#morpehus

[undiscovered-horizon]

Rainy Season - Morpheus x Reader

[Spoilers for Brief Lives I guess?]

[MASTERLIST] | [Sandman-inspired playlist]

SUMMARY: Fed up with Dream's stubborn and at times childish attitude, you leave Dreaming. But when Morpheus's sorrow makes itself known, Matthew has to fetch you before the kingdom completely floods.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 1.7k

It’s a tumultuous morning in the Dreaming. Even if none of the dreams and nightmares are privy to the ongoing feud, they know something is wrong. It’s as though the air in the kingdom, the marrow of their bones, turned bitter last night. Their skin is crawling but the sun is shining as it did yesterday. They birds chirp the same song they had throughout centuries. And yet, against their better judgment, something is terribly out of place.

To be honest, you don’t even remember how all of this started but the damage is already done.

A frustrated scream ripples through your chest, "The world doesn't revolve around you!" You're fuming. There's only so much patience one person can hold and recently, Morpheus had proven himself exceptional at trying to reach its limit until he, unfortunately, succeeded today. "For someone who's supposed to know every thought ever entertained, you sure can not look past the tip of your own nose."

His eyes, cold and hurt, stare at you in utter confusion. Dark eyebrows furrow. "I do not know what you're expecting of me,” he states in an angry voice. It appears that he really does not understand the reason for your outrage. "I am not human, I am unable to look at the world as you do."

Of course he says that, you think to yourself. It seems to be his favorite line of defense. Dream of the Endless is a strange, eldritch creature. He doesn’t comprehend the world like a mortal does and, or some reason, he treats this fact of nature as an excuse not to try. At first, you thought it charming - to see the universe through the eyes of a creature you can barely begin to understand. Who wouldn’t? The strange wonder of the man in front of you made you seek his company again and again. Truthfully, there’s something poetic about it: the reason you’ve come back to him so many times might be the very reason you bid him farewell. For good.

"Good news, then: you don't need a cardiovascular system to exercise empathy.” Your sarcastic tone has an effect on Morpheus. He frowns, hurt by your words, only to grow angry that he’s so affected. Dream’s pride makes him want to not be influenced by your bitterness. Alas, he cares more than he’s willing to admit. "Not everything is about you, Morpheus, and until you realize that, I don't think we've got more to talk about. Goodbye."

Even after you shut the door behind you, the word echoes through the castle. The stone walls seem to whisper it back to Morpheus, rubbing the salt in his wound. How strange it is - to be haunted by somebody still alive. To be the king of dreams and feel hopeless. It would be funny if it didn’t make him want to be unmade.

A thunder rolls. A blue lightning splits the sky in two. Despite the lovely weather in the morning, it starts to rain in the Dreaming.

The storm doesn’t stop after a few hours nor does it cease after a few days. Black clouds cover the sky as they did four days ago. The only change is in the water level: the kingdom is flooded. When everyone thought the rain is bound to stop soon, no one minded much the rising tide. However, when the situation only worsened with no evidence that it’s going to improve in the near future, worried voices started to reach Lucienne. If the storm doesn’t cease in the next day or two, some parts of the Dreaming will share the fate of Atlantis.

If Morpheus knew he was being observed, he didn’t show it. Perhaps he doesn’t feel up for another confrontation. In any event, he remains still, standing against the balcony reiling, as his friends begin plotting:

"How is he?" Matthew whispers to Lucienne. "Has he moved from there at all? Ate something? Said anything?"

"That's three 'no's, I'm afraid,” she answers slowly. The librarian lets out a heavy sigh. "He's just dramatically standing there, wallowing in pity."

Dream really is 'just standing there’. Drenched. His hair and clothes are stuck to his pasty skin. It can’t be comfortable but it would appear that matters other than cosiness are on his mind at the moment. For the past few days, ever since you left, he hasn’t moved even a quarter of an inch. Truthfully, he looks about as alive as a marble statue, if monuments could appear excruciatingly miserable.

"Should we do something?" The raven continues. What he really wants to ask is 'What should we do?’ but Lucienne seems to catch the undertone of his words nonetheless.

"You could ask her to come back but no guarantee she'll want to,” she thinks out loud. "They've fought before but this time she looked really defeated."

Morpheus, although doesn’t need to breathe, sighs loudly. As he exhales, another lightning tears the sky apart.

"Alright, I'll try to convince her to talk to him again,” Matthew states. His worried voice makes him sound determined to have the two of you reconcile. "Hopefully, we'll be back before you need a canoe."

Lucienne doesn’t respond. As much as she doesn’t want to admit to her pessimism, she knows better than to have much hope in the matter of Dream’s love life.

Repetitive tapping on the window diverts your attention from the dishes you were washing. Seeing the black bird sitting on the outside windowsill, you quickly wipe your hands against the dishrag and jog to open the window.

"Matthew?" you ask in surprise.

He wastes no time pleading his case in a plaintive tone. "You gotta go back to him. Everything's gone to shit."

You furrow your eyebrows. Leaning against the wall, you cross your arms on your chest. "What do you mean?"

The raven hops closer to you. "It's been pouring nonstop since you left. He's just standing there, soaking wet and he won't talk to anyone."

It might sound sadistic but it’s a nice thought that he’s grieving your departure so severely. For what it’s worth, it means he’s not as blase as he likes to appear. Perhaps, Morpheus cares about you more than you’re even aware of.

"How bad is it?" you ask warily.

"How bad?!" Matthew screeches. "The House of Mysteries is so flooded, Abel is fishing."

It sounds like 'bad' is nothing more than an elegant euphemism. In his heartache, Morpheus is willing to let Dreaming decay and fall into partial ruin. If your accusation had been correct and Dream of the Endless truly is unable to care about anyone but himself, such a disaster would never have happened. A selfish ruler wouldn’t let his realm turn to rubble because of a broken heart. And if you’re more important than what he calls home, then…

"I'm assuming that's not a usual feature,” you give the raven a half-hearted response. The thoughts inside your head are in a painful turmoil, trying to lift the truth out of the indications.

"Yeah," he answers sarcastically.

Matthew glares at you in anticipation. Perplexed, you rub your arm without thinking much about it. Right, it's the mature and responsible thing to do but at the same time, why do you have to be the one to cave in every time you two fall out? If Morpheus cares for you as much as his dramatic show of pain and grief would suggest, shouldn’t it be him travelling across world and realms to reach you?

The raven cocks his head. Something about the look in his eyes changes as though his frustration has faded away or grown into desperation if not powerlessness. He’s tired and out of options.

"Alright, let's go," you say with a sigh. "But no promises. I still have pride and self-respect and he's still a stubborn..." you take a deep breath, "nevermind. Let's just go."

Miserable.

That's the only word that comes to your mind as you stare at him from afar. One would think that an entity of his sort can not be or look miserable but maybe this world is even stranger than you've thought. His clothes are drenched to the point of being see-through. Dark, once-tussled hair is now stuck to his face and neck. Dream's body looks even more stringy as his head is hanging low between his shoulders.

The rain is almost deafening. Your cautious, hesitant footsteps shouldn't be audible and yet Morpheus turns around to look at you when you come closer.

"I didn't think you'd come back," he says in a low, groggy voice. Dream's eyes, once blue and cold, are now red and unsettlingly vacant. Has he been crying? "What do you want?"

You take a deep breath. It was vain to expect him to welcome you with open arms. An eldritch being with a bruised ego and a broken heart could never make for a hospitable host. Even to those whom he misses the most.

"I still stand by what I said, it's just..." you hang your voice for a moment to find the proper words. Seeing him so broken by your fight makes some part of you want to renounce everything that lead to your argument. Anything just for him to be alright again. But the more reasonable side of you knows that such an action would only hurt both of you in the long run. "I admit, I could have said it in a more civilized way. I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that harshness."

His gaze falls and Morpheus looks away for a moment.

Whether he's doing it consciously or not, the rainstorm ceases. Black clouds slowly drift away to uncover a clear, blue sky. Somewhere in the West, if there are cardinal directions in Dreaming, the sun is beginning to set. Despite the significant improvement, the air remains cold. A harsh wind nips at your drenched form. In a vain attempt to shield yourself from the discomfort of the weather, you put your arms around your torso. Still, your body trembles.

"Perhaps I should have put more effort into understanding your concern. I'm..." he turns silent for a second. His lips are apart but no sound is coming out of his mouth. Dream's hurt gaze meets yours. "Sorry," he whispers finally. Despite his voice being hardly audible, the weight of his confession is almost deafening.

"There's one more thing, Morpheus."

Those sad blue eyes stare at you in anticipation. The misery on his face makes you think that he's expecting to have his heart broken again, instead of mended.

A couple of grey clouds reappear above your heads. Oh no.

"I'm tired of always being the one to reach out," you confess. His gaze is too intense and you quickly look away from him. There's much on his mind. "No matter who's right or wrong, it's me who bridges the gap between us. Even if that angers me, I still do it. Every time. And I don't know what that says about me."

Your body trembles again but this time it doesn't go unnoticed by Morpheus. He, quite literally, pulls a coat out of thin air. Dream's movements are almost fearful as he cautiously places the garment around your shoulders.

"Perhaps in certain aspects, you are better than me," he answers quietly while fixing the coat to fit you better.

