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dreamwasnotaken · 2 years

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ghostface!dream x fem!reader

BLURB: you’re out in the woods taking a walk and gathering supplies for you and your friends sapnap, karl, and george. you all have been trying to take down dream, the faceless man who has been terrorizing you all for months. he isn’t supposed to strike for weeks... so you assume it’s safe to go out into the woods alone. that is until you run into a certain someone, and he has plans for you that no one would suspect.

tw: nsfw, smut, knife play, degradation,,, minors dni!

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the moon shone down against the tall trees, slightly illuminating the path that lead into the woods nearby your camp. karl and sapnap were creating weapons while george was mapping routes and setting up new defense mechanisms against dream.

“i’m going to go for a walk.” you blurt out, raising from the campfire you had been sat at for what felt like hours.

“don’t go too far,” karl says, not looking up from what he’s working on. “remember to stay in shouting distance. dream shouldn’t be here for a long time, but he’s so clever that you never know.”

rolling your eyes, you start on your journey. the forest is so beautiful at night, you wish that you could set up camp there and pretend dream’s daunting threats don’t exist.

you knew how dangerous dream was. he was smart and cunning, and you didn’t even know what he looked like. he wore a white circular mask with a plain smiley face stretching from right to left ear.

you felt as if you had been walking for forever, but that didn’t bother you. the boys knew you could spend the entire night out here, so they let you stay out for awhile usually. that is, until you hear a branch snap and leaves crumble underneath someone’s shoe behind you.

flinging around immediately, you stumble backwards against a tree.

“karl? sapnap?” your voice ventures as your eyes dart around frantically. “it’s not funny. if you’re out here to tell me to come back, just come out.” you plead as you can feel your heartbeat in your chest.

no response.

as minutes passed, you knew this wasn’t any of the boys. you were frozen against the tree, your hands shaking and your body going numb. the only thing you could do was scream at yourself in your head, saying, you need to run now, or you’re going to die.

your legs listened to your brain and took off in an instant. it was so dark now, you could barely see anything in front of you. you had made it only a few steps before feeling a hand latch around your wrist, pulling you backwards and shoving you up against a tree. your head hit the tree hard, but it only took seconds to realize who this was.

dream.

he towered over you at six foot three. he wore the horrifying white mask that smiled down at you as he tilted his head to the side. poking out the top was fluffy dirty blonde hair.

“aren’t you a pretty little thing?” you could hear the smirk in dream’s voice.

looking up at him with big, terrified eyes, you open your mouth to scream. he raises up a hand, and wow, was it big. he pushes one hand against your mouth tightly, and the other slithers to his waist band, pulling out a knife.

“oh come on,” dream groaned, taking the sharp knife and edging it towards your throat. you froze, knowing the slightest movement could have you killed. “you don’t want to have fun with me?”

you slowly shook your head no, feeling the tip of the knife ever so lightly jab into the skin on your neck.

“scream, and the next thing you’ll know is death,” the man hissed, removing the hand from your mouth. he slowly caressed your cheek, his thumb running over your bottom lip. the motion made your cheeks turn red and your stomach churn. “god, no wonder the boys had been hiding you from me.” he said as he continued to admire you. his face was inches away from yours, the knife still lightly pressed against your neck.

“please don’t hurt me.” your voice comes out soft and barely above of a whimper.

dream rose his now free hand to his mask, pulling it off slowly and tossing it to the ground. underneath was a very attractive man, with a chiseled jawline and stubble dotting his face. your mouth dropped as you looked up at him with doe eyes.

“look at you, you’re so weak,” he laughed, ignoring your plead. his voice made your stomach float with butterflies, but also knives. he scared the fuck out of you, but there was something inside of you telling you that he wasn’t going to seriously hurt you.

taking the knife away from your throat and sliding it back into his waistband, he moved his head towards your neck. “such a weak, pretty girl.” he mumbled into the skin on your neck. your breath hitched as you felt him start to suck lightly, gradually going harder. you knew it was wrong, and you were trying so hard not to enjoy it.

that is until something between the line of a whimper and small moan escaped from your lips as he lightly bit at the nape of your neck.

“you like that, yeah?” he breathed into your neck, your mouth wide open in pleasure as he kept going.

next thing you know, he’s sliding your shirt off your head and kissing and sucking further down your body. he moves his lips down the middle of your breasts, then taking both of his hands and wrapping them around each of them. he massages them gently, taking his sweet time.

when he’s done, his lips move down your stomach, planting kisses down the entirety of it. he stops at your waistline, and stands back up.

“you’re actually enjoying this,” dream chuckles as he pulls the knife out again. the warm feeling you had been feeling has now been replaced with terror. dream senses you tense up, and smirks down at you. he places the point of the knife in-between your breasts, pressing into your skin ever so lightly. he drags it down your body until it reaches your waistline. he then spins it around your skin, playing with you. “fuck, i could kill you so easily.” he muttered under his breath. your body tenses up once again, freezing in shock. you attempt to muster up the courage to say anything, but nothing comes out.

“i have other plans for you, though.”

in the matter of an instant, dream tosses the knife onto the ground and picks you up by your legs. your legs instantly wrapped around his body as if they had always belonged there. he presses his cold lips against yours, slowly kissing you. it felt so good, the connection between you two, but you didn’t want to admit it. you couldn’t admit it.

dream sped up the process by turning his slow, soft kiss into a rough, heavy one. his tongue slipped into your mouth, sometimes battling with your own tongue. fuck, it felt so good. you felt yourself beginning to turn wet as you were rubbing against his torso.

slowly setting your legs back down onto the ground, dream pushed you back up against the tree, a large hand wrapping around your neck. he squeezed the sides as he still had his lips connected to yours. a soft moan escaped your lips into his mouth.

“look at you,” dream cooed as he pulled his mouth away from yours. you were saddened by the action, but you could tell this wasn’t the end. “you’re a little slut, hm?”

dream’s hand found his way towards the hem of your pants. he unbuttoned them with ease, slipping one towards your clit, his other hand still wrapped around your small neck.

“fucking answer me.” he growled into your ear. he began to circle your clit with ease using only his middle finger. the action cause a string of moans to escape your lips, mouth wide open.

“mhm, just for you.” was all you managed to choke out as dream began to rub your clit much faster.

“good girl,” he groaned into your ear, as if your own pleasure was getting him off as well. “such a good little girl.”

“p-please,” you whimpered. “please finger me. i need you.” you begged, earning a grin from the man.

“someone’s needy,” without hesitation, he slipped two fingers inside of you, dragging them back in and out slowly. “you are so fucking wet.” his fingers hit so many spots, much more than you could hit on your own considering how large his hands are. he pumps them in and out, picking up the pace and shoving them in harder.

“fuck, dream, I-I’m so close.” you squealed, more moans coming from your mouth. he picks up the pace for a few more seconds, and then takes his fingers out, stopping you from your release. disappointingly, you frown at the man.

“you get to come when i get to come,” dream smirks, taking his two fingers that were just inside you and inserting them into his own mouth. “you taste so fucking good, pretty girl.”

as you stand there pressed against the tree, almost in a trance-like state, dream backs away from you and tosses his shirt over his head and onto the ground. he unzips his pants and they fall to the ground. pulling his underwear down, his huge dick is revealed, him then pressing against your body. your eyes widen at the sight.

