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paradiseinaverno · 2 years

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Reader is a human and is oblivious to Morpheus's feelings for her?!?

in your dreams

aka; gn!reader being completely oblivious to morpheus’ feelings

thank you for the ask ! as always, lowercase intended :)

headcanons, morpheus x constantine!reader, established contact, slight plot derision, heavy miscommunication (idiots in love basically), GENDER NOT SPECIFIED !

oh you silly, oblivious fool. the both of you.

in fact, morpheus should become despair, and you? denial. utter delusion.

despite having strings of passionate love affairs, morpheus is perplexed by you. the seduction has never been hard for him, only the longevity. but he can’t even reach that.

he supposes he should be somewhat grateful, as he won’t come on too headstrong. on the other hand, however, he wonders exactly how much effort he has to put in to win you over. and morpheus has never shied away from a romantic pursuit, especially not when it involves his ego (which, in fairness, it always does), but you are…something else. that’s why he likes you. you’re so different from your sibling; where she’s perceptive, you practically live in daydreams.

and that is precisely where he begins his pursuit of you. in your dreams, as you say to him. morpheus begins by making everything softer, brighter. both you and your sister are chronic nightmare sufferers, as you’ve mentioned. so, unknown to you, he keeps nightmares at bay. not this time, he chides them. not this time.

it’s the first night you get a full eight hours of uninterrupted sleep.

you suspect it has something to do with him, but you brush it off as impersonal. even despite johanna’s prodding, you think it’s probably because the sand has been returned.

“i’m telling you jo, it’s nothing.”

“well he didn’t make my nightmares suddenly vanish. next time you see him, tell him i have a bone to pick with him.”

“there won’t be a next time!”

deep down, you hope there will be.

on the other hand, it’s been at least two weeks of pleasant dreams, and morpheus’ patience is wearing thin. surely for someone of your intelligence, you’d realise it has something to do with him? fine. maybe he just has to be more obvious.

he starts by physically appearing in your dream. slowly, though. tactfully. there’s roses along the meadow you’re dreaming of tonight. maybe it’s just you, but you swear you can hear some type of slow jazz.

it takes you at least twenty minutes (if the dreaming even has a linear concept of time) to notice him. and when you do, it’s only because he has to shuffle to get a better view of you, and you’re slightly perplexed by the swath of black fabric against such a vibrant pink background.

“oh! it’s you!”

finally, he thinks. “it is. and you, y/n? how are you?”

“i’m good. i’m not sure if this is actually you, or if you’re just me. still wrapping my head around this whole thing.”

“i am quite certain that we are separate. it will take time to adjust, but i am sure you will. you have quite the mind.”

you flush. “thank you. oh! actually, i had a favour to ask.”

“anything,” morpheus replies, instantly. there’s a softness in his voice that makes you almost melt. he, on the other hand, is elated. such intimacy, already? perhaps his worries were for nothing. he’d quite literally grant you the sun, if he could (though he doesn’t have the best experiences with those).

“could you perhaps get rid of my sister’s nightmares, too? in her own words, she ‘has a bone to pick.’ if that’s not too much?”

ah. not quite the favour he was thinking, but if it makes you happy…

“of course. i will see to it myself.”

you smile at that, and morpheus feels a warmth in his chest that he hasn’t felt for a long, long time.

“thanks, man. i appreciate that.”

you physically cringe. man ? there are seven ways you can envision the ground swallowing you up alive, and the only reason it doesn’t is because of morpheus’ presence.

meanwhile morpheus himself is inwardly despairing. ‘man’ ? either humans have changed entirely, or his seductive skills are at a miserable low.

thankfully, you’re saved by your alarm blaring through. you wake up in sheer agony. so bad, in fact, that you lie in bed for another twenty minutes quite literally saying prayers to every deity you can imagine. you’re atoning for some sin you can’t even think about. what the hell have you done to deserve this?

whilst you’re busy despairing in the waking world, morpheus is slumping against his throne in the dreaming. despair must be having a brilliant time, he thinks.

it takes both lucienne and matthew’s combined efforts to pull him out. giving the lord of dreams a pep talk? never been on the agenda, but he feels remarkably better after matthew assures him “maybe they’re just shy!”

so morpheus does something he’s never done before.

he consults human dating books. oh, so a ‘light touch on the arm’ is still popular. matthew tells him to try a more extroverted approach.

“why can’t you just tell them?”

but the lord of dreams is a prideful creature, though he’d never admit it. why should he go to them?

underneath that is a piercing fear of rejection, of being alone again, especially after the burgess incident. but that’s for later.

morpheus even consults death. his sister has a wonderful track record of being good with humans.

so, armed with flowers, and newfound knowledge of “tenderness, morpheus. be tender and warm,” he shows up at your door.

when you answer, you’re delighted, though you try and hide it, of course.

“hi again - oh, are those for johanna? she’s out at the moment, unfortunately, but i can pass a message on if you’d like?”

he blinks. “no, they…they are for you, actually.”

your eyes widen in surprise. “for me? what’s the occasion?”

he looks at you, so deeply that you almost shudder. there’s something…tangible about his stare. something that looks like restraint. “there was no reason,” he almost whispers. “i just thought you might like these. they’re often in your dreams.”

you could melt right there. he saw your dreams? personally?

but of course he did. he’s quite literally the lord of dreams. he sees everybody’s.

inwardly, you recoil, too caught up in denial to continue even thinking about any possible advances towards you.

“that’s…that’s really nice of you. thank you. would you like to come in?”

but before he can, you hear a car pull up. johanna’s home. and you love your sister, you truly do, but just this once you wish she hadn’t been home on time (which is a rare occurrence of it’s own).

morpheus, on the other hand, looks distraught. he’s practically on the verge of tears as johanna approaches, and though you remind him the offer still stands, he bids the both of you farewell. much to matthew’s chagrin, of course.

“nice one, boss.”

johanna teases you about the flowers, but you brush her off.

“it’s probably just appreciation. you know, because of the sand?”

your sister’s had enough. “you’re utterly hopeless, you know that? and so is he.”

“who?” you ask, absentmindedly.

“your sand boyfriend.”

“he’s not my boyfriend!”

oh, but how he wants to be.

in fact, morpheus has all but given up, until he sees one dream that particularly intrigues him.

you’re dreaming, again. you’re dreaming, and he could fall to his knees in relief when he realises that you’re dreaming of a romance movie.

it’s pride and prejudice. and the only reason he realises this is because he was there for its publication, of course (and because there’s been a strange influx of austen-adapted movie dreams lately, for some reason).

but it’s the scene that intrigues him, where darcy is walking up to you, in this case, and profoundly expressing his love.

how odd. he never would have pegged you down for such a hopeless romantic, but now he realises. he needs to be forward in his advances.

so he swallows your pride and shows up at your door the next morning, armed with nothing this time.

you answer the door hurriedly after hopping out of the shower, wearing nothing but an artfully wrapped towel, thinking it’s johanna.

it’s not. it’s a man (a man?) you are incredibly interested in, and you’re standing in front of him with wet hair and just a towel.

“could you…could you give me a minute, maybe?”

but morpheus’ usually formal tendencies have somehow vanished, and he protests.

“i need to speak to you.”

he barely waits for an answer, striding in. you practically run to shut the door, frantically looking around for something to preserve any shred of modesty you have left. that towel is slipping and you give yourself maybe five minutes before all hell breaks loose.

“y/n.”

“morpheus?”

to your utter horror, he launches into a speech you find all too familiar.

“-you have bewitched me, body and soul, and i-”

“were you spying on me?”

you’re seething. is this some sort of joke? does he mean to insult you? does he find humour in dreams that bring you some semblance of joy?

“i…”

“you have no right to peer into my dreams. that is personal. i don’t give a shit if you’re the king of dreams, you let me have that! let me live my dreams in peace!”

you’re all but yelling into his face, jabbing a finger into his chest. embarrassment is flaring into every atom of your being at the thought of him laughing at you. ridiculing you.

to your surprise, his own eyes burn in anger. “my apologies, but you are not exactly the easiest person to please.”

“to please?”

he groans. quite literally. the sound reverberates around the walls.

“do you have any idea how utterly exhausting it is to get in your mind? to try and win your affection? i have done everything. i have lost my dignity - i even considered asking desire for advice, all for you!” his voice penetrates into every layer of your body.

bashfully, you mutter, “why?”

if he could explode, he might have. you’ve both quietened down, a palpable tension between the two of you. the clock ticking dully is the only sound that fills the room for maybe five minutes.

“i have…i feel for you.”

“what? like pity?”

“no. listen to me. i feel for you. i have feelings for you. every moment i spend in your presence is a test of my restraint. there are no words for the boundless nature of just how deeply i feel for you. i am…i am half agony, half hope. say the word once, and i will leave you in peace. i will not interfere in your affairs, nor your dreams, again. but if there is even a glimmering semblance of affection for me, i beg you. tell me so. i cannot bear it any longer.”

oh.

you’ve never been good with words. it’s not in your nature; you’ve always left the negotiating, the diplomacy, to your sister. you’ve always been the first to act.

so when you grab morpheus’ face with your hands, eyes locked, you can feel in your gut that once again, your instinct hasn’t failed you.

you can practically hear relief filled in the sigh that escapes morpheus’ lips, a wordless plea pooling in his eyes, mouth begging to be savoured with everything you have in you. so tenderly, you press your lips to his.

it’s heaven. months, of pure restraint and long-awaited hope pour into the kiss, settle into your bones, wrap around the two of you. in fact, it’s almost like you both become one, so deeply are you melded together. kissing morpheus is like being filled with every star in the cosmos; like light and dark themselves, simultaneously.

when you finally break apart, you can’t help the smile that spreads on your face, and neither can he.

he looks at you eyes full of wonder, lips lightly swollen from the kiss. you’re wrapped in his arms, and his neck is woven in between your own arms.

“nice way to sneak austen in there, casanova. i thought the lord of dreams would have been original about that stuff.”

he pulls you closer, your head nestling into the crook of his neck. “i might have been very loosely inspired.”

you hum softly. “what a shame. you owe her an apology.”

morpheus shakes his head, and you feel a low chuckle build in his throat.

“in her dreams.”

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undiscovered-horizon · 1 year

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Hello all well ? I couldn't help but want more of your beautiful story.😍😍

could give us more Morpheus and reader (Imagine being the one who frees Morpheus), where the people adore their new queen but morpheu thinks that I don't fulfill all the duties with his love, he didn't even ask her to marry him or had a coronation, but reader is calm about it.pleases thanks

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For the record, you weren't an actual queen as in the bride of a king. Despite that, the inhabitants of Dreaming collectively decided to treat you like one and soon you had found yourself to be part of the court hierarchy. Not that you could ever complain about such honour - you received a lot of love and respect for simply giving advice or asking someone to consider their grudge from a different perspective. To the inhabitants of Dreaming, who were used to Morpheus's just but strict reign, a droplet of sweetness and tenderness seemed to be like water is to a cotton-mouthed man.

Morpheus might have appeared oblivious to your social 'promotion' but he was perfectly aware of it. To his dismay, no one ever outright informed him that you have allowed or done something without his council, even if those were small, fairly insignificant matters in the grand scheme of an entire realmn. Morpheus had to rely on his own observations and whispers that seemed to completely disappear whenever he was around. In any case, he had realized that there existed an entire world he was not privy to when he heard someone excitedly whisper 'Our queen' for the very first time. Dreaming did not, in fact, have a queen. Not officially, at least.

Your selflessness captured his heart, which was obvious, but it had also, quite literally, killed you for a moment. Maybe it was his fear of losing you for good or his sympathy towards the struggles you had suffered on his accord, that made Morpheus adamant about having you think solely of yourself for the first time in your life, to finally be at peace after everything you had been through. As one might expect, his desire surely did not include having you fulfil part of his royal duties. The guilt gnawed at him until one day Morpheus found himself unable to ignore the current state of affairs.

He was marching through the crystal halls of his palace prepared to dress you in silk and diamonds or do anything else that would somehow compensate for the bland weight of ruling you had on your shoulders. If he could, if you allowed him to, he'd tear it right off and break his own spine accommodating it.

Morpheus's rushed footsteps suddenly stopped when he noticed you standing on the balcony, leaning against the marble ledge. Your back was turned to him and for a moment he indulged in his selfish desires; watching your dress gently dance on the warm breeze, he wondered whether there truly was something divine about you. Maybe, if he asked nicely, you could tell him what heaven is like as you sure know it like the back of your hand. Or perhaps spring, the mother of hope and rebirth, had recognized its own face in yours, telling the wind and the sun to warm you on cold days. But if you were spring, like Persephone, was he not akin to Hades?

Such thought made him shudder. The quicker he solves his plight, the faster this feeling of dread and shame will dissolve. In fact, it seemed like blasphemy to experience something so bitter and bleak while you were within his arm's reach.

Hearing footsteps against the marble floor, you slightly turned around to see who had decided to visit you. Although the sight of Morpheus did excite your heart, the grim expression on his face, a shadow that towered over his regal beauty, quickly calmed the thrill inside you.

"You should not be fulfilling my duties for me," he stated. Strangely enough, he sounded angry.

Unable to tell what could sour his mood like that, you furrowed your eyebrows. "I'm sorry for upsetting you, Morpheus, although I have to be honest that I do not know what duties you're speaking of. I never meant to cross you, dear."

Morpheus didn't answer. He made his way towards you and did not stop walking until the tips of his shoes were brushing against yours. So far, you couldn't quite tell whether he was oblivious to a certain social etiquette or simply liked being so close to you.

His ocean-like eyes bore into you as if he was trying to enter your own mind and make himself at home there. If you were asleep, perhaps he could but you were awake and that forced him to actually speak his thoughts, although reluctantly: "Are you happy here?"

"What makes you ask that?"

Morpheus pursed his lips at your answer. Perhaps he was expecting a slightly different reaction from you - one that did not include voicing his introspection and making friends with vulnerability. "You tend to my subjects, bring order and prosperity into Dreaming, and yet I have failed to give a wedding worthy of a queen. You are bearing the weight of the crown without its splendour. It is unfair towards you."

"Have you considered that I simply want to spend time with your subjects?" you asked him with a gentle smile. Ever since he sought you out on the cold beach, you've learned that Morpheus cared a lot. Probably more than he himself was capable of understanding. His problem, however, was adequately expressing it. "Treat them as my peers, help them in their plights. You can't be everywhere all the time, Morpheus. Let me help you, just a little."

But he remained unconvinced. "A queen should wear a crown, have the king at her beck and call. The people of the realm shall praise their gods for being allowed in her vicinity." As he spoke, Morpheus reached to gently grab your hand and put it against his chest and though he was a child swearing by their own honesty. His thumb absentmindedly brushed against your skin. "It surely did not escape your attention that I have failed at granting you the honour and glory you deserve."

"The crowns, the dresses, the jewels - they're all very nice but what real difference do they make?" you asked. The question must have elicited some kind of reflection from him as his thumb stopped its soothing movement. "Strip all of that away and there remains only you and I. Believe me when I say, that I need nothing more and wish for nothing less."

His once bleak expression turned into something more gentle as though the yearning of his heart refused to remain hidden any longer. "My heart tells me to drown you in indescribable wealth and yet my mind tells me to let you be as you wish." As it appeared, such dissonance and lack of clarity were exceptionally rare for Morpheus. Gently and somewhat fearfully, he rested his forehead against yours. "How can you, a human, hold so much power over me?" he whispered.

A quiet giggle escaped your mouth. "I believe people refer to it as 'being in love'."

He felt his breath hitch as your lips softly kissed his forehead.

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bakerstreethound · 1 year

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Mine for Eternity, Yours for a Lifetime

Kinktober: Possessive Kink

Relationship: Morpheus (Dream of the Endles) x human fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ Smut, oral (fem receiving), slight praising, possessive Morpheus

Summary: Morpheus catches you and Lucienne gossiping about some failed date you had but Morpheus is determined to remind you exactly where your loyalties lie, for he’s not about to lose you to some miserable excuse of a mortal who dare tried to kiss you.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound (Do NOT copy, repost, claim, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)

Word Count: 1.2k+

A/N: I’m dedicating this one to @novaracer who I’ve been teasing with countless snippets of this fic for a long time. I know it’s long overdue, but I had a vision for this one and wanted to execute it in the way it needed to be portrayed. A majority of this fic was inspired by the song Figure You Out by Viola. Once again, thank you for all the love and support you’ve shown through the years. Your comments and reblogs mean the world to me. Please enjoy!