You know you're pushing your luck when you look at him again and ask a not-so-innocent question:

"You mean a 'better person'?"

"I'm not-" He bites his tongue just in time. Morpheus is not a person. Both of you are perfectly aware of it. But it was the mention of this very fact that had brought such disastrous rain to Dreaming. "Yes. A better person."

There's not much conviction in his words but there is, however, a silent promise to find it.

______

Now that I’m in mourning, I thought it fitting to finish reading "Brief Lives" and the bittersweetness of it felt all the more pronounced. Reading it prompted me to rewatch the show and long story short I’m kind of back in my Sandman feels.

[vantachat]

Recently I saw a beautiful post about how Dream would look like in the Ukrainian interpretation. In the post, it was said that he should be dressed in a black vyshyvanka and a coat with stars and also !!black leather boots!! But i lost it and can't find it anymore😔

So, here's my version of this idea, a little bit wintry and and dark but..

[thepaintedlady00]

Still doing amazing writing love! I adore the idea Morpheus protecting the reader as a massive fluffy cat, like not just main coon sized but like a HORSE SIZED main coon looking cat and the reader just using him as a giant comfy couch afterwards cause who in their right mind wouldn’t take that opportunity with a cat that big.

YESSS!!! I love Lord Meowpheus and GIANT LORD MEOWPHEUS is just absolutely amazing!

You'd seen many things in your years dating Dream of the Endless. You'd been transported by magic sand, spoken to his talking raven Matthew, seen gargoyles and unicorns and all manner of mythical creatures, you'd seen nightmares of every size and shape and you were quite confident that nothing could surprise you at this point. But as you stared down the alley at the giant - GIANT - Maine Coon that now stood between you and the group of men that had spooked you, that was beginning to seem less likely.

The large cat hissed at the group before taking a step forward, effectively sending the lot of them scurrying off shouting and screaming in terror. It turned back to you, midnight fur shining in the moonlight and its two eyes glowed as it focused on you. With another step, the creature shrank until its form shifted into that of your beloved immortal.

His coat billowed in the chilled breeze as he made his way to your side to cup your cheeks and look over you with a worried gaze. "Are you harmed?"

"That was a big cat," you mumbled, still somewhat shocked.

Dream sighed, pressing a kiss to your head. "No more late-night walks for you, my dear."

You pulled back and looked at him with furrowed brows. "YOU were a big cat."

"I have many forms," he answered. "You know this."

"Yeah well, giant cat was definitely NOT on the list you gave me!" You insisted. "Think of all the missed opprotunities!"

"Such as?"

"Cat couch," you stated with a smile. "I'd get to lounge on your giant cat body and be consumed by that silky hair!"

He chuckled. "I'm quite certain we can arrange this..."

"Cat couch," you whispered.

"Cat couch, yes."

That night Fiddlers Green was filled with soft purrs and gentle snores as Dream of the Endless slept in his large cat form and you slept on top of him, cocooned in the black fur you'd never slept better.

[l-wandering-etranger]

I've came to the conclusion that I have a thing for pathetic, sad wet cat like men.

[rosalinrabbit]

Wildflower, Wildfire

Over-Pollination part 2 / Blue Banisters Track List

Pairing: Morpheus x Nymph!Fem!Reader 

Warnings: Slight hurt w/ comfort, fluff and feelings, relationship doubts, pre-existing relationship, soul mates?, Morpheus likes to tease reader, smut, sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), praise kink, possessive sex, slight dom!Morpheus x sub!Reader, cum obsession, begging, breeding kink? Porn w some plot. 

Summary: Since Desire’s interference in your relationship with Morpheus, things have been going very well for the two of you. Yet you can’t deny the aching worry in your heart that you’d end up like his other lovers. When you begin to question your place in Dream’s realm, it appears that Desire is trying to interfere once more.

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Continuation of Over-Pollination :> Also author makes up some bullshit about how the Dreaming works lol enjoy. Will cross-post to Ao3 later today.

SMUT 18+ / Minors DNI / You are in charge of your own media consumption. Please read responsibly.

Do not translate or re-upload any of my work. Works are only cross-posted on AO3.

< I’ll be like a wildflower

I live on sheer willpower

I’ll do my best never to turn into something

That burns, burns, burns… >

-Lana Del Rey, Wildflower, Wildfire

Entering through the back doors of the palace, you sighed, stretching your arms over your head. Your dress was unwrinkled and your feet, while bare, showed no signs of where you’d been, such was the magic of the Dreaming. You had spent most of the day in the gardens among the flowers, and while you greatly enjoyed the work, you always felt sleepy by the end of the day. Morpheus may not need to sleep, but you were not originally from the realm. Though not human, your body still required some sort of rest to maintain function. However, you never liked going to sleep without seeing your partner.

As Morpheus would likely be busy for a while longer, you made your way to the library, bare feet padding through the castle quietly until you arrived at the familiar door. You often came by at least once a day, picking up or dropping off books and chatting with Lucienne.

“Lucienne?” You called, voice traveling through the long halls with books from floor to ceiling. 

“Up here!” You heard her faint voice from above, and ascended the stairs to find her. When you finally found her, she was pulling books off a particular shelf into a stack on the floor, likely going through a certain topic and re-arranging.

“Do you need any help?” 

“No, no, my Lady, I’m quite alright. There is, in fact, a method to all of this.”

“I can well believe that,” you smiled. “And stop calling me ‘my lady!’ You know that is a title I do not possess.”

“Perhaps one day,” she smirked. “I know you are still worried that he is not sincere, but I promise you, it is different this time.”

“I hope you’re right. I just couldn’t bear for him to one day regret it, yet live amongst those in his realm that call me their lady. There have been others before me, there may be more after.”

As much as you loved Morpheus, and as much as he seemed to love you now, fear remained in your heart that you would be like the others. Even Queen Titania, who ruled over the fae and the nymphs, was rumored to have had a brief and tumultuous affair with the King of the Dreaming. And yet, people had begun to call you “my lady,” and as it went on, you started gently correcting them, not wanting to take a position that was not truly yours.

“I would never lie to you, y/n. If I say it is different, I mean it. For all of the loyalty I have to my King, I’d never see you hurt. If I had doubts, I’d tell you.”

“I know,” you assured her. “I trust you whole-heartedly, dear Lucienne.”

“I am glad you’re here, as there have been plenty of new books appearing in the non-fiction section regarding the effects of deforestation and pollution on the greater environment of the waking world. Seems like you’ve been making some progress.”

“I am just happy Morpheus lets me interfere in the dreams sometimes,” you laughed, elated that you were successful in turning attention towards mother earth. “It’s a slow process, influencing the waking world. Seeing any improvement is exciting.”

“Y/n!”  Matthew cawed from somewhere nearby, and as you and Lucienne looked up, you spotted the black raven hurling toward you. You quickly stepped to the side, and he crashed into the bookshelf next to Lucienne instead of you, causing the pile Lucienne had been making to fall. “Y/n- OW!”

“Matthew,” she scolded. “What have I told you about being careful in the library!”

“Sorry- sorry,” he spoke, shuttering slightly as he righted his wings. “It was an emergency! Morpheus wanted me to warn you that Desire has been spotted in the Dreaming. He has gone to look for them now!”

“Not again,” you sighed. While you didn’t harbor any ill-will towards the other Endless, you certainly did not appreciate being drugged without your will. You would think that would be a given, but even though Desire had successfully meddled in yours and Morpheus’s lives, you feared they wouldn’t stop while they were ahead. What’s to say they wouldn’t ruin your relationship as easily as they started it?

“Maybe you should leave the library, this is where they found you last time,” Lucienne suggested, sending you an apologetic glance.

“I’ll be in Morpheus’s solar,” you spoke, leaning down to pick up a book that had landed by your feet. “I doubt they could have gotten in there- right?”

“Unlikely?” Matthew gave what seemed to be a shrug, before flying over to you and resting on your shoulder. “I’ll come with you! If Desire causes trouble again for you, Lord Morpheus surely will never let me hear the end of it!”

“Yeah, yeah,” you rolled your eyes and gave a playful swat to the worried bird before bidding goodbye to Lucienne and heading back down the stairs of the library. The halls seemed quiet as usual, and you made it to Morpheus’s solar without trouble. Matthew left your shoulder and perched on one of the arm chairs by the fireplace as you closed the door.

Matthew would not sit still, hopping from chair to chair as you settled into a loveseat by the window, overlooking part of the gardens that you worked in nearly every day. He wasn’t in here often, usually if he did rest he went to his chambers which were connected by a short hallway between, but you wondered if he had ever spotted you working from the windows. Despite Matthew’s endless rattling on, you found your eyes growing tired, and slipping closed. You wouldn’t sleep, you told yourself, you tried to keep listening to the raven talking nearby.

You definitely had fallen asleep, and your only tell was how much the sound of the door opening startled you. Your head tilted up, and you saw a very distraught Morpheus in the doorway.

Matthew had squawked when the door slammed open as well, but was collecting himself. “My Lord! There you are! I watched over Y/n the whole time, Desire didn’t find her.”

Morpheus showed no indication of hearing what Matthew was telling him, for as soon as his dark eyes met yours, they were locked on you. 

“Matthew?” He eventually spoke, still not looking at the raven and keeping a quiet, even tone.

