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boizandgurlzinthehouse · 7 months

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𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌, 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄

dream (morpheus) x sister!reader

summary: just scenarios about being dream's little sister.

warnings: nothing, maybe desire (?), but dream being EXTREMELY protective about his sister, that's all <3

– you're the youngest children of night and time, being born after a hundred years of the others. when you were born, the others were there, desire trying to play with you, but instead of letting them terrorize you, dream takes you in his arms, looking down at you. your wide, innocent eyes, the golden symbols tracing under your eyes on your soft skin, when you blink, it's like your eyes shine in golden for a second. "it's so peaceful... what is it's power?" death asked as she tried to play with her. their mother, night laying on the bed looked at them, then the baby. "it's a she, actually, dear. and she's hope. mortals gonna radiate in her presence, she'll bring light into the world." hearing these words, dream look at her mother. "mother, i..." mother night nodded. "i know, my dream. i trust you with raising her, look out for her. until she's strong enough to create her realm, she's gonna live with you."

– and from now on, dream takes you with him, and tries to give you everything. it takes a mere two hundred years for you to be powerful enough to make your own realm, but when you move there, you still spend much time in the dreaming.

– but enough from the specifics, get on the emotional side, shall we?

– dream being your brother and patron saint means that you'll be under heavy protection. he'll not let anyone harm you, and doesn't trust anyone to teach you things, except from lucienne and jessamy. as time goes by, you and his helpers, friends became a new family. you stroke jessamy's wings and feathers every time she flies to the realm of hope. "is my brother kind to you, little jessamy?" you ask from her, and you know that she's much more older than you, but you just love to bury your face into her feathers.

– after you create your realm (you create it in your dreams, how ironic), he's the first one you invite to take a look at it, and it's truly magical. dream smiles, and while he does that really rarely, in your presence, he lets himself to be happy. seeing your eyes full of shining from what you just have done, he strokes your head, giving you a hug. "i'm so proud of you, sister." besides taking care of your realm, you go down to the waking world merely often. from little things like growing the flowers of little children who believes that their tulips will grow before fall, to the big things like curing terminally ill people for the family members who's praying all day (especially that in the 1700s, there's no cure for a single pneumonia). when dream doesn't find you, he always holds the little object you gave him -a little bag of pearls, when they mix with the sand he blows out, your pearls lead him to where you are.

– like, after you picked up a baby bird from the ground, probably fallen off from it's nest, you feel a presence behind your back. stiffing a little bit, then turning and lifting your vile, weaved from gold and transparent like sunshine, you smile when you see your brother. if your vile is in front of your face, people can't see you, but if it's off, it's like you're just one of them.

– "dream! how are you?" your smile is so wide and honest, you never ever wonder when you find him coming after you; it's like you know that he's watching over you and will meet you. after helping the baby bird, you begin to walk with him. it's always unusual, you, a bright and little bit outstanding girl, and him, a tall, dark and pale man together is the duo who people turn after.

– you're always listening to him as you walk beside him, but when you're done with one of your missions from the thousands you planned yourself as usual, it's like he's the one who's asking you constantly (a/n: it's exactly the picture about a mama cat who's walking beside her kitten and looking at them). sometimes, when death is with you two, your trio is just sitting on a hill with some flowers in silence, dream and death talks about serious things, and when they turn to you, you place flower crowns on their heads you made during their conversation. then, you explain your thoughts, tilting the flower crown on dream's head back when he looks down for too long.

– dream protects you from desire of course, because he's convinced that everything his sibling says is a poison to your mind when you're adolescent. sure, when you're older, you meet desire, but you can be certain about the fact that your brother looks out for you when you're with them. looking seriously into their eyes, he growls, "if you dare to influence or persuade our sister dream to do anything, you'll never forget the day when you made that mistake. and has nothing to do with what's conflict between us, do you understand?"

– safe to say that when it comes to desire's intrigue with the vortex-story, dream considered that you're on his side of the family. he says that he's disgusted by desire, but deep down he fears that he's too strict, and one day you're gonna advocate beside them. and desire can make you do anything, even if it means that you sacrifice yourself for your family, because that's how much you love your siblings and humanity.

– dream takes great pride about how you think the same about humanity as him and death; helping them, walking among them and serving them, not laying all day in your realm and doing nothing but only bad (like desire).

when you are together, it's like you're joined at the hip –and on one side, it's better than anything, but if something bad happens... then the two of you feel it.

– (yeah, now is coming the sad part, it's also a little oneshot)

when dream gets caged in, maybe you're too young or too immature to the feelings and your family, but as much as you search for him, as much as you ask for everybody around you, they don't know where he went, you just don't understand. your first thought is that he get away because of you. and that he doesn't love you anymore, and he rather stays away from his family than to see you.

for thirty years, you cry in your realms and don't dare to go to the dreaming. your creatures try to reassure you that it's not your fault, but you're relentless. other twenty years goes away with calling him, but he just don't answer –the most painful in the whole thing that he hears you the entire time... he just can't respond.

then, after god knows how many time, you stand up one day, and think 'wipe your tears off, hope. dream would talk about his problems, especially with you. if my brother doesn't want to come to me, than i'm going to find him'. and with this, you collect your objects that gives you power, and you go down to the dreaming. walking to lucienne, you keep your veil on your hair, like a bride. "lucienne, where is jessamy? i need her to find my brother." lucienne looks at you with so much apology in her eyes. you feel your heart tighten, but you don't know yet. "my majesty, i fear to say this, but... jessamy didn't come back from the waking world." hearing this words, your lips began to tremble, and your eyes became foggy. "no... but, then... is my brother still down there?" you ask, trying to come over with the worst news you could hear. "yes, my majesty. as good as i know, my lord is still down in the waking world."

you nod, then walking out on the big gates, you walk as fast as you can, lucienne is running after you. "my majesty, what is your plan, you are safe here, don't go down there!" with tears still in your eyes, you spread the veil in front of you face. "lucienne, i fea that if i don't go down there, maybe my brother will never come back. i just lost my best friend, and the dreaming is fallen apart, but i will not lose my brother. so please, take care of the dreaming as you did until now." you tell to her, and with this, you spread your arms and let yourself fall down on the edge of the dreaming into the deep border of the realms and the waking world.

after a few weeks between the mortals, you've found the house where your brother was held as a prisoner. sneaking into the house with your vile on, you tried to find out where he could be. as soon as a feather fell into your hand from somewhere, you felt like a string is bound to your heart, and you knew you had to follow it before the feeling disappears. walking down to the lower hallways that seemed like the basement, there was a lock on the steel rods. "oh, come on..." you whispered, as with only a touch, the lock fell down. when it happened, you wanted to come in, but two uniformed people, a man and a woman ran towards you. they didn't see you, and you reached out your hand, giving them happy visions, one of your ability. as they fell to the ground, looking around... there he was. your brother, naked, without any protection against the waking world. dream was sitting there, but he looked up for the noises. at the sight of him, your heart began to beat fast; he spend the last hundred years here? without any help? and what have they done to jessamy? killing and harming were always usual in your life, as you saw it in the mortal world, but it was still a little bit foreign to your soul.

running to him, falling to your knees, you touched the glass as you brushed down your veil. you saw on his face that he didn't believe you were there. "it's me, brother. it's me, hope. how did this happen? who did that to you?" slowly, dream placed his hand on the glass, just on the spot where your hand was.

"hope... how are you here?"

"i couldn't find you, did you think i'm letting you be away for so long? i'm sorry i didn't begin to search for you sooner."

"my sister, it's dangerous for you to be here. they killed jessamy, and they surely want to kill you too." you shook your head, searching for something sharp or rough, something you could cause yourself harm with. "hope, it's not worth to hurt yourself. i'll find my way out from here, just-"

"no, i'll help you. the only option for me to go home is with you. so, could you please crawl a little bit back?" if you hurt yourself, your energy would radiate and explode things you pointed onto. this will hurt, but it will heal. what's never could heal is the hole in your soul from pain, that you let your brother rotten here longer. closing your eyes, you cut deep into your knee, and when the pain was unbearable, you turned to the cave with a closed mouth. it's the strongest of you're direct, and when you begin to scream, the glass cave crashes down to the smallest pieces. it hurt, sure, but destroying something and the knowledge of freeing your brother somehow eased your pain. touching his face with your bleeding hand, drops of your gold blood is falling to the ground. "dream... come on, let's get out of here, let's get to the dreaming." letting your pearls float into the air, he helps you stand up as the pearls begin to form a tornado.

and with that, your journey to get back his objects began.

should i make a part 2? when dream and his sister travels trough the realms and get back his objects.. i'm excited about it, write down your thoughts <3

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myoddessy · 2 years

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MIRRORBALL | dream of the endless

pairing: dream of the endless x goddess of love!reader

summary: you went by many names. cupid, aphrodite, venus, freyja, some simply called you what you were, love. but, to morpheus, you needed no name other than his, and in the dim light of a ballroom, he admires your glow.

notes: morpheus + taylor swift = my happiness, even if most of it is sad. you're safe with this one, though 💞 agápi means love in greek, it's only used once but you can pry the thought of fiddlers green using greek words as terms of endearment for those he truly cares about from my cold dead hands.

warnings: no show/comic spoilers!!, angst (mild), fluff, they're so in love it's sickening, fiddlers green is my fav and you can tell.

word count: 1.7k

the playlist.

"are you alright, dear love?" fiddlers green questioned, pulling you from your stupor as you ran your finger across a daisy's petal.

"yes, as always. why do you ask?"

"well, and please forgive me for being frank, you seem somewhat reserved today. you are usually full of stories after blessing day, and you've been silent since you've joined me." you wished to deny it, but he was right.

blessing day, what mortals called valentine's, was your busiest dawn. be it weddings, proposals, births, confessions, or simple matchmaking, almost every mortal across the waking world had some form of request for you. and, just as fiddlers green had said, most years you were bursting at the seams with adoring anecdotes.

you told him of every arrow you'd strung, every vow you'd guided, every first kiss you'd officiated, and he listened gladly. besides, there's not much he could do to stop you from talking.

what was different this year, however, was their thanks for your gifts, or, in this case, lack thereof.

you were all too aware of the fact that mortals did not rely on you, and you were far more dependent on their faith than they were on your blessings, but the mere whisper of a 'thank you, cupid' was enough to tide you over. but this year, there was nothing. they took your heart and cracked it open, passing the spoils of your gifts around.

you were too fond of them to be vengeful, empathy bleeding into the resentment until you forced yourself to forgive and move to the next thankless blessing.

"i suppose i just feel like i didn't help enough people today." you toyed with your fingers with the nervousness of a child in trouble.

for the first time in centuries, fiddlers green scoffed at you. "i am absolutely certain that that is not the case, my dear. i can guarantee that when the waking world rests, i will see countless of romantics pass by, all because of you."

you smiled at his praise, and in the way the trees swayed, you could sense his pride in lifting your spirits. you took a deep breath and lay down, blades of grass tickling your face. "am i naive?"

"i'm not entirely sure what you mean."

your brows knitted together in stress. "have mortals always been selfish and i've been too blinded by their beauty to realise it?"

"ah," he began in realisation, "i take it thanks were few and far between this year?"

"i dont mean to sound spoiled or gluttonous, but i give them so much. all i wish for is some sort of acknowledgment before i'm pulled in all directions by those in need of a blessing."

"i do not think that mortals are inherently selfish, and i do not think that you are either. what i do believe that mortals are, is close-minded and excitable. you give them so much joy that they struggle to process it, hence your artists and poets who channel your inspiration into a vessel to carry your gifts." his voice was gentle, as if he were speaking to an injured fawn, and you relished in the comfort of his consoling. "you work yourself too hard, agápi. the guilt of failing to achieve the unachievable is far too much for anyone to carry, especially someone as reliant on emotions as you are."

