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dyns33 · 9 months

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Sentimental weather

A little Morpheus x female reader

I'm less and less good with titles

It was raining.

No, the word was not strong enough.

It was a real torrent, a storm, a hurricane outside, and no one around Y/N seemed to care.

It must have been that, and the fact that she had found herself in this weird and unfamiliar place when she opened her eyes, that she hadn't been worried for more than a minute, before running under a tree to take shelter.

A raven seemed to have had the same idea, even though he thought it stupid, as he let her know.

"It's dangerous to stay under a tree during a thunderstorm."

"Oh, really ?" replied Y/N, who had the feeling that it was not normal for a raven to be able to speak.

"Yeah. Lightning could kill you. But you can't die here. Well, I don't think so. People can die while sleeping, but I don't know if it kills you for real to die in dreams. The boss says that we're real, but when someone is injured while sleeping, they're fine when they wake up, so I'm a bit lost. I have to say, he doesn't explain very well."

"Ravens have bosses ?"

"Not ravens. Me. I'm the raven, thank you. I'm here to assist the boss. Although I'm not much use at the moment. It's kind of his fault too, he doesn't listen. He's stubborn and sensitive. I've been told this isn't the first time this has happened. I really wish the rain would stop, it's been weeks now."

If his boss didn't explain well, the raven wasn't really any better. He continued to complain about the weather, until Y/N woke up. It seemed perfectly logical that this was all a dream, and she didn't think about it for the rest of the day.

But next night, when she opened her eyes again after falling asleep, she was still near the castle, in the pouring rain.

She was a little surprised, but as if it were normal, she went back under the tree, where she found the talking bird.

"Well, you're back." he noted. "And you don't listen to my advice. Just like him. I've been trying to talk to him all day, but no ! It's still raining."

"I don't understand the connection between your boss and the rain."

"It's because he's sad that it's raining. I mean, I can try to understand. He was in love, I think, even though it had only been a month and she wasn't great. I didn't like her at all personally. He struggles with feelings. Words, people… He struggles. He's had a lot of problems. But it's been weeks now, he has to pull himself together and listen to his good mate Matthew ! I can't fly in his conditions !"

As the raven, Matthew, continued to speak, Y/N looked up at the balcony of the castle and saw a man staring at the horizon, standing in the rain and looking terribly sad.

He must have been the famous boss.

Remembering that it was only a dream, and therefore not caring about the consequences of her actions, Y/N ventured towards the castle despite the raven's protests. Still without thinking, she went to the balcony, finding herself next to the man who was causing this storm.

"Hello." she said simply. "Matthew says you're sad and that's why it's raining."

"Matthew seems to say a lot of things except what relates to his job. He has to report when a dreamer gets lost so far."

"I'm not lost, you can't get lost in a dream. I know perfectly well where I am."

"Really ?" asked the man, without turning to her. "And where do you find yourself, little dreamer ?"

"In my bed. Unless I'm sleepwalking, but I don't think so."

"You think, you're not sure. You are wrong, we can get lost in a dream, and get stuck. Better check where you are."

Y/N then opened her eyes, in her bed, as she had said. The rest of the day passed without her thinking about this dream.

When she found herself again in front of the castle, under the storm, she did not go to join the little raven, who sighed when he saw her pass in front of his tree.

Still in the rain, still staring sadly at the hoziron, the boss made no comment as she came to stand next to him.

"Hello again. I was right, I was in my bed if you're interested. Anyway, Matthew talked about heartbreak. Look, I don't pretend to understand how you feel, and maybe it's not my business, but still, you have to move on. It's difficult, okay, but as the poet said, it's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved. That's life, you have to live."

This time, the man looked at Y/N, and seeing his eyes, she understood that he was not human. There was something powerful and ancient in his starry eyes. There was also something else she couldn't decipher.

"… I said something similar once, to someone very dear to me." he whispered in a strange voice.

"Well, you have to know how to follow your own advice. Of course it may take time and you can ask for help, but I promise you that everything will be better soon. You deserve it. I don't know you, but you make it rain for love and a raven is worried about you, so you must be nice deep down."

The boss continued to stare at her with a strange look, impossible to read, between admiration, surprise, vexation at having been partially insulted and what looked a bit like love. But that was probably not it. Anyway, Y/N didn't ask, too busy waking up. Again, the events of the night didn't really affect her day.

Except maybe when a raven came tapping her window while she was preparing dinner. She looked at it for a long time, wondering if it was a trained raventhat had gotten lost and was asking for food, but without opening.

"Impolite !" he shouted when she didn't open, concentrating on her saucepan.

"… What ?"

"Crude ! Mean ! Reckless !"

"You can talk ? Are you… Matthew ?" she asked as she let him in, unable to remember when she had gone to bed. Because it had to be a dream.

"Yes, it's me. Sorry, I shouldn't have gotten upset, I forget it's weird to see a talking raven. Thanks for opening up, and remembering my name. The other never remembered it, she was mean."

"The other ? Who?"

"The previous one. Look, I guess you didn't do it on purpose, and I'm quite glad the sun came out, but… You could have been careful, really. We didn't need that."

"I understand absolutely nothing."

"Lord Morpheus isn't sad anymore, thanks to you. Hooray. Except not totally, because… He's in love again."

"Really ? That's a good thing. With who ?"

"Who do you think, Sherlock ?" sighed the raven, staring at her.

"… Oh."

"Yeah, oh. So be nice, you've seen what happens when he's down, please don't break his heart."

"But he doesn't exist. You either, I'm dreaming."

"… Shit. I did well to come. So I'll say it quickly, I'm real, Lord Morpheus is real, what happens in dreams is real, you're not crazy, and my boss is madly in love with you now. Digest the information quickly, please."

Just because the raven said it didn't mean it was true, Y/N could be dreaming or losing her mind. But all the same, dreaming of the same thing four days in a row was not completely normal.

If she decided to believe Matthew, it involved a lot of things and questions she would ask him later. Because there was more urgent.

"… He loves me ? Me ? Why ?"

"You are a beautiful soul, noble and pure, wise, who will perhaps appreciate his company despite all his faults. End of quote."

"That's a bit quick, isn't it ? I don't know him at all, you just told me his name."

"Well, that's not bad enough. Some people get married without even knowing that. If he asks you, say yes !"

"Matthew. Stop it immediately."

The raven jumped with her, moved in front of Y/N as if to protect her, before looking genuinely frightened when he saw his boss, Lord Morpheus, standing in the middle of the living room, the arm crossed and looking displeased.

Obviously the little emissary had not asked permission to come here.

"Hi, boss ! I'm… I was…"

"Again saying things you shouldn't. Leave her alone, go back to the Dreaming and help Lucienne in the library."

"Yes, boss !"

Not wasting a moment, the raven immediately flew out the window. Lord Morpheus watched him disappear into the clouds, before slowly turning towards Y/N. Again, it was hard to know what he was thinking.

"My apologies for the intrusion, and the pressure. Matthew shouldn't have acted like that, but he's impulsive and protective, he thought he was doing the right thing."

"… Is it true that you are real and that you love me ?"

"I heard that these two facts were not very clear." he sighed, looking suddenly embarrassed. "I want to do things right, so I intended to woo you, so as not to rush you, and so that you can know who I am. But if my advances are not welcome, a word from you and I will leave."

It was a way out. It was touching of him, because as he said, Matthew talked a lot, and Matthew said a lot of things that might have made Y/N think it wasn't a good idea to hang out with Lord Morpheus.

He was a complicated being, who had trouble with feelings, people, who was dramatic, stubborn, sensitive, with a difficult past, both in general and in his romantic relationships.

But so were many other people.

"Matthew couldn't tell me if we died in real life after dying in a dream." was Y/N's response. "You said we can get lost, so…"

Lord Morpheus considered what she had just said, understanding that it was an invitation to stay, chat with her, and possibly start his court if he wished to. He smiled slightly as he began to explain to her, and Y/N then realized two things :

It wouldn't be difficult to fall in love with this man, as dangerous as it could be.

Matthew was right, he didn't explain very well.

#sandman #dream of the endless fanfiction #dream of the endless imagine #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless #morpheus fanfiction #morpheus x reader #morpheus

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im-not-corrupted · 6 months

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I was consumed by the idea of Merman!Hob in the last few days and now I'm writing a Dreamling fic about it so have a small, 1.7k snippet from the much larger fic :)

Includes: near-drowning, near death experiences, perhaps many medical inaccuracies because I am not a doctor and haven't edited yet, Merman!Hob, Prince!Dream and some light angst.

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He awakes with a gasping, heaving breath. His lungs are greedy things, sucking in air with desperation, and he presses a hand to his chest. Beneath his palm, his heart races. Adrenaline and panic both fill his veins and his hand shakes. His lungs feel full, but as he coughs mostly involuntarily, nothing comes up at all.

It takes a bit for him to calm down. When he does, when his lungs stop heaving and he stops coughing and he is left with nothing but an ache in his lungs, his head and a rawness in his throat, he looks around himself.

He sits on a beach, the sands golden and kissed by the sun. It shines down on him, blessing his face with its light. His clothes are soaked through and no doubt ruined, and before him—before him is the ocean.

It holds none of the fierceness he saw earlier, and he stares at it blankly. It looks as welcoming, as lovely, as it did the day he stepped onto the ship. His mind had been occupied, yes, but he had enough awareness to acknowledge the sea’s beauty.

Not enough awareness to acknowledge its dangers, though. He remembers in startling clarity the coldness of its waters, the ferocity with which it drowned him, the storm that waged and threw him overboard.

He should’ve been more careful.

It is not just the ocean that lies before him, but a man, too. A man, staring at him with honey-eyes that catch the sunlight as though they were made for it, with a curiosity on his face that, if it weren’t for the sudden anxiety twisting his all-too empty stomach, would’ve endeared him immediately. His skin is tan, golden like the sands, and some distant part of his brain wants to press his lips to that skin and find out what it tastes like for himself. Like ocean salt and sweat and the sun itself, he thinks, and then considers the possibility that he may have suffered some brain damage due to oxygen deprivation.

It takes him a bit to find his voice. During that time, the man—sitting in the ocean as though he belongs there, ignorant of its gentle waves lapping at him—continues to stare, head tilted like a particularly curious bird. “Who are you?” he asks, wincing at the hoarseness of his throat. It feels scraped raw, and he thinks he would like to simply not speak for a while, only—only this is rather strange, isn’t it?

The man’s shoulders shake with laughter. He is a beautiful creature, this man, with chestnut hair framing his face. Laughter, and amusement, becomes him. Distantly, Morpheus is aware that he should probably take offence at the man’s laughter, only—only he doesn’t really have the energy. If anything, he thinks he’d much rather sleep. “The one who saved you, obviously. Or did you forget you nearly drowned?"

He has half a mind to scowl at the strange man in the water, but only just has enough energy to narrow his eyes. "You saved me," he repeats dumbly. In his defence, he did nearly drown, and sleep calls to him now. Nearly drowning is, apparently, rather exhausting. "We were in the middle of the ocean. We weren't even close to any land. How did you—"

Come to think of it, he can't recall having seen this man's face before. Though perhaps that's explained easily. He was distracted on the ship, after all, and it wasn't like he went out of the way to remember the entire crew. Both Telute and Lucienne always said he should try to interact with people a little more than he does, but he thinks recent events made him exempt from that rule these last few months.

Still. The man's statement doesn't really make sense. They were in the middle of an ocean, and in a storm no less. It would've been impossible for the man to save him then, at least not without a boat or ship of his own.

Thinking of it made his head hurt more. For a moment he feels ready to simply shrug and accept the nonsensical answer as truth in the hopes that maybe the man would leave him to rest. Logically, he knows that isn't what will happen at all. If this man knows who Morpheus is, if he recognises him, then there will be some kind of demand. A boon for saving the Prince's life.

He can't do anything about that now, though, and the idea of laying on this beach and letting himself wither under the sun's heat seems very appealing. He doesn't even know where they are, or how close he is to his kingdom. How he's supposed to make it back in this condition, he doesn't know. The task seems impossible, in all honesty.

The man does not leave him to rest, not even when Morpheus simply nods stiffly and says, "Sure. Saved me. Alright." He remains in the ocean actually, the waves lapping at his torso, and continues to stare at him blankly as though expecting something a little more. Eventually, he rolls his eyes—Rude, Morpheus thinks, but hardly cares at all in the moment—and moves a little closer. It looks almost like the ocean parts for him, but that's ridiculous.

Then—well, then things get even stranger. Which also seems impossible, but—there they are. The man shifts in the water and brings what looks like a tail out of the ocean, all golden scales and fins. Beautiful, he thinks, knowing he's staring but seemingly unable to help it. Of course the man's tail would be golden. That only makes sense when the rest of him could've been carved from sunlight.

A little belatedly, he realises just what he's staring at. Which is the man, who had a fish's tail.