“Yes, sir?”

“Thank you. Now get out.” He ordered quietly, and Matthew immediately followed his command, probably just thankful not to have angered him.

“Is everything okay?” You asked, now that it was just the two of you. Morpheus calmly closed the door behind him, and you watched that calmness break as he strode over to you quickly, leaning down and kissing you hard.

You gasped at his sudden change in demeanor, and at the fervor with which he was kissing you. “Ah, Morpheus-”

He leaned his forehead against yours, eyes closing for a moment. “They really didn’t get to you?”

“No-no I feel fine,” and you gasped once again when the King of the Dreaming pulled you into his lap as he sat down. His arms wrapped around you tightly and as you shifted to put your head on his shoulder, you felt his arousal against the underside of your thigh. You froze, unsure if what had affected you the last time Desire came to visit had been given to your King.

“Did they-”

“They didn’t drug me,” he spoke softly, anticipating the question. He seemed very sure of this by the way he was looking at you, but you had to ask again.

“Are you sure? You’re- you seem worked up,” your voice trailed into a whisper as he set his hands on your hips and started grinding your ass against his hard length.

“I’m sure, but I need to be inside of you, my dear,” he murmured against your lips. He was riding up the skirt of your dress, eventually finding your underwear and ripping them clean off of you. He could have gotten rid of it with ease, but Morpheus always tended to enjoy ripping the clothes off of you more. It sent flutters through your stomach and heat directly to your core. 

“Get up for a moment, love.” You obeyed immediately. 

He pulled his hard cock from the confines of his pants, opting to leave his clothes, as well as your dress, on. Morpheus sat back down on the loveseat and leaned back slightly before reaching for your hips again, pulling you gently to straddle his lap. You were already wet from the way he had grinded you against him, so as he aligned himself with your entrance, he was able to slide in with ease, pulling you down so he could sink into you further. You let out a whimper as you were stretched open on his cock, filling you completely. It was still overwhelming, your eyes rolled back, no matter how many times he’d been inside of you it overwhelmed you. You were convinced it was just Morpheus himself, because truly, nothing else felt like him. Nothing else compared to how much the King of Dreams showed you he wanted you and showed you that you were, in fact, his.

As you tried to move your hips a little, his hands harshly gripped your hips, lifting you up before pulling you back down onto him.

“Ah!” you gasped, your legs struggling to match the pace he was setting you at. Riding him was something you rarely did unless the sex was on the gentler side, which was once again unusual for the two of you. But when you did ride him, he was still in charge of you, and you loved to have him remind you of that.

His hands roamed across your still-clothed body, ghosting over your breasts and squeezing your waist, until his hand was cupping your jaw, making you look him in the eyes. 

“Look at me, little one,” he spoke softly and evenly, as if he wasn’t currently all the way inside if you.

“Please, please touch me,” you begged, longing to feel his hands on your bare skin. The teasing was overwhelming, and you wanted nothing more than his touch. Even though he could have removed both of your clothing in a mere instant, he had left it all on.

“Tell me who you belong to,” he ordered. When you only whimpered in response, he pulled you flush to him, slowly grinding you on his cock and hitting spots deep inside of you. “Tell me who you belong to,” he said once again with a sharper tone.

“You! ‘M yours!” You stuttered as he was at just the right angle inside of you. He seemed satisfied with your answer as he brought up a hand behind your head and grabbed your hair, gently pulling your head back and exposing your neck fully to him. 

“That’s right, you’re mine. No one else can have you,” he growled and sucked marks into your neck. You clawed desperately at his shoulders, the pleasure in your core rising with every movement from him. 

“Take me,” you panted, desperate to have Morpheus fuck you the way only he could. “Please!”

“Cum for me first. I wanna see you come apart, my love,” he murmured into your ear, voice as sweet and dark as sin. He moved one hand to your waist, and the other pulled up your skirts to rub tight circles over your clit. You moved your hips against him, arms around his neck as you began riding him once more. “Good girl, keep going, fuck, I can feel how you’re tightening around my cock. No one else makes you this desperate, do they?”

“N-no, never, just you,” you whimpered, growing closer with each passing moment. His voice and his words kept pushing you nearer to the edge, you felt yourself getting warmer and your legs were shaking.

“Cum, cum for me,” he whispered in your ear, and it broke you. You felt the pressure in your core tighten and burst, sending waves of pleasure through your whole body, cunt spasming around his cock as you cried his name. Your legs became useless nearly the instant your orgasm hit, but Morpheus continued to thrust up into you, letting you ride it out and extending the pleasure further until you collapsed against his chest. “That’s it, good girl,” he praised, running a hand through your hair for a moment before fulfilling his promise to you.

He pulled you off of his cock and had you hips up and face-down into the couch cushion in seconds, causing you to cry out loudly at the overstimulation when he swiftly re-entered you in a single thrust. Your inner walls were sensitive, and as he began fucking into you at a brutal pace, you could barely form a single coherent thought. It was at least twenty full seconds until you realized that the room had gotten colder because Morpheus removed both of your clothing. You could do nothing but take what he was giving you, and as he continued to hit the spot inside of you that made you see stars, you felt yourself getting closer again.

His hands gripped your hips so deeply you knew there’d be marks to admire later, and as you glanced over your shoulder, you could see the intensity in his eyes. His lips curled when your eyes caught on his, and he leaned over you to grab you by your neck and pull you up so you were kneeling with your back flush against his chest, changing the angle. Your head was on his shoulder, and your cries mixed with the lewd sound of skin against skin.

“Who’s making you feel so good, hmm?”

“Y-you!”

“Say my name, little one.”

“Mor-Morpheus!” you cried as his hand found your clit once more, pushing you closer and closer.

“Yes, that’s right,” he groaned, movements becoming more erratic as he neared his end, too. “I’ve marked you all up, but I still have to claim your insides, my love. Have to fill you so much it starts dripping out of you- that’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“Oh, fuck,” you mewled, he knew those words would send you over the edge. The knowledge he was going to cum inside of you just to re-claim you as his had the cord inside of you snapping and your orgasm hit you like a wave, each of Morpheus’s thrusts sending you further into a state of bliss as you cried out, unable to even hold yourself up as you felt his cock twitch from the way your walls were squeezing him. “Cum in me, please, breed me, Morpheus,” you babbled out as your orgasm continued to wash over you.

“Good girl, asking so nicely for it, that’s my girl,” he moaned as his movements slowed. He was fully holding you against him as he reached his peak with a deep groan, pressing as far into you as he could and his cock releasing so much that you could feel it hitting deep inside of you and beginning to drip down his cock and out of your soaking entrance. He kissed your neck as you both came down from your highs.

You shuttered at the feeling of him dripping from you, and he carefully slipped out of you before gently setting you on your side on the couch. Your body was still twitching with aftershocks as he moved to push the cum that was leaking out of you back inside with his fingers, causing you to sigh with contentment.

“After all this time, you’re still obsessed with my cum, hm?” Morpheus hummed in amusement.

You giggled despite your exhausted state, swatting his hand away from your entrance. “Can’t help it. I know it isn’t gonna get me pregnant, it’s just the whole nymph and fertility thing…”

He smiled tenderly at you, placing a soft kiss to your lips before shifting to lay behind you, arms wrapping around your naked form on the plush couch. “I know. Besides, it drives me crazy hearing you beg.”

You hummed in response, his chest pressing against your back making you feel drowsy and safe.

“Are you really okay? What did Desire want, anyway?”

“I’m perfectly alright, it’s just that they are always looking to stir up trouble. I can’t believe Desire thinks they could come anywhere near you after last time. I was worried what I would do to them if they got to you again. But I did hear something interesting…” He pulled you even closer, speaking in that suave voice of his directly into your ear. “It seems that someone doesn’t want to be the Lady of the Dreaming.” His voice was low, and while he didn’t seem angry, you could not tell what he was feeling. “What do you have to say to that, little one?”

“I-” You began to speak, but you felt yourself blushing furiously when the words got stuck in your throat. “I- I didn’t want to take the title just because we’re together,” You confessed. “I know you’ve had other lovers in the past and those relationships didn’t turn out well, I don’t want to take a title that is not rightfully mine… It feels wrong to establish myself so firmly in this realm when we have only been together a short time.”

You craned your head to the side to look at him, and his eyes twinkled slightly in amusement, which confused you, as you were on the brink of tears. He lovingly brought a hand to cradle your cheek as he spoke to you.

“Little one, this is not the first time you’ve told me of your doubts, but I am surprised at this. You don’t know, do you?”

“Know what?”

“If people living beyond this castle have been calling you “my lady,” that is because it is your rightful title. Your rightful place. Destiny made certain of that, long ago.”

“But what does that mean?”

“It means that this realm and its inhabitants are not capable of recognizing someone as their Lady unless it was truly meant to be. While I had always hated Destiny’s interference in my realm, I see now that he has given me the greatest gift.” You were in disbelief, and you rolled over to face him on your side, looking for any signs of him joking. But Morpheus would never make a joke like this… No, he must be completely serious.

“What if- what if one day you no longer want me?”

