#lucienne headcannons

[lemoneyshipz]

list of dreamling headcannons i have, some may or may not be me projecting:

Dream likes food that are sweet, soft and small enough that he can hold and nibble on, like fruit pieces, brownie squares, soft cookies, small cakes and pastries

Hob is not myopic but slightly hyperopic and would need reading glasses to grade and do paperwork

Dream dissociates, like a LOT, and it get worse after his imprisonment, most of the time he (and other ppl) doesn’t even realize it but he would space out, go on autopilot and become less responsive until someone (hob) pulls him out of it

Hob would collect random trinkets and then forgets about them, ranges from small jewelry pieces (some really old at this point), toy figurines, smoothed out porcelain shards, corks, or cool rocks, and those would piles up in his flat until Matthew steals them again for his own collection, Hob rarely notices, and when he do he doesn’t mind

Hob keeps up with his memes and slangs but would mix them up bc he literally cannot keep track of their timeline, like these tumblr posts? these are Hob

Hob doesn’t know this but he’s tiktok famous bc of videos of him ranting about Shakespeare or mixing up his slangs or just reveals the craziest of life stories, ppl in the comments like “👀 is he single” and his student reply “no he’s married to a hot goth who visits sometimes”

Hob doesn’t teach history bc they get soo many things wrong and he can’t stand it, he teaches classic literature analysis instead and shares random history or other random facts he learned over the years in class.

Hob has a hard time falling asleep without cuddling something in his arms, usually its a pillow but it’s now replaced by Dream. Dream doesn’t sleep but he appreciates the cuddles and it allows him a couple of hours of peace and quiet to blank out when needed.

Matthew was Hob’s best man (he had a tiny collar and bowtie and everything), Lucienne was Dream’s librarian of honor, Fiddler’s Green officiated the wedding and Death walked Dream down the aisle. Time & Night were not invited but Calliope was

They had their wedding in front of the new inn but held a separate celebration in the dreaming so all the lil dreams and nightmares can be a part of it

They both ADORE Ghibli films, the classic, whimsical fairytale/fantasy is right up Dream’s alley not to mention the artistry and all the dreams they have inspired

[eviesaurusrex]

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Lord Morpheus x Deity!Reader (Goddess of Nature and Music)

summary: After being killed by Roderick Burgess during her attempts to free her husband, YN returns to Morpheus shortly after he himself reincarnated (kind of pt. 2 to »this one«)

word count: 5k oooops…?

warnings: mentions of death, mentions of the Afterlife, reincarnation, angst, but super fluff, like, seriously, this is a fluffy cloud of cotton candy, Death, Lucienne, Mervyn, and Matthew as trusty wing people

author’s note: This idea is presented to you by a comment written by @writing-fanics under my first ever Morpheus work: “we meet him again but when he’s reincarnated as Daniel Hall 👉👈 that’s my headcannon to make me happy after reading this the third time”. I could not not write this one out after I succeeded in breaking my own heart with the first fanfic for my baby 🥺 We imagine that Morpheus looks the same and has kept every memory after his reincarnation, but they have to be triggered, thank you, bye

Disclaimer: I have never read the comics (yet), and I’m still watching season one, so this is just my take on it. Please, don’t come for my head, would be much appreciated 👉🏻👈🏻 But I deliberately changed the happenings of episode 1 in order to let my baby have his vengeance. So, that’s on purpose!

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“Okay, scenario time,” Matthew’s voice reverberated through the soothingly lit library in the Dreaming and called Lucienne and Mervyn to attention. The librarian peeked expectantly over her round glasses while Merv turned away from the stack of books to eye the flying raven cautiously. Recently, the bird had acted weirdly every time he had returned from the Waking World, and every time it had gotten more and more concerning. “What is it this time, Matthew? The beheaded ghost of Anne Boleyn?” Lucienne exchanged glances with the pumpkin head, suppressing a barely noticeable grin before cocking both eyebrows at the black bird.

Matthew groaned—he wished he hadn’t spoken a word about that incident—but flapped his wings to detangle the ends of his feathers. He still wasn’t used to those either. “Very funny,” he seethed and tickled a rumbling chuckle out of the pumpkin’s mouth. Sometimes he wished he would’ve landed in hell instead of the presence of these two buttheads who never faltered to tease him. “Anyway,” the raven continued with a warning glare out of his black eyes, “Back to my totally hypothetical scenario. Is rebirth a thing? I’m still new to this stuff. Hadn’t had the time to read through every book.” To be quite honest, Matthew hadn’t touched a single book in here, not even those which Lucienne had put on a stack on one of the tables, just for him. He hadn’t been a big reader back in his days; he should be damned if he would start with it now.

Lost in his thoughts, Matthew didn’t realize the awful silence settling over the duo in front of him. Confused, he looked from one to the other. “What have I said or done now?!” Lucienne was the first to speak up. “Why are you asking, Matthew?” Her voice was laced with earnestness, and the raven stepped from one talon to the other. “No reason?” He didn’t sound convincing, even he heard that. “Matthew,” the librarian spoke in one of her warning tones, and the bird knew he couldn’t joke around anymore. “Fine! There is this teeny-tiny portrait Morpheus is carrying around with him. Like, all the damn time. And over which he is so protective, I wasn’t allowed to take a look or even ask him who that is. But…” Again, he stepped from one toe to the other before jumping from the stack of books he had landed on. “But?” Now even Mervyn urged him with the same unnerving tone Lucienne owned. “But a few weeks ago, he forgot to put it back in his pocket, and it lay open on one of the steps. So, yeah, I took a glance. Don’t give me that look, you two would have done the same!” Lucienne stood from her chair and moved closer to him. “Stop weaseling around the point, Matthew!”

The librarian knew whose features were depicted in the locket the lord carried around ever since Lucienne had handed it over to him. The thought alone of Lord Morpheus’ still lingering pain—even though he couldn’t put it to the proper memories connected to this feeling—made her heart ache as well—especially because she had known her as closely as one could know the former Queen of the Dreaming. They had considered each other dear friends, sharing the same passion for the written word and wisdom.

“Good lord, let me take a breather! Why are you so eager all of a sudden? Sheesh.” Her patience with this creature was almost depleted, and she would have loved to just shake a bit of sense into him. Instead, the librarian was content with using threatening words. “If you are not willing to tell me right in this instance what this nonsense is about, I will shake some sense into your feathery body!” Matthew stared up at her and took a small step back, putting some distance between them, but maneuvered him closer to Mervyn, who definitely wouldn’t help him if Lucienne decided to strangle the life out of him. “Okay, Okay! I’m sure I saw her wandering around in the Waking World! Happy?”