Hallucinating. He is hallucinating, then. That makes sense. Still, he can't help but laugh quietly—it makes him wince, his lungs still raw and aching, but the pain is temporary and certainly doesn't matter much if he's hallucinating—and says, "You're a merman."

The statement is ludicrous. Morpheus wonders just how much damage nearly drowning can do to a person, and then figures he doesn't want to know at all, actually.

"That is what you call us, yes," the man agrees easily.

Sure. Why not. "Why did you save me then?"

He shrugs softly. “Too pretty for death,” the—the merman, of all things, tells him. It sounds almost petulant.

He is losing his mind. He had swallowed a lot of water. A merman. “One can be too pretty for death?” he asks weakly, his throat hoarse and his chest tight with pain. The ridiculous nature of the question at least makes that pain easy to ignore. It will get him later, he knows that much, but he lets himself be distracted by his amusement at the situation for a while.

The merman blinks at him, expression entirely serious. “You are.”

”Right.” Right. Of course. Too pretty for death. That makes sense. As much sense as a merman fishing him out of the water does.

Whatever energy let him carry this conversation leaves him suddenly and he falls onto his back on top of the sand, his elbows failing to hold him up any longer. The sun glares down at him and he gazes back up at it blearily. Exhaustion clings to him just as the beach does to his sea-soaked clothes. Sleep seems like a wonderful, bright idea.

He let his eyes fall shut. It isn't very effective for blocking out the sun’s rays—it remains insistent, and closing his eyes doesn't give him the satisfaction of darkness that he dearly wants. Still, while that would’ve been a problem any other time, his body yearned for the void, to let the dark take him. It would be easy to simply lay here and wither, until either the tide takes him or someone finds him. Whichever came first. He didn’t mind either way.

Then the merman spoke again. “Are you dying, pretty one?”

It took a great deal of effort, but he grunts, “No.”

”Are you sure?”

He is not, actually. But that is no concern of this mermaid, and he merely answers, “I am certain.”

Silence follows that statement. Morpheus lets himself relax, lets himself hope this is it. He can sleep now, he thought—and is quickly proven wrong, for the merman states, “You look like you’re dying. Does anybody look for you?”

He hardly cares. Distantly, though, he thinks Lucienne might be. Jessamy and Matthew, too. “Perhaps,” he says after a couple of minutes pass, when he realises he has not yet replied. "I would like to sleep now."

The merman makes a considering noise. "I do not know much about humans," he said slowly, and Morpheus can practically feel the concern in his voice now, "but I'm pretty sure that's a bad idea. I'll stay and talk to you until you're found."

"Must you?" he asks, a desperate edge to his voice. The merman's voice is pleasant enough, yes, but rest is the preferred option here, regardless of what he says.

"Yes," he confirms. Morpheus's eyes are still closed so he can't actually see but he can imagine the smile on his face easily enough.

He sighs heavily and wonders what he did to deserve this. Then figures this is some weird, twisted kind of punishment for all that happened with Orpheus and Calliope and resigns himself to his fate. "Very well."

The merman talks, almost endlessly, until the sun is low in the sky. It is, truly, an impressive amount of talking. Morpheus doesn't remember much of that afternoon. At some point, he regains just enough energy to sit up, to listen more attentively. The merman, whose name he doesn't learn, seems to appreciate that. And just when despair begins to eat at him—I will not be found, he thinks and despite his inaction while he sank into the ocean, the idea panics him, I will die on this beach—there are calls of his name from behind him. They are voices he recognises and his heart picks up its pace when he turns around to see Lucienne, Telute and Jessamy walking down the beach towards him, each of them looking a little rough but all of them alive.

When he turns back to the ocean, the merman is no longer there, and Morpheus wonders if he dreamt the whole thing up. He does not mention it as Jessamy helps him to his feet, as Telute pulls him in for a hug, as the three of them begin to make it back home, to their duties, but he does not forget the kind eyes of the man who saved him from drowning.

#the sandman #dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dreamling fic #morpheus dream of the endless #the sandman fic #merman!Hob #listen i've written nothing but this for the last three days and I have 5k to show for it #also the larger fic is way way angstier than this snippet would lead you to believe since it deals with a lot of grief around Orpheus #but i thought this little and mostly light(er)-hearted snippet would be fun to share #and YEAH i have many many WIPs and yes i put them aside for this. that's fine #this becomes a Dream Saves Hob Fic eventually #for anyone interested in that #Merman au #eris writes things

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delta-pavonis · 1 year

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OKAY. OKAY.

HEAR ME OUT.

Hellknight!Hob wearing this. Chest hair and tiddies out, full happy trail, all of it...

Of course, I think about that, and that inspires a ficlet. And then that ficlet turns dark. So... *shrug* *shoves new baby out in the world*

Rated T

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The first time Hob sees Dream is when the latter has the audacity to enter the Morningstar's realm. He watches as the Dream King intimidates Squatterbloat into bringing him to the Palace. The demon is stupid and gullible, easily swayed, and Hob has a mind to bury his morningstar in the moron's fleshy head, but he would rather observe the visitor and his raven from the shadows.

Hob trails them, the straps of his armor expanding and morphing to cover his body with the mottled charcoals and midnights that are the palette of Hell. Squatterbloat leads the King in a circuitous route to their destination, passing a cell whose occupant not only commands the attention of the sovereign of the Dreaming, but whose pleading pains him. Curious.

He follows the pair of black figures beyond their guided tour, all the way into Lucifer's Hall, sliding unnoticed through the crack in the main doors. Hob is good at his job. He hadn't been successful at being a bandit and cutthroat in life for nothing.

Hob takes a place in the long shadows of one of the pillars and observes.

Apparently the Lord of Dreams and Nightmares is here in Hell to retrieve his helm, one of his important symbols of office. And of course it is some overly ripe idiot like Choronzon who has it. Sometimes Hob just wants to kill them all and promote new individuals to the positions of power, sometimes the house can't be cleaned, it needs to be razed and rebuilt.

But what is truly awe-inspiring is watching the battle between Dream and the Morningstar themself. The Dream King wins, although not handily. It makes the victory even more impressive. Hope. Of fucking course. Hob is quite sure that he has never seen the Lord of Hell so visibly angry in all his 600 plus years in the underworld.

Helm secured and confidence restored, the Lord of the Dreaming is proud and... well, he is incredibly beautiful. He is sharp angles in soft greys and blacks, luminous white skin draped in flowing ink, spikes of hair wafting against gravity.

Curiosity getting the better of him, Hob follows Lord Morpheus and his raven back outside. They walk slowly through the barren, twisted landscape, calculated and careful. Imperious.

Hunger ripples down Hob's spine. He wants.

The Lord stops, body going more still than death. "I am here in my official capacity as King of Dreams and Nightmares. You have followed me for long enough. Show yourself, fiend."

The Dream King's voice is so much deeper and darker than Hob expected and now it is directed at him and it goes directly to his cock. He decides to drop any pretense all at once.

Hob has no shame as he steps out from hiding, the shadow-plates sliding back and leaving him in what really amounts to a series of leather straps and a loincloth, buckled to accentuate the triangle of his torso and the strength in his chest, with sleeves from biceps to palms. The Knights of Hell need no metal protection - they shield themselves in darkness and guile - and so Lucifer Morningstar gives them intangible weapons: the ability to inspire lust and envy as much as wrath. He drops his physical weapon and holds his hands out to his sides.

"Dream King," Hob inclines his head. "I am not here to harm, nor am I here at the behest of my Lord, the Lightbringer." He meets the King's piercing blue eyes and has to grit his teeth to hold in a gasp at how sharply they cut into his breast.

That look trails from Hob's head to his toes slowly, then back up. Judging. Assessing. "So why do you dog my steps, Hellknight?"

He shrugs and takes a step forward. There is no reason for Hob to not be bold. He has long been dead. He has been a resident of Hell and served the Devil themself, has lived that fate worse than death, for almost seven centuries. He has, quite literally, nothing to lose.

So Hob nudges a the magic at his disposal into the cant of his hips, the tilt of his head, the purse of his lips. He lowers his eyelids and takes another step towards the luminous being of black and white before him. "I merely wish to look my fill before I can no longer."

"Bossss..." The raven flies a nervously tight circle above them. He is summarily ignored.

"You wish to more than look, Hellknight, for I can taste your dreams." The Lord of Nightmares snarls as he takes multiple steps to get into Hob's personal space. "You dare-"

Hob laughs loud enough to interrupt him and those ice shards widen in shock. "Oh, yes. I dare." He steps up once more and now their faces are within inches of each other. "How do you think the Morningstar trains their knights? Do you think there is anything you could do to me that would be worse than 700 years of this?"

The resonant chuckle that curls across Hob's skin should probably worry him, but he cannot muster such sense when he is watching the pupils of the Dream King's eyes bleed black outwards, eclipsing his eyes entirely, and wholly captivating Hob. "Lucifer Morningstar's sins often get in the way of their... creativity."

A pale hand shoots towards him and Hob braces for impact, for pain.

He gets nothing of the sort.

Fingers that are the coolness of a lake in summer skate with hedonistic gentleness across Hob's cheek. The palm cups Hob's jaw sweetly. Honeyed breath caresses Hobs lips before they are pressed together. Then he is being kissed with the fondness and warmth of a dear lover.

And that is when Hob realizes that he has vastly miscalculated.

Against his better judgement, Hob is lost to the tide of it. The softest touch of tongues morphs into lazy familiar licks, mapping Hob's mouth as if to memorize, immortalize.

The King of Dreams pulls away and Hob is left panting and hazy.

"I touch you, I kiss you, as I would a lover, as I would my beloved." The King whispers it like a benediction. Hob gasps at the horror that settles into the marrow of his bones. "And never will you feel it again."

And then he is gone.

Hob watches, frozen, as each stride the King takes covers miles. It is only when they have disappeared over the horizon, both Lord and Raven, that Hob realizes tears are streaming down his face.

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unabashednightmarepizza · 2 years

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𝐻𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑌𝑜𝑢 | Morpheus( Dream) x Goddess!Reader

A/N: Hello everyone! Here is me and my newest fic! It resembles a lot to the Khonshu one I had written but this has another time line and is different than the other! Ever since I watched the first episode, I couldn't help but want to write for him even though I have requests but don't worry! I will write everything you all requested!

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"You should stop with that edgy look, my love. Though it gives you that mysterious vibe that I love, you should have a change."

Hearing his Queen's teasing voice, Morpheus couldn't help the chuckle that left him and turned to her with a teasing smirk pulling on his lips. Her golden clothes, quite contrasting his own, hugged her body right and gave her the godly power she held. She was contrasting him in many ways. Her warm smile, kind eyes that eased souls, her benevolent heart that helped those in need for many centuries and how she always found a way to entertain him...

It all made him fall in love with her more.

" You say that, but it was the other way around the last time we were together, my Queen."

"I never said I didn't like it, it definetly does things to me~"

Slithering your arms around his neck and playing with his black hair softly, you kissed his cheek while his hands were busy rubbing the soft fat around your hips. Chuckling at your playful smile, he admired the golden color that complimented your figure. "Needy, aren't we?"

"Is it wrong of me to show my love to my husband?"

"Not at all, love... Though I wonder if you'll stay here or go back to your Kingdom?"

Nodding your head absentmindedly at him, you looked at the ruby hanging off his neck and touched the small juncture between his neck and shoulders which elicited a gasp from him. " I don't know... Maybe I'll stay here a bit with Lucienne or maybe I'll wait for my knight in black coat~"

Shaking his head at you, you smiled when he uttered a whispered I can't believe you and continued to lay little pecks with a frown at remembering your Kingdom and how you resurrected them back. It was hard work, exceeding your powers and creating a new realm out of dust took a toll on your body, knocking you out cold eventually.

But with the help of your brothers and your husband, you were better and on the throne of your people.

"Jokes aside, I need to return back to Asgard. There are a lot of paperwork to do."

Kissing your forehead softly, he smiled on your skin which made you smile as well while holding his bigger hands in yours. "Don't tire yourself out, my love. I need to go now, I'll see you at the dinner..."

And here it was, the reason you came to his realm in hurry. Ever since the start of the day, your heart and soul was in distress. There was this feeling of a spider crawling inside you, a dread that filled your very being. Heimdall tried to soothe you with gentle words, saying that he didn't see anything happening to either you or Dream but another news that you learnt earlier that day was the main reason of your twitching and anxiety.

You were with child.

The topic of kids wasn't a foreign one, you two talked about it once or twice. He wasn't against it but not fond of it either. He was fine without a baby and he wanted to cherish you as much as he could... Even though it has been centuries ever since you two married.

And that was how you ran to Death and Lucienne for advice. Death wasn't of help, she was so happy for you and Dream that she just hugged you close, happy that their family was expanding. You awkwardly hugged her back and ran at the first chance to Lucienne who tried to console you and tell you that Dream would be ecstatic at the news, and the fact that the baby was a part of you and him would be the icing on the cake.