“That day will never come, darling. Trust me, I’ve lived long enough to know. Even if I did not feel this way, Destiny is unchangeable. Even if you correct the townspeople and the visitors, they will still refer to you as the Lady of the Dreaming because it is ingrained into the fabric of this world. When you rejected it… well, that’s why Desire paid us a visit. They seemed to be worried that I wasn’t holding onto you quite tightly enough… I had to give them a very very firm reminder that you’re mine.” His hands wrapped around you tightly when he spoke, and you smiled, tucking your head into his neck. “I made a decision, quite some time before we met, that if I were ever to love again, it must be reserved for the right person. The way I felt for you, long before Desire interfered, it was indescribable. I waited so long to tell you because I was terrified knowing that if I had you, I would never be able to let you go. Desire could apparently feed off of that knowledge, off the desire I held for you, and got annoyed by it. That’s why they interfered.” 

Morpheus had never told you any of this before, and while you had never doubted his love for you, his admission pushed away all other doubts you had about the two of you. And about your place in the dreaming.

“I do feel like I belong here,” you whispered. “I just didn’t want to overstep.”

“The Dreaming is your home now, love. Will you take the position of Lady?”

You pulled your head back to look in his eyes, and a soft smile was on his lips.

“Morpheus… was that a proposal?” He shrugged.

“I suppose it was half of one.”

“Half a proposal?” you stifled a laugh.

“I would not propose to you in this state,” he chuckled. “No, not a real proposal. Though, it did kind of sound like one, didn’t it?”

“If I am the Lady of this realm, doesn’t that make me… your wife?”

His face broke into a grin at your question. “One day, yes. It doesn’t have to be now. Might as well have you get used to being called “Lady,” first,” he teased.

You smiled at him as you spoke. “Okay.”

“Yes?” you nodded in affirmation. “Would my Lady be so kind as to kiss me, then?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the way he was teasing you, but you still obliged him, leaning your head up to meet his lips in a loving kiss.

As the Lord of the Dreaming stroked your hair and held you close as you drifted off to sleep, you felt completely sure that you were where you belonged.

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getting used to the new tablet!!! some morpheus sketches with bonus cuteguy grian

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Soooooo... I couldn't resist and got myself a pair of socks with a little angry Morpheus... 💙

They're up for grabs on my RedBubble (which has much better photos to present the product ) - https://www.redbubble.com/i/socks/Chibi-D-by-Wisesnail/121129450.9HZ1B

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dream, creating the corinthian: i have created my masterpiece!

lucienne: you ruined a perfectly good nightmare is what you did. look at him he's horny

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Dragon of Dreams Part 4

Destruction didn’t abandon his realm yet. One spoiler from the Books. Don’t want to get into much from the books. Lots of Morpheus but not of Aemond

“You have called for me brother?” Morpheus asked, Destiny had his back towards his younger brother,” Yes Dream, I actually called all of us” he said turning towards Morpheus, his long black cloak covered his milky eyes, the book of destiny was clammed under his arm,” But I wanted to speak to you before our sibling arrived” he said,”It’s about your wife” Morpheus heart speed up at the mention of you,” What about her?”,”A war is coming, a bloody one but we will be discussing it in more detail with our siblings,I wanted to warn you a familiar tragedy is coming your way, not even our sister knows about this tragedy yet” he said making Morpheus stare at him, the thread began filling his body,” Is there a way to avoid it, brother?” he said, Destiny sighed,” I am sorry Little Brother but this event will play a big role in events to come” he said walking alongside Morpheus in his garden,”I..I understand Brother” he said softly.

“Isn’t it a bit early to our family dinner and where is that new wife of yours Dream? Already sick of you and rotting in hell alongside Nada?” Desire teased making their twin laugh,” I was hoping to see that Dragon of her’s” Delirium said sadly,” Maybe another time little sister” Morpheus said before sitting down beside Death and Destruction,” I have called you here as a war is being brewed and our family will be part of it” he said making everyone quite,” But we aren’t allowed to dwindle in mortal affairs?” Death said,” If the family is involved then we are,” he said simply,” Y/N?”,” I knew I liked her for a reason,” Desire said sipping from their wine,” A Dance of Dragons is standing before her, and whatever fate needs us to be done so shall it be,” he said placing a hand on his book while he spoke,” Dance of Dragon’s sound pretty,” Delirium said,” It might sound pretty but the consequence of the war won’t be sister,” Destiny said in a slight scolding tone,” What exactly should we do?” Death asked,” You will be doing your normal job but Dream and Destruction will play key parts in the war” Destiny continued,” I understand brother,” Destruction said looking at Destiny and then Dream” I will stand by my wife no matter the circumstances”, Desire chuckled,”If only Calliope nor Nada would see that side of you, the dear Orpheus might-” but before Desire could finish Morpheus slammed their head into the table,” DREAM” Death yelled trying to pry her brother’s hand over her other sibling,” Don’t you dare say his name in vain,” he said dangerously low,” Do you think of yourself as more powerful than me?”,”No” Desire said,” Than don’t you dare speak of my family like that again or I will forget our blood “ Morpheus felt Destruction's firm hand on his shoulder,” Let them go brother” Morpheus did remove his hand from their golden blonde hair and stalked off,” Brother, wait” it was Death with Destruction following close behind,” Be careful, we Endless don’t get involved in these things mostly not you. Just don’t do anything to hasty” she said squeezing his arm,” I will do anything to protect my growing family sister” he making her sigh,” I know, good luck to the both of you” she patted Destruction’s shoulder,” Well Big Brother where are we going?” he asked as Jessaym appeared a scroll tied to her leg, Morpheus scanned through the letter, it read exactly what Destiny thought, you want to prepare the Dreaming for war,” We go to Dragonstone”. 

“Princess, your Lord husband has arrived,” a knight said stepping aside so Morpheus can enter the room,” Morpheus,” you said walking towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck,” My love, I am sorry for your loss,” he said caressing your cheek gently,” This my younger brother Destruction,” he said the second you noticed the giant man behind him,” Good day love” he smiled giving you a wave,” Lucienne long time no see” he waved to her as well,” Nice to see you to my Lord” she smiled,” I have received your letter and I am here to show you my full support, the dreaming stands with you, no matter what,” he said his thumb gently stroking your cheekbone,” That’s why I am here little sister” Destruction said,” My name might be destruction but I am also the personification of creation. I have  power over the action and process of destroying as well as the act of making, inventing, or producing” he said with a proud smile,”Impressive, that be useful against the Greens” you said just as another piercing scream erupted,”It’s my mother, she is birthing my new sibling but the Maester’s don’t have much hope for the survival” you said rubbing your own belly again making Morpheus eyes soften,” I protect the two you no matter what” he said placing his hand over yours,” I am aware my love” you smiled pecking his jaw when the door opened,” Princess, Prince Daemon requested the presence of your husband” the same knight as before said, the same knight which saved you from the hands of the greens,”What’s your name Ser?”,”Erryk, Princess” he said bowing his head,”I never thanked you, putting your life and honour at risk”,” My honour would have only been at risk if I sided with the Green’s Princess, your mother is the true heir and that’s where my loyalty lies as member of the Queen’s Guard” he said making you smile slightly,” I still own you a thanks for getting me out of red keep, for that I am in your depth” you bowed your head to him,”It’s an honour Princess but how I said I just did what is right”,”My brother will be joining me” Morpheus said moving past Erryk,”Nice hair bro” Destruction said making Erryk smile shyly,”Thank you, my lord” he said walking after them,”Y/N, don’t leave the room without Lucienne at your side” Morpheus said before Erryk closed the door behind him.

“Morpheus are your men ready and who's that?” Daemon said nodding towards Destruction,” Olethros my brother” Morpheus said,” You could say I am his knight commander” he smiled,” Very well”,” Shouldn’t you be at the side of your wife?” Morpheus asked,” I am where I suppose to be Lord Morpheus, my wife’s crown has been stolen right under her, I will be giving it back to her,” he said getting into Morpheus's face,” I only take command from my wife and she is waiting for her mother’s approval until that is given I won’t be giving you my men,” he said calmly, Daemon looked at Destruction,” I will be waiting for the new Queen’s answer as well, my Prince,” he said,  Destruction was towering over Daemon, over everyone in the room currently, he is also double if not triple the size muscle wise of some of these men. Daemon huffed but went back to talking stragedy to the others. 

“Princess, your mother is calling for you,” a maid said making you nod,” Lucienne, there is no need to follow me. I will just be visiting my mother,” you said as the Librarian began following you,” Lord Morpheus made orders your majesty” you sighed,” You won’t take no for an answer right?” she shook her head.

“As you know your Grandsire has passed and my crown was stolen from under me. Don’t do anything hasty, my sweet children, everything you will do now will be a reflection on me. This mostly counts for ..ahh” she cut herself off cradling her belly, she was paler than usual, and her normal straight silver hair was now frizzy and sticking to her skin,” Mother” you said worriedly,” I will be fine, what I was about to say, Jace, this mostly counts for you, you're my heir” she said clutching the wall beside her, Jace nodded with a worried look on his face,” Yes mother” he whispered before you were guided outside. Luc reached for your hand,��� Mom will be alright won’t she?” he looked up at you,” Of course, my sweet, don’t worry that cute head of yours” he smiled and you pressed a kiss onto his hairline.