“The thing is Lucienne, he’s a jerk and my friend asks me constantly to cover for them, but I don’t see the point. It’s exhausting and he needs to be dumped already.” Plus, you already fancy someone else the unsaid words ran through your mind, not that Lucienne needed to know, but still you catch a small smile just barely on her lips at your ranting.

You continue about this awhile longer as you thrum through a favorite book of yours, however, the next words aren't finished falling from your lips when you feel Morpheus’s looming presence behind you and Lucienne fights the urge to roll her eyes casting a glare through her glasses, making her look imposing. She knew she was far too invested in your mortal qualms more so than she needed to be, but it was interesting hearing about the so called band you were slated to suffer thtough seeing and what a mediocre kisser your date was.

“Ah, his radiance now decides to join the gossip doesn’t he?” Lucienne casts an unamused look at him, subtly winking at you in amusement.

“Come with me.” He brushes by you without a word, gently linking his index finger with yours in a gesture to join him. You suffer a long sigh, laying your book down on the table.

You stand there a fraction longer and he waits, his back turned towards you still. You know you’re not going to get another word out of him if you don’t follow his order, though you're sure he meant it as a request, alas you don’t want to give in to him so easily.

He has no other reason to be sulking around the library for all anyone knew in the Dreaming it was Lucienne who kept it afloat through thick and thin.

Soon enough you’re winding through the maze of shelves, the place you found to be your second home in the Dreaming. Words were powerful and the stories of the entire universe were here, waiting for you. You casually cast him a look, nudging his shoulder since he decided to walk with you in stride, before you continue strolling down the numerous aisles, touching and caressing the book spines like a gentle lover.

Without warning, he pinned you to the bookshelf, and tugged back the collar of your overcoat. “So he did leave his mark on you. Or tried.” He smirked almost in self-indulgence, tracing over it with a finger, goosebumps following in its wake.

It’d only been one kiss and the guy had sucked a few other marks but it was nothing special and you didn’t want anymore. So you left your pride intact and parted ways with the guy, thanking him for the almost lovely date, trying to be as polite as your friend were had they been there instead of you. You felt such relief though in deleting his number, telling and texted your friend the odds of you standing in for their next date were next to none.

“You’re mine alone to claim. Any evidence of his pathetic endeavor to mark you as his will be erased.” Morpheus’ voice is powerful and sensual and you can’t help but fall into him, as he caresses your face gently in his hands, resting his forehead against yours.

Your heart rate increases, so different from the other times you’d been drawn to someone and you wrap your arms around him, trying to ground yourself. You couldn’t believe this was real. You with Morpheus Lord of Dreams, the care the utter power that laced his words together and you were there before him accepting his gentle caresses.

“If it’s true what you say, then make it so, Dream.”

Almost immediately he swooped you to the throne room, carrying you up the mountain of steps leading up to the throne. How much more dramatic could he be? It was fitting for him and his status though, although you much prefered when he sat like a bedraggled cat on the bottom step when he conversed with Lucienne.

Without warning, the coldness of the obsidian throne meets your thighs and you yelp in surprise, Morpheus’s face lighting with a faint smirk. His fingers dance teasingly along your waist gripping you tight before tracing your lips with his. No matter how much you try to fight it, you fail, crashing into him with feverish need, but he’s all too willing to take his time, to stroke that fire to seduce you slowly, not ready to give into your body’s demands.

“Tell me, can he try to do this to you, my love? Has he fathomed the possibilities as deep as I?”

His all-consuming darkness envelopes you, his hands and mouth touching you, making the hot searing fire fall along your skin and course through your veins. He was determined to ruin you and remind you and everyone else that you are his.

You didn’t have long to clear your head from your thoughts before you registered his lips along the hollow of your neck, biting nipping, and sucking hard marks. Though your mind insists on it being a dream, the way he touched your waist, sucking marks along your collarbone, his hands fondling your breasts was all to real. The fire inside you continued on, fueled by your desperation, utterly under the spell Morpheus had you under.

“Just like that little dream, you’re doing very well.” his soft commanding voice said while you desperately tried to cling to him, savor him in all his glory.

You kissed him more, running your fingers thorough his unruly strands while he held your waist tight, murmuring in approval as he slowly disrobed you, utterly enjoying the sight of you before him on his throne nonetheless completely bare.

He whispered soft praises to you in your ears again and you almost lost it when his hands slide down along your thighs, caressing them lovingly while simultaneously lowering himself to his knees and you bit back a moan at the sight. No more words are needed, not when he begins worshipping your body in such a sinful way, devouring you, eating you out so fully bringing you to the precipice of pleasure that was unfathomable to you.

“Morpheus…” your words were a prayer upon your lips and rightfully so, for you sung your praises back in blissful harmony with his tongue in time needing….begging for relief. Oh, he didn’t stop, not when you were gasping, not when you asked him to stop, practically squirming, causing his grip on your thighs to tighten, sure to leave bruises. The thought alone made you borderline moan once more, so intent he was, such a devout being tending to your needs.

When his eyes met yours, you didn’t look away, clinging desperately to the arm rests of the beautiful throne as you finally, blissfully came undone on a place of power of the Dreamig where your lover claimed you over and over as his own. For he kept to that promise, no one would harm you, no one else would claim you except for him.

“You are mine,” he whispered with such conviction and borderline reverence, coming up from his knees to kiss you, crashing into your lips fully and as you tasted yourself on his lips, you knew you were irrevocably and utterly his forevermore.

“Mine,” you whispered back, your lips crashing into his, drowining impossibly further to him while the shadows of the Dreaming consume you, claiming you as their own.

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kirah69 · 2 years

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Touch Starved

The Sandman

Dreamling

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“It seems I owe you an apology. I’ve always heard it impolite to keep one’s friends waiting.”

His Stranger sat with a smile Hob had never seen before. His heart was so loud in his chest that he was afraid his Stranger might hear it. 133 years after their last meeting (and Hob should be mad for making him wait, but he had forgiven his Stranger the second he had appeared) and they settled in their usual routine. Hob told him about his last century and a third while his Stranger listened attentively, asked some questions and ignored the drink in front of him.

It didn’t last much, though.

A random guy, obviously inebriated, bumped into Dream’s chair. He hurriedly apologized, patting Dream on the shoulder.

“Sorry, buddy. Won’t drink more, promise,” the man said with a chuckle.

His Stranger was so tense that Hob feared for a moment that he would smite that guy on the spot. He didn’t, though. The man left and Dream stayed frozen. His shoulders hunched over, his muscles tense as a guitar string, and his eyes fixed on some imperfection of the table. Something wasn’t okay.

“Hey, hey. Look at me,” Hob said, trying to make him react.

Dream looked up, eyes black as night, a bright star in the middle. He forced himself to straighten up, and Hob feared he would run away.

“Want to go to my apartment? It’s just upstairs, no one will bother us there,” Hob offered, really hoping it wasn’t going too far.

Dream thought for a moment, then nodded. Hob got up the table and signaled toward the stairs at the back of the pub. He walked behind Dream, subconsciously protecting him from any other distracted patron, but he made sure not to touch him.

They entered his apartment, and Hob led him to the living room. Every room and hallway was full of memories from the past that Hob was sure his Stranger would appreciate, but he was too tense and didn't even look around.

“Do you want something to drink? Or to eat? I can cook something.”

“No, thank you,” Dream said, sitting on the sofa as stiff as a stick.

Hob bit his lip and pondered whether to pour himself a drink or not. He decided against it, it was better not to be drunk for this. He sat on the sofa too, keeping his distance from his Stranger, despite himself – he looked as if he could use a good hug.

“Tell me what’s going on?” Hob asked, and hurried to add: “If you want. I can keep talking.”

Hob closed his mouth and forced himself to wait, he had to give him time to answer. He was so nervous he could barely stay still. His stranger was in his home, sitting on his sofa. They had never been in such an intimate setting (not that Hob hadn’t dreamt about it hundreds, thousands of times).

“I’ve been captive,” Dream finally answered. “For over a century.”

All the air rushed out from his lungs. Hob looked at him with wide eyes, trying to process what he was hearing. His Stranger, this powerful creature –whatever he was– had been captured –trapped alone, isolated, his Stranger didn’t say but Hob heard.

“Now, touch feels strange,” Dream said. His words were steady, he knew what he wanted to say, but it was obvious he had thought them thoroughly.

“Touch starved,” Hob said without thinking.

“What?”

“It’s, uh… When you’ve gone for a long time without others touching you, it’s like your brain can’t process it when someone finally touches you. It feels painful or disgusting, even though it’s the thing you need the most. I… I’ve experienced it in the worst times, but I didn’t have a term for it back then,” and he hoped not to have to use it ever.

“That’s not possible,” Dream said, his brows knitted. “I am not human, I cannot suffer from such ails.”

“I don’t… Look, I don’t know what you are, I don’t even know your name. I’m just saying what this looks like.”

“Dream.”

“Huh?” Hob blinked confused.

“You may call me Dream. Or Morpheus, if you prefer.”

Hob blinked again. He had a name now. Two, actually. Finally. After so many (633) years.

“Dream. Okay. Nice name.” Damn, he sounded so dumb. “So, I’m not saying this is what is going on with you, maybe it’s not the same for you, but- Hell, I’d have gone crazy if I had been captive for that long. The fact that you’re this… composed is a wonder.”

He was so afraid to say the wrong thing and that his Stranger, no, Dream just got up and left, but he couldn’t shut up, not when Dream was in obvious need of some advice. You dare. He heard the words in his mind, and yes, once again he dared.

“How would you get rid of this feeling?” Dream asked to his surprise.

“Am, I…” he was stunned for a moment, he wasn’t expecting that. “I could touch you. If you want, of course. Touching others is the only way to get back to normal. We can go slowly, at your pace. I could hold your hand, and we can stop at any moment if you feel overwhelmed.”

Dream seemed to think about it, and Hob waited with bated breath.

“Very well,” Dream said, offering his hand.

Hob looked at it for a moment without understanding, even if he had been the one to propose it. He couldn’t believe he was going to touch his Stranger for the first time the same day he had found out his name.

He took the pale hand slowly but without hesitation. Dream tensed, even if it seemed impossible to be tenser than he already was. Hob just held his hand, nothing more, he didn’t move his fingers at all.

“Talk to me,” Dream asked, and Hob obliged because he knew he needed a distraction. Hob needed it too – his skin was so soft, flawless, long, bonny fingers, not as cold as he had thought.

He didn’t remember where he had left it, so he just started with another part of his life in the 20th century. Dream relaxed minutely. Hob tried not to stare, feigning not to pay attention to him. Some minutes into his talk, Hob started moving his thumb over the back of his hand, then over his knuckles. Dream’s hand twitched, but he didn’t try to remove it from his hold.

Hob was pretty sure he wasn’t paying attention to any of his words, but he didn’t mind, it wasn’t important. Dream’s eyes were fixated on their joined hands, his body slowly relaxing against the back of the sofa. Hob started to move his fingers over his palm and his fingers too. Soon, only a few minutes later, Dream was answering his touch, stroking his fingers with his thumb. Hob was trembling now. The contact felt so good and entirely not enough. He wanted so much more, he wanted to touch all his body, to feel it with his own, skin against skin-

No.

They weren’t there for that, that wasn’t what Dream needed at that moment. Hob would settle for the feeling of his bony fingers, of the lines of his palm, of his soft, slowly warming skin. He slid his fingers just a little further up, caressing the inside of his wrist, the delicate, thin skin there. He could feel Dream shudder.

Suddenly, Hob had a lapful of Dream. He didn’t know what to do. His friend was awkwardly sitting with a leg over his thighs, his arms around Hob’s shoulders, his face hiding in his neck. Hob was paralyzed, his hands in the air, trying to understand what was going on. Dream’s hair tickled his nose, and he now knew how he smelt.

“Hold me,” Dream whispered in his ear. It was more a plea than an order, and Hob complied.

He hugged Dream tightly, pressing their chests together, his hands moving up and down his back over his trench coat as if he were trying to warm him up. Dream wasn’t cold, but he could use some warmth. He was trembling, anxious, his hold tightening around his shoulders, his ragged breath against Hob’s neck making him shiver.

“I’m so sorry this happened,” Hob whispered in his ear, unable to hold back the feelings brewing in his chest. “If I had known… If I… I swear, Dream, I’d have found you, I’d have got you out of there. I should have known something happened, I should have looked harder. I’m so sorry, Dream.”

Dream’s hands tightened on his jacket.

“Really?” Dream breathed.

“Of course, love. I’ll look for you, always. Even if you’re just ignoring me, I’ll get you back.” His voice sounded raw, his eyes had a layer of tears. Just thinking about what his Stranger had gone through. Isolated for more than a century. Alone for so long. If he had looked for him with more persistence…

“Thank you,” his voice was so low Hob wasn’t sure if it had been his imagination.

Dream only started to relax then. His body became boneless against Hob’s, and he sat in a better position, still on his lap. Hob closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment, trying to ignore all the ‘what if’s. It was useless to think about that now. He only had to make sure Dream was all right.

“Do you want to rest? You can have my bed,” he offered. Hob didn’t know if Dream needed to sleep or if he had somewhere else to be, but he certainly could use some rest.

“If you stay.”

Hob would never say aloud that Dream sounded a little shy. But he did. The only thing that passed through his mind, though, was ‘cuddle time!’.

“Of course, love. Come on.”

Dream didn’t complain, he wouldn’t lower himself to that, but it was obvious he wasn’t happy to get up. Hob led him to his bedroom, turning on the bedside lamp.

“Do you want to take off your coat?” he asked and waited for his answer. He didn’t want to do anything that made him uncomfortable.

Dream was a little tense again, but he didn’t seem about to run away. He shook his head once.

“Okay. What about the boots?” Again he waited for an answer, not wanting to assume. Dream nodded and sat on the bed. “Allow me.”

Hob knelt before him and unlaced his expensive looking boots. He had seen some of his students with similar ones. He took his calf with one hand and pulled his boot off. Then he repeated the same process with the other. He was wearing black socks, but it was obvious his feet were as bony as his hands.

Hob then realized his situation, kneeling in front of his Stranger. He looked up, Dream’s eyes were fixed on him, so dark and beautiful. He wasn’t sure if the stars he saw there were real or just a representation of his feelings. Hob’s heart was beating so fast. He had to stop it. It wasn’t the moment to start imagining what he could do to his Stranger on his knees. He shook his head and stood up.

“Is it okay if I take off my jacket?” he asked, ignoring the flush of his face.

“You can undress if you want,” Dream said nonchalantly.

It took him by surprise, but Hob recovered fast enough. He swore he could see the smirk on his lips that wasn’t actually there and the bright of mischief in his eyes. This man (?) was a danger to his heart. He took off his jacket and his shoes and laid down on one side of the bed.

“Well? Are you coming?” he asked, trying to seem completely at ease.

Dream seemed to doubt for a moment, and Hob was ready to get up and tell him that it was okay if he had changed his mind, that he could leave. But before that, Dream climbed onto the bed and laid beside him. Stiff as a board. With his unnaturally pale skin and his immobile body he could as well be a corpse – or a vampire, Hob hadn’t discarded that theory yet. It was a little unsettling.

“Um… Would you like to be the big spoon or the little spoon? Or we could face each other if that’s… better,” he asked, a little unsure.

“Do you want me to shift into a spoon?” Dream asked, looking at him with a confused frown.

“No, that’s not-... You can do that? Wait, don’t answer that, not now anyway. No, it means… I can hold you from behind – it feels really good, I promise – or you can hold me. Or just face to face.”

The little wrinkle between Dream’s eyebrows disappeared but he still looked thoughtful. Hob couldn’t believe he had to explain cuddling to a millennia (?) old creature.

“Little spoon,” Dream said, and Hob looked at him open-mouthed for a second. Yes, those words had come out of his Stranger’s mouth, and yes, it had been his fault. Still.

“Okay, good,” he said, nodding like an idiot.