Now that you were thinking about it, the sight of a chubby baby with his jet black and fluffy hair, maybe your eyes and nose, running in his Kingdom and playing with their uncle in your Kingdom... I guess having a baby wouldn't be that bad...

Watching Dream's back and how it flexed under his coat while he was holding his famous helm, you rubbed your slightly bloated belly and smiled down softly. Your baby bump wasn't that obvious but you were curious how Dream wasn't able to sense the life growing inside you.

"When are you going to be back, my love?"

Walking down the stairs that led to twin thrones that was the opposite of each other, Jessamy also perched on Dream's shoulders. You could swear that the raven was smirking at you as if she knew what was going on.

"Hopefully, I'll not be gone for long. It's just, Corinthian is causing trouble in the Waking World. Surely, he won't be much of a hassle... Are you okay? Do you need my help?"

Hearing his rich and raspy voice, and trying to stop yourself from blushing even after years of marriage, you shook your head at his worry and took his hands between yours, rubbing the black and silver marriage ring. "No, I just... I have a bad feeling about this. Be careful, okay?"

Normally, Dream would have teased you but seeing your eyes shake with worry, he took fast steps and took your face between his much bigger yet softer ones. He rubbed the underside of your eyes softly and smiled down reassuringly, somehow feeling something was going on after you also voiced the same worry Lucienne did.

"Nothing will make me stop from coming back to you, my queen. I swear it... I'll always find my way to you, through the love we have and the craving of our existense..."

Smiling through hooded eyes, you nodded at his words, feeling giddy. "You better, mister... And, I have surprise for you. Though I don't know if you'd like it."

"Why keep me waiting when you can tell me now?" He cocked a playful brow at you, and you shook your head with a pout. "I said, it's a surprise. Why would I call it as one if I wanted to say it right now?"

"Fine, fine... I shall use it as a motivation then, perhaps alongside with this."

And while he kissed you deeply, you couldn't have known that it would be the last one you two shared in 100 years.

If only you weren't already getting weaker, you would have went to him before you stopped feeling him in the realms and saved him.

But neither of them happened.

It has been months now that Dream was gone, as if his existence was erased completely. The days that spent without his loving embrace, especially while being heavily pregnant, were getting harder and harder but at least, there was still someone with you.

Lucienne had been the biggest help you had, alongside with Death, but the lovely woman refused to leave you all alone. She knew your brothers and some of your people didn't like your marriage with the King of Dreams and Nightmares, and you would potentially face discrimination for carrying his babies, even though they were just little and innocent beans, so she always stood right next to you.

If something ever happens to me, please protect my wife... Lucienne, I wouldn't allow myself to live if something happened to her.

"My Queen, would you like to have some meal? Or perhaps, I could escort you to your bedroom?"

Turning your head away from the view of your home decaying and crumbling down, you gave a soft yet shaky smile to the woman that became a sister to you and waved your hand to decline her offer. Even though you were grateful for her help and companionship, especially when the kingdom you adored was being destroyed,you didn't want to be babied all the time. Sure, being pregnant was hard but feeling weak was even worse.

"I'm just pregnant, Lucienne. Though it makes me weaker every time, I need to sit here and make sure that at least the palace stays intact..."

"My Lady, You are the creation and life... Your mere existence is the source of everything in this Universe but... the burden of this Kingdom is heavy on your shoulders, one that isn't yours."

Her words hang heavy on the stiff air of the library that became a sanctuary to you, heart beating erratically. You understood the meaning behind her words, ever since Dream disappeared, the Dreaming had... started to crumble. The staff and the residents had slowly went away, some for the search of their Lord, some thinking he had abandoned them to fend for themselves.

The only thing that kept the Dreaming going was your presence, and for fear thet the only reminder of your love would perish, you stayed. Even if the realm was eating your powers away.

" I'm the Queen of this realm, as much as I'm the Queen of Asgard... I don't want my home to perish, for him to see it on the ground when he comes back..."

"My Lady, our home is you and our lord but... He would be even more devastated if he saw the state you were in... Besides, the little ones need you well and alive, my Queen."

As if to make her point clear, there was two little kicks inside your tummy which made a small yet tired smile blossom on your face. Lucienne watched you rub the tender skin of your belly with a sad look, feeling helpless at not being able to help you. It has been almost 10 human years ever since Dream was captured and as soon as you felt his aura disappear, you started to investigate with Lucienne and Jessamy. None of you knew what exactly happened and how a mere mortal was able to capture Dream but seeing him like that, resembling a wild animal captured... waiting for a chance to attack... being robbed of his tools...

And when he finally saw the illusion of you standing far away from the glass he was being held, he saw how bad all of this were weighing on you.

The illusion of you wasn't pregnant, but Dream was able to see the changes on you. Sulken eyes, dark eyebags, the weight loss...

And the worst was when Jessamy was killed, and if Dream took it bad... You took it even worse.

After all, it was you who wanted her to investigate more, going as far as making her enter the basement and eventually lead her to her demise, even if it was done unknowingly.

"Do you think... He knows that I haven't left him? That she would forgive me?"

"My Lady, I'm sure that my Lord knows how much you care about him and his well-being... As for Jessamy, she loved you and cared for you more than anything. Even my Lord... I'm sure that she doesn't hate you."

Lucienne only shook her head at the far away look on your face but knew that no words would be able to console you, and the fact that she had to watch you, her Lady consume herself with shame and guilt was eating away at her too. She was aware that no words would be able to soothe the pain you were feeling, no support would make it better...

Except Dream, that is.

Not wanting to worry her even more, already feeling bad for making her almost loose her sanity, you stood up slowly and turned to look at the scenery of the grey world in front of you. "Let's go and keep searching, Lucienne... My birth is coming closer and I don't want to slack off... Besides, I can't really see what's in front of me so you'll have to help this lady."

And with an amused chuckle from Lucienne, the librarian and the Queen of two realms walked hand in hand, with support and love for each other. Looking at the woman walking next to her, Lucienne swore to protect the last remaining part of her home with everything in her, even though you were stronger than her.

For the promise she had made to you and her lord.

Rubbing the skin of your belly, neither she nor you would have known that the Lady of the Dreaming, Queen of Asgard and the only reason the Dreaming was still standing would disappear soon after her husband.

Leaving no trace after her.

When Alex's wheel wiped away the spell keeping him locked up, at first, Morpheus didn't know what to do. It has been over a century ever since he was captured, and felt like it has been even longer that he had seen his wife. For 105 years, she was the reason he held on to his sanity, he had watched people come and go, while he remained the same. Paul and Alex came for one last chance to speak to him, but unknowingly, they had sat a very angry Endless free...

Someone who watched his bestfriend, companion die... Someone who was chained away from his love... Someone whose freedom was taken away.

But now? It all had come to end.

Standing up slowly and manipulating the dream of a guard, he destroyed the glass around him with the little remaining power and even if his heart was begging to return back to his love...

He had to punish those who wronged him.

Morpheus thought that punishing- or in his words, blessing- Alex would bring satisfication to him, making him pay for what his father did... Trully a waste, he said to Alex. To pay for a father's crimes...

But the realization that he was free, free to go and see his one and true love... Set a new kind of fire inside him, one that made him force himself to open a portal to his realm.

Only thing he didn't consider was falling down on his face and eating some sands.

"Sir? Sir!"

A feminine voice, which sounded way more worried than it was supposed to, reached Dream's ears and for a second, he thought that all of these were some nightmare he was having, imagining the voice calling out to him of his precious wife's...

Even though he wasn't completely able to dream like others did.

With a soft gasp, he opened his eyes and jolted awake which alerted the librarian who had been worried for a century and Lucienne grabbed a hold of his hands to let him know that he was finally at home.

"Lucienne..." said Morpheus weakly, still breathing heavily after using all of his powers to his limit and with a happiness that was a miracle to see on his usually cold face.

"Yes, my lord... You're finally home." said Lucienne breathlessly, finally happy that at least someone was back.

Pulling him up to his feet, Lucienne watched her lord walk up to the huge gates of the Dreaming with an anxious look. She knew that he would immediately ask for answers as soon as he saw the state the realm was in, that he would immediately ask for you and your whereabouts, his loyal and loving wife.

But Morpheus was smart and he sensed that something was very wrong. The aura, air of his once alive kingdom seemed like it was dulled and almost destroyed but the worst was...

He couldn't sense your life energy, your heart that only beat for him.

He didn't want to assume things, even though his heart was beating painfully and his eyes started to sting and get glossy at the possiblity that you were gone, he knew how you were. Loyal, loving, strong... No one in any realms were strong enough to take you down and for that, something must have happened...

And he was adamant on learning what it was and where you were.

Before he could've opened the gates and stormed in the palace you two had created happy memories, he stopped when Lucienne's anxious voice reached his ears. " Forgive me, sir but... the realm is not as you left them..."

But no words would have prepared him for the scene in front of him. His palace was in ruins, the once lively gardens and waters and streets were damaged heavily and the air was thick with...

Death.

With slightly wide and blue eyes and voice thick with emotion, he turned to look at his loyal librarian. " What happened here? Who did this?"

She shuffled on her feet and her eyes wandered to where her Queen would mostly sit at, contemplating how to explain everything. " My Lord, you are the Dreaming and Dreaming is you. With you gone for as long as you were, everything began to crumble and decay."

"What of the residents? The palace staff?"

"Gone, sir. Most are gone."

" Had they so little faith in me? That I wouldn't return?" said Dream, a vengeful fire inside his blue irises that screamed for payback.

Lucienne wanted to come clean to him, about how his absence affected the residents and the realm. How everything went down and... what happened all those years ago. But she didn't have to worry more, since Dream asked her the question she despised to answer.

"Where is my Queen, my wife? Did she also..." Morpheus couldn't help but sound fearful, he didn't see his wife over than a century when he promised her that he would be back as soon as possible and even joked with her to remove all of her worries away from inside the eyes he had fallen madly in love with. Did you cry after him? Mourn him? Or mayhe you hated him so much that you didn't want to see him at all? You were always the one to care about honesty the most, had he broke it? But surely, you knew what happened to him... right?

Lucienne, seeing her king with so many emotions and the turmoil they were creating in his already fragile mental state, couldn't dare to keep her silence anymore and with a heavy heart of not being able to keep her promise, looked at his eyes and what he saw there, utter sadness and helplessnes made him realize that his absence affected much more than he thought.

But her next words almost made the strong Endless' kness buckle and collapse on the sand beneath his feet.

"My Queen hasn't seen anywhere for 85 years, my lord. She said she had paperwok to do in Asgard but no word had been heard from her ever again..."

#sandman imagines #sandman x reader #the sandman #morpheus imagines #morpheus x reader #morpheus #dream x reader #death x reader #desire #destiny #asgard #queen reader #goddess reader

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Happy New Year!!! Thanks again for the absolute gifts of spicy stories. You've made my year!

Dream has seemingly picked up a shadow.

Ever since he fed part of his burger to a stray dog he encountered in the park when he was feeding his pigeons, it's been following him around. It was pretty big for a stray (and Dream's not really sure how animal control hadn't scooped up a dog that big), but the dog looked so sad. And even "not really a pet person" Morpheus felt bad enough for the thin animal to give it something to eat.

But now,,,,,,,Dream has been seeing the dog out the corner of his eye almost every day. And tonight, the beast got hurt saving Dream from a mugging. Now Dream has to figure out how to treat the bleeding DIREWOLF he was somehow able to sneak into his no pets allowed apartment.

And of course, just as Dream gets the blood they tracked in cleaned off the floor, his building manager bangs on his door. Dream guesses he isn’t as sneaky as he thought.

Dream opens the door and starts arguing -- of course he doesn't have a dog in his apartment. The next bit of the argument just stops, when a (gorgeous) naked hirsute MAN walks out of the bedroom,,,,,,where Dream had stashed the hurt dog!! 😳

Beautiful "Dog?!?" Man: Hiya!

Everyone Else: stares in drooling 🤤

Awwww yes doggie Hobbie!! I love the idea of Hob adopting Dream as his "owner" and following him everywhere, lol. He knows that Dream is going to be nice to him, and he's proved right when Dream takes him back to his apartment! He even tries to carry Hob up the stairs, which proves a bit difficult and is honestly probably why they got caught. So of course Hob has to be helpful to his new best friend/"owner" and shift into human form so he doesn't get in trouble.

Dream would like it to be known that he definitely does NOT scream at the sight of the very sexy naked man standing in his bedroom doorway. Honestly.

The apartment manager leaves them to it (wondering how the hell they mistook a man for a big shaggy dog), and Dream leads an apologetic and obedient Hob into the bathroom to wash and dress his wounds. Dream is honestly just trying not to think about anything apart from first aid, because there is SO much to unpack here. His doggie friend is apparently a whole-ass guy??? A very SEXY guy??? He's so gorgeous and hairy, Dream is just drooling.