The bomb blew up and silence once more settled over the library. Lucienne continued to stare down at the raven, face unmoving and lacking any expression, while Mervyn plopped down onto one of the chairs standing next to the long wooden table. Matthew glanced from one to the other. “Why? Who is she? Someone important? Like his queen?” A chuckle escaped him at the thought of Morpheus being married and having a loving wife somewhere hidden in this palace. But at the sight of hurt and grief on the pumpkin’s face, even the cheeky raven grew quiet.

“She was his queen, yes,” Mervyn mumbled, leaning back in the chair. “She is his queen,” Lucienne corrected him, not having accepted the cruel fate her friend had endured. Merv sighed long and deep. “Her name was YN, and she was the only being he had ever wanted.” Matthew perked up. “YN as in YN, the Goddess of Nature and Music and all that?” Both nodded simultaneously. “She was killed by the same man who had captured our lord. And you are sure you saw her? Not some mortal only resembling her?” The raven nodded without a second thought after digesting the new information and the even more depressing backstory of his boss. “I’m pretty sure. She looked… lost. And I’m sure she saw me. Not only the raven but me.” And that had unsettled him so much that he had fled every time she had found him again. Yet, Matthew always returned to keep an eye on her, unable to stay away from her because somewhere deep down, he knew she was somehow different.

Lucienne exchanged glances with Mervyn. “Is it possible then?” The pumpkin head asked the librarian without hesitation, and she nodded equally as fast. “Reincarnation? Yes. Resurrection? Possibly? Death is the expert on the latter.”

And as if she had only waited for the perfect moment, Death of the Endless appeared in the middle of the library, displeasure evident on her face.

“Who of you found it screamingly funny to mingle with a soul?”

Now it was Matthew and Mervyn who exchanged glances before turning their eyes to Lucienne. “Seems likely possible,” the raven announced before the trio moved to look to the Endless, still waiting for an answer, arms crossed in front of her chest.

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“Why the sudden need to visit the Waking World?” Morpheus’ soft voice asked Death, an edge of curiosity to it nonetheless, blue eyes resting on the passing people who didn’t heed the Endless’ existence nor presence entirely. His sister hummed shortly, but no word left her mouth—for now. Minutes passed by just like humans passed by. They stood on this spot on the street silently, right opposite a flourishing park, facing the lush green grass, the flower bushes, the high, looming, almost ancient trees.

“Death,” he warned lowly, not feeling pleased by this game she seemed to play with him. Impatience spread in his body, letting him experience the usual unresting feeling crushing into his muscles and bones, urging him to do anything. He had learned to despise this feeling. “The locket you carry.” Her sudden turn to face him surprised even him, and a black brow arched over his eye. “What about it?” He felt rather protective over the little piece Lucienne had handed him over, and he remembered the memory rising at the gesture vividly. The agony connected to it was something he had never experienced before. But instead of fading over time, it had manifested as a brick in his soul and heart; unwavering and unstoppable as soon as it once had taken hold of him.

Death observed him closely, witnessing the change in his eyes and the emotions dancing over his face. She was sure the memories were somewhere buried in his soul, and they only had to trigger them. It surprised her he didn’t unlock any of them at the first sight of her face after Lucienne had given him the small portrait right after he was reincarnated.

“You do know who she is, do you, brother?” Morpheus furrowed his forehead in concentration, trying to understand the meaning behind this—but a conclusion was nowhere to be seen. Death seemingly caught up to his train of thought because she slowly pointed in the direction of the blooming park opposite of them without letting him out of her sight. “I hope this will answer everything,” she mumbled, watching Morpheus as he slowly turned his head to watch the greenery and people passing. It was nothing out of the ordinary to see.

Not until she stepped out of the shadow of a willow tree into the beaming sunlight.

She strolled through the grass seemingly without a care in the world, face held upwards in the direction of the warming sun, eyes closed. He somehow knew that they were of an ever-changing color, always capturing him, even after eons of being his companion as soon as he had stepped into a room she had occupied, following him with an expression he only could describe as never-ending and undying love.

Morpheus could feel how his heart ached bitterly and agonizingly at the sight of her.

He watched her fingertips dance over flowers in full bloom, tickling an even brighter color out of their petals which stretched desperately in the direction of her life-gifting touch, craving her attention, constantly repositioning to her, as if she was the compass they had searched for decades without success. As if she was the sun to the sunflower in them. But not only the flowers reacted to her; even the grass seemed more green and lush in its color.

Morpheus wasn’t able to take his eyes off her—neither physically nor mentally. Not with the deeply felt emotions crashing against the high walls around his mind like a strong and wild tide, resembling her being. She might look like the damsel in distress, but all of a sudden, the Lord of Dreams knew with shocking clarity that she was anything but the damsel in desperate need of an assisting hand. And not just that.

He knew her.

A change within him followed this realization.

He felt the moment in which every single memory returned to his soul unscathed. Morpheus could flick through them like the pages of a book, and every picture was as clear as the sky of the Waking World above his head. He could remember their wedding vividly—remembered her smile as radiant as the stars above them while they promised to protect, cherish, and love one another.

Forever.

Whatever might lay ahead of them on their path through the centuries and eons.

Both brows softly rose over the pair of eyes, always lacking something in their depths which they held once without any doubt. The spark was there again, though—Death could see it clearly, could even feel it. The stars inside the blue seas attempted to return, but the hesitation of the Endless still too powerful to let them have their way.

Morpheus watched the woman, the goddess, his wife, with growing desperation from afar, feeling agitated. His only desire was to cross the street, to put the humans in his line of sight and Death behind him, wanted to pull her into his arms after he had stopped right in front of her. He wanted to see her face, to hear her voice, to feel her soft touch which had always reminded him of water gliding over stone, of a breeze caressing through the tall-growing grass and wheat in the Dreaming, of raindrops stealing daringly kisses and touches of petals and leaves.

He wanted everything from her she once had given him without so much as a fleeting thought.

Unbeknownst to himself, the King of the Dreaming and Lord of Dreams had taken a step closer to his very own dream, not paying any attention to his sister in his back or the raven that had landed on a branch next to the goddess. His black eye observed his boss looking dumbfounded over at the woman who resembled the most beautiful blooming flower ever seen by mortals and otherworldly beings.

And though she was above the Waking World, once a ruler of the Dreaming itself, she slowly sank down in front of a little girl, a tender expression settling on her face. The girl held a dying flower in her open palms; the stem snapped off the remaining plant and looked equally as crushed as the petals. Matthew smiled—as good as possible as a bird—at the picture of her softly raising her hand and returning the flower to its once beautiful existence, making the girl giggle and smile widely. YN smiled back—Morpheus felt as if his heart missed several beats at once—before resting a finger against her lips, and the girl nodded in understanding before rushing over to her mother, showing her newest possession proudly.