A couple hours later your mother bore a deformed child, just like her mother did. You watched as the flames spread over your sister's small, wrapped body,” Are you okay, my love?” Morpheus asked his hand was on your belly, he sighed in relief when he felt the baby move inside of you, “ I hate the Greens, Morpheus and I want them to suffer” you said looking at Morpheus with sad eyes,” I promised you to fulfil all your dreams and desires, my dream” he said.

Erryk somehow managed to get his hands on Visery’s crown, and with that Daemon crowned your mother as Queen. “There was never a Stark who forgot his oath, and with House Stark, the north will follow,” a councilman said,” Any news from drift mark?”,”Lord Coryls sails for Dragonstone” Rhaenys said simply,” To declare for his Queen?”,” The Velayron fleet is my husband's yoke, he decides where they sail” she replied to Daemon,” What about enemies?” you asked rubbing your stomach,” We have no friend’s amongst the Lannister’s” Daemon answered,” Tyland has severed the hand for too long to turn against him?”,” What if we offered a marriage packet?”,” What do you mean my child?”,”Lord Tyland's older brother, Jason was wedded and they will have children sooner or later, if I promise my firstborn to his, it could be reason enough to side with us. Jason Lannister wanted to be wedded to your mother. It’s a fair deal, they will be able to join their lion’s blood with our dragon’s” you said, feeling Morpheus tense behind you,” Are you really willing-”,”We are war mother, we need the support and it’s always worth the try, they can't harm me if I come as a messenger” you reasoned,” And if we managed to the Lannister we’re able to get allies at the Golden tooth” Daemon argued for your case as Rhaenyra seemed to hesitate. “Forgive to be blunt, but you all have a power which wasn’t seen in the times Old Valeyria. Dragons.” a councilman said making you sigh,” The Greens have Dragons,” Rhaenyra said,” They have 3 adults by count. We have Syrax, Caraxes and Meleys. Your children have Vermax, Arrax and Tyraxes and of course Lilith, a dragon believed to be extinct and even be fathered by non-other than Aegon the Conquerers Dragon Balerion. Baela has Moondancer” Daemon continued,” Daemon, non of our Dragons have been to war” Rhaenyra tried to reason,” There also a couple unclaimed dragons, Seasmoke still lives in Driftmark, Vermithor and Silverwing on the Dragonmont, still riderless” you looked at Rhaena, since Aemond stole Vaghar from her she didn’t bother claiming a different dragon, but you knew she longs for one,” Then there all the wild dragons will all nest here”,” And who will ride them?”,”Our best fighter, See Erryk could easily ride one alongside Morpheus's brother” you said looking at Destruction go gave a big wave and Erryk who seemed surprised he was even brought up,” Dragonstone has 13 to their 3 and I still have a couple of eggs incubating”,” And don't forget the 3 eggs Morpheus gifted y/n as a wedding gift”,” Your grace a ship has been sighed offshore, a lone galleon, flying a banner of a three-headed green dragon” Erryk said suddenly.

“Are you out of your mind offering our child as a bargaining tool?” Morpheus said calmly as the meeting ended and you entered your chambers,” They will be married off sooner or later Morpheus, we need the Lannister support when we want the Golden tooth to follow” you said sitting down with the help of Lucienne,” There must be a different way”,” There isn’t one, Tyland was helping Otto Hightower for too long to switch sides, we need something bigger to turn them against the Greens, and with the blood a dragon we might be able to” you argued,” I prefer the Dragon ideas” he said making you sigh,” Of course you do, get the 3 eggs from the Dreaming to Dragonstone-”,” I have more control over them in the dreaming, I can hatch them there and age them up before they set foot on Dragonstone” he said kneeling down in front of you,” That would be perfect, I don’t want us to fight my love, I don’t use our child as a bargaining tool either but what choice do we have?” Morpheus didn't say anything, he just squeezed your hand,” I be going back to The Dreaming, Destruction and Lucienne will stay with you” he said pressing his lips against your forehead gently.

Soon after Morpheus left Lucery’s entered the room,”Luc, is everything okay?” you asked, seeing his worried expression,” We are going to war, aren’t we?” he said, you ran your hands through his locks with a soft smile,” So far nothing is set in stone, we need confirmation on our allies first before we even thinking about starting a war, also Mother’s doesn't rule over a kingdom of ash and bone, we need a good reason to start a war” you said making your younger brother nod, he placed his head on your shoulder taking in a deep breath, “Don’t worry Luc, I won’t let anything bad happen to you. I promise” you said squeezing his hand.”There you are Luc” Jace said,” The council will continue” he informed making you nod,” Come on big boy” you patted his knee and followed Jace out of the room.

“With these letters, you will be going as messengers, not warriors,” Rhaenyra said handing your brothers letters. You looked at Luc who didn’t let go of Rhaenyra's hand when he was handed the scroll, clear nervousness evident on his young face. “Luc, if you want I can join you in Stormsend” you offered as they were preparing their dragons,”I see who the favourite is now” Jace joked,” You are older, you be fine and I don’t think you want to be joined by your pregnant younger sister” you joked,” I would love you to join you, but I don’t want my nephew to freeze in there” he joked, gliding his index finger over your belly,” Nephew, huh?”,” Well dear sister, you are the only girl born to Mother, well alive,” he said sadly making you smile drop slightly,” I believe it’s a girl,” Luc said trying to lift the mood,” Well we see who wins than, the winner get to choose the egg for them” Jace smiled,” Deal,” Luc said smiling,” So, want me to join?” Luc was quiet for a while,” I don’t want you to get sick” he said sweetly,” Be careful then, both of you” you squeezed your brother's hands tightly as they mouthed their dragons. You felt a nudge at your side and saw Lilith looking at you,” No flying for us, sweet girl” you said rubbing her neck as she gives a small growl,” Otto Hightower, gave the option to marry you off to Aemond” Rhaenyra voice said from behind you,” I refused” she added,” I refused Aemond already, he doesn’t seem to understand that I am happy with Morpheus” you sighed tugging at the necklace Aemond gave you gently,” You both reminded me of Daemon and me before but now I see you are completely different. You found your heart in Lord Morpheus, who didn’t even think twice about pulling his Kingdom into War for you” you smiled softly,” Meanwhile Aemond still holds a grudge against our family, I understand him being upset about losing an eye but he gained a dragon for it, shouldn’t that be enough” you sighed wincing slightly as you felt a pain in your stomach,” It’s more to appease his mother” she said removing a stray hair from your face,” Let’s go inside my sweet”.     

“Y/N, how are you doing?” Lord Coryls said walking towards you slowly with Rhaenys behind him,” Doing okay, for the circumstances” you said with a tight-lipped smile,” Rhaenys told me about Aemond's proposal towards you” he said while moving a piece of stray hair from your face,” He was worried that the Greens while taking out any obstacles to Aegon’s claim”,” He is right and you still choose to put you and your child’s life in danger” Rhaenys said,” My Lord husband will protect me, I know he will and my family is here right at time moment, I won’t betray them” you smiled at your grandparents,” Your father would be proud” he said,” I wonder at times if I was born first instead of Jace would the outcome be different?” you said,” No like I told your mother ages ago, they would rather set fire to Iron Throne than see a woman sitting on top of it” Rhaenys said simply,” Well it’s time to change that then” you shrugged holding your head up high,” You got the Velaryion pride truly” Coryls smiled.

Your eyes opened and a gasp left your mouth,” My Queen, is everything okay?” Lucienne asked concerned,” I just had a dream, about my brother Luc... Aemond killed him, Vaghar bit Arrax in half,” you said, your heart beating rapidly,” Why did Morpheus show me this?” you asked wiping a stray tear from your face,” Lord Morpheus wouldn’t show you something so grotesque” Lucienne tried to reason,” Maybe it’s the babe inside of you,” Destruction said,” You are carrying a child of the dreaming inside of you,” he said,” Dragon Dreamers” you whispered,” But why can I see those dreams?”,”Maybe the babe wants to tell you something” Destruction said which made you jump out of bed and run out of the room, Lucienne called after you,” Princess is everything alright?” a maid asked you,” Any word from my brothers?” you asked, she shook her head,” Where is my Mother?”,” Talking to the council Princess” she said.

“Mother” you called out gaining her attention including the attention of the others who quickly look away once they saw you were only in a nightgown,” My child is everything alright?” she asked concerned,” I had a dream, Lucery’s he got into trouble” you began to ramble,” Calm down my feet girl,” she said rubbing your cheek,” Take a walk, your brother won’t be harmed, he’s going as a messenger, not a warrior,” she said comforting you,” Ser Erryk, companion my daughter. The long-haired knight nodded and appeared at your side.