Once he's patched up Hob apologies and explains that he can't shift back when he's tired and in pain, and Dream just wants to melt and comfort him. He takes Hob to bed and directs him to curl up under the cover, but when he goes to leave... Hob whimpers softly.

So of course Dream has to cuddle him. Hob obviously needs it. If he wakes up with a very large cock (and knot 👀) rutting against his arse in the morning....... well, maybe that's what he was hoping for. He's not telling.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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Doing a kiss your best friend trend with (lwk all have the same reaction)

Dream/Morpheus

The moment your lips touch his he's lost. You try and pull away reaching for your phone but he stops you and pulls you into him kissing you like breathing is optional. I mean he is immortal.

Spencer Reid

He'd freeze the mega processor in his head has crashed, iq is -185. You smile at him as you end the video. He's starring at you like a lovesick puppy once the tiktok ends he reaches over and kisses you softly.

"I wanna do that again. And again."

Loki

He stops your hand and pulls you in kissing you hard. "Darling you can't expect me to just let you get away with that."

He grabs you by the neck and brings you back in muttering, "finish what you started flirt,"

Ghost/Simon Riley/Soap/John

You peck his lips softly and smile up at him. He lifts a brow before leaning in and only thing your followers see is him leaning in and total darkness. And a moan if they increase the volume hugh enough.

Derek Morgan

Kisses you back and wraps his arms around you. It's sweet. He then drops a peck and asks what brought this about. His dimples show and he winks at you.

"Okay Mama I see you."

James Potter

He's shouts. IN A GOOD WAY. He whoops and carries you in his arms and kisses you all over.

Sirius Black

Your lipstick smudges on his lips. A faint red brushes his cheeks. He pulls you in smiling against my lips.

"My pretty girl," muttering against your lips. "So soft. So soft. So soft."

Remus Lupin

You kiss him quickly and leap away from him blushing hard. He's shocked for a minute. "Dove?" You get your phone and before the clip ends he grabs your face and kisses you.

Barty Crouch

Kisses you back no hesitation, slight tongue. Ready to change the rating of the video.You manage to snag the camera before it becomes twitter worthy.iykyk

Regulus Black

Grabs your phone for you, asks if you meant it. EYES FULL OF HOPE. What does he do? You guessed it. He ends the clip tossing you phone onto your chair and pulls you in by (article of clothing) he looks you in the eye resolve slipping by the second.

"Come on love, one more."

Draco Malfoy

He's elegant with it. You kiss him, quick that's the idea. But the moment you swoop in he pulls you into his lap and kisses you back and due to the sudden movement the camera falls.

"Dray!"

"In a minute you taste delicious."

Theodore Nott

You can taste his cigarrettes, you don't pull off immeadiately because it's just soo good. He gets off his chair, lips still connected and pins you to the wall. HE DOESN'T TOUCH YOU YET OH NOOOO. He's only kissing you till you ask him too.

Matheo Riddle

"And where do you think you're going?" he asks his hand sneaking up. He grabs your jaw and brings you in. "Come on don't go all shy now."

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The Diviner (Part III)

(Morpheus x Prophetess Reader)

Synopsis: Warrens orders you to summon Morpheus. When you don't, he takes matters into his own hands.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, consumption of blood (in a potion)

Word Count: 896

A/N: I know this is a shorty, but maybe I'll post the next chapter sooner if anyone wants that. Just let me know!

Series Masterlist | Part IV

“He doesn’t even know I’m here,” you seethe, the cuffs cutting into your skin. “Your plan already failed.”

He raises a single brow and straightens. “You think I didn’t account for uncooperativeness?” He walks to where a bag lays and takes out a tome. “Let’s not forget that Roderick Burgess summoned Morpheus accidentally. Do you think he didn’t write everything down?”

“It still won’t work,” you say. “You really think Dream of the Endless can be trapped again? You think he’s that weak—that stupid?”

Warrens sighs. “You don’t seem to grasp what I’m saying.” He moves toward a tarp on the ground. “Stupidity or weakness doesn’t matter.” He grips it. “Not when I have his precious little prophetess.”

He yanks it away, and your heart stops.

Sigils and symbols cover the asphalt. You recognize them immediately. They’re the same ones that will summon Morpheus—ones to trap him within that circle—just like Burgess did.

Warrens’ words finally settle within your bones.

You’re leverage.

“No,” you whisper.

There must be a way to stop this. There’s no way Warrens has the power to summon Morpheus at all. He’d need the abilities of a being far stronger; someone touched by an Endless, someone—

Someone like you.

Warrens regards you slowly. “Seems you finally realized just how crucial you are.”

He steps toward you, and all you can do is push back against the pipe to try and stay away.

He grabs your cheeks roughly, squeezing the cut on your face, your blood oozing into a small bowl he retrieved.

A small whimper slips from your mouth as you desperately try to contain it.

“You’re really quite versatile,” he muses. “If you think about it. You’ll be the reason Morpheus dies.”

It's dizzying. But Warrens keeps droning on.

“First, you told him he’s going to die, then you’re bait, then he hears your voice summon him,” he drinks the contents of the bowl after mixing your blood with other ingredients, “Morpheus stays put ‘cause I’ll kill you if he doesn’t, Morpheus dies, and then,” he glances over his shoulder, “you die.”

You fight with the cuffs as Warrens begins the spell. And you’re nauseous when your voice comes out of his throat.

He’s accounted for everything. You’d call him crazy if his plan wasn’t about to work.

You have to stop him before Morpheus appears.

The pipe’s too steady, and the cuffs won't break.

Bracing yourself, you push the base of your thumb until pain radiates up your arm.

After slipping out, you clutch your hand to your chest and sprint to Warrens.

He stops chanting.

You can't react before he plunges the knife into your stomach.

Your scream intensifies when he wraps an arm around you to hold you upright. You aren’t sure why he’s gripping you so tightly until your name's called.

Your eyes trail from the drawn circle to the person standing in it.

Morpheus. Fury in every feature.

“You’d be wise to stay where you are, Dream King,” Warrens says. “Unless you want me to activate the ruins on this dagger and inject her with cyanide.”

“He’ll kill me anyways—”

You let out another yell when he pushes the knife deeper.

“He won’t risk it, will you?” He directs the question to Morpheus, who stands there, hate burning in his gaze. “I thought not.”

He lets go of you, and you crumple to the ground.

He eyes Morpheus carefully.

“Remember, all it takes is one word, and she’s dead.”

You want to tell Morpheus to run, use whatever powers he has, and save himself. You urge him to flee through your eyes, but he is steady on you.

“Let her go, and I will do as you wish.” Morpheus finally speaks.

“No can do,” Warrens says. “You being my puppet isn’t what I had in mind.”

“And what is it you desire?” Morpheus asks, glancing between you and Warrens.

Warrens opens his book. “A lot of things, but right now?” He meets Morpheus' gaze head-on. “I want to finish what started all that time ago.”

As soon as the first words of the spell spill from Warrens’ mouth, Morpheus hunches over and collapses.

The symbols glow white, and Warrens' voice rises.

You can’t focus on much, your sight blurs.

The world won’t survive more time without Morpheus. But maybe there’s still something you can do.

You studied enough magic and learned your powers inside and out—one little modification and Morpheus would survive.

You reach out to him, fingers stained red.

Warrens is too far into the ritual to stop but isn't concerned with you. Morpheus’ crumpled form holds his attention as the sigils shine.

You rub your finger across the asphalt, new blood drawn the harder you press.

The magic ignites your addition, pouring into that one sign, and shoots up your arm.

You never felt pain quite like it. Like you’re burning from the inside.

“What have you done!” Warrens shouts, storming toward you.

Then he freezes.

Morpheus is behind him, shadows stretching from his body.

“Please.” Warrens trembles, darkness winding up his legs. “Please!”

“You do not deserve mercy.”

The shadows swallow him whole, the beginning of Warrens’ screams snuffed out.

And then Morpheus is kneeling beside you, cradling your head.

There’s that fear.

But it isn’t for his own demise.

It’s for yours.

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Dream (a little Dream)

Summary: Your dreams bring you somewhere they shouldn't be able to bring you. And even Dream himself can't explain why.

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x gn reader

Wordcount: 1.2k

Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of dead parents, a kiss (or two)

A/N: I know nothing about The Sandman except for what I've seen on the show. But I've been thinking about this for a week so here we are.

“What are you doing here?”

You looked around, confused for a moment where the voice came from until your eyes landed on a dark dressed figure. A man. No… Not a man… Something…

“I was looking for…. The dream.”

You said to him, his eyes not leaving you as you looked around, taking the room you were standing in in.

“A dream?”

He asked, and you turned towards him, a small smile on your lips.

“No The dream. The first dream.”

When you were little you had asked your mother where dreams came from. She did not give you an answer, but she had repeated this question to you only yesterday, right before she died. Wondering what the very first dream was that had been dreamed.

“The first dream?”

He asked and stepped towards you, his face still unmoving his eyes taking you in.

“What was the very first dream? The first dream ever… dreamed?” You asked him.

“Do you know where you are?” he asked. You shook your head.

“This should not be possible,” he murmured, getting even closer until he was right in front of you.

“Who are you?” you whispered.

“I am Morpheus,” he said and you looked at him with big eyes.

“Dream of the Endless,” you both said at the same time.

And you swore you could see the surprise in his face. If only for a millisecond. You smiled at him.

“So what was the very first dream you… made?”

Your dreams felt different.

They were different when he was there. Since the very first time you saw him.

You knew these were just dreams. Dreams weren’t real. That is what your mother had told you all your life.

But….

What if they were?

What if they could be real?

It had been almost four years since the first time you met Morpheus.

At least in your adult life.

When you cleaned up your mothers house to sell it you came over paintings you did when you were a child. And while you weren’t an artist, deep down you knew the man with the dark clothes and the pitch black hair on your drawings must have been him.

“Are you real?” You were sitting in the grass overlooking his kingdom, Morpheus sitting beside you like a stature.

“Are you real?” he asked and you rolled your eyes.

“Can you ever answer one of my questions, my Lord?” you teased.

“I can,” he said and got up, holding his hand out for you to take.

“But you won’t,” you said knowingly, taking his hand, letting him help you up.

“You just have to ask the right question, Starshine,” he said, kissing your forehead, squeezing your hand before he let go.

“Do you know why I keep coming here?” you asked, standing in front of him.

“I wish I knew,” he murmured, his fingers brushing over your cheek.

“Maybe….” you began, but stopped yourself.

“Maybe?” he asked.

“Maybe you are the reason I am coming here. Maybe I should be here,” you whispered and tilted your face up to look at him.

“Maybe,” he whispered, before his lips softly found yours for the very first time.

“This is it,” you announced years later as you laid next to him, his fingers brushing over your naked shoulder, your head on his chest, trying to imprint his touch on your skin.

“I know,” he said and you closed your eyes with a sigh and sat yourself up, taking the covers with you.

He watched you as you got dressed. You still didn’t know for sure how all of this worked, but apparently just waking up or… walking out wasn’t something you could do with him.

“I can not continue to live in my dreams. It’s been almost ten years and I… I have to move on. I don’t…. I don’t belong here….” you whispered, looking at him with sad eyes.

“I know,” he said again and you wanted to cry. To scream. To have him be real. In your real life.

“Make me belong here,” you blinked your tears away, mumbling towards him.

He got up slowly, crossing the distance until he was in front of you.

You couldn’t bear to look at him, not when you knew it would be the last time. It had to be the last time. It just had to be. You had to live your life, not chase after dreams. Or more chase after Dream.

“Is that really what you wish for, Starshine?” he asked and you looked up at him.

“More than anything,” you whispered looking into his eyes.

“Wait for me,” he whispered, before he kissed your lips and then your forehead.

You woke up with a gasp, blinking your eyes open, finding yourself in your bed.

For a moment you were disoriented before you realised what just happened, tears gathering in your eyes.

You were alone.

Like every time you woke up from your Dream that had become so much more, more like real life than everything you did while you were awake and in your world.

There was a small part that still wasn’t sure what was real and was not.

The only thing you knew was that you were in love with Dream.

And he told you to wait for him.

And you would.

It was a rainy afternoon almost a month later as you were sitting in your armchair, the radio playing old tunes as you watched raindrops run down your living room window.

“Stars shining bright above you

Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"

Birds singing in the sycamore tree

Dream a little dream of me”

You scoffed, listening to the lines of the song as you cuddled yourself deeper into your blanket.

Did he dream too? What would Morpheus dream about? What would someone responsible for endless dreams and nightmares dream about?

You closed your eyes, trying to envision him in front of you, having not seen him ever since that night. You wondered what he was doing in right this moment. Was he missing you as much as you were missing him?

You smiled softly to yourself, humming the lines of the song.

“But in your dreams whatever they be, Dream a little dream of me.”

You sighed before you opened your eyes, finding him standing in front of you.