She raised back to her feet, and without a glance over her shoulder, she spoke up. “You can come out, raven, whose name I still do not know.” Matthew felt exposed but followed her words and landed softly on her shoulder. “Goddess,” he mumbled, and YN chuckled gently. “Ah, I see. And there I was, wondering why you did not leave just yet. Someone told you, I suppose?” He was able to take a glimpse of her eyes, and the raven would have to lie if he told the world they weren’t as mesmerizing as Lucienne had described them to him. Nodding, the raven made himself a bit more comfortable on her shoulder—if he had to choose, he would take her shoulder over his boss’s every time. He hoped no one would ever find out about that. A heavy sigh left her parted lips. “Then you surely must know that I am of no use anymore.”

Ever since she had awoken in the Waking World, YN had tried to find a way back into the Dreaming, back home. Before her—obviously not definitively—death, she had had the powers to come and go as she had pleased, but now, all there was left was silence and coldness. She couldn’t even feel the Dreaming anymore, which only let appear one conclusion in the front of her mind, and she didn’t dare to think about it further. In the first hours and days of her awakening, she had cried enough tears to form an entirely new river—unpurposely, of course.

Matthew cocked his head and tried to stare into her eyes. “No use?! What are you talking about? I call bullshit.” YN now herself cocked her head, mirroring the raven on her shoulder what he didn’t like, but was humored nonetheless. “So, you are a funny one. That did not happen in a very long time. Usually, ravens tend to be so earnest.” The raven had to chuckle at that. “I’m unique. But stop honey-ing me, missy! Care to enlighten me why you think you are useless?”

Now, every lightness was gone from her face, eyes, and body language. He could feel her muscles tense under his talons. “I cannot return. I cannot return to the Dreaming, not even after offering my powers. I cannot feel it.” I cannot feel my home, she thought to herself before continuing. “And if I cannot feel the Dreaming, the only possible reason is…” YN couldn’t speak it out loud but had to, so she took a breath. “The only reason is that he is dead. And without him, I cannot return home.” I do not wish to return home. Because what was a never-ending existence without the one she loved more than every flower, leaf, and music tune?

Matthew raised his head slowly, looking from the profile of her breathtakingly face over to his boss, still standing there like a damn tree growing roots. He saw how Death softly nudged him in their direction, and if he had a saying in this, he would’ve shoved him like there would be no tomorrow. Instead, he himself gently nudged her jaw to make YN turn her head. “But what if he is still here?” Matthew asked at the exact moment her eyes had found the man of her dreams.

And suddenly, everything stopped. There was no movement, no breathing life, no growing life. Only stasis. Except for them. In a very long time, YN hadn’t felt this much alive, not even in the wake of her awakening a handful of months back.

Morpheus could see the movement of her lips, letting no sound escape them—the sight of it brought him back to the memory of her last breath he had been damned to only observe instead of trying to save her. But other than a century before, she didn’t lose the spark of life in her eyes, didn’t go limp, didn’t show any signs of injuries or blood consuming the fabric of her clothes before it dripped onto the grass beneath her feet.

No, she was the epitome of life, and her light fueled him with something he hadn’t felt in a very long time: Hope. Happiness. Love. And he should be damned if he didn’t get to her only because he feared that this was his very own nightmare which he had conjured himself to torture his already tortured soul. He couldn’t lose her a second time. He wouldn’t lose her a second time.

With slow steps, even though he ached to stride over to her as fast as possible, he put the grey world behind him and stepped into the green paradise he yearned to have back in his life, in the Dreaming. His realm wasn’t itself, not without its queen. The soothing calm wrapped itself around him and his mind, caressing him softly with every step he took. It resembled her touch, but he knew that her skin against his was something even more glorious and ethereal. Something divine beyond comprehension.

None of them broke the contact of their gazes; they revolved around one another like planets in the grand universe, interdependent, as if one was the source of gravity of the other. Morpheus wasn’t sure if he should reach for her, if he should let his fingertips glide up her bare arm. But she took the burden of said decision upon herself as YN reached out for him, desperation and fear written all over her beautiful face, crystal tears burning in her eyes which just changed their color from the light blue of a summer sky to the evergreen of a dark forest. He felt as if his heart stopped beating entirely the moment the tips of her fingers were able to reach the back of his hand.

Both sucked a deep breath into their lungs, and while YN’s lips softly parted in utter surprise, Morpheus’ steps faltered. Inches still separated the couple, but he slowly turned his hand under her fingertips, moving it to let his palm face upwards, to feel her touch there because he suddenly remembered particular scenes throughout their existence. He was faced with the feeling of tender touches and the feeling of home; her fingertips following and drawing the lines on his palm, always while they lay together in their shared bed during the early morning hours, before she would press a feathery kiss to it and laid his hand atop her cheek to close her eyes for only a few more minutes. He felt the adoration swirling through him, knew that he had craved those moments every morning—even after centuries, after eons of their loving routine.

And even now, after everything that had happened to both of them, Morpheus felt his heart jumping in his chest as YN let her fingers glide over the upwards-facing palm. He watched her as closely as she watched him, her touch moving over the tender skin of his wrist before they lost contact again due to the fabric parting her touches from him. The woman in front of him took a last step in the same heartbeat as he took his last step toward her, not holding back anymore.

His hands cupped her neck lovingly, his long, elegant fingers reaching to the back of her head, his thumbs tenderly brushing over the line of her jaw. In the same instance, YN had buried the fingers of her left hand into the fabric of his black coat while her right hand cupped his cheek, the pad of her thumb caressing the skin above his cheekbone. Their gazes were still connected, diving into the deep seas, yearning for every emotion swimming in those dark pools.

“Morpheus.”

Her unbelieving whisper of his name—as if it was a prayer—was his downfall. Without wasting another second, another breath, another heartbeat, the Lord of Dreams bent his head and eyes closed at the mere anticipation before their lips collided in softness and loving movements. The desperation and urgency needed to wait for a different moment in the confinements of their private rooms in the Dreaming. Their passion had never been secondary, they had always heavily indulged in it, even if the timing was anything except perfect, but now, neither of them could think about something more important as the realization that this wasn’t another dream—or nightmare—that this was reality instead.

The reassurance of this fact in the form of tender kisses they shared without stopping to take a deep breath was more than enough. But even they had to part at some point—foreheads softly pressed against one another, fingers tangled in silky strands, chests fitting perfectly together, eyes still closed, savoring this existence-altering moment.

“I thought…—” YN’s voice was quiet, breathless, filled with fear and agony. She didn’t need to complete the sentence because he figured what she was trying to say. So all he did first was move his head to press a lingering kiss to her forehead. “I am here,” he whispered against her skin, feeling her body relax under his hands. He would never leave her again or let her leave, even if he had to fight every single creature the world had to offer. “I… I am…” YN’s mumbling almost got lost between the shake of her voice and Morpheus wrapped his arms around her, pressed a hand to the small of her back while the other buried itself in her long curls, pulling her closer to his chest, enveloping his wife in the most protective hug. “Do not apologize. There is nothing to apologize for, love. I am just glad I have gotten you back, gotten another chance to spend eternity with you. I am beyond grateful to finally have you in my arms again where you belong, my dream.” His whispering was as tender as the leaves around them, and YN felt her heart flutter like an excited bird shortly before it rose into the sky at the sound of the endearment reserved explicitly for her.