“don’t be so scared, love,” dream teases. “it’s only going to hurt for a second.”

dream then unclasps your bra, tossing it to the side. he rips off your pants and underwear, leaving you completely bare.

he wastes no time inserting his dick inside of you. he clasps his hand onto your mouth as you scream out in pain. the screams turn into muffled sounds under his hand. he was so big, and you were so wet, but the size was hurting you so good.

“fuck, you’re tight.” he groans.

and he was right, it only took a few seconds before the pain turned into pure pleasure. he started stroking into you slow, then started to speed up right away. his dick was hitting spots you thought were unimaginable, heavy moans escaping your lips and going right into his hand.

“look at you, fucking the bad guy,” he smirks as his pace picks up once more, his cock slamming into you at a fast-paced speed. “what would they think of you? all submissive and fuckable to the guy you’re supposed to be killing.”

it feels so good, and you’re so close to finishing. you’re both moaning and whimpering into each other’s ears.

“i-i’m gonna come.” you manage to squeak out.

dream locks his eyes onto yours as he continues his fast-paced fucking. his cock is going in and out at a rapid pace, and you can’t control yourself any longer.

you begin to come on his cock, only turning him on even more. he rams into you much faster, and you can tell he’s about to finish as well. your whimpering moans turn into loud, high pitched ones that only make dream more turned on.

“fuck,” he sputters as you feel his warm cum filling you up. he’s still pumping in and out of you, your body feeling completely numb with pleasure.

he releases his grip from you, and your legs are shaking and so numb that you have no other option but to slide down the tree, hugging your knees to your chest.

dream slips his underwear and pants back on, along with his socks. he loops a belt around his waist before tossing you the shirt he once was wearing.

confused, you slip it over your head so you’re not exposed. it smells of pine needles and tree bark; it smells of dream.

“come with me.” dream says softly, offering you his hand. you take it, standing up next to him. he towers over you as his beautiful blue-green eyes stare into yours. the shirt he gave you covered the entirety of your body as it was much too big on you.

“i-i don’t know.” is all you manage to spit out. the thoughts in your brain are moving a million miles an hour and your body still feels numb.

“i’m not giving you a choice after that.” dream smirks devilishly.

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lis-likes-fics · 2 years

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Bound in Dream

Pairings: Morpheus/Dream x Reader W/C: 7.7k words Warnings: Kidnapping, mentions of death, mentions of sickness, sad storytelling, that’s really it. It’s a fluff-angst mix... A/N: This took longer to finish than I thought it would, but I’d blame work for that so... Here it is, enjoy!

The darkness of the night was quiet inside your home. Candlelight was the only thing illuminating the room as you gathered your herbs and set them out. They were familiar herbs, ones you grabbed once a week as a ritual, a routine, a necessity. You ground each herb together with your pestle, watching each little leaf or seed be crushed under its stone.

As if on cue, the whistling of the kettle pot heating over the stove signaled its readiness. Your thin nightgown flowed behind you as you shifted the pot and grabbed your mortar. Setting it down, you transferred it to your tea cup. You closed your eyes, your hands hovered over the cup as your finger swirled around the rim slowly, gently, a feather light touch as your magic seeped into the cup. You muttered the ancient words of your spell, whispering them into the air as you allowed your enchantment to settle.

When you opened your eyes again, the mixture of leaves and seeds was a powder. You picked up the kettle and poured the boiling water into your cup with a sigh. After a short, careless blow, you sipped at your tea and ignored the harsh burn to your tongue.

You held the cup between both your hands and blew out a breath. "Perhaps I'll sleep tonight," you whispered.

Then a strange feeling came over you. Your head began to spin and your body swayed horribly with the dizziness of whatever was suddenly taking over you. You grabbed the edge of the counter. The cup slipped through your and shattered against the tile of the floors with a harsh burn and slight stings against your bare feet.

"Here in the darkness…"

The words were a whisper in the back of your mind, a little echo of chanting. A dark feeling settled over you, hollowing your soul.

"Here in the darkness."

"What's happening?" you asked yourself, struggling to stay upright.

"Here in the darkness!"

The ground slipped from under you, and you were suddenly falling. The dark magic gripped you as you tried to grip onto whatever part of your reality that you could. You could grasp at nothing, take hold of nothing, there was nothing. You were like a bird trapped in a cage.

Your body met the floor with a harsh thud. The pain surged for only a moment before vanishing, paling in comparison to the horrors you have already endured. You could not move, numb to the feeling of your body, other than the bite of the cold floor underneath your skin. You were rendered paralyzed at the grip of dark sorcery, hazy-minded and heavy-bodied.

You could faintly hear the muttering and echoes of voices, shocked and excited. You could feel as one in particular, one that sounds like he's speaking through a filter as his muffled words command his people to move. You felt a set of hands remove your robe and leave you in your nightgown, but that was the most you could comprehend.

You were struggling to hold onto reality, too far gone from your potion and the darkness of the spell that gripped you. You slipped out of your consciousness, falling into a void of sleep that you wished never to return to.

You felt your toes first, wiggling unwillingly as you slowly came back to wakefulness. The tips of your fingers were next, flexing slightly as you tried to will yourself to open your eyes—but they were so heavy. You had no real desire to allow them to open again. You took in a slow, deep breath, filling your tight lungs like a balloon that wished not to inflate. You were able to clench your fist after a moment—tight, loose, then tight again as you allowed yourself to wake up.

You opened your eyes, unmoving as they darted around the room, through a barrier of glass. It took too long for you to realize you weren't alone. You turned your gaze without moving your head, and your eyes landed on a pale-skinned man across from you, bare and limp and beautiful as his face buried in the crook of his arm. He emanated a power you had never felt before, a power that reached inside of you and demanded submission. He was strong and compelling.

But just as vulnerable as you.

It's then you realized your own body, not as bare as him, but nowhere near decency. You ignored it, it was not of importance at that moment.

You were both trapped, imprisoned in this sphere, in this dome of glass as you lay unwilling to move.

A moment of silence and paralysis passed before you heard the squeak of a door. Your eyes looked but you did not move. A muffled command became a clear voice as a man approached the glass. He was mature, tall and blond and as greedy as the men you've met before. Next to him was a little boy, young and scared and almost…unwilling, you thought.

He saw you first, eyes open and watching. "Ah," he muttered, "You're awake."

You didn't respond. He watched the both of you for another moment before he finally spoke again, this time to the mysterious being next to you. "Are you awake? Are you listening?"

There was a long pause of silence. The being did not stir. The man sighed and circled the dome to take the both of you in, stopping at the other side to see you more clearly.

"I know who you are…" a beat, "Dream of the Endless."

You breath silently caught in your throat at the name. The being beside you, a man you had begun to question the presence of after so long without the proof that you had hoped you would be above the necessity of.

The being, Dream of the Endless, opened his eyes. You both remained still.

The man spoke again. He sounded so pleased with himself as he did so, "I captured you according to the laws of magic…but it wasn't you I wanted."

You wanted to scoff, to challenge his knowledge on magic when you had spent the last nine centuries knowing the true meaning of sorcery. But you did not. You would not give him the satisfaction.

"I wanted Death to return my son Randall, who died in the Gallipoli Campaign." There was a long pause, a grief in his soul that writhed for a moment before he shoved it to the side and returned to business. "If you give him back to me, alive and well, I'll release you. Is that in your power, Lord of Dreams?"

