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inkymagpie · 2 years

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The Book Keeper Pt 1: The Dream is Crumbling

Summary: You are the daughter of Thoth, Egyptian God of knowledge and writing. Three centuries ago you were appointed to the head of the New Alexandria library; once thought burned in a great fire it now holds all of the knowledge that was ever written by man. But when books start to go missing, and even worse are found burned beyond repair you realize something sinister is occurring.

Pairing: Morpheus x f!reader

Chapter Rating: General

Overall Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Angst

Chapter Summary: Days went by, and then weeks and then months, Dream of the Endless did not return to the Dreaming; and you began to get more and more concerned letters from Lucienne. Her normal pristine penmanship becoming more scratchy, fear evident in her writing.

The Library of Alexandria…a pinnacle of knowledge, a testament to the wisdom that the Gods bestowed upon humans through their scholars, their muses; a bastion for all those that sought out the unknown, the lessons of both the Heavens and earth. A gift so generously given only to be squandered by human folly and greed.

Mortals can be such fickle creatures.

It is said that the Library burned to the ground over two thousand years ago; the casualty of humans and their need to conquer their need for power. Razed in a war brought on by an Emperor from a foreign land; and it was thought that the books that had burned and the knowledge that they contained was lost forever. And it was…at least to mortals.

As the fires spread and scholars wept, the Gods had predicted this and had delivered the scriptures from the mortal realm back to the kingdom of the Heavens. New Alexandria, a beckon of knowledge now reclaimed and protected by its benefactors; and its caretaker, Thoth, God of the Moon, of scriptures and writings.

For more than millennia and the better half of another Thoth watched over the Library; its corridors and sections ever growing and expanding as time went on…But then Thoth was gifted a child from his devoted wife Ma’at.

Most Gods were known to have many sons and daughters, who then in turn had sons and daughters of their own and so on and so forth, but you, you were the only daughter of Thoth…His only child.

He watched as you grew, taught you of his realm, the realms of others, of humankind; and of the ancient ever presence of the Endless. He taught you the gift that knowledge was, how it shaped both past, present and future. And he taught you the importance of protecting it, so that it might be forever preserved.

However despite his teaching you viewed the importance of knowledge somewhat differently from your father, and at times it brought about tension between the two of you.

You became a Goddess of curiosity, of inquisitiveness finding more in common with mortals than Thoth would care for you to have and you spent much of your time cavorting about on earth, partaking in human customs and curiosities. And with your inquisitiveness and witnessing of the tribulations that man faced you also became a creature of compassion.

Thoth supposed you must have gotten some of that from your mother, though you were definitely more of a handful than she. He deemed that it was high time that he appointed you to a station, and perhaps that would settle you down some.

Around the turn of the century of 1600 to 1700 he gifted you with one of the most important appointments of all: Head Librarian of the Library of New Alexandria. At first you had been disgruntled by the fact you would be spending most of your time in relative solitude, no longer able to have the freedom to galavant around in the mortal realm with such frequency. But as the first decade went by you realized how much you loved being the caretaker of the knowledge that spanned all the way to the dawn of man.

You had always loved to read, how could you not? But the books and scriptures that had always been read to you or presented for you to read had usually been about great events in history, famous ballads and sonnets; epic tales of trials and tragedy. But now as the curator you had access to every story, large and small and you found yourself more fascinated by the very human stories; like a friar that had lost his sandals in the river while washing them. Or a man in a dimly lit tavern that said that he would never die.

The day to day life of mortals was fascinating and they all were so different, no two were exactly alike and you find that to be just as interesting if not more than the rise and fall of an empire. It was just so…human.

During your first century as Librarian you got to see a great number of important visitors; some other Gods, ones that you knew since childhood. Others were fae folk and beings of various magical prowess. But the most interesting guest to grace the halls of New Alexandria was an Endless.

He had arrived with your father one morning and you had watched with great curiosity as your parent spoke in soft tones with him; your father had eventually beckoned you over and you obeyed eagerly.

You had never met an Endless, though you had read about them and of course heard tales. You observed him keenly, non too covertly which had caused your father to scold you for being rude. But the Endless had gazed upon you with a look of amusement, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. And when he spoke his voice was as warm and as rich as honey and just as soothing.

“So you are the keeper of the books.” He had asked.

“Y/n and yes I am,” you bow quickly, watching him still. “Who are you? What realm are you from?”

“I am the King of Dreams and Nightmares and as my title would suggest my realm is The Dreaming.” He replied with a subtle fondness.

“Are you here for knowledge? I have a strict return policy.” You reply puckishly.

Thoth gave you a pointed look, and tapped his quill on the lip of the parchment board in his grasp. Ah, another warning.

“I like to make sure that the books are cared for, looked after.” You corrected hoping to appease your father.

“More should follow that practice.” The Endless nodded his head sagely. “And in a way, yes I am here for knowledge.”

You cocked your head at this, curious.

“The Dreaming has a vast library of its own and I believe it would be beneficial to share that knowledge across them.” He said.

You had heard of the Library of the Dreaming, after all Gods were born in the Dreaming, originally stories themselves brought to life by humankind.

“Might I see it?” You had barely been able to contain your excitement, the idea of seeing the stories yet untold by all living things, what a treasure that would be to witness in person.

“Perhaps one day my child, when the time comes.” Thoth spoke and gave a small nod to the Dream Lord.

“A raven will be in contact with you.” The Endless continued before you had anytime to pout. “They will bring you news of the Dreamings collection as well as ferry desired literature.”

“I will allow you one of my Ibis to do the same Y/n, until your sacred animal manifests.” Your father added.

You had gazed at the ground somewhat ashamed; your sacred creature had still not come to fruition, your worship still young and growing had not yet bore you a beastial symbol.

“I will take my leave Thoth, God of the Moon and Scripts.” The Endless said before he turned to you. “Y/n”

You bristled at that, your station as a goddess was rather small this was true, but he seemed to disregard it entirely.

“And you Morpheus, Shaper of Forms, King of Dreams.” Thoth nodded.

And as the being called Morpheus began to disappear into a cloud of white gold sand his gaze landed on you again.

“I suspect Lucienne will be most interested in speaking with you.” He commented.

“Who is Lucienne?” You called out but he was already gone, sands disappearing into the ether.

You had blinked, thinking for a moment before crossing your arms with a huff.

“He seems a bit-“ your father quickly interrupted you with a look. “…lovely.” You gritted out instead; insufferable you’d rather say.

“This will be a great honor, a partnership with one of the Endless.” Your father turned to leave. “I have the utmost trust that you will face the task with diligence and logic.”

You had watched as your father left the Library, heading back out into his kingdom.

You of course were diligent about your work…but you couldn’t help but take great pause with logic…

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The smell of weathered pages, bound in leather and pressed paper and permeates the air; a comforting, familiar scent that you had come to love since childhood. The golden light of sun cast through the stained glass windows, casting rivers of iridescent colors across the worn limestone floors of the vast library. When you were given the appointment of head librarian of New Alexandria, Ra had bestowed upon you a gift that while the Library was in your father’s domain of the Moon, a kingdom ever beneath the star sky of the cosmos, you would always have the light of sun grace the halls of your station.

You sigh happily, a thermos of hot tea with milk and sugar in your grasp; you had popped into your favorite tea shop in the mortal realm; you didn’t think your father would be too upset with just a little visit; and innocent one no less! They also made the most delightful breakfast foods there and you took another bite from the pastry you had purchased as well; whoever said the God’s dined on ambrosia had never had Welsh cakes.

You walk further into the expanse of the ever growing library, enjoying your morning treat as you wait for your tea to cool. You hear the flutter of wings and you watch as a kingfisher flies overhead chortling at you, a rolled up parchment paper in its grasp.

You had been expecting a list of possible Gods from Lucienne. While most were never more than dreams, some came to fruition and would be more than figments of imagination and become beings of history.

The kingfisher drops the scroll on your very messy (though you insisted it was organized chaos) desk and lands on a tall reedy piece of drift wood you had set up as a perch. Next to them stands a large ibis, ever watchful of the recent addition to the library.

It had been over two centuries now that the ibis your father had bestowed upon you had aided you in your task, now more of a sentinel, ever keen and observant. Your worshippers had finally bestowed upon you a sacred beast. And while not as prominent or as distinguished as perhaps your fathers ibis or Anubis’ jackal, the kingfisher was a delightful creature that many mortals associated with the freedom and curiosity you so possessed.

You trill gently to the bird and tap their beak affectionately as you come to your desk, it trills in return and ruffles their feathers. You bow to your father’s ibis who ducks their head to you and begins to walk out into the library having completed its duty of making sure you hadn’t gotten lost gallivanting across the realms.

You sit down and begin to unravel the parchment paper, the kingfisher preening themself as you start to read the list from Lucienne, ready to document everything for the Library records.

Being a relatively new Goddess yourself having only come about during the time of the printing press it was still strange to see the concept of potential additions to new and old pantheons. Mortals were always coming up with new concepts to believe in, to worship; some more prolific than others.

Not too long ago you had seen ideas for gods and goddesses of steam after the industrial revolution had spread across the globe. Now it was electricity with the invention of the light bulb (something that you heard Thor was a bit sour about).

You laugh as you read some of Lucienne’s little quips and notes in the margins of her list as you document the ideas formally to fresh pressed papers. It was something that you had both started to do; an entertaining thing to lighten the mood, that and your frequent book exchange you had started doing for the past hundred years. In fact you were almost done with the last book she sent over, perhaps you’d finish it up tonight and tell her about your thoughts in your next letter.

Shortly you come to the end of the list. It didn’t appear that any of the new potentials were manifesting yet past dreams, though you think that perhaps something might happen with the idea of electricity since mankind fancied it so.

You sort the notes and give the stack to the kingfisher to take to the record's section (which now had sprawled far beyond their initial wing of the library). As you hand the papers over, twine forms along the left edge of the papers binding them together, the date appearing at the bottom right of the first page's corner. You would set them in the proper records book later.

As the kingfisher takes off into the belly of the library, you quickly gather up the personal letter that Lucienne also included with the list. You always took great joy in reading about the happenings of the Dreaming. Gods did dream but they didn’t enter the kingdom unless invited, or so your father said. Lucienne had visited you far more times in your realm than you had ever visited her in her lords (which you could count the total on one of your hands, and on one of your fingers). And you hadn’t even seen the Dream King himself while you had attended.

You begin to read through Lucienne’s letter, smiling at the mentions of Mervyn and how he always managed to strike a nerve. You had decided long ago that you would very much like to meet him in person as he sounded like quite the character. You flip the page and continue to read.

You frown at the mention of something more sinister than usual. A rogue nightmare…while it was true that Luceinne had told you about how colorful and at times creepy the Shaper of Forms creations could be, she had always said that they remained in the Dreaming. But here she was saying that he was out in the world of men, preying upon them. You made a note to check the stories of life to see if you could find anything more about this creature and if he had affected the history of man.

You breathe a small sigh of relief when you read that the Dream Lord had left just this morning (or perhaps it was night? Hard to tell sometimes when dealing with the mortal realm) to deal with the matter. You are sure that with the quick intervention that the stories of men will not be too affected.

However you could sense some sort of apprehension in the words that Lucienne wrote. You grab a stack of fresh papers and a fountain pen and begin to write back to Lucienne, hoping to ease your friend's worries. Perhaps you would send back a book as well; a favorite of yours to give some comfort.

Surely it would all be fine…

Days went by, and then weeks and then months, Dream of the Endless did not return to the Dreaming; and you began to get more and more concerned letters from Lucienne. Her normal pristine penmanship becoming more scratchy, fear evident in her writing.

And you yourself began to fear as well…the mortal world was suffering, even the other Gods whispered of a sleeping sickness that plague mankind. Your father continued to bathe the night sky under the light of the moon, but there were no dreamers to be found in its beams.

The library was changing…the stories of mankind becoming something that you feel they never should have been. Countless books now filled with the same suffering; from the pages of a young girl that could no longer find sleep to the pages of a doctor overwhelmed and doing anything they could to find a cure… an answer.

But the thing that scared you most was the pages of those that didn’t wake up; day after day the papers remained blank. Thousands upon thousands of mortals' life stories filling with blank chapters.

Your father had told you that Destiny had a path and to not interfere; if this was the history that mankind must write then it must be written. You had been quite angry with him and whoever this Destiny was…cruelty like this was not something you could bear to see. It was then you also realized that if mankind was suffering then what horrible fate was the Lord of Dreams facing; what horrible cruelties were befalling him that the whole of humanity ailed.

This had to end…

But it didn’t and months then turned into years.

Your letters to Lucienne became so commonplace that one of the Dreaming ravens and your kingfisher had started passing by each other while delivering notes. You had begun to slack on your own duties as a curator and instead of simply documenting and protecting the vast wealth of knowledge you began to pour through it. You looked for anything you could find, hints in the life books of mortals of where the Shaper of Forms had gone. You had also started to disobey your father more and more as well…traveling to the mortal realm in the light of Ra so that your father would not see you in the path of the moon.

And then one day…

“Miss Y/n!” You hear a frantic voice, it’s oddly familiar and you rapidly look up from your research. If you hadn’t been sitting you would have fallen on your behind.

Lucienne stumbles towards you, a waning portal flickering weakly behind her as she gains her footing.

“L-Lucienne?” You are still shocked she’s here in person; she never left the Dreaming to enter your realm unannounced.

“Please Y/n, I know that I did not send word but-“ she ducks her head.

You’ve never seen her so distraught and your heart aches as you worry she might begin to cry.

Quickly you stand and rush to her side.

“What is it, Lucienne, please what’s wrong?” You beg her to tell you, placing a warm hand on her shoulder, urging her to look at you.

“The books… they are all disappearing.” She says her eyes watery as she looks up at you and you feel her hands shake as she takes your other hand in hers. “Whole sections of the library; they are gone.”

Behind her the portal flickers and dissolves into the air. She drops to her knees and you follow, easing her to the cool stone of your own library.

“I used the last of my magic to get here…to seek your aid.” She says.

“Can the books move realms?” You ask quickly.

“I believe that they can, there are millions of them though.” She replies, brow furrowing.

“Can we gather residents of the Dreaming to help us bring the books here?”

“The residents have all left, save for myself and a few others.” You stiffen; they’ve all gone?

You knew that dreams and nightmares had been abandoning the crumbling realm but you didn’t know it had become such a mass exodus.

“We’ll gather those that are left.” You turn your head and whistle to the kingfisher that is by your side in a quick beating of feathered wings. “Gather your friends from the mortal plane please, bring them here and ask them to make haste.” You whisper to them and kiss their soft head.

The kingfisher coos and with the flutter of its wings takes off.

Slowly you stand, facing where the portal Lucienne came through had disappeared; you close your eyes and focus. Plucking at the threads within the ether, pulling them taught, weaving them together until a golden path is spun before you that leads directly into the library of the Dreaming. Lucienne watches, eyes softening and tense posture easing slightly.

“Thank you Y/n.” She says looking up at you, the thankfulness clear in her deep brown eyes.

”You are my dear friend Lucienne, I would do anything for you.” You reply and hold your hand out to her. She takes it, a soft smile on her lips as she stands.

You look to the glittering pathway, you wonder briefly if your father would be displeased with this action. You are, after all, interfering with another realm, however you doubt he would want to see a millennia of knowledge decay… you decide that you’ll deal with it later.