You blinked.

Once.

Twice.

But you weren’t hallucinating. He was there. And he was…

You reached your hand out, touching his hand.

He was real.

“Am I….”

“Dreaming? No. No you are awake,” he said.

You gulped, slowly getting up to your feet so you could get closer, taking his other hand to ground yourself.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes,” you said right away and he almost smiled.

“Don’t you wish to know for what?” he hummed, stepping closer and you shook your head.

“Will you be with me?” you asked. He nodded.

You smiled.

“Then I am ready.”

#my fic #dream of the endless #lord morpheus #morpheus x reader #the sandman #the sandman netflix #tom sturridge #fanfic #fanficion #fan fic #fan fiction #dream #dream a little dream #dream x reader #sandman x reader #the sandman x reader #fanfiction

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just-some-random-blogger · 1 year

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I just had a random thought about this but Morpheus and a love confession to his s/o in the rain after they left the dreaming after figuring out about his past lovers and thinking they aren’t good enough because they’re a mortal/because they think he still loves them

Not Enough

Dream of the Endless x Reader + Corinthian x Reader

Summary: Corinthian is your new drinking mate (debatable), and you air out your frustrations to a hallucination of Dream... except he's actually standing outside your apartment in the pouring rain.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Mentions/depictions of drinking/drunkenness, gender neutral!reader, exasperated "i am not your therapist"!corinthian, little mix enthusiast!reader, angst, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: OK LISTEN UP this is ig a p3 continuation of "Beer" (part one being "Thorn At My Side") but also, you don't have to read it to understand. I'm also tagging everyone from p1 and 2 who commented just cuz 🫶🫶 @cleverzonkwombatsludge @pinksirensong @lexi-anastasia @aralezinspace @emy635 @libra207 @secretdreamlandmentality @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9 @laraackerman @reallystressedhoneybee @farintonorth @shining-yuu @ellooo0ooo also i love how dream looks like he's about to cry in the gif T_T HAHAHAHAHHHA i think deserve

Corinthian alternated between patting my back and holding me back from dancing on the table, which was honestly such an old man move on his part.

"Hey google," I call, "play No More Sad Songs by Little Mix."

"No," Corinthian retorts, "google no," he grabs the back of my shirt, "I am not listening to another sappy sad song."

I turn to him from over my shoulder, giving him a stink eye, "it's not a sappy sad song, grandpa," I wrangle out of his grip, "it's a good-bye-peace-out anthem."

Corinthian's grip does not relent. He pulls me back down to my seat, "I don't care."

I sit with a thud, though I continue my attempts to free myself from him.

The blonde pulls his hand back eventually, in lieu of grabbing his cup of gin.

"Hey google--"

"Stop."

"--play Joan of Arc by Little Mix."

"No google, don't."

Much to his distaste, Joan of Arc starts playing and I make my way off my chair, onto my tiny, dining room table.

Corinthian shakes his head, crossing his arms, "fine, it's not like I care if you die. At least then, I get to eat your eyes after you break your neck."

"What was that? I can't hear you over this power anthem," I call as I sway my hips to the beat.

The nightmare does nothing, as he can do nothing, but watch as I jam to my jam. Before I can even get to the chorus though, because of my rugged motions, my foot slips. Corinthian, in all his strength and speed, manages to catch me before I break my bones and my table along with me.

He grunts on impact and then yanks me down, "ok, now, I'm fucking pissed."

I yelp when he twists and hangs me on his shoulders. He carries me off the table and drops me in front of my couch. His shades droop a bit down his nose as he bends down in front of me, pointing a finger to my face, "don't fucking move."

I definitely don't fucking move and stand there still like a statue, resisting the urge to dance along to the song.

A few moments later though...

"Hey google,"

"SHUT UP!"

I purse my lips tightly, watching Corinthian as he turns to me from over his shoulder. When he goes back to cleaning my mess (it only dawned on me that I had most probably kicked some empty glass bottles, which then broke on the floor) I count one to ten before speaking again.

"HEYGOOGLEPLAYBOYBYLITTLEMIX!"

"STOP!"

Boy by Little Mix plays against his will.

The next thing I know, I'm latched onto the tall man's back like a backpack one move away from snapping. I'm begging him not to leave, "CORI, DON'T LEAVE ME, PLEASE, YOU'RE ALL I HAVE!"

He grunts, shaking me off as he makes his way to the door, "it's not hard to understand why."

"PLEASE, IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU HAVE BAD MUSIC TASTE."

Corinthian grumbles something under his breath and grabs my arms, forcing them off.

"Pleaseeeeeeee," I sob as I crumple to the floor like a discarded tissue.

He already made it to my door, but stopped himself when he spared a look before leave. He sighs at the fact I was felled like a disney princess, "get up."

"No."

He opens the door, "fine, I'll gladly leave you like that."

"NO WAIT!" I scramble to my feet. I sniffle and wipe my face with my wrist. His face scrunches at the sight of me, "you're so dramatic."

"And you're not?"

"At least I have class when I do it."

"I so too have class!"

He adjusts his glasses, "if that's what it takes to make feel better"

I give him a scowl. He returns it with a grin. Corinthian takes one step forward, wiping my cheek with the back of his hand, "your tears are wasted on him. Trust me."

With that, he pulls back and leaves.

I release a sigh, watching as the door shuts. I then run up to my window. I knit my brows at the sight of the grey clouds and the slight rain that begins to drizzle. I open my window and stick my head out, looking to the entrance of my apartment, waiting for Corinthian to come out.

When he does, I call out to him. He cranes his neck up at the sky upon feeling the rain. He loosens his coat and covers his head with it as he turns to me.

"Do you want to give you an umbrella?" I call out, placing a hand by my mouth.

"WHAT?"

"DO YOU WANT ME TO GIVE YOU AN UMBRELLA?"

"NO!" he calls back, "I DONT WANT A REASON TO COME BACK TO YOU."

My nostrils flare, "IT'S NOT LIKE YOU'RE THE TYPE TO RETURN THINGS!"

I see Corinthian smile, "GET INSIDE, KID. I WON'T CATCH YOU IF YOU FALL!"

I roll my eyes but wave him a goodbye, "WALK SAFE, CORI!"

He begins to walk off.

I cannot resist the urge, "LOVE YOU!"

Upon hearing that, he laughs to himself, "idiot's telling me to walk safe?"

I, in fact, don't go inside even after being told to. For some reason, the sight of the rain made me feel warm, in all its irony. It made me think of memories where I would be eating something warm under the covers, or how I used to play in the rain when I was younger.

I reach my hand out to feel the much heavier drops.

I think about how Corinthian must be dripping wet right now.

I withdraw my hand.

I then think about how he said my tears are wasted. I wonder if he ever cried over Dream too.

Just then, I look down to the street and see a ghost of a man, Dream, looking up at me, dripping wet in the pouring rain.

I chuckle at the sight of it. I prop my elbow on the sill and my head on my hand. It would have been funny if he was actually here, ready to confess and apologize to me like in the movies. I can hear him in my head-

"I'm sorry," he says, face wet with rain water that secretly had tears mixed with them, "it took your absence for me to realize that I do, in fact, value your presence."

I frown at my script, "that's so cheesy. The Dream I know would never say that."

"I would-- I am saying it. I mean it."

I blink at the man in the trench coat, shaking my head as I continue my internal monologue, "Dream doesn't like me. I'm a stupid mortal in his eyes, and yeah, sure, I may not know trigonometry to a tee, I may not posses a fraction of the wisdom he has, but that doesn't mean I'm dumb... that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt that he thinks I am."

Dream blinks rain water out of his eyes.

"And I'm pretty sure he's not over his ex," I mumble under my breath, "he went through a lot of trouble for her recently and, good lord, Lucienne told me she was one of the muses," I run my hands down the side of my face, "how do you even compete with that? Why even bother? I mean, I would drop everything and go back to my ex if they were damn muses too."

"There is no truth to that," Dream calls, "there is no competition."

I knit my brows as I look down upon him, "you're supposed to be nice. You're the ideation of Dream at the back of my head."

"I am real!" he calls, raising his hands, "I am Dream of the Endless and you have been drinking with my nightmare again!"

I sigh, pressing my lips together, "yeah, this is enough self vs self for today."

I pull back and close my window. I let out another huff as I turn around. My ghost nearly leaves me when I come face to face with a dripping wet Dream of the Endless in the middle of my apartment.

I clutch my hands to my chest as he looks at me, muttering softly, "I am real."

I raise my brows at him as I feel myself realize he was in fact real, as he just said. It takes a moment for me to calm down.

Water pools beneath his figure. I take in the sight of his dripping clothes. In this moment, I realize, not only was he making a mess, he was wearing shoes inside my house!

Because of this, I do not hesitate. I walk up to him and place my hands on his shoulders, "get out."

I nearly falter when he calls out my name the way he does.

"You're wearing shoes in my house and you're leaving a trail of water behind. I am not dealing with this."

Dream is helpless as I push him out of my door. I give him one last stern look before closing the door to his face.

I turn on my heels to grab something to wipe the mess, but I freeze when I hear what I do.

"I meant every word I said," he calls from the outside.

I deflate. My eyes trail to the puddle and water trail leading out my door. Sobriety begins to pound at me like a sledge hammer. I groan as I rip my hands through my hair, "not now, Dream..." I sigh, "I'm not ready to have this conversation now."

For a moment, when he doesn't respond, I have myself thinking maybe he already left. This was why I was surprised when I suddenly heard a voice beyond the door again.

"I will wait until you are ready," he replies, "you need only call my name."

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A Fable

Pairing: Morpheus x Male reader

Warnings: violence, blood, captivity, fluff.

Requested: Yes / No

Part 1

A/N: The reader is the Hero from Fable 2! I really love the game Fable 2! So I thought why not? Have fun reading!☺️❤️

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It's a cold winter day in Bowerstone, you and your Sister Rose are standing at a fireplace. You and Rose are homeless. You are only nine years old and your sister is fifteen. You were just trying to get warm, when suddenly something fell on your head and when you touched it you immediately knew it was bird poop! Your eyes went wide and tried to get rid of it while making a disgusted sound.

Rose looked weirdly at you while having her arms around her body to stay warm. “What was that? Oh! Yuck.” she said while taking a step back. When you stopped she put her arms back around her and so do you with yourself. “Well… That’s lucky. Like finding a four-leave clover. Although I think I'd prefer the clover.” her voice sounded a little awkward when saying that.

Then she looked at the castle amazed that stood in the center of Brightwood. “Look. little Sparrow…Castle Fairfax looks so nice in the snow. Imagine the grand dining hall. I bet Lord Lucien’s having roasted duck at this time of the year.” She ranted while you just kept quiet while putting your hands over the fireplace and listened to her ranting.

She put her hands on her hips. “But he must be really lonely since his wife and his little girl died. In that big castle, all by himself… If only we could live there.” She looked at the castle with a sad expression.

Suddenly there was the sound of loud cheering heard from behind the houses. “What is going on over there? Come with me, little brother.” she said while running in the direction of where the sound came from. So before you could say anything you followed her, but you were a little behind.

When you turned into the alleyway and went farther down you saw a man talking to your Sister, You saw him talking to her a few times back then. “Hello there, young Rose. You look hungry. Have you reconsidered my offer?” he said oddly nice but also very weird. You of course do know what he's talking about.

You approached them slowly. Rose had a disgusted and angry look on her face. “We’ll never be that hungry. The answer is NO!” That angered the guy. “You’ll be back. And I'll be waiting for Ya.” he said with an angered tone, then walked away.

Rose sighed and looked at you. “Come on, little Sparrow. Let's see what's going on.” she said as we both ran again to where the sound came from. Rose sighed again. “That filthy creep… I hate him.” she spat.

You finally arrived only to see a crowd around a taider. “Oh… It's just a trader. I can't see anything through the crowd.” She was clearly disappointed.

“A-ladies and a-gentlemen… I have traveled the land accumulating wondrous and mysterious objects! Which I now offer to you for the modest price of five gold coins!” he said proudly.

“Consider this. This is truly a magical mirror. For as long as you look into it, it will make you beautiful!” he said lowly. “I'll take it!” a random guy screamed from the crowd. “Very wise! Now just remember: the magic only works if you look at it in complete darkness.” He had a smug look on his face.

The trader turned to something that looked like a music box, but it was completely made of metal. “Ah, now this is truly a marvel.” he said smiling at it. “This small, unassuming box is actually a device created by the ancients. As was used by the old rulers of the kingdom themselves! Turn the handle three times, and you shall be granted a single wish!”

Rose looked unamused at this and scoffed. “There’s no such thing as magic!” she said and she thought that nobody heard it because they were busy watching the trader, but hooded women turned towards us. When you saw her eyes, you noticed that she was probably blind.