There was no response from him. The man clenched his jaw once and turned to you. "And what about you, Ms…?"

You gave no response. You just stared, silent and still and entirely unwilling.

"No," he sighed. "I suppose not." Another long pause. "So, then…what can you give me? If I let you go, if I promise to give you back your things."

No answer.

"What, power? Wealth? Immortality, hm?"

Not even a glance.

"Is there nothing you can offer me?"

Nothing.

"Well, have it your way then," he said. "And until you're ready to speak, I'll enjoy the gifts you've already given me."

He revealed a necklace, a ruby that glinted with an intimidating power. Then he left, he left the both of you alone with the boy who strayed next to the glass.

Dream finally moved, his body was slow, lethargic as he looked at the boy. You still didn't move, not yet finding the strength or will as you lay there. The boy stared, fear and panic slipping into him as Dream's eyes watched.

The boy ran, and you were left alone with two guards and the Endless you never thought you would meet.

After a moment, you breathed in and sat up. You pulled your knees to your chest and laid against the side of the glass. Your eyes finally met, and he stared once more.

His gaze left you breathless.

It glinted with the light of a thousand galaxies, starry and ancient and filled with a hidden rage that burned for the man who had captured you.

But for you, all you found was curiosity and sorrow for your shared fates.

In a whispered voice, one still heavy with sleep and weak with your drainage of power, you muttered almost too quietly. "Silentium…"

Dream's eyes looked up as he felt a warm blanket of magic settle in your cage. Then they found you once more, and he tilted his head. But he does not speak.

You didn't need him to. "Hello," you said in that same whispered voice. You introduced yourself, turning your palm up over the top of your knee as an invitation for some form of physical greeting.

He stared at your hand but did not move, at least not immediately. It was when you were about to retreat your hand when he slowly reached, moving at a snail's pace that you had all the patience in the world for. His fingertips brushed yours. You offered a ghost of a smile.

"I don't know why I'm here," you told him honestly. Your voice was a little stronger, but still just a quiet echo in the dome you blessed with silence. No one outside of your own personal partnered prison would hear you speak. He remained silent, and you accepted that silence.

"I don't know how I got here," you added, returning your hands to rest in a warm spot squished between your lap and your belly as you pulled your knees tighter to your chest. "I'm an actual sorceress, a witch… I've heard of Dream of the Endless, but I never thought I would ever meet you within my eternal life. I wish it was under better circumstances."

Your offered smile widened slightly, "Regardless, it's an honor." He took in your smile, and then he nodded once.

You sighed and looked around your prison once more. He watched your head bow as you stared at the fabric covering your knees. "I've been in captivity before," you whispered. "You'd think it would get easier, but it never does..."

Dream looked at you with a sadness in his eyes that held a depth rare to find. You gave another small smile, wanting to reassure him but finding no words to fit. You opened your mouth with the intention of easing his worries, but closed it when you thought of nothing.

So, instead, you told him a story. Surely the King of Dreams liked stories, didn't he?

"In 1457, I was a lady-in-waiting for a king's daughter," you began. Dream leaned back again and tilted his head as he listened. "The king's daughter loved the spring, it was her favorite time of year. Her father allowed her to plant in their gardens in the spring, and I was always there to supervise. One year, for her 12th birthday, I gifted her a seed I created. We planted it together, and she spent months trying to get it to grow."

You smiled, remembrance filling the hazy spots in your mind. "All through spring, the seed did not grow. Nor did it grow in the summer, or in the autumn months. As the weather grew colder, she began to lose hope that the seed would ever grow. She asked me why I gave her a fake seed, begged for an answer I never gave to her outside of riddles. She hated riddles."

You chuckled softly. "She also hated the winter, her mother had died of a winter sickness when she was young. She hated the cold and the dark, and she hated that her mother's flowers would never grow. So, one day, I took her to the gardens after it had snowed the night before. She kept begging me to let her go back inside."

You looked at him then, and he could have smiled at the glint of happiness in your eyes as you practically glowed with it. "I showed her the flower that grew from the water of the fallen snow, tempted by the bitter cold. She told me it was the most beautiful flower she'd ever seen. Every spring, until she was eventually married off to a prince across the world and I was relieved of my duty, I would give her the seed and we would wait for it to grow. Before she left with her new husband, she told me that I was the reason winter was her favorite season. She said she would miss me…and she said I was a mother to her."

You looked down at your lap, your smile faltered only slightly. "I never saw her after that, but every spring, for her birthday, I plant the flower and wait for it to grow."

He watched tentatively as you spoke, hanging onto every word with a wonder you had never seen before. You blushed and looked away, smiling at his undeniable beauty. Your smile fell suddenly as you looked up at him. "I'm sorry we're trapped here. Dreams are not meant to be held captive by dreamless men."

He tilted his head and watched you slump against the wall of the glass dome. You closed your eyes but did not sleep, choosing instead to relish in the silence between you as your spell crumbled away.

Roderick Burgess's cellar became your new home. The passage of time was slow, even for an immortal. Ten years felt like a snail crawl. Most days were filled with silence and stillness and more meaningless demands from your captor.

In ten years, you still had not heard Dream utter a single word. He was silent as the grave, and you did not urge him once to speak. You hardly spoke yourself.

Some days, you told him stories of your life. He liked your stories, the way you told them with a perfect narrative voice that was never more than a whisper. You told him happy stories, sad ones, ones with bittersweet endings that would leave him to wonder—and wonder, he did. He had to do something to fill the space of emptiness in every day.

Until one day was not met with emptiness.

You felt it before you saw anything, the magic of the creature approaching. Dream felt it before you. You watched his body extend as he looked around, touching the glass as he searched for something.

You heard the soft flap of wings as a bird approached. The raven, a beautiful bird with black feathers and a chest of white, flew into the room. She was amazing, as enchanting as the being she belonged to.

Dream reached for her, pressing his hands to the glass as she pecked and flapped and cawed against the wall. For the first time in years, for the first time ever, you saw hope flash behind his glittering eyes.

The King of Dreams smiled.

Your lips spread in a grin. He was so ethereal, the way he smiled like he had been granted sweet freedom. You hoped it was, sweet, sweet freedom as his raven pecked against the glass. It was so close, you could–

Bang!

You gasped, your back hit the back of the globe as you stared wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the blood that splattered against the glass. Horror shot through your spine as you stared, holding your breath in your constricting lungs. The raven, broken and bloody, lay lifeless on the ground. You sat and stared, mourning the atrocities of such a horrible death.

The thick, red ink slipped down the clear barrier like tar. "Idiot! You could have shot at the glass," Burgess's voice tore you violently from your shock.

You turned your head. The boy, not so much a boy anymore, held a shotgun as he stood across the room like a deer caught in headlights, wild eyes big and teary. "Clear that mess up." His father snatched the gun and stormed away.

Dream stared at the blood, he stared at the body of his dear friend. He watched as Alex Burgess reached out and scooped the bird into his hands.

Dream glared with a vengeance that you had never seen in your nine hundred years. For a moment, you believed the glass separating the two would shatter by the will of his rage.

It was weeks before Dream could even bring himself to look at you again. He mourned and grieved with silent tears.