"i feel like i'm invisible to them when they don't want something." your throat tightened and tears gathered by your waterline. "i fear that soon, i'll run out of love to give them."

fiddlers green swore that, in that moment, he could feel the tender scales of your heart tip ever-so-slightly towards the coldness that came with being callous. he knew you were a fragile being. not weak, never weak. he had seen the power your gifts granted every realm and the effects that withdrawals of your grace had on now-tarnished lands. but fragile in the sense that an antique vase of the finest china was fragile. it was beautiful and glorious, but if it was handled too harshly, it would fall to the ground and shatter into a million shards.

as the embodiment of love itself, you were blessed with an open mind, but cursed with a bleeding heart. you felt everything for everyone tenfold. if a mortal wept, you cried for them. if a faerie giggled, you laughed alongside them. you carried the burden of enough love to bring light to hell and were forced to spread it across worlds, lest it grow too much to handle and your porcelain face cracked.

before he could respond, he sensed a new presence enter, and heard a voice to match it soon after. "my love?"

you hastily wiped away a few stray tears before standing and spinning to face your lover. "my dream." you sighed happily, a smile of sheer elation growing at the mere sight of him. he stepped towards you and took your hand in his. with a kiss to his cheek, you felt the rock in your chest lighten.

you were beautiful. this, morpheus knew. in fact, everyone knew that. it was plain to see in the statues and sketches and sonnets and songs created in admiration of you and as odes to your honour that morpheus was far from alone in his infatuation with you. but instead of feeling jealous and attempting to steal you away from the twinkling eyes of the masses, he was more than willing to fall to his knees alongside them as your unwavering devotee.

your hand rested intertwined in his as the golden hour light bounced off your face and made morpheus' breath hitch, not even attempting to hide his blatant staring.

"how was your day?" morpheus had a putrid hate for small talk, but blessing day was full of stories, and he'd give anything to revel in your voice.

"awful."

oh.

he stopped in his tracks, hand still wrapped around yours, even tighter now. his jaw was set in concern and his face was taught. "who has upset you?" he stood closer to you, free hand cupping your face.

"the waking world, but i find now that it's hardly their fault." you tugged on his hand and continued walking, practically dragging morpheus in tow. "they are not to blame for their purpose. they are vessels of love and life, my duty is to fulfil and guide them. their lives are improved by me, my life depends on doing what they need."

with your words hanging tensely in the air, morpheus swore that he knew your feeling of a bleeding heart. for when yours ached, his stopped completely, and he would damn the waking world if it meant your smile would reach your eyes again.

"but what is it you wish to do, my love?" his hand held your gently, as if he were afraid you'd shatter with the confrontation of not conforming to someone else's wishes.

centuries of morpheus by your side flashed before your eyes. picnics in lavish renaissance fields, archery ranges by nomadic campsites, feasts in royal courts. but one distinct setting stood out in the forefront of your mind. your heads bowed, a kiss pressed to the back of your palm, a brilliant ball gown, and dancing.

"i wish to dance."

he smiled, a half-turned quirk of his lip that danced with amusement that almost screamed that he knew that's what you would say. "then dance you shall."

you felt the soft gust of sand sweeping around you both, and by the time it settled, a laugh of pure elation escaped you.

weighed down more than before by your gown. a milky-white bodice with delicate intricacies of golden lace, butterfly sleeves barren, bar the gold hem that lay flat against your skin when you moved your arm to marvel at it. a corset of similar design resting at a comfortable tightness and adding extra flair to the full circle skirt. morpheus watched with a silent smile as you admired your dress, finding himself more focused on your beaming grin than the garment itself.

but far grander than your dress was the ballroom you found yourself in. the smallest tap of your shoes resounded through the high arching ceiling and bounced off the art-filled walls. marble pillars supported its weight, and a large crystalline chandelier hung from the centre of the ceiling, each fraction of light reflecting off of its surface and leaving minuscule rainbows on the walls in their wake.

you turned to morpheus with awe and gratitude written on your face, your breath hitching when you found him already staring at you with more adoration than you'd seen in a thousand mortal valentine's days. he stepped closer to you, took your hand in his, bowed slightly, and with a cheeky glint in his eye asked, "may i have this dance?"

with a laugh, you too curtseyed, agreeing with a simple, "why, yes, kind sir, you may."

and all at once, you heard it. soft piano paired with violin as morpheus led you in a dance you'd walked through hundreds, if not thousands, of times before.

but this night, this dance, seemed different. they way morpheus looked at you, the way he held you, made your power grow and your chest swell. you could feel the love he had for you, and it was borderline overwhelming. a mere minute of his presence, of what he felt for you, was enough to tear the pieces of your being from the ungrateful hand's of mortals and piece it back together with the utmost care.

so caught up in thoughts of him, and only him, you hardly realised you were still dancing until morpheus spoke again. "you're glowing."

"pardon?" your brows furrowed and you huffed a laugh.

his smile widened. "you're glowing." he repeated, happier than the last time. you looked down to where your hands met, and your eyes widened when you saw that you were, indeed, glowing.

it had happened only once before, during your wedding, and a roseate hue surrounded you for the full day. you assumed that it came from the fulfilment of being completely, hopelessly, and utterly in love. you looked to morpheus' eyes again and smiled. it made sense that you were glowing now, of all times.

"you truly are a wonder, my queen."

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dutchess-of-fear · 8 months

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Sweet Treat For A Sweet Dream

Morpheus x GN!Reader

You were having difficult fallen asleep for three nights and you couldn't get to sleep, when your worried boyfriend decided to visit and want to help,

Hope you enjoy this little story, I sometimes has also difficulty sleeping at times and thought of making a little story of Morpheus helping you finally having a good night sleep

You were tossing and turning and couldn't really sleep at all, it had been the third night you hadn't had any sleep at all, you tried everything to fall asleep, but nothing had worked out.

You toss the duvet off you're body as you got up and marched into the kitchen making yourself a cup of tea, you were so busy trying to make yourself some tea that you hadn't noticed Morpheus, your boyfriend standing at the doorway to the kitchen, "Having trouble sleep, my sparrow?" You jumped and turned around, holding a hand over your chest as you gave him a death glare, "at least announce yourself before giving me a heartattack?" You turned around and finished making your tea before sitting down as Morpheus joined you.

Yes your boyfriend was literally the King of Dreams and Nightmares, you know you should ask your boyfriend to help you sleep by giving you those sand that he carried, but you are quite stubborn and had dealt with this before and you did feel asleep on your own so you never asked for his house.

But Morpheus has been worried, he hadn't seen you for a while, Lucienne said they must be busy with College and they be in the dreaming tonight as its the weekend, but it's already half past eleven and Morpheus didn't want to wait anymore.

So he decided to visit into the real world and see how they been doing,

You ask Morpheus what was he doing here as he reached for your hand looking at you with worry in his eyes,

"I am worried about you my sparrow, I hadn't seen you in the dreaming for a while" you did always love how Morpheus always wants to make sure you are happy and make sure you are safe which always warmed your heart with love for him.

"Do not worry my love, I'm just having a little difficulty of sleeping but don't worry, I be fine" you say as you busy looking at your empty cup as Morpheus knew he need to help his darling, even when he knew they is going to be stubborn about having help,

"My sparrow, you want me to help-" "no Morpheus I don't need help, I can get to sleep without the sand" You answered while you began to clean your cup, but Morpheus held your wrist gently as he wrapped his other hand around your waist stopping you from cleaning,

"My Sparrow go to the bedroom, I'll make you something that will help you sleep" He gently say, you try to protest but he interrupted you "my dear, please let me help, you look absolutely tired" you knew that you can't win with him, as he has his way of making you cave in as you nodded your head,

He smiled softly as he kissed your hair as you reluctantly moved away from Morpheus, you asked what he was thinking of doing as he looked around the kitchen and found what he was looking for,

"well, I have heard that cinnamon tea is said to help you sleep, so I make that for you my Sparrow" you couldn't help but smile with glee as you hadn't had cinnamon tea for a while, you ask him to add a bit of honey in your tea as he hum in acknowledgement.

You sat up in your bed as Morpheus came with your Cinnamon tea with honey, you couldn't help but quickly take it out of his hands, he softly chuckled at the excitement of having the tea,

He went round the bed and sat next to you as you enjoyed your sweet delicious tea, "you know maybe I should ask you more often to help me sleep" you looked over towards your boyfriend and smiled, his eyes slightly lighten up as he kiss your check softly, you began to blush from that as he smirked before taking the cup from your hands and set it down on the table next to your side of the bed, leaning over you body.

With how the position was you're face began to grow bright red with the minute as sinful thoughts began to appear in your mind as Morpheus looks at you,

He looks at you like he knew what you were thinking but it quickly change when you suddenly yawn as you're eye became heavy, he chuckled as he brush your hair gently out of your face, "come on my Sparrow, time to sleep" Morpheus got out of the bed as he gently tuck you in the bed as you smiled as you dreamed of wonderful and sweet dreams.

He couldn't help but gently kiss your forehead "have sweet dreams my beautiful little sparrow" as he then went back to his kingdom to meet you there in the dreaming

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thethreeeyed-raven · 8 months

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Don't have the emoji for smut but I had a request that involves it: Reader isn't as experienced with sex as Morpheus is and is nervous about taking their relationship to that level; he assures them that they will get better at sexual things as they gain more experience and that he doesn't mind teaching them.

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the kingdom of dreams | warnings : insecurity, talk of sex, mention of past bad experiences, mention of past partners | a/n : hopefully you enjoy reading this, tysm for requesting☺️💗 | tags : @knight-of-flowerss , @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom | dream of the endless playlist

You and Morpheus had been seeing each other for a couple of months now. Your relationship was quite strange.

Usually people this far into a relationship would have done something even a little sexual by now, but Morpheus hadn't even seen you naked.

The only thing he had seen remotely revealing was your ankle (he won't admit it gave him a bit of a rush you know where).

Morpheus had begun to notice that every time he brought up the idea of sex you would completely ignore it and change the subject. Or when he would try and seduce you, you would always shy away from his touch.

Quite frankly, it hurt his pride.

Did you find him revolting?

Currently, you and Morpheus lay on his bed cuddling. None of you were saying anything, just basking in each other's presence.

His brain had been gathering thoughts and inventing new insecurities all day, it was making his head hurt.

"My love."

Morpheus' voice was quiet and soft.

"Hmm?" You replied, your eyes still shut, taking in his scent.

"Do you-" Morpheus hesitated before carrying on. "Do you not want me?"

Your body shot up and you looked down at him in shock. "What on earth makes you say that?"

"You never want me to touch you, or even look at your bare body."

The sadness in his eyes caused a terrible ache in your heart.

"Do you not love me?"

Taking his face gently in your hands, you pressed a subtle kiss on his velvety lips. "Dream, I love you more than words could ever describe. I guess my bad experiences in the past have caused me to shy away from doing anything sexual."

"Bad experiences?" Had someone hurt you?

"No one has ever really satisfied me before, everyone I've been with was only ever concerned about getting a good fuck, so I don't really know much about sex besides the basics." You shifted your gaze from him, embarrassed.

"Darling," Morpheus rose himself gracefully. "I have had many partners in the past, I do know a thing or two." A smirk painted his face before it turned into a soft smile. "I know that I'm not great at communication, but know all you have to do is ask."

Dream leaned in and pressed a fleeting kiss to your neck.

"Thank you, my dream."

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unabashednightmarepizza · 10 months

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My biggest celebrity crush Tom Sturridge looking fine in shootings of Sandman Season 2.

You know what this mean?

A continuation of "Home to You"!

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darkened-writer · 2 years

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imagine| Adoring Veneration

summary || ❝Would you have me dust my knees in the white powder of the snow, just to apologize to you about my lack of faith? Or the way I pray to you?❞

pairing || Morpheus x Worshipper!Reader

word count || 1,405

warnings || Morpheus being a sexy, stubborn, horny, immortal mf.

notes || @beautifulbows924 inspired this fic with her works with Worshipper! Reader! So please, go check out her fics about the concept!! Also, this fic is heavily inspired by Cirice by Ghost, so go take a listen to the song!!! And enjoy.