Hob laid on his side and opened his arms for Dream. Dream looked uncertain for a moment, then turned and scooted back until his back was against Hob. Hob hugged him from behind, holding him tightly against his chest, their bodies pressed together from head to toes. It was so intimate despite all the clothes that separated them, but he wasn’t going to think about that.

Dream slowly relaxed again, and Hob felt himself relaxing too, his eyes falling closed against his will. Despite all the emotion of the evening, he’d had a long day (week) at the university, and being immortal didn’t save him from tiredness. The smell of winter and sea breeze surrounded him. And something more he couldn’t describe.

“In case you’re not here when I wake up,” he whispered, his lips close enough to Dream’s ear, “I want you to know that… it doesn’t have to be a century. You can come back whenever you want, whether it is in fifty years or tomorrow. You’re always welcome.”

He fell asleep before hearing any answer.

[Part 2]

#dream of the endless #hob gadling #dreamling #the sandman #fanfic #fanfiction #english fanfic #slash

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dyns33 · 1 year

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The Ruby

Morpheus x Female reader

Happy valentine day in advance for everyone, taken or single.

The ruby was on a bench, in the middle of a park, as if someone had left it there for Y/N to find.

Or that someone just lost it, since Y/N didn't believe in destiny or that sort of thing.

There was a strange light when she took the ruby, but she thought it must be the sun. Then, as she walked home, she wondered if she should take it to the police, to make sure the owner wasn't looking for it everywhere.

"No. Keep me with you. I want to stay with you."

That little voice in her head should have scared her, but Y/N was too tired to think straight. Ever since she was born, the world had suffered from the sleeping sickness, and she had been no exception.

She managed to fall asleep, sometimes, and she was lucky to always wake up, but her sleep was not calm, not restful, and these nights were terribly agitated by nightmares.

So she took the ruby home, laying it by her bed and watching it before falling asleep.

Y/N had never had such a magnificent object, and she thought that she would never dare to wear it, for fear of breaking it, losing it or having it stolen. It was fine in her bedroom, where she could admire it before she closed her eyes for several hours, and it would the first thing she would see when she woke up.

The first night with the ruby was the best night of her life. She slept for nine hours, without interruption, without nightmares, without the slightest problem. Even though she didn't believe in destiny and that sort of thing, she considered the ruby to be a lucky charm, which she kissed when she got up.

"Thank you for this good night." she said before going to wash up and get ready for her long day.

It became a ritual. She spokea bit to the ruby, because it seemed stupid, but she wished it a good night in the evening, she said hello to it when she woke up, and above all she thanked it for having watched over her during her sleep.

Because for several months, her nights were all perfect. She even started having dreams. In any case, what she had imagined as good dreams. Never having had a good dream, she had been daydreaming since her childhood, soaking up books, films, music, to forget the cruelty of the world, and those equally painful nights.

Now she had the chance to dream for real. Which seemed unfair, because the rest of the world continued to suffer from the sleeping sickness.

To tell the truth, she hadn't really asked for sweet dreams, and no doubt it offered them to her in thanks, for not having abandoned it on the bench. So she thanked the ruby for all that, without ever asking anything else. Sometimes she felt like a small voice was answering her, but she wasn't paying attention.

This lasted, until its rightful owner appeared in her living room, in a whirlwind of sand.

"Y/N Y/L/N, you have in your possession something that belongs to me that was stolen and then lost."

"... What ?" was the only thing she managed to utter, as she hid behind her couch.

"Hmm. I see you haven't used it. Not really. Surprisingly, most mortals would have taken its power to make their dreams come true, but you... You only asked for access to my kingdom, not to rule it, but to sleep normally, like before I was imprisoned."

"I don't understand at all what you are talking about."

Without saying a word, the dark stranger went into the bedroom, approaching the ruby, which he touched with one of his long white fingers. But he didn't take it.

"I see. Don't you recognize me ? I am your master. Yes, I understand. She treated you well, didn't corrupt you and fed you her dreams, but it's time to go home."

"The ruby... It's yours ?" Y/N asked shyly while standing near the door.

"Yes. Part of me, part of my power. It seems to have attached itself to you. Will you give it to me, or will you fight to keep it ? I'm warning you, I just punished nightmares to get my sand, and I I fought Lucifer in the Underworld for my helmet, you can't do anything against me."

"Oh. No, no, if that's your ruby, you can take it. I didn't know... I'm sorry."

"Hmm. Yes, I can see. No, you can't stay with her, I need you to rebuild my kingdom. Very well. Y/N Y/L/N, thank you for your kindness and your intelligence. As a reward, you will continue to have calm and sweet nights."

Before she could answer, he was gone, taking the ruby with him. Y/N thought she had a dream, but the absence of her lucky charm forced her to admit that something weird had happened.

The sleeping sickness abruptly ceased, but as the stranger had promised, she had no more nightmares, ever.

Y/N didn't think she would ever see him and his ruby again.

Then, when she was sure she had fallen asleep in her bed, she opened her eyes in a cold, damp place, in the company of a raven, which began to speak after jumping up and turning towards her.

"Boss ? No, you're not the boss. But you have his ruby ! Thief !"

"What ? Boss ? His ruby ? No, I haven't..." Y/N said before feeling a weight on hier chest and discovering the ruby hanging from her neck. "... How ? I don't understand, I gave it back to that funny guy."

"Dream of the Endless is not a funny guy. Well, okay, he's not good with people and he can be a little scary, but show some respect !"

"Dream, is that his name ?"

"You don't listen much, do you ?" sighed the raven. "So you're the human who found the ruby and gave it back to the boss ? Weird. He's supposed to come here for a fight, against a demon. Again. It's a verbal game, but that's quite violent. I don't understand why you're here, they said the master of the... Oh. Ooooooh."

"Ooooooh, what ?"

"He said the ruby wanted to stay with you. It seems like he still considers you its master, and so… You're the one who has to face the demon. Shit."

"Shit, indeed. This is my first nightmare in weeks and it's really weird."

The little raven continued to speak to her, repeating that it was not a nightmare, that it was real, that it was dangerous and that she could die if she was not careful, but Y/N no longer heard him, touching the ruby and watching it closely, its blush reflecting in her eyes and the voice whispering in her head that everything would be fine, he wouldn't let anyone hurt her, he was happy to see her again, he had missed her.

"You don't listen to me at all." muttered the raven, landing on her shoulder. "Just like the boss."

"What? Oh, sorry. I think it's talking to me. But that's impossible, it's a ruby."

“It's not just a ruby, it's Lord Morpheus's ruby. He put a part of himself and his powers into this artifact, and so he's sentient. And I think he likes you."

Not knowing what to make of this information, Y/N simply nodded, looking back at the sparkling ruby.

A frightening noise then echoed in the cave, indicating that the demon was waiting for them, for his famous fight. Except Y/N wasn't a fighter, even with words. She had no chance of winning.

"I can try to go get the boss. Or say there was a mistake and the fight needs to be postponed." proposed the raven. "But I don't think that's possible, and if you lose, not only will you die, but the Dreaming will be lost."

"I’m scared."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Thank you, little raven."

"Matthew. My name is Matthew, I'm not little, and I will stay with you. Everything will be fine. You have to have hope, nothing can kill hope."

Except that the demon was truly the ugliest, scariest creature Y/N had ever had, and even with the ruby whispering reassuring words in her mind, and Matthew trying to help her with answers, she ended up on her knees, crying, moaning and trying to catch her breath.

"It'll be OK." repeated Matthew who didn't seem to believe what he was saying at all. "He said he was the Sun. There are plenty of things to beat the sun, like sunscreen, or an umbrella !"

"I am tired..."

“No, we have to fight !"

"My love. Leave it to me. Don't be afraid."

"Yes, alright."

"I'll miss you."

A strange, but pleasant, loving warmth then took hold of her whole being and Y/N suddenly stood up, stopping to breathe for a few seconds, while her eyes went black and her voice changed.

"I am Time." growled the voice from the back of her throat. "First creation of the creator, father of the beings of this world, and passing for everything, even you, warm, tiny, dull sun, who was not when I arrived, and who will not be after I'm gone, from dust to nothingness, and nothing more, nothing, ever, always, ME ! Because there is only me to move the universe, to give birth and death, and nothing, nothing can stop me !"

Seeming to be scared, seeing that he could not answer, the demon began to tremble with rage, before throwing himself on Y/N with a blade, probably thinking that if he killed her, he would win unworthily.

The ruby then began to glow, vibrating, before emitting a shrill sound and glowing, pushing the creature back and sending it far, far away, into a nightmare world.

As Y/N coughed and tried to come to her senses, the raven let out a cross before curtsying.

"Boss... She won ! But she's in bad shape, and... Your ruby... I don't have good news."

"I know, Matthew. I felt it, I felt that part of me coming back. I had forgotten all that I had put in this ruby, and I did not know what had been born there. Breathe, Y/N Y/L/N. Be proud of your victory."

"It's not my victory." she said harshly, rubbing her throat.

"Maybe not. But I would never have dared to mention my father's name, and Destiny had warned me, saying that I couldn't win this battle, only the master of the ruby could. He was talking about you, who took and cherished it, asking nothing of it and returning it to me without hesitation. I understand why he loved you. I feel what he felt. My love, it is time for you to return home. The power of my ruby was not for mortals, you must be exhausted. I promised you quiet nights, forgive me for this. I won't let anything happen to you again, I swear."

Y/N felt lips land on her forehead, and when she opened her eyes again, she was in her bed, as if nothing had happened. So a dream. A simple nightmare with a beautiful ending.

Turning her head, she saw that the ruby was still gone, and sadly she got up to go shower, have breakfast and follow her day.

But as she was making tea, she heard a tapping against her window. It was strange to see a raven staring at her, tapping again when she didn't approach and continuing until she opened.

"Hi kid."

"... Hello. Matthew ?"

"You remember me, cool. The boss said you might not remember, humans forget things sometimes. You okay ? I was worried, wanted to check on you. The boss said that was fine, but he didn't seem sure. I think he's worried too. And that he misses you. He was already intrigued when he met you, but now that he has the feelings of his ruby, he has eyes that sparkle and he's smiling. That's a bit scary. I think he likes you. Anyway. You're really okay ?"

"I believe so. Was it real ?"

"Yes, I told you, but you weren't listening to me."

"And the man... Dream... You say he likes me ?"

"You cared for his ruby, you're close to his kingdom, you're kinda cute, you fought on his behalf, and his ruby now destroyed to protect you was obviously head over heels in love with you. Yes, he likes you. More than likes. I'm new, I've never seen him in love, but Lucienne and Mervyn say it doesn't bode well for us. Be careful. Maybe everything will be fine, maybe not, only Destin knows, and he won't let me read his stupid book. Selfish."

After more or less stealing a cookie from her, Matthew walked away, leaving her with more questions than answers, and feeling like she was losing her mind. But Y/N finished her tea, spent her day normally, and went to bed like every night.

The only difference was that she turned to the window, watching the starry sky, and whispering goodnight as she did with the ruby.

And in the dark, as she drifted off to sleep, she heard a voice answer her.

"Good night my love. I'm waiting for you."

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

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visionsofmagic · 2 years

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⎯ I missed you.

[masterlist]

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

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

྾྾྾ word count: 3.6k

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

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

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

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

≡

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

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

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

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

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

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

And today, he was the saddest.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I – I can’t –“

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

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

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

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

Oh, how he missed you too.

‘ ‘ ‘

“Good evening Ms. Hedy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Corinthian?”

“Is this his name?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He asked, “Who was he?”

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

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

“When?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Matthew, my lady.”

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

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

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

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

“This friend of yours –“

“Robert.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Morpheus kept his silence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now, it was just him. Him only.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Headache

Square: D1 - Fragile Rating: T Word Count: 1540 Ship(s): Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling Warnings: No archive warnings apply Additional Tags: Dreamling Bingo fill, fragile, domaystic2023, bath, sick fic, migraines, unfortunately I must inflict my own suffering on fictional characters, Dream of the Endless is a good friend, it’s totally normal to draw a bath for your friend and ogle him a little while he strips in front of you, and sit chatting while he’s fully naked in the bath, right? right??, pre-slash Summary: Hob has a migraine. Dream has a revelation. Read on AO3 | fill for @dreamlingbingo | fill for @domaystic day 10: bath

“Mate, I spent the first thirty years of my life either living in a one room hut or on the road with a band of soldiers. There’s a very short list of things I haven’t done in front of someone else, and bathing isn’t on it.”

Dream enters the New Inn early one evening only to find that Hob is not waiting for him at their usual table.

He is, momentarily, at something of a loss, until the woman working behind the bar (her name is Judy, she dreams of deep forests and warm bread) flags him down.

“You’re looking for Rob, right? He called and said you’d be stopping by,” she says. “He’s under the weather. Said to let you know he’ll see you next week and he’ll pick up the tab to make up for it.”

(This is meaningless. Hob picks up the tab every time they meet. Least I can do for the immortality and all, he often says.)

“Under the weather?”

“Yeah, he didn’t say what. Hope he feels better soon,” she says kindly, and moves down the bar to see to another patron.

Dream continues to be at something of a loss for another several moments, during which he considers his options.

Hob is under the weather. Therefore, Hob is not here. He wishes to see Hob, and this wish is strong; stronger today, as it more and more often is, than propriety might normally allow. Therefore, he must go where Hob is.

If he were under the weather, Hob would care for him. Therefore, he must care for Hob.

All the current dilemmas of the world now resolved, Dream slips through the door marked ‘staff only beyond this point’ and makes his way up the side stairs to Hob’s flat.

At the landing outside Hob’s door, he pauses. The possibility exists, he realizes, that Hob will not wish for company while he is under the weather. But the risk is worth taking. He knocks.

“Who is it?” Hob’s voice comes weakly through the door. “‘S open, come in.”

The living room is dark and still, and Hob is lying on the couch with one arm thrown over his face. He lifts it enough to peer under his own elbow, and Dream does not think he mistakes the way his eyes, though tired, light up when he sees him standing in the doorway.

“Oh, Dream, I’m sorry. Didn’t Judy tell you I’d called down?”

“Yes. But I thought perhaps. I could offer my assistance.”

“You’re sweet.” This is the first time in Dream’s memory that this epithet has been applied to him. “Nothing to do but wait it out, I’m afraid.”

“What ails you?”

“Just a migraine. Get them every once in a while.” Hob replaces his arm over his eyes. “I took some pills a little while ago, they’ll kick in soon. Not fit for company till then, I’m afraid.”

Dream steps into the room and closes the door softly behind him, coming over to kneel beside the couch.

“I am frequently considered unfit for company,” he says. “And you provide company regardless. Allow me to care for you, my friend. Is there nothing that would help you?”

Hob peeks out again from under his arm and smiles wanly.

“Well. It’s a bit silly –”

“– I am sure it is not,” Dream interjects.

“– it is, rather. But I would kill for a cool bath. I just can’t find the energy to get up and fill the tub.”

Dream stands smoothly.

“I will draw you a bath.”

It is, he thinks, indicative of Hob’s fragile state that he settles into the couch cushions with nary a word of protest.

The bathroom is comfortable and well-appointed, with a tub deep and long enough for a fully grown man to submerge himself completely. Dream has often heard Hob cheerfully refer to himself as a hedonist. This room is proof of that: the bathroom of a man unwilling to shortchange himself even on life’s simplest pleasures.

He stops up the drain and turns on the taps. Hob has requested a cool bath, so he ensures the water is several degrees below average human body temperature. He pulls down the blinds against the harsh light of the late afternoon and surveys a shelf of soaps and oils.

“Lavender or mint?” He pokes his head out to see that Hob has maneuvered himself into a sitting position on the couch. “I believe both are helpful for headaches. Do you have a preference?”

“I think… lavender,” answers Hob, eyes still closed. “Mint sounds too sharp.”

“Can’t tell you how much this means, mate,” he says, leveraging himself off the couch and groping his way toward the bathroom door. “Fuck, my head. Do you get migraines?”

“No. Not personally. But I am familiar with them, through the dreams of others. What are they like for you?”

“Well if you’re ever looking for human experiences, I emphatically do not recommend them.” He sways and leans against the bathroom doorjamb. “Feels like I have my own personal jackhammer in my temple. My shoulders and back seize up as well. Sometimes I puke, that’s always lovely. But the light sensitivity is the worst. I can function with the pain, but when I can’t even leave the flat because the fucking sun is too bright? Forget about it.”