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mylifeisactuallyamess · 2 years

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A/N: So the Sandman has me in a chokehold. And I make no apologies. I have so many WIP glaring at me and I’m like “but this new blorbo…”. Hate me if you will but I follow the dopamine. If you would like to be tagged in any further Morpheus shenanigans please send me an ask or reply to this 🥰

Warnings: Do not tag Neil Gaiman in any of my work or he will block me and I do enjoy his page. This fic is an 18+ sloooow burn. I am taking huge artistic license with the world because I am going by the TV series alone. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. Tags will be updated per chapter but if you know how the series goes then you know where the tags are heading. This shit is unbeta’d. Reader is femme and I will always be respectful of characters pronouns throughout the fic. If I do slip up please feel free to message me and it shall be corrected.

Pairing: Morpheus x F!Reader/OC insert

Chapter 1: The Waking Realm

Summary: Brought to life by the power of the Dreaming, you were tasked with a single purpose. Find Lord Morpheus. However, once your purpose is completed will he find it in his heart to keep you around or was your purpose the only reason you were brought into being. Multichapter fuckery.

Word Count: 1.5k

Tagging: @a-bang-for-your-bucky

Prelude: Creation

To be created, you must first exist.

It was unfathomable. A darkness so encompassing you felt it possess every crack and crevice or your soul. You tried to take a deep breath, to ease the oppressive feel of the silence clawing at your mind, but you had no lungs. No body, nothing to see, touch and taste with.

You should feel panicked but emotions didn’t exist in such a void. It was empty, enduring, suffocating.

Timeless.

A nothing so deep the only thing you could perceive was it had no beginning, no middle and no end…

“Wake up.” The voice was soft, almost recognisable. “You need to wake up.” Your eyes opened. A soft breeze rippled across your back, the rich rustle of feathers filled your ears. Light struck the back of your eyes making you inhale sharply from the sting. Your fingers curled for the first time, sinking into the black sand with which you were upon. Watching with fascination as it devoured your hand, only to willingly release you, dripping down like fine black rain.

“We have a need of you.” A figure blocked out the weak light, curled pointy ears and round glasses drew into focus as you pushed yourself up. Drawing your knees under you, splaying your hands out to get a good look at them. Brushing the black sand delicately off your skin, marvelling in the way your fingertips felt the fabric of your dress. It hugged your body, flowing out from all sides. The silver was metallic, a splash of brightness against all the dark. Flexing your shoulders you sighed, tipping your head back and glimpsing the deep, inky wings that spread either side of you.

The light was muted, almost grey as it reflected on the shine of the feathers. Your hands quivered, stretching to feel them with the tip of your middle finger. Watching them jostle, feeling the pull on your muscles. They were your wings.

“I am Lucienne.”

“I don’t have a name.” Your hand reached up and your eyes widened. The words came from you, vibrating in your throat, the thin skin of your neck warm to touch. Lucienne smiled slightly, her hand suspended in the space between you.

“Come. I’ll tell you what you need to do.” Her grip was sturdy. A support you needed as you stood on your feet for the first time, your wings flaring to stop you from falling. Looking up you could see you were in some sort of hole. A crater, where sand had exploded outwards in all directions.

“Wh-what happened?” Your tongue tied over the familiar but strange words.

“You, my dear.” One hand held tightly onto Lucienne and the other lifted the tendrils of your dress. Your toes dug into the sand as you both made your way up and out of the crater. Immediately before you were a pair of colossal gates. Intricately carved with all sorts of depictions; it would have taken months to see them all and your wings spread slightly as though you were going to fly up to the top. They were so tall your spine curved as you tilted your head up to get a good look at them.

“What is this place?” Your voice was still so new, the words scratching slightly on their way out.

“The gates of horn and ivory. The King of Dreams carved them himself.” The sound of them opening rendered the air. Creaks and moans of hinges not used in an age until they came to an abrupt stop and you stepped through the gap with Lucienne at your side.

The landscape seemed to stretch from your toes out into the distance as far as the eye could see. Mountains stood tall and squat, but nothing grabbed your gaze as much as the decaying palace before you. You could tell it had once been a castle of great stature. A creation that would have stolen your breath with its beauty and intricacy, now lay in crumbled ruins.

“It’s not much, anymore,” Lucienne told you dryly. A lake, grey and lifeless covered the ground to the right, what was once a bridge now broken and shattered, clouds heavy and angry roiled in the sky but your companion just sighed and began to walk towards it all. The palace was falling down, even now as you approached parts broke away to tumble to the ground. Grass and weeds covered the debris and a sense of immense sadness gathered in your chest.

“It shouldn’t be like this,” you whispered. Wrongness twisted in your swirling depths as you looked around. “Why is it dying?”

“In his absence I can only do so much to keep the realm together.”

“Whose absence?”

“You are in the Dreaming,” Lucienne said with undisguised pride. Frowning you crouched beside a chunk of the palace, putting your hand on the worn stone as you tried to grasp streams of information that seemed just out of reach.

“Where is the King of Dreams?” You asked, not fully understanding the question yourself.

“Ah. I see He has gifted you with some knowledge then. Let me see if I can fill in the gaps.” She strode off leaving you no choice but to pick your way after her down the broken path.

Debris was everywhere. Littering the floor of what was once a huge chamber, covered in dust and dead leaves. A tall staircase wound up to a platform but steps were missing. What was once a grand throne still stands proud in front of the empty windows but even that was damaged seemingly beyond repair. Cracks filtered through the whole place, some deep fissures that you had to almost jump over. Your gaze was captivated by the shards of coloured glass strewn beneath your feet. Colours that were once whole and vibrant were now jaded and shattered. Your wings flared as you bent down to pick up a piece of green glass, marvelling at how it tried to capture the essence of light that was strong enough to filter into the chamber.

“I did try to keep it tidy. But I gave up quite a few years ago. It’s like the palace wants to be in this state and no matter what I do, it has no effect.” Breathing in, your chest expanded rapidly. The air in the Realm was heavy, settling inside you as an extra burden. You wanted to fix this, to stop this place from feeling so erroneous. Something was missing, the very fabric of this Realm was tearing apart, drifting in the unseen winds of the Endless.

“Why did he leave?” Your voice carried more than you expected in the large space.

“He left to retrieve a rogue nightmare but then, he didn’t come back.” You never thought weariness could affect a being in such a magical place, but Lucienne’s eyes were coloured with it. “Something has happened to him and that is why you are here.”

“What can I do?”

“You can find him. Help him. I haven’t heard from Jessamy in years and I can’t…leave the Realm unattended.” She peered at you over the top of her glasses. “But you can.”

“What could possibly be keeping the Lord of all this in the waking realm?”

“I have no idea,” she answered mournfully. “But first we must turn you into a raven. Mortals will not take kindly to you just walking in their realm with these.” Lucienne’s gaze drifted purposely to your wings making you drag them into yourself, the soft rustle echoing against the destroyed stone. “And I’m fairly sure Lord Morpheus won’t accept help from you in this form.”

“Tell me what I must do.” She approached, held within her hand was a necklace. At first glance it didn’t look like much, a simple silver chain dangled from her fingers but what hung on it was an amulet depicting a raven's head. As black as the night sky but it shimmered with an otherworldliness that had you reaching out for a closer look.

“Usually a raven is not chosen this way. They enter the Dreaming in the form but you are something quite different.” Your brow furrowed a little, eyes searching hers for answers but all Lucienne did was subtly cock an eyebrow at your unspoken question.

“What am I?”

“I did what Lord Morpheus cannot. I asked for help and I was gifted, you. True, you’re not what I expected…” she explained, slowly walking round you to get a good look at you. “And I think you’re more than what I bargained for but we don’t question the Creator here. You’re certainly not like the others.”

“Others?”

“Never mind. Now. This amulet will help you find him, it is part of the Dreaming and it will seek him out so trust it. You must bring him home.”

“Ok,” you breathed out. The raven's head settled just below your clavicle, an unusual weight against your skin making you reach for it automatically.

Nothing happened. Your feet were still firmly planted on the broken floor of the palace and you threw a worried look at Lucienne.

“You need to go to the waking realm. It will take you, you just have to let go.” Closing your eyes you blocked out everything around you. A pinprick of light glowed in your mind's eye so you headed towards it, thoughts filled of the waking realm and a being named Morpheus…

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dreamscrawl · 2 years

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A little sneak peek from my first The Sandman fic. (The title is A Waking Conversation with Dream.) I love the idea of [Y/N] bringing up Morpheus' ex-girlfriends at every opportunity. It's fun to tease someone like him, don't you think? The reaction every time is priceless. [Y/N] had recently met Morpheus here. She's still getting to know The Endless. (×)

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cyantomatos · 2 years

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In Your Dreams

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x f!reader Word Count: 1.9k Summary: Morpheus finds out something you have tried very hard to hide. Notes: Aaaaah I’m branching out because this man has taken over my brain and filled it with worms for the last few months. Apologies for the deviation from my normal characters, but I never claimed to be consistent 😅

“So, when are you going to tell him.”

You look up from your book at the talking raven with a confused frown. “Tell who what, Matthew?”

Matthew scoffs, or at least as close as he can get to the sound and movement in a bird body, hopping a few spaces closer across the library table. “When are you going to tell You Know Who how you feel about him?”

You roll your eyes, carefully closing the book that you’d had open. “Matthew-”

“No, no, I’m tired of watching the two of you dance around whatever this is. You may not be able to see it, but Morpheus-”

“Morpheus sees me as at best a friend, and at worst a short-lived annoyance.” You give the raven a pointed look, ignoring how he puffs up and ruffles his feathers in annoyance at your response. “We’ve had this conversation before, Matthew, and my answer is always going to be the same.”

You get up from the library window seat you’d been perched on for the last few hours, gathering up the books scattered across the table. Lucienne might have let you have free-reign of the books in the library, but you were going to clean up after yourself.

“I don’t understand why you won’t just listen to me on this, I know the boss, I know what I’m talking about.”

Shaking your head you shoot the raven a small smile, turning towards the tall shelves. “Yes, Matthew, you know him. But you’re also sentimental, and I think your personal feelings are getting in the way here. You’re seeing things you want to see because you want your friends to be happy. And I appreciate that, I do, but it’s not real.”

You slot a book into an empty space on the shelf, Matthew hopping along behind you. “Morpheus lets me hang out here because I don’t cause trouble and he can learn more about humans without having to go out into the waking world. And because you and Lucienne like having me around.”

“Yea, but-”

“I’m human, Matthew, and not a particularly interesting human at that. I’ve got the lifespan of a fly compared to him, and I’m probably just as annoying as a fly sometimes.” You slotted books into their places as you walked, briefly wishing you’d grabbed one of the wheeled carts that were scattered around the library. At least then Matthew would have had somewhere to sit.

“I think-”

“You think things that aren’t true, Matthew. I’m lucky Dream sees me as something like a friend in the first place, considering how well that went over with Hob. I’m not going to ruin that by confessing stupid human emotions to him. I don’t want to lose the Dreaming and the friends I’ve made here.”

“You-”

“Matthew…” You let out a sigh, slotting the last book into place. “I appreciate it, I do, but-” As you speak you turn towards the talking bird, and suddenly understand why he kept trying to interrupt you.

Morpheus stands a few rows down with a shocked expression on his face, eyes wide and mouth slightly open like he’d intended to say something. You freeze, staring at him in horror as a creeping sense of dread settles over you. Below you Matthew nervously hops towards you, ducking his head. “I did try to tell you.”

The two of you stare at each other for a moment, a heavy silence settling over the library. Your thoughts are racing too fast for you to keep track of, but you finally settle on one;

You have to get out of here.

You take a step back just as he steps forward, and the movement sends a bolt of panic down your spine. The adrenaline combined with your sheer panic is enough to convince your body you need out of the ‘dream’ you’re in, and you’re suddenly pulled out of the Dreaming and into your body.

You sit bolt upright in bed, adrenaline still flowing through you. It takes a moment for you to process the change in scenery, but as soon as you do you’re frantically climbing out of bed. Morpheus knows where you live, you’d shown him your small apartment months ago, and it’s only a matter of time before he gets over his shock and turns up here.

The sound of sand swirling around your living room chases you out the door, shoes and phone in hand.

It takes you a while to decide what you’re doing. Once the panic wears off, all you're left with is dread and a general sense of trying your best not to cry. You probably look insane wandering around in your pajamas, but you can’t find it in yourself to care.

Eventually you end up in a park, settling on a bench tucked back into some trees. You hope the cover means Matthew can’t find you, giving you more time to think.

It seems you were wrong, because within only a few minutes you hear a caw from one of the high branches, and seconds later sand swirls across the grass a short distance away. As soon as Morpheus appears, brows furrowed as he watches you cautiously, Matthew jumps off the branch and glides away.

When you tense, ready to bolt again, Morpheus holds up a hand. “Please, don’t run again.”

It’s not the request that gets you to stay. It’s the ‘please’.

You watch him warily as he steps closer, every bone in your body screaming to run. You know this isn’t going to end well, you know his history and how he is with humans that try to get close, and you’re terrified to see how he reacts to this.

As he steps closer, however, you realize you don’t see the anger or indignation you were expecting. Instead, he looks…sad?

He stops a few feet away from you, just watching you for a moment like he’s afraid you’ll still bolt. When you don’t, he shuffles to the side, settling on the bench beside you.

There’s a moment of silence, and then, “Were you…afraid of me?”

It’s like something breaks in you. You let out a strangled laugh that you’re sure sounds half mad, dropping your head into your hands. “Yes, Morpheus. I was scared. I still am.” You look up, nearly faltering at the devastated look on his face. “I know how you reacted to Hob daring to think you were friends. How do you think I might assume you would react to a human daring to fall for Dream of the fucking Endless, despite the fact that I had no say in it. Is it really so astonishing I might be afraid of how you would react?"

You drop your head into your hands again, unable to handle the sight of him looking at you like that. Like you’ve just personally stabbed him in the heart and twisted the blade for good measure.

“I wouldn’t…I would never hurt you.” He’s almost whispering, and you can’t help but scoff.

“I didn’t think you would hurt me, but you didn’t hurt Hob, either. You just left him thinking he’d lost his only friend for over a hundred years.” It’s a low blow, you know that, especially considering such a large chunk of that wasn’t his fault. You sigh, pressing the heels of your hands into your eyes, colorful sparks filling the darkness of your vision. “I couldn’t risk losing...any of it. Matthew, Lucienne, the Dreaming…you. It wasn’t worth risking all of that, not even close to worth it.”

The backs of your eyes burn, and you let out a shaky laugh. “I’ve probably lost it all now anyway, now that you know.”

The silence stretches out between the two of you, taught and fragile, like even it is waiting for something to happen.

You nearly jump out of your skin when his fingers brush your skin, wrapping loosely around your wrist. He tugs, gently, pulling your hand away from your eye. You open the one free eye, watching in some combination of dread and amazement as his hand slides into yours, long fingers twining with yours.

“I am…sorry. For making you believe you needed to hide from me.” You tilt your head, free hand still holding your head up as you look at him with wide eyes. He’s watching you warily, a myriad of emotions written across his face, and it makes your heart ache just to look at him.

He swallows, hard, and breaks eye contact, dropping his gaze to your entangled fingers. “I am aware of just how badly I failed Hob, and I am…trying, to make amends for how I acted in the past. With him and with others. Allowing you to visit the library and more of the Dreaming than most humans have access to was part of that, at the start, but it…” He pauses, letting out a shaky breath, “It became more than that. I look forward to seeing you there, now, and I hadn’t realized how badly I have apparently failed to show that.”