For generations, upon generations, your family line had a very vast presence within religion. Not any normal religion however, but one worshiping a group of entities known as the “Endless”. Your ancestors were keen on these mysterious beings, but your family had adored one endless in particular. Morpheus, Oneiros, Dream, Lord Shaper, Dream of the Endless.

Plenty of imagery of Oneiros’s ‘haunting’ figure lingered within childhood memories. Painted walls of your childhood room adorned with sand like specks and an ever-looming black shadow. He was, without a doubt, a force to be reckoned with based off of the tales your mother read to you before bed.

‘He knows of your deepest dreams, and your most haunting nightmares.’

But as you grew up, into teenagehood, rebelliousness struck swiftly. You denied the claims of any “endless”, shunning the once child-like love for the Sandman away with anger. It had brought great pain to your elders, but within the rage of rebellion grew a curiousness as you were never aware of his watchful eye.

He watched you grow.

Watched you grow angry and distasteful.

And even in your dreams, he contemplated why you would stray from your family’s worship of him. Were you going to be the end of the family tradition? Was he simply not good enough for your endless devotion?

You grew into a stunning young woman, personality to match it all.

And he grew even more keen when he witnessed you looking into a box within your own walk-in closet.

It was a large, wooden chest-like box, carvings of runes on the edges of each side. They read, ‘Worship and Adoring Veneration’. The contents of the inside being filled with altar materials for him. Black and white candles, a small pouch of sand, strawberries preserved in a vastly tight bag, and a dagger that glittered with the shine of a stone in the grip, a Dream Stone.

You were lighting the candles with a lighter, repeating the prayer that he had heard for years upon years, and he felt a smile tug on his lips, feeling foreign but right.

“Oh, gentle King of Dreams, Honor me with your presence, Morpheus, ruler of Dreams and Nightmares. Bless me with pleasant dreams and comfort the nightmares of mine within your care. Bring peace to those within disarray, and comfort to those with no hope.”

Oh.

The blouse that was sat around your figure was now being slid off from the shoulders, your fingers gripping the pouch of sand as you began to sprinkle the individual grains across your chest, head lent backwards; eyes closed.

“Hail Morpheus… and Praise be…”

Your voice was laced with the erotica of creme and vanilla, Morpheus’s own self shuddering at the view.

What has made you change your mind about him? How were you so sure that he was listening to the prayer being uttered by your saccharine lips?

Perhaps he would toy with you and cause a bit of mental chaos.

The notebook sat on your desk suddenly flipped open, rousing your eyes to open at the disruption.

“Wha…-?”

A slam, as the paper finally settled and stood still, but the discoloration of the pages alarmed you from afar.

“Go to the paper… and be enlightened, my precious acolyte…”

You didn’t tell yourself to move and yet, your body moved on its own volition towards the notebook.

Sand was everywhere across the desk, almost set upon to show a design, and you had recognized it immediately. It was a recreation of Morpheus’s helm, although poorly done, it was still vivid. And the words scrawled onto the paper sent a tremor up your spine, the haunting feeling from your childhood suddenly ever more present.

‘I’M REAL AND I’M LISTENING TO EVERY PRAYER THAT PASSES THROUGH YOUR LIPS’

Ever since the message was scrawled down within your home, you had felt as though you were being watched. Not just watched; but inspected, taken apart. You never felt truly alone for any moment at all. And that fact truly instilled fear within you.

Morpheus, the Lord of Dreams and Nightmares was frighteningly real.

And while finding this out was frankly terrifying, you still carried on with your days; committing to worship before you were to sleep. And like you had asked, he had blessed you with many precious dreams, of great happiness and pleasure.

He really was always listening to your praises, and that struck a question.

Had he been watching you all these years? Even when your faith wavered?

Hopefully, he would show himself to speak truly face-to-face.

“Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?”

The winter landscape came into view within a moment’s notice, the haziness making you immediately aware that you were within a dream. Was this of his creation, on purpose?

The particles of snowflakes fell down gently, settling onto the already covered ground. There was a green fence to your left, painted with what seemed to be many coats of paint. The pale blue sky was nostalgic and reminiscent of many winter mornings, walking to school wrapped in a warm coat; nose reddened from the sheer frozen air. But what had caught your eye was the bright streetlight. The light bouncing off of the pure white of the snow, making your eyes squint.

“Hello…? Morpheus of the Dreaming? I recognize the feeling of sleepiness here… I know you sent me here for a reason-...!”

The area was dead silent except for the crunch of the snow against the shoes you had on. Your nose felt like it was going to fall off, along with your fingers that lacked gloves. Cold and distant, just like the Endless.

“You’ve intrigued me, acolyte. Years of inactivity within worship and suddenly you are willing to give your body to me.”

You turn to the streetlight, eyes widening at the difference of Morpheus’s dark robes compared to the snowy ground. He was striking, skin pale like the ground and yet he looked as beautiful as the books had drawn him to be.

“How could you have really known if I was real, hm? You were practically serving yourself on a silver-platter for an Endless you didn’t believe in. Seductive to the air.”

His tone was harsh and yet as you walked closer to him, the feeling of being picked apart arose once again. You liked to watch you, the way you move, the way you carry yourself, it was alluring; the pinnacle of humanity’s lustful grace.

“Would you have me dust my knees in the white powder of the snow, just to apologize to you about my lack of faith? Or the way I pray to you?”

He scoffs.

“You really think that would be enough, acolyte?”

“Surely.”

His pale fingers wrapped rather tightly against your clothed shoulder, arousing a shudder from your form. You oozed power and yet, he could make you weak with just a touch.

Down.

He pushed you down until your knees were thoroughly submerged within the snow, the wetness seeping into the once dry fabric of your pants. His gaze looked down upon you, while you looked up at him with a feeling of.

Lust?

How could you feel these scandalous and unbecoming thoughts about him of all people. He was an Endless, a being to be worshiped with words and offerings. Not the flesh of the loins or the offering of one’s bodily autonomy.

“My lord… I apologize for my absence within worship. If you’d allow me too, I’d like to show my adoring veneration for you.”

Your voice was like sliding honey across toast, slow but sweet; sultry but coarse. It could bring any man to his knees; it could bring any man to shed their clothing and submit. But was he just like any human man?

“I have no desire for your… services. You may offer me regular offerings made just like your ancestors before you. Pray to me every night before you sleep. And maybe, just maybe, I can forgive you of your transgressions.”

“Yes, my lord. Anything for you, your majesty.”

His once rough hand was now on your cheek, thumb caressing the skin of your cheekbone with a deep caring.

“This Dream is over.”

A gasp, sweat covering you head to toe.

And the feeling of his hand on your shoulder, the coldness of your knees within the snow; it all lingered even in real life.

Praise Be, Hail Morpheus.

#xreader #fanfiction #morpheus x reader #the sandman #dream x reader #neil gaiman #the sandman comics #the sandman x reader #sandman x y/n #sandman imagine #morpheus dream #morpheus #dream the endless x reader #dream of the endless #tom sturridge #tom sturridge x reader #possible part 2?

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We Ain't Angry at You, Love, You're the Greatest Thing We've Lost - Dream of the Endless Imagine [The Sandman]

Title: We Ain't Angry at You, Love, You're the Greatest Thing We've Lost

Pairing: Morpheus | Dream of the Endless X Dream!Reader

Based On: You're Gonna Go Far

Word Count: 1,638 words

Warning(s): Morpheus being a dick, mention of bullying/mistreatment

Summary: After the events with the Corinthian and the Dream Vortex, many thought that Morpheus may have run out of any remaining kindness and leniency. However, they were gravely mistaken. It simply took a well-intentioned dream to prove it.

Author's Note: I think I've changed this song's story about four times. I'm sorry. Everything just felt repetitive.

STICK SEASON [WE'LL ALL BE HERE FOREVER] - NOAH KAHAN WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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After Morpheus went missing, I had been consumed by a deep fear that I would never be able to find a sense of purpose for myself.

It wasn't until a few years later that I finally allowed myself to leave the Dreaming behind me. It was terrifying at first. It was still largely unknown to me. I had to adjust and learn. However, once I started to do that, it was as if all of the puzzle pieces snapped into place.

I had never known peace like I did during my time on Earth.

For nearly a century, I had crafted myself a perfect home. I had established relationships and connections. I had become a fixture.

For the first time, there was a purpose for me that did not feel forced. One that did not leave me feeling burnt out or angry. I was able to merely exist and be enough for those around me.

Yes, there were hard times. I didn't age like humans did. There were times when I would need to move in order to avoid them figuring that out, but then I got to find a new web of people to connect myself to.

It was everything to me.

I had thought about what my life would have been like if I hadn't been confined to the Dreaming, but getting to actually experience it was... perfect.

It was a shame that my perfection was so cruelly interrupted.

I had no indication that anything was wrong as I walked into the small place that I had grown to call my own.

Maybe that was my fault. Maybe I hadn't been paying enough attention. Maybe spending my time in this realm had left me blind to the signs of my old one.

That was the only explanation I had for not being prepared to see Morpheus standing in my living room.

I jumped when I saw him. It had been a century. I had been under the impression that he wasn't coming back. I had convinced myself that I was perfectly safe here because Lucienne hadn't tried to stop me and I had spent so much time here.

It may have sounded foolish, but I wanted to believe it.

"Morpheus," I said quietly, still trying to grapple with the fact that he was alive and standing before me.

"Hello, (Y/n)," he replied.

I stepped inside quickly, shutting and locking the door behind me. "What are you doing here?"

"You abandoned the Dreaming."

"So did the Corinthian," I countered as I set my stuff on the dining room table. "Surely, he is of more importance than I am."

Morpheus's jaw clenched. "I have a plan to take care of the Corinthian and the harm that he has caused."

"The Corinthian has done nothing short of living up to the limits and purpose that you defined for him," I continued. "His work extended to the world of the waking, but you are the reason that he has been able to do such a thing."

"He is not important at this moment. You returning to the Dreaming is."

"Did you not also abandon the Dreaming," I asked, ignoring his statement almost entirely. Delaying the inevitable, but I had no interest in calling it that at the time.

"I was imprisoned," he corrected. "I had no escape for a century. You chose to run out of selfishness."

"Yours was due to imprisonment, mine was out of necessity,"

"Lucienne was watching over the realm. You were safe there."

"I was not when you were in power. Your absence did not change that for better or worse. All that changed was the crumbling of buildings."

He paused for a moment. "I do not understand."

"You never wanted to," I muttered. I crossed my arms and stood in front of him.

"Explain it to me. Tell me why you felt it was so necessary to abandon any and all responsibility that you had."

"Your other dreams and nightmares tormented me as much as they tormented the humans that they had been assigned to," I said bluntly, stepping forward as I did so. "Are you truly shocked that I decided to leave when I knew that it would be safe for me to do so?"

Morpheus had no answer to my question. His jaw merely clenched and his back straightened, as if making himself taller would cause me to step down from this argument.

I shook my head. "You need to go-"

"Regardless of the reason, you have a purpose in the Dreaming," he replied. "You will not abandon it."

"You have been gone for a hundred years, you have no right to demand things of me-"

"It would be wise of you to remember your place," he cut me off. I felt as if the blood in my veins ran cold. "You may return on your own or I will ensure that you do."

"Lord Morpheus," I scoffed. "How could you possibly be so selfish-"

My words were cut off as a cloud of sand surrounded me. It felt as if I had no opportunity to realize what was happening before I was suddenly standing back in the Dreaming.

It was darker than I remembered. Colder. It was clear that some work had been done since it had started to crumble to pieces years ago, but something was still very clearly wrong.

I would have been more worried about the state of the realm if I had not been so consumed by my anger.

I still had a million things to say to Morpheus. Explanations and accusations and pleas. All of them equally important... and all of them going equally unheard.

I had relented to bothering him and Lucienne. I had been told over and over that there was no time. That I needed to get back to what I had been created for.

But I had experienced so much beyond that now. I couldn't just let it go.