“We live in grim times indeed, if the young doesn't believe in magic anymore. Most children your age believe eagerly.” she said in a calming voice. Rose looked at her weirdly but you thought that she was right, only because you believed in it yourself. “Look, I can see your eyes are bad, but I'm telling you, that magic box is rubbish.” while she said that the crowd beside us was getting smaller and smaller until everyone was gone.

“That's what the seller thinks. He has no idea what he stumbled upon. But you have an inkling, have you? Some part of you wants to believe it's magic.” Her voice still calm as before, she turned around already walking away from us.

Rose looked looked at he women surprised. “What? You… you really think it could be?” she asked hesitantly. The woman stopped but only turned her head to the side. “For five gold coins, you could have your own answer.” Rose looks dumbfounded at her answer. “For five gold coins, we could eat for a weak.” Rose frowned.

The women started walking away. “Listen to me, Rose. At the end of the week you and Y/N would be no closer to your dream- no closer to the inside of that beautiful castle.” she started. ‘She, is right actually…’ is all what you thought to yourself.

Rose turned to face you frowning slightly. “What if it is real? I bet we could get five gold coins… and maybe this could be a way out of here, after all. What is there to lose, little sparrow?” she sounded confident. I smiled at her. “Probably nothing!” Rose laughed then nodded. “All right! Come on, there must be someone around here who will pay us to… do something.” with that we went around town to earn some money.

After about half an hour we finally had our five coins to buy the music box! Rose and I went back to the trader. The Trader Murgo looked at you smiling. “Hello children.” he said happily. Rose and I smiled back at him. “Hello, we’ve come to buy the music box.” she started still smiling.

I walked towards the man held my hand in front of him showing him the five coins. “Very wise, little ones! Go ahead and turn the handle- but mind you go somewhere quiet, like.” he smiled at the both of you. “Okay thank you! Bye mister!” you waved at him. “Let's go make our wish, little Sparrow!” she said excitedly, as you both started walking back to your little stay.

You put the music box onto a box wooden box that was around half of your height. “Alright turn the handle!” Rose was a nervous as you started to turn the handle. “I wish… I wish…” After she said her wish the box opened and started glowing in a bright golden color. A beautiful sound was playing but then the music box started rotating and the music got faster, the golden color was turning red and then all of a sudden, the music box lighted up in a bright golden color and disappeared right in front of our eyes!

You and Rose we're shocked. “But… where did it go? Why are we still here? Five gold pieces… Let's just go to bed.” she sounded sad and disappointed. You yourself were sad at this, but still you followed her. “Oh. I was so sure this was it. I had this feeling like… that we weren't going to be stuck in Old Town anymore! Why didn't the box take us with it?” she still sounded sad but tried to push it aside. “Come on, Sparrow, go to bed.” so you both lay down to end the day. “Good night! Love you big Sis!” you said turning to your side. “Good night. I love you too, little Sparrow.” and with that, you both went to sleep. You only hoped that tomorrow would be a better day, and Rose won't be sad anymore.

It was still nighttime when Rose woke up to the sound of footsteps, scared that it could be a thief or something like that. She carefully opened her eyes and stood up, and when she saw who it was she was relieved, I was only the guard that they helped to earn some money for the now gone music box. “What do you want?” asked Rose the guard curiously.

The guard cleared his throat. “I work for Lord Lucien, miss. And would very much like to see you in his castle. I've been sent to collect you.” With that, he walked away, and Rose walked up to your sleeping form. “It did work! Our wish came true! Come on little Sparrow, wake up.” So you opened your eyes and stood up still a little tired. “What's happening, Sis?” you asked her with a yawn and rubbed your eyes.

Rose smiled brightly at you. “Everything is fine. We're going to Lord Lucien’s castle! Now come we have to go little Sparrow!” she said as she ran in the direction of where the guard went to wait for us. When I ran after her I saw her standing with a few guards waiting for me.

“Let's go to the castle!.” Rose said happily, and so we were guided to Castle Fairfax. “What do you think does Lord Lucien wants from us?” I asked her confused. “I don't know, but we will find out shortly, Little Sparrow.” she said looking to at the big doors of the Castle.

The door was open and an old-looking Butler stood there waiting. “Evening. Jeeves. Here are the children Lord Lucien asked for.” he said proudly. The Butler smiled at us. “Excellent!” was all that he said to the guard, then turned back to us. “Hello, young masters.” This confused you but you ignored it. “Hello, sir.” both you and Rose answered politely.

His smile tightened and turned around. “If you'd follow me please.” he said and started to lead us into the castle. We look up at this castle every day and think how nice it is. We both do. But inside it's even more beautiful than I imagined.” Rose told him dreamily. Jeeves chuckled. “It's quite wonderful, isn't it?” it was more of a statement than a question.

Then we saw a man walking past us. “Ah, hello. Master Garth.” Jeeves greeted still walking while the other male said nothing. “Huh, Man of few words.” He led us further into the castle. “Where is the grand dining hall?” Rose suddenly asked curiously. “Oh, in the north wing. Lord Lucien hadn't been there since… Since the tragic deaths of Lady Fairfax and little Amelia.” he told us as we claimed some stairs and further down the hall. “Oh, I heard. That was so awful.” Rose’s tone was sad. Jeeves nodded. “Yes, he misses them terribly.” Rose raised a brow. “So where does he eat?” Jeeves looked at her. “Actually, he takes most of his meals in his study. He's in there working all hours, doing research...” You frowned. “What does he research?” you asked him curiously. “History, mostly. Lord Lucien is quite keen on antiquities of all sorts, but he is chiefly interested in things relating to the Old Kingdom.” Rose nodded understanding. “There was a Trader in Old Town who said his stuff was from the Old Kingdom.” Jeeves nodded. “Yes… yes, I believe Lord Lucien… heard about that.” he told us hesitantly. We were standing in front of some big doors now. “We bought a piece of it and we made a wish and now we're here!” She smiled brightly.

Jeeves smiled again. “That's wonderful. Now, when you meet Lord Lucien., you must show respect at all times. Address him as “my lord.” Speak only when spoken to.” he told us, You and Rose nodded. “Yes sir.” she awnsered shortly. Jeeves stood in front of us “And do not mention Lady Fairfax or Amilia.” he said a little more sternly. Jeeves opened the door to the study. “Here we are. Lord Lucien? The children are here.” Jeeves informed as me and Rose walked in and the door closed right behind us. ‘I don't like this’ is all I thought as I tried to push a weird feeling away.

Lord Lucien turned towards us. “Children. It's come to my attention that you have some sort of magic box. May I see it?” he asked looking at us curiously. “It vanished m’lord. We were winding it up, and we made a wish, and then it started to glow and it disappeared.” she said sadly. “After you used it?” is all he asked. Rose nodded. “Yes, m’lord. The man who sold it to us said it was magic.” Lord Lucien looked a little interested.

“The box is of no interest to me, what's remarkable is that you were able to use it. What was your wish?” he then asked. Rose gasps a little scared. “Well, speak up… what did you wish for?” he asked nicely. Then she looked up at him confidently. “To live in a castle… like this one.” Lucien smiled. “Perhaps that could be arranged. I working to rebuild… well, I'm working on something wonderful, for which I need individuals with particular talents. Let us find out if you have them. Would you kindly stand in the circle, please?” Rose looked at him nervously “Erm…” Lucien Looked at her reassuringly. “I promise, it won't hurt you.” This made my weird feeling grow but Rose still obliged and stepped inside the circle, while you still stood at your spot behind Lord Lucien. Behind the circle were also very big colored windows.

Suddenly the circle started to glow in a bright blue. “What's that?” asked scared. “Nothing to worry about.” Lucien answered. You looked a little scared at the circle. Lord Lucien looked at me with reassuring eyes. “Go on. Stand in the circle.” Then Rose looked at you. “It's all right, little Sparrow. Don't be afraid. It doesn't hurt.” Her tone was soft. So you made a quick nod and stepped into the circle.

When you stepped inside there was some sort of a blue glowing wall. You were trapped. Lord Lucien stood in front of you, his face was full of shock and relief. “It's true. Your blood… you are Heroes.” This of course shocked you and Rose. “Heroes? You mean like in the old stories?” she asked amazed. Lord Lucien then tried to touch the barrier and it sent some shocks to him. “Ah!” he screamed out pulling his hand away and holding it. When this happens the circle suddenly starts to glow bright red. “What are you?” he asked angrily as he walked to a table with many papers and a book on it.

He started panting. “Wait. There was, there was something here…” mumbling to himself. “M’lord, what happened? What's that light?” Rose asked seemingly scared. “Quiet! You're heroes… but you're not any of the three…” he would us while looking through the papers. “What's happening?” asked terrified as Lord Lucien suddenly pulled a gun out. You froze as he suddenly pointed it towards Rose. “This isn't what I wanted… but nothing must stand in my way.” he said darkly. Rose looked even more terrified now. “No, wait. Don't! Nooo!” she screamed in agony, but it was too late he pulled the trigger and she fell to the floor. Tears were now streaming out of your face as you realized what happened, You looked at your now dead sister but you still couldn't move, you were to terrified.

Lucien then pointed the gun towards you. “I can't allow you to live either. I'm sorry.” is all that he said. You pulled your arms in in front of you as you backed away towards the window. And then he shot you which made you crash out of the window onto many roofs before crashing into the street.

When you laid there on the street you barely moved Your fingers. You then heard footsteps and a voice. “Death is not your destiny today, little Sparrow… Y/N” You knew that voice… it was the blind woman from the market. Then you felt how you were picked up into her arms, then you blacked out cold.

Suddenly you woke up to a familiar face it was the woman she had a dog with her that licked your face. It was the dog that you and Rose rescued once. Then time went by fast you reached out for the comfort of the dog’s warm fur, ready to take your first steps in a new life.

Ten winters blanketed in Albion, ten summers filled the air with the sounds of insects and laughter. With time your pain turned to strength. Your grief became will. A will to change the world. And to avenge the death that haunted your every dream.

Now you are 19 year old. You got your revenge for your sister with the help of the other three heroes.

Hammer is one of the other three heroes. You and her were taking a walk with Theresa. “Today is very beautiful, it's not too warm and not too cold! So it's the perfect weather to take a little walk.” Hammer breathed out with a satisfied smile. “Mhm” You nodded in agreement.

“How about we go into town and eat something? My treat!” Hammer asked. “Seems like an nice idea.” Theresa agreed. “Yeah sounds good to me!” you cheered happily. “All right, let's go!” Hammer said while laughing at you, so does Theresa.

So when you were halfway there about to reach the town something felt off as you three talked to each other. Suddenly you noticed your surroundings started to glow. “What's happening?” Hammer asks confused with a little hint of worry. “I don't know!” you answered back. “I feel magic behind it, and it's not yours. It's not good either…” Theresa said as you all stopped. Then the wind started to get stronger, the glowing got brighter, and started to circle around you very fast. You put your arm over your eyes to see something but the sight was getting less by every second that passed.

You, Hammer, and Theresa started to panic. “Help me! Please!” you begged inside the glowing mist. Hammer with half tears in her eyes looked at you then at Theresa panicked. “You have to do something. What's happening to him!?” Hammer screamed. “I can't do anything. This is way against the skills I have.” She said trying to sound calm. “What-” Hammer was about to say something as the mist disappeared, and you with it. Hammer stood there wide eyed. “What happened? Where is he? Theresa where is he!?” She screamed as she fell to her knees. Theresa walked to her side putting a hand on her shoulder to calm her down. “He will be alright. He will find his way back home.” Hammer was in tears as she looked at her. “You think so?” she sniffled. Theresa nodded. “Let's go home for now.” Her voice was even calmer now. Hammer nodded because she knew that Theresa was right.

Far away in a mansion in America was a Man. Roderick Burgess, he and other people stood in a dungeon under the house. They were a cult and Roderick Burgess was the leader of them. They stood around a summoning circle. They spoke in Latin, then the circle started glowing.

Right next to them was Morpheus held captive. He saw what they were doing. He laid there motionless watching them. As they summoned something, or someone. Then a little explosion was seen above the summoning circle and a bright glowing was there but when it vanished, there was a boy lying on the floor unconscious, on his belt was a well made sword and on his back was a crossbow.

“Take his weapons! And his clothes!” ordered Burgess. One of the cultists stepped towards you and bowed down to grab your sword, and another one grabbed your crossbow, then two others came and started to undress you, which led to you opening your eyes. “Oh, you're awake. Let's talk about business then.” You only glared at Burgess but stayed silent, you were now fully naked. “My Name is Roderick Burgess and I want you to be my personal guard, and hear on every command I give you. If you accept, you will get your stuff back. But if you don't, we will put you in a cage and you will rot in there until you die or eventually give in and accept.” again you stayed silent and didn't respond. Burgess let's out a disappointed sigh, then he nodded at the others and walked away.

While you were put into the glass ball you saw a another male that was also naked, in the cage next to yours. He was tall, and skinny, had black hair and bright blue eyes that stared right into yours as you now laid there.