It was weeks before you told Dream another story. This story was not a happy one, it was not one with a cheerful ending.

"I had a son."

Your voice was hoarse, broken and quiet from being unused for so long. Dream's eyes found you, he saw the unshed tears welling in your eyes and threatening to spill.

You let out a shaky breath at the memory of your boy, sniffling as you shook your head. "He was born in 1626…three hundred years ago today. He got sick. While I would just get better, he was not immortal like me… He suffered for a month, and I could not cure him. He died in 1638, a twelve year old boy."

You chuckled, a watery sound filled with sorrow and regret. Dream swallowed thickly, his eyes filling with the same tears as she shared in your grief. You inhaled deeply, shaking your head and rubbing at your eyes. You still did not look at him.

“Before him, I had a daughter, 1294,” you said. “She looked like me, nearly a spitting image. My son had no gifts—as far as I knew—but she did, just a little… The village we lived in noticed that I did not age like other women, and she had too green a thumb. We were both accused of witchcraft.” You licked your lips and rubbed your arms absent-mindedly. “They burned down our house with us inside. She died screaming, and there was nothing I could do.”

When you finally looked at Dream, you were nearly shocked by the tears in his eyes. They were red-rimmed, filled with grief as he gazed at you with that same depth. You let out a long breath and wiped down your face, which was soaked by your tears. Your breath trembled again and you reached out a hand, grasping his without a request.

“I’m sorry about your raven, Dream,” you whispered, holding his hand with a gentle squeeze. “I’m sorry.”

Again, he swallowed thickly. His jaw clenched and he opened his mouth, his pink lips just barely parting.

He turned his head at the sound of footsteps echoing down the hall. Burgess was back, it seemed. Dream’s mouth closed and he sat straighter again. You let go of his hand and steeled your face, your sorrow being replaced by the hatred you felt for the who had caused you and your prison mate so much suffering.

One decade turned to five, and you were still trapped with Dream. Five decades of sleepless days and nights. He took notice, saw the way you closed your eyes but never rested, the way you drifted but never slumbered. It took a while through the haze of your cloudy mind to realize his hand holding yours. It was gentle, cold skin grazing your knuckles with his thumb.

You looked at him and saw the way he watched you with a tilted head, pursed lips, and eyes filled with that same curiosity that gazed at you nearly every day. You could hardly pick any of it out. Your mind was so heavy as you lay slumped against the glass. You could barely sit upright anymore, you felt so weak with fifty years of insomniatic wakefulness weighing down on your shoulders.

You felt him gently squeeze your hand and looked at him with unfocused eyes. You tried to offer a smile to ease the worry you recognized in his gaze, but the drooping of your eyes defeated the purpose. You licked your lips and took in a breath that was far too slow to be ragged for him.

“In 1737,” your voice was feeble, a slow, broken whisper as you mustered strength enough to speak, “I had a bird, a wild mountain bluebird…I was sold by a family I worked under to a man going to North America. He gave me Eloise—that’s what I named her—as a peace offering to make me happy.” You looked down at Dream’s hand still grasping yours across the globe. “But she never sang,” you mumbled. “She was locked up so long, she didn’t want to, didn’t remember how.” You blinked slowly, though your lids hardly touched. “After a while…my owner grew disappointed… He killed her and got a trained parrot instead. I loved Eloise, she was like me…”

Dream understood why you told him the story. He learned long ago that they were your form of communication. He learned more and more about you with every story you told. After fifty years, you still had more to give.

Dream held your hand in a feather light touch. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the back of your palm. The action would have made you blush, it would have made you smile and wonder just what it might mean…but you were so tired that you convinced yourself you dreamt it. Why you dreamt it? You had no real clue.

All you did know was that, as he pulled away from you again, your hand still being stroked by his thumb, your eyes and your body were suddenly too heavy to hold it up anymore. Your eyes closed and your body felt numb as you slumped limply against the glass behind you. Your hazy mind felt a little less burdened, finally out of touch and away from realities you had no capacity to dream of. A dreamless sleep, it was, a peaceful sleep.

As your breathing became steady and your sleep settled over Dream, he let out a gentle sigh and nearly dared to smile. He shifted across the globe and pulled your body into his side. Your head fell softly onto his shoulder, and he did not move. Still holding your hand, he allowed you to sleep for however long it was that you needed. It seemed, you had all the time in the world as the glass entrapping you refused to give way.

A week had roughly passed before you awoke once more. Dream had not moved from your side, his own eyes closed as he rested but did not sleep. He felt your wakefulness before you realized you had awoken. Your mind was so much clearer, you could make out your own thoughts now as you came to. You had not been so lucid in decades.

Your eyes did not open for a long time, refusing to give up the peaceful hold that your dreamless sleep had on you. Dream’s eyes opened and his hand smoothed against the top of yours again. Your heart fluttered, but you did not open your eyes. You knew he knew you were awake.

Your response was silent, although your lips moved to form the words he just barely heard slip past your nearly unmoving lips. “Thank you.” A gentle, almost invisible nod moved Dream’s head. You felt his lips against the back of your palm—this time not as much a dream as the last—and smiled.

It was a strange day. Some number of decades in and Dream found you more…at ease than usual. You seemed lighter, and he found that curious. You noticed the look he was giving you. With roughly a century with no one but him, you'd grown to know his face like the back of your hand.

You offered him a smile, taking his hand—it had become a shared habit of yours, physical contact. "You remember when I told you about the man who bought me when he sailed to North America? The one who gifted me the bird?"

He nodded, just a slight tip of the head up and down. He shifted his body slightly. You were going to tell another story.

"Well, I wasn't the only woman he bought," you explained. "There were two others: a mother and her daughter, about eleven and twenty-seven. The girl and I were basically just maids. I cooked and cleaned—her mother and I taught her how. He'd taken her mother as his wife."

He inclined his head, listening to your every word as you told him probably the thousandth story by now. "I always told them stories—just like you—mostly her daughter though, she loved them."

You sat up a little straighter, shifting over so you sat next to him so your shoulders brushed together. You squeezed his hand gently.

"Once I told them a story about a general and his men going into battle. The army was smaller in size than their enemy, and all of the general's men were afraid they would lose. So the general took a coin and told his army that if it landed on heads, they would win, tails would lose. He tossed the coin, it landed, and he said 'heads'. His army was filled with a new confidence. They went to battle, fought, and won. After the battle, he told his men that the coin landed on tails."

You tilted your head as your smile spread, "She asked me why the general lied to his army. I said that he told them the coin was heads and not tails so they had hope. I told her that hope was the most important thing in the world. Then I pulled a coin and told her that if it landed on heads, we would be set free. If it landed on tails, we would live with the man forever. I flipped the coin, it landed on heads, and then I gave it to her. I said, 'As long as you hope for freedom, freedom will come.'"

He watched as you stared down at your hands, before meeting his gaze with that same smile. "She smiled at me and told me that…" you chuckled, "She told me she would dream of freedom that night. And she did, I saw it. I felt it."

Dream's brows knitted together. You felt her dream of freedom? It was so strange to him, to hear someone speak of dreams like old friends, like an emotion felt deep within your soul.

"At the end of the week, our owner received a letter from England stating his return. He'd been caught in illegal business and was being brought back for trial. He was found guilty. His marriage to the girl's mother and his ownership of us was rendered void, and we were free." You sighed gently, "The mother found a good man and married him, and I moved on to the next place."