I was upsetting them. I knew it. It was a shame that I didn't feel any guilt over that.

It wasn't until the dust settled around the Corinthian's actions and the Vortex that Morpheus ever decided to speak with me.

I walked into the main hall with my heart almost in my throat. I tried to calm myself down. It wasn't going well. I had been so angry before this. So focused on his refusal that now that I would be able to talk to him, I lost every argument that I wanted to make.

Terrified felt like both a word that was too intense and not intense enough.

When I made it there, he was standing at the top of his stairs, staring up at the large stained-glass windows in the room. I took a deep breath.

"You asked to see me, sir," I called.

Morpheus turned around and began walking down the steps. "Yes. There is a discussion that needs to be had."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "What about, sir?"

"About your place here in the Dreaming," he replied.

"Oh?"

"When I sent you back to the Dreaming, I was focused on rebuilding the realm," he explained. "It had fallen apart during my absence, and I knew that returning the dreams that had escaped would aid in returning it to where it was meant to be.

"I understand now that my actions were selfish. My assumption that the world would be the same as it was before my imprisonment led me to ignore the wishes and knowledge of those who cared for me and the realm as a whole. The results were heartless. Blind."

I didn't respond. I was still uneasy about the meeting. He stepped forward a bit.

"The Dreaming was never as kind to you as I wished it to be," he muttered. "I am sorry for not addressing that. For not protecting you as I always should have."

"Thank you," I murmured. Having him acknowledge it would have been enough for the time being. However, that was not the only thing that Morpheus had to say.

"I wish to send you back," he continued. "Back to that life that you had made for yourself in the waking world. If you will allow me to do so."

I felt tears fill my eyes. "Sir, are you being serious?"

A small grin formed on his face. "Yes."

I let out a breathy, shocked laugh before quickly moving forward and hugging him as tightly as I could. I had forgotten any formal behavior or respectful actions in that moment. I almost pulled back and apologized but was stopped by him hugging me back and chuckling to himself.

"Thank you," I murmured.

"You have nothing to thank me for."

I stepped back slowly, smiling fully at him. "When can I leave?"

"Whenever you are ready."

"Now?"

"Are you ready now?"

"Yes."

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a handful of sand. "Well, then I believe that the only thing left is to wish you good luck."

"Thank you, Lord Morpheus."

He nodded to me once before holding out his hand and blowing a handful of sand at me.

I closed my eyes as the sand swept up around me. As the wind died down, I opened my eyes again. I found myself in the hall of my apartment building.

I smiled again before rushing to the door. I found my spare key under the welcome mat and quickly made it inside.

I let out a sigh as I looked around. Everything was exactly how I'd left it. It was all perfect. Not a speck out of place.

I chuckled to myself as my tears filled my eyes.

I had never known peace like that before.

And I would never be more grateful that I was finally given the chance to experience it.

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Heya

Could you write a Tom sturridge one where the reader is also in sandman and is doing press with Tom? And they’re not yet dating, but they’re friends and very touchy (or maybe they’re like fwb, but not dating yet)

Idk, something like that

Oh yes I CAN!

Interview | Tom Sturridge

Sumarry - Tom and Y/n in an interview together, can you imagine the chaos that would be?

Pairing – Tom Sturridge X Actress!Reader | WC – 519

Notes: You guys are asking me SO MUCH more stories with Tom Sturridge, but don't worry I'll do it.

"I can't believe I'm here with You guys" The interviewer says fanning himself with the papers.

"Oh thank you." Y/n says smiling and Tom smiles too.

"Did you meet during the recordings?"

"Oh yeah, maybe you don't know but Y/n was a huge fan of mine you know? I'd even say she was obsessed with me, and it was even hard to make the recordings since she was looking at me all the time." Tom says making Y/n roll her eyes, and the interviewer laughs.

"Don't do that Tom, we all know that's a big lie."

"We know?" Tom says wiggling his eyebrows.

"Do you have any embarrassing moments to remember?" The interviewer asks and they both look thoughtful.

"Oh yes!"

"Y/n please no." Tom says holding Y/n's arm.

"Come on Tom, this is great."

"No, it is not!"

"Shortly after we met, Viviene and I went out for drinks at a little bar, so when Tom arrived he looked at me very surprised and said 'Are you old enough to drink?' That was so funny." Y/n says and Tom laughs remembering the scene.

"Oh come on look at that face!" Tom says pointing to Y/n.

"Tom I'm almost your age!" Y/n laughs and Tom hides his face in his hands.

"Oh my God!" The interviewer says laughing.

"He kept apologizing to me afterwards." Y/n says still laughing and taking Tom's shoulder.

"I personally am addicted to the interaction of your characters." The interviewer says to Y/n and Tom.

"We love our scenes together too." Tom says looking at Y/n.

"And it looks like your fans do too since there are a million edits of you out there."

"Really?" Tom says surprised.

"Yes you would know if you had a phone." Y/n says teasing Tom.

"I have a phone!"

"Yes, let's pretend we believe that."

The rest of the interview went well, with lots of laughs and memes, and when it was finally over, the two said their goodbyes to the interviewer and went backstage.

"Hi kitty come here often?" Tom says coming to Y/n's side with a bottle of water in his hand.

"Only when you're not." Y/n says teasing Tom.

"Ah." Tom says putting his hand on his chest.

They smile and look at each other fondly.

"How many more interviews do we have?" Tom asks taking a sip of water.

"Until we die."

"If it's with you, fine." Y/n pushes on Tom's chest making him laugh.

Tom looks around seeing that everyone is too distracted to pay any attention to them.

"So you…want to go out tonight?" Tom asks awkwardly.

"With whom?" Y/n says teasing him.

"Oh you are a difficult woman I see." Tom says bringing his face closer to Y/n's.

"Only for goths with blue eyes." Y/n says and gives Tom a kiss on the cheek.

Tom smiles and sees Y/n walking away.

"Is that a yes?!" Tom screams.

#tom sturridge x reader #tom sturridge #sandman x reader #the sandman #morpheus x reader #dream x reader

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𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖚𝖘 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊

❏ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Morpheus x reader

❏ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff

❏ 𝐰𝐜: 1.6k

❏ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: The handsome (possibly otherworldly) stranger you met on one faithful night has helped you with your insomnia for weeks. How could you not fall for him? ... Whoever he may be.

❏ 𝐚/𝐧: This was very impulsive and I’m still getting used to Dream’s character so sorry if this sucks, I had a silly idea and I ran with it :)

❏ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: me being down horrendously for Tom’s whole... everything🥺i just think he’s dreamy ❤

Sleep rarely comes easy for insomniacs, like you.

So you find ways to remedy that; melatonin, exercise, changing schedules, etc. The most successful measure so far has been to simply go for a walk. Though it gave you terrible anxiety to step outside your home at night, at first, you soon grew accustomed to it.

Safe was not the way to qualify the way you felt, after a while of doing it almost every night. But somehow, it began to bring you comfort in a strange, routine way.

That was until the shadow of an unknown man nearly scared you half to death.

He was tall and lean, physically nonthreatening, but what scared you was not the fact that he was before you or what he looked like. It was something more unusual.

It was the way his eyes gleamed like pearls in dark water, the way the shadows warped around him like a black hole. And how, after a few steps, it was all gone. He looked as human as all the other ones that passed by you at night.

Who knew he'd stop beside you and start a conversation in the most ominous way possible… you did. You knew he would.

"You're having trouble sleeping." He stated, not asked, stated, voice deeper than the ocean and as gentle as its waves lapping at the shore on a peaceful morning.

You stopped, compelled by his sureness and his velvet smooth tone, turning to the side to watch his back, "How-" you sighed, "Is it that obvious?"

Thinking for a moment of the impressive eye bags you must be sporting you realized that yes, it is that obvious. Not realizing it was too dark for anyone to be able to see that.

“Somewhat. I can help with that.”

From then on, your solitary walks became not so solitary due to the company of the mysterious stranger. He didn’t give you a name, but then again you didn’t give him yours either. Though it somehow felt as if he already knew.

You'd talk for as long as it took for you to get sleepy, which wasn't long, at the beginning. It seemed like his presence alone was enough to null your insomnia almost entirely, leaving you just enough energy to walk back home and flop unceremoniously onto your bed.

Then, as if getting used to a medicine, you began to feel it later, allowing the two of you more time to talk, about everything and nothing at all. About the secrets of the universe and what you did for work.

He didn't mention many things about himself, he spoke of others much more than of himself. He spoke of his sweet and patient sister, an unruly employee, a friend he hesitated to call a friend.

You didn't know much about him, but not for lack of trying, he just seemed unreasonably good at dodging your questions or giving you just enough to be satisfied. Sometimes your own body betrayed you and you started feeling incredibly tired just as he got ready to give his answer.

No matter, you valued his companionship more than answers. So you didn't dare push.

Today, you don't show. As your friend arrives at your usual spot, he catches no sight of you, feels not your presence around.

Three gentle knocks on your door make you jump, wiping at your cheeks while standing up from the bathroom floor. Who could it be at this hour?

You open the door to see your companion of sorts, standing deathly still in his black coat with his arms at his sides.

He'd helped you home before, so it isn't too surprising to find him here now. The surprise comes from the fact that he cares.

He's never been too forthcoming about his feelings, especially his feelings for you. Part of the reason you're so upset comes from that, exacerbated by your awful day.

"Are you alright?" He asks in that voice, sweet and warm like melted chocolate, and you nearly break all over again.

"Yes, yeah, just… very bad day."

"Would a walk help?" He offers almost sheepishly, an expression so soft and vulnerable and so unfamiliar on him.

But yes, a walk would indeed help.

Side by side you walk silently, down the same path you always take. There are less people around tonight; it makes the silence thicker, at least to you.

The man goes to speak, before a droplet of sky falls upon the tip of his nose, followed by a barrage of others.

You giggle as you bring up a hand in front of you, palm up to catch the rain, which promptly slides off your skin. The terrific timing amuses you, as if the sky is crying for you.

"We should get back inside." He offers gently, hesitantly grasping the sleeve of your jacket to pull you back slightly. You look up at him with wide, reddened eyes and a sad smile. His tender stone heart breaks at the sight.

"Let's have some fun first."

You grasp his hands directly, only slightly startled by how cold they already are, and pull him this and that way, awkward but joyous.

It makes your heart sing. Almost makes you miss the look in his bottomless blue eyes. It stops you in your tracks.

He looks at you not with pity but something close to it. Not condescending but hoping to comfort, to share your pain. Compassion? Perhaps commiseration?

Either way, it makes your smile falter as he steps closer, impossibly close, so that his breath is felt upon your skin when his rose lips part to let it through.

"I know what you've been through, not just today. Your dreams have shown me all of it. So why do you deny it? Why do you hide it, even from me?" He speaks so low you feel as if you shouldn't be able to hear him offer the pouring rain. But you do, with startling clarity. His words somehow find a way into your ears without issue, as if spoken directly into them.

"Why would you care?" You don't acknowledge how impossible it all sounds, that he knows. He makes you believe it, "I mean, I don't even know your name, we're basically strangers!"

Your forearm twitches with the intent to pull away, but his grip tightens when he senses it. He wouldn't let you even if you tried, he will not let you run from this.

"Does it matter? Do you really need something as superficial as a name to believe that I care for you? As if I haven't kept you company every night for weeks?" The wetness of his gaze is not due to the rain drenching both of you. He's hurt and the knowledge that you've brought forth such a powerful emotion on his marble features makes you falter.

"I- I don't need it. But it'd feel better to call you something other than 'stranger'." You offer meekly, wishing to make yourself small as a mouse beneath his unwaveringly serious gaze.

"Then tell me, if I give you my name, will you believe that I care? Will you call upon it when you need me? For whatever the reason. No matter how small?"

"What- Why? How?" All he needs is one meaningful look as his hand slides to your cheek, saying ‘Trust me’, without the words.

You search his expression for a moment, taking in the way his hair seems just as wild as before despite now being drenched. You linger there because you fear what you may find in his gaze now.