YN let her eyes fall shut, savoring the long-missed and lost feeling of his incredibly soft lips, remembering the Afterlife filled with the same sensation but different all at once. It had been insipid; a weak, dull equivalent to his counterpart in reality, and she had missed him there even more fiercely as if it would have been the case if the Afterlife hadn’t been so cruel to her soul.

Her fingers tenderly caressed through his night black strands, hearing and feeling him sigh in utter contentment. “Morpheus,” she whispered his name again, this time with her lips almost at his—already touching them with every syllable of his name. “I told you I would find you.” The corner of her mouth slowly raised at his deep but quiet chuckle, feeling his arm wrapping tighter around her, pulling her even closer to him, if that was even possible. Their eyes met again after a short but equally as lovingly, and heartwarming kiss as the ones before, and the Lord of Dreams pushed a curl behind her ear, caressing her cheek with his knuckles. YN looked up to him almost pleadingly, even though they both knew that Morpheus could never refuse anything his wife asked of him.

“Bring me home.”

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Morpheus had his eyes closed, breathing slowly, while every sensation was heightened, beginning with the familiar heavy feeling of her head lying on his shoulder and ending with the tickling touch of YN’s fingertips following slowly and reverently the lines in his right palm. They lay like this since they returned to the Dreaming, immediately strolling through the palace and into their rooms, ignoring everyone around them, only having eyes and a place in their minds for each other.

They had to wait if they wanted to see their queen again. It was his turn now.

“What happened?”

Her voice was as soft as it usually was but held an edge of curiosity and resentment. Her fingers didn’t stop even as YN turned her head to look up into his face, and the man opened his eyes to watch her, though he felt the memory rising behind his eyes and in the front of his mind, unable to unsee it. And she had a right to know.

His hand, which had rested on her bare shoulder where he had caressed her skin with tender strokes, moved up to her head and started to brush through her hair. It had always soothed him and his mind, and he felt relief flowing through him at the realization that it was still the case. “It took a century before I was able to escape, but… I could not leave without seeking vengeance for what he did. Not to me, but you.” YN was quiet, but her eyes told him she listened intently to his every word. So he continued. “My ruby brought him immortality for the time in his possession, and it was the first thing I took back from him. I watched him starting to wither in his sleep, knowing that his dream had changed with the sensation of something happening to him. I waited until he awoke, waited until he realized it was my doing, and watched with satisfaction the moment he realized his end was coming. I promised him eternal torture and started with it myself.”

Morpheus knew that he had been cruel to this human, but he also knew that he wasn’t as cruel as he should’ve been.

YN stopped caressing his palm, and the Endless watched her face, not moving his gaze, not even as he felt her hand move upwards to cup his jawline. He slowly let his eyes fall shut only at the feeling of her thumb brushing over the skin of his cheek, leaning his face into the touch he had longed for over a century. “I really thought I could save you, my love,” she whispered and leaned her forehead against the other side of his face, nuzzling her nose against the skin of his neck. Morpheus pressed a loving kiss to her hairline. “I know, my dream.” He fell silent for a moment before speaking up again—pain audible in his voice. “Do not dare and try it again. Will you promise me that? I cannot watch you die right in front of me again. I would not survive it.”

His queen softly pushed herself up with a hand resting on his chest, right above his strong beating heart. Her eyes—morphing from an emerald green to the shades of the morning sky after the night retreated—watched him with the softest expression while she nodded, barely visible. “Will you promise me not to find yourself in situations and positions which require my unintentional sacrifice again?” A smile started to tuck at the corner of his lips, and YN gently chuckled at the sight of it. “I will promise you that, my Queen,” Morpheus smiled nonetheless up at her, covering the hand still resting over his heart with his own.

He looked down at the missing feeling of something pressing against his palm. YN seemed to notice his changing expression and looked at her bare ring finger as well. “I woke up without it,” she whispered, sadness etched into her tone at the memory of the missing ring her husband had given her. It had been the most beautiful ring ever made, decorated with two beautiful gemstones—a dark blue sapphire, reminding her of his eyes, and the other the darkest emerald ever seen because it had been the color of her eyes at their first encounter. YN didn’t know where it vanished.

He got a hold of her bare hand and pressed her fingertips onto his lips to pepper gentle kisses on them. “I will make you a new one,” he vowed with the soft tone reserved entirely for her ears.

But he didn’t need to because only a moment after the words had left his mouth, a knock interrupted their peace and tranquillity. YN was quick on her feet and crossed the grand room to open the door, facing a wide-eyed Lucienne. “My Queen,” she bowed her head, but both women searched for their hands, and YN gently squeezed her friend’s fingers. “Lucienne,” she smiled, and the librarian couldn’t contain her smile as well. “I apologize for the intrusion, but Death found something I suspect you missed.” And with that, she opened her other hand in which laid, atop a velvet piece of fabric, her missing ring. “Where…?” Her friend only shrugged gently. “She didn’t tell us.” Nodding, YN took the ring and pressed it against her chest. “Thank you, Lucienne.” Her voice was laced with joy and longing, and the librarian bowed again. “I will leave you, but don’t hesitate to visit the library. The books miss you dearly.” With that, Lucienne turned and left, and the woman closed the door again and walked back to the bed with Morpheus still atop the covers.

She opened her hand after settling back on the mattress next to him, letting him see the ring resting on her palm, and the Lord of Dreams smiled down at it. He took the delicate jewelry between his fingers and slowly pushed it back into its place, back home on her finger, so everyone could see to whom she belonged—though nobody in the Dreaming needed a reminder of that.

“Welcome home,” Morpheus mumbled, lips against lips, and enveloped his wife once again in his loving embrace to hold her as close as possible, not thinking about letting her leave his arms anytime soon.

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Okay, so, I hate the end, but I’m really bad at writing endings naturally, so we have to deal with this one. Hope y’all enjoyed it tho :3 As usual: Comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated! <3

[roguelov]

I have this silly headcannon that Reader has a special pet name for Morpheus when they are in private. Because Lord Meowpheus is just so darn cute, she can't resist calling him kitty. At first Morpheus glared at her and rebuked her attempts at calling him such a degrading and saccharine name, but reader would say to him that his reaction just made this pet name even more suitable cuz he acted just like a sulking kitten. But, gradually Morpheus gets used to it and secretly falls in love with the affectionate she used. Unfortunately one day reader accidentally calls him by the pet name when she walks into Morpheus having an audience with a subject. It's so embarrassing for our dream lord and the word is spread across the dreaming and the denizens all snicker at it behind their king's back

… anon … I LOVE THIS IDEA!!! And the idea of teasing Morpheus is my favorite thing

“Morning, kitty,” you teased, rolling over in bed.