Morpheus squeezes your hand, more of a comfort to himself than you, you suspect, and glances up at you. “I would not have been upset to learn of your feelings. I am not upset. Not when they are more than I ever dared to hope you would feel for me. Not when you are not alone in those feelings.”

You’ve been shocked before in your life. Surprise birthday parties, a better grade on your test than you expected, a puppy for Christmas. None of that, none of it, compares to the shock of learning that Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, reciprocates your feelings.

You stare at him for a moment, long enough to become aware of just how long you’re staring. You blink, and then blink a few more times, sitting up straight like it’ll help you think.

“I’m sorry…what?”

Morpheus blushes, blushes, pink dusting his cheeks and creeping down his neck. He ducks his head like he’s trying to hide, although he refuses to drop your hand. “I was unsure of how to tell you.”

You can’t help it. You start giggling, tilting your head back to look up at the canopy of trees above you. It feels like a weights been lifted off you. A big, stupid, ironic weight. This whole time you’d been worried for nothing.

You giggle for probably longer than you should, the fear and panic from the last couple hours draining away and leaving you feeling giddy. When you finally tilt your head Morpheus is watching you, a small smile on his face that you suddenly desperately want to kiss now that you know you can.

You still hesitate, grin faltering as your eyes flicker from his lips up to meet his gaze. He reaches over, free hand cupping your cheek. “I am sorry, for making you think you needed to be afraid of me.”

Leaning forward you press your face against his shoulder, suddenly unable to handle the emotions shining in his eyes. “S’okay. It was mostly me assuming, anyway.”

You feel his lips press against your temple and tilt your head back, dizzy with how close his face is to yours. “You can make it up to me, though. If you’re really sorry.”

He grins, beautiful and devastating, and strokes a thumb over your cheek. “How would you like me to do that?”

It’s your turn to grin as your eyes flicker down to his lips and then back up to those star-bright eyes. “I’ll think of something, I’m sure.”

#Dream of the Endless #Morpheus #Morpheus x f!reader #Dream of the Endless x f!reader #the sandman fanfic #The Sandman

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visionsofmagic · 2 years

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⎯ I missed you.

[masterlist]

྾ pairing: Morpheus [aka dream of the endless, & sandman] x f!human!reader

྾྾ summary: after disappearing for over a century, Morpheus finally get his freedom again. as he takes his sand back he begins to find you, his beloved girlfriend or was at least, who has given a gift from him, a stone that stops aging like endless. however, everything turn into ashes as he sees your new life, with someone else.

྾྾྾ word count: 3.6k

྾྾྾྾ explanation: requested by an anonymous: “Still with you or treat you better with Morpheus x human reader. Chose any of these two songs bc I’m confused and I must this idea is quite interesting”. After reading this request I wanted to use both of them because they will work so good together! I hope you will like it! songs that used; treat you better by shawn mendes and still with you by jungkook from bts. thank you so much for your request dear anonymous! <3 I hope you and other readers will like this. <3

྾྾྾྾྾ warnings: a little of my own imagination [especially with this particular stone that helps person to not age at all], not comic related. angst, dream being angry & jealous, original character, cursing (just one), rough kissing, protective manner, lots of tears, fluff, misunderstanding.

We laugh together, we cry together. These simple feelings were everything I had. When will it be? If I see you again, I will look into your eyes. And say, "I missed you”

I know I can treat you better than he can. And any girl like you deserves a gentleman. Tell me, why are we wasting time. On all your wasted crying. When you should be with me instead?

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Dream was captured by Roderick Burgess on June 10, 1916. He had spent for over a century, in a glass, like a bird. Each passing time in that glass changed him. Thoughts, manners, and sympathy towards human were some of these changes in his character. Being humiliated by a mere human, not being able to move freely at all and making people suffer unintentionally because of this mere human’s own greed and hunger for power affected him, more than he expected.

However, not for a second, his love for his beloved human didn’t change. He started to find humans irritating creatures, just seeking for power and glory. Indeed, he felt anger towards them but not for you. Not even a little bit. Love in his heart for you didn’t extinguished. Contrast, it even increased because of realizing how much he missed you, how much he needed you and how many nights he found peace in his memories you two had.

You were belonged to each other. You were the reason why he kept hope in humanity. You were the most precious thing he had in his realm. In some certain days, he visited you in your dreams, sometimes with making his presence known to, on other times, being hidden to give you peace and seeing your peaceful face. Even if you asked him to do not control your own dreams, not turning them to good ones for all the time, he surely didn’t listen you. He didn’t want to see you suffering because of dreams you had, because of him.

He thought times you had together in his realms and in your world. Every time you laughed he put them in imaginary bottles to not forget them. Every time you cried on his shoulders, he promised you to be on your sides for eternity. Every time you kissed, he found himself tasting the sweetest flour of the whole realms. And every time you had intimate moments, he kept telling himself how he wanted to hold you inside his arms forever.

He even gave you a stone which he created with his own power in order to deign you an endless life. With this stone you wouldn’t die. You would be on his side for ever. It took him nearly 5 years to make you use this stone. You kept telling him how this was unfair for other people and it was totally against of your own human life. You didn’t want it. You thought there were other people who deserved the stone, not you. Your delicate heart touched his own one, if he had one. He knew if he really had a heart, physically, he would give it to you without thinking twice to make you live more.

After his confess about this whole situation, you accepted to wear it. That day, he was the happiest endless.

And today, he was the saddest.

He watched how his heart, you, was laughing with another man. Your laughs belonged to him. He was the one that you felt this happy with. He should be the one that stand on your side, not a random guy whose presence was nothing more except anger and pain.

How you could be happy if he wasn’t on your side? How long he had been gone to make you find happiness with someone else? Did you forget the love you held with him?

As painful questions kept traveling in his mind over and over again, he couldn’t help but making his dark presence noticed by you.

Eyes that spreading light, still, met with his now darkened ones due to feeling an unknown emotion in his chest. What was it, jealousy? No, he was not someone that can be jealous by a mere human’s presence. Not at all.

He saw how your face expression’s changed in a second. Firstly shock and confusion hit you. Then, sudden realization about who you were looking at. Lastly, some unreadable expressions filled your pretty face. He couldn’t name your emotions, changed in a second so fast, because of focusing more on the man’s hands travelling on your hands. Anger was filling each part of his internal body. Hands that missed to touch you turned to fists.

Even if he wanted to get closer to you, he stayed where he was, on the other side of the road, right in front of the café where you were in. He wanted to see your reaction first. He wanted to see your choice; acting like you didn’t see him at all or picking another option.

He was patient with you. He didn’t move at all ‘till you got your senses, understanding the situation. Then, he saw how you said something to other man who was looking at you in confusion, then to Morpheus. His blue eyes met with Morpheus’ dark colored ones. Morpheus’ attention turned from his eyes to you. That’s was when he realized how you rushed to leave café. Your body full of beauty appeared on his sight again as you left the café.

People were blurry for both of you. His eyes were focused on you while you nearly run towards him, passing some people and cars by risking your own life. He would tell you how reckless your action is normally but not now. He needed you to run to him. He waited so patiently ‘till you crossed the same floor that he stood on, opening your arms widely, and hugging him by his neck strongly, like he was your savior.

Your body’s warmth met with his cold one. His hands stayed on his sides, not making a move to hug you back. Even if you could feel his dark aura, you didn’t seem to mind. Hands stayed on his neck after stepping a little step to back to meet with his face, hurt tone that stayed in your voice that he didn’t hear for a long time. “Morpheus –“ Both of you felt sudden pain on your chests, you for finally being able to call him again and he for finally hearing the most beautiful voice, calling his name. How he missed to hear his own name that came from out of your mouth.

“I – You – How –“ You couldn’t keep going. With shaking voice and hands, tears began to fall from your eyes. They were real. He knew it. However, he couldn’t tell why you were crying, for you or him. Maybe both at the same time. His anger was no longer a barrier between you after seeing these tears. His hands immediately held your face, catching every tear from falling to your cheeks.

“I – I can’t –“

“I know.” This time it was your turn to feel heavy due to hearing his voice.

You touched his face with your soft hands. They travelled from here to there on his face. Then, hands began to touch more; hair, neck, shoulders, and arms. As hands stopped on his messy hair, you said, “God, Morpheus,” You tried to stop crying, “I – I missed you so much!”

Then you hugged him again. And finally, he hugged you back.

People kept walking pass from them, still blurry. In that moment, neither of them thought something else except each other. Their bodies melted with each other’s warm touches. His coldness was already warming thanks to feeling you inside his arms, finally.

Oh, how he missed you too.

‘ ‘ ‘

“Good evening Ms. Hedy.”

You put a smile on your face as entered the apartment you lived in. One of the neighbors, Ms. Hedy who liked you like you were her own daughter she never had, was leaving the apartment at that moment. Her eyes looked you, then to Morpheus with a clear curiosity.

“Good evening to you my little girl,” If only she’d knew how older you were, you thought. “Who is this pretty gentleman?”

You smiled widely, pointing Morpheus who was keeping his silence, “He is Morpheus –“

“Oh, is this the gentleman you were talking about?” She closed their gaps a little to study Morpheus’ face more, “Hello there young man,” She smiled warmly, “Y/n talked so much about you,” She turned to you, whispering like Morpheus were not there at all, “I can see why you have such a love for this gentleman, my little girl. He is good one.”

Morpheus turned to you after lady’s confession, making your cheeks turn to color of pink instantly. “Ms. Hedy!”

“All right, all right. I will leave now but visit me tomorrow.” She pointed Morpheus, “We have so many things to talk.”

Then she left with a little chuckle. You tried to act like this didn’t happen. Morpheus followed behind as you walked towards your house on the second floor of the apartment. Silence between you stayed ‘till both of you entered the house, a place no one to disturb. There were only you now. Hot feelings began to rise in your chest. Tickles on your neck and palms made you realize he was real. Morpheus was real and he was in your house.

You pointed couch for him to sit. As he sat down finally, you began to walk from left to right in front of him. Love you held in your heart, soul and body was like a phoenix. After seeing him, this phoenix came back to life again with its ashes. After a really long time, you felt alive. Yes, so many questions were distracting you from the world but every gaze he gave to you made you focus on him instead these questions. They would be answered sooner. However, he could disappear suddenly. This fear made you sick.

“How – I mean – How –“ You tried to start a conversation, but words weren’t coming from your mouth. There were so many different feelings at the same time, hard to carry.

Morpheus who is only one can understand you fully without you saying any word, nodded slowly, “I was going to send back a nightmare to my realm that had left it without permission.” Your tensed body didn’t unnoticed by him. “This man, called as Roderick Burgess, captured me to seek power he desired so much.” His voice was filled with anger. As he kept telling his story slowly with a little information, you couldn’t help but kneel down in front of him. Your hands touched his kneecaps, your head rested on his left thigh. Your sudden closeness made you two become silence for a certain moment.

Even if a hundred, maybe more, years passed since the last time you both shared a touch, it didn’t feel like it. Indeed, you felt so lonely, so much pain in these years that felt like eternity, but now, it looked like years past so quickly. Like there was no pain in your body now. However, there was. There had to be. So many years without him changed you. You weren’t the same woman with so much happiness and joy. Without him, the world seemed as hell.

“I am so sorry.” You touched his cheek, caressing it. “I am so sorry that I couldn’t save you.”

“Why?” You knew what he was referring to with this question; why you didn’t come, why didn’t you try more.

“He said –“ You tried to speak, taking your hand back, looking anywhere except his heart breaking face, “He said you were dead.”

“Corinthian?”

“Is this his name?”

He nodded, “He’s the nightmare who escaped from my realm.”

His memories flashed in your memory, making your hands shake. Morpheus held them immediately, “Did he hurt you?”

You shook your head, negatively, “No. Surprisingly. He just said you were that and I could give him the stone.” You looked the necklace on your neck. “I escaped somehow. I think he let me go. To play mickey and kitty game, I suppose.” You looked at him again, “He is bad. He is so bad.”

Empathy filled his face. Iceberg in his heart already began to melt thanks to your presence. It was just an hour together but you already began to affect him in better ways. Wounds on his soul, if he had one, were healing. You were his cure.

“I tried to see a dream or even a nightmare. I tried to access to your realm but there was none. It was like everything left with you.” You chest’s heaviness increased with each confess, “If I could get in touch with Lucienne, things would be better.” You touched his face with both of your hands, “You would be better. I am so sorry.”

“It’s okay.” It wasn’t. “I appreciate your efforts.”

He both sounded genuine and sarcastic at the same time. Your face show how much this made you confused. Was he thinking you didn’t try enough?

“I tried, Morpheus.” You stood up, “I fucking tried but there was no way for me to get in touch with you.” You turned your back to him, whispering yourself more, “There was no way.” Tears began to fall. “You were gone.”

After a long silence, he stood up too. Thanks to his now calmer aura you felt on your back, you came to your senses.

He asked, “Who was he?”

That’s was when you remembered Robert, your current best friend that you left in your favorite café a hour ago with a sudden explanation how you saw an old friend after a long time. He said it was okay and let you go. You knew his feelings about you, love as he told, but you were already in love. With no one other than Dream Lord’s himself.

“He is a friend of mine. He does magic.” You spoke with only truth, “We met when I was seeking powerful magician to help me.”

“When?”

“25 years ago.” You turned to him, “He is using magic to slowing down aging.”

“Apparently.” That was all Morpheus told before a raven’s mouth’s tip your window. You opened it immediately, realizing this was another raven that you saw on Morpheus’ side.

Without using its power to fly, raven just took some steps towards you, looking curiously, then, to Morpheus, “Man, it was so hard to find this place. Why you left so suddenly?”

Morpheus looked annoyed, “I told you to not follow me.”

“Yes, I hear this a lot today but what difference it makes? None.”

You chuckled how this raven had encourage to talk with Morpheus in this way. Your chuckle made him turned to your direction, tilting its head to right to study you.

“Y/n.” You said, “His girl –“ You fixed, “One of his old friends.” You didn’t know if Morpheus still felt love in his heart for you, so, it was better to call yourself as an old friend.

“Matthew, my lady.”

You smiled, “How gentleman you are Mr. Matthew the raven. Pleasure to meet you.”

His wings raised a little to greet you, “The pleasure is mine.”

You turned to annoyed Morpheus, feeling real happiness today, “He is cute. You should be friend with him.”

His arrogant face didn’t leave; instead, he just changed the subject.

“This friend of yours –“

“Robert.”

“Robert.” He stopped for a second, “Are you two –“

You immediately shook your head, “No, no.” You took a deep breath, “We are just friends, Morpheus.”

“It didn’t look like it.” His anger was rising.

“What are you trying to say?” You felt anger inside too. Was he really thinking you were in love with another man?

The moment he left his mouth to say something, a knock came from door, hinting you there was someone to visit you at this hour of evening. You wondered who this unexpected visitor was, quickly opened it, not reliving inside that much to the visitor.

However, as you see Robert’s concerned face, you surprised. Right now, you were talking about him and you saw how Morpheus felt irritation with his presence on your life. This is going to be bad, you thought as you tried to put a smile on your surprised face, “Robert?” You could feel Morpheus piercing eyes on your back, “What are you doing here?”

He shrugged, “I wanted to see you are okay.” He tried to look inside, which was covered with your body.

“Of course I am okay. What wouldn’t I?”

“Because you left so quickly with this man and I thought –“

“What did you thought?” Morpheus’ strong hold on your door opened it suddenly, reliving his face to Robert who looked surprised at how this strange man was in your apartment. You weren’t someone who was taking many people to your apartment as he knew thanks to 25 years you spent together.