When you look, you find his eyes to be not icy as before, but more akin to a calm sea, lapping at the sand as gentle as a lover's touch. There's so much emotion you feel as if you could try to take it apart for eternity and still not understand the depths of it.

But you see it there, that spark of what you'd hoped so dearly you'd one day find in his gaze. Fondness. Adoration. Love.

"... I believe you."

The corner of his mouth tugs upward past the spot where you think it'd stop, where it's always stopped. You never thought you'd see him smile so wide.

He leans even closer and you hold your breath, "And you'll do as I asked?"

What a tease.

"Yes, I will. I promise." You speak hurriedly, leaning as far into him as you can without him realizing. Of course he does, by the smug smirk tugging at the corner of his pink, plump, kissable lips…

You're put out of your misery soon enough. When those wonderful lips finally touch yours, slowly, moving like satin across your own.

The rain continues to slide over you both, creating waterfalls that drip into your mouths along with the love you pour into the kiss. Your hand runs through his now soaked hair, grasping at his coat with your other hand as you lose yourself between his lips. He’s relentless, as if he’s been waiting to do this for weeks, which he might’ve been.

Pulling away feels like Hell on Earth. You cling to his form just a little longer, hoping to change his mind about pulling away, even though you desperately need the air it’s provided you.

His forehead rests upon yours as he opens his impossibly blue eyes while you try to keep down your shivering from being soaking wet from the rain.

“My name is,” he begins slowly, low like a secret meant only for you, “Morpheus.”

You blink for a second before the name settles inside your mind. And like a stone tied to a string, it pulls at something else, “Like- like the GREEK GOD?!”

#the sandman #sandman x reader #sandman x you #sandman x y/n #morpheus #morpheus x you #morpheus x reader #tom sturridge #tom sturridge x reader #dream of the endless #endless

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Lord Morpheus X Male Reader X Winchester Brothers

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Authors Note: ITS FINISHED 😩 Took my sometime to complete it but here is the supernatural and sandman crossover that I said I was going to write! I hope you enjoy it because I sure did!

Summary: Sam and Dean are struggling with saving a child’s life who had fallen into a coma, causing Reader to look into it and help the brothers out, only to find out that this situation is needed by Dreams help, the only one who can know and help the child.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, mentions of Matthew, Sam and Dean being chaotic, past trauma, mentions of death, gault the dream, mentions of the Corinthian, Jack is god, Dean never dies and Lives a happy life, Johanna Constantine, Reader is a mage, judgmental dream.

Word count: 5k

It was snowing in London, winter had arrived and the streets were full of snow. Not many people went out due to the cold weather, remaining indoors and away from the harsh cold winds. Y/n had flown from the states to London in order to help an old friend out. A necromancer that only asked for his help whenever it came towards certain artifacts or creatures that needed to be dealt with. He was the only one who’d come to help that old friend of his, the two splitting up the pay and having enough to fly back home after his work was done.

“Men of letters.” He hears Johanna scoff, tossing some things aside in her office as she rummaged through the mess. Y/n had grown used to her dirty office and the amount of stuff that she kept was ridiculous but he had no way of judging her.

“What about them?” It’s been a few years since he was claimed as a men of letters, working with the Winchester brothers on hunting down such vile creatures that hurt others, sometimes allowing them to live if they deserved it. After Jack took over as god the amount of supernatural disasters have died down, focusing on clearing up the world and making changes. The kid was busy with his own duties but still made time to visit the brothers every once a while, remembering that they took care of him and raised him together.

Johanna Constantine chuckles, on her hands and knees as she looks underneath her desk, shoving books aside along with other material. Y/n rolls his eyes at her messy stare again. “I met one of them a few years back—never wanted to kill someone so bad.” She grunts, pulling a book out and smiling in victory. “Anyways, I didn’t trust them at all but I can say that I trust you now.” The necromancer stands from the floor, dusting the book in her hands as she hands it to him. “Your reward.”

Y/n takes the book in his hand, smiling softly as he reads the tile and checks the inside pages. The book was in good condition and he won it over after his job with Johanna. “Thank you, Constantine. I’ll let the boys know that you miss them.”

“Please—tell that to either of the two and I will kill you.” She threatens, pointing a finger at him. Not wanting to admit that she too, cared for the boys. “Run along now, before your flight takes off without you.” She ushered him out of her office and towards the front door of her flat. Y/n laughs under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief as he tucks the book in his own bag, keeping it secured.

“If you ever need my help again, don’t be afraid to call.” Y/n reminds her, giving her a quick wave and leaving her flat before she decides to change her mind and take the book back. When he steps out of the building he takes notice of the snow falling, extending his hand out as the small flakes land on the palm of his hand, quickly melting in his warm hands. He smiles softly to himself, stepping into the empty streets, street lights on as they guided him down the dark streets. Y/n’s flight back home was a private one, having enough to afford the flight in order to return back home to the Winchesters. He had invited the brothers to join him but Dean still had a fear for flying and Sam couldn’t leave his brother behind, the two were a package deal and if neither could him then they’ll have to stay. Y/n didn’t mind their decision and understood why they would stay behind, after everything they’ve been through they deserved a break, finally.

Y/n continued to do his own work, helping out necromancer or any other magic user that asked for his help. He couldn’t refuse their pleading and would jump into the task, getting things done and getting paid enough to afford his living and some food too. If he was generous he’d sometimes finish the task for free without any charge, not really needing the money.

When he reaches the bus stop he’s quick to check the time, making sure that he didn’t miss it since he was alone, waiting. He lets out a breath, pulling his coat tight against his body, trying to escape the cold and find some warmth in his own clothes. His gaze is focused on the falling snow that he doesn’t hear the sound of flapping wings.

“I found you.”

Y/n is startled at the cheerful voice, looking over his shoulder to see Jack Kline sitting on the bench, arms crossed over his chest as he shivers from the cold. Y/n chuckles and slips his coat off, sacrificing his only coat in order to keep the god warm. He steps over and placed his coat over Jacks shoulders, smiling at him from underneath his scarf. “What brings you here, Jack? Shouldn’t you be back in heaven managing work?” He questions, raising a brow.

Jack sniffles, slipping his arms through the coat sleeves and adjusting. “Actually, I wanted to check up on you—you see, while you were gone both Sam and Dean were struggling with a hunt—I would jump in and help but I’ve been busy so, I wanted to see if you’d like a ride back to the brothers? Perhaps help them?”

Y/n stares at him with a shocked expression not knowing what to say. He’s seems the brothers deal with many hunts before, good and bad, nothing ever stopped them from finishing the job and never gave up. But, with Jack appearing and asking for his help caused him to worry, afraid that it was something they aren’t able to finish.

“Is it bad? Are either of them hurt?” He’s quick to question, thinking of any possible way that they’d be hurt or in trouble.

“Don’t worry, it’s not bad just—difficult to solve.” Jack shrugs his shoulders, reaching out to take his hand into his own, giving a shy smile. “Let me take you home.” He offers again.

Y/n sighs in defeat, how could he refuse him? Before, Jack took the title of god he was the one who helped the poor kid with his abilities, become his only close friend and someone he could trust and talk too. Jack always approached him when it came towards human life, asking about the way humans function and what he can do to be like them. The kid was still new to everything and to suddenly become god must be weighing him down a little.

“Of course.” Y/n says with a faint smile.

In a blink of an eye he’s standing outside the bunker, back in Kansas. It wasn’t snowing there yet but the night was still cold, harsh winds blowing the two. Jack had returned his coat back to him, wrapping it around him as he gives a cheerful smile. “Take care of them, please? They’re all I have.” Jack cared deeply for the brothers, the two raised him and taught him everything. He sees them more as parents then brothers, loving them deeply and caring for them too.

“I will.” Y/n promises, giving Jack one last smile before the god disappears. He shivers from the wind, standing alone in the empty street as he makes his way inside the bunker, unlocking the door and pushing it open. He’s greeted by the warm air, sighing in relief as his tense shoulders relax. Once he closed the door behind him he’s quick to remove the scarf and coat, opening the second door that stood in his way and into the bunker where he stands on top of the stairs, looking down at the two brothers who sat on the table, surrounded by books and open computers.

“Hello boys.” He calls out, getting their attention. Sam is the first to sit up from his seat, smiling at his presence. “Welcome back!” He greets in return as Y/n walks down the steps, setting his coat and bag on the empty chair next to Dean. “It’s good to be back—actually I have to make a quick call.” He reminds himself that he’s to cancel his private flight and to pay the pilot too.

“So, what you do in London?” Dean is the first to ask, shutting the book in front of him and tossing it on the table.

“The usual.” Y/n responds, texting away in his phone and sending a message to his private pilot instead and sending the money through before turning to face Dean, smiling at him. “Johanna says Hi.” Both Sam and Dean had only met Johanna a couple of times, usually by coincidence but her and Dean got along very well.

“Did she gets me anything?” Dean grins, wiggling his brows as he holds his hands out, expecting a gift from the necromancer but instead is handed a dollar from Y/n. “Mm, nope.” He pops the P, smirking at Dean. “But, I did get something for Sam.”

This gets the youngest brothers attention. “You got me something?” He’s confused but also surprised by this gesture. Y/n unzips his bag and pulls out the book that Johanna gave him as part of the reward. He hands Sam the large book as he explains. “Johanna found another book by the men of letters during her own time. As you know she despises them—expect us, of course.” He chuckles. “She wanted me to take it and thought you’d like it.”

Sam holds the book in his hands, flipping through the pages that are full of records and information about the groups previous hunting and research. “Wow, thank you.”

“Nerd.” Dean mumbled out, pocketing the dollar as he focused back on his own reading. Sam rolled his own eyes, attention back to the book that he was given. Y/n hums in satisfaction and glanced at their work, raising a brow at what they were researching. “What’s all this about?” He takes one of the books, reading through the open pages and looking up at the two brothers.

Dean is the first to speak up. “We got a call from an old friend, telling us that one of his kids was having strange dreams—probably nightmares. We thought it was something normal since everyone dreams until the Kid fell into a coma.” The older Winchester sighs deeply, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Before she fell in a coma she told her parents that she kept seeing a lady with butterfly wings and an hour glass that slowly counted the hours.”

Y/n tilts his head, confused but also intrigued. “How long had this child been in a coma?”

“About a month.” Sam cuts in. “She wasn’t sick or showed any signs of being put in a coma. The kid was perfectly healthy and the next day she’s in a coma.”

“They think it’s a Baku,” Dean shows him another open book of an animal like creature. “That can’t be right, a Baku protects the dreamers and leaves once the evil is gone. No, that can’t be it.” He mumbled, reading the passage and frowning at the research. “No, this is something else it’s not a Baku it has to be something else.”

“Well, what else could it be?”

Y/n thinks and asks himself what else it could be that is causing the child to fall into a coma. His eyes widen, coma, that’s it! He scrambled to take Sam’s laptop without asking, getting a surprised ‘hey’ from him as he types away. “Is it possible that she has the sleepy sickness?”

“The what?”

“The sleepy sickness, it happened back in 1926. Hundreds of children including men and women fell into a deep sleep, never waking up. Not a single doctor or nurses could wake them up.” He explains, shaking the brothers the Research he pulled up online.

“Do you know what caused the sickness.” Sam asks, interested but still confused.

Y/n sets the laptop down, frowning deeply. “Yes.” He knows what caused the sickness and realization brings a deep worry in him. “I need to contact someone—if I even can.”

“Whoa, slow down.” Dean placed his hands on his shoulders, stopping him from going anywhere. “Who do you need, Sam and I can help.”

“Yeah, we promised this friend that will help his daughter.”

Y/n sighs to himself. “It’s complicated.”

“Come on, y/n. It’s us—“ Dean gestured to himself and Sam. “What isn’t ever complicated that we can’t understand.”

Dean was right, both brothers have seen and been through everything and knowing about something new wouldn’t change their perspective about everything. The two were always up for a challenge and knowing about this issue that they suddenly had a hard time handling.