“What causes them?” Dream asks, pouring a liberal capful of lavender scented oil in the water.

“Never been able to figure it out.” Hob shrugs and sits down on the closed toilet to remove his socks. “Isn’t that dumb?”

He begins to unbutton his shirt, and Dream turns the taps off.

“I will leave you in peace now,” he says. “Enjoy your bath. I hope your headache passes swiftly.”

He moves toward the door. There is a beat as Hob shrugs out of his shirt and begins to pull his undershirt over his head, and then –

“You can stay,” he says, voice muffled by the cloth. “You won’t bother me.”

His face, when it emerges from the t-shirt, is a scant shade pinker than it was.

“Your voice is… I think it’s kind of helping? Like it’s resonating at the right frequency?” Hob grimaces. “That sounds mad. My brain isn’t working.”

“You do not require…” Dream hesitates. “Privacy?”

This is something he knows many humans feel strongly about, and therefore part of the reason he does not intrude personally on any dreams – including Hob’s – without good reason.

Hob has to stand and bend over in order to remove his trousers and underwear, and he winces as the blood flows to his head when he does so. Despite his words, he turns his back to Dream as he stoops, and Dream catches but a brief glimpse of thickly furred thigh and a pleasing curve of backside before averting his gaze. In deference to propriety.

Propriety. With which he is certainly preoccupied. And not with the pleasing curve of Hob’s backside.

Hob slides into the scented water and makes a deeply contented noise as he leans back, tipping his head back so as much of the back of his neck as possible is underwater while his ears remain above the surface. His eyes are closed. The line of his throat and the bump of his Adam’s apple rise from the water, little islands of life, looking oddly fragile.

Dream sits down, straight-backed, on the closed toilet that Hob has recently vacated, and devotes a fraction of the collective unconscious to some rapid calculations.

He wished to see Hob, and he finds himself here. He wished to care for Hob, offered to care for him, and was invited – here. Hob has expressed pleasure at his presence, has called him sweet, has asked for his voice, and now lies naked mere feet away from where Dream is seated. He has looked upon Hob’s body and found it pleasing; and the pink lingering in Hob’s cheeks despite the cool water would seem to suggest that the pleasure Dream took in that moment of looking is met with equal pleasure in being seen.

Could it be that he wants Hob? Could it be that Hob wants him?

It seems more and more likely by the second, as Hob relaxes fully into the water and the tension he carries begins to visibly drain from his neck and temples. As Dream’s gaze slips again down the line of Hob’s throat. And the sweep of his hair off his forehead. And the muscle in his forearm where it rests on the edge of the tub.

Dream is not perturbed that this revelation, the knowledge of these feelings, is only now working its way to the surface of his mind like a bubble struggling toward the surface of the water. It is not the first time he has pushed his own emotions so far down into the belly of his subconscious that it takes the equivalent of an earthquake to throw them back up into the light.

Hob swallows, and his throat is a tectonic plate.

“Would you mind?” he asks. “Just staying and… talking? Just for a little while. I wasn’t kidding when I said your voice was helping.”

“Of course,” Dream answers softly. “Of course I will.”

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#dreamling #the sandman #dreamling bingo #my writing #because I get migraines Hob must also suffer - sorry but I don't make the rules #once again I somehow messed up the header image and I don't know why it's so small >:(#domaystic2023

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minisugakoobies · 2 years

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Divine Intervention | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x Goddess!Reader

Genre: smut, hurt/comfort if you squint, Goddess!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: kissing, lots of taking holy names in vain, heavy petting, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), hand job, grinding, riding, unprotected sex (gods don't really do contraception), literal sex on the beach, there's a lot of mutual adoration going on here, needy Jungkook, praise kink Jungkook, reader is the Goddess Astraea, reference to animal sacrifice (an offering made before fic starts)

Word Count: 6.5K

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: “Tell me, Jungkook. Will you worship me tonight with all of you?”

Jungkook summons his beloved goddess, and she seeks to reward his devotion.

A/N: So I hadn't intended on writing a birthday fic for Jungkook while I work on the latest Paradise chapter, but then this idea hit me on Thursday and the next thing I knew I had 2,000 words for the start of a new story. 😵‍💫 Perhaps I had some divine inspiration of my own? Anyway, I grew up obsessed with Greek mythology, so this was probably inevitable. Some of the names invoked might be a little unfamiliar, so I've explained them below. Thanks to @reliablemitten for the title!

Glossary of Names: Astraea is the star-maiden goddess of innocence, purity, and precision. Selene is the goddess of the moon. The Moirai are the Fates. Polyhymnia is the Muse of sacred poetry, sacred hymn, dance and eloquence. Mnemosyne is the goddess of memory. Eos is the goddess of the dawn. Morpheus is the god of dreams. Chronos is the Titan personification of Time.

Unbeta'd as usual. As always, I'd love to hear what you think! My inbox is open 💕

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It has been a very long time since you last walked upon the earth. The sand beneath your feet is softer than you remember. Tiny grains stick to your soles as you wander along the surf. The ocean stirs in the rising light of the moon, waves dancing as Selene begins her evening journey across the sky.

After all this time, there is a believer. You heard their prayer from your perch in the heavens. So many years have passed since someone invoked your name. Not merely years. Ages. Centuries have come and gone without so much as a whisper.

A pyre burns several yards down the shore. The scent of burning flesh mixes with the salty sea air, tantalizing and crisp. A water deer. This follower has brought you an offering.

You must know more. The wind stirs and a little bird crouches where you once stood. It hops forward, towards the tall figure bent over the flickering flames.

Jungkook sighs, warming his fingers over the fire. He mutters the words again, a low chant under his breath. “Beloved Astraea, Goddess of innocence and purity. Oh, sweet star-maiden, hear my prayer!” He tosses another branch on the pile, watching as the orange flames envelop it, lost in his recitation. “I pray to you now for justice. End our suffering and bring the golden age we were promised! Please, I beg of you, hear my prayer!”

A slight rustling draws his attention. He glances down. A bird sits at his feet, a little thing with a white body and a black crown and back. A night heron. It glances up at him with a red eye, head cocked as if in curiosity.

Jungkook smiles a toothy grin, nose scrunching in delight. “Have you come to answer my prayer, little bird?”

“Quok,” says the heron, head tilting the other way.

Reaching into his knapsack, Jungkook pulls out the remnants of the meal that he’d eaten during his hike across the countryside. He scatters some nuts and seeds on the sand. The heron doesn’t peck at the grains but continues to watch him for another minute or two.

“It’s all right, you can have the rest. I don’t need it.” He isn’t sure why he’s talking to the bird. But he has the strange sense that it can understand him, as the heron begins to snap up the seeds with its long beak a moment later.

As his new friend enjoys the rest of his meal, Jungkook tends to the fire. A dark curl springs free from his ponytail and he tucks it behind his ear, smearing soot across his cheek. The white tunic and pants he wears are similarly stained from his dirty hands.

He is so tired. Building a pyre was exhausting work. As was hunting the water deer earlier today. But the ache he feels goes deeper than muscle and bone. Sighing, he rubs a shaking hand over his brow, careful not to get ash in his eyes.

“Quok?”

He laughs as the heron hops closer. Those red eyes would be alarming if the animal weren’t so cute. “I’m okay, little bird. Just tired.”

“Quok.”

Jungkook settles himself on his knees, bowing his head. The carcass is ablaze now, the stench filling his nostrils unpleasantly. Jungkook does not eat meat, but his Goddess does. He inhales through his mouth before repeating his prayer again.

Once Jungkook has finished his invocation, he gazes at the night sky, searching for any signs. The dark inky blue of space stares back at him impassively. But the stars dotting the expansiveness wink merrily, as if to encourage him on.

The heron is still next to him, plumage ruffling as it hunkers on the sand. Jungkook smiles sadly at it. “Doesn’t look like it’s working, does it? I should probably just give up. But I can’t. This world is sick, little bird. It needs to be saved. And I don’t think anyone else is going to try. How can I give up?”

The thick smoke wafting from the pyre begins to swirl into the sky as a sudden breeze kicks up. Jungkook yelps as a blinding light fills his vision, searing white. Jumping away from the fire, he throws his arm over his face, confused and frightened.

“Do not be afraid, precious one,” a mellifluous voice murmurs soothingly. As the glow begins to dim, he opens his eyes to find a woman standing next to him, wrapped in a golden tunic that seems to shimmer in the moonlight. Curvy and comely, her lustrous beauty renders him speechless. But beyond her physical appearance, a powerful aura radiates from her that is unlike anything he’s ever felt before.

“Who - who are you?” he eventually stammers, dark brown eyes wide with surprise. Where did you come from? He hasn’t seen another soul in hours, intentionally chose a remote beach far from the nearest town for his sacrifice.

“You know who I am,” you reply with a husky laugh. His heart flutters in his chest at the happy sound, like a bird yearning to follow the sweet song of its mate. “Were you not just chanting my name?”

“Astraea!” He falls to the ground, head touching the sand as he prostrates himself before you. “Beloved Goddess! It is you?!”

“It is. And I thank you for your offering.” You wave your hand to gesture at the pyre. The smoldering beast is gone. Jungkook blinks in shock. “It has been a very long time since I have feasted on such delicious meat.”

He lowers his head, hiding a shy grin. He has pleased you. His heart swells with pride. “I am glad that you enjoyed it.”

You smile beatifically, and Jungkook swears the stars shine a little brighter. “Rise, precious one, and tell me why you have summoned me here.”

He does so hesitantly, not quite believing this is real. It is only the sting of the cold night air and the grit of the sand poking into his toes that lets him know that this is not a dream.

“Beloved Astraea, I have called you to… to beg you to save this world. Humans have brought nothing but ruin and destruction with their greed.” He pauses to take another slow, fortifying breath, hoping to steady the quivering of his voice. “I have been studying the old gods for years now, trying to find someone to help us. I read that you had promised to return to the earth one day to usher in a golden age of peace. That is why I have summoned you here tonight. Please, dear Goddess, have mercy on us.”

“You wish for me to save this world? That is a lot to ask of your Goddess.” Your voice is firm - not unkind, but with a force behind it that makes Jungkook itch to kneel again. To supplicate himself completely. But he stands as you have asked, head bowed, eyes fixed on the ground in front of you.

So he does not see the sparkle in your own eyes as you ask, “Do you think that a single water deer is a sufficient sacrifice for such a request? Why should I grant you this?”

His eyes widen, but he doesn’t lift his head. “I am sorry, my Goddess. I know that you love the animal, but there are so few these days… it was all I could manage to hunt.” Fingers twisting in the hem of his tunic, he wishes that he had done more. Wishes that he was more. “I have spent years studying you. Traveled the world over to learn everything I could. Gave up my home, all my possessions, my - my relationships.” He finally tips his head up to glance at your face. It’s too much, your resplendence wraps his tongue in knots, and he quickly averts his gaze so he can speak. “I have sacrificed everything for you. Please. Am I… enough?”

The swell of the ocean behind him fills his ears as he waits for your response, heart nearly beating out of his chest. Hoping that you will deem him worthy, but assuming you won’t. Then he gasps as you gently grasp his chin, turning his head until your eyes lock onto his. Your irises are a dazzling golden shade, quite unearthly, gleaming with a playful curiosity.

All the blood in his head rushes away from his face and directly to his groin.

“You have given up everything? Devoted yourself entirely to me, and no one else?”

The longer you hold his jaw, the more he hardens. He wants you to stop. He wants you to never stop. He wants you to hold him elsewhere. He needs to rid himself of these debasing thoughts and focus on your glory. But his flesh is weak, and his erection grows stronger.

“Yes,” he whispers finally. “Only you. I am yours.”

Searching his gaze for lies, you find only the truth. He hides nothing. If you asked him to jump on the pyre right now, to give the last bit of life he has left to you, Hercules himself could not stop him.

How can you not reward such devotion?

“Very well.” Releasing his chin, you step back, raising your arms to the heavens.

As Jungkook drops to his knees in awe, you rise into the air, enveloped in a brilliant white light. Again, he has to guard his eyes so they do not burn out of his skull. His heart beats faster than ever before. It worked? He’s really saved everyone??

“I call upon every star in the night sky - brothers and sisters, lend me your strength, your power!” you thunder, and Jungkook quakes where he lays. “I will strike this world down in a cleansing fire and start anew! Let it BURN!” Your sonorous voice whips around the two of you and the pyre is extinguished by its might alone.

“What?!” Jungkook shouts into the roar. He still cannot see you, unable to open his eyes for more than a second lest he be struck blind. “No! Please, Goddess, no!”

Instantly, the din dies away. The light fades enough that he peeks at you with narrowed eyes.

“No? You do not wish for me to cleanse this world?”

Jungkook thinks his heart might explode. This isn’t what he’d wanted at all. Has he made a mistake? “I thought… the ancient myths said that you would return one day and bring a Golden Age to the earth. And the world would know peace.”

“Yes, precious one.” Returning to your mortal form, you approach the protective little ball that Jungkook has curled into. “And this is what that means. A Golden Age, without mortals. A planet in balance with itself again. A new beginning.” You tilt your head sympathetically. “One born of humanity’s end.”

“I.. I do not want that.” His voice is quiet, as if he is afraid that he might stir your anger. “I only wanted to help them, not hurt them. There must be some way to help. But not like this.” He gazes at you, dark eyes full of sorrow, and your ancient heart stirs with a pang of sudden tenderness, for this tortured soul. “Please, Goddess.”

More of Jungkook’s hair has shaken loose from his hair tie thanks to the fury earlier, and strands float around his face, catching in the cool night air as you sigh softly. “Rise again, precious one. Do not fear. I will not burn the world tonight. Or any other night.”

“You won’t?”

You shake your head. “No. I could not, even if I wanted to.”

The bewilderment on his face makes you giggle, a delicate chiming like the ringing of bells. It’s a delightful sound. Even in his confusion, it sends Jungkook's heart racing.

“I am bound by the work of the Moirai just as you are. The fate of this world was decided long ago. As was mine. And it is not for me to destroy this world.” You pause, letting the words sink in. “Nor is it for me to save it.”

“Then if you could not…” he trails off, trying to understand.

“I was merely enjoying myself. I am sorry, precious one. I do not mean to cause you pain or distress. I simply could not help myself. It has been a long time since I’ve had the chance to demonstrate my might.” You grin, and he is startled at how human the action is.

“Then, there won’t be a Golden Age for us after all.” He’s still measuring your words in his mind. Comprehending their weight.

“No. I am afraid that it is not written in the stars.”

Jungkook blinks slowly. “Is that - is that a joke?”

The joy he felt at the dainty peals of your giggles pales in comparison to the pure euphoria he experiences as you burst into full-bodied laughter. It’s like every cell in his body reverberates with the wondrous sound. Soon he too joins in.

There is something about this disciple of yours that pleases you far beyond any before. Such a lovely soul he has, to say nothing of that enchanting smile. Perhaps it's just the effect of having someone believe in you for the first time since you fled this world ages ago, to hide away amongst the stars. Whatever it is, you feel invigorated. Alive again after so long.

But as his laughter fades, Jungkook's wide eyes fill with sadness, and you furrow your brow. “I am sorry, precious one. I know that this is not what you had hoped to hear. It is very kind of you to wish for such a thing, but I cannot grant it. But you have summoned me, and I am here now. Is there anything else that I could give you instead? Another way to reward your faithfulness?”

He is lost for words. You wish to reward him?

When he does not answer, you take another step towards him, until you are close enough that he can feel your breath on his face. His catches.

“Perhaps I can comfort you, at least?”

As you move to embrace him, he suddenly draws away, turning his back to you.

“Precious one?”

Staring out over the ocean, he hunches over himself slightly, trying to cover his bulge. He’s still so hard. Even in his complete fear earlier, it never went away. Why can’t he control himself? “Why do you keep calling me that?”

“Because you are. Your mortal life is short, and therefore precious. Would you prefer that I call you by your name, Jungkook?”

He glances back at you in surprise. “When did you - I never said - “

Only Selene shines brighter than your smile. “Of course I know your name. But why do you turn away?”

“I - I can’t… I do not want to sully you, my Goddess.”