Morpheus tall body was right behind you, covering yours with his stronger posture. You could feel his chest on your back, alerting you to how angry he was.

“Hello,” Robert tried to act cool with him, “I am Robert. Y/n’s friend.”

Morpheus kept his silence.

Robert’s hand rested on his back hair, “I just wanted to see my friend is okay.”

You spoke, “I am Robert. Don’t worry.” You pointed Morpheus, “He is Morpheus.”

Sudden realization appeared on Robert’s face. From what you saw, he felt sadness too. After all, Morpheus was the one who your heart belonged to.

“Oh,” He nodded, “I see.” Put a smile on his face, “Then, I should leave you two alone.” You smiled as well. You would definitely hug him if Morpheus saw him not as enemy, but a friend. “I am glad you are back, Dream Lord.”

He then left without any other word. You really felt bad for him but you promised yourself that you would gain his heart again, as a friend of course.

After closing the door, you looked at Morpheus, turning to his direction but keeping your closeness. You wanted to say something but after being in this close with him, chest to chest, head to head, words became blurry on your head. You already forget where you was, what time was it, and what happened a minute ago.

Now, it was just him. Him only.

Heavy feelings made their places knowledgeable again. However, you felt good emotions too; peace, happiness and love at its highest. So many years past. So many years with his absence. However, your love for him didn’t decrease even a little bit. Instead, it increased each day. With each passing day, you saw how your world was meaningful with his presence on it. You weren’t someone to rely on someone else but he was different. He was Dream Lord, Endless. He was the Sandman. Mostly, he was Morpheus. Your Morpheus. He was meant everything for you. The moment you met with him in his own realm, you knew how he would took your soul at his own as well as your heart. They were no longer yours only, they were his too. Like his soul and heart were also yours.

“Y/n,” He said, weakly. After a long pause, in which he had so many emotions on his eyes that you loved to look, he said, finally, “I missed you.”

That was the last thing that made you lose control. That was the last thing you remembered as your lips met with his. With great hunger, lust and love, you began to kiss like it was the last time you would kiss freely. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t. All you knew was with each kiss you both would share; you would kiss like it was your last.

His cold lips’ warmed with yours, his hands on your waist, yours on his neck, pulling him close. You didn’t care that you needed air to breath after this kiss. You just simply enjoyed it without thinking at all. Morpheus’ lips were the sweetest liquor and you were going to drink all of it.

He took two steps to forward, making your back meet with your now closed door. In seconds your lips were departed, you took a deep breath only to meet with his lips again. Hunger, lust and love were rising. His hands were travelling on your body as well yours on his. This was going to be a night in which you would make love to each other like past times. You wouldn’t stop ‘till daylight. So many things would happen until you both show how much you missed one another. This night was going to be a long one.

He broke the kiss for a moment to say, “You know, I can treat you better than anyone else. Right?”

First, you were too drunk thanks to his lips and intense warmth to understand what he was referring to. Then, you realized. A smile appeared on your face, “Are you jealous, Dream Lord?”

He looked angry, “Me?” He kissed you passionately, “Never.” He began to kiss your neck, saying, “I just wanted to make you realize that there isn’t a single creature that gives you what you deserve.” He even bite your neck a little bit, sending vibration to your core. “I am the only one.”

A moan escaped from your mouth as he placed his hands on your lower part, suddenly, with a great but gentle power, “I am the only one for you, Y/n.”

You tried to nod, “You are Morpheus.” You kissed his lips again, “You are the only one for me. For the whole eternity.”

And this was the last logical thing came out of your mouth that night.

Morpheus finally was there, with you. And you knew how he would take his whole revenge from these years you spent separately, which you would accept with such joy.

love, rose <3

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melancholypancakes · 1 year

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Y/n = Your name

F/n = Friend name

*Y/n having a conversation with F/n about her lover Dream*

F/n: you can’t be serious the emo guy? Really? I thought you were better than this.

Y/n: First of all, he’s not emo and he’s actually really sweet…

F/n: “Sweet?!” He looks like a creep and he’s brooding definitely depressed emo vibes girl.

Y/n: F/n you’re being silly. Sure he’s a a loner but he’s really a romantic when he’s with me. He brings me flowers and greets me everyday with wonderful…dates.

F/n: Are you sure he’s not just using you for Dark evil intentions? Not thinking of hurting you or respects you-

Y/n: How dare you?! Of course not! Dream loves me he wouldn’t imagine hurting me and has no Evil intentions with me. Our relationship is nothing like that!

*Y/n smiles just thinking about her lover*

Y/n: he’s so loving and kind towards me, considerate of my feelings, cares about my well-being and takes me on marvelous dates…he’s not a bad guy he’s just lonely.

*F/n is shock that Y/n really serious about this brooding man*

F/n: Wow…you must really love this guy huh?

Y/n: yeah….it might be cheesy but he’s the one for me and I think he feels the same about me.

*Y/n smiles lovey dovey just thinking about Dream*

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f0rever15elf · 1 year

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Lucidity

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x F!Reader Rating: G Word Count: 8,470 Warnings: food mention, no y/n, death mention, no beta

Summary: An enigma of a dreamer is called to Dream’s attention, and she has something to teach him about what it really means to be human.

A/N: Yes, I’m still alive haha. I know it’s been a long time since I posted, and I’m sorry about that. I had this idea a couple of months ago and finally got it finished. I love this series so much, I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it.

Masterlist | Ao3

Humans. Frail, fleeting creatures. Their existence is but a blip, some eighty or so years, on average. Not even a century. And yet, they live. Perhaps it is the fleeting amount of time they have to walk in the Waking World that lets them live as they do, some without fear and regret and others still with desperation to never die. They live and they love and they laugh and they sing and dance and grieve and weep. And it is beautiful.

And Dream of the Endless bears witness to it all.

The whole of existence's unconsciousness is born within him. A swirling maelstrom of emotions ranging from hatred to infatuation, from complacency to unbridled rage. He feels it all in the center of his existence, and he uses it. He uses it to paint the dreams and the nightmares of every creature. He is a teacher, ultimately, revealing the challenges that must be faced for one to grow in this world. Nightmares channel fears, and every creature has them. No living soul goes without a night of terror at some point in their fleeting lives. That is… until her.

“My Lord.” Dream’s hand freezes in midair, his pause indication to speak. The librarian folds her hands behind her back, polite as ever. “I believe you will want to see this.”

His head turns slightly towards Lucien, curiosity piqued. “See what, exactly, Lucien?”

“A dreamer. One who in her three decades of life has never once been successfully visited by a nightmare.”

Dream’s hand twitches, and the partially completed corporialization dissolves. “What do you mean ‘never’? All mortals are visited at one point or another.” His coat swishes behind him as he turns sending embers trailing behind him as he approaches his librarian and friend. “It is impossible that in thirty years time she has yet to face one of my nightmares.”

Lucien lifts her chin and pulls back her shoulders, looking up at her Lord. He’s defensive again, bristled as he usually gets when he feels control slipping, as if he has something to prove. “Perhaps you should see her for yourself, my Lord.” Dark eyes that flicker with the energy of the whole cosmos behind them size her up and down before he nods. The librarian turns on her heel without another word, Dream of the Endless close behind her.

It’s to Fiddler’s Green where she leads him. The breeze is warm and soft as it tickles across his face, caressing through his toussled hair. And with it comes a gentle melody in a voice as soft as satin. Lucien turns to face her master, nodding towards the young woman sitting in the middle of the field. “Several other dreams have told me about her, so I looked for her in our records. She’s been visited by nearly every dream and nightmare in your kingdom, my Lord, but never once has a nightmare completed its tasking.”

“What of her records from the Waking World?” he rumbles, eyes transfixed on the anomaly currently playing with one of his newer dreams. “Fears, trauma, regrets, guilt… Anything at all?”

“Nothing, sir. Nothing as simple as the dark nor as complex as death troubles her. Every decision she has made, she has accepted with grace and not a thread of guilt clouds her heart. There is, plainly speaking, nothing for nightmares to adhere to. There is no need for them in her dreams.” Lucien looks back to the woman now laying in the grass, laughing as she holds up the small, fluffy dream above her. “She’s an anomaly. An enigma. I’ve never seen anything like her in all of my time in the Dreaming.”

“Mmm.” He waits for a moment, watching, before beginning to make his way towards her. But then she sits up, grass and leaves in her hair and he is struck for a moment by how beautiful freedom looks on her that he freezes mid stride. And then she tilts her head as if deep in thought, and turns to look at him. Her face is curious for a moment, eyes wide as she takes him in with all the openness of a child seeing stars falling to earth for the first time. Then, her lips part and she smiles and something deep inside of Morpheus clenches. It feels as though the air has been torn from his lungs and he is overcome, unused to being seen in dreams unless he wills it. And so, with a borderline frantic wave of his hand, he dissolves the dream, the young woman vanishing from his realm to leave only the echo of her melody on Fiddler’s Green’s gentle breeze.

“Forgive my saying so, my Lord, but that seemed a bit of an overreaction.”

Morpheous’ coat flutters softly on the dream’s breeze as he collects himself for a moment, turning back to face his librarian. “I did not allow myself to be seen by her.”

Lucienne’s brow furrows, her head tilting as she brings her hands to fold in front of her. “You were not visible to her? But she looked directly at you.”

“I know.” Dream looks back over his shoulder, the little, newly born dream sniffing the ground where she sat only moments before. “I have no idea how she managed to see me so clearly.”

“Shall I look into her records, my Lord?”

“...Yes. Anything you can find on her. Do not rule out meddling from my siblings.” Morpheous turns, gliding past Lucienne soundlessly. “Desire has already shown their willingness to meddle in my affairs. There is no telling to what lengths they will go to inspire what they see as my downfall.”

“As you wish, my Lord.”

Days pass, and the Lord of the Dreaming keeps himself busy, wrapped in his work constructing new dreams and nightmares, sending them off on their maiden visits to the unconsciousness of humanity. He is more productive now than he has been in centuries, churning out his new creations at a borderline frantic pace all whilst Lucienne pours over tome after tome about the young woman in the field. And at the end of nearly a week of constant study she finds… nothing. Nothing outside of the norm, that is. She has a mother and a father, both of whom still walk in the Waking World. No siblings to speak of. She’s had several dogs and a cat through her life, and a gold fish named Blue at one point, which met a fateful end all too soon. She’s had her successes and her failures, has her dreams and desires. But the one thing pointedly missing are her fears. Not that she doesn’t feel fear, no she very clearly feels it, but there is nothing...lingering. Nothing to cause the birth of a nightmare, nothing to promote a change that she is unwilling to face. And that… that is the only oddity the studious librarian can seem to find.

“That’s impossible.”

Lucienne sighs, looking to the ground for a moment before looking back to her Lord, his attention on the animated glass panes of the throne room. “Clearly it isn’t, because she exists and is once again in Fiddler’s Green. It’s where she has gone every time sleep takes her, my Lord, almost as if she is purposefully choosing it.”

“That, too, is impossible.” Morpheus turns, brow pinched and lips parted as he moves towards his second in command. “The only ones able to control the Dreaming are myself and a vortex. And she is neither.”

“Nor is she a child of the Endless. She is just… a human. Plain and simple.”

“If my time among them has taught me anything, Lucienne, it is that humans are far from simple.”

“Then what shall you have us do, my Lord?”

Dream raises his head, looking out towards the entryway as he ponders his next move. “Matthew.”

“Yeah, boss?”

Morpheus turns to face his throne, ebony raven perched on the armrest. “I need you to watch her in the Waking World.”

“Uh, yeah, I can do that. But what am I looking for exactly?” The raven ruffles his feathers, hopping towards the end of the arm rest.

“Anything out of the ordinary.”

“Because that narrows it right down,” Matthew mutters before beating his wings, on his way to follow orders. Morpheus watches him go before turning back towards his thrown, beginning to climb the stone stairs without another word.

Lucienne watches him go for a moment before she speaks again. “My Lord, if I may.” Dream pauses, turning to face the librarian again. “Perhaps it would be better to speak to her directly, in one of her dreams.” A flicker of doubt dances across the brow of the King of Dreams. “Rather than dancing around the matter, perhaps speaking to her directly is the best course of action. After all, she can already see you.”