You changed your outfit back to the black dress with silver accents you wore before,” Thank you for walking with me Ser Erryk” you smiled as the two of you walked the beach,” It’s my pleasure Princess” he smiled,” Do you believe we stand a chance against the greens?”,” I do, loyalty is important. 1 is stronger than 5, one army a real army united behind one purpose” he said,” Say more”,” The Greens purpose is to make sure no woman sets foot on the iron throne, which seems like one purpose but once you look closer the one purpose multiples. Aegon is only king because his Queen mother probably sweet-talked him into it, he doesn’t care if a woman sits on the throne but does care for his family's validation. We want the rightful heir on the throne, that’s it” he said. The two of you continued to walk until you saw something in the distance, it was glittering in the sunlight, it was white of medium size, and your heart began to beat faster the second you made eye contact with it,” Princess, stay close” Erryk said as he pulled out his sword. “Please, no” you whispered as you came closer and saw what it was Arrax, the small dragon was mutilated,” Where is Lucery’s” you said looking around,” Look for Lucery’s” you ordered,” Princess, the corpse is wet, there is a large chance of the body of the young Prince..” he stopped mid-sentence when the sound of wings flapping cut through the air,” Y/N?” Aemond called, his voice was shaky,” What did you do to my brother?” you said slowly turning around facing the one-eyed prince, tears began pooling in your eyes,” Did he pay his depth to you Uncle?”, Aemond looked at you regret painted on his face,” He was just a boy and you KILLED HIM IN COLD BLOOD” you said not being able to hold the anger in, Aemond landed with Vagahr,” I just wanted to scare him, I didn’t mean-”,” YOU’RE RIDING A WAR DRAGON, WHAT DID YOU EXPECT TO HAPPEN” you yelled you felt Erryk’s hand on your shoulder,” Princess-” he began but you ignored him,” You pride yourself of being smart but here you are not knowing that a war dragon will kill someone who is rider is chasing” you felt a sharp being in your stomach which made you wince but you ignored it. Aemond noticed, his eyes softening,”Y/N-” he said softly reaching out for you but you slapped his hand away,’Ȳdra daor gūrogon naejot nyke, henujagon sir, nyke dōrī jaelagon naejot ūndegon ao arlī.  Kesīr emagon bisa arlī, nyke ȳdra daor mirros related naejot iā kinslayer.  Geros ilas uncle (Don't talk to me, leave now, I never want to see you again. Here have this back, I don't anything related to a kinslayer. Goodbye Uncle)” you ripped the necklace he gifted to from your neck and threw it at his feet,”Skoros kostagon gaoman naejot mazverdagon ao shijetra nyke? (What can I do to make you forgive me?)”,”Die” you said simply making Aemond swallow,” You can never be forgiven Uncle, you have my sweet brother’s blood on your hands. I will never be able to see you the same again” you said turning away when suddenly another sharp pain cut through this time bringing you to your knees,” Princess” Erryk called out,” Y/N-”,” Aemond leave now before I have Erryk bring me your other eyes” you spat.

“Bring the Maester’s” Erryk said to a maid as the two of you walked back into the Castle,” I want my mother” you said tears flowing down your cheeks,” I will call for her” Erryk said handing you over to the Maester who appeared.

Rhaenyra composed herself after hearing the news of Lucerys death from Daemon when Erryk walked in,”My Queen, Princess Y/N is having her babe”,”It’s to soon for that” she said,” Yes but she came across…. She across the corpse of Prince Lucerys dragon my Queen” he said making Rhaenyra wince,” The Greens will pay for this, join the Princess” Daemon said patting her hair.

“Lucienne send a raven to Morpheus” you said as maids pulled you on the bed. Lucienne nodded, you groan as you felt a ripping situation,” This isn’t natural, the Princess is far from giving birth” a Maester whispered to another,” Yeah no shit, just get it out of me already” you shouted at the Maester’s who gave you an apologetic bow,” Where is my daughter?” Rhaenyra asked busting through the door,” Mother” you gasp making Rhaenyra rush to your side,” It hurts so bad” you whimpered,” I know my sweet” she said caressing your face,” Aemond killed Lucerys-“,” He will pay for that, just focus on you right now” Rhaenyra cut you off, he voice was shaky,” Was a raven send out to your husband?” she asked looking at Lucienne,” Yes, your majesty. Knowing my Lord he will be here as quick as possible” she smiled.

Morpheus was able to hatch one egg, the small dragon was twirling around his finger,” You still need to grow” he said placing the dragon on the ground when Jessaym came flying in,” What do you have my friend” he said removing the scroll from her leg, the babe is coming was all it said Morpheus breath caught in his throat, Jesseym landed on his shoulder meanwhile staring at the dragon who screeched at her,” We need to go” he said holding out his hand for the dragon to jump on.

“Princess, please sit back down,” a maid said as you were pacing around the room like your mother did before,” Why? It’s not moving,” you said, clutching the wall.” My love, please lay back down. The babe will come-“,” How do you know? It won’t be developed enough to survive” you cried making your mother send you a sad look, suddenly the door bust open revealing Morpheus,” My dream” he gasps walking towards you,” What are you doing on your feet?” he said cupping your chin,” Lay back down he said grabbing you by the waist and moving you to bed” when you suddenly felt more pressure in your lower region,” Ahh, what’s happening?” you said grabbing Morpheus hand, Rhaenyra looked at Maester who lifted your nightgown to check you out,” I see the head?” the Maester’s said surprised,” How is that possible? She wasn’t even close a few minutes ago?” Rhaenyra asked, the Maester’s shrugged. You looked at Morpheus looked concerned, soon the crying of a newborn filled the room,” a healthy girl Princess” you smiled,” But how’s that possible? She wasn’t close to being developed” a maid said,” The gods must have given you a gift for all the grief lately” a different maid said. You looked at Morpheus who was staring at the baby who was in your arms currently. Was his brother wrong? His child survived, she was healthy.” Morpheus she is fine, our little Aemma” you said taking his hand, snapping him out of his daze,” Yeah, she is. I couldn’t be happier my dream” he kissed the top of your head,” Mother” you look at Rhaenyra who had tears streaking down her cheek,” How wonderful, a real miracle ” she whispered touching her grandchild hand gently, a small screech made everyone eyes tear from the newborn Prince towards the father of the child, Morpheus looked at his daughter and quickly reached inside his gown pulling out a small greyish-brown dragon,” One of the eggs hatched, good timing” he smiled, the small dragon jumped from his hand and waddled towards the sleeping Princess,” A true Targaryen” your mother smiled as the dragon curled up next to Aemma,,” Rest my child” your mother said as Morpheus took Aemma from you.

As soon as everyone left Morpheus opened his mouth,” My brother said death will coming our way, something which has a big part in the war coming. I thought it be our child, my dream I already lost a child once and I don’t know if I could bare losing one again” Morpheus began,” I will protect you and our daughter, I will do anything-”,” Aemond killed Lucery’s, I don’t know what I want from him but I want him to feel the pain Morpheus” your husband looked at you for a while before nodding,” You are speaking to King our Nightmares my love, I could do anything you want to him” he said softly, a small smile playing on his lips,” Wait for a while and then give him the worst you could think off” you said gently caressing Morpheus cheek,” You feel no love for him?”,” The love I had for him died when he killed my brother”.

Daemon meanwhile took the revenger for Lucery’s into his own hands, two men only known as blood and cheese were handed coins to kill one of Aegon’s children, as Aemond doesn’t have any of his own. You overheard the plan and hoped onto Lilith after sending a raven to Heleana, you asked her for a meeting between the two of you. “Helaena, how are you?” you asked hugging her after getting off Lilith, you met at a remote area,” You lost the bump.. you didn't?” she asked concerned,” My child was born healthy and now is bearing the same of my grandmother but that’s not why I am here,” you said,” Join us Helaena, the greens will only bring you pain, take your children to Dragonstone,” you said,” I can’t, even if I want to, I'm married to the King, Aegon won’t hesitate to kill me if I switched sides and I don’t want my children to be left alone in his care,” Helaena said making you sigh,” Did you know Aemond killed my brother? Aemond killed Lucery’s with Vaghar so far only the body of Arrax is found, who was torn into pieces,” you said hoping that will make her switch sides,” Daemon wants blood, a son for a son and since Aemond doesn’t have one.... he will take one of yours,” you said making Helaena shake her head,”They have nothing to do with this”,”I know but you know Daemon, he already thinks Alicent is the reason Visery’s is dead. The only way to save yourself and your children is to join us with Dreamfire” you grabbed her hand and looked into her purple eyes,”Please think about it my dear Aunt. Aemond and Aegon are dead to me but you, you always have a place at our... at my side” you said before walking towards Lilith again and flying off. You were met with Daemon once you landed at Dragonstone,” You told her” he accused,” I made a deal, her and her children's safety in exchange for coming to our side with her dragon” you said walking past him,” Her boy is dead one way or another. Blood and Cheese are already paid” Daemon said,” But your good Princess, if only you were born first, a good Queen you would have been” Daemon continued as you walked further away from him.

“You look beautiful my love” Morpheus said, marvelling at the dress you wore, it was a black dress with golden details which included embroidered dragons,” Thank you my Prince” you smiled,” Where is Aemma?”,”With Lucienne, I want to bring her into the Dreaming, she is safe there” Morpheus said making you nod,” I agree, tell Lucienne to take her back to the Dreaming immediately” Morpheus nodded but he didn’t move,”I have something else made for you” he smiled as a maid approached the two of you, it wasn’t a maid from Dragonstone but one from the Dreaming, her pointed ears was a dead give away but if you didn't look closely it could be easily missed,” My Queen” she smiled and bowed her head as she held up a wooden box with Morpheus symbol carved into it. Morpheus opened it and pulled out a dark silver crown with red rubies,” I made this for you, it was made from Valyrian steel” he said making your eyes widen,” How is that possible? Valyrian is a rarity” you said gently tracing the form of the crown,” My Dream, I have lived for aeons. I have everything someone could imagine and I am willing to give all them to you if wish” he said placing the crown on your head, the steel contrasted against the silver of your hair,” It was crafted by gods themselves. I have commissioned it since our wedding and it’s finally ready” he smiled, you looked stunning, like a true Queen,” My Queen you look stunning” the dream maid smiled,” Thank you”,” My Queen, such a fitting sound in my ears” Morpheus hummed,” I hope for aeons with you” he said gently kissing your lips,” I know we will have that, I promise you that”

[notiddygothgf]

Why does Tom look like a ghostly apparition of a Victorian gentleman who died of consumption? (In a nice way)

[artificial-sour-apple-flavoring]

Dream: I came out here to feed the birds and honestly I’m feeling so attacked right now

[undiscovered-horizon]

Returning customer - Morpheus x Witch!Reader

Continuation to [Welcome to Moon Siren Horticulture!]