Dream tilted his head.

You shifted again so you sat across from him, still holding both hands again. "Sometimes, good stories foreshadow good things."

Another riddle. His lips threatened to spread in a smile, he even almost let a chuckle slip through his lips as he shook his head and looked away again. You did chuckle, sitting back against the glass dome.

And it seemed you were right.

A couple of weeks passed, every day the same as the last with few or more stories and silence. Until one day, when old Alexander Burgess and his husband came to see you for the last time.

"I could have asked you for wealth or power, like my father did."

You tilted your head at his words, looking him up and down as he stood against the glass. Dream's gaze was just as hard.

"But all I ever wanted was to be free of you," he confessed. "Surely you want that, too."

Paul sighed, "Alex, darling, please."

Alex turned his head only slightly to his husband and just shook his head. He wheeled over his chair as Alex moved to sit in it. "Take me upstairs, Paul," he breathed.

He gave the both of you one last look with eyes aged from a dragging life. "I won't be coming down here again."

Paul turned the chair around. He hesitated for a moment before wheeling the chair away again.

The old wheels of the chair scraped away the golden markings of the seal. He broke the boundaries.

Paul looked over his shoulder once and then he left. You shared a look with Dream as the door to the cellar squeaked shut. He just nodded his hand, slow and definite.

The guards chattered, meaningless words you did not care for. You were gathering your strength. With the seal broken, you could access the world outside of this glass dome.

Dream leaned forward, pressing his hands against the glass. There was shouting coming from the second guard after a moment, a commotion that ripped you from your thoughts as you heard gunshots that echoed along the halls. A bright glow overtook the dark cellar, like a star had found its way to the deepest part of the house. A powerful magic swirled around you, strong and intense.

The glasses shattered underneath you. You stood unsteadily to your feet before you straightened once again. The guards continued to shout and yell over the howling wind and the blaring light.

It did not much matter to you. In the next moment, you were standing in the dark night in front of the house. The doors were large, grand dark wood designed with metal of silver and gold. You raised your hands and pressed it to the wood, closing your eyes as you began to chant.

"Wither and decay… Arescet et labe…"

You whispered the words at first, curling your fingers into the wood that began to splinter and cave under the dampening wood. Your fists clenched and a darkness spread throughout the wood and stone of the house. Like a plague, it spread from brick to brick, it soaked into the floors, the walls.

"Wither and decay… Arescet et labe..."

Your voice was stronger. You felt freer, liberated from your prison. The earth surrounding you fueled your magic as the house began to decay, as if it had sat there vacant and unattended for centuries upon centuries.

"Arescet et labe…"

The stony ground underneath your feet cracked like shattering glass. Dirt turned to ash, plants turned to moldy messes along the ground that was once green with life. It all turned black, black like a starless sky, black like a void.

"Arescet et labe!"

All the trees within a mile radius splintered in the distance, cracking and thundering as some fell with loud exclamations of their sudden deaths.

And then you were being pulled again. But this pull was different from the dark magic that gripped you a century ago. This was stronger, deeper, it felt like… home.

A bright light blinded you and you felt the heavy sensations of sleep seep into your skin. Your eyes closed.

“Y/N…”

A voice called your name, deep and soothing. It was alluring, like velvet against a starry sky. It filled your mind, your soul. It lifted you from your rest and brought you to life.

“Y/N.”

Your eyes fluttered open. They squinted as they attempted to focus on the figure in front of you. You saw the dark cloak first, long and billowing and filled with the stars in the universe. Pale skin brushed the apple of your cheek, cold knuckles grazed over your face. You focused on the face in front of you, the face you had gazed at for over a hundred years.

His blue eyes glittered like great seas. You saw a spark of a powerful spirit within them as you gazed. "Dream?" you spoke, willing yourself to stand. You set your hand underneath you and pushed up, slipping slightly when you came to terms with the dark sand under your palm. You heard the sound of the ocean lapping against land and turned your head to see it.

You looked back at Dream, saw his face glowing in an ethereal light. You smiled at him, a gentle smile that expressed your relief at being within his safe presence.

For the first time in a very long time, you saw Dream's smile reciprocated. It was small, but it was one of the most beautiful things you'd ever seen.

He held out his hand for you and helped you to stand to your feet. You stood on shaky legs for a moment as you steadied yourself. "Where are we?" you muttered as you looked around the dark beach.

He held your hand in his palm, the other came to sit innocently at your waist. His smile stuck to his lips like it was always meant to be there, like it would never wash away.

He spoke slowly, soothingly. The sound of his voice was worth his verbal neglect as it filled you with a sensation you could not describe with a single word.

"Forgive me for my silence this century long past," he said. "I am Morpheus, the King of Dreams and Ruler of Nightmares.”

Your lips parted as you stared at him. You lost yourself in his twinkling gaze as his pink blushed cheeks complemented his smile. “Morpheus…” you whispered in reply. You glanced around once more, “Where are we?”

He shifted so that he stood beside you, his hand still holding yours as his other kept you steady. “This is my realm,” he explained. “The Dreaming.”

“It feels…”

“Strange?”

“Like…” you trailed off, trying to find the right words as you shook your head. “It feels like home.” Of course, there was something odd about the place, but it just felt…safe, warm, good. Morpheus’ brows knitted together at your description.

You did not notice. Your eyes had found someone else, someone who wasn’t a Burgess or one of his guards. She wore a suit, perfect and pressed. Her glasses sat perfectly at the bridge of her nose. Her clear head helped you see the sharp point of her ears. She offered you a smile, hesitant but kind as you looked at her.

“Hello,” you greeted her softly.

She nodded, “Hello. I am Lucienne, the Dreaming’s librarian.”

You smiled and looked at Morpheus, a knowing look in your eyes as you teased him. “So you do like stories?” He gave no verbal response, but you do swear you made him chuckle as he tried to hide his smile.

“Come,” he bid softly as he began to walk again toward the grand set of doors, “Let us talk more inside. It’s time you saw my kingdom.”

“Forgive me, sir, but…” Lucienne’s voice made him turn. He tilted his head as she spoke, sorrow and hesitance in her voice, “The realm, the palace... they are not as you left them.”

He let go of you and you moved to stand beside the librarian. You both shared a look, uncertainty in both your gazes. Morpheus raised his hand to the door that towered over the three of you like colossals. Morpheus showed no fear or intimidation, why would he? A king in his own realm, he knew this land like the back of his hand. And his land knew him. As his palm faced the doors, they began to open, obeying the will of their ruler to reveal a land that…

A land that was crumbling, decaying like a dying earth void of life.

You watched on as you began to take a few steps past the doors. It hardly went noticed by Dream, who turned to face Lucienne in a discussion about the events that had unfolded. You didn’t know what to do in this land of forgotten beauty, a land of dreams that had been turned to ash.

You were learning new things in the Dreaming, keeping yourself busy while Morpheus did the same. You soon learned why you became tangled in with the spell performed that caught Dream. It took a lot of researching with Lucienne—Morpheus had a few of his own questions to answer, why not occupy yourself?—but you finally found the answer.