“Sully?” Frowning, you reach out, touching his shoulder. Your fingers are so warm, the heat bleeding through the loose folds of his shirt. He moans at the sensation, and shrinks further into himself, ashamed.

Oh. Of course. Another silly myth. These mortals have always told such ridiculous tales.

“Do not hide yourself from me. There is nothing shameful about your body. When you worship me, you should do so with all of you.” Your hand on Jungkook’s shoulder tugs at him, urging him to turn. He obeys, but shame clings to him, etched into the sharp angles of his face. “Not just with this,” your fingers brush his forehead, “or this,” now they press over his heart, “but with everything.” Warmth lingers where your fingers have been, as if a fire is being lit inside him, ember by ember.

But you haven’t pulled away. As your hand trails down his chest and over his stomach, he sucks in a quick breath. Surely, you’re not going to -

Gently, you palm his erection. Stroke its length lovingly, fingertips curling around, making Jungkook’s eyes roll back in his head.

“Goddess!”

“Yes, precious one, I am here.”

You’re teasing him. He can hear it in your tone. And feel it in the way you drag your fingers excruciatingly slowly along his cock. Again, he struggles to accept that any of this is happening.

“But you - you are…” The words stick in his throat, choking him as your hand continues to fondle. You flash him an encouraging smile and he tries again. “The myths describe you as the virgin maiden of innocence and p-purity. I don’t wish to…” His sentence dissolves into a wordless cry as you lightly squeeze him through his pants.

“To what? To defile me?” His wanton groan makes you laugh.

You aren’t impervious to his good looks. Truly, he is one of the most beautiful mortals you’ve ever seen, with a face that would send Aphrodite into one of her legendary furies. And his body - so broad and strong, toned muscles flexing as he strains to hold himself still and not rut into your hand like he so desperately wants.

No, you’re not immune at all, and the more he resists, the more you want to make him fall apart.

“Once again, I fear that you have given too much credence to the stories you have read, precious one. Yes, I protect the innocent and the pure, but the virgin epithet was never my doing.” You finally release your grip on him, and he relaxes, but only very slightly. “The withered old men who spun those tales made assumptions. As if purity is only possible for those who remain unbedded.” Scoffing, you give him a wry smile. “As if any of them were ever pure themselves, even before they participated in such delights. How did they become the authority?"

His mouth opens and closes a few times as he absorbs everything you’ve said, unsure of how to respond. There is only one thing that he wants right now if you wish to reward him yet. But even after your reassuring explanation, he still cannot bring himself to utter the words.

You don’t wait for him to say anything, gliding forward to cup his face in your hands. Your thumbs brush over his high cheekbones and he sighs as a wave of contentment washes over him, seeping deep into his bones. The sparks in your eyes glow as you speak.

“This world may be wicked, but I can see that your heart is pure. As long as there are such as you in the world, there is hope yet. So do not worry yourself for tonight. I cannot save this world, but perhaps you will. One day.”

His buoyant heart feels as though it might take flight. He takes great comfort in what you tell him. And yet…

As he stands there, basking in your affection, it’s not quite enough. He yearns for more. Not just more of your praise, but more of your touch. But who is he to ask? Instead, he gazes at you with such open longing that you giggle in amusement.

“Tell me, Jungkook. Will you worship me tonight with all of you?” Cheeks still in your hands, he bites his lip, then nods. “Then I will do the same. If that is what you want.”

Yes. Goddess yes, this is exactly what he wants. He nods again.

The corner of your mouth lifts. “I need to hear you say it, precious one. Tell me what you want.”

Somehow, despite the wild hammering of his heart, his voice does not tremble. “I want you, Goddess.”

The wind stirs, kicking up sand, and he shields his eyes with a shaking hand. When he looks again, the smoking ruins of his pyre are gone. In its place is a gentle fire, lighting a stretch of sand where a velvet cloth has been spread, the same shade of gold as your tunic, which has also vanished.

Jungkook knows that he shouldn’t stare, but he doesn’t have the power to look away, drinking in your naked form like a man taking his first sip of water after wandering the desert for years.

Looking alone doesn’t quench his thirst. He aches to touch.

But he doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Just waits for your command.

“Undress yourself for me.”

His fingers grip at the hem of his shirt, yanking the worn material over his head. You admire the way his biceps ripple in the flickering light of the fire as he tosses his clothing onto the edge of the blanket. And his Adonis belt, carved almost as finely as the statues of the gods that they sculpted in ancient days. He lets his hair down, shaking it loose from the hair tie. You can feel arousal starting to flow out of you as you wait, impatience suddenly rising. What is this feeling?

Ah. Need. You need him.

So, you hold out your hands, beckoning. “Come, Jungkook. Come adore your Goddess.”

He moves with the speed of Hermes, swiftly taking you in his arms. There is something reverent in the way he kisses you, imparting his devotion by holding back a little, chastely pressing his lips to yours. But soon he feels your tongue flicking against him, and before long he's thrusting his own into your mouth, eyes widening when you start to suck, caught off guard by the filthy action. For a heavenly creature, you kiss so wickedly.

His chest tickles from your merry laughter as you pull him down to the silky fabric on the ground, covering your body with his. You try to recall the last time you had a mortal pressed between your legs like this and cannot. Even so, you’re sure none have ever felt this good before. His skin is cool where yours is hot, rough where yours is smooth, sharp where yours is soft. The contrasting sensations spur you to hold him tighter, seeking more of him. A thought occurs to you, and you giggle into his kiss, prompting him to break away.

“What is it?” he pants, face flushed as he peers at you with inquisitive eyes. Are you laughing at his eagerness?

“Nothing,” you reassure him, tucking a strand of long hair behind his ear. “I was just thinking that you’re absolutely divine.” You fondly tap a finger on the tip of his nose, and he ducks his head, flush deepening to a bold crimson.

“Goddess,” he murmurs bashfully, mouth brushing against your neck.

“Jungkook,” you reply playfully, fingers carding through his hair, nails raking over his scalp. He shivers uncontrollably and whispers your name into your burning skin. Offering a hushed prayer. Wrapping his dark roots around your fingers, you tug a little, and the whisper becomes a dulcet note. “Sing for me, my precious one. Let Polyhymnia lend you her voice so you can sing my name!”

“Astraea,” he whimpers melodiously, rolling his hips into yours. “Beloved Astraea!” The pressure of his hard cock rubbing against your cunt leaves you keening, and emboldened by the sweet sound, he decides that you should be the one to sing. So he eases himself down your body, painting your neck and throat in hungry kisses, until he reaches your breasts.

Despite the chill in the air, a faint sheen of sweat covers your skin. Jungkook tongues at the drops, noting the salty tang. It tastes so human, he could almost believe that you’re another mortal lying here underneath him. If his eyes were closed, at least. Looking at you, there’s no way he could believe that you were anything less than the magnificent celestial being you are.

You sigh happily as his tongue swirls around one of your nipples, drenching the bud with saliva before he takes it into his mouth. “Yes, Jungkook,” you gasp, encouraging him to repeat the action with the other breast. He alternates between them for a few delicious moments, bathing you with his hot breath and luscious tongue, hands groping and kneading, enjoying your sighs until your hips start to buck under his chest, begging for his attention.

“Please, precious one,” you whisper, and his gaze finds yours. “Your Goddess needs you.”

The naked lust in your expression flames the fire inside him into a wild conflagration. He knows now that there’s no reason to hold back. You asked him to give all of himself, and he will.

“Yes, Goddess,” he nods, mouth falling open as his tongue traces down your navel. The wet muscle dips into your belly button, making your stomach twinge, and you gasp as you feel his fingers sliding through the wetness between your legs. His breath hitches at the arousal that coats his hand. “Is this where you need me?”

With a breathless nod from you, he shifts, settling himself further down on the cloth, legs hanging over the edge as he nudges yours apart. He props himself on his elbows and peers at you for a moment, savoring the view. It’s surreal, so unbelievable, that he could be here right now, gazing down at a literal Goddess, spread before him like a sumptuous feast.

He resolves not to waste a single moment and leans forward to press his zealous tongue to your soaking slit.

He starts with small motions. Kisses your lips before opening you up, revealing your pretty pussy to his waiting mouth. The wind carries your angelic cries directly to his ear as he licks away, dragging the flat of his tongue through and around your entrance. He trails higher, seeking the tiny pearl throbbing above it, mouth latching on as you groan.

When he feels you growing restless with the way he circles around but doesn’t quite reach where you need him most, deep inside, he gives in, and one of his long fingers parts your nether lips.

“Ah, Jungkook!”

He watches you with hooded eyes as you react to his ministrations. He was right. Of the two of you, you are the singer, turning the two syllables of his name into a glorious song, a repeating melody that you trill over and over. Not that he is quiet as he plunges another finger inside you, mouth finding your clit again. He whines into you, grinding his dick against the blanket beneath him, nearly delirious with desire. Every little noise, every little movement you make drives him closer to frenzy, and he has to pull away for a second to breathe deeply, calm himself enough to stay in the moment.

"Jungkook, m-my precious one, you devour your Goddess like a beast. Are you sure, ahh! Are you sure you are mortal?" you stutter, lifting your head to catch his eye, only to drop back with a gasp when he gives a particularly sharp suck to your clit.

“I live to serve you,” he husks, smirking, a brief flash of bravado before he buries his face again.

Though it’s been literal ages since you were last brought to the precipice like this, you recognize that you’re teetering on the edge of your orgasm. Your disciple’s talented tongue and hands have found the perfect rhythm, and the tension inside you builds. You clutch at your breasts, running one hand over your dewy skin while the other grabs at Jungkook, fingers wrapping around his bicep, squeezing hard. He merely grunts, chin nearly dripping with your slickness, too focused to mind.

Gods, but you've forgotten what wonders mortals are capable of! No wonder Zeus was constantly slipping away to cavort with the earthbound. Jungkook's mouth is relentless, licking and nipping at your tender flesh while his fingers curl and stroke that marvelous soft spot inside you, the one that turns you from an awe-inspiring deity into a mewling, soaking mess.

Jungkook can sense that you’re close when your hand tightens on his arm, vocalizations becoming faster and higher. The realization that you're about to climax because of him makes his cock twitch. Pausing just long enough to throw your legs over his shoulders, bringing your cunt closer to his gluttonous mouth, he returns to his work, eyebrows knitting together in concentration as he praises you with that blessed tongue of his.

His head swims, heavy, like he’s drunk on ambrosia. He’s never tasted the sweet nectar of the Gods himself, but he knows as he suckles at your clit that he doesn’t need to. The burst of honey that alights on his tongue as you cum for him is far more delicious than anything else could be. He groans nearly as loudly as you wail, lapping up every drop while you shudder beneath him.

Soon your cries die away, and you hold your arms open to him. "Jungkook. Come here."

You kiss him lazily, reveling in the sensation of his soft lips, his skillful tongue. He is heavy on top of you, chest pressing you into the ground, pelvis flush against yours. He grinds into you, and you slide a hand down his side and inward, reaching for his swollen cock, knowing he must need some relief.

He is so thick and hard in your hand, skin as silky as the velvet that you lie on. You skim your thumb along the vein that runs down the underside of his shaft, smiling as he groans helplessly. When your fingers wrap around his darkened tip and begin to slide, he drops his head to watch.

“Goddess,” he hisses, “please.”

“What is it, precious one?” Your strokes grow longer, reaching to the base of his cock and back.

“I - I won’t last if you keep doing that.” He might explode at any second. Yet he can’t stop his hips as they start to tip forward, trying to thrust into your hand.

“And that would be bad?”

He grits his teeth as you twist your hand, thumb tracing over the slit in his head. You can feel his thighs tense as he tries to stave off his end. He succeeds, but just barely.

You admire his restraint. And want to make him break it.

“Please, Goddess,” he begs brokenly, propping himself up to meet your eyes. “I don’t want to finish this way.”

“No? Tell me then, what you want.”

“Inside you, please.” He finally takes your hand off his throbbing dick and pins it to the ground, lacing his fingers through yours. He crushes his mouth to your shoulder, brushing hot kisses all over as he mumbles into your neck. “Please, let me fuck you, need to worship you with my cock, please!”

Instantly, you roll, pushing him onto his back. Caught by surprise, he yields easily, willingly, staring up at you in total adoration. The moonlight bathes you in an ethereal glow as you gaze down at him, eyes glimmering roguishly, lips quirking in a soft smile.

No matter how long he lives, he knows he’ll never see anything as beautiful as his beloved Goddess.

Your hand finds his hardness again, grips him gently. “Are you ready, precious one?”

He nods.

Taking a deep breath, you rub his thick head along your folds, gathering the slickness there, before you line him up and start to sink down.

The guttural groan that escapes you as you take him in shocks you. Your godhood seems to have fled your body, leaving behind nothing but a creature of pure primal desire. You moan once you’re fully seated on Jungkook’s cock, indulging in the incredible fullness that you feel. He twitches inside you, reminding you that you are not the only one in need here.

Finally, you prepare to reward him. Leaning forward, you place your hands on Jungkook’s chest, ghosting your lips over his as you whisper, “Come, precious Jungkook. Give me everything.”

His hands suddenly grab your hips tightly. Before you can start to move, he snaps his pelvis up into you. You shout his name, startled, but very pleased, breasts bouncing wildly as he begins to piston away.

The sight beneath you is transcendent. Jungkook growls, an expression of fierce concentration on his handsome face as he plants his feet on the blanket and thrusts away frantically. You marvel at him with wide eyes, barely blinking, hoping that Mnemosyne will bless you by emblazoning this moment into your memory. Because this is something you never want to forget. The taste of his hungry mouth on yours as he pulls you down for a kiss. The smell of sex in the air, his musk and yours mixing to create something sensual and earthy and raw. The feel of him around you, under you, inside you.

Oh, Gods, how good he feels inside you. His thick cock hits that glorious spot with every pump. You grip at your breasts, rolling your nipples between your fingertips as he pounds into you.

“Ah, yes, right there! Oh, Jungkook, you worship your Goddess so well!”

He whines as you extol him loudly. Sweat drips down his face, but he doesn’t pause to wipe it away. All he wants is to please you. To feel you cum around his cock. His own orgasm is rising and bites his tongue, trying to distract from the unbelievable pleasure coursing through him. He’ll be damned if he finishes before you do.

He releases one of your hips, bringing his hand to his mouth. As you watch curiously, he sucks two fingers into his mouth lewdly, moaning around the digits. You whimper at the debauched noise, then again as he finds your clit, fondling the sensitive nub feverishly.

“Yes, oh, yes, Jungkook! Ah, my precious Jungkook!” It’s happening again. There’s that pleasure building. A divine spark, about to blossom into something extraordinary.

“Be-beloved Astraea,” Jungkook gasps, feeling you start to clench around him, “my Goddess!”

“Come now, Jungkook, come, and give me everything, all of you, all of you, all -” Your babbling ceases as your climax crests.

The spark ignites.

Your head tosses back as you cum for Jungkook. Your quivering walls grip his cock like a vise, and he loses his rhythm, thrusts becoming jerky and erratic.

“Astraea!” He sobs your name into the heavens, mouth gaping open as he finishes deep inside you, hot and white.

The intensity of your climax leaves your legs shaking, clit pulsating under Jungkook’s still-moving fingers. You slump forward onto his chest, and his arms wind around your back, holding you close while he pumps away a few more times, until he’s utterly and completely spent.

Neither of you speak for a few minutes, too busy panting to say anything. With you melted against him like this, he can feel your heart beating as riotously as his own.

His fingers trace symbols on your back, composing invisible psalms. Inscribing your skin with the words he can’t say out loud. “Have I pleased you, my Goddess?”

“Mmmm,” is your muffled response. You lift your face from his shoulder and smile. “Yes, precious one. I am most pleased.” You slip off of him, curling into his side with a blissful sigh. “And you? Was that a sufficient reward?”

His eyes widen. “I - of course I - that was more than I deserve! I’m not worthy to even have imagined -”

Laughing, you press your lips to his, cutting off his incredulous sputtering. “Breathe, Jungkook. You are worthy of anything I choose to give you. Remember that.”

He nods, cheeks turning red. After a moment, you turn onto your side, and pull his arm over you, so that your back is pressed against his chest. “Lie here with me for a little while?”

“Anything for you, my Goddess.”