SUMMARY: That strange, brooding customer is back and, just as you wished, no children or curses are involved. Your new neighbours make themselves known.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 1.4k

“Sir, unless you provide me with proper documents, I can’t sell you a Liverstone. That’s the law,” you explain slowly. There is hardly a simpler way to get your point across. Nevertheless, the man seems to miss it entirely. In turn, his lack of understanding makes you miss the bright ringing of the doorbell as someone has just walked into the store.

“Come on, lady.” Here comes another pitiful shot at haggling. “Do I look like a maniac? I’m not going to do anything stupid or illegal with it.” Interesting that he would suggest such a course of events when you haven’t even pointed to a suspicion of this kind. People often say that it is the thief who is most afraid of being robbed. Perhaps folk wisdom isn’t always wrong.

“It’s not a matter of belief, sir,” you answer sternly. Somewhere behind him, you can see a head of black, dishevelled hair but the enigmatic visitor seems to exist only when you’re directly paying attention to him. The moment you look back at the discoloured face and bloodshot eyes belonging to the cultist, the existence of the yet unknown client immediately disappears from your thoughts. “Until I receive a signed confirmation from your High Priestess, I’m lawfully prohibited from selling you this.”

The man puts his clasped, shaking hands on the counter in front of you as if he’s about to say something off-record. It’s hard to say whether the trembling is brought by nervousness or withdrawals. “Look, Lady Helena is swamped lately. She asked me to get a Liverstone, while she’s busy preparing for the festival. You know Lady Helena, she’s going to be very upset if she hears you pawned me off.” The cultist gives you a meaningful look, although all of its reasonability or seriousness is long forgotten because of the clearly deranged gloss covering his eyes. Some part of you doubts Lady Helena even knows he’s here. Does she have any idea how far gone his addiction is?

“And Lady Helena knows me.” You’re not giving up, both for his and your own’s sake. “I’m sure she’ll understand that I can’t sell it without proper documentation.”

For some reason, it is at this moment that the other customer decides to step in. In the black dishevelled hair and a heavy coat, you recognize the mysterious man that had visited your shop a while ago. He puts his hand on the red-eyed man’s shoulder. The cultist furrows his eyebrows and slowly turns around. His eyes mindlessly search the other man’s face as though it’s taking him a significant amount of time to recognize him as a human or at least a humanoid.

When the excruciatingly slow process comes to an end, the cultist opens his eyes wide. Clearly, the enigmatic man in a coat is not unfamiliar to him. Suddenly rejuvenated, the addict takes off his top hat.

“My good lord Morpheus!” he exclaims in disbelief.

‘Morpheus?’ you repeat in your head. ‘Could it be…?’

The cultist reaches for the man’s other hand, shaking it vigorously in an overly-excited show of politeness. Although Morpheus appears to be reluctant about the gesture, he doesn’t withdraw his arm.

“As I live and breath!” the man says as he continues his obnoxious pleasantries. “This is such an honour! I will be much obliged to tell my fellow professionals about it.”

“You really shouldn’t, Theodore Hearson,” Morpheus speaks patiently in a low voice. “Go home, soon you’ll feel better.”

The cultist immediately drops his vigorous hand-shaking. He ponders for a moment, staring blankly into space. “Yes… yes, I should go. Good day to you.” Then, he puts his hat back on, tips it to Morpheus and leaves the store, Liverstone long forgotten. You have befriended either an exceptional diplomat or a top-notch sorcerer, it seems.

Not wanting to seem shaken up with the miraculous persuasion, you welcome Morpheus as you would a regular client: “Welcome back. How can I help you?”

“I’m in need of your help once more. My friend is looking for a plant that might have killed someone.” As his low voice makes the marrow in your bones vibrate, he pulls out a folded note from his pocket and hands it to you.

Before you can even take in the information hastily scribbled on the torn piece of paper, you notice the striking familiarity of the style in which the letters are written - you’ve seen it countless times before. “Hey, I know this handwriting. It’s Johanna Constantine’s.”

His eyebrows raise unnoticeably. “You know her?”

“She does regular ‘pest control’ for me.”

“What interest could demons have in a plant shop?”

“It’s not really interest per se,” you explain. “The soil of more delicate plants should be fertilised with crushed soul stones and although they’re shards, demons still can reside in them. Selling a haunted flower gets the license revoked, so I’m not risking it.”

You’re about to look down on the note again, this time focused on putting together the information Johanna could give you, when a booming thud resounded above your head. Again. The sound is followed by heavy footsteps and something like a muffled growl.

“Speaking of risk…” you say under your breath. As though you could see through the walls, you look at the ceiling expectantly.

“Something’s troubling you?”

“Hard to say, really.” You look at Morpheus again. “There’s a new store opening up there, The Blind Gorgon. They sell cryptids mainly. Arcane Weekly wrote about them some time ago. People and cattle were getting strangled in some village in Russia and when the Emissaries of Ilharin went to investigate, it turned out that the owner of the store had a wild bukavac in the cellar. Before the Russian bureau of Emissaries could pin the guy as a suspect, he closed the shop and disappeared. Go figure.” You give him a dismissive shrug but a creature of his sort is far too smart to be deceived by something like that.

A heavy sigh leaves your lips. You shake your head but it’s more of a way to shake off the sudden disturbance rather than a show of your dissatisfaction with new neighbours.

“Anyway.” You look at the note properly this time. “Red flower, pine aroma, growing out of a corpse?” you read. Although the amount of information is scarce, it’s enough for you to immediately know the answer to the charades. “It’s Devil’s Nightcap. Nasty way to go. The thing is, the victim had to ingest the seed for the plant to grow and kill them but you can’t buy them. Whoever did this, owns a Devil’s Nightcap, which, no surprise, is a heavily restricted plant. A warlock, a sorcerer, an alchemist, maybe a healer,” you count all the possibilities. “Or a horticulturist, of course.” In a vague motion, you point to yourself.

Morpheus takes the note back from you. Deliberately or not, his fingers linger on yours for a strangely long period of time.  “In what currency does Johanna usually pay you?” He wastes no time getting straight to the point.

“We barter,” you answer flustered. Nervously, you rub your hands against your gardening apron. Maybe you’re reading a bit too much into his gesture? “I do favours for her pro bono and she gives me a discount for her service. Besides, it’s bad luck to take money from exorcists.”

He loiters for a moment as though he’s considering saying or doing something more. Whatever calculation he made in his head, Morpheus apparently decided against continuing the tense interaction. He’s about to turn around, leave your store, when you stop him:

“I wanted to thank you again for getting rid of the nightmares brought by Widow’s Woe. The day you came here I had my first restful sleep in years.”

Morpheus’s face lights up. A faint smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. “What did you dream of?”

“It was quite strange, actually.” You scrunch your nose remembering the vision. “I found myself in a meadow where flowers I’d never seen before grew. I think there was also a black cat.”

“That’s a nice dream,” he says in an uncharacteristic, soft voice.

 You’re not sure what it is about his sudden tenderness that makes you blush. “Yes, I think so, too.”

Morpheus leaves the store and the quietness of the plants is unbearable for the first time in decades.

[redpool]

Who was going to tell me that The Sandman is even better the second time watching?

[thepaintedlady00]

Morpheus x Elemental Queen Reader, where after he is freed from Burgess Manor & while he is on the hunt for his tools, stumbles into the Reader's realm & finds himself surrounded by her elementals. He's brought before her & he meets the elusive & powerful immortal elemental queen. They become allies & she helps him along his journey. They soon become inseparable. Sometime after Dream learns his enemies have been defeated by her & her vast armies. They get married & have an family together.

I love getting to write two badass rulers falling in love and joining their kingdoms together! 😍😍😍 Sorry for the long wait, I hope you enjoy reading it!

Dream of the Endless wasn't expecting to have much trouble in retrieving his tools. After the century he spent in isolation and silent torment all he wanted was to repair his home, to regain the lost power he'd been denied for so long. So you can imagine his surprise when instead of being taken to Hell to retrieve his helm, he and Matthew arrived in a lush forest. All around them there was life, sunlight and warmth, tall fields of grass and raging rivers, animals watching them as they made their way down the neatly paved path. "I gotta say, this isn't what I thought Hell would look like."

"This is not Hell," Dream stated, weary eyes watching as the animals turned away from them, vanishing into the forest brush. "I do not know where we are, nor how we arrived here."

"Maybe you've lost your touch a bit," the raven offered. "Not to imply you're not capable or anything it's just, uh, been a while from my understanding."