You were a witch, you’ve known this since you began casting spells and learned you never aged. What you had not known was that your magic came from the Dreaming, powered through the link your soul has shared with this mystical realm since you were born. You had been dancing with dreams since the beginning, dancing around Dream since the beginning. So many almost meetings because of your own souls’ connection to one another that lay unconscious for the both of you.

Morpheus had only met two others that shared such a phenomena with you, two others that had taken residence in the Dreaming as dreams ever since. This was where you belonged, you felt it in your soul, in your heart. It’s where he was and where you wished to stay.

Morpheus embarked on an adventure to retrieve the tools that had been stolen from him during your captivity together. As his journey continued on, you found yourself wandering the Dreaming that was being rebuilt around you. He’d left almost immediately after he returned to begin his journey. You stayed behind. As much as you wanted to see the world that had changed within the last century you’d been locked away, leaving the Dreaming so soon felt all too strange.

When Morpheus finally returned from his quest, he seemed…distant. His face was fallen and his lungs were full of contentless sighs. Whenever you went to him, you could not help but wonder if he was alright. Freedom was sweet, but imprisonment lingered. You wondered if his imprisonment was still lingering in himself.

You wanted to reach out, to help him, to offer your aid in any way he would need…but you didn’t know how. You wanted to hold his hand, as you had done a countless amount of times during your captivity, and show him that you were still there. It seemed, since you’d been freed, he’d forgotten that you were there. You had already found yourself missing his presence, missing his soft touch and deep gazes.

You considered returning to the Waking World, returning to the home you had before all this to see what had become of it. But every time you prepared yourself to depart, you found him. He was there, looking at you with those all-encompassing eyes that pleaded for your stay without even realizing it. So you did, you stayed in the Dreaming, you stayed with him.

There was one day where he found you in the library. It wasn’t a strange occurrence. You often spent your time in the library when he was not there. You loved stories, telling and hearing them. They brought you joy, comfort. You felt his presence before you even saw him. It was hard for you not to tell he was around. Spending so much time with him made it impossible for him to remain anonymous to you.

“Hello, Morpheus,” you greeted him as you flipped through the book in your hand. It was a Shakespearean tragedy, one you’ve read many times before. You had met the young man a long time ago. You asked him what his inspiration was, he told you it was as if his dreams had come true. You chuckled to yourself. A dream come true. It seemed the both of you had been dancing around one another since before you were thrust together in a cage.

“Hello, Y/N,” he spoke in that velvety voice again. “How are you today?”

You finally looked at him with a smile, “I’m well. You?” He simply nodded, but his eyes seemed downcasted to the book in your hands. It wasn’t exactly a look of curiosity for the book—no, you knew his curious gaze too well to get it wrong. He seemed distracted, occupied by his thoughts which spoke to him in riddles.

You closed the book and set a hand on his forearm, tilting your head to tempt him into looking at you. “Are you alright?” you whispered gently.

He looked at you, his eyes lingering for a little too long as he gazed. His tongue poked out between his lips to wet them as he attempted to speak. “I…” he trailed off, trying to think of the words as he contemplated something in his mind. It seemed difficult for him to put his thoughts into words so that he may voice them to you. Especially as he looked at you, he couldn’t help but forget why he was here altogether.

“Morpheus?” you asked again.

He took in a deep breath before blowing it out in a gentle sigh and closing his mouth. Then he began to speak. “A long time ago…I met this man.” He knew he piqued your interest as you looked at him with eyes he was almost certain you didn’t know were wide with your curiosity. You set your book down on a shelf absent-mindedly, giving him your full attention as you listened. You loved stories, he knew you loved stories.

“He was of noble birth,” he continued, a smile reaching his face as he spoke, “noble title, a knight, a lord with riches and status and a lavish lifestyle any man could dream of. When I confronted him and asked him of his life’s value…he told me that he was utterly…” his smile faltered and his brows furrowed, “empty.”

He looked down at you when your head tilted once more, hanging onto his every word the same way that he had done to yours before in your glass container. He had not realized he reached up to grab your hand, just the brush of his fingers against the length of yours. Neither had you, the action had grown so familiar over the years.

“Nothing in his life granted him the happiness he so desperately craved.” He let out a breath, as if still astonished by the words of the man he’d spoken to so long ago. “I asked him why he was unhappy. Do you know what he said to me?”

You shook your head, lips parted as you listened. Morpheus found himself smiling, not at the story but at the look on your face. You were so…ethereal—a word you would blanch at if he used it for you, you spent so much time using it for him that the possibility of it for anyone else seemed out of the question now. His words were paced slowly, lulled and lilted in storytelling. You could listen to him speak for hours, listen to him tell you stories for the rest of your days.

“He told me that the only thing in the world that could fill the void in his heart…” he looked down at your partially joined hands before he suddenly lined them up. Your palms pressed together gently, his hand bigger in comparison to yours as he lingered there. “...was the heart of another to love him.”

Your eyes fluttered at his words. His eyes bore into yours, you could have sworn you could see the faint lining of tears as he continued to stare into the depths of your soul. “All he ever wanted was a partner to call his own, to hold and to be held by. He said that he would give anything in the world for someone to love.”

You watched him with flickering eyes. You watched as he curled his fingers between your own, intertwining them as he held your now joined hands in the air. His thumb stroked over the meat of the back of your palm. “I feel…” he mumbled as he trailed off, gazing still, “that I find myself understanding the weight of his words now in this moment.”

You held your breath as he held his own. You were close now, closer than you expected to be, closer than you had ever been—even after so many years as close. “Now that I stand before you and look into the eyes of a woman I wish to spend my own life with. If you will have me, I would ask you to fill the hole in my heart that I carry for you.”

Sometime during the last century, you had fallen for the King of Dreams. Of course you had—how could you not? For so many years, that truth was buried in your heart and hidden away from even yourself. As he spoke these words, as he told you of his desire to be with you, you realized that you shared his sentiments, his hopes and dreams.

And rather than answer him with a riddled story, you answered him with the press of your lips to his own.

His mouth was soft and warm, like pillows against your flesh. Although hesitant as he came to terms with your kiss, he melted against you like you had done with him. He held you in his arms, supported your weight effortlessly and gripped you in the hopes of never having to let you go.

Your lips molded perfectly with his, like the perfect pieces of a puzzle that were simply meant to be. It ignited your soul, sent a spark that gave life to an ember you would keep for the rest of your days. You held his hands tightly in yours between your bodies, thumbs stroking and fingers curling.

And, as you pulled away, it felt like you had been given a breath of fresh air as you stood and breathed for a moment. Eyes still fluttered closed, you allowed a smile to venture over your lips as they tingled at the sensation of his own. You nodded after a moment, still lost in the haze of his care. “Yes,” you whispered, finally opening your eyes to witness the joy twinkling in his own. “I want nothing more than to spend my life with you.”

His smile was the largest you had ever seen. It made your heart beat ruthlessly against your ribcage, thumping in your chest like the pounding of the drums of war. You couldn’t help the slight giggle, love-drunk and giddy, from slipping past your lips as you saw his contented smile. “Then I should call myself the happiest being in existence, my darling witch.”

You blushed and licked your lips. He bent down and captured them in a kiss once more.