Y/n looks at the two brothers, nodding at them as he sits down, gesturing to the empty seats that the two brothers take, sitting down and ready to listen.

“Rodrick Burgess was a magic user back in 1926, using his books and spells to try and summon death. Rumor says that he didn’t capture death but instead something far more evil and dangerous—people claimed that he captured the devil himself, keeping it locked away in his basement and being granted immortality.” He explains to the brothers. “Burgess was known and famous for the capture of the devil, but not everyone knew that his words and stories were all lies. He never captured the devil nor death, instead he captured something far more different and powerful.”

“What did he capture?” Sam asks.

Y/n glanced at him, grinning a little. “A dream.”

“A dream?” Dean raised a brow, not buying it.

“Well, not exactly a dream, but The dream—Dream of the Endless, Lord Morpheus, King of Dreams and Nightmares, The Sandman.” Y/n takes notice of Deans expression changing into a surprised one before laughing. “The sandman? Seriously.” He wasn’t believing him.

“Yes Dean, the sandman. Rodrick Burgess captured Lord Morpheus for a hundred years and during that time the sleepy sickness came to be in the twenties, because of Burgess greed and foolish acts he endangered humanity causing the death of many innocent lives. Without Dreams humanity can crumble.” His soft eyes harden, sharply turning to Sam. “Sam when you first started hunting with your father and Dean you had nightmares constantly, right?”

Sam swallows nervously. “Yes.”

“And did they ever go away?”

“I—not really no.”

“That’s because Morpheus wasn’t released until recently, returning back to his realm after a hundred years. Your nightmares remained—tell me, what did this nightmare look like?” Y/n leans forward, elbows on the table as he propped his chin on his hand, eyeing Sam as the poor brother grows uncomfortable.

“I don’t know.” He’s quick to say.

“Did he wear sunglasses? Perhaps wore a tailored white suit who came up to the victims and threatened them with a knife. What color were their eyes?”

Sam’s eyes widen at the memory of the nightmare, shocked that Y/n knew exactly how they looked liked. “He didn’t have eyes he had—“

“Mouth as eyes.” The two day in unison, shocking the younger brother. “How did you know that?”

“Because I met him, his name was Corinthian. A very troublesome nightmare.” Y/n remembers the Corinthian, pesky little nightmare who brought terror to many dreamers but he couldn’t do anything to stop the nightmare. He was Morpheus greatest creation and who knew if the Corinthian will ever be created again after the disaster and trouble he caused.

“Look, If you want my help with this child then I have to find Morpheus or get his attention somehow.” He stands from his seat and collects the books around him, hoping to use them to find a way to summon Morpheus. “Out of curiosity, did you see or feel anything when you saw this child?” He hopes to find something that’ll get his attention and help them faster.

“Nothing really, room showed nothing unusual. Parents were doing fine.” Said Dean, shrugging his shoulders at the younger man. “There was a crow though.”

“A Raven.” Sam corrected Dean. “Same thing.” Dean shot back but Sam glares at his own brothers. “No it’s not—“

“A raven you say?” Y/n cuts in, earning a nod from both brothers. This causes a smile to grow on his face, dropping the books and collecting his coat. “Drive me there.” He demands the two brothers, not giving them time to protest as he makes his way to the garage where he finds the impala and quickly jumps into the back. Both brothers quickly get some warm clothes on and start up the impala, Dean driving them out of the garage and onto the road, driving them to their friends house.

It was mid afternoon and the streets were empty, humans working and doing their own things while they continued on with their hunt. The ride their took a few minutes, giving Y/n the time to think about his next step. It’s been awhile since he’s last spoken or seen Morpheus, the dream lord far too busy handling his realm and duties. After Y/n heard about the Burgess stories he grew curious to know more, leaving the Winchesters brothers on their own, parting ways and finding his way to London. Finding out that the stories and rumors told were semi-true as an Endless stayed trapped in the old man’s basement.

Y/n had found a way to slither inside the manor, taking a job and sneaking into the basement where he finds Dream of the endless, locked away in a glass globe with no clothes on, exposed to the guards that watched over him every night and day. That same night that he found Dream was the same night that he freed him, knowing that the endless wouldn’t hurt him unless given a good reason. After Dream was given his freedom again he had disappeared from his life only to show up again in less than a day to ask for his help on finding his tools and repairing his kingdom.

During their time together they grew close, changing dreams perspective of humans and how not everyone was considered cruel. He stuck by Dreams side until it was his time to return back to the Winchesters.

“Will I see you again?” Morpheus was the one to ask him.

“Perhaps in my dreams.” Was his only response before the two went their separate ways.

It’s been months now since they’ve last spoken and Y/n had seen Morpheus in his dreams, perhaps the endless was far too busy to pay him a visit but hopefully he’s able to see him now that a friend is in trouble. When they arrive to the house, impala parked on the side of the road as Y/n steps out, followed by the two brothers as he looks at his surroundings.

“What are you looking for, exactly?” Dean asks, slipping his hands in the pockets of his coat and leaning against the car as he watched him. Sam does the same, crossing his leg over the other and leans over to whisper to Dean. “Sure he hasn’t gone crazy?” Dean snorts.

“For a raven.” Y/n answers, eyes casting from the trees to the roof of the house, stepping closer as he squints his eyes to see a familiar black raven perched in front of a window hiding behind a tree. “Matthew?” He calls out.

The ravens head perks up at the sound of his name, head turning and tilting.

“Matthew!” He calls out again, waving his hand at the raven. The creature doesn’t think twice as he flies away from the window and towards Y/n, landing in the white wooden fence. “Well, well, I didn’t think I’d see you again, mage.” The raven ruffled his feathers while Y/n chuckles at Matthews words. “Mage?” He questions.

“What? I don’t know what else to call a magic user let alone a cool one that actually knows how to use magic, unlike Constantine.” Matthews voice is full of dislike towards the name, still not having a liking towards Johanna after the struggle they had with regaining Morpheus’ sand.

Y/n rolls his eyes at the raven. “I’ll accept mage, for now.” He challenged the raven to find him a suitable name the next time they meet. “Anyways, I’m here to speak with Morpheus, is he to see by any chance?” His eyes gaze into the ravens dark eyes, hoping to find a trace of the dream lord.

As Matthew concentrated on seeking Morpheus both Winchester brothers watched with wide eyes while Dean opened and closed his mouth when he heard the raven speak with Y/n. “Are we going to ignore the talking raven?!” He exclaims, startling Matthew as he shakes his head. “I can feel him in my head—still not use to it.” He caws at Y/n, glancing at the two brothers. “They with you? If not then I made a huge mistake and the boss won’t be to happy.”

“They are with me.” Y/n reassured the raven not wanting him to get into any trouble. Matthew caws again. “Good, don’t want to be in any trouble…again.” Even though Morpheus had grown to like his new companion it still didn’t mean that he couldn’t get into an trouble and get away with it.

“It’s alright, if Morpheus is too busy then I understand i won’t bother him anymore.” Y/n gives the raven a faint smile, not wanting to pressure Matthew into focusing his boss to see him.

“I’ll never be to busy to see you.”

The familiar deep and soothing voice gets his attention, turning around to see Lord Morpheus himself standing only a few feet away from him. His hands inside his black coat and with a rare faint smile on his face, one that he’s only seen once. “Morpheus.” Y/n says his name like a prayer.

“Y/n.” Morpheus says back, letting the familiar name slip from his lips as the two finally reunite after some time apart. “You called for my help.”

“I did.” He turns to the two brothers, clearing his throat as he introduced them. “This is Sam and Dean Winchester, family and close friends of mine.”

“Yes, I know who they are.” Morpheus narrows his eyes at them. “I’ve read their stories and dreams various times, one of my dreams has a liking towards that one.” His main focus is on Dean who squirms in place. “I’m sorry, but did you say Dream?”

Morpheus doesn’t respond, stoic face coming back again as he eyes the brother up and down. His intimidating gaze frightening him even more until they shift to the older one, Sam Winchester. Morpheus had also read his dreams, gaze softening, the dream lord had seen his dreams and nightmares, mainly nightmares and couldn’t help but grow a little disappointed at the taller man. He was shown his true nightmares by the Corinthian for years, hoping to encourage Sam into confronting them in his real life but he never did. In the end he continued to fear, taking up years of courage to finally face them.

“What kind of help were you seeking?” Morpheus ignores the brothers and focused back on Y/n, ready to help him in any way possible. “There is a child who I need to look into.” Y/n starts. “She fell into a coma a few days ago but before she did she mentioned a dream she was having—a women with the wings of a butterfly.”

Morpheus huffs out a faint chuckle, turning to face the house where the child lies in bed, sleeping. Matthew had flown to his side, landing on his shoulder after gaining the trust of the dream lord and granted permission to do so. “Gault.” He simply says.

“Your nightmare?”

“Not anymore, I have turned her into a dream for it is something that she wished, wanting a new change.”

“Wait, what exactly this dream doing to the kid?” Sam is the first to ask, getting the dream lords attention. “Gault has the ability to shift into any form, taking the shape of what the dreamer desires most. She brings them good dreams.” Morpheus sighs. “Gault reports me the dreams that she gives the child and she is happy and at peace within the dreaming.”

“I thought dreamers couldn’t enter the dreaming and that only powerful beings and your creations were welcomed.” Y/n is confused by this. Yes, he had the chance to visit the dreaming a few times due to Morpheus permission but why was this child granted permission? Did this child hold something special inside of them that caught the dream lords attention?

Morpheus agrees with Y/n. “My creations and whoever else I welcome is allowed into the dreaming but this is something different, something out of my control.” He explains.

“Is there a way that we can wake her up?” Asked Dean, standing next to Y/n as the three spoke to the dream lord.

Morpheus sighs deeply, gaze turning to Matthew who only lowered his head, getting the message that the child is never to wake up. “No.” Morpheus says. “The child cannot be woken up nor will she ever be woken up.”

“Why not?”

“Because, the child’s time is up.” Another soft voice cuts in as Death stands behind her brother, giving them all a sad smile.

“Who are you?” Dean glares at death, having no idea that he’s staring down death herself.

Death laughs at the Winchester brothers. “You two are slippery and always escaping my grasp, I’m surprised you’ve made it this far.” She points out, raising even more questions between the brothers until Y/n leans over to whisper to the two. “This is Death, Morpheus oldest sister.”

“This is death?!” Shouted Dean, earning an embarrassed blush from the mage who avoids his gaze while death smiles. “Yes I am, now. Again, you two are slippery—always cheating me. You aren’t using anything to stop me are you?”

“Would the god of heaven count?” Y/n asks, curious to know. At the mention of heaven the sudden memory of Jack come to the brothers, wondering if it’s Jack that’s preventing them from dying and escaping death everyday, could Jack even do that?

“God himself?” Death thinks, “I’ve only met him once when I was allowed to visit the Silver city. Heard rumors the a new god had taken over the city and I can help it but say that this new god is a lot better than the last.”

“That’s our Jack.” Dean says with pride, smiling proudly as he nudged Y/n while the mage rolled his eyes. “I doubt Jack would break the rules for you two, perhaps it’s pure coincidence that you escape Death everyday.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

Their conversation is broken when Matthew caws, flying on the sky as he circled the small crowd. Morpheus looks up at his raven and frowns, lowering his head to focus his gaze on Y/n who understood his expression. “I’m guessing it’s almost time.” He whispers.

“Time? No—isn’t their a way?” Sam understanding the meaning of time and knows why this was all happening. “She’s just a kid—her parents are in there and waiting.” He pleads, eyes full of desperation as he looks at the two Endless siblings.

“I’m sorry Sam, but there is nothing that can be done.” Death tells him, giving him small pat in his arm, comforting him and letting him know that this was her duty and she couldn’t change it.