Dream looked down at the bird as he hopped through a pile of leaves, the seasons shifting the further they walked along the path. He could sense eyes following them, sense power flowing through the forest and wrapping around him. For a moment he expected that power to crush him, it certainly could given his weakened state, but it didn't. Instead it swirled around him, feeling and sensing all that he was before it was gone and the forest grew eerily still.

The loud rumbling of the trees made Dream and Matthew stop walking as the trees around them grew closer, closing the gaps between them and forming a thick barrier. The bark on the trees twisted and peeled, revealing faces each different in every way but the same in one, their eyes watched Dream and their mouths moved in slow utterings that filled the air with words, a language he did not understand. The path behind them was gone, blocked by the faced trees.

"It appears we are to meet whatever force is responsible for bringing us here." Dream continued down the path, trying to ignore Matthews questions and the sound of the trees shifting behind them, forcing them to continue forward. Their voices, the words, were not possible to ignore and he found himself searching him mind trying to place what language it was they spoke, but nothing came. Either he did not know it or it was one he'd known once but forgotten as the eons passed.

A large tree, roots as tall as the forest around them, sat tall and proud on an island. Crystal clear waterfalls fell from the edges of the island and into a deep crevasse that surrounded the tree, but Dream could see some of its roots acted as bridges, carved and ornate with statues of wood and ice and rock standing guard. The path vanished, the trees forming a straight line behind them and leaving Dream with only two choices, cross the bridge or remain here and wither.

As they crossed Matthew examined the statues, commenting on how intimidating they looked, but Dream was more focused on the tree. Leaves of every color filled its thick branches, vines of silver and gold wrapped around the trunk, glowing with the bright sunlight hit them and casting marvelous kaleidoscope shapes around them. It was beautiful, this whole world that'd he'd just stumbled upon was something he'd never seen before, not even in dreams.

As they neared the tree an ornate door grew more noticeable, two statues of dull embers and molten lava waited for them. When Dream stopped at their feet, their eyes moved, looking down at him with glowing fire. One spoke in the same language as the trees did, it's voice no more than a low growl. When he did not answer, the other spoke, this time in words he understood. "Who are you?"

"I am Dream of the Endless. King of dreams and ruler of the nightmare realms." He said, head held high as the statues looked at one another. "I seek an audience with whatever sovereign you serve, for I fear I know not how I came to be here."

Both statues growled and looked at Matthew, pointing to the small bird. "Your messenger shall go with your message. You will remain, Endless."

Matthew grumbled. "Any ideas on what I should expect?"

"No." He knelt down to the raven and sighed. "Inform whoever rules this realm of the mistake that has happened and tell them we merely seek the exit."

"Got it."

"Matthew," Dream stopped the raven, fear curling in his chest along with memories of Jessamy. "If they should try to hurt you, leave without me. You will be able to find a way to navigate out of here."

The raven scoffed. "I'm not going to abandon you, boss. Just sit tight, I'll be back before you know it."

Matthew hopped up to the guards feet and looked up at them with a nervous cough. The gate behind them opened just enough for him to fit through and then closed tightly behind him. Dream waited, the heavy feeling in his chest not once relenting until the doors opened wider and Matthew came flying down a pair of ornate stairs. The guards stepped to the side and bowed to him. "It seems you have been deemed worthy of an audience, Endless one. Speak with caution."

The raven cawed as he grew closer. "That went better than I expected."

"What manner of being rules this realm?" he asked as they began walking up the stairs.

"I'm not really sure how to describe her..." Matthew chuckled. "She was surprised by the news, but she didn't seem too upset."

"A queen then?" Dream hummed softly. "Is she a fairie?"

"Again... I'm not too sure on what's what. I've only been around for like a day, remember?"

They walked in silence after that until the stairs brought them to a large room at the top of the tree. The ceiling was merely a canopy of leaves and hanging vines holding glowing crystal chandeliers. A long white rug spread across the floor in front of them all the way across the room where a throne stood tall, the right was fire and wood with green leaves and embers floating behind it while the right was stone and ice with decaying branches and jagged crystals growing out of it. Standing before the throne, raised up on the taller steps was a woman, the queen of this land he presumed.

Two large wings of green earth and blossoming flowers spread out from her back, long hair woven between them in an elegant braid. Her skin was covered in veins of green on her hands, but as the veins moved up her arms they shifted to brown and red and blue. She turned toward him, her eyes capturing his and stealing the breath from his lungs. She turned, the jewels that hung in her hair and on her long gown twinkled and clacked together softly. Dream was frozen, rooted in place as she looked at him. She was far more beautiful than he was expecting.

"You are Dream of the Endless." Her voice echoed around him, power washing over him like a powerful gust of wind. "Brother of Destiny and Death."

"You know my siblings?" He asked, voice weaker than he'd meant it to be.

She tilted her head. "Only a few of them. I stopped allowing your kind into my domain after your wretched sibling, Desire, came and abused my hospitality." Dream silently cursed his sibling as she took a powerful step toward him, head high and eyes devouring every inch of him. "Have you come to do the same, King of Dreams?"

"No." He bowed his head reverently. "In truth, I do not know how we came to be here. My sand was meant to take us to Hell."

"Hell," she mused. "A terrible place to visit willingly."

He chuckled, the sound bringing a softness to her face. "It is, but I have unresolved business with the Morningstar."

The queen looked thoughtful for a moment. "It is odd then, that you would end up here. My realm is well hidden, even to beings such as yourself."

"It is beautiful," Dream said, looking up at the leaves and gesturing to the view from the open spaces in the branches. "I've not seen anything like it before."

"High praise, coming from one that sees all the fantasies of men."

Matthew cleared his throat from his perch. "Think you can help us find our way out of here, uh, your majesty?"

The woman held her hand out, beckoning the raven to her. When Matthew landed on her arm she smiled brightly, eyes looking over the sleek feathers of his companion with wonder. "Such a beautiful raven you make. Was the transition difficult?"

"Transition?" Matthew repeated. "I, um, I'm still kinda new to all this."

"Oh, forgive me," she said. "I can help you. So long as you leave me with something."

There is was, Dream thought. "Name your price."

"A promise." She looked up at him. "That you not tell others of what you've seen here, nor of how to find this place."

Oh... Dream nodded his head. "I promise."

She moved toward the open skyline, the branches bending to her will as she gestured out toward another path of ice and snow. "The way out is through the mountains. It is a ways to walk, but if you wish it, I shall accompany you."

"It would honor me," he said, bowing deeper to her.

True to her word, the goddess walked beside him, shouldering his raven the majority of the walk. They made conversation with one another, sharing things between two rulers. Dream thought it would have been more difficult to talk to her, but it wasn't and he found himself wanting to talk to her forever. She was beautiful and kind and he'd not met any like her in all the years of his exitance. At the end of the path she kissed his cheek and pressed a hand to his chest. "I wish you luck on your journey and offer you this warning, on the path ahead you will be faced with choices, ones that will decide your fate. When the spirit returns to his place and the tremors cease, choose the kinder path."

She sounded like The Fates, riddles and unsaid words hanging between them as he took her hand in his, keeping it pressed to his chest. "Will I see you again?"

"If you so wish it." She said with a smile. "First you must choose wisely."

Dream went about his quest, recovering his lost tools and saving his crumbling realm. When faced with Lyta Hall, the goddess' words echoed in his mind and he found himself waiting. He allowed the two to say goodbye and instead of offering Lyta a vague warning, he offered her a promise. Her child would be watched over and kept safe from any that would do him harm. After dealing with The Corinthian and setting everything right with his subjects Dream found himself thinking of the goddess more often, wondering if she would visit him or if she'd forgotten about him entirely.

As if she'd heard his thoughts he entered the library one morning to find her standing there, speaking with Lucienne as his librarian studied her wings, fresh with new flowers and moss. They greeted one another fondly, and each day that passed after that they spent with one another. He would visit her realm and she would visit his. One day upon his arrival into her realm she was not there to greet him, none of her elemental statues or trees or even animal companions met him either.

A faint smell of smoke and blood tinged the air around him, and he found himself running down the path toward her palace. Lucifer and Desire were both set on ruining him, of bringing him and all he loved to the ground. It wouldn't be difficult for anyone to find her if they'd watched him closely enough, something that he should have been more careful of. There across the guarded bridge she stood, wielding a spear of the elements she commanded, the blood of the demons that had attacked her realm covering her dress and arms. She looked at him and smiled, strong and brave and absolutely beautiful. Dream knew then that he loved her and all he could think of from that moment on was how he could make her his queen.

As it turned out, that wasn't difficult. After the first attack, the goddess let loose a wave of her power and effectively smote his enemies. Any that lived, Desire most of all, got the message loud and clear. Dream was hers now, and anyone that tried to move against him would meet her in battle and they would lose. Peace, a thing he'd not truly been able to feel in so long, finally filled The Dreaming. In that peace her realm and his became one, as they did.

Now when Dream would enter his throne room, her throne sat beside his and his wife helped him create new dreams and nightmares to gift to the world of men. And so it would be for eternity.

[bellabbb]

The Matrix (1999) - Du Hast (Music Video)

[blxck-parade]

someone PLEASE make a murderiplier/the corinthian crossover/hybrid thing i would be so happy