Dream - having awoken a hour before you to secretly admire his love - rolled his eyes, despite the faint flutter of his heart. “Must to you refer to me in such a ridiculous manner.”

“But you are my sweet kitty.” You brushed back a few strands of his soft dark hair and cupped his face. You kissed his forehead, then his nose, and finally his lips.

He sighed happy.

“Besides,” you murmured against his lips, “we both know you love it.”

He said nothing.

You simply laughed. You pecked his lips once last time before getting up for the day.

Later, you strolled into the throne room seeking Dream’s opinion on what felt like a frivolous matter. Dream, sitting on the edge of the stairs, talked to Lucienne and Mervyn on matters of the castle, more specifically the library and possibly another expansion.

You silently walked to Dream’s sides and leaned over him. “Sorry, kitty, but could you look at these when you get a chance?”

The room instantly went cold.

Your eyes widened, realizing your mistake. You cleared your throat, “Actually never mind, we can discuss it later.”

You scrambled out of there, while Dream stared utterly in shock hearing what you called him. Merv, on the other hand, snickered unable to help himself. Dream’s eyes narrowed at the pumpkin.

“You will not speak of any of this to anyone,” Dream gritted his teeth. He abruptly stood up, now hot on your trail. “We can talk of the library’s plans later, I have other matters to attend to now.”

Oh yes, you shall pay dearly.

Because by the end of the day all of the Dreaming knew of Dream’s pet name.

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Ask game :D 1 and 11 for you-know-which-ship-I'm-talking-about!

Oooo... That ship, (sultry wink) oh yes, I know that ship...

Corinthiel, Daniel Hall x The Second Corinthian

1.What are some headcannons you have

Some of the headcanons? Oh I could write an essay on the headcanons I have for these two. I am 'unnaturally' obbsesed with them. But let's see...

They were made for each other... Literally.

There's nothing more intrinsically Morpheus then looking out for someone else's wellbeing over his own. And I truly believe he created the second Corinthian for his successor, despite what it meant for him. One of the second Corinthian's last orders from Morpheus was to find and keep Daniel Hall safe. And I don't think he meant just the human child. In recreating Cori when he did, Morpheus left Daniel a loyal protector, but more importantly a companion who knows exactly what is to be both new and old. To be yourself, yet someone else. To live in the shadow of someone, yet long for your own sense of individuality. He made it so they wouldn't feel alone in their struggles. That they had someone who saw 'them', not just who they were. Something that can form such an unbreakable bond....And I just...I need a moment.

Don't let the angel face fool you, Nightmare Daniel is a horrific little hell beast and the Corinthian loves it.

Daniel represents rebirth, new chances, hope... He's a kinder Dream, a softer Dream. More open and almost shy and unsure in his demeanour. However... His Nightmare side I can see as being one vindictive little fucker. There's that touch of humanity, of a child's greed and brutality in him that's going to make him SO much worse. I can picture the Corinthian being the one to take a step back and think, 'Well... Mark me down as scared and horny.'

Extra related headcanon: Corinthiel doesn't have to mean the end of Morpheus of you're looking to try it. ❤️

This is very indulgent headcanon, but I'm going to include it, as I think many in the fandom link this ship with tragedy and the loss of Dream. But I never really picture Morpheus as 'gone' when I think of Corinthiel. And not in a, Morpheus lives on in Daniel way. In a... Morpheus is fine, enjoying well deserved retirement and living it up with (Insert romantic partner of your choice) in the Waking. Thanking every deity he deems worthy for Lucienne and that his kingdom hasn't been left entirely in the hands of two overgrown, hormonal toddlers. Around one and four respectively. 😆

And if you ship Corintheus... Well the Corinthian has two hands doesn't he? 😅

11. Do you have a song that reminds you of them?

The Air That I Breathe by The Hollies

It's a song about finding utter peace and contentment with the one you love. And really think for the Corinthian, who knows pure hunger in so many forms. Well, that's what he finds with Daniel. ❤️

"If I could make a wish

I think I'd pass

Can't think of anythin' I need

No cigarettes, no sleep, no light, no sound

Nothing to eat, no books to read

Making love with you

Has left me peaceful, warm, and tired

What more could I ask

There's nothing left to be desired

Peace came upon me and it leaves me weak

So sleep, silent angel

Go to sleep.

Sometimes, all I need is the air that I breathe

And to love you."

🥹🥹🥹🥹

[landwriter]

Saw some anon's headcannon about how Dream probably threatened a bunch of gods to make sure Orpheus was born healthy. What's your take on it? I personally love protective dad Dream and he IS overprotective, but in comics(I'm not sure if you've read them so I'm not gonna spoil anything) he always puts his function before his loved ones, and I don't know if he'd risk future diplomatic interactions or smth. What do you think?

the ask in question answered by @softest-punk.

Dream, as The Corinthian says, is ‘more than a god’ - he is apparently older and greater than gods - so I feel a bit, I don’t know, no threats or bribing needed. More sort of showing up, pointedly. His attention and presence is enough. I imagine Calliope, with her place among the Greek gods and goddesses, probably had healthy birth and blessings etc. pretty well covered, but I do see Dream as a fretting father-to-be. I imagine after the first few times showing up at whatever the supernatural equivalent is of the produce section of the neighbourhood grocery store just to aggressively lock eyes with any of the local deities whose functions concerned with Having Good Babies, Calliope probably got word and told him to cut it out. But he would fret, surely. He would. He is very, very ancient and as far as I know this is the first and only time he fathers a child.

He and by extension his realm must become shaped, in some ways, to his concern - he is the vessel of the entire unconsciousness, and I can see him, perhaps, during the first few months, going to Lucienne in a panic, after paying special attention to pregnant Dreamers - all those waking fears and hopes are already so complex! so wild! imagine if your only perception of them was those feelings too great and strange to be articulated while awake. “Can human children really come out as. A dozen frogs.” “No, my lord.” - “Is it true that if the unborn child is discontent, he will crawl out the mother’s mouth?” “No, my lord.” - “Lucienne, are you positive a child cannot stay in the womb forever? This is a surpassing frequent subject in the dreams of pregnant beings.” “Yes, my lord.”

The thing is, Dream does seem like he’d be rather the old-fashioned type about this, who would prefer to know nothing at all since he is Lord of Dreams, etc, etc, and has higher things to attend to, but the problem is he can’t really avoid the concept of it, so he is at once attempting to be distant and removed as usual, while having, on-tap, every single positive and negative feeling, every single great and horrific story, about pregnancy, about childbirth, about being a father.