He nuzzles his nose into the back of your head, breathing in deeply. Your hair smells like smoke and salt, the fire and ocean air imbuing the strands. But beneath that, there is a note of something ineffable. A scent that is uniquely you. He inhales again, trying to ingrain it into his mind like a brand.

His arms tighten around your waist as he snuggles closer. After a few minutes, you realize his deep, even breathing means he is asleep. A pleased smile graces your lips as your heavy eyelids begin to close. You give in to the exhaustion that overwhelms your mortal form. Selene has not yet finished her nightly travels. Might as well rest for a little while.

Some time later, you awaken. A soft pink and orange glow over the ocean tells you that Eos stirs, preparing to drive away the night with her golden chariot. Jungkook still slumbers, innocent countenance completely relaxed. Tenderly, you stroke his cheek, and his eyes peek open.

“Goddess,” he murmurs, voice thick with sleep. “You’re here. I thought it was a dream.”

“No, there were no visits from Morpheus tonight,” you laugh, making him smile. He rolls onto his side to face you. “It was very real. And wonderful. But dawn is rising. I must go.”

His eyebrows gather, and you gently press a finger to the space between them, smoothing away the wrinkle.

“What is it, precious one?”

He sighs at the concern in your voice. He doesn’t mean to trouble you. “Nothing, my Goddess. I know you cannot stay.” He traces your lips with his thumb, flushing when you press a tiny kiss to his fingertip. “But if I… if I were to summon you again…”

“What would you ask of your Goddess now?”

A thousand requests flit through his mind, each one greedier than the last. It would be selfish of him to want more.

If only he were a selfish person.

After a moment of silent reflection, he just smiles. “Maybe the Moirai will bring us together again one day.”

Beaming, you cup his face. “Anything is possible, precious one. Never lose your hope.”

He presses his mouth to yours. In the sun’s early rays, he kisses you slowly, languidly, trying to stretch these final moments into an eternity. But he is not Chronos, and time will not bend to his will. Before you pull away, you lightly rub your thumbs over his closed eyes, and he shivers as a strange tingle runs down his spine. A spark of warmth.

“Goodbye, my precious Jungkook.”

“Goodbye, my beloved Astraea.”

The wind rushes past him, leaving behind an empty silence. He opens his eyes. The blanket remains, as does the simmering ash of the fire. But you are gone.

The beach is quiet now, save for the sound of waves crashing on the shore. As Jungkook shakes off the last vestiges of sleep, Eos crests the horizon. Jungkook rests his arms on his knees and tips his head back to gaze at the heavens. In the light blue expanse of the morning sky, the stars fade away one by one until only a single gleaming light remains. He smiles, the newfound sparkle in his eye matching the shimmering above.

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In the dark. Chapter 7. Trials

Pairing: Morpheus x FemaleReader

Rating: PG

Words: 1800

“Morpheus”, Titania’s voice, was cold as ice. “I didn’t expect that you were going to cheat me in my own bedroom. And with whom, with a mortal girl”.

“You are not even married”, you can say. “He wasn’t yours, and he will never be”.

“Oh, I understand”, she smirked. “You are that girl that he was spending time with. The one that failed him. I should say thank you”.

“And now I’m here to take him back”, you replied.

“You can’t”, she smirked. “The deal is a deal. Morpheus is mine”.

“He is not a thing or anyone’s property”, you admitted.

“Brave mortal”, she laughed. “You dared to come here to claim what is mine. I like it. I can give you a chance”.

“What chance?” you asked.

“A chance to free him”, she replied. “You will have three trials. If you fail one of them, you will lose and stay here forever. But you won’t see him ever again”.

“Alright”, you nodded.

“No!” Morpheus said. “It’s too dangerous. I will marry you, and you should let her go”.

“Oh no, that means that her little act of bravery will go in vain”, Titania said. “And it is going to be fun. I will let you know about the first trial. Now leave my room, little human. I need to talk to my fiancée”.

You fixed your dress, looked at Morpheus for the last time, and let Cluracane take you out of the room. He was watching your every step.

“I know that you are hiding something”, he said.

“You were spying on me”, you admitted. “Why?”

“If my charms don’t work for you, then something is odd”, He just shrugged. “I was curious what was wrong with me. It turned out that you were charmed by someone else. But I didn’t understand how he got you”.

“You don’t know him like I do”, you said.

“Or maybe I know too well”, he laughed. “So you are the girl he chooses to spend nights with. Did it even occur to you that he was nice to you because your affection can break the spell?”

“He doesn’t want me to fall in love with him”, you replied. “And he wants me to leave, but I chose to stay”.

“And are you willing to risk your life for him?” he asked. “If you will be mine, I can promise you help in trials”.

“I am willing to take a risk”, you said. “And I don’t need your help. Something tells me that it was you who told the queen about us”.

“She would find out anyway”, he declined.

You didn’t answer. You entered your room instead. Well, Rose’s room. And she was there, looking confused.

“What have you done?” she asked immediately.

“What did you hear?” you asked.

“I heard you make love with her pet”, she said.

“Almost”, you blushed. “And he is not a pet. His name is Morpheus”.

“Do you mean Dream of the Endless?” Rose looked shocked. “That who he is”.

“Yes”, you sighed. “And Cluracane brought the queen to catch us on the place. Now Titania wants to do some tasks for me”.

“Did she?” Rose was still shocked. “She doesn’t want to help you. She wants to torture you”.

“I understand that it wasn't an act of kindness”, you replied. “She wants to see me fail and stay miserably here. But I will win”.

“Is he worth it?” she asked after the silence.

“Yes, he is”, was your response.

Later, Cluracane came to your room. He was serious, but he smirked when he saw you. He enjoyed your problems.

“The time has come”, he said. “Our queen is waiting for you”.

You wondered if Morpheus would be here. At least in the form of the cat. Or is she going to hide him just to make you suffer?

"There is our little brave mortal”, Titania said when you came to her throne room. “Are you ready for your trials?”

“You can say so, your majesty”, Your voice was a little bit sarcastic.

You were angry at this woman who tricked the god of dreams and wanted to marry him against his will or turn him into her pet.

“I can’t see what he finds in you”, she said. “You are a simple human”.

You wanted to object to that, but that changed your mind. It would be better if they underestimated you.

“Do you think you are the only mortal that comes to rescue someone?” she asked. “But they all stayed here”.

You kept silent. You won’t give her the satisfaction of mockery.

“Are you going to tell me about the trial or not?” you asked.

“Who are you to talk to me in such a way?” she hissed. “Watch your little tongue, or I will change my mind”.

“I’m sorry, my queen”, your smile looked forced for sure. “I’m just eager to know about my trials and to begin them”.

“You think you can win”, she admitted. “Cute”.

“I can hope and try”, you admitted.

“First, I will test your love”, she said. “How well you know your precious Morpheus. Among all the cats, you need to find him”.

“Let’s go”, Cluracane said, leading you to another cat.

There were a lot of cats. And every cat was black. Some were sleeping, some were meowing, and some came to you. You thought it was easy. But perhaps it wasn’t.

“You have half an hour to detect Morpheus and three tries”, you heard the queen’s voice say.

You tried to think. But some cats were trying to get your attention. Cluracane smirked.

“Maybe one of these cats is Morpheus”, he whispered.

Then you looked at Titania. She ate some fruits, and you suddenly have an idea. Morpheus wasn’t actually a cat. So he shouldn’t behave like one of them. You tried to find the cat with eyes as attentive as Morpheus. But there are few of them.

“What a cute kittens”, suddenly Rose appeared next to you and tried to pet one of them. But he just disappeared. Then you understand that these cats are illusions.

“Rose, what are you doing here?” Cluracane hissed.

And Rose looked at you attentively. Something was odd. Most cats are illusions. If Morpheus is here, he is probably sleeping, so he won’t come closer to you. Or…

“He is not here”, It was risky, but you think that it is worth trying.

There is silence. Everyone was looking at me. And Titania can kill you with her eyes. And at that moment, all the cats disappeared.

“You know it's too risky to bring him here”, you continued. “Or he would help me or give me a sign at least”.

“Clever mortal”, she huffed. “I suppose that task was too easy for you”.

“No, my queen”, you replied. “They just don’t act like him”.

“Alright, Rose, take away your pet till I make up a new trial”, she said.

And the fairy took your hand and led you to our room. You walked in silence until you came to your room, and only then did you breathe out.

“Thank you”, you said finally. “You helped me to understand the truth”.

“I told you”, she replied. “Our queen wants you to make a mistake. So then you can stay here forever. I still owe you my life. And I also don’t want to get into trouble. Well, into even bigger trouble than you already are”.

“It’s so kind of you”, you said.

“Oh, stop”, she said, but smiled a little. “Tell me what he is like.”

“Who? Morpheus?” you asked. “He is very serious, gentle, kind and smart. And he is certainly different from any other man I’ve met”.

“Oh, you are so in love, human”, she smirked. “You should be really special if he chooses you over our queen”.

“It’s not only me”, you replied. “He hates doing this against his will. He is not mortal or just another fairy. He is God. Or more than a god, but she treats him like he is nothing. She should think about his revenge later. He will never be fully hers”.

“And you know him pretty well”, she noticed.

“We talked at night,”, you admitted. “We only shared one room in the dark”.

“And did you share the bed?” she smirked.

“We did, but in another sense”, you replied. “But falling into sleep is a sweet experience too. "I never thought it would be nice”.

“You are so sweet, it makes my toothache”, she sighed. “You need to prepare yourself, though. The next task will be harder”.

“I’m sure of that”, you sighed.

You can’t find your place the next day. Rose left you alone in the room. Cluracane didn’t come to bring you to Titania. And of course, you couldn’t roam corridors in search of Morpheus again. You were sure that the fairy queen had hidden him from you somewhere else. She wants to make you suffer and be anxious. You won’t give her that.

You started to think that she wanted to make you nervous while keeping you waiting. And you were thinking about how Morpheus feels these days. He must be angry and nervous too. You want to see him so much.

Suddenly, you heard the knocking at the window and saw the raven. That was Matthew, perhaps. And you opened the window to let him in.

“It's good that I found you, he said.

“What are you doing here?” you asked. “What if they know that you are here? Can you even be here?”

“I can”, he said. "What will they do to me? I'm already dead. Anyway, Lucienne is worried. Could you find your boss?”

“I could,” you said. “She turned him into a cat. And now I have two more trials to free him”.

“What?” he was confused.

You told him about everything that happened, and he was worried.

“You should wake up”, he said. “Or return to the Dreaming and then wake up”.

“I can’t”, you sighed. “Even if I wanted to do this, she can’t allow me to escape”.

“Oh dear”, he sighed too. “Everything is difficult”.

“Can you stay here for a few days?” you asked. "Maybe I will need help with these trials too. I won the first time, but now Titania can come up with something tricky and difficult”.

“I can try”, he replied. “I can’t believe you almost made out on her bed. That was extremely stupid or brave”.

You blushed. “I missed him so much, and he was desperate”.

“Oh, I don’t want to know more”, he cawed. “I do whatever I can to help you two. I decided. You are the brave one”.

“Thank you”, you smiled.

And he flew away when you heard the sound of the door opening. It was Rose. And Cluracane escorts her.

“What is happening?” you asked.

“The time for your next trial has come”, said the fairy.

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An extremely, extremely short Pt 2 of ‘devil in the basement’ cuz like three of you ( @mess-in-side @layla2-49 @rebecca-jammy ) wanted it. @mm2305 @dinonuggett @murnsondock @blossomedfloweroflove @kuchokitty @lex-the-flex

“just promise me one thing will you?” Morpheus stared you down, waiting for the worst to leave you lips as you pray to him to grant you any wish imaginable, “make sure to put the fear of god in Roderick for me when you come back for vengeance.” With that you snuck out a vase from behind your back, rearing your arm as you used all the force you could muster to shattered the glass that was the only thing hold the dream lord back from exulting his wrath.

While he couldn’t get the revenge he desperately wanted to exact on Roderick Burgess, Morpheus did however got to do so through his cowardly next of kin, Alex Burgess, who by the time was already as fragile and as weak as his father was if not more so, by cursing him with eternal slumber as punishment for his hand in his imprisonment. That didn’t feel as satisfying as the dream lord would’ve wished it to be but as long as there was someone related to the original perpetrator to exact revenge on that’s all mattered to him.

However he found his thoughts wandering back to you, to the vase tightly grasped in your hand, then finally to the sound of shattered glass of his prison finally falling. He tried to steer himself away from something he’d someday know would be inevitable to avoid as he prepared himself to take to the waking realm in search for his sand that was said to last be in the possession of one Johanna Constantine. Leaving the responsibilities of the dreaming to Lucienne once more in it’s fragile state, not learning his lesson from his last trip away from the dreaming; if his plan to retrieve his sand, ruby and helm goes wrong then there was no telling what would happen to his realm thereafter. After all it wasn’t strong enough to withstand another blow on par to his disappearance.

Yet as hard as he might try to keep track on his task at hand of retaining his tools and ruling the dreaming once more under his unchanging law; he was conflicted on how to feel about you saving him, being his key of freedom and all that found himself speaking before his mind could catch up to him asking Lucienne about what has become of you. Lucienne traversed bookshelf after bookshelf before stoping at a volume that has your name scrawled across in gold and pulling it out and flicking to it’s most recent page. “After quitting their job at the Burgess manor, Y/n L/n later came across one a Johanna Constantine at a bar where they both proceeded to accidentally exorcise a demon that had been possessing the barkeep for weeks unaware.” She summarised for Morpheus before closing the book and placing it back where it belonged with care. “I believe they’re working together now, so this shouldn’t be a problem for you Lord Morpheus.”

The dream lord didn’t know why he asked about you but to hear that you were away from that dreaded place and now within the company of his next mission felt nothing short of a coincidence to him. Had fate tied you to him that day? He would wonder to himself as he stared up at the stained glass windows staring down at him in judgment. If the fate had brought you to him that day as a form of mercy for his predicament then he didn’t want it, he was already wounded enough for one lifetime to be reminded of it constantly by those who didn’t know the full extent of his suffering. It felt humiliating as it did scaring.

“Not a problem at all.” Is all he responds with before exiting the library in all his dramatic flair, the back of his coat trailing behind him as though uplifted by magic. Morpheus’s thoughts raced within his head as he strides, feelings conflicted arose when he questioned of the star of your well-being ever since freeing him as he found himself trying to find you within the dreaming but couldn’t no matter how hard he tried nor how he searched within the very corners of his realm for your dreams only to find nothing as though you didn’t exists. Which wasn’t correct as your book was in his library, Lucienne read him a passage right to his face and everything! So what could’ve taken place during that time…the dream lord stopped in his steps when he came to the realisation that he was prioritising you a little too highly for his own liking when in reality he should be prioritising his tools above all else for the sake of his realm, his people; Not some random human who showed him kindness and freed him from his imprisonment without asking for anything short of exacting his revenge on those who acted in accordance to Roderick in return.

However you somehow invaded his mind like a parasite that refused to leave quietly. “Gods, what have I gotten myself into now.” He muttered quietly to himself as not to arise prying ears, hoping to some miracle that this would be nothing short of a passing thought of curiosity and nothing more deeper then that. He nor his realm hasn’t got the time for such emotions that he inexplicably started feeling the moment your eyes met his own. He was an endless and you a mortal, it would’ve ended about as nicely as a Greek tragedy. Not only didn’t he have tools to retrieve but he also still had a renegade nightmare loose within the waking realm, slaughtering innocence for his own agenda to deal with swiftly; so no he didn’t have the time to deal with you or Johanna but you were both pivotal parts to leading him to his tools.

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Hello! Can I request a Morpheus x Reader where reader is insomniac, and it takes a lot for them to fell asleep. Morpheus has always been worried and he always offered his help, but they always refused ‘cause they didn't want to bother him. Until one night they're too tired and they call for him. Morpheus is glad to finally help, so he decides to spend the night with them until they fall asleep. Something fluffy and comfort. Thank you so much 💖💖

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Melatonin usually worked - usually being the operative word. Despite your best efforts and commitment to at least a dozen tips and tricks to fall asleep, you had found yourself getting at most 3 to 4 hours of rest at night. Maybe it was enough to stay alive and sane but your entire day was spent on thinking about how tired you were while attempting to manage your irritability.

