soft, delicate hands that could have only belonged to an artist ever so slightly tightened against you as he spun you into a twirl. The lights shimmered above you and for a moment Morpheus seemed to have a hale of wonder and enamour around him.

His lips curved like the bow of cupid, and his voice was as soft as the patter of rainfall as he spoke, "Of course, forgive me, my lady. You are like the moon to me and my curiosity compels me to grow closer to you."

You rose a brow, an echo of Hob in your mind as you mused, "I am like the moon? You and Hob are certainly of the same mind."

"How couldn't we be?" Breathed Morpheus softly, rushed, his words enough to make your heart flutter in its joy, "Your eyes are magnetic, astounding, like the light of the lady moon. It's ethereal, it's comforting, it's peaceful. You make people wish for you to be the muse behind all their great inspirations. When people first began to understand the beauty of the moon, they saw you in their dreams."

The blush on your cheeks was heavy, burning against your skin. Tantalising.

Hob was brash with his words but his actions were strong enough that words weren't needed for him to show how he felt. Morpheus' actions were reserved and hidden but his words flowed like the most wondrous stories.

A smile made its way onto your lips, "And when people first began to understand the beauty of the stars, it was you they saw when they dreamt of them."

"Is that so?" Chimed Morpheus, an almost coy look on his face.

Oh, he did like it when people flirted with him.

You hummed, "Certainly. You're beautiful. Your eyes have this far-away look that makes people want to stare at them and never look away. They want to listen to your stories and poems and always hold them to their hearts."

Now it was Morpheus' turn to flush.

You giggled, "Have I made the King of Dreams flustered?"

A playful scoff came from the man made out of starlight, "You remind me of..."

He trailed off, eyes focused intently on you but on you. And you knew exactly what had happened.

Morpheus had finally realised who you were.

His lips parted as he stared at you. The sheer disbelief in his eyes was so strong it was enough to make mountains quiver. Fear built within you, you didn't think your heart could take Morpheus turning away from you. You knew it couldn't. Just like it couldn't take Hob turning away either.

"I-" Morpheus breathed, shimmering eyes laced with tears, "How? This should not be possible and yet I see it within you, your memories of us, your dreams. You look entirely different and yet you are Hb and I's Y/n. But that cannot be, I remember your death."

You smiled, voice so soft it was akin to the beating of a hummingbird's wings, "I did tell you witches sealed with Death, didn't I?"

Morpheus said nothing and you certainly expected him to turn away from you, stride into the night and run away into his realm. You thought he would wrench his arm away from you, refusing to believe you were the same woman he had fallen for.

He came to a halt.

Your heart hammered erratically in your chest.

This was it. He was going to turn away.

Instead, his frantic hands clutched your face as he kissed you.

It was desperate, his hands holding tightly onto your face as if he feared you would disappear. His lips collided with yours with enough force to make rivers gasp and clouds blush. Passion flooded through your veins as his gentle body melted against yours. There was barely enough time to breathe, the brilliance of Morphues against your body was a splendour like no other.

Your lips moulded against his, the softness of them like the pattering of rain, the gentlest of symphonies and the greatest of arts. And Morpheus was an art piece, wondrous and enchanting.

A small sound escaped Morpheus's lips as your hands found his face, gentle and relieved. You had missed the feeling of his smooth, cold skin that had been kissed by the light of stars.

You shuddered against Morpheus as he finally parted his lips from yours, you were reminded of the warmth that came with gazing at clouds.

He rested his forehead against yours. Chest heaving.

"My lord-" You began only for Morphues to cut you off.

His voice was so quiet, barely a whisper upon your skin, "Please. I have not heard my name spill from your lips in so long. Please do not deny me that any longer. Please."

"Morpheus," You breathed gently, fascinated by the wonder of the man before you. So inhuman yet so very human.

"Perfect," He murmured, his eyes glittering with all the love in the universe.

His hand gently moved to clasp yours and suddenly he was pulling you, moving across the ballroom swiftly.

You helped in surprise, "Morpheus!"

Morphues looked at you from over his shoulder, "It would be terribly cruel of me if I stole you away without telling Hob that you've returned to us. Would it not be, sweet crow?"

"Very true, my star," You chirped fondly, easily slipping into hat love you held so close to your heart.

The two of you easily weaved between the crowds easily spotting Hob as his beauty outshined all others. Hob smiled at the pair of you as soon as you met eyes and he never once looked away.

He tilted his head, an almost teasing gleam in his eyes as he chirped, "You two look like you're from a romance movie," His lips curved into a grin, "I never thought you'd be taken so quickly, Dream."

Morpheus lifted a brow, "It is only natural to be taken with Y/n, I remember you being enamoured with her the first time we met."

Hob's smile faltered for a moment, "This is the first time we've met Y/n."

"This is our first time meeting her in this body," Corrected Morpheus lightly, excitement glimmering in his starry eyes.

Hob swallowed, whisky eyes darting between Morpheus and you, "What- What are you saying?"

Morpheus let out a breath, "Her body may be different but her soul is the very same one from all those years ago. She is undoubtedly our Y/n."

You smiled, "Hello, Hob."

"I- Hob choked, "Prove it, please, prove it."

You nodded your head gently, "The first time we met I was only there because Johanna wanted me to render the both of you unconscious if you resisted her but I couldn't do it. You never got angry with me, only smiled and said it was a lovely night for a walk. And so we walked and as the sun began to rise I invited you two to a masquerade much like this one."

Hob's eyes widened.

And just like his counterpart, kissed you with enough desperation to inspire leagues of art.

Firm hands gripped your waist as Hob pulled you closer to him. Soft lips caressed yours like the softest of spring petals. Singing love spun you around like the dearest of symphonies. Hob didn't need to say anything to you because his actions always told you everything. His embrace was like the fondest summer winds.

Your hand came to lay on his thundering heart and you were reminded of just how alive Hob Gadling was. He was like hope, relentless and unchallengeable. He was entrancing in the most comforting of ways.

A low sound came from Hob's mouth, like the crackle of a cosy fireplace. You adored it, consumed by him and his love.

Slowly, Hob parted from you, lips blushing and red as he gasped, "It seems fate has rewarded me in the most brilliant of ways."

You laughed, a gentle thing, as you spoke, "Indeed it has," Then you looked between your two men and rose a brow, "Now tell me, do you two still pretend you haven't danced your way over the line of friendship or have you finally admitted your love for each other?"

The pair stared at each other for a moment before they looked back at you, awkward expressions on their faces. You snorted, hand going over your lips to try and hide your smirk but to no avail.

Oh, your men. Ancient creatures with knowledge long forgotten to the world but they still can't admit their feelings.

You smiled gently, "Don't worry gentlemen, we can sort everything out later, but for now, I do believe you two need a dance together."

Morpheus dipped his head, "Indeed we do."

Hob extended his callous hand, "Dream?"

The King slowly placed his hand upon the immortal's, curling his pale fingers around the rich skin of Hob's. And with cherished smiles, the pair glided towards the dance floor, a complete vision of perfection.

Then, the universe smiled because the sun, the stars and the moon were finally back reunited.

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