I imagine, later in the pregnancy, his focus turns to dreams of children growing up, and who they become. I think he speaks to no one about this, but watches, over and over, the nightmares of parents whose children are born healthy, beautiful, and strong, whose children have great fates - as his surely will - and whose children disobey them, or fall in battle, or turn out to be cruel. I imagine he is haunted by stories of sons and their fathers. He will do better. He must. And all of it gets stored up and creates a feeling and a fear so great that it comes out the way it always does with parents: trying to exert agency over their child, and thus alienating them.

I think Dream, as a result of his function - not in spite of it - was fully unable to be At All Normal about both his imminent and then actual fatherhood. I think he must have had an eternity’s worth of hopes and expectations for his first son. I think that, among many reasons, is why Orpheus was his only son. I think whatever fears he has for subsequent romantic and intimate relationships, so well-represented in fanfic, would be leagues worse concerning the prospect of another child. I think whatever terrible lover and partner he thinks himself to be, he thinks far worse of his parenting. When your own stubbornness, your own propensity for Big Feelings, your own quickness to isolate yourself in grief - when these traits are carried on in your child, whether you recognize it at the time or not, and then Orpheus’ fate the result - how could he not? (But, of course, he does not blame Calliope for giving him her talent in music, or her fairness. So it goes.)

In the years after, he must have thought often on his old fears for Orpheus’ safe birth. How quaint his worries then would seem to him. A safe birth, when he could have been praying for a safe life.

[for reference - I haven't read the comics but I have seen Some Of The Panels Concerning Orpheus and the Orpheus Sandman wiki. One day I will set aside an entire day to weep and wail and gnash my teeth about the fact that was the task Dream mentioned to Hob, the task that Lady Johanna Constantine performed so 'admirably'. One day, I will set aside an entire day to think about how differently that conversation could have gone.]

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THE SANDMAN X GN!READER MASTERLIST

— a collection of the sandman characters x gn!reader, closed requests.

— table of contents : work troubles w lucienne | headcannons | sleepless nights w morpheus | colors of the dreaming (morhpeus)

[littledollll]

Okay before I start I just wanna mention, my agere content and nsfw stuff will always be separated, do not sexualize age regression! It’s a coping mechanism and it will be kept strictly sfw here!

Moving on to sandman agere headcannons:

• Morpheus of course knows how to take care of a little, and would be so protective and caring over them considering how he lost his son and how he treats Rose, also how caring he is, I think it’s safe to assume he’d be amazing with kids

- he’s endless, there’s nothing in this world that’s a foreign concept to him of course so when you talk to him about it he’s more than accepting and immediately offers to be your cg

- he’ll make dreamscapes and physically age you down in your dreams if you just ask

- he has no problem when you’re too little to talk or go non-verbal, he understands you and knows how to handle your needs

- lucienne definitely babysits when he’s away, and has a little corner of the library near her desk as your little space when you’re with her, decorated with fairy lights and bookshelves filled with toys and kids books

- you want a unicorn? Dragon? Bear? Whatever you want, name it and it’s yours

- picnics in fiddlers green

- definitely lets younger dreams have play dates with you

- can and will carry you around everywhere

-cuddles all the damn time, and has a strict bedtime/nap times for you, though you don’t mind cuz he’s in your dreams anyways

- will make Corinthian one or create a body guard for you

-everyone in the dreaming is open minded so you won’t get judged but if you did rest assured that person will not be getting away with it

Feel free to request characters or different types of headcannons

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Oh my goodness thank you so much for indulging me with all your answers and headcannons!

I absolutely love the softness that is Hob and Morpheus making sure Grace is tucked safely between them or away from the door when they’re spooning in the waking world. Ngl, that gentle protectiveness is the best.

Regarding their reading preferences, I’ll have to take a recommendation from Grace and check out Angela Carter. I can definitely picture Hob reading classic mysteries too. I wonder if Morpheus has ever taken the time away from his duties to truly read for the sake of reading…

On a tangential thought, I was reading some of the Death comics today, and in one of them Death is talking about how she liked the Little Mermaid movie, even though it had a happy ending. She mentions that her brother didn’t like it and that he is a purist for those things.

It made me chuckle to think of Morpheus watching Disney’s The little mermaid (probably the animated original given the era), and being particularly unimpressed by the alteration to the original story.

And now I’m thinking of him watching it with Grace and Hob for some reason (or another modern adaptation of a classic fable that Morpheus has Opinions [with a capital O] about). And maybe Grace and Hob get tired of Morpheus sulking/grumbling about the bastardisation of a truly great Story and instead find a very pleasurable way to shut him up.

I think Grace and I might have the same Spotify habits tbh. That sounds exactly like my music library and I wholeheartedly embrace the label of menace to society 😁

My friends know to expect an eclectic mix if my music is on shuffle… Nineties and noughties pop, Gregorian chants, Big band/Jazz, Prog rock…

As for the library… you’re killing me with the thought of Grace reading some of Hobs old love letters, and Hob occasionally reading the dreams of lost loved ones. That is too many feels. I do also selfishly hope we get to see some more Lucienne in the stories to come.

I love that Grace is so fond of the Leviathan and that she and Hob enjoy Fiddlers Green.

I am definitely picturing Hob swinging around some of the swords in that armoury (with his sleeves rolled up…

Have Hob or Grace ever spent much time outside of Europe/North America? As a resident of the antipodes I often wonder how characters might feel about our part of the world.

Who is Grace’s professional nemesis? And why? Apologies if it’s something that’s already come up and I’ve forgotten.

How I wish I could eavesdrop on that rumour mill about who Morpheus is to Grace and Hob!

Is there any chance we’ll get to see more interaction between Hob and Grace’s friends/coworkers and Morpheus?

I’m just imagining if Grace had an event (possibly something fancy) to go to that Hob for some reason couldn’t accompany her on short notice. And maybe Hob mentions it in passing to Morpheus, and then Morpheus just turns up to accompany Grace. And they’re both looking might fine all dressed up, and the sexual tension is high, and Grace’s coworkers/friends/other guests are both aroused and intimidated and ever so curious about the two of them and their relationship. Or some of the guests talking obnoxiously about big concepts they know nothing not about, and Morpheus just coolly putting them in their place, or matter of factly correcting them.

I do love how you described Grace and Hob’s friends deciding that Morpheus must be from old money and in a psychosexual muse/artist relationship with them both.

The mental image of Hob and Grace in nothing but gold and rubies and being absolutely worshipped by Morpheus is particularly inspiring.

I adore the thought of Grace pinching Morpheus’ t shirts too. I bet they would smell especially delicious. And then Hob’s sweater or cardigan over the top. Lucky Grace!