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The Miracle - Ch.1

Morpheus (Dream of the Endless) x reader (no gender/pronouns mentioned)

Summary: In a natural world you would not exist, born by someone who could never have a child. You were a miracle. An anomaly that lives outside the natural laws and has power in all realms. But there is one realm, one King, that you are drawn to most of all. Warnings: canon-typical magic, flirting WC: 2480

Ch.1 || Ch.2 || Ch.3 || Ch.4 || Ch.5 || Ch.6

The Dreaming The faceless man tried to instil fear into your mind but you could see the coward behind the mask, the soulless demon who preyed on the helpless. Only you weren’t helpless.

A fire burned in the pits where his eyes should have been and you cast an arm over the terrain, washing it with hues of life and a crystalline river to suffocate those flames. The water surrounded him, steam erupting as it touched his skin until he was encompassed and withered away to nothing.

Silence fell as the river dissolved. All was peaceful in the dense glade once again and you tipped your head to the rays of light that pierced through the canopy, basking in its warmth.

“How did you do that?”

You spun around to face the handsome stranger that had appeared behind you. In the shafts of light that broke the dark his jaw looked sharp below the hallows of his cheeks. His pale skin gave you the sinking feeling that this was death himself coming to greet you. Straightening your spine, you refused to show your trepidation.

“It is my dream, I can do whatever I want,” you answered sardonically. To prove your point, the ground swelled around you until it split and the chasm was filled with a threatening red liquid that resembled a moat of fiery blood. You were also well aware that it created a small distance between him and you.

“That is where you are mistaken,” he spoke softly, a deep and dark reverberation to his tone that seemed to rumble through the air with its own power. Sand swirled around his boots, carrying him closer, safely over the moat. Your neck craned back to look up at his face and you stood your ground as he trailed those curious eyes over your body. “This is my dream.”

A gold chain hung around his neck and you caught your wide-eyed reflections in the polished facets of a glowing ruby. The gemstone seemed to whisper to you, begging your touch enough to leave your fingers trembling at your side until you broke away. A dip grew between his dark brows as he watched the strange interaction with fascination and his head tilted slightly, the semblance of an intelligent bird coming to mind.

“You’re a creation,” he said with a deeper frown.

“Aren’t we all, in some way or another,” you replied with a confident smile, hoping it hid the waver in your voice.

“I suppose you are correct,” he nodded with a tight lipped smile. “We may be the Endless but we certainly had a beginning.”

Before you could question him to find out what an Endless was, a harsh screeching filled the air and the ground began to roll beneath your feet. The edges of the dream began to blur and fade away, a silent grey eating away the colourful world you had sculpted until only he remained.

“Will you find me again?” you asked tentatively, undecided on whether it was wise or not to ask.

A small curl appeared at the corner of his lips and those sad, jaded eyes suddenly seemed lighter. “I already have.”

The Waking You felt his heavy presence before your eyes fluttered open. Dust particles twinkled as they drifted across the sunlight that speared through the gap in your curtain and you watched them disappear into the shadows where he stood.

You should have been startled, at the very least, by his blatant disregard to normal social behaviour but you found his demure nature to be quite soothing. The god complex from The Dreaming had simmered away when he left his realm for The Waking but he still held a formidable power in those eyes.

“You’re shorter than I remember,” you said with a yawn as he took a step closer and let the sun illuminate his features.

“A dreamer’s perception.” The words were cool but there was that light again, the shimmer of humour.

“Perhaps,” you chuckled. “Or you used your clever little tricks to make yourself appear bigger. It would not be the first time a man has tried that.”

Your eyes trailed over the leather vest he wore and down further still until his nose wrinkled and a scoff escaped his lips at your implied taunt. His long legs drew him closer until he towered over you at the edge of your bed and he dropped his hands either side of your head to cage you in. Your heart was pumping, the beats so loud that he could surely hear - only it was not from fear as you looked into his obsidian eyes.

“I am not a man. I am the King of Dreams. I am of the Endless.”

His chest was puffing as the silence enclosed around you and you wished you could see what was hidden beneath the dark, leather vestment he wore like an armour. You swore you could feel the warmth of his skin on yours, or at least the memory of it long forgotten, something you had been searching for.

“We are not in The Dreaming now,” you said as you sat up slowly. You had given him enough time to choose to give you space and back away or hold his position and let you inhale his scent that enveloped you. He gave not an inch as he kept your eyes captivated. The moment was more intimate than you had imagined it would be as you closed them and let your senses be filled with him - cherry wood and sweet smoke. “You’re in my realm.”

You trailed your index finger along the perfectly sewn seam that traced the lines of his chest and bit your lip as they began to unravel.

“What are you?” he asked, unperturbed by the cool air now kissing his chest.

“Unique.”

“That I know,” he growled softly, catching your wrists before you could reach his leather pants, despite the way his pupils dilated at the idea of you removing them. “What are you exactly?”

You huffed and fell back onto your pillow, your body immediately missing his closeness. “An answer to a prayer. A dream come true. Take your pick.”

His lips parted in surprise and a breathless laugh bubbled out. “A miracle. You’re a miracle.”

“That’s what my mother said,” you said with a shrug. “I didn’t believe her until…”

“Tell me,” he pleaded quietly as he dropped to his knees in your lingering silence. “Please.”

“On my 10th birthday, my dreams came true - my thoughts came to life,” you said barely above a whisper. Most people would think you were crazy, your childhood friends certainly thought it and it led to a solitary life. But here was this man, no, this King, accepting your words as gospel. “If I lose control, if I let my emotions consume me, then the world, Waking or Dreaming, begins to change. And not in a way that is intended.”

He leant forward, fascinated by the ability that was everything and nothing like his power. “It is as much a burden as it is a gift.”

You didn’t miss the self reflection or tic of his jaw as he clenched it shut. He was right.

“Tell me, King of Dreams, if given the chance, would you give your burden unto others so that they may bear its weight?”

He seemed to contemplate his answer before he stood up and held a hand out. You eyed the line of smooth skin from his long fingers, along the blue veins and across the straps of muscles that showed a hidden strength, coming to rest on the ruby that hung over his bare chest. The gemstone once again called to you as you accepted his hand and let him pull you from the bed.

“Today it is not a burden,” he said with an almost smile. “Let me show you.”

You stepped closer to him as a sand storm began to encroach on the space around you. A blink later, you reluctantly returned his clothes to him. You would hate to see that body marred by the whipping grains of sand flying by.

For a moment, all light was gone and you were certain the sand was going to swallow you whole. Just as quick as the orb sealed, it broke and a warm wind cast the sand to settle across the beach. High stone walls rose above you, your shadows reaching towards it as the sun warmed your back. It wasn’t the stone that held your attention as you stepped closer, but the carving that latticed their way across it, telling a story if one knew how to read them.

“I’ve seen these before,” you muttered as you traced the chiselled symbol, straining to remember where it was. “Or something like these.”

A long moment passed before you shook your head and looked away, the teasing wisps of the memory fading as the high gates began to silently swing open.

Following Dream’s beckoning, you walked the sandy path into his domain and marvelled at the lively sight. Creatures of all kinds roamed around, both on the ground and above. Not even your wildest imagination could have created such beautiful beings as the ones that now surrounded you.

The rhythmic beat of strong wings sounded overhead and you ducked just as a large pearlescent dragon flew past, its tail narrowly missing Dream’s tousled hair. A deep chuckle rumbled like thunder through your bones and you turned with surprise to see a smile on his face.