“Thank you, Lucienne.” It’s final, dismissive, but not unkind. The Librarian sighs with a smile and nods before turning on her heel and taking her exit, leaving Dream alone with his many, many thoughts.

~~~

She’s back again, laying in the gently waving fields of Fiddler’s Green as other dreams flit around her. Her voice dances on the breeze, pleasant in the King of Dream’s ears as he stands on the fringe of the dream, watching. Matthew’s vigil revealed nothing save for a happy woman, content in her life and her relationships, leaving Dream all the more curious of her. In all his centuries, he’d yet to meet someone so utterly… content. Even Hob was occasionally plagued by nightmares and turmoil, though his love of life never diminished. But this woman… she is something else entirely. Something that even with the whole of human unconsciousness within him, he has yet to see.

“Are you just going to linger like a wraith or are you going to join us?” Dream blinks, jolting from his swirling thoughts to see her standing in front of him. Her eyes are bright and her smile warm as she looks up at him and every single thought that bubbles inside of his being freezes. “You don’t have to be a stranger.”

“How is it you can see me?”

Her head tilts in confusion, as if he had just asked her how it is she can breathe. “Should I not be able to?” She sizes him up and down. “Your choice of wardrobe sticks out a bit against the green. If you’re going for camouflage, you’re pretty bad at it.”

“She’s got you there, boss.” Morpheus blinks, looking up at his infuriating raven perched on a branch overheard.

“Enough of this.” With a wave of his hand, the woman before him dissolves, her laughter the only thing lingering on the breeze as he sends her back once more to the Waking World.

“That’s not how you make friends, boss.”

“I have no intention of making friends, Matthew.” He turns, his cloak billowing behind him as he makes his way from the Green. The bird takes flight, coming to land on Morpheus’ shoulder. “My only intention is to know how a member of humanity has managed to escape the grasp of my nightmares.”

“Hard to do that if you keep waking her up before you even ask her anything.” The scathing side-eye Dream of the Endless casts towards his raven would chill the most hardened of men to the bone, and the raven adjusts himself nervously on his perch.

“Continue your watch over her. Bring back anything of interest.”

The raven sighs, dropping his head for just a moment before spreading his wings and taking flight on his way back to the Waking Wold, muttering to himself about his clueless boss.

It’s been weeks since Matthew began his vigil, and Morpheus has not once set foot into the dreams of the young woman. The first day the little bird returned from his watch, he had been in a frenzy. The woman had recognized him and greeted him with a smile as she walked to the grocery store. Truly a feat given that humans have trouble telling crows and ravens apart, not to even begin considering a dream in the shape of a raven. She fed him and talked to him the whole time, not even remotely concerned by the people watching her as if she was crazy.

“I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as nice as her.”

Morpheus hums, turning the page of the book resting on his lap. “Anything strange in her conversation that stands out as odd?”

“Can’t you see her too? You know, the whole ‘whatever you see, I see’ shtick you always tell me when you send me on these recon missions?” Morpheus freezes mid page-turn, but doesn’t look up. Yes. Yes, he had seen it all through the raven’s eyes, and the whole day had a strange, heavy stone sitting squarely in his gut. The raven sighs and shakes his head. “No, nothing out of the ordinary for a young woman, boss. Just a happy, nice lady.”

“I see. Thank you Matthew.”

The raven hums, somewhat disgruntled before taking off to go find Lucienne for a better conversational partner.

“Who are you…?” Dream whispers, closing the book on his lap before look up towards the arching ceilings of the throne room, peering off into the swirling expanse of dreams above him.

The days continue on and each day Morpheus does his best to ignore the link between himself and Matthew as the raven dutifully continues his watch. She’s befriended the little bird, opening her bedroom window for him the moment she wakes up. Her voice is lovely in the back of his mind as she chatters away with his companion. Oh the stories she has to tell, always something new. And then the day comes to a close and Matthew returns to recount his favorite parts of the day to the King of Dreams. With every story the raven tells, that stone settles more and more solidly in Morpheus’ gut, and he doesn’t understand it. He doesn’t understand how a mortal has such a hold on him to where the Master of All Dreams himself dreams of being in his raven’s place.

“And where will you be going, My Lord?” Lucienne catches him as he is making his way out the entryway of the throne room. “Finally off to see our little mystery dreamer again?”

“She has been visiting the Dreaming every night. And every night, it is Fiddler’s Green she finds. No human should be able to choose where it is in my realm they appear.”

“Will you speak with her this time, my Lord?” Lucienne folds her hand behind her back, lifting her chin. Matthew had been keeping her in the loop on everything to do with this nightmareless dreamer. And the reactions of the Dream Lord to the stories the newest companion to the Endless would bring back with him. She knew it was only a matter of time before Morpheous’ curiosity won out and he approached the mortal, but he had lasted longer than she had originally anticipated.

“Do you doubt my methods, Lucienne?” There’s an almost playful edge to his tone and Lucienne laughs out one breathy laugh.

“Not at all, sir. Though sometimes I do question your madness.” She nods to her friend before turning to return to the library. “Try not to scare the poor thing.”

Morpheus scoffs as he watches his librarian retreat before leaving the palace, making his way back to the Green. Sure as the day is long, her voice floats on the breeze once more from her leisurely lounging against a giant willow. Gault sits beside her, wings fluttering every so often as she listens to the song. But then her song stops, and those bright eyes open and land directly on him, as if she could sense his presence the moment he arrived. His stomach draws tight at that thought. She speaks to Gault, who looks over to her Lord then nods, standing and helping the dreamer to her feet before nodding in his direction and taking to the sky. He watches her until he can no longer see her in the soft, glowing clouds above the Green.

“It’s been a bit since I’ve seen you here.” Morpheus startles, blue eyes snapping back to the woman in front of him. “Are you going to will me away again?”

“How did you...?”

“Matthew told me.” Of course he did, that blabbermouth bird. “He comes to see me when I’m dreaming here, sometimes.”

“Do you even know where ‘here’ is, human?” He can’t help it, the air around him. This is his home, his domain. It’s a part of him, in all its vastness. And he knows it is heavy and that his presence is more like that of a Nightmare to some than it is a Dream. But the girl in front of him does not flinch or yield under it.

“In the abstract, I guess, but nothing more than that. I know I’m asleep, and that I’m dreaming. Gault has told me that this is where Dreams and Nightmares live.” She folds her arms behind her back. “Care to enlighten me?”

Morpheus tilts his head, hands buried in the pockets of his coat. “You are in the Dreaming. My realm. The place where all living creatures come when they sleep. For I am Lord Morpheus, Dream of the Endless. I hold within me all of human unconsciousness. Every dream, every nightmare. They all come from me.”

“So you made...are...all of this?” She drops her arms and spins around before smiling back up at him. “You are quite beautiful, you know that?”

All of the collective human unconsciousness within him could not have prepared him for such a reaction. To stand before an Endless as a mortal and not so much as flinch. “Beautiful?”

“Mhm. Beautiful. Greens and golds and blues.” Her eyes linger on his face for a moment, on his eyes as her smile widens. “Dreams are beautiful.”

“And what of nightmares?” he questions, stepping closer, crowding on her space. “Are they as beautiful as you think dreams to be?”

She cranes her neck to look up at him. “Why wouldn’t the be?” Morpheus turns his head, side-eyeing the...anomaly before him. “What makes them less beautiful than a dream?” The edges around the young woman begin to blur and she tilts her head with a smile. “It’s time to get up. I hope to see you again, Lord Morpheus of the Endless.”

Her voice whispers past him on the breeze as she returns to the waking world, leaving the Endless burdened with much to think about, standing at the edge of Fiddler’s Green. Strange does not begin to describe the young woman who seems to so freely enter his domain. He needs to know her more, needs to see what makes her tick. Tonight, he would see her in her own dreams, rather than here among the resting ones.

She’s simple, he concludes. A strange thing for an enigma to be, but she is all the same. Her dreams are not exactly adventurous, rather reflecting her daily life. She helps the people that he knows are her neighbors, she plays with the kids in the park, she walks dogs and feeds the birds. That in and of itself is rather odd. Most people have at least some sort of whimsy to their dreams, but she seems to just… continue living her life when she closes her eyes.

He did well hiding form her, at first. He’d meld with the shadows just out of eyesight when she would turn to look for him. He could tell that she knew she was being watched, but whether or not she knew it was him, he did not know. But to allow her to find out would ruin what he insists on referring to as research. Eventually, though, she caught on to him. She wouldn’t turn to look at him, but would instead hum that same tune she would sing in Fiddler’s Green every time he found her in his realm, just so he knew that she knew he was there.

And then one night while she rested, a nightmare came to visit. Quite a garish one, too, meant to uncover deep seated fears. Morpheus watched from the shadows, keen to see with his own eyes how this woman had eluded his creations for so long. Then, she does something he’s never seen in all his years harboring this collective unconsciousness of the dreamers. She turns and faces the nightmare and she smiles. She smiles and holds out her hand which holds the reddest of apples.

“It’s alright,” she says softly. “You can rest here with me. You have a hard job, scaring people. It must be difficult for you sometimes.” The nightmare halts, confused for a moment before slowly reaching out and taking the apple from her hand. “Your job is an important one, isn’t it? Show people their fears?” And that’s when it clicks in the mind of the King of Nightmares. She is a lucid dreamer. And a very experienced one, at that.

“It is, and it’s a job you’ve been preventing them from doing for years, girl.” Morpheus drifts from the shadows where he watched this little exchange and the nightmare freezes, eyes wide as it looks at its master. “Leave us.”

“It was good to meet you, nightmare,” she smiles, waving as the nightmare dissolves before her eyes, returning to the place it calls home and leaving the King of Dreams with one of the most confounding mortals he has ever met. “Finally decided to talk to me, hm? Instead of creeping around in the edges of my subconsious?”

“How long did you know?” he asks, his voice low and curious. She looks up at him with a smile before bringing another apple to her own lips, taking a bite.

“Since the first time you visited. You make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up when you stare at me. I always know you’re there.” She shrugs, turning to walk towards a bench by the park in her dreamworld. “I can tell when I’m in that meadow back in your world, too. You have a very Great and Powerful Oz vibe, about you.”

Morpheus says nothing, hands buried in the pockets of his coat that flutters behind him as he follows the young woman. “How long have you been a lucid dreamer?”

She shrugs, turning around to walk backwards, facing the King of Dreams. “Don’t really know when it started, exactly. It’s been so long that I can’t really remember a time where I couldn’t do this” She smiles, taking a seat as the backs of her legs hit the stone bench. Morpheus watches her as she pats the stone beside her before taking a seat, hands still buried in his pockets as his long legs spread out in front of him.

“And what of your nightmares. I’ve seen many a lucid dreamer, but never one who could turn a nightmare away from herself.” He’s not looking at her, even as she turns to face him more on the bench. He can’t bring himself to.

“Hmm. They’re just another type of dream, aren’t they? If the dreams can be kind, why can’t the nightmares?” She chuckles as he casts a sideways glance her way. “I get that look a lot from people when I’m awake. A lot of people don’t really understand how I think, I guess. Nightmares are meant to scare you, I guess. But I have no reason to be scared. So, why entertain fear when I have no need of it?”

“Everyone needs fear. Fear pushes you to grow, to face what is challenging you. It forces you to face your shortcomings.” He’s not argumentative, it’s just a simple fact. Humans are flawed by design, and the growth this results in is just another, natural part of being human.

She’s quiet for a moment, just long enough for Morpheus to begin to wonder if he’s upset her. He spares her a glance to see her looking off into the distance, apple resting against her lips. “I think… I think there are better ways to grow. Discomfort when you’re awake doesn’t need to bleed into when you’re asleep.” She stands then, with a smile, turning to look back down at him. “If I can choose to be happy and kind and carefree in my dreams, then I will. I don’t need to entertain anything that scares me, here. I can do that somewhere else.”

“But you-”

“This was nice,” she cuts him off, taking a step back. “I’m going to wake up now. I promised my neighbor I’d bake her a nice loaf of bread today, and I need to start on it early to let it rise. But I’m sure I’ll see you again, Morpheus.”

“You may also call me Dream.” Why he felt the need to add that, he’s unsure, but her reaction more than accounts for it.

The smile that dances across her face is stunning, and for a moment it sets him aback. “Fitting. Well, until the next, Dream.” As her form dissolves in front of him, she tosses something to him. An apple, crisp and bright red sits in his palm as the world of the young woman’s dream slowly dissolves around him. An odd one indeed.

Morpheus returns to his work, attempting to spare little thought to the lucid dreamer who seems to be able to come and go from his realm as she pleases. He knows that part of it is that every dream she has encountered has welcomed her here with open arms, reaching for her when she succumbs to sleep. They’ve left the door open, and he cannot blame her from coming through. The corners of his lips tug down in a pensive frown as he works, interweaving fibers of thoughts and hopes, breathing life into a new creation.

“My Lord.” He blinks, breaking from his trance as he realizes that the dream on which he is working bears a striking familiarity to a young woman he has recently met. Turning on his heel with his cloak billowing behind him, he finds his librarian standing there with Matthew perched on their shoulder.

“Is something the matter, Lucienne.”

“Not… explicitly so, my Lord.”

He cocks his head oh so slightly, taking a step towards her. “What, then, to interrupt my work?”

“She’s back. That lucid dreamer.”

“Yes, I can sense her. She’s with Fiddler’s Green. This isn’t the first time, so why have you come to me now, Lucienne?”

Matthew adjusts on her shoulder and she glances at the bird before looking back to her Lord. “She’s asking for you. Specifically, sir.”

Now that was odd. All the times you’ve entered his realm since meeting him in your dream weeks ago, you’ve not once asked for him. A warmth fills him at the thought of you wishing to see him, bubbling up inside for him to quickly push back down. “Thank you, Lucciene. I’ll see to her.”

“My lord, if I may.” The librarian hesitates as she takes a step forward.

“Go on.”

“I am uncertain if allowing a human free reign of the Dreaming is the wisest of choices.”

“And why do you think this?”

“The last time, that human was a vortex with uncontrollable power. She shattered the Dreaming, bridging the walls between us and the Waking World. What should happen should this human learn to do the same?”

“She will not. This human is no vortex, of this I am sure. She is a lucid dreamer, that is all.” Morpheus strides past, the orange glow flickering at the base of his cloak. “I appreciate your concern, Lucienne. I should like you to keep an eye on her, particularly in the Waking World when she is out of my sight. You and Matthew, both.”

“Do you want me making daily trips again, boss?”

“That is not necessary, Matthew. Only as you see fit. I leave this discretion to you.” With that, the King of Dreams makes his way from his workstation to visit the mortal who harkins him. A lucid dreamer… that is all….

She’s under her usual tree when he appears before her, the tails of his coat billowing at his feet before coming to rest in the stillness of the meadow. It has been a long time since he had seen something as brilliant as her smile. How long had it been since someone had smiled at him like that?

“Dreamer,” he greets, terse as always. “I should caution you to not forget who it is you speak to. I am not at your every beck and call.”

She shrugs, twirling a daisy between her fingers as she continues to grin up at him. “I simply asked Matthew if you were around because I wanted to see you. It wasn’t a demand.”

She wanted to see him? He blinks, face yet unreadable hiding his reaction. “What do you need?”

“Nothing. I just wanted to see you, is all. Sit with me for a bit?” She scoots just a bit, giving the Dream Lord space to sit beside her, back against the tree. “I don’t bite,” she adds lightly when he hesitates a few moments too long. He huffs, seemingly unamused before taking a seat besides her, knees folded up so as to rest his elbows on his knees. With that same, beautiful smile, she hands over the daisy to him, the white of the petals a near match for his alabaster skin. He stares at the flower for a moment before looking up at her, a silent question hanging on the air. “You give flowers to the people you like. Everyone deserves flowers, and something tells me you don’t get them very often.”

“I am not ‘people’, Dreamer.”

“I have a name, you know.”

“Yes.”

Her brow furrows for a moment before she shrugs, flower still extended towards him. “Whatever works for you. Take this, though.” That smile is firmly back in place, and Morpheus feels that warmth again, permeating through his whole being as he reaches out for the flower. His fingers brush lightly against hers, and it feels for a moment as though lightning courses through him, knocking the breath from his lungs. He fights the urge to recoil as he takes the flower from her, a comfortable silence falling over the two of them yet again. That is, until his curiosity gets the best of him.

“Why did you wish to see me again?” He glances to the woman beside him to finder her face turned to the light of the sky, eyes closed as she enjoys the warmth. Still, the soft kiss of her smile dances across her lips.

“Because I like you.”

“You know nothing of me.”

“I know more than you think.” She lolls her head to the side, smiling at him. “I know you’re creative. How else could you have made all of this? I know you care about people like me. Why else would you be concerned that nightmares don’t visit me? Lucienne told me once a while ago that you contain all of human unconsciousness. I can’t even begin to imagine the amount of empathy that means you have. How much you have to work to keep that separate from yourself so you don’t drown in it.” She looks back over the meadow. “You’re kind. Without kindness, you couldn’t have made the gentle dreams that I’ve had. And I think you might be a little lonely, too.”