“The child won’t be alone, Death will be with her and she is in the dreaming where she enjoys her last moments in a world that she creates.” Morpheus lets the brothers know that the child won’t die in vein. “She will be at peace, I’m sorry that I couldn’t help.” He directs his last sentence to Y/n who already knew about their duties. They had no control over it and could not break the rules for a child who’s time was approaching. “It’s not your fault, it’s understandable.” He reassured morpheus.

Death gives them all one last smile before sighing to herself, approaching the house and entering the home, welcoming herself inside as she continues with her own duties. Morpheus had seen his sisters work and knew that she’d bring the child to a much better realm with far better peace. When his sister disappeared into the home he turns back to Y/n, giving him a small nod. “I apologize that I wasn’t much help.”

“Don’t apologize, it wasn’t your fault. These things happen, it was her time and you gave her the best dreams as a farewell.” Y/n smiles at Morpheus. “I’m proud of you, Morpheus. For making a change.” He knew that the dream lord was adjusting to changes in himself and his realm, improving his methods and providing new dreams and nightmares.

Y/n stands next to his side, shoulder to shoulder as they stared at the house, waiting for death to finish up. “You never did visit my dreams.” He suddenly blurts out, pulling a laugh from the lord. “I owe you an apology, my duties kept me busy but I’ll make sure to visit tonight.”

“Promise?”

Morpheus leans forward, pressing his forehead against the mages. “Always.”

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Neglect | Sandman Imagine

Summary: You and your husband Morpheus were never a conventional couple, but as the king returns from his imprisonment he seems to want to mend your relationship.

Pairing: Morpheus x Goddess! Reader

Requested: Yes

Morpheus and you were betrothed for millenniums, he didn’t agree to this marriage and he made that perfectly clear to you over and over. You were the Nordic Goddess of marriage and childbirth, Frea.

Which almost seemed like a cruel joke as your spouse would have mistresses left and right, he wouldn’t dream of touching you, you slept in separate rooms and in his you would hear and endless parade of women screaming your husband’s name.

It was hell, but you endured it because you were married and you could not disrespect your arrangement, even though Morpheus did at every chance he got.

Marriage actually meant something to you.

But it was as if he would act to deliberately disrespect you, to make you hate him, he wanted to break you, but you didn’t budge, you simply accepted him for who he was and did your best to fulfill your duties as queen.

The dynamics went on for 9,000 years, for most people it would be unthinkable, but the disrespect and hatred that your husband depicted had become so normalized in your brain it did not bother you anymore.

Against all odds you never had a lover, so you remained completely pure and honest to your oath, you were this clear, loving goddess as your husband succumbed to pleasure.

But everything changed as Morpheus disappeared for a hundred years, at first it didn’t worry you, it was very common in the King of Dreams to leave for days in seeking of a new mistress, but as years went by, you did fear the worst.

The kingdom slowly began to crumble at its core, feeling the notorious absence of the king. You continued to take care of the realm even as it was destroyed, you gave your subjects hope, and most of the people from the Dreaming decided to stay for you.

Because unlike Morpheus, his people did have a deep care and respect for you, and they were glad you were left as regent because you would take good care of them, even in times of need.

To be honest you lived that whole century in peace, at last you didn’t have to put up with constant abuses, you didn’t feel like you were unworthy, you did not spend countless nights wondering what had you done wrong, you slept in the peace and quiet of The Endless’ absence.

Until one day, he returned. You felt him again, it was one of the many things that you shared, you could perceive one another.

Yet, you didn’t run to encounter him, you simply went on with your activities as if nothing was happening, quietly programming yourself to hear his constant insults or intense stares.

You were working on the library, subconsciously hiding from Dream, you got completely caught up in your activities.

“Y/N?” You heard his distinctive voice behind you, you took a deep breath before meeting his gaze, prepared for the worst.

But you were greeted by an unknown image, Dream was looking down at you with tenderness and a glimpse of shame. What he did next, was unthinkable for the Endless you thought you knew.

He grabbed his arms around you and embraced you fully, he was holding you as close to his body as he was physically able. He took in your scent, burring his nose in the crock of your neck, causing goosebumps to rise in your skin at the unknown sensation.

Your body was rigid under his touch, while Morpheus seemed to melt at the mere contact of your skin.

He pulled away from you, still holding you by your waist, you rested your hands at either side of his forearms.

“I’m so happy to see you, Frea” you raised your brows, not being able to contain your surprise “I’m deeply sorry for my absence, but I was held captive… I could only think of you in the coldness of my isolation” he confessed, having you at the loss of words, his absence was explained but you could not make up the brutal chance in the man you wed.

“I know I have being the most disgusting and disrespectful spouse to you and I want to mend all the damage I inflicted on you. I wish to be the husband you deserved from the very start”

You blinked, taking in his words, you could tell he was speaking truthfully, you always had a way to know if he was lying or not. But all of this was a lot to take in.

“Say something, please…” he begged, you could see he was suffering with your silence, you did not want to punish him, it was just that this new version of Dream was everything you ever dreamt of, it was disruptive to have him standing in front of you, saying all this.

“I don’t know what to say Morpheus” you sincerely spoke. “I mean, just think of how we have lived this past 9,000 years… How do I know you are true and you would not run back to your old ways” he looked down, embarrassed.

You had all right to distrust him, in your place he wouldn’t know what to do.

“Because you were the only thing I was certain of during my imprisonment. I mean you kept our people here, you took care of the realm when you could have left”

He cupped your face in his hands, looking at you intensely, you had many chances to leave him and you did not.

“Tell me not even a part of you wishes that we fix this. That we live happily married like we were supposed to” you laughed, out of nervousness.

“It’s all I’ve ever wanted, Dream” you said, he wasted no more time and for the first time in history, Morpheus kissed his wife out of love and not obligation.

You fully gave in, melting in his touch at last, he sneaked his hands all over your body, stopping at your butt, his kiss became more and more intense, he squeezed your ass with both hands making you gasp at the feeling.

Morpheus had never touched you like this, with such urgency and lust, not even in your wildest dreams did you imagine your husband could be able of wanting you so badly.

It was addicting to feel wanted like this, to be handled with such expertise. You pulled away from his lips but Morpheus would not have it as he kissed your neck instead.

“Morpheus… we’re at the library”you breathlessly reminded him, you did not feel in the mood of being walked on a compromising situation.

Your husband groaned, understanding that he needed to stop. He smiled at you, taking your hand in his and practically dragging you out of the place.

“Morpheus, where are we going? You need to rebuild the Dreaming” you went on as you were dragged into the throne room, the doors closing behind you.

He pulled you into his chest, smirking as his hands went down your body painfully slow, this time lifting the fabric of your dress, exposing your skin.

Morpheus pulled your hair aside, kissing your shoulder blade up to your neck, stopping at your ear.

“We have a marriage to consummate first, my queen”

Shivers ran down your spine in excitement of the unknown, the only thing you had for certain was that you had a long night ahead of yourselves.

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boizandgurlzinthehouse · 7 months

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hey lovergirls,

first thing first, sorry for disappearing )): i just got out from high school, and i've been hired by a multi company. it was a little bit difficult to learn everything and i'm still taking exams, but i just wanted to update y'all.

i updated my masterlist (here)

continuing 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐁*𝐓𝐂𝐇 ; 𝐆𝐔𝐍-𝐖𝐎𝐎 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

also writing for some new fandoms (read below)

OPENING REQUESTS FOR

ONE PIECE (netflix version): LUFFY ZORO SANJI NAMI SHANKS MIHAWK

ONE PIECE CAST (netflix version) IÑAKI GODOY MACKENYU TAZ SKYLAR EMILY RUDD JACOB ROMERO

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THE SANDMAN (2021 netflix)

feel free to write requests!! it takes some time until i write every one req and i usually post 3-4 time a week

take care, hydrate and relax babiez

love, louisa

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writerdream22 · 2 years

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requested by: no one, but I sincerely hope you like this anyways ✨🌻💛

pairing: Dream of the Endless x reader

warnings: none

feedbacks are always welcome!

Dream quietly walked into your apartment, careful not to be heard. He thought he would find you sleeping, as it was late in the night; but your bed was empty and so was your sofa. Looking around, he noticed that a few pictures were hanging up on the wall, of you and a few of your acquaintances; you seemed happy, yet your gaze seemed distant and concealed some form of sadness.

You knew that he was back, you'd felt it. You hadn't been able to sleep well for more than a hundred years, unable to keep away the countless nightmares haunting you. You hoped that your husband's return might have brought some peace to your mind, but still you couldn't close your eyes.

“Morpheus” you called out his name, as you finally acknowledged his presence. The Endless' eyes widened in surprise, as he turned around and found you standing in your kitchen. You were different, he thought, but breathtakingly beautiful nonetheless.

“Why are you not in the Dreaming?” he questioned. “I'm an insomniac” you responded “This is just normal. I got used to it”.

Morpheus was clearly confused, and you tried to explain what had happened the best you can. “When you— when you were captured, I was left to reign over the Dreaming alone” you began “But I'm not an Endless. I couldn't control a realm that wasn't supposed to be mine in the first place; and a few of your... well, our subjects never accepted the fact that I took your place”.

You took a deep breath before continuing your speech “So I escaped, and everything just went downhill from there. I stopped dreaming. Nightmares that you created slowly began disturbing my sleep, and after some time — I wasn't able to sleep anymore”

The dark-haired figure in front of you was silent for a while. He wasn't disappointed by the fact that you left, you were born a human after all, and he understood that in his absence, returning home was the best choice for you.

All of a sudden, you hugged him tightly. “I'm sorry, Dream” you apologized “I'm so, so sorry”. He nuzzled his face in your hair, now able to smell your signature scent, and mumbled that you didn't have anything to be sorry for. “You belong here, my love. It is I who took you away so many centuries ago, and you were destined to return here; for one reason, or another” he clarified, gently pulling away from the hug so that he could look into your eyes “I won't force you to come home, y/n. If you want to stay here, I'll visit. If you don't want me to visit, then this will be the last time that we see each other”

“Of course I want to come back! I just... I need to organise everything before I leave.” you exclaimed.

“Then I'll wait. When you're ready, call my name and I'll take you back to the Dreaming. So that we can reign together once again”

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writing-fanics · 2 years

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𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔭𝔥𝔢𝔲𝔰 𝔵 𝔉!ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

chapter one: dancing in the moonlight > chapter two: so this love

«summary: Dream decides to go to a ball. Where the L/n’s are trying to find their daughter a courtship»

<warning: dream : huge amounts of sexual tension : dancing with dream (you will be squealing) : mentions of familial death>

a/n: just imagine that howls moving castle theme song exists during this time. reference to Dickensian (but isn’t Arthur Havisham just uses his last name not affiliated with his character) also my best at writing a romantic dance scene.

Play this when you get to the dance scene (Merry-Go-Round-Of Life-)

She stood in the corner of the room. Her hands held the delicate wine glass; raising it to her lips. Sipping on the wine. Unamused by the party going on around her turning towards her friend, “This party is such a bore.” She groaned, taking a sip of her wine.

“Oh, come on Y/n enjoy the party.” Susan exclaimed. Looking at (Y/n) who rolled her eyes in response.

“Ah, yes a party just so I might find a courtship.” (Y/n) seethed, watching the young men around the room.

“You’ve declined every single one so far brought before you.” Susan said, and (Y/n) chuckled.

“Yes, and I enjoy it. It’s rather fun doing so. Since I have no intentions of marrying someone who only cares for my looks and my status and wealth.” (Y/n) says, finishing up her wine and placing the glass on the draw as a servant walks by.

“But you might find the one tonight.” Susan says, wiggling her eyebrows causing (Y/n) to giggle. “Such rarity that will be.” (Y/n) says, folding her arms across her chest not interacting with the crowd.

“Oh, look here comes Lord Havisham.” Susan said, causing a groan to escape (Y/n)’s mouth.

(Y/n) forced a smile on her lips as she greeted him, raising her hand for him to kiss. “You look rather ravishing tonight, Lady L/n,” He says, and she smiled disdainfully.

“Thank you,” She said, letting her hand fall to her side. As she looks at him annoyed, this man has been practically throwing himself at her for months. “Might I say, doesn’t your wife know that you’re here?” She asks.