I’ve got to admit I love that Morpheus and Hob have a thing for Grace wearing her glasses. I have a pair that I only use for extended reading sessions or when I’m on the computer, and for some reason it also makes my partner a little hot and bothered! 😂

I am 100% with Grace on Hob’s forearms and Morpheus’ collarbones. Pure perfection there.

Regarding the Dreaming’s residents taking closed doors seriously… I have to ask… the library? Has Lucienne ever found herself suddenly locked out, or would Morpheus be too afraid of her to risk such a thing?

Ok, I’m sorry for the essay, but thank you again for your willingness to share! ❤️

Gentle protectiveness is a peak love language, and I think Hob and Morpheus (eventually) would be very, very good at it!

You should totally check out Angela Carter! The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories is a fantastic starting point for her. I think about “The Lady of the House of Love” at least once a week, and the titular short story kickstarted my Bluebeard obsession as a teen.

The rest under the cut, because I could talk for an age about this:

Morpheus is either the best or the worst to watch movies with. On the one hand, a storytelling medium that he hasn’t had a lot of exposure to! The whole concept of dream sequences in film! The artistry of it all! On the other hand, the parade of adaptations not just currently, but historically, and media-purist Dream. Maybe he only gets really nit-picky about the big fundamental changes to the originals, but he would have beef with most, if not all, of the Disney Princess movies. Where’s the blood and the blinding in Cinderella? Grace probably quite likes the live action version (if she has a little crush on Richard Madden, no one has to know) and Morpheus…hates it. What time period are they meant to be in? Why is the ending always so different? Someone has to shut him up, and Hob and Grace are both very creative when it comes to this. Morpheus isn’t necessarily easily distracted, it’s just that he’s so much more interested in the two of them than whatever it was they were doing before.

I can promise some more Lucienne to come! I’d like to do more with her generally, I love Lucienne and someday will work on something that features her more prominently! I also really need more of Hob with a sword for…personal reasons…

I like to think that Hob is fairly well traveled outside of Europe, maybe! I do for sure think he’s made it to Australia and New Zealand, maybe even spent some time there in the late 20th century, and probably liked it very much. Hob has eternity, after all, and with the advent of every growing commercial travel, I have to imagine he hopped on that, if for no other reason than curiousity’s sake! I do wonder how he feels about airplanes generally, though, and whether he prefers to travel by train or plane.

There will also definitely be some of Grace and Hob’s coworkers and friends with Morpheus! I don’t know if it will make it into the main fic, but it’s definitely planned for a future one shot. There’s nothing quite like a staff holiday party or university donor event…I love the idea of Morpheus showing up with Grace, and of course everyone is expecting Hob, but no, here’s someone who’s a completely different person on most levels! I’d also like to (someday, eventually) do something with Hob and Morpheus and Grace’s mother. Hob has, of course, met her. Morpheus hasn’t.

I have my little to do list of smut ideas and it grows longer by the day, but someday, they’ll all happen! I just love the shifting dynamic between all three of them and how much they adapt to one another as the situation comes up. They just work so well together!

Listen…you can’t ever go wrong with glasses. I’m absolutely biased, naturally, but they look good on everyone and you get at least 20% hotter when you wear them, I don’t make the rules.

On the topic of scent…I think Hob is definitely a person who does wear a nice cologne every day. He just always smells good, like subtle cologne and laundry soap and clean skin. Morpheus, on the other hand, doesn’t wear cologne…he just smells like that all the time. In my head, it’s a little herby, a little earthy, some ozone. Nice, pleasant, but not what humans smell like on their own, he’s missing that skin smell, which I think subconsciously, people (who aren’t Grace and Hob) realize and find odd, because he just…doesn’t smell right. I live for Morpheus being just a little weird and uncanny and off to the average person who doesn’t know who and what he is.

Collectively, they’ve decided that the library is entirely off limits for shenanigans. Grace likes Lucienne too much and Morpheus is secretly concerned it would be her final straw. Grace does, however, very much want to hook up in a library, but she’s not picky on where it happens to be located. She’d happily take a dream of one somewhere else if it meant avoiding inconveniencing Lucienne.

[gay-dorito-dust]

🐈‍⬛Cat!Morpheus things 🐈‍⬛

A/n: yes this is a headcannon for shit I’d think morpheus would do in his car form.

Perches himself on your shoulder to seem bigger even though he probably amassed a weight similar to that of a fully grown Main Coon and totally isn’t crushing your shoulder in the process.

Loved being affectionate with you in his cat form but if you were to tease him about it at a later date he can and will be seen sulking in the corner of the room in cat form like:

When you choose not to tease him, cat!moprheus can be found on your chest sleeping, on your lap, rendering it impossible for you to go to the toilet or grab a bite to eat without him mewling his displeasure in your mind.

Nudges his head into your legs or hand when he’s in dire need of pets or whenever he believes you aren’t paying attention to him as much as he would like you to. He’s pathetically clingy no matter what form he takes if we’re being honest.

Constantly needing to have the high ground to ensure his authoritative persona was still intact. Literally you saw him trying to get onto his throne one day but it had proven to be too big for him to clamber up and as you snickered at a black cat trying and filing to climb a throne; morpheus would glare at you with his glowing eyes, hissing for you to stop laughing at him before actually succeeding on his tenth attempt. He sat up there quite smugly for while before you came up to retrieve him for bed because he has been sat up there all day…he didn’t know how to get down without falling down the grandiose flight of stairs.

Chases Mathew when he gets on his nerves. Mathew doesn’t find this at all funny whenever you could be seen watching from afar, he cried for your help so that he doesn’t have his beak ripped out but always ends up getting pinned by morpheus either way before the dream lord in cat form hops into your arms, snuggling contently.

Has slept near Lucienne on occasion. Neither of them knew how it started but it was just nice to be in one another’s company that wasn’t strictly related to business. They could be seen sitting in silence nearby the fireplace. You may or may not have taken a picture for memorable purposes.

Taglist: @mess-in-side @murnsondock @dinonuggett @mm2305 @lex-the-flex @blossomedfloweroflove

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SANDMAN MASTERLIST

Dating Lucienne headcanons

Dancing w/ Lucienne

Going to the Waking World w/ Lucienne

Dating Desire headcanons

Dating Morpheus headcannons

[windsweptinred]

I've seen a good few posts where people have complained The Sandman fandom is 85% Dreamling. (I may add in a highly respectful way, which I love to see, well done Sandman fandom!) And to be fair they're not wrong. I've seen many calls for more ships. What I haven't seen much of, and believe me... I've looked. Is much content for other ships. So I can't stress highly enough, make content! Write fics, draw art... Write headcannons, make ridiculous shitposts. Don't be put off if it gets less engagement then Dreamling posts. That's not what it's about. If you love it, post it! Make content and they will come! There's obviously a demand for it. So go and ship who makes your heart sing. 💖

So anyway, I've traversed the Sandman tumblr for as many ships as I can. I've purposely missed off the top two ships of Dreamling and Corintheus.