But this night, nothing was going to work. You knew that the moment you lay in bed, 2 AM, with your eyes open wide as if you didn't get barely a third of the recommended amount of sleep for the past week. It was going to be a long, frustrating night.

Although, 'nothing' wasn't quite honest. There was something else, someone else, who could help but you never really considered that option. Despite his adamant reassurances that he wants to help you should you find it impossible to fall asleep, you hated the thought of bothering Morpheus. Not because he was snarky about helping mortals, it was quite the contrary, but because you could only imagine how busy he was. The King of Dreams, at night, surely had more important things to do than put his duties on hold to put a human to sleep. Besides, it wasn't like you hadn't slept for the last few days at all; your case of insomnia was an inconvenience but not an emergency.

You looked at the bedside table standing right next to you. In the drawer, there was a plastic bag of birthday candles, each of them with "Morpheus" written on them. It was probably the closest thing to a speed dial one could put an eldritch being on. Should you become desperate enough, you could simply light one of them and wait until the candle burns out to personally tell Morpheus that you give in to his offer of help.

When the pink and white birthday candle was being consumed by a flame, you were seriously considering putting it out and just putting up with your suffering. You were an adult and that meant taking care of your own problems without kicking a fuss but after a good week or two of little to no sleep, even mature grown-ups become a little toddler-like. If Morpheus does show up like he promised, you could always put the blame on him - he was the one offering to help with your insomnia any time you liked, so he was the one responsible for having to put his duties on hold for you... right?

You watched the melted wax pool on the saucer. It was quite pretty: a sea of white with streaks of bright pink. The room looked surprisingly dark without a source of light. Now, you were sentenced to rely on the streetlamps outside. Turning on the light in your bedroom would be counter-productive as you had learned quite early on in your battle with insomnia that it only made falling asleep harder.

"Anytime now, King of Brooding," you murmured under your nose.

"Are you alright?" a low voice resounded throughout your bedroom. It was one of those strange little ways he expressed his affection and concern.

He was standing on the threshold of your bedroom, unsure whether he was welcomed into the privacy of it. Looking at Morpheus's face, you couldn't tell whether he was upset with you for interrupting him with whatever it was he was doing beforehand but, truthfully, you couldn't tell much from his facial expression at all.

"Yes but no?" It was then, when he slowly walked towards you, that you thought summoning him was the worst idea you had in quite a while. "It's a moderate 'no', I'll live but..." you hung your voice before sighing heavily, "I admit defeat."

A smile of amusement appeared on his face as though he actually did win some kind of a bet. Or, perhaps, he wasn't going to gloat in his triumph but hold dear that one night when you indirectly told him that you needed him.

Wearing a grim expression, you moved to the side of the bed to make space for him but he didn't pick up on the cue right away. Instead, he stared at the spot you prepared for him with a strange intensity. Something was making him reluctant to lay or even sit next to you but by the flexing muscles of his jaw, as he clenched and relaxed it repeatedly, you could tell a part of him was desperate to do so.

Finally, in slow, perhaps slightly anxious, steps, Morpheus accepted your invitation and lay on top of the bed next to you, still dressed in outdoor clothes. He didn't bother slipping under the covers but it wasn't the temperature that concerned him - he thought it rude to invade your privacy further without your explicit demand, no matter his own desires.

With equal reluctance and hesitation that elicited an infantile giggle from you, Morpheus put his arms around you. His limbs were oddly stiff as if he was navigating uncharted waters, which obviously wasn't true. In an attempt to coax him further into the pleasant intimacy, you cuddled up to him, resting your face against his chest. You felt his chin barely brush past the top of your head. Despite his inhuman, strangely thin yet muscular, physique, Morpheus was quite comfortable to lay against or maybe it was his aura that simply made it irresistible to fall asleep.

As minutes went by, you felt Morpheus becoming more relaxed. At some point, his fingers began shyly grazing your skin as though he was anxiously exploring the boundaries between the two of you. There was something truly wonderful about lovers discovering how much trust is put into them, that their hands will caress, not strangle, and just how much their presence is yearned for by another person.

"I'm sorry for bothering you," you whispered into the pleasantly silent night.

You couldn't see it but he was smiling, revealing his heart's desires in that one, small expression of gentle adoration. "I enjoy being bothered by you," he answered equally quietly just before you fell asleep.

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Part 3: “Façade”—So much foreshadowing, so little time

Note: this is a part of my essay "The Awkward Meta-Tragedy of Neil Gaiman's The Sandman", see [here] for the masterpost of all links, reading order, and content warnings.

While we’re on the subject of interpreting the ending as Morpheus’ suicide, I feel the need to point out an often-overlooked story that I feel foreshadows and colors a lot of this theme, even if it’s rarely discussed by the fandom and at first glance appears to have little else to do with the overall Sandman story.

Contained within the collection titled Dream Country in what seems to be the most commonly available versions of the books, “Façade” is often outshined by the other three short stories in the collection: “Calliope,” “Dream of a Thousand Cats,” and “A Midsummer Night’s Dream,” the last of which was literally award-winning. On the surface, it seems to have little to do with the greater story of The Sandman; Morpheus does not show up at all, and is not even mentioned. If anything, it just seems to serve as an excuse to give his sister Death a little more screen time, given that she was already clearly becoming a fan-favorite. However, if we are to interpret the ending of the books as a whole as a superpowered suicide—to the point that Death herself implies it is such—this story is critical. Because not only is it entirely about a superpowered individual succumbing to overwhelming depression, it is also possibly the very events that Death recalls when she makes her assumptions about the finale.

Urania “Raine” Blackwell was a human woman granted shapeshifting powers by the god Ra, becoming the superhero Element Girl. However, she soon found that her powers, which gave her an alien appearance, made her feel unwelcome in society, plunging her into deep isolation and depression, feeling completely unable to get through something as innocent as a spaghetti dinner with an old friend. She assumes that everyone finds her monstrous because of her bizarre appearance that results from shapeshifting into the other materials around her. She feels like there’s no way out of her extreme isolation from society, so she begs for death, but cannot commit suicide by usual means because her powers protect her from the damage that usual methods might inflict. She even smokes in the hope that maybe it could actually kill her, even slowly by cancer! One day, she actually encounters Death of the Endless, when Death is conveniently in Raine’s apartment building to collect someone else who’s died. Death heard her crying and decided to check up on her.

From the start, Death seems to be trying to hint Raine away from suicide. She gently suggests that Raine should learn to throw out her old faces—literal casts Raine keeps of her previous appearance to simulate looking human on the rare occasions she leaves her house—in what is clearly a hint that Raine needs to move on from the past and work toward the future. Death also patiently explains that Raine isn’t totally immortal; people with her powers DO die of old age eventually and gives specific examples. Raine shouldn’t be in such a rush, she implies. However, Raine refuses to listen, insisting that living to old age in her shapeshifting body would simply be “hell”, to which Death cuttingly replies, “You make your own hell, Raine.” When Raine completely fails to take even that most obvious hint, Death explains that Raine could also ask for Ra to revoke her powers and thus kill her. Raine immediately does so, and dies with a joyous expression on her face. Death seems clearly disappointed, but being the incarnation of death itself, simply tells Raine, “Have fun, better luck next time.”

Overall, the story seems generally neutral on suicide and death, which makes sense given that one of the main characters is the entirely neutral embodiment of death itself. Raine is shown to be at peace by the end, and truly glad to die and end her suffering. However, there is still the constant implication that she could have survived had she actually committed to changing her outlook on life or seeking some kind of treatment. Most of the bad things about Raine’s situation are never definitively proven true. She assumes that she must be completely unloveable, but we are never given confirmation her friends would actually reject her for her appearance/powers. Not only does the friend from the spaghetti dinner definitively have her own problems (being pregnant by a married man she’s had an affair with), but the comment that Raine uses as mental “proof” that the friend hates her appearance is shown to not be in full context.

One additional bit I’d like to mention, before I go on to how this ties in to interpreting the ending from Death’s point of view, is that Raine was made a superhero long after she needed to be, at least for people with her powers. Raine is specifically a metamorph, a type of shapeshifter made by Ra to assist him in the supposed eternal fight against the “undying serpent” Apep—but as Death explains, Apep was actually defeated thousands of years ago, but Ra never got the memo properly and thus keeps granting people superpowers in the hope of fighting a specific battle that’s long passed them by. I can’t help but wonder if this fact, rather flippantly recounted by Death as something of a fun fact, actually contributed to Raine’s choice of death. Not only does she have powers she doesn’t want, but the battle she was supposed to use them in happened LONG before she was born!

Okay, so now for the ending. I think when Death sees her brother at the end of The Kindly Ones, she is remembering Raine, and assuming it’s the same situation. Here, too, is another superhuman being, immensely powerful but horrifically socially isolated, who has difficulty forming connections to others or seeking a way out. Plus, while it’s clear that the decades in a fishbowl were bad for Dream in multiple ways, I can’t help but wonder if the fact that he sat out one of humanity’s most creative centuries made it even worse. He saw that humanity didn’t need him to dream…and perhaps, in Death’s view, he came to the same conclusions Raine did when she learned that she’d missed her powers’ intended battle by 3000 years. Death concludes that both Dream and Raine chose to die, and being who she is, must just neutrally accept the result. And, naturally, a large portion of the readers did the same.

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So Much For My Happy Ending - Corinthian x GN!Reader

Hey everyone! I am so sorry this is later than I intended, but I wanted to make certain that this was the best I could give you. This is a continuation of my first fic, Not All Dreams Have a Happy Ending, so if you haven’t read that one, I highly recommend doing so.

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TW: Reader has depression, and this is angsty. There will be tears. Please grab your tissues now.

Without further ado, the fic you’ve all been waiting for!

Some nightmares never seemed to end.

It had been three years since that night at the convention. Three years since Morpheus had removed the Corinthian from the waking world. Three years since (y/n) watched as the man they loved was violently ripped away from them.

The first year had been absolute torture. Everywhere (y/n) turned, they saw him. Various objects in the house, once belonging to their lover, would turn up at seemingly random times. They nearly broke down one day, about a week after the tragedy, when one of his shirts turned up in their laundry. Several months later, a pair of his sunglasses made an appearance from under their couch.

Each time, despair and longing filled them, and overflowed as tears poured down their face.

Daily tasks became chores. Even escaping the confines of sleep felt impossible.

Strangely enough, Morpheus had not seen to punish them for their association with the Corinthian. Or, maybe, perhaps, the King of Dreams that the now gaping hole in (y/n)’s heart was sufficient enough.

(Y/n) scarcely dreamed. On the nights that they did, the colors were too vivid, as if they weren’t meant to see them.

(Y/n)’s friends tried for weeks to help them get over the Corinthian, though, they would never understand the extent of their friend’s pain. They had simply assumed that they were suffering from a bad break up, not that (y/n) had witnessed the love of their life get turned to sand right before their very eyes. No, (y/n) couldn’t tell of the Corinthian’s true nature. They couldn’t tell them the truth about him, or Morpheus, or the Dreaming. They’d all think that they were crazy.

So, (y/n) passed their days in quite morning. Days bled into weeks, weeks bled into months, months bled into years. They tried to move on. They really did.They even, at the urging of their friends, went on a few dates. But no one compared to their lost love.

They were at their favorite coffee shop when it happened. The barista turned when she heard the door, and gave (y/n) a friendly smile.

“The usual?”, she asked.

(Y/n) hadn’t been back to that particular coffee shop in a while, not since their last coffee date with the Corinthian. They almost said yes, but stopped themselves. They frowned, having nearly forgotten for a moment that they stopped ordering for two long ago.

“Not today. Just the one please.”

The barista’s bright smile contrasted (y/n)’s now stormy mood. As they waited, they though they spotted a familiar figure tucked away in the corner.

“That’s impossible”, they thought. Before (y/n) could do a double take, however, their name was called. Unable to accept that fate would be so cruel, they claimed their drink, and left the cafe.

The rest of their day was spent trying to forget about it. (Y/n) had even decided to take a walk in the park to clear their head. They had almost convinced themselves that it was their mind playing tricks on them. It was the anniversary of that night, after all. It wasn’t possible that their lost love had returned to them. They were so lost in thought, that they ended up running right into someone.

“I’m sorr....”, their voice trailed off as they looked up. Their eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. They prayed that their eyes were deceiving them. They debated walking away, when he spoke.

“It’s no problem”, the Corinthian said, as his lips lifted into his signature grin. It was the same cocky smirk that he used to flash (y/n) all the time, especially when he was being a massive flirt. It took the rest of (y/n)’s willpower to keep from outright sobbing. They felt like the world was wobbling. It was either that, or their knees. The pounding of their heart echoed through their head as disbelief flooded their system once more. It was almost as if the universe was trying to prove how cruel it could truly be. (Y/n)’s theory was further proven when the Corinthian spoke again.

“Don’t I know you from somewhere?” he asked, voice laced with the same easy going charm that drew (y/n) in when they had first met.

“N-no”, (y/n) stammered, barely able to contain a heartbroken sob. No longer able to trust their eyes, they instead steeled their voice. “I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure.”

The Corinthian let out a small laugh. “Well, I suppose we’ll have to fix that, now won’t we?”

(Y/n) frowned, now more thoroughly confused than anything else.Was he really flirting with them? It shouldn’t have been possible. They thought back to the day that they had lost him. Everything had been going so well. Plans had been made for the new world that they were going to create together. (Y/n) remembered it all so clearly. The Corinthian stood upon the convention hall’s main stage, voice ringing clearly throughout the room. Promises of something new flowed from his mouth like a melody from a canary. The other attendees fell into their trance, dreaming their sadistic little dreams. (Y/n) had been dreaming too, just with their eyes wide open. They were dreaming of the life they thought they were going to have with the Corinthian. However, that dream quickly turned into a nightmare when Morpheus arrived. The King of Dreams wasted as little time as possible, despite the near desperate bid for time that came in the form of the Corinthian’s speech. Despite his best efforts, Dream of the Endless unmade his creation, all while (y/n) got a front row seat to his demise. But it was something that came afterwards that stuck out to (y/n) now. Something that Morpheus had said.

“Next time I make you, you will not be so flawed, and petty, little dream.”

A fleeting hope rose in (y/n)’s chest, one that they could not find the strength nor will to quell. Could it be that, after all this time, Morpheus had finally remade the Corinthian? It was almost to much to bear, and definitely to much to hope for. (Y/n)’s trip down memory lane was brought to a halt by the Corinthian’s voice.

“I apologize if that was a bit too forward”, he paused, waiting on their name.

“(Y/n), they replied. Despite the circumstances being too good to be true, if destiny saw it fit to bring him back to them, then (y/n) wasn’t going to let this opportunity go. So, they decided to match his energy instead.

“No worries. I was actually wracking my brain to make sure that I didn’t have any prior commitments.” They smiled back at the nightmare. “Are you free on Friday? Say, around eight?”, they asked. The Corinthian’s smirk grew.

“Sure am. How about this? You give me your phone number, and a decent address, and I will pick a place, and come pick you up?”

“Just as flirty and confident as ever”, (y/n) thought to themselves. “It’s a deal”, they said aloud, as they pulled out their phone. Numbers were exchanged, and (y/n)’s address provided, and soon, the pair parted ways.

Once (y/n) got back to their apartment, they immediately called their best friend to tell them the news. They left out the part were they were certain that it was their lost love, which left them some room to make up a few necessary details. They made plans to hang out the following day.

When (y/n) hung up the phone, they took a good look around their apartment. Every year, around the time of the incident, (y/n)’s apartment looked like a war zone. Laundry laid on the table, unfolded from days before. A trail of dirty clothes spanned the space between the bedroom, while a half eaten pint of now melted ice cream sat, opened, on the coffee table. And that was just the beginning of it. They nearly shuddered at the thought of everything they had to do before Friday arrived.

“At least I have a few days to get it done,” they muttered as they started up one of their favorite playlists. It was more upbeat then what they had been listening to recently, but it was a welcome change from the once near silence.