Out of nowhere, Burgess stepped right in front of your view. You looked at him but didn't dare to move a muscle. “I have that you will rethink about my offer. Even if you don't want to, in the end, you will starve and start to beg for it. I hope you're smarter than this.” then he left again.

When he and everyone left it was only you and the other caged male. You both starred at each other again, only that you didn't really look at him because you thought about Theresa and Hammer, and the fact that you miss them and only wanted to get out of here and back home. Your eyes started burning so closed your eyes and silently let the tears slip.

Morpheus watched you as the tears slipped out of your eyes, but after a short while they stopped, and then he noticed that you probably fell asleep, which was probably better that way, is all what Morpheus thought.

The next day you opened your eyes and sat up slowly. Right now you tried to stay calm so you closed your eyes again. And while sitting there you felt the other males eyes on you but you ignored it.

Then Burgess came in and walked in front of Morpheus's cage. Two other people sat in the back playing a game. Burgess held himself on the cage. “The woman who lives with me has gone and robbed me of my fortune. She’s also robbed you. She's taken your helm, your sand, and your ruby.” this made you open your eyes and look at them. “Now I can unlock this, you can go after her…” Morpheus looked up at Burgess with a glare. “If you give me what I've been asking for. Wealth, youth, immortality. Oh, your a god. These things are nothing to you. Don't you want your weapons and freedom? Just like you Hero?” Burgess said lowly looking between the two of you.

So when you and the male in front of him didn't answer he got impatient and angry. “Speak to me! Speak to me! Speak to me!” he screamed and banged his stick against the glass, which caused the male to flinch shortly. A boy came walking from behind. “Come on! Speak to me!” he screamed again. “It's all right, Father.” the boy put his hand on his shoulder tho stop Burgess of what he was doing. ‘That asshole has a kid?’ is all you thought.

Burgess pushed him away. “Get away from me! If you were any kind of son to me…” he told him as he held the stick in the air and lashed out to the boy, but he dodged it, but hit him with the second one. The boy grabbed the stick so they both held it and faced each other. “If Randell was still alive today-” Burgess was cut off by the boy. “If Randell were alive, he would hate you as much as I do.” he said with hatred, and pushed Burgess back as he tried to attack the boy again, which led him to lose his balance hand his head hit the cage.

Burgess let the stick fall hand put his hand on the back of his head and saw blood when he looked at it, then he fell to the ground, with a big wound on the back of his head.

The to other man and the boy rushed to him. “Sir?” one of them said in panic. But when the boy put his hand on Burgess’s head as he saw a pool of blood leaping out of the wound. You and Morpheus only watched the scene. “You won't get out of there. Never.” Burgess looked at You and Morpheus one more time, then his eyes closed. “Sir can you hear me? Sir?” one of the male askedand tried to shake him but Brugess didn't answer. He was Dead.

The boy looked shocked and looked at his father as he sat there on the ground. “He isn't moving. Is he…” one of the males said. “He's dead.” the other one answered as the boy stood up, Looking at his bloodied hand and back to his dead father.

The Boy stumbled away a few feet but stopped between our cages. He stopped at the cage of the other male and turned to look at him. Morpheus stared back at him and slowly stood up, Your checks got red as you saw that but you wanted to see the interaction.

Morpheus reached his hand out. ‘He’s probably asking him to open the cage.’ is what you thought. The boy turned his head a bit as he reached out too. “Don't do it, sir. He’ll kill us.” one of the males said. “What would your father say?” the male spoke again, Before the boy's hand touched the glass he stopped and put his hand back down, and looked at the ground.

The male in the cage looked disappointed, as the boy looked back up. “I need to think.” he said and looked at the other male then to you, then he left. Morpheus also had put his hand back down watching him leave.

You were angry, but still, you stood up slowly wich made Morpheus look at you. You were a bit ashamed because you had no clothes on but you pushed that aside as you both looked at each other. You held sadness in your eyes as you slowly reached out and put one hand flat on the glass. Morpheus did the same while staring into your eyes. When you looked at him you immediately felt safe.

Then nine months later the door to the Dungeons door was heard which made the guards stand up and open the gate. Alex and also another boy came in. “How are they today, Rogers?” Alex asked. Rogers sighed. “Moved his hand this morning. Right hand. And the other one is also just sitting there but didn't move.” Alex nodded, as the other boy walked in. He had a look of shock on his face and gasped. “Oh, my God.” he looked at Alex and back to you and Morpheus. “Alex?” he asked.

Alex then walked in looking at the both of you. “Hello. This is my friend, Paul.” he told you as they walked further in. “Paul, these are our unwilling guests.” he said looking at his friend shortly.

Alex was getting a little nervous. “Look, we've been talking, Paul and I, and if I let you out, will you promise not to harm us?” he asked calmly while looking at us. You both didn't move not answered his question. “If you could just speak to us.” Paul said a little nervous himself, but again silence.

Alex looked at Paul. “You see, I told you.” he was a little disappointed. “I'm telling you, you have to keep trying. Show them that they can trust you. Show them that you mean it.” Paul softly awnsered back.

Alex nodded at us. “I do mean it. Just promise that you won't hurt me or Paul, and I will let you out.” Alex tried to reason. But again we didn't answer. We just looked at them this time.

Almost eighty years later you had developed feelings for the Male in the cage next to you which was weird because you didn't even know his name, but little did you know that Morpheus also grew feelings for you.

Also the guards started to change every now and then until they looked very modern. And you, you were still looking young and didn't age which you thought was weird and not normal, but Alex was old now just as Paul was, they both married year's ago. They were in the dungeon again. Alex stood in front of Morpheus's cage and had his hand on the glass. “I could have asked you for wealth or Power, and protection, like my father did. But all I wanted was to be free of you two.” He said softly.

You and Morpheus looked up at him. “Surely you want that too.” Paul walked into view pushing a wheelchair in front of him. “Alex, darling, please.” he said softly mentioning to the wheelchair. Alex put his hand away from the glass and sat down in the wheelchair, Paul's hand on his shoulder. He looked at us one more time. “Take me upstairs, Paul. I won't be coming down here again.” is all that he said as Paul started to push the wheelchair, and now there was a gap in the protective circle. Paul stopped a few feet away and looked back seeing it, then he looked at us and made a small nod. He then around and and left with Alex.

Morpheus looked at the gap and wondered why Paul would do that, but in the end it doesn't matter, he can free himself and you now and that's all that matters to him right now.

So when they got out, and the door to the dungeon closed, it was only two guards left inside. “Old Dracula here’s not moving an inch. Just like the other weirdo.” the Female guard said quietly, looking up from her book she was reading. “Why do you call it Dracula and weirdo?” The male guard said tiredly while looking up from his newspaper. “Because I think they are. What do you think they are?” she asked quickly.

The male sighed. “I try not. You know what I think about?” he asked her, again looking up from his newspaper. “Majorca. Four days… and I'll be on a beach. Stinking of suntan lotion.” he said and smiled to himself at the thought.

Morpheus leaned forward holding himself on the glass while glaring at the guard. And you were just watching. “Lucky bugger. I was on Corfu on holiday once.” the female guard told as the other one yawned and fell asleep. Suddenly something weird starts to happen as Morpheus stares at the guard. The guard stood up from his chair and shot both of our cages and they started to break. You sat there wide eyed. “Fred!” the female guard screamed.

She ran towards him to stop him. “Fred, stop it! You'll… Fred!” she screamed but it was too late Both of your cages exploded into many pieces and our surroundings were glowing. You and Morpheus got out of your cages. “Don’t move! Stay where you are!” the guy called Fred screamed. “What… what's he got in his hands?” the female screamed. You looked at Morpheus and saw that he had something in his balled fist but you couldn't see it.

Morpheus slowly put his hand up where he held something in it right in front of his face. The guards already had their weapons aimed at us. “Oi! Open your hands, now!” she screamed at him.

And so he opened his Hand and you saw him blowing some sort of sand towards them, which made them instantly fall asleep. You were watching the scene curious. But then all of your strength suddenly left your legs and you fell to your knees right next to Morpheus with a thud. He instantly looked at you and kneeled down to your hight.

He slowly put his hand on your cheek and his eyes looked at you softly. “I'll get us out of here.” he said and his tone was smooth but very deep. You melted into his hand and nodded at him. Then he slowly picked you up bridal style. Your arms around his waist as you were sucked into the glowing. You… you were getting your revenge now.

Then in a room a black cat came in and sat on a chair in the middle of the room. There also came Alex into the room he looked young again and he curiously looked at the cat with his head tilted to the side. Suddenly the cat disappeared and Morpheus sat on the chair and you stood beside him both fully clothed as you looked at Alex darkly. “Hello” Morpheus said.

Alex was scared you could see it in his eyes. “It's... It's you two. You're… you're free.” he said quietly. “We are.” Morpheus simply awnsered as he stood up and the wind started to blow through the open window. “And have you any idea what it was like? Confined in a cage for over a century?” he asked as he slowly walked towards Alex. “Do you understand the damage you've done to your world?” he asked again. Alex was more then just scared now, he was terrified. “I'm sorry. I… I didn't know. Please.” he said backing away a bit.

Morpheus looked at him unbothered just like you. “Your punishment, then, shall be a gift.” when he said that Alex turned to a little boy. “I give you this, the gift… of eternal… sleep.” when he finished the sentence he blow some sand in Alex’s face and he fell asleep.

Morpheus looked looked back at you holding his hand out. “Let's get out of here.” That's all you needed to hear and took his hand as he teleported you both.

A voice was heard. ”Sir. Sir.” It was the panicked voice of Lucienne. “Oh, my goodness.” she kneeled down to turn him onto his back. “Sir. It's me!” she panted as she saw his eyes opening. “It's Lucienne.” she said as Morpheus looked at her and started to smile and took her hand. “Lucienne.” he whispered weakly. “Your home, my Lord.” and that's when Morpheus started to frown. When he looked beside him he noticed you weren't there. “My Lord? What's wrong?” she asked worriedly.

Morpheus started to stand up. “A boy, he was held captive. Just like me. I brought him with me.” He said as he started to look around. Not even a minute later he saw you laying a few feet away from him, and he immediately sprinted towards you with Lucienne. “A Human? Why was he held captive?” she asked confused. Morpheus shook his head as he turned you around and saw you breathing normally. “He is not fully human, it seems. Because he didn't age for almost a century. The man who held us captive once called him Hero.” Lucienne looked at him baffled. “Do you think he is one of the three heroes? My Lord?” she asked. “I don't know.” is all he awnsered as he gently put a hand on your cheek which made you open your eyes.

When you saw him you started to smile. “Your safe now.” Morpheus said softly as he helped you off of the ground. You looked around and saw the woman with pointy ears and smiled at her. “Hello, jung Man.” she smiled back at you. You were a little scared to speak because you didn't talk since you were held captive, but you decided to still try it. “H-Hello.” you said but your voice didn't sound raspy or broken as you thought it would be. Morpheus and Lucienne smiled at you. “Thank you, for taking me with you…” you started but you trailed off because you didn't know his name.

Morpheus smiled softly at you. “My name is Morpheus. And this is Lucienne.” he told you. “Thank you, Morpheus. And my name is Y/N.” you smiled at both of them.

You started walking over to very huge gates on a massive wall. On those big gates were some pictures in it it looked well made. It made you look at them amazed with your mouth wide open. Morpheus looked at you and chuckled. “You like them?” he asked which made you blink before realizing, and looked at him. “Yeah! I-I mean they look astonishing!” you smiled at him nervously.

Morpheus then raised his hand and touched the gates, they began shaking and started to open up. “Forgive me, sir, but… the realm, the palace… they are not as you left them.” Lucienne said as Morpheus looked at her. Morpheus looked through the gate as it opened. His look… he was shocked with what happened to his Realm… his home.

You, looked shocked too, even if you didn't know how it looked like before. You saw the dead trees and bushes, the land looked like as if it was completely dead. Then you saw that a piece of the roof from the half destroyed castle fell down. “What happened here? Who did this?” He asked not daring to look away from his destroyed home.

Lucienne let out a sigh. “My Lord, you are The Dreaming, The Dreaming is you. With you gone as long as you were, the realm began to… decay. And crumble.” she looked at him sadly as he looked back at her. “And the residents? The Palace staff?” Morpheus asked with a little hope. “I'm afraid most have… gone.” she looked at the ground. “Gone?” he asked rising his eyebrows. “Some went looking for you.” she looked back at him. “And the others?” He asked walking in front of her. Lucienne looked back down to her side, then back up. “They thought, perhaps, you'd grown weary of your duties and…” Morpheus stopped her. “What? Abandoned them? Had they so little faith in me?” he asked in disbelief.

Lucienne didn't know what to say. You on the other concentrated on the view that was in front of you, as the conversation went deff on your ears. You slowly started to move away from them and towards the destroyed landscape. You felt welcomed even if the view in front of you didn't look welcoming in the first place. You closed your eyes whilst you took in the fresh air.