Part two can be found here

If I've missed one, huge appoligies. 🙏Feel free to add your ship in the comments and tell the world about it.

(Ps, this is not an Anti Dreamling post, a place to judge ships or have a rant. Just a push for alternative ships love. Please keep it positive 😊)

[windsweptinred]

Oh, oh! Have you ever written Johanna and Death? Would you consider writing that for the Sandman femslash weekend for me? I’ll be writing Gaulcienne, my beloved. And maybe something for Rose Walker if I can get inside her head!

I haven't, not beyond the odd headcannon, even though I absolutely adore Johanna and Death as a ship. Which shame on me! I'd more then happily have a crack it for you. 😁♥️

I've also been promising @two-hands-toward-the-sun some Calliope/ Lucienne art for the longest time as a thank you for their gorgeous fics. So this is just the week to do it!

... And I'm on a bit of an ancient Greece kick at the moment, so I really want to do some Death/Sappho art. 😅

Thank god I've got a month to prep!!

I can't wait to see your Gaulcienne work. 😊I have my favorites, but honestly I carry a torch for nearly every sandman fem slash ship I've seen. 😅

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SANDMAN HEADCANNONS part 1/???

LORD MORPHEUS - general hcs!

he could sleep late and wake up at 6 am and would have zero to no problems in starting the day at that hour.

death calls him 'morphy' as a way to annoy him, he allows her to call him that and her only

had a pet hamster in one way or the other.

is ace (i think its cannon?)

is completely amused by humanity's theories/perspectives in anything that involves, hell or heaven.

he likes his coffee, black but prefers tea

would spend his time reading at the library with lucienne (if he's not busy)

has candles to help him relax when he's alone.

despises the rain

cares about his hair WAYY too much

has a hard time picking out his ootd even though his wardrobe only consists of black of everything, needs lucienne for it sometimes.

intp or intj

would love reggie black

LORD MORPHEUS - romantic hcs!

idk bout yall but i feel like mf is touch starved so cuddles are his go to way of showing affection.

absolutely little to no pda- unless he's jealous so when he is maybe a firm waist hold or a peck on the cheek.

he knows you like his voice so he only shows his teasing side to you.

will never admit that he loves you when you tease him about it but will certainly put someone in their place when he gets jealous

he gets jealous- a lot

"he was looking at you funny."

you both share a small infatuation for lucifer morningstar.

dramatic & overthinks a lot

will never fail to hype you up in lowercase in any situation.

lucienne is yall's love counselor

LUCIENNE - general hcs!

people saw her as strict and grumpy, but was later changed

she doesn't like taking the leader role but it makes her feel better for having a bigger purpose/role

often checks in with morpheus when he's working on his creations.

when she's got nothing to do, she gossips with abel and cain

matthew is the founder of them scrumptious tea

i think she would be non binary with any pronouns

she would definitely kin hermione granger or remus lupin

is good with kids

she feeds strays (if they ever exist in the dreaming)

has strong emotional intuiton

firm believer that she's either infj or infp

LUCIENNE - romantic hcs!

words of affirmation and acts of service go brrr

mild pda

offers to do your makeup or do your nails and she does it very well

she would rant about morpheus

she trusts you to the point that you think she dgaf about you

gets flustered when you dress up for her

she likes to give you massages.

is practically still when she's asleep so easier to cuddle

reading together >>>

sometimes doubt that you rlly like her but you assure her a lot

hugs and quick pecks 4ever cus she's a classy individual.

grocery shopping w her

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WORK TROUBLES (short)

genre :: a small argument in the beginning but gradually will have fluff.

summary :: lucienne rants about morpheus, reader helps them relax. (i headcannon them as nonbinary who uses any pronouns)

pairing :: gn!reader x lucienne

"i can't! i really can't take it anymore, he is just so stubborn it's-" lucienne rants then comes to a frustrated sigh. you set down your cup of tea on the dining table and wrapped your arms around their waist.

"i think you might let morpheus talk to you instead, don't give him advice or warning if he doesn't want you to. lil bitch needs to learn to treat his librarian... no?" you told them as lucienne rested her arms on yours as well, exhailing through her nose. "it's morpheus we're talking about, he probably has too much pride in him to even apologize to me- a common librarian." she says matter-of-factly.

you scoffed, resting your chin against their shoulder. "well you never know that a century of imprisonment did some good to him." you whisper to her ear. "don't speak ill of what he went through. " they wriggle out of your grasp and gave you a frown. "it's a small theory, how can you be so caring of him after that shit he pulled in the palace." you argue in a tone that tried to contain your annoyance. lucienne scoffed, "and who told you what went down in the palace?"

"matthew told merv, merv told abel and cain. abel and cain told me." you admit, crossing your arms.

"well- how can you judge someone without even knowing what he went through in the human realm?" you opened your mouth to answer but then she held up a finger, indicating you to shut up. "don't answer that, i'll get out of the room once i smell dinner."

they continue to the room and slammed the door.

matthew perched on the windowsill and chuckled, "love of your life problems?" he asked. you roll your eyes, "i like her morals but she's really got to work on her wording because she seems like she's defending her boss that, mind you- treated her unfairly. she just needs to stop caring about people and just- bash someone once in a while." matthew chuckles again, "lucienne rants to herself a lot about morpheus at work, i witness it a lot. now if you're ever willing to man up and sort yall's problems, you better start cooking!" he advises you and you turn on the sink to rinse your hands and splash the water on the bird, with that matthew flew away.

as soon as you finished cooking and eating, lucienne didn't get out of the room ever since that afternoon and so you grabbed your silver tray and put their meal on it.

"open up please. the soup will get cold."

with that, the door unlocked and you went inside, setting down the tray on the desk.

you lay down on the bed as lucienne ate their dinner in silence. after a while, you decide to say something. "sorry about earlier."

"i just wanted to let you know that you sometimes need to treat people the way you are treated."

"this is the king of dreams we're talking about, he'll probably pulverize me if i go too far, even worse if i lose my job" lucienne mutters. you chuckle, "if you were of any value to him he wouldn't, it would be considered as a test." you told her knowingly, as if you ever talked to the guy.

you faced the ceiling as you heard the small screech of the chair and lucienne sat on the edge of the bed, where your feet rested so you rested your socked feet on their lap.

"sorry if i made you think that i liked my own boss more than you-"

"you wouldn't dare." you laughed

they chuckle along, "i just didn't like the thought of people that i love just going against my morals of speaking on other people's situations as if they've ever experienced it." they then lay next to you and wrapped their arms around you.

"you're better than morpheus anyway."

(note: this was incredibly rushed. so 😭)