“Do not forget yourself, human.”

“Oh trust me, I haven’t. I’m intimately aware of my humanity. But I think you might have forgotten how much of us you have with you, given you have all of our unconsciousness.”

Morpheus huffs, indignant as he rolls his eyes and looks away. The daisy rests between his fingers still. “You are nothing if not bold.”

“That’s not the first time I’ve been told that, you know.” She chuckles, the sound one of the more beautiful ones Morpheus has heard. “It serves me well, usually.”

“I imagine it gets you in to equal amounts of trouble as well.”

She shrugs again, a favored action of hers, evidently. “Nothing I can’t get out of, and nothing that hurts anybody.”

“You are a strange human.”

“Redundant. All humans are strange.” She grins, standing from her spot to move to a spongy patch of moss. She spreads her arms, tipping back to fall onto the moss that seems to cradle her as her back connects with the ground, a joyful giggle bubbling from her lips. She closes her eyes to enjoy the sunlight on her skin until a looming shadow dims the light. She opens one eye, grinning up at the Dream King looming over her like a sliver of the very night itself. “Are you going to join me, or just stand there like a stick in the mud?”

“Does your audacity know no bounds?”

“Some probably think so. Some probably wish I didn’t have ability to speak at all. And that’s okay. C’mon. Lay with me for a bit. It’s so nice here.”

“I have work to do.”

“So do I, but here I am, taking a nap and dreaming of this amazing place. Everyone needs a break. What’s a few minutes?”

Could he argue that? Lucienne had a pretty good handle on things, maintaining the status quo while he worked. The new dreams and nightmares weren’t going anywhere, and there really was no rush on their production. He had no out. Did he want an out?

“Dream? You there still?”

He blinks, broken from his thoughts to see her sitting up, lips down turned in concern. “I’m fine,” he says quietly, sinking to the ground beside her, slowly lying down with his hands at his sides, staring into the open sky. She watches him for a moment before evidently deciding against voicing whatever thought was in her head before laying down herself, her hands folded on her stomach.

“This is nice, isn’t it? Just to be in the quiet for a bit?”

“I’d hardly call your talking quiet, girl.”

“No need to be rude about it,” she chuckles, tapping his leg with the tip of her foot before falling into another silence.

“I am curious,” Morpheus is the first to break the silence. She turns her head to look at him, eyebrows raised in question as he continues to look towards the sky. “I know you helped another nightmare, recently, who had come to your dreams. They told me of your smile when you took their hand to walk with them.” He turns to look at her, stoic face yet unreadable. “How is it that you find such joy in helping others when assuredly you do not receive the same from them?”

“Oh that’s easy.” She rolls onto her side, facing him full on with her head resting on her hand and the vulnerability of the position does not escape the King of Dream’s notice. “I don’t expect anything in return. I’m not looking for kindness back. I’m just looking to help someone as best I can. Some people have bad days, and that’s okay. There isn’t criteria to receive my help, nothing that makes someone undeserving.” She smiles softly, reaching to run her fingers across the moss between then, and Morpheus very nearly jumps when the tips of her fingers brush against the side of his hand, though she seems not to notice. “I help because I want to, not because I want things from the people I’m helping.”

“Do you truly?”

She blinks, looking up at him and he can hear the little hitch in her breathing as they lock eyes. “Do I what?”

“Do you truly expect nothing from those you help? What if my nightmares chose not to quell themselves at the offer of your hand?”

“What about it? I wouldn’t get mad at a snake for biting or a bee for stinging. It’s their nature. Who am I to judge them for that?”

How long had it been? How long had it been since he had met someone so purely and entirely...human? The next closest was probably Hob Gadling, though even he did not have quite the same heart as this woman. His humanity manifested in more a lust for life than a drive to aid others. But this one… this one is in a league entirely her own. And it’s...refreshing.

“Thank you.” Dream blinks, refocusing on her face as she smiles at him, filling him with that warmth once again. “For lying with me. This was very nice.”

“Do not grow accustomed to it.” He retorts, but the edge of unkindness is no longer there. Instead, it had been replaced with something, softer. Something almost haughtily playful.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she giggles before sitting up, smiling as Dream sits up beside her. “I need to wake up now. I promised the produce stall at the end of my street I’d help out today since his son is sick.”

“Very well. Until we meet again, Dreamer.” This time, she smiles at the title before slowly dissipating as consciousness claims her once again.

Several days pass, and the little dreamer does not again enter the Dreaming. Morpheus finds himself actually missing her presence, constantly chatting away. She is sleeping and dreaming, he can still feel as much, but she does not choose to visit, rather electing to stay in her own worlds that morph and bend to her desires. And for the first time in a long time, a pang of something bitter and sour gnaws at his stomach.

Jealousy.

Jealousy for the creations he has crafted to do exactly as they are; visit her dreams.

So he begins once more to linger, lurking at the edge of her dreams to watch them play out like some private play. He knows she’s aware of his presence, occasionally catching the subtle sideways glance or the lingering smile on her lips as she passes him by or turns in his direction. And he realizes, as he lingers among her dreams day after day, that she is beautiful. Physically, yes, she is attractive, but so much more than that as well. Her kindness, her pure human joy is astounding. A breath of fresh air in the typically dismal human society entrenched in greed and self idolization. And it makes her the most breath taking creature he has seen since Calliope graced him with her smile.

The day his realization strikes is a day seemingly like any other. The Dream Lord works, interweaving threads of pure starlight to forge the core of his newest creation when his attention is pulled away. She’s here, in the Dreaming, for the first time in near a month. But not this time in Fiddler’s Green as she normally waits.

“Bold of you to let yourself into my place of work like this, Dreamer.”

“Just returning the favor for the month of lingering without even saying hi, Dream Lord.” There is a smile in her voice, he can hear it, and his breath hitches at the sound before he turns to face her.

“I make it a point to not interfere with the dreamers.”

“Oh yeah?” She grins, sashaying up to him with her hands clasped behind her back. “I think you just wanted to see me. I think you missed me when I didn’t come to visit for a few days.”

Morpheus is calculated in everything he says. Every word as solid as carved into stone. Never does he rush to respond, every phrase uttered burdened with a pregnant pause. But this time… this time he does not hesitate.

“Yes,” he rasps, taking a step closer to her, gazing down at her with such an intensity in his eyes. “Yes, I have missed you.” Missing her doesn’t begin to cover the gnawing ache her absence left in the pit of his stomach, nor the sourness of the bile the bubbled in the back of his throat when he saw her with those of his own creation. Such a simple phrase could never possible encompass what it means to him for her to be absent from him.

Her eyes widen slightly at that, the response unexpected from him. She had thought that perhaps he thought her a nuisance. Someone thrilled at her absence as so many people seemed to be. After all, he never seemed thrilled to see her. Burdened or annoyed probably better fits his reaction to finding her lounging in the Green. “Did I actually make it to the inner most parts of the Dreaming or did I manage to concoct it in my dreams?”

“You are here with me, I assure you.” His voice is low and deep, and it sends a visible shiver through her. Morpheus has to resist the urge to smirk.

“So I didn’t imagine that you just said you missed me, then?”

Morpheus raises his hand, brushing a strand of hair from her face before dropping it back to his pocket of his cloak. The gesture raises goosebumps across her arms, and her breath catches oh so slight. “I have missed you, little Dreamer, and our conversations.”

“An entire eternity’s wealth of dreams and stories are in Lucienne’s library to keep you entertained, and you still miss our conversations?”

“Is it truly so hard to believe?”

He’s so close to her, she can feel the heat of his body radiating like the fire from a supernova. It would be nothing at all to reach out and touch him… to take his hand and feel the softness of that alabaster skin against her own…. “Years of being told to be quiet leave their mark, no matter how much you work to ignore them.”

“Your voice, my little Dreamer, is one I shall never tire of hearing.” Her heart hammers behind the confines of her ribs, excitement coursing through her. “I doubt their will ever be a time I tell you to quiet yourself in my presence.”

“Your mouth shouldn’t write checks you can’t cash, you know.” She grins, playful and lively and Morpheus feels the corner of his own lips twitch up at the sight, seemingly of their own accord. “I’m a wealth of conversation.”

“Trust me, I am well aware of this fact.”

“I feel like I should be offended at that,” she chuckles, rocking back on her heels. “So, care to show me how the master does his work?”

“Some other time, perhaps,” he answers, the half finished dream seemingly dissolving into nothingness behind him, and that smile on her lips falters just a touch. “I would much rather show you something else, first.”

It is then that he extends to her, his hand, and with adrenaline coursing through her veins, she reaches to take it in her own. The touch of skin is just that; a warm, comforting grasp. No jolt of electricity as so many call it, but rather a feeling of comfort and belonging as if she had be nestled in a thousand warm blankets to be lulled to sleep. The thought then surfaces to her conscious that perhaps this is what it feels like to come home.

Time passes on, as it does for all things, and every night she comes to visit him in his realm. Every night she lives another life at the side of her Dream Lord. And she’s happy there, as is he. But the thing about humans… the tragic, beautiful thing about humans… is their brevity. Lives as a match, both bright and full of life then out all too soon.

Dream can see it, the passing days, etched into the canyons of the lines on her face that every day seem to deepen. The marks of thousands of smiles and thousands more laughs adorn the corners of her eyes and lips. Time takes with it in its passage the color from her hair, replacing it with spun silver. She is aging, as all humans do, and yet still refuses to lose that lust for life and her overwhelming kindness. Grief seems beyond her. And this is just as well, as it seems the Lord of Nightmares grieves well enough for the both of them.

“Brother.”

The Dream Lord prickles as a cat disturbed before turning slowly to face his elder sister. Her face is soft and kind, as it always is, but today he finds no comfort in it. “Sister.”

Her eyes drift from his face to the elderly woman climbing into bed. Her bones creak with the years past, the breath whispering through her lips as a winter breeze through dying leaves as she settles among her sheets. Old eyes see far less now than they once did, but when they fall on the sister of the love of her life, she smiles. A shaking, frail, liver spotted hand reaches out in a silent plea. Death moves past her brother who remains still at the foot of his lover’s bed, praying that if does not move, does not disturb this moment, that perhaps his father would grant him a moment of stolen time, removed from the passings of the universe around them.

She had refused Death’s offer, when the elder Endless learned of her brother’s new love. She had no desire to live past her destined time, like Hob Gadling. No, she was content with the extent of her mortality, reveling in every fleeting day. Know it has an end, she would say to him, makes every day that much more meaningful.

“Hello, my dear sister,” Death whispers, taking the aching and elderly hand in her own. The touch alleviates the years that scream through her nerves as respite washes over her.

“Death. Beautiful, sweet Death. How are you?”

“I am well, sister. And I am here with you now.”

“It’s time, isn’t it?” The words hold no malace nor grief. It’s as simple a question as if a child asked the time. And it shatter’s Dream’s heart enough to spur him to move. He takes his place at her side, opposite his sister and takes her other frail hand in his. Hands he knows so well now, he wonders how there was ever a time he didn’t know them.

“Afraid so, my lovely.”

His Dreamer is quiet for a moment, lips curled in a soft smile. “Can I sleep, first, sister?”

Death’s eyebrows arch in slight surprised before her lips curl in a knowing smile. She flashes a look to her brother before nodding. “You can sleep, dear sister. And when you wake, you will be home.”

“With him?” A strength Dream had not felt from his lover in some years courses through her, her hand tightening around his and it occurs to him… that she is not without fear. So many years without a single nightmare, he had almost forgotten that she was no different than any other mortal. But for his Dreamer, the fear she feels is simply outweighed by her understanding of life. He returns her grasp, pulling her hand up to grace it with a feather light kiss across her knuckles.

“With him,” Death confirms, and his Dreamer relaxes back into the bed, an invisible weight taken from her chest.

“Then everything is fine.” She smiles up at him and his heart races in his chest, his body consumed with with a lightness unlike anything he’s ever felt. “I told you, didn’t I?”

“You did,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss her forehead with such reverence. “You did, my love. Now, you should sleep. And you shall awaken with me for the first time in your new home.”

“Morpheus,” she rasps, voice hanging on by but a thread. “I love you.”

“And I you, my little Dreamer. Now, rest.” He brushes his nose against hers one final time, her eyes slipping closed. It is only moments later that the rising and falling of her chest stills for the last time. It pains him to see her this way, regardless of knowing where she now waits for him, and when he speaks next, his eyes do not leave his Dreamers face. “I lament not being able to spend more time with you, sister.”

“We have all the time in the universe, Dream. Go be with her.” Death stands from the bed, a radiant smile on her face as she rests a hand on her brother’s shoulder. After so long removed from love after Calliope, he had finally found someone. After so long, he was finally happy. “I quite like my new sister. It would be a shame for you to chase her off so soon because you weren’t there to tell greet her in her new home.”

“Until next time, sister.”

“Until next time, Dream.”

With the sound of beating wings, Death makes her exit. Dream looks down at the body that once held the essence of his lover and grieves for but a moment more before he stands and makes his own exit, homeward to meet her in her new life. And end to inspire a brand new beginning.

She wakes with a gasp, sitting bolt upright. It takes a moment, disorientation and confusion clouding her mind. There is no ache in her joints, no fuzziness to her vision or muffle to her hearing. And it’s… bright out. Blue skies dotted with soft, cotton-like clouds. A warm, familiar breeze tickles her skin. But for all the familiarity, it feels… different. It feels more… real. More corporeal. It feels a part of her.

“I thought I might find you here, my little Dreamer.” She looks up to find her lover the same as ever, standing over her as dark as if cut from the night sky itself. “Fitting I should find you where I found you first.”

“Morpheus,” she whispers, and her voice does not carry with it the frailty of old age, as if dust and cobwebs adorned it. No, it is clear and shining as it was the day she met her Dream Lord.

“Welcome home, lover.” He extends his hand to her, helping her to her feet before pulling her into his arms. She melts against him, eyes closing as for the first time she is able to take him in as he truly is. He a part of her, and she a part of him. Complete.

“Home,” she whispers against his chest. And no word she has spoken before in her mortal life has ever felt so right. “I’m home.”

And she was. And they were. Forever, and for always.

Home.

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unsolvedghoulboyz · 2 years

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alright alright...now...I dont mean to be absolutely down bad..I am sorry...but if anyone has made or knows of a morpheus and corinthian fic team tagging the reader 😋 please drop it in the comments bc I NEED it (preferably female reader but gn works too)

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tinypandacakes · 2 years

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The First of Many — Chapter 4: Dream

He had been still so long that it almost startled you when his free hand moved to your side. Heat rose to meet his palm, every nerve in your body alight. The hand slipped lower to rest over your hip as his nose and mouth nuzzled along the shell of your ear, dipping to nip your earlobe gently between teasing tips of teeth. His hand snaked to the front of you, sliding lower, over the outside of your shorts, inch by painstaking inch. It wasn’t fast enough.

The heel of his hand pressed against your clothed body firmly with steady pressure, and you whined at the way he held this position without giving you a single thing more. You impatiently tried to wiggle your body to get him to do something else, but he was in no hurry, and was clearly content doling this out to you piece by piece, making you work for it. You quickly discovered that you weren’t above begging.

“Please,” you whimper, cheeks burning with shame, the words barely loud enough to be heard.

He breathed a dark, gravelly chuckle that sent a molten bolt of yearning right through you and rewarded you for asking so nicely. His finger stroked the plentiful dampness that had already soaked through your clothes, confirming what you had both hoped and feared. You wanted this, wanted him — and he knew it. His lips turned up into a knowing smirk against your ear, rasping two words that left your head swimming, delirious with desire.

“Good girl.”

[this passage slightly edited to be a bit more SFW. Click the AO3 link to read the entire fic/chapter :) many more chapters to come!]

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hunny-beann · 6 months

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You Can; You Will...

Dream of the Endless x f!Reader

Note: Hi! This is my first time ever writing for Dream, so if anything seems a bit off or if there are any minor lore issues, please do your best not to pay them too much mind (although absolutely feel free to point them out). That said, I had a lot of fun writing this fic, and I really hope that you enjoy it!

Warnings: Uh angst(?), is Dream himself a warning? Because he should be.

Word Count: 2,644

This had to be torture, surely.

Some evil method of malice created by some long forgotten god of pain.

Why else would Dream have been looking at you so?

Here, sitting in his rotting throne room, upon his crumbling dais, his expression as close to pained as you had ever seen it before.

"You have returned."

He stated matter of factly, though his eyes betrayed the solemn tone that his voice held.