His gaze was still on the dragon but his hands moved at his side, a gust of wind blowing a swirl of sand up into the air to form the silhouette of a dragon that quickly chased the other. The two dragons danced and played across the sky until they disappeared beyond the horizon and his smile went with it.

Wishing to see the joy on his face once more you veered from the path and plucked a blade of grass from the field. You ran the blade across your palm, feeling the velvet touch gently bounce over the lines that supposedly read your destiny. Dream flinched and clutched his cheek as he felt a phantom touch, a lover’s caress, before you laughed. He looked closer at your hand as you wrote upon your palm and he felt the words being softly drawn across his face.

“That was uncalled for, little miracle,” he tried to growl but the twitch of his lips said otherwise.

“I do have a name you know.”

He looked away to the distant palace whose spires glittered in the lingering daylight and a darkness cloaked him as he closed his eyes.

“A name gives power, Miracle,” Dream said. “Do not give your power away. Especially not to me.”

His glowering mood seemed to draw night over the land as the last rays of sun disappeared behind the wall and a shiver rolled over your body. Blowing on the blade of grass to transform it, you handed him the stem of the midnight rose. He didn’t wince at all as the thorns pierced his skin, a bright red bead of blood weaving its way between the maze of pricks.

“Power is nothing, Dream,” you whispered in his ear, his breath dancing across your cheek as he turned to face you. “Unless you have someone to share it with.”

“Morpheus! Morpheus, come quick!” you loudly whispered into the ruby that hung around your neck.

A blast of wind nearly knocked you from your perch as Dream appeared beside you. The branch had been sturdy enough but the addition of another body on it now sent a bow along its length followed by an ominous creak.

“May I ask what you are doing in Fiddler's Green?” he asked before looking down and seeing he wasn’t standing quite on the Green at all, a frown etched across his brow. “I mistakenly thought you were in trouble of some kind. You haven’t got yourself stuck up here have you?”

“Ha ha,” you drawled, tempted to send your own little gust of wind his way. “Thank you for your concern but, other than your lanky self threatening to break the branch we are both balanced on, I actually called you here to see this.”

Morpheus’ eyes widened at the nest you had been sitting in front of, the eggs hidden until you stepped onto another branch. He eased his way closer so he didn’t startle the dragon that had already hatched. Its rainbow of colour shimmered with every scales movement and it slowly stretched its wings out, testing the leathery limbs without the egg limiting its space.

“Absolutely beautiful,” Dream whispered in awe as he turned his attention to you. “You did this.”

You went to deny it but the truth was there had only been one dragon left in The Dreaming and after seeing how happy she was chasing Morpheus’ shadow dragon on the afternoons you walked his realm together, you couldn’t deny her a true companion. You hadn’t realised the multi-hued blue dragon you created, to be the exact colour of Dream’s eyes when he was happy, would be able to procreate. But there they were, three dragon eggs hatching.

“We did this,” you corrected as you slipped your hand into his and gave it a squeeze. “Do you think this would upset God?”

Morpheus pursed his lips at the question, wondering about the implications of creating life as opposed to creating merely a dream. Finally, the corner of his lips curled up and he squared his shoulders back proudly. “No, my love. I believe the Creator of All Things would marvel at what his miracle had achieved.”

Warmth flooded you at the sincerity but there was no time to show your gratitude as the second egg began to crack open. The excitable parents were causing all manner of damage to the green’s pasture as they impatiently paced beneath the tree and you silently promised to repair the damage once you had safely delivered the babies.

“Have you thought of any names?” Morpheus asked before he placed a soft kiss on your knuckles.

“I have contemplated the Furies of Greek Myth, or maybe the Three Graces. I would like to see their temperament first before deciding.”

Dream chuckled and crouched down to pluck a particularly stubborn piece of shell from the dragon's back. The dragon immediately nudged its head under his hand and took shelter in his palm. “I feel they will be sweet-tempered, akin to the Graces.”

The tenderness of his touch, the yearning in his eyes, it left an ache in your chest that nearly knocked you from the tree. The image that had flashed through your mind was so strikingly vivid you couldn’t tell if it were real or not. Morpheus, King of Dreams, longed for a family of his own.

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bleue-flora · 3 months

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‘Techno pinches the bridge of his nose. “Come on, Dream. Stop it!… That’s not cool, bro. Why you gotta take out all your frustration on my fancy teacups? I know you’re just mad that you don’t have a house, but bro we can go build you one. We can—we can even make it out of something better than dirt, alright?”’

Ta da! I made some art for the collaborative work, Crow’s Nest, we essentially wrote in a month, which is by far, my most diverse in content and longest fic. Thought it needed some like cool title art, since it’s basically the length of a book lol. (See below for symbolism and stuff)

- it’s kind of a combination of some main elements and themes from the fic: Steve (clearly the main character lol XD), tea, the broken teacups, Techno’s house… the stained floor

- the green tea cup represents Dream and well his broken state after prison, while the pink tinted glue represents Techno helping Dream heal and putting him back together.

- and obviously, a crow for the title and poem the chapters are named after.

- and despite my efforts, Tumblr has kinda ruined my quality, so here’s a zoomed in picture of the tea tag I made, which has the title of the fic and our names on it. :)

#Let’s go I’m learning things. :)#is that blood stains on the wood?… hmmm I have no idea what you’re talking about ;)#I’m sure it’s fine…..#dang tumblr ruining my art quality :’( …. oh well #blue does art apparently #I’m pretty proud of this so I hope y’all enjoy #actually finished this before the one for B is for Betrayal but was trying to fix the blurring issue… but anyways #crows nest #c!rivals duo #dreblr #c!dream #dsmp fanfic #dsmp fanart #rivalsblr #dream fanfic #dream smp #dsmp #yea but given I did this in about a month compared to Dream which took all summer and betrayal which I did in a couple of days #and the crown I did in a few months I think… so I’m getting better? maybe or we’ll I’m learning a lot about digital tools :)#c!dream and c!techno #oh also umm ask us stuff about crows nest there are lots of easter eggs and secrets and things :) <3 <3 <3 #c!rivals #rivals duo #c!techno #steve the polar bear #c!technoblade

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plutodexay · 11 months

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Dream hugs brainrot

Dream hugs would honestly be the best. He would refuse to let go until you did, pressing small kisses into your hair every so often and squeezing you tighter for every minute you held on.

He'd also hum songs and sway the both of you to whatever rhythm was playing in his head. He'd spoil his own songs to you by doing so.

If the hug lasted longer than five minutes you'd probably end up cuddling on the couch at that point, pulling you into his test while he continues humming softly.

His hands would move against your skin softly, almost tickling you with eyes closed.

It'd not even take 10 minutes for him to lull himself to sleep making you giggle at his sudden silence, allowing yourself to fall asleep as well.

You'd probably wake up to snickering from the other two and Dreams attempts to shush them failing.

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lady-pug · 3 months

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dream a little dream of me

Chapter IV of Dream a Little Dream of Me

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

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

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

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

Pairing: Morpheus | Dream of the Endless x Reader

Word count: 1,4k

Warnings: none

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

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

Reader's gender not specified

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I once said you could see me again…”

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

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

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

“Why are you here?” Dream asked softly.

“Hm?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you.” you whispered.

“Whatever for?” he hummed.

“For this. All of this.”

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

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

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

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