Time seemed to fly as order was brought to the once chaotic space. (Y/n) was so lost in the sound of the music, and the rhythm of their cleaning, that they almost missed the text that they had been waiting for. They paused their playlist, wanting to focus solely on the screen. (Y/n) breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the location for their little date. It was one of the newer, more casual restaurants in the area, one that they and the Corinthian had never been to. It greatly reduced the probability of someone recognizing them and asking unnecessary questions. (Y/n) shot a quick text back, letting him know that they were excited, and couldn’t wait to see him. They spent another hour or so getting as much done as they possibly could. A good portion of their apartment sparkled, and that in itself felt like a major accomplishment. After a quick shower, and a change of clothes, (y/n) headed off to bed for what would hopefully be a decent night’s sleep.

Meanwhile, across town, the Corinthian was having a dilemma of his own. The nightmare knew that he had once had another life, and he was grateful that Lord Morpheus had given him a second chance at life. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing. He kept a journal full of things that he remembered from his past. He knew that he wasn’t always willing to work with Morpheus. In fact, the Corinthian seemed to recall a time where he actively worked against the Dream King. Even though that was all in the past, there were just some details of his former life that couldn’t seem to stay buried. One particular thing kept coming back to him. Something that felt extremely important. A name. (Y/n)’s name.

It started out with just their name. Then a face appeared in his mind. The Corinthian had never really been an artist, not with pencil and paper, at least, but he tried. He lost count of how many sketchbooks he went through trying to get every detail right. Once he did, he had the image scanned, and spent endless hours trying to find them. And then, one day, he did. Quite by accident too.

It was the second anniversary of his remaking, and he was out enjoying his day. He stopped by a coffee shop that he had remembered as an old haunt of his.That’s when they came in. Part of him wanted to talk to them right then and there. But, a greater part of him understood that biding his time would be better. Besides, what would he even say to them? “Hey, I know you, you know me, let’s talk?” No. He was certain that would land him in a heap of trouble. He watched as (y/n) exited the coffee shop. They looked like they had seen a ghost. Which meant that they had probably seen him. The Corinthian sighed. He would have to lay low for a few days before he began his actual observations.

He decided that taking a walk would help him plan the next stage of his operation. The local park proved a decent place to do just that. And then, he ran into them. Or, more specifically, they ran into him. There went his chance at a low profile. (Y/n) had started an apology, but judging by the look on their face, they definitely recognized him. Worse still, they looked upset about something. As determined as the Corinthian was to leave as soon as possible, he found himself asking them the damning question.

“Don’t I know you from somewhere?” He mentally cursed himself. There was no backing out now, so he decided to roll with it. The stammered no that left their mouth told a different story than they were telling. He decided that direct recon was probably the best at this point anyway. So, he flashed them his best flirty smile, and asked them out. He was almost discouraged at the long pause that followed, but relief soon replaced it. Now, he had a date on Friday with the one person who could ultimately give him all the answers he needed. Soon, he would know just who (y/n) was. He’d also figure out what that warm feeling that was spreading through his chest was. But before that, he had to prepare for a very long conversation with his boss.

The following morning, (y/n) almost didn’t want to get out of bed. It had been to long since they had a peaceful night’s sleep, and even longer since they had a pleasant dream. It didn’t help that their dream involved the Corinthian’s memory returning and the two of them living happily ever after, and that was a dream they really wanted to return to. But, then they remembered that they had a day planned with their best friend. With a reluctant sigh, (y/n) threw off their covers, and got ready for their day.

The day past almost normally. Most of it was spent getting pestered in various locations for any information they could give on their date. (Y/n) couldn’t help but smile. Before they knew it, they were headed home, and extremely tired. As soon as they got to their apartment, they headed straight for their bed and collapsed.

(Y/n) began to dream, yet, it was unlike anything they had ever experienced before. Gentle sunlight, warm and radiant, bathed the world. Beneath them stood a bridge, which seemed to move as large ship passed under it. (Y/n) turn to their right, and beheld a marvelous castle. Or, perhaps ethereal was a better word for it. (Y/n) lacked the words to do it justice. They weren’t certain of their exact location, but (y/n) knew they felt something tug at their soul. Something fantastical and ancient seemed to call them, so they followed. They crossed the rest of the bridge, and entered the castle, following their feet and their instincts. They didn’t know what they expected to find, they continued anyway, only stopping when they heard voices.

“Are you sure bringing them here was the right decision, My Lord?”, a female voice asked. A familiar voice answered.

“Lucienne, the Corinthian came to me, asking about them. As King of the Dreaming, it is my responsibility to make sure my creations are taken care of.”

“Sir,” the woman who must have been Lucienne spoke, “while I understand the nature of the situation, I fail to see if it is truly worth the possibility of compromising the rest of the realm.”

“I wouldn’t have extended the invitation if I thought that they would pose a danger for even a moment.”

At this point, (y/n) had entered a large room, the back wall of which was dominated by a large stained glass window. Just in front of that, atop a twisted staircase, sat a throne, though (y/n) got the impression that it was rarely used. Two figures stood to the right of the staircase. One (y/n) had immediately recognized as Morpheus. The other, then, must have been Lucienne.

Morpheus turned towards (y/n). “Besides,” he started, “It would appear our guest has arrived.”

(Y/n) was almost to stunned to speak. Almost. “Am I in the Dreaming?”, they asked hesitantly.

“Yes”, Morpheus answered, dismissing Lucienne. “This is my realm, which you enter every time you sleep, though it is only now that you will remember it.”

“It’s rather splendid,” (y/n), causing Dream to smile. “May I ask why I’m here?”

“Certainly. I invited you here today because there is something I am curious about. I believe you have the answers I seek.”

Confusion was evident across (y/n)’s face. “And what information could I have that would interest you, King of Dreams?”

“If I remember correctly,” Morpheus began, “You knew the Corinthian before I had to unmake him.”

(Y/n) felt a stab of heartbreak course through their chest. Of course Morpheus wanted to discuss the Corinthian. They tried to hide the pain from their face and voice before they spoke. “I...”, they began with a shaky voice. Taking a deep breath, they began again. “I did, your Majesty”.

“I remember you from the convention center. You were the only one who wasn’t dreaming. Why?”, Morpheus asked, curiosity laced in his voice.

(Y/n) looked down at the floor, trying not to break down. When they answered, their voice shook. “He didn’t want me to get hurt.”

“May I ask what the nature of your relationship was? What were you to him that he would come to me, asking about you, and his previous life?”

(Y/n) was stunned. The Corinthian.... asked about them? Tears welled in (y/n)’s eyes, threatening to spill onto their face. It took several moments to form the words. A tear escaped as they finally found the courage to speak. “We were lovers, My Lord.”

“Lovers?,” the Dream King questioned. “My creations do not seek the companionship of mortals, much less lay with them.”

A white hot anger rose within (y/n). Before they could stop themselves, they were practically shouting. “And how would you know? You know nothing of what we had. You know nothing of the suffering I have been through the last three years because of what you did! All of the pain and heartbreak I’ve felt! You took him from me! And now, he walks the waking world, and he doesn’t even know who I am!” (Y/n) took a deep breath in an attempt to calm themselves. “And now, I have to live with the idea that he may not love me anymore. That he came back into my life after all this time, and that he’s just as likely to walk right back out of it. That he’ll walk away from everything. Or worse, he’ll choose someone else.”

Their heart was beating so fast, their chest could barely contain it. Several moments passed before they spoke again. “All I want is the Corinthian back. MY Corinthian. The one who knows me, the one who loves me.” They took one last shaky breath before they dared to continue. “Can you return him to me, King of Dreams?”

The silence that followed seemed to drag on for eons before Morpheus finally spoke. “I cannot”

“Then I believe we’re done here.,” (y/n) spat. “While I thank you for the invitation, I humbly request that you never summon me again”. They turned on their heels, briskly walking out of the palace, and leaving a slightly stunned Dream King in their wake. Once they reached the palace threshold, they awoke, the tears that they had shed in the Dreaming still staining their face.

Back in the Dreaming, Morpheus was deep in thought, though Lucienne’s approach quickly brought him out of it.

“They do not understand, Lucienne”, he said.

“Understand what, My Lord?”, the royal librarian asked as she approached him.

“That I cannot return the Corinthian to his former state. That it would compromise the safety of both my realm and theirs.”

“Surely there must be something you could do for them, Sire?”

Morpheus let out an exasperated sigh. “Like what, Lucienne? Even if I do return the Corinthian’s memories of this mortal, then what? They spend the next fifty, sixty, however many years that this mortal has left together, and then they die? And where would that leave the Corinthian? I cannot, will not have my creation suffer for the rest of eternity. I have already been forced to remake him one, I do not know if I can bear to do it again.”

Lucienne sighed before she spoke. “Perhaps you could ask Death for her assistance in the matter?”

“Ask my sister to make them immortal?”, Morpheus asked in disbelief. “And what then? I cannot allow the Corinthian to stay in the waking world. I may have need of him.”

“Perhaps they could stay in the Dreaming?”, Lucienne replied. The look on Morpheus’s face told her that he couldn’t believe what she was suggesting. Before he could reply, Lucienne laid a hand on his arm. “At least observe them together, My Lord. Then make your decision”, she removed her hand from Morpheus’s arm, and headed back toward the library, leaving the King of the Dreaming much to think about.

Friday rolled in without much fuss. (Y/n) spent the majority of the day finishing the cleaning in their apartment, wondering if they could get this version of the Corinthian to love them the same way they loved him. When eight o’clock rolled around, (y/n) stood next to the door, patiently waiting for the Corinthian to arrive. Several minutes passed, and (y/n) checked their phone as a knot of anxiety formed in their stomach. It was now 8:07. Dark thoughts spilled into their head. Had the Corinthian forgotten? Or, even worse, had Dream decided to unmake him again? It was 8:15 before they heard a knock on their door. Opening it, they found the Corinthian standing there, flowers in hand, and an apologetic look on his face.

“I am so sorry that I’m late”, he began. “A work thing came up, and then..” (y/n) cut him off.

“It’s alright. I understand. You could have at least texted me though.”

The Corinthian smiled sheepishly, which was a look that (y/n) had never seen on his face before. “I’ll remember that for next time. If there is a next time.”

“I don’t know,” (y/n) said playfully, “Depends on how the rest of the night goes.” They took the flowers from him, noticing they were their favorites. They smiled as they put them in a spare vase. “The flowers are a nice start though,” they said, and the Corinthian’s usual smile returned.

“Shall we then?”, he asked, gesturing towards the hallway.

“Lead the way,” (y/n) replied, exiting their apartment and locking the door behind.

The rest of the date went rather wonderfully. At the restaurant, they talked, and laughed, and ate. They didn’t notice the Endless entity that watched them from afar. Dream of the Endless sat near enough to hear, but far enough away so that he was less likely to be noticed. He sat alone at a table for two, observing the couple on their date. Though he knew that the Corinthian didn’t fully remember this human, Morpheus could still feel the love that radiated between them.

The seat across from Morpheus slid out from under the table, and a young woman sat down.

“And what brings you here, sweet sister?”, Morpheus asked.

“Am I not allowed to check on my brother?”

“I was merely wonder what could possibly bring Death to a place such as this, besides work.”

Death smiled at her brother. “This is purely a social call. I see you have a lot on your mind. Care to tell me about it?”

Morpheus sighed. “I seem to have a dilemma.Of what kind, I’m not fully certain.” As he said this, Morpheus gestured to the couple he was watching. Death followed her brother’s movements. She gasped.

“Is that the Corinthian?”, she asked. “What is he doing with a human?” Death had been well aware of the trouble the nightmare had caused for her brother. She also knew that he had been responsible for ending the lives of multiple humans. Death stared at Dream in disbelief. “Why? What’s happening here?”

Morpheus let out a sigh. “Apparently, he forged a bond with this human in the later part of his first life. One of love.”

“He fell in love?”, Death questioned. “I thought none of your creations could do that.”

“Neither did I”, Dream sighed once more. “He does not fully remember them, and yet,” he turned his head to look at his creation, and noticed that he was now holding the human’s hand. “He still seems to care for them.”

“Some forces are beyond even our understanding baby brother”

Morpheus’s lips lifted into the ghost of a smile.

“So, what exactly is your dilemma?”, Death continued.

“I find myself wondering if I should restore his memories of their relationship.”

“That would be a nice thing to do for the human, though I do see the dangers it could pose. Anything else?”

“Actually, there is one other thing.” Dream leaned back in his seat. “If I were to restore his memories and allow them to be together, his lifespan would greatly exceed their own.”

Death smiled. “And you would like for me to help with that?”

“If it comes to it.” Morpheus spared one last look at the couple, only to find them leaving, arms linked as they smiled lovingly at one another. This time, the King of Dreams truly smiled.

“I take it you’ve made your decision?”, Death asked him.

“I have”

“I guess I will be seeing you soon then.”

“You are welcome in my realm anytime, my sister”. With that, Dream of the Endless took his leave to prepare for the evening ahead.

(Y/n) had almost forgotten how wonderful the feeling that now blossomed through their chest could be. The Corinthian had suggested returning to his place to watch a movie he had rented, and (y/n) was more than happy to oblige. They sat on his couch, cuddled into one another, enjoying the feeling of being in each other’s arms. Warmth enveloped (y/n) and before either of them knew it, they were peacefully asleep on the Corinthian’s chest. A smile spread across his face as he held them closer. Neither of them aware of what lay ahead of them in the near future.

(Y/n) was rather upset to find themselves back in Morpheus’s throne room. They let out an agitated sigh as they looked over at the Dream King, who sat on the stairs before his throne. “Is there any particular reason why I’m here?”

“There is”, Morpheus replied. Sensing their annoyance, he raised his hand before they could speak. “I do not wish to argue with you. I have brought you here to give you a gift. A peace offering, if you will.”

“A gift? What could you possibly have that....”, their voice trailed off as a familiar figure stepped out from behind a nearby column.

“Hello there, sweetheart”, the Corinthian spoke.

(Y/n) couldn’t believe what they were seeing. Their body moved on autopilot as they rushed towards their lover, throwing their arms around him. They felt the nightmare’s arms snake around them, holding them in a tender embrace.(Y/n) felt tears roll down their face as they pulled away to look at him. “I....How.....Why?”, they had trouble forming words. With one hand, the Corinthian gently wiped their tears away as he continued to hold onto them with the other.

“Morpheus gave us a second chance, darling,” he said gently. (Y/n wrapped their arms around the Corinthian once more, as Morpheus began to speak.

“You were right. I did not understand what the two of you had.” (Y/n) turned their face to the Dream King, refusing to let go of their nightmare, afraid that he might disappear at any moment. Morpheus continued, “But tonight, I saw it first hand. Despite the Corinthian’s lack of memory, despite the separation of time, he still looked at you like you were his entire world.” Morpheus smiled as the Corinthian gripped his lover tighter. “And who am I to separate a dreamer from their nightmare?”

(Y/n)”s eyes widened. “Does that mean?”, they began, unsure of how to finish. It was the Corinthian that spoke first.

“Yes,” he said as he tilted their head so that they were facing him. “I may not remember everything, but I do remember you.”

(Y/n) beamed at the news. Moving their hands to the front of their lover’s coat, they gripped it tight, and crashed their lips to his.The Corinthian was quick to reciprocate the kiss.

A small cough reminded them of where they were. They parted, still holding onto each other, the Corinthian grinning like a devil. The King of the Dreaming spoke. “There is, however, a price to this gift.”

(Y/n) turned, and looked Morpheus dead in the eye. “Name it,” they said. “Whatever it is, whatever the price, I will pay it.”

“You would have to give up your mortality,” Morpheus began. “As the Corinthian is one of my creations, and as thus, cannot die, you would need to leave the waking world, and your mortality behind.”

(Y/n)’s eyes were as wide as dinner plates. “You...you could do that?”

“He can’t”, a female voice (y/n) had never heard before spoke. “But I can.” She stepped into the room, steps light and cheerful.

“My sister, Death,” Morpheus explained.

(Y/n) eyed her in disbelief. “You would grant me immortality so that I can be with the Corinthian?”

“If that’s truly what you wish,” Death replied, placing her hands in her pockets. “You’d have to leave your world behind though.”

(Y/n) turned back to the Corinthian, a loving smile on their face. They didn’t even have to think long before they reached their decision.

“For him, anything.”

“Then let it be done”, Death said.

The Corinthian couldn’t help himself. In one swift motion, he brought his lips to theirs, kissing them with every ounce of love and passion he had in his being. (Y/n) wound their arms around his neck as they returned the kiss, overjoyed and ready to begin their new lives together.

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