It had hurt him to come back to his realm and find that you had gone with the others, more so than you ever could have anticipated or imagined. You could see it in the way that his fingers gripped at the arm rests beneath them, and in the way that his all encompassing presence seemed to shrink slightly, as if the very particles of him and his power that made up the world beneath your feet were attempting to flee from you.

You swallowed thickly, but managed a nod in spite of your nerves and the heavy weight that bore down upon your heart at the sight of the being before you.

"I have. I did not anticipate it, but I found that I was suddenly overcome with the urge to..."

The words 'go home' died upon your lips before you could say them, because in truth, you were not entirely sure if this realm truly was home anymore, not just for you, but to anything besides the endless sitting before you and his most loyal of dreams and nightmares.

His own creations.

Dream let out a soft hum in response to your words, before he carefully rose into a standing position, his coat swishing at his feet in that familiarly dramatic way that you remembered so painfully at present, and had once recalled so fondly in the past.

Now though, after over a century of having it as only a memory, a longing lodged deep within the confines of your soul, you found that it almost hurt to bear witness to his familiarities again.

You had buried the Morpheus you had once known in all ways but the physical sense, mourned and grieved him as if you had watched his demise with your own two eyes, never having a day pass you by where you did not think of him and the way that his voice had sounded, or that his hands had felt.

And now, he was standing before you so casually, and you could not help but view this figure before you as a caricature, some imposter sent to cause you even more pain than you had already endured.

Being an immortal human was a burden in and of itself, because it meant watching nearly all those that you loved die in the span of a lifetime, which to you, had long since started to feel like nothing in the grand scheme of things.

You had begged Death to take this weight from you, to let time have its way with your body, bones, and soul, but Destiny had seen to it that his sister knew better than to meddle with this particular affair.

A long dead family member had blessed you with what they perceived to be a "gift" long ago.

And now, you suffered while they lay buried in the ground in lands you had not seen nor touched in centuries.

So, once upon a time, Dream had meant everything to you.

Ever since the day you had met him, after once again grovelling with Death to let you go, he had become abundantly special in your eyes.

Because unlike almost everyone else around you, Dream could not die, not from the ticking of any clock, nor the feebleness of his own body.

He was the one thing you believed to be permanent.

And certainly, it had taken quite a while to warm up to the man, and far longer still for him warm up to you, but after enough impromptu meetings in Death's domain over multiple centuries, he had eventually indulged you when you asked hesitantly if you could see his realm, 'the dreaming' as he so fondly referred to it, for yourself.

And oh, what a sight it had been.

Lush rolling lands, fields upon fields of flowers, a palace so tall it seemed possible to view it from miles and miles away...

You had never wanted to leave.

And eventually, you would not have to anymore.

Not after you had fled to the dreaming after losing your very best friend to disease, her death so dirty and without dignity that you could scarcely bare to even consider it.

He had sensed your arrival, of course he had, for the realm was made of the very power that he possessed, but he had not sensed your woes, nor had he anticipated your sudden presence in his crowded throne room, searching for any familiar face that might serve as a reminder that you were not without some semblance of certainty, to prove if nothing else that you were not yet alone.

You had all but collapsed at the foot of his throne, eyes bloodshot and cheeks wet with tears as you regarded him with a pain he was all too familiar with, but had no clue how to comfort you about.

Loss.

'I can't do it anymore.'

You had told him with absolute certainty, hands clenched into fists as you struggled to hold back sobs,

'I can't endure this torture, I feel as if I have died a thousand deaths without ever having experienced even one.'

Morpheus reached forward, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, before he sat back once more, taking note of the way that, simply due to his touch alone, you were now giving him your entirely undivided attention, breaths shaky but eyes wide and trained on him, as if you had never been touched before, or maybe as if you had never expected him to touch you in the eternity that you would experience.

'You can.'

He said, voice steady and eyes cold, though almost determined looking as he spoke.

'You will.'

You felt your eyebrows crease at his words, but Dream simply shook his head slightly before you could even open your mouth to reply.

He watched you for a few moments, before finally, he decided that enough silence had passed.

'If it is easier, you may remain in the dreaming as long as you please. All I ask, is that you do not make me regret my kindness.'

Shocked, you had nodded, before finally mustering up the strength to respond.

'But why?'

You had asked, watching as the being sitting before you sighed, his gaze traveling up toward the ceiling as he spoke,

'You will not have to watch nearly as many crumble to dust here in my domain, and I can see the toll that your immortality is taking on your feeble human mind. My sister has taken a liking to you, and I do not doubt that she would want me to take pity upon your unfortunate circumstances. To preserve someone she calls a friend, I will allow you to reside here until you give me a reason not to.'

And you never had.

For so very long now, hundreds upon hundreds of years, you had remained almost entirely within the dreaming.

You had friends here, nightmares and dreams alike, although truthfully, none captured your attention in the way that Morpheus did.

And none captured his nearly as much as you somehow managed to.

You were close, bound by some firm understanding of one another that never ceased to solidify the fact that the dreaming was your home, the place where you belonged, and Dream the very host that so effortlessly kept you rooted.

Before, there had been almost nothing for you in the way of consistency or rhythm, and now, there was an ebb and flow, a push and pull, a beat to follow, and the biggest surprise of all was that you made up half of each of these things.

Where Dream would ebb, you would flow, where he would push, you would pull, and you so very easily followed along with and eventually even progressed and changed his rhythm in a way that almost made the dreaming feel as if it had two rulers.

The dream lord,

And his once missing other half, the muse of the very land beneath your feet, and of the wind within your hair.

Until one day, that all came to an end.

The king of dreamers left and did not return.

And you could not even dare try and pick up the pieces of his realm that he left behind.

It had been a shameful abandonment, one full of pain and grief, but only a few short years after Dream's disappearance, you grabbed the scarce few items that did not remind you of him or the family that you were leaving behind, and you vanished just as he had done.

At that point, the slow but sure crumbling of the dreaming had only just begun, but your cowardice had won out over your strength, and you'd quickly found that you could not bare to see it shrink into nothingness.

'You can.'

Dream had once told you.

'You will.'

He had assured.

But you could not this time.

You likely would not ever again.

You were not the first to leave the dreaming, not by a long shot.

But your absence and the meaning that it carried rang out loud and clear for all of those who had chosen to remain.

The once so honored and beloved guest of their lord of dreams had chosen her painful mortal world over anything that the realm had left to offer...

And for many, that was all the proof that they needed that their creator would not return.

You were far from the first to leave.

But you were even further from the last.

"Did you lose faith in me?"

Dream asked suddenly, and you felt yourself gasp slightly at the question.

Lose faith in him?

Was that what you had done?

With almost no consideration for the question, you shook your head.

"No."

You said firmly, watching as the endless in front of you tilted his head ever so slightly, his eyes boring into your own even from across the room and down the ruined steps,

"Never."

Morpheus took a few steps toward you, and almost instinctively, you moved to lessen the space that lay between before forcing yourself to stop, hands clenched into fists at your sides, the pain of seeing your friend, who you had believed to be dead just hours ago, too great even for longing to overcome.

Dream seemed to notice this, and stopped in his tracks, though he was now far closer than before, only a few short steps away.

"Then why did you leave so easily? Why did you abandon the life that I offered you here if you had the faith required to know that I would someday return to the dreaming? Return to you?"

Your breath shuddered at the implication that he had come back in any part for you, but you chose to ignore his words in favor of fighting off his accusations of faithlessness on your part.

"I left because I could not bear to see this world that you created fall apart around me while I did nothing. It felt as if I were watching another loved one die, and I could not deal after believing that someone had taken your life as well. I was hurting, and I found that it was easier to hurt in the waking world, where pain was familiar, than it was to hurt here, where it never seemed to bite so hard. That is why I left. But I never once lost faith in you."

Dream raised a brow at that last part, and you were quick, to clarify,

"I may have thought you dead, but I did not once believe that if you were alive, you would not come back. My belief that you were dead, my certainty in that regard, came from the immense faith that I have in you, Lord Morpheus, because I could not fathom that you ever could have abandoned us or the dreaming... After years, I ceased being capable of thinking that you were somewhere out there anymore. I did not think it possible for anything to bind you so tightly away from your duties, if not for death herself."

Dream stared back at you in response to your words, as if taking them in for several long moments, before finally he nodded,

"I see. Though I do wish you would have considered the fact that I never would have allowed myself to die knowing what I would be leaving behind."

You sighed exasperatedly,

"But we know that you would not be the first to abandon your post, my lord, not the first to leave something as fickle as your universe given duties behind. Who could have blamed you if you died in spite of these things if others were able to willingly leave them?"

Your voice was small and quiet as you spoke, unsure of how Dream might react to the mention of Destruction, even when the wound was not necessarily new anymore.

You watched as the being before you stiffened, his gaze growing ever so slightly colder, before he spun around and began making his way back toward his throne, his tone firm and serious as he replied, still facing away from you all the while.

"I was not speaking of my duties to the dreaming."

He stated simply, though you could tell by his cadence that his words were anything but.

You sighed, exasperated and fragile after all that had been said thus far,

"Well what else was it that you were leaving behind that was so important that I should have known it would keep you alive then, Dream?"

The lord of the dreaming locked eyes with you as you finished asking this question, cold piercing gaze filling you with a deep regret and an immense longing as he sat upon his throne once more, one long leg crossing over the other as he all but stared into your very soul.

"You."

He said simply, voice low and gaze unwavering as he spoke, watching as that one word alone sent you staggering several steps backward, one hand clutching lightly at your chest as your feeble human mind tried to comprehend all that had happened to you in this one day alone.

"Me?"

You whispered, voice echoing slightly throughout the empty throne room in spite of how quiet it was.

"But I am not-"

"You are everything."

Dream cut you off before you could finish, eyes still boring holes into your own as he continued to watch you from his seat, as if knowing that if he moved any closer now, that you would run, run and likely never return for fear of what any of this meant for you and for the once permanent seeming fixture that Dream had so easily played within your life for so long.

You floundered at those words, vision growing bleary and spotty as you turned to rush out of the room, to be anywhere but this pale comparison of the dreaming, the once beautiful world that you had known for so very long.

You fled your home with tears in your eyes and a hand at your heart.

Dream stayed where he sat upon his throne, and watched your fears consume you again until you faded from view.

He did not try to stop you.

A broken home like this was no place for a fragile soul like yours.

And he could offer you no better than the very world he had once so kindly rescued you from.

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writerinlearning · 1 year

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sighing…. my sandman fic isn’t showing up when looking up the tags 🤧

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inkymagpie · 2 years

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The Star in the Field Pt.1

Morpheus X Fallen Star!Reader

Chapter Rating: General

Overall Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Slight Angst, minimal descriptions of y/n, reader uses they/them/she/her pronouns.

Chapter Synopsis: He had seen them, only for a moment, standing lonely in the barren fields of his still rebuilding kingdom. The flora that had just started to regrow, sprouting up through the dust of his ruin curving to meet the soft glow of their skin. And when they spotted him, observing from afar they seemed surprised. He had met all the Stars that visited his realm at one time or another, seeing as how some had been around since not longer after the creation of this universe. Their stare of unfamiliarity was returned, for he had never met, nor sensed them once in all his years.

Note: This will have some comic spoilers and it is mixed with some of Stardust lore as well, and will have some tweaks of my own to both Sandman lore and Stardust lore.

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It was a presence he had felt before, recognizable but not in the sense it held personal familiarity nor common place. No… this was an ancient omnipresence.

This was not of his creation, nor was it of this world, neither was it a deity worshiped by the mortals he served in sleep. This was a long forgotten nostalgia one that he had chaperoned over a millennia ago, before most of their dreaming became something viewed as tiresome and stale. But this was not the same heavenly dreamers that had once stepped through his realm and now seldom did. This was sharp, keen and born a new… a new being in his realm, a creature of the very heavens. A Star.

He had seen them, only for a moment, standing lonely in the barren fields of his still rebuilding kingdom. The flora that had just started to regrow, sprouting up through the dust of his ruin, curving to meet the soft glow of their skin. And when they spotted him observing from afar they seemed surprised. He had met all the Stars that visited his realm at one time or another, seeing as how some had been around since not longer after the creation of this universe. Their stare of unfamiliarity was returned, for he had never met, nor sensed them once in all his years.

They were gone before he had time to consider anything more than their surprised gaze.

He stood for a while, contemplating what this could mean before stalking off to the library, a whirlwind of questions that perhaps Lucienne would be able to help him figure out.

He wondered if they had always been here, on the tailcoats of the dream threads, maybe he had simply overlooked them? But a Star gracing his realm after so many had grown tired of dreaming for an aeon was something he would have taken notice of. Lucienne would have certainly written their presence down had they visited his kingdom and she certainly would have a book on the catalogs of their lives inside and outside of the Dreaming.

The Librarian had briefly questioned if he was perhaps mistaken, as she had seen no Star dream records, at least none updated since the late 1800s. And of all the dreamers to re-enter the dreaming after his absence, none were beings of heavenly light.

“They stood before me; shining like all Stars do.” He pulls another book down from the overburdened shelf; behind him Lucienne sighs and cocks her head.

“Sir if I might; the last Star to enter the dreaming was over one hundred years ago. Are you sure you saw a Star?” She reiterates cautiously.

“I know the last Star that entered this realm Lucienne, she has ascended back to the heavens with her husband some time ago or so it would seem.” He replies, placing the book back and pulling another from a lower shelf. “I do not know this one. I have never sensed their presence, inside of the Dreaming or out.”

“Maybe you just didn’t recognize them? You have been gone awhile.” Matthew quips, ruffling his feathers as he suppressed a caw.

“No, and they did not know me, they seemed surprised… perhaps even startled by my observation?”

“Well you’re not exactly the warmest welcoming committee.” Matthew hops to a stack of books a bit further away after a pointed look from Lucienne. “Who knows, maybe you don’t know them? I’m sure new people come into the Dreaming all the time?” He adds.

“Not Stars. I’m not even sure that is possible?” Lucienne comments, moving to take one of the books beneath the raven’s new perch. “ The Stars have been around for… well since nearly the beginning, at least the older, more ancient ones.”

“Then maybe it’s a new one.” Matthew states simply.

A quiet pause falls over the library for a moment; Matthew beginning to feel uncomfortable in the growing silence, lets out a caw that was meant to be a clearing of the throat.

“I mean would it really be that weird?” He adds, shuffling closer to Morpheus, who has yet to say a word in sometime, back still turned and hand poised over the worn pages of the book he held. “Would it boss?”

A new Star

You wake with a gasp, blinking rapidly in the darkness of your room; slowly your breathing mellows and your eyes adjust to the blanketing dark. A pale cast of light runs across the far wall, the sound of wheels splashing through a puddle on the street below; it must have rained while you slept.

Turning over on your side you gaze at the neon light of the alarm clock on your nightstand…4am…a heaviness settles in your heart.

Carefully you rise up from your bed pulling back the sheets and testing the floor below you. You were already a guest here taking up space, (no matter how much it was insisted that you were an honored guest) you didn’t want to make too much noise prancing around in the wee hours of the morning while most slept.

On the balls of your feet you creep to the bay window that faced the street, settling down on the pillows that bracketed the inlaid seat. You squint looking out at the street below. You never close the blinds, even though one of the street lamps sat glowing on the corner of the building every night, you couldn’t bring yourself to shut yourself off, not yet.

The light pollution here was heavy, but in these early hours you could make out some of the twinkling beings in the night sky… you wonder if perhaps any of them were ones you knew.