Lucienne looked towards you, which made Morpheus look behind him and he sees that you are walking away from them. When suddenly they saw some tears rolling down your face, when you turned your head sideways.

Lucienne looks worried. Then you felt a hand on your shoulder which made you open your eyes and look at the person who's hand was on your shoulder. It was Morpheus. You look at him puzzled. “Y/N?” Morpheus asked. “Yes? Is something wrong?” you tilted your head. “You seemed lost in thoughts. What's wrong?” he asked softly. “Didn’t notice that! I'm happy to be free again and out of this tiny cell in that weird Dungeon… Aaaand I'm probably a little tired after some sleepless nights.” You laughed awkwardly while scratching your head.

Morpheus nodded. “How about a little sleep then?” He asked while rising a brow. “Hmmm, no. Not before I helped you rebuild your realm!” you said grinning and put your hands on your hips. “But if you want to help him, you will need your sleep.” Lucienne reasoned. You humed. “You're probably right. Okay, I'll sleep once we’re there.” you smiled. Morpheus nodded again. “Let's go shall we?” you nodded at his question and walked beside him.

When you arrived at the castle, Morpheus turned towards you. “Come with me, I show you where you can sleep,” he started as you part ways with Lucienne. “Can I ask you something, Morpheus?” you look at him. “Of course. What do you want to know?” you thought for a short second. “I wanted to know who you are besides Morpheus, you know?” you asked nervously. Morpheus smiled and made a small chuckle. “I am an Endless, Dream of the Endless to be exact. People also call me the Sandman. Also we're here.” he said opening a door to a bedroom that was still intact. When you went inside you saw that the room was painted in black, but it was held simple.

You pulled your shoes, coat, and shirt off. When you sat down on the bed, Morpheus follows you and stands in front of you. “Who's room is this?” you asked looking around. “It's mine.” he simply answered. Your head shot into his direction while standing up. “I didn't know. I can sleep on the floor too.” you tried to say as he already put a hand on your shoulder and sat you back down. “It's alright. I told you to sleep, didn't I?” you looked baffled as you nodded at him. “Now, lay down.” you did as you were told and pulled the covers over you.

Morpheus kneels down to your height, and holds a closed hand in front of his face, which makes you realize what he was about to do so you stop him. “Wait!” you said which made him raise a brow. “Yes?” he asks while looking into your eyes. “We can share the bed if you want! I mean if it's okay with you…” you said shyly. This catches Morpheus off guard but he starts to smirk slightly. “If that's what you want. I will. But I will go and talk to Lucienne shortly, then I'll be back.” he says and you give him a closed-eyed smile. “Yeah, I'll wait.” Morpheus gives you a nod as he stands up and leaves the room grinning to himself.

About ten minutes later he returned. “I'm here now.” he says and you simply nod at him. So he pulls his shirt and pants off but leaves the boxers on. He walks over to the empty side of the bed and gets under the covers. You both stare at each other until you slowly fell asleep. Morpheus smiled at your peaceful sleeping face as he slowly touched your cheek with his hand. Then the next second, you had your arms around him and snuggled into his chest. “Good night, Y/N.” Morpheus had a small smile on his face as he laid his arms around your body.

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Cat-shaped Morpheus makes his senses sharper, I get the feeling he's territorial but still, he sulks whenever he smells another human/animal on you. then he will bite, scratch and hiss at people (or other cat, dog) for getting too close to you for his liking.

I can't help but think he's possessive even like a cat. please could you make a picture about it.please

Catty behavior

WC: 1,9 k Ao3

Relationship: Morpheus x reader

Notes: Desire's meddling, Morpheus as a cat, established relationship, possessive Morpheus, some spice at the end.

Dear anon, I can't make a picture about it, but i can write a fic :) I hope you enjoy.

If you liked this story, i have written others.

The tales of Lord Meowpheus: I II III IV

Desire of the Endless lies on their couch in their red chambers, feeling awfully bored. They stretch before getting up and walking towards the sigils of their siblings.

Looking at the black helmet of Dream, a plan begins to form. The mighty King of Dreams has reclaimed his kingdom, saw through their little ploy, and even seemed to have lost his heart to a mortal. It seems that he has taken a liking to appear as a cat.

Desire smirks, reaching for their own powder. If their dear sibling likes to be a cat, then he should fully experience it, with all that it entails.

He takes a fist full of his red powder and blows it onto Dream’s sigil.

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Sitting on your bed, you ramble about your day, your fingers gliding through soft fur, when suddenly the black cat you’ve been petting jumps from your lap and starts pacing around on the bed.

“Everything okay?” you ask, looking around in your chamber inside the Dreaming’s palace. Only a fool would attack Morpheus in heart of his own realm, so you don’t worry, but still you wonder what startled the King of dreams.

“I have yet to find out,” Morpheus answers, his voice echoing inside your mind as his tail slowly swishes around. Seconds pass and you watch as Morpheus keeps on pacing, his golden eyes seemingly seeing something what you can’t.

In the end, Morpheus returns to you, falling down on your lap. You let out an amused snort as you continue with your ramblings. Morpheus nuzzles one hand, and you scratch his chin while your other hand moves over his back. Dream of the Endless can be a needy, touch-starved cat, and you are the one lucky person in the Dreaming to know this.

“Don’t worry. Whatever it is, you will find out,” you nevertheless reassure him. Morpheus rebuilt his kingdom after escaping a century of imprisonment, retrieved his three tokens of power, and if you understood correctly, stopped a vortex. You have complete faith in him.

Morpheus starts to purr and pushes his head against your stomach, as if he wants you to topple. You lie down on your bed, your head connecting with your pillow.

Morpheus stands up, and you feel his golden gaze focus on you. Carefully, he puts one paw on your stomach, and then the other, until he lies down on your chest, his face close to yours. You let out a playful grunt as you feel his weight on you.

“Thank you for your confidence, my love,” Morpheus says, and you feel his rough tongue trail over your jaw. You let out a small gasp, and before you move, you remind yourself that Dream of the Endless is lying on your chest, and as you’ve learned from experience, once he has found a position, he shall remain there.

You let out an overdramatic sigh and roll your shoulder, waiting for Morpheus to rest his head in the crook between your shoulder and your neck. Needy cat, you think, your heart filled with love.

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“A nightmare has gone rogue?” Morpheus asks, his voice a low growl as he paces in front of his throne. You don’t envy Matthew, who has just revealed this information. Morpheus told you that one nightmare had caused a lot of trouble, and you hope that misery won’t repeat itself.

“Yes. You’re going to do something right?” Matthew asks, hopping around, his talons scraping against the stone. Morpheus gives him a sharp glare and Matthew lowers his head.

“Follow me,” Morpheus commands, and the two leave. This is official Dreaming business, meaning you can’t do anything.

You head towards the library, hoping that Lucienne needs some assistance.

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“You won’t believe it! That poor nightmare never stood a chance! Boss really knows how to track them,” Matthew says, his words rushed as he can’t wait to tell the tale. Upon their arrival, Morpheus gave you a long look, and you headed to the staircase leading to your room.

Unfortunately for Morpheus, Matthew is a good storyteller and you’re curious. Right now, you’re sitting cross-legged on a pillow, waiting for the raven to continue.

“Dream locates the nightmare, but instead of directly engaging it, he keeps stalking it, driving it into a corner. The poor nightmare didn’t know what hit it! With slow, measured movements, the boss approaches it, and before it can escape, the he sort of jumps on it – I don’t know, he was next to me one second and then gone in the other – and renders the nightmare immobile. One nightmare caught!”

You start clapping, applauding Matthew’s tale and Morpheus’s success. Your mind is spinning, searching for the right information. Why does this behavior seem so familiar?

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“Oh, he’s the best!” you coo as you play with your parents’ new brown cat, dangling a plush fish in front of him. It has been a while since you’ve visited them, and they kept it a secret, so Zorro, the little Bobtail is a surprise.

Swiping with his paws to catch the toy, you’re sole focus is on the kitten. You try to listen to your mum’s questions, but Zorro is just too adorable. Your hands are full of fluffy kitten hair, but you don’t care.

“Any news regarding romance, sweetheart?” your mother asks, and you continue to play with Zorro, pretending to overhear it. “Mom, I am dating Dream of the Endless, the ruler of the Dreaming, an immortal being,” just doesn’t cut it.

The afternoon passes too soon, and you say your goodbye, vowing to visit more often. On your way home, it dawns on you: Morpheus’ behavior with that nightmare resembled that of a cat. You don’t know what to do with that information.

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Morpheus is late, and you dream up a ball. Sitting in Fiddler’s Green, the meadows around you in full bloom, you hope that his business doesn’t take too long. You want to gush about Zorro. Morpheus still is your favorite cat, but he’s got competition.

You throw the ball up and catch it, the action strangely hypnotic. In a daze, you don’t even notice the black figure until he snatches the ball in mid-air.

Morpheus gives the ball a curious gaze, before throwing it up in the air, as enthralled as you have been before. You clear your throat and Morpheus puts the ball away.

“My love, I am sorry for making you wait,” Morpheus apologizes as he sits down gracefully in the grass. A breeze tugs at your hair and Morpheus freezes. He turns his head towards you, his nostrils flaring, and you can’t help but hold your breath.

“Have you been around other animals?” Morpheus asks, his voice unusually harsh, and you frown. This is odd. You feel his gaze on you, and strangely enough, it lingers the longest on the spots where Zorro touched you the most.

“My parents just got a new kitten, and I petted and played with it,” you answer, and watch as some of the tension leaves Morpheus’ body.

“Apologies, my love,” Morpheus says, and you catch the dangerous glint in his eyes.

Morpheus takes one of your hands, and gently drags one finger across the back of your hand, over each knuckle until he has reached the nail. He continues with each finger and then turns your hand, repeating his strokes. It almost tickles, but feels surprisingly good, and you can’t wait for Morpheus to do your other hand.

After he has finished, he presses his lips against the back of your hand, and you heart flutters. He keeps his eyes, as deep and as blue as the ocean, on you, and you shudder when you recognize the look in his eyes. Possessive.

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“Thanks for the great evening, it has been too long,” you say as you give Alex, one of your oldest friends, a big smile. First, you’ve had a homecooked dinner at your place, and then you’ve watched your shared favorite movie on tv. Life has become hectic; one day has become one week and before you knew it, months has passed since you’ve last since each other. You’ve missed this.

“Agreed,” Alex says, leaning against the door frame. “Let’s meet sooner next time, okay? You ask and I come. I am easy like that.” You let out an amused huff.

“Text me when you’re home okay?” you ask, closing the door after Alex gives you a short nod.

You’ve only made it back to the kitchen when you hear Alex’ muffled scream. You rush back, open the door and see Alex evade a furious black cat.

“You should call animal service,” Alex whimpers, voice a pitch higher than usual.

“Don’t worry, he’s completely harmless,” you answer in a sweet voice while giving the cat a long glare.

Alex flees and you ignore the grumpy cat, entering your home. This is odd, again!

“Is this Alex courting you?” Morpheus demands, following you into your living room. Turning around, you see Morpheus glower at the chair Alex used to sit on, his lips almost a snarl.

“No! Alex is one of my oldest friends, and I would have told you that during my next dream. You don’t need to spy on me!” you answer, your voice sharp and your hands curled into fists.

Silence stretches on until you swallow down your frustration, knowing that Morpheus can be petty if he wants to. His facial expression is unreadable, yet you see a muscle in his jaw clench. Your cat is displeased.

“You have nothing to worry about. There is only you,” you say softly, hoping that he understands your message.

Morpheus doesn’t reply. Instead, he crosses the distance in swift strides and his hands tenderly cup your face. You feel his thumbs trail over your jaw as he leans down to press his lips against yours. The kiss starts gentle, and you move your lips with his. Your fingers slide through the silky strands of his hair, and Morpheus, very in-character, lets out a low purr.

Morpheus angles your head and with your consent, slips his tongue inside your mouth. You let out a soft moan and your hands cling to Morpheus’ back as he pushes you through your living room until the back of your legs hit your couch.

His lips leave yours and you gasp for air. Morpheus lets out a low chuckle before his lips connect with your neck. His hands wander from your face to your shoulders, keeping you in place as his lips trail from your pulse point to your collarbone.

“Mine,” Morpheus growls against your skin, making you fall backwards on your couch. Propped on your elbows, you look up at him, his eyes almost black with desire, and your heart skips a beat.

He slowly lowers himself towards you, straddling you, his body so close to yours that there is no escape from him. Your heart races and heat curls low inside your stomach. Like the cat that got the cream, Morpheus grins at you. He looks more like a nightmare than a dream, black hair more disheveled than usual, his eyes darker than the universe, his clothes crumbled.

“Mine,” he keeps growling every time he presses a kiss against your flushed skin.

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Inside their chambers, Desire lets out a delightful laugh.

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