Sighing you tuck your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms around your legs and resting your temple against your knees, continuing to watch, continuing to think.

It wasn’t fair, you had decided (it was a decision you had made rather early on in your…unexpected adventure.) You had barely gotten any time to shine within the night sky before you had fallen; a mere seventy years in the heavens. Others had gotten millennia, some aeons; most of your brothers and sisters were still there, glimmering brightly amongst the cosmos. But no, you had been plucked from the sky before you even got to really experience what it really meant to be a Star.

You grumble softly to yourself, playing with a lock of your hair, observing it as you settle in your self pity. You can still see the fine spun magic glittering writhing the strands; you know you should stop being bitter, Earth and humans weren’t all that bad, quite fascinating in fact.

For seventy years you had looked down upon humans, delighting in their habits and odd quirks, the way they lived so freely. They lived for so short a time and yet they lived with such abandon, you admired that about them, their need to experience, to explore. It really wasn’t so awful to now be amongst them and witness them daily, no longer an observer from afar. Most were kind, at least the ones that you had met.

You smile softly to yourself; they made such wonderful things too from food to inventions; their minds seemingly never ceasing with imagination. If they could dream it up they could…

You pause in your hair twirling and thoughts…dreams… Even since your birth in the heavens, you had dreamless sleeps; Stars didn’t need to sleep but it was a novelty, a delightfully new thing at first. You had heard when you first came to creation that if you wished it you could enter the Dreaming, the realm of the Dream King, an Endless. However, no matter how many days you rested your head and wished to be swept away, the dreams never came…

You had asked some of the older Stars, maybe you were doing it wrong? They had shook their heads and told you that no, the dreaming had gone silent, however it was something that grows a bit dull after a few thousand years anyway and to not be too concerned.

From the stories they had told you didn’t feel that any of it could ever grow old, ever the curious mind and creative heart. So every night for over sixty years you tried to dream, but every time there was nothing... a void as black as the deepest, most barren parts of space. You had stopped trying after a time, coming to the conclusion that perhaps you were not meant to see the Dreaming; and after a while you had stopped sleeping all together, after all why sleep with a hope of something that obviously was no longer there. To you, sleep meant the possibility of dreaming and if that wasn’t there…

When you had fallen you spent the first few months on Earth not sleeping, but you had come to the conclusion that if you were to live a more human life that you should at least follow some of their patterns. That and, well the nights got pretty dull when no one was around to speak with and the shops and cafes weren’t open.

At first it was certainly strange, sleeping at night when you had always slept during the day when you were a heavenly being. So you had started to follow the pattern of your gracious housemate when it came to sleep, or at least adhere somewhat to his patterns to get used to it. It had taken some time a few weeks but you finally got it down for the most part. And of course when you started sleeping again you had secretly hoped that maybe, just in maybe the Dreaming would open up to you.

However the Dream Lord’s realm had remained elusive… that was until tonight. Tonight you had traveled, left this realm and gone somewhere you had only heard of…

It was strange, it had felt so real you had almost thought that you were awake, perhaps having somehow slept walked out into a barren farmer’s field. But as you had gazed upon the foreign landscape you could see, a looming castle seemingly ravaged by time in the distance. And as you gazed heavenward you saw a brilliance of night sky you had never seen before.

You were in the Dreaming.

You turned feeling the dust and sand beneath your feet and felt the cool air of the night upon your cheeks. Your eyes caught something, or rather… someone… a man stood, stone still gazing at you from across the field. You startled, for the place that you had found yourself in was completely empty save for him and yourself; his gaze nearly consuming you, the weight of it enough to jar you from from your first ever dream.

You frown, and start to twirl your hair again, thinking back to the man in the field. It was as if he held the cosmos in his eyes, deep and expansive, all knowing and never ceasing. But the thing that weighed heavily in your mind was the sadness that seemed to fill those endless eyes, and you once again felt the heaviness in your heart.

Humans had said that eyes are the window to the soul, and you wonder…why his soul sang such melancholy...

You hear the chirping of birds outside your window, your brows furrowing as you look back out to the horizon and find the golden tendrils of the sun beginning to creep along the rooftops.

Perhaps your schedule still needed some work, you blink over to the alarm clock that now reads just before 6am. Down the hall you hear your housemate begin to shuffle about his morning routine and decide that you might as well get up; tomorrow night you decide that you would finally get the human schedule down.

You dress slowly waiting to hear the water shut off in the bathroom and your housemate make his way down the stairs before going about your morning. You decide to take just a little longer in the shower just to enjoy the very human routine. Stars usually bathed in pools of moonlight; and while showering in a porcelain box might seem mundane it was once again a new habit and you greatly enjoy drawing little doodles in the mist that fogged up the glass.

Finally stepping out of the warmth of the shower you finish up your morning freshen and redress.

As you make your way downstairs you can hear the usual puttering in the kitchen, the sound of the kettle going off and the scrape of a worn pan against the stove top.

Rounding the corner you catch your gracious housemate pouring a steaming cup of coffee into a mug and then a second. He turns his head as you come in and smiles brightly.

“Ah good morning Y/N! Starting to sleep in a bit I see!” He picks up one of the steaming mugs and holds it out to you.

“Good morning Hob.” You smile back and take the cup from him. “I’m not sure about the sleeping in part.” You chuckle and take a cautious sip, quickly deciding as you have every morning, that yes it is still too hot.

Hob seems to understand and smiles softly as he takes a seat at the small kitchen table, you follow suit.

“We’ll I’m sure that you’ll be sleeping in till noon in no time and then you learn the joys of lunch for breakfast.” He laughs and you can’t help but laugh as well. “How did you sleep? Is it getting easier?” He asks after a moment, gazing at you over his mug as he takes a sip.

You stare down at the umber liquid in your cup.

“I did, and it is…” you pause and he looks at you expectantly. “Hob…” he cocks his head and waits. “I believe…I had a dream last night.”

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A/N: Posting and running because I am exhausted! The excitement from the extra episode sent me on a frenzy. I’ve been struggling a lot with myself, imposter syndrome and perfectionism but I am trying everyday to push through it. The interaction I get is really humbling for someone like me and I am so grateful. Also, go watch the new episode, it’s amazing.

Pairing: Dream of the Endless/ Morpheus x F!reader/oc insert.

Prelude

Word Count: 2.2k+

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Chapter 1: The Waking Realm

The sunlight was searing as it broke out all around you. Warmth pillowed beneath you, caressing with the softest of tendrils. Comfort blossomed in your chest as the aching sadness of the Dreaming released its hold on you.

Prying your eyes open the light struck deeply and you cried out trying to cover them only to find you didn’t have hands anymore. The abrupt change in your movement meant your wing wasn’t outstretched and your entire form dipped alarmingly.

Colours of blue and green whipped across your vision as you tried to make sense of what was happening. Nausea clawed at your stomach forcing you to take control. Pushing your wing back out you managed to steady yourself, rising once more on the pillow of warmth and you let out a gasp.

Trees of every green you could imagine lay out beneath you. You had never seen such a cacophony of colours before and all you could think about was how beautiful everything was. The landscape rolled away from you, peaking and troughing hills dotted with multicoloured flowers all crowned with the glory of sunshine. It was nothing like the realm you had just left and that made you realise a balance had been tipped. One that shouldn’t have been messed with.

Turning your head slowly you saw your own outstretched wings, black but shimmering with a blue/purple highlight.

Clacking your beak you began to get a feel for your new physique. Your feet were tucked into your underside, nestled in your downy feathers. The weight of the amulet was evident around your neck even though it wasn’t visible, but you felt the pull.

Carefully you shifted in the air, marvelling at the way you tipped in that direction, hoping it would lead you to the elusive Lord Morpheus.

It felt like hours you’d been travelling in the same direction. Drinking in the buildings that you drifted by, seeing humans for the first time and hearing all their noise and scenting their smells. You’d give anything to explore this chaotic world, to walk among the people and learn their ways. Maybe as a reward, this Lord would set you free once he was found.

Everything was so loud where the buildings were but when you hit greenery again it provided a natural barrier and the world was peaceful once more. You came across other birds following you on different legs of your journey before peeling off when they reached their own destinations.

You watched the sky turn from a bright blue to the deepest of navy, the golden light of the sun casting its last rays wildly into the sky with hues of range and pink. The sight was so breathtaking you almost missed the pull of the amulet as you flew over a lone house.

Circling lazily you made sure the amulet was telling you this was where you needed to be and the pull was unmistakable.

With a rapid flap of your wings you tried to land but you misjudged the edge of the chimney and ended up rather ungracefully slamming into the side of the roof. Scrabbling wildly you managed to push off again and find somewhere better to land. You lay there, your chest rising and falling rapidly with your wings spread as the last light of day fully left this world. You felt exhausted but the need to rest was overshadowed by the constant tingling of the amulet. Gingerly you moved yourself into an upright position, taking a moment to admire the star studded sky that was as glorious now as it was in the daytime.

There was no doubt in your mind that this, Lord Morpheus was in this house. Why would a being such as he, want to reside here while his kingdom fell apart? It made no sense.

You weren’t here to make sense of it, you were here to find out what had happened to him. That was your purpose. Dragging yourself upright you fluttered across the roof, hopping until you reached the edge. There was a light on near a large door and you guessed that was the main entrance. A gravel driveway swept away from the house disappearing into the dark of the trees but you didn’t care where it went. You had to get inside this house. Raising your tired wings and letting go of the perch you flew round the whole place until you happened upon an open window. It took a couple of attempts before you finally rested on the sill and peered into the gloomy interior.

Silence greeted you. A single lamp was on, illuminating a hallway filled with glass cabinets and pointless human trinkets. With a rustle you fluttered down to a chair, flaring your wings when your legs seemed to collapse under your weight. It happened so suddenly, the hallway tipped and your entire body flopped with drastic exhaustion. You couldn’t stop the fall, your raven form melting and to your horror you could catch yourself with your hands. At first it was a relief to release the energy it took to disguise yourself but when footsteps sounded on the stairs all you could think about was somewhere to hide.

Your bare feet were silent as you raced down the hall only to dive into a room at the end and hope no one came in. Your heart was pounding, the palms of your hands becoming slippery and shaking; all sensations you’d never experienced before.

After you’d determined you were safe you looked around the room. The first thing you noticed was how much stuff was in here; a wooden rocking horse, an empty cot, a book shelf with worn titles on. An old rocking chair sat at the back, plumes of dust rose up from the pillow when you swept a hand over the threadbare fabric. For some reason it made you sad. Why keep all these objects only to shut them in a room? Did they hold no value to the owner anymore? It was already something you knew you’d never understand.

Gingerly you sat down and grabbed at the ravens head that rested on your chest. The tingling was driving you a little crazy, the pulling sensation almost making you feel queasy as it tugged you down.

As exhausted as you were you knew you didn’t need sleep. It was merely you trying to get used to your new body and learning it’s limits. Your wings hadn’t made an appearance, maybe they didn’t show in the Waking Realm.

Looking out the window, marvelling in the beauty of the half moon as it glowed amongst the stars you began to notice whispers. They were quiet to start with, just tickling the edges of your mind until they grew in strength. You couldn’t hear what was being said but intrigue pulled you from your hiding place. If you closed your eyes you could almost touch the whispers, muted colours danced just beyond your fingertips and you drew closer.

You ended up in a bedroom. The bed itself was a four-poster, dark wooded monster of grandeur. The man that lay in it was small, frail. His hair was grey and wrinkles lined his face. Bending down you inspected him closely, taking this moment to marvel in being close proximity to a human, feeling the uneven breath on your own face. It was then you realised the whispers were coming from him. You were hearing the echo of his dreams.

Bare feet padded with no noise against the rugs and wooden floorboards. Tentatively you descended the staircase, your hand sweeping down the bannister as the delicate fabric of your dress gently parted with each step. The house was dark with everyone asleep so you could explore in peace.

You found a room of books, so many books that rested unread from floor to ceiling. A drawing room lit by the dying embers of a fire, with hard leather back chairs and a grand desk. Another room you came across was filled with a long table and many chairs, far too many for the occupants of the house. Everything was tidy, in its place but you couldn’t help touching. Fingertips explored a large vase that sat on a sideboard, your hand trailed along a shelf of books feeling each bump as you moved from one spine to the next; even the leather chairs beckoned you to swipe them. It was all so fascinating but none of it helped you find Lord Morpheus.

Clutching the raven once again you frowned at the pulling sensation seemingly trying to pull you below the house. Carefully you walked in the dark, hands caressing the wooden panels in the hope you might find something you’d missed. There, another door. This one had a handle of metal and a hefty lock that drew your eye.

Shock cascaded through you as the handle moved, twisting with the clunk of the lock and a man came out, soft light spilling all over the carpet. You watched from your hiding place, crouched behind a huge sideboard as he lumbered towards the kitchen. Taking the opportunity you slipped through the open door and began to descend down the cold stone steps.

A soft orange light guided your way as you tentatively took each step as silently as possible. You happened upon a metal gate which the guard had thankfully left open and you slipped inside with the barest of whispers. Crouching in the corner you watched for any sign that you’d been noticed but the female guard carried on staring at her book.

Your gaze wandered, taking in the many pillars that split the room only to rest on a huge contraption in the very centre. It was round, huge bars of metal folded and melded around a glass bubble. Strange golden lettering encompassed the whole device, the magic was old with a feeling of wrongness to it. The same wrongness you’d felt within the Dreaming. You had to get closer. Carefully manoeuvring yourself across the stone slabs you quickly made your way to the device, avoiding touching the gold symbols incase they rendered you useless.

Your breath hitched at the sight of a pale form laying on the bottom. He was completely bare, his hair as dark as the night sky outside and his skin as bright as the stars that littered it. He seemed to be sleeping, his face partly hidden by his arm as he clearly tried to make himself comfortable. You couldn’t help but study him, taking in each line of his chisled body and you wondered what it felt like to touch such skin. Was he hard like marble? Smooth like ivory or did he feel just like a human. For human, he was not.

Cautiously you crouched down so you could see your own face reflected in the dirty glass but you were level with him. His eyes were shut, shoulders rising and falling in a steady rhythm to indicate he was fast asleep. The amulet was almost burning now, wanting to pull you closer to the man in the glass trap but you couldn’t cross the golden barrier.

Unfettered rage bloomed from somewhere deep within you. Fists curled tightly at the idea of these morals keeping the King of Dreams locked up for their own personal gain. This was why he hadn’t come home, why Lucienne had been left all those years and why his kingdom was dying. Because he was cut off from everything.

Resting a hand on the glass you wanted to tell him you’d be back, to let him know that help was here but then you remembered what Lucienne had said. Retreating back into the shadows you made your way back through the gate and up the steps until you reached the door. As you exited the male guard was coming out of the kitchen but there wasn’t time or anywhere for you to hide. Instinct told you to freeze and for a few nerve wracking heartbeats the pair of you stared at each other.

“Knew I forgot something,” he muttered to himself before turning back towards the kitchen. The raven amulet pulsed on your skin and you knew it was doing far more than you were aware. Without anymore hesitation you raced up the stairs, following the whispers once more. They sounded far off and muted, dull and grey just like the Dreaming. How humans had not noticed anything was wrong astounded you as you crouched beside his bed, leaning gently on the covers near his head. You closed your eyes, delving into the whispers, desperately trying to catch a slip of information when you heard a name. The human’s name.

“Paul…” with the barest whisper you infiltrated his nighttime thoughts. Weaving between the threads you coloured his visions showing him as well as telling him. “It’s time he was freed, Paul.” The man snuffled in his sleep, a frown deepening on his brow. “You cannot keep him here.”

“What must I do?” He mumbled.

“Break the binding circle. Cut through the magic and he will leave.” Your voice was light but commanding, the whispers burying into his subconscious like the seeds of an oak tree. Growing and entwining roots into the very reaches of his mind until he wouldn’t be able to think about anything else except breaking the binding circle.

Retreating into the darkness all you could do now was wait.

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