“Flirting with another woman? I mean it’s quite ungentlemanly to try and court another.” She replies.

“I’m sure your wife would be furious.” She said, then looks over to the other side of the room. Seeing Mary talking to (Y/n)’s little sister.

“There she is over there.” She grinned, and he looked towards his wife’s direction his face red as he stormed away.

“You won’t tell her will you?” He asked, a smug smile grew on her lips.

“Why, shouldn’t I. Your advances towards me are quite unwelcomed and I’ve declined you many times.” She said, raising an eyebrow.

She began walking towards his wife, when he grabbed her roughly by the wrist. “You dare touch me without my permission.” She seethed, her face red as she glared at him.

“You’ve got no right talking back to me.” He said, and she laughed at him.

“No right? I have the right to decline a man who’s practically throwing themselves at a woman who’s declined them many times before.” She roughly pulled away from his grip, walking towards his wife once more.

She walks towards his wife and whispers into her ear. Mary’s eyes widened as her head snapped into the direction of her husband.

His face paled as she stormed towards him grabbing him roughly by the ear. She swiftly thanked (Y/n). As she dragged him out of the party.

(Y/n) now standing in the corner of the room. Taking a glass of wine off the tray and sipping it, “I want this party to be over with.” She groaned, unamused by the party.

She couldn’t chat with Susan for she’s dancing. (Y/n) wanted to sneak out of the party and up to her bedchambers.

“Might, I have this dance?” A voice asked. She was about to decline until she saw the man before.

His silver blue eyes, his hair as black as a raven. Her voice got caught in her throat, he kissed her hand causing her cheeks to glow a tint of red.

“Yes.” She squeaked, she looked down embarrassed. She didn’t know why her heart was pounding against her chest.

As he lead her the center of the room. Then as if it were magic the band started playing her favorite song. She always imagined herself dancing in a field to this song.

Merry Go Round of Life. She didn’t know why she was feeling so nervous in the moment. Just moments ago she was fine sipping on her wine. She’s been asked to dance countless times. But none of them compared to this, he placed his arm just above her waist.

As the music began, they started dancing. (Y/n) stared into his eyes as they danced. She swore she could see the entire cosmos in his eyes. Her stomach fluttered as he his lips curled into a smile. Her cheeks turned a light shade of red.

His arm wrapped around her waist. Holding her close as they danced. Her heart pounding against her chest. The world around her seemed to stop. She’d just met this man and she already felt some sort of connection.

She stared into his eyes with wonder, as he looked down at her as they danced. She couldn’t help but him along to the song trying to calm her nerves, as well gently swaying her head to the music.

He spun her around gently heart once again skipping a beat. As they danced along to the music, others in the room watching as the young lady danced with the man.

She felt like she were a princess in a fairytale. She felt as if that they were dancing on a cloud. He spun her around once again, she felt as if she was losing more air even with this corset on. This felt like a dream and one she never wanted to wake up from.

She wanted to speak to say something. But her words got caught in her throat, all the blood in her body seemed to rush towards her cheeks. Giving it that red tint that spreads across her cheeks. This had to be a dream right? There isn't anyway this could possibly be real?

The nights rays seemed to reflect onto his eyes. His eyes sparkled as if his irises were made up of stars. Yet even as she looked into his eyes. She still felt a cold demeanor his eyes were giving off. Dream stared down at her as they danced her eyes seemed to sparkle, as the moons light crept through the windows. His arm wrapped around her waist and his around hers, as they danced in circle.

She couldn't stop staring into his eyes; seemingly getting lost in the stars as she did so. Her lips curled into a smile as she looked into his eyes. When his lips curled into a smile as he gazed down at her making her stomach flutter.

Susan's eyes widened seeing (Y/n) on the ballroom floor dancing. Her mouth dropped. (Y/n) turned towards her and smiled softly. That's when she noticed other people almost everyone was watching her dance with the stranger. Her eyes darted around the room seeing everyone standing in a circle.

"Everyone's watching." She whispered, her cheeks bright red. Not liking all the attention that she was getting from the guests. Susan being the good friend immediately took notice of her friends situation. Lily and Susan looked at each other and nodded, Lily let out a shrill scream.

Causing everyone to look towards her as Susan pretended to be passed out on the ground. As the guests ran over to see what the problem was, he seemed to take notice and they made their way towards the garden.

"It seems your friend caused a distraction so we might escape." He says, and moved her lips inward slightly. "Oh, yes seeming me dance was quite a shock for her." She said, and he looked down at her.

"I usually, reject those who ask me to dance." She said, as they continued to dancing. The music fading as they got further and further away from the party inside.

"Then why accept a dance with me?" He asked, and she looked up at him. Her cheeks turning a bright red, "I ah, I-I don't know." She replied, sheepishly. He raised his right eyebrow as he looked down at her, he pulls her closer to him causing her heart to skip as beat as they continued dancing.

She was about to ask for his name when she realized where they were. Her mother's flower garden. Rows and rows of beautiful flowers of different colors. Straight out of a fairytale. A little cottage lied further ahead a small cobblestone path lead up to it. Her smile faltered as she looked around the garden, "This was my mother's favorite place." She said, looking up at him.

The dancing now ceased, they released their hold on each other. She knelt down beside the flowers smiling as she looked at them, "She passed away when my little sister was born." She says, standing up and looking at him.

"I'm sorry for your loss." He says, and she smiled softly looking at him. Realizing because of her they stopped dancing, "Sorry, I stopped dancing without-" She sighed, looking down at her hands. He stepped closer towards her causing her to look up at him.

"I don't usually enjoy theses kinds of party." She says, looking at him and he smirked, as they walked alongside each other. "I don't usually enjoy parties either," He says, as they started walking down the stoned path of the garden.

"But this one was rather." He said, looking down the path alongside her, walking past an array of beautiful flowers. "Entertaining." He finishes, and she chuckles softly. "I could say the same thing." She replies, and he looked down at her as she grinned.

"I'm happy to hear that you've found the party entertaining." She says, their gaze met and her cheeks once again turned red. They stared at each other for a moment her heart pounding against her chest as she gazed into his eyes.

"Y/n, your father is looking for you!" Susan shouted, and (Y/n) looked up towards her and sighed, not wanting the moment between her and him to end.

"Sorry, I must be going." She says, sadly. "Farewell," He says, taking her hand bringing towards her lips and kissing it. She smiled, and his lips curled upward into a smile.

"Farewell to you too." She said, before removing her hand slowly from his grasp. Then turning to walk up the stairs, towards the inside.

She then realized she hadn't asked for his name. Stopping on the stairs. "Oh, I forgot whats your-" She turned around, "Name?" She finished, realizing that he had disappeared. She looked around any sign of him not finding any. She sighed walking up the stairs and back inside.

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thethreeeyed-raven · 7 months

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first meeting

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“Miss Y/n!”

One of your maids entered your bedroom and had drawn the curtains. You sat up tiredly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, and shielding them from the bright sun when you opened them to look at the woman.

“Yes, Prudence?” You asked her groggily.

She gave you a small smile, placing the fresh clean clothes she had folded in her arm on the chair in front of your dresser. “Your mother wants you downstairs as soon as you're ready. Your sister, the Duchess, is here for a visit.”

You sighed, already knowing what the visit was for.

“Finally! The diamond is awake!” Violet beamed with glee, taking your hands in hers and leading you to sit next to Daphne.

“Mama, I’ve just opened my eyes.”

Violet shook her head. “No my dear, you should be excited. You're the diamond of the season!”

“Unfortunately.” You whispered under your breath, causing you to receive a whack on the arm from Daphne.

“You know, I actually quite enjoyed my time as the season’s diamond, it was wonderful!” She exclaimed cheerfully.

You rolled your eyes with exasperation. “Yes, only because you got a loving husband out of it.”

“And so will you,” Daphne took your hands in hers, squeezing them with reassurance. “You just have to try.”

But I don’t want to get married…

Morpheus awoke with a light knock on the door.

If it was any other time, he wouldn’t have heard it. But he had been awake for hours. He hadn’t slept properly in a few days, only getting a couple of hours in.

“My lord?” He heard one of his most trusted maids say through the door.

“Yes, Lucienne?” He said exhaustedly.

“Your sister, Death, is here. Would you like me to tell her-”

Morpheus cut her off, suddenly wide awake now. “No. Tell her I shall be only a few moments.”

He rose from the bed, changing into a white dress shirt, and a pair of black trousers. The shirt was half buttoned because he couldn’t be bothered.

“Death.”

Death rose from her seat on the plush black couch, giving her dear brother a smile. “Dream, I have been waiting for you.”

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting.” Morpheus suddenly felt guilty.

She embraced him in a tight hug before sitting back down, patting the space next to her.

“It’s been too long my dear brother, how have you been?”

Morpheus sighed, he hated having to tell people things about him. “Okay, I suppose.”

Death frowned, but shrugged it off. “So, I saw you the other night at the announcement ball. You were talking with the Viscount Bridgerton.”

“Indeed I was, though I did not notice you there. Were you lurking in the shadows?”

He smirked and Death chuckled. “Like you wish you were doing?”

They both shook their heads and the laughter ceased.

“Talking of the Bridgertons, one of their ladies has yet again been named the Diamond of the Season.” Death tilted her head. “Have you spoken to her yet? You are good friends with her brother.”

“Anthony and I are simply good acquaintances, I don’t-”

“Do friends.” Death shook her head and rolled her eyes in mock annoyance. “But perhaps you should put yourself out there, maybe try and catch Miss Bridgerton’s attention.”

“I don’t want to catch anyone's attention. I’m fine as I am, alone.”

You had decided that balls and galas were now the bane of your existence.

Anthony stood off to the side with Kate, Daphne and Simon. All of them watching as you would be bombarded with men asking for a dance, or asking if you wanted a drink.

“No thank you.” You rejected once again.

You walked up the the four with an angry look. “Could you please do something about these animals? They won’t leave me alone!”

“Well you are the seasons diamond, men are going to be throwing themselves at your feet.” Kate responded sympathetically.

“Well can they throw themselves out of the window instead?!” You whisper-shouted.

Anthony have you a pointed look, getting ready to scold you until Simon interrupted him.

“Ah look who it is! Lord Morpheus.” Simon reached in for a handshake.

Morpheus reciprocated. “Good evening gentlemen, Duchess, Viscountess, and the splendid Diamond. You haven’t happened to have seen my sister have you?”

Anthony shook his head. “We haven’t, why do you ask?”

Morpheus sighed and leaned in a bit so no one else but your little group could hear. “She’s saying I need to get myself on the market, she’s been watching me all night.”

The whole time he spoke you couldn’t stop looking at him. You watched the way his jawline move as he uttered secret words and the way his eyes shone slightly in amusement.

You swallowed nervously, hoping no one else noticed your ogling, but of course, Kate and Daphne notice everything.

“Well Miss Diamond of the Season here was just saying how she would like all of the men to throw themselves out of the window instead of at her feet.” Kate chuckled slightly.

Your cheeks reddened when Morpheus turned to look at you. And then you gave him a sheepish smile.

He huffed in amusement at the remark, flashing you a smirk. “I can’t say you’re wrong.”

Why did you like the way his voice sounded? Why was he holding eye contact so intensely with you?

“My dear guests.”

Once again, the interaction was cut short by another one of the Queen’s speeches.

“As you know, this is a ball to celebrate the Diamond of the Season.”

All eyes diverted to you for a few seconds before their attention went back to the Queen.

“So today, I have decided that the Diamond shall have a dance.”

Your eyes widened and Anthony laughed under his breath.

“I’m glad you find my suffering funny brother.” You glared at him from the corner of your eye.

“Come to the centre please, Miss Bridgerton.” The Queen beckoned you with her order and her hand.

You slowly made your way to the centre of the ballroom.

“The Diamond shall have a dance to celebrate their achievement, and they shall have their own choice of man to share this dance with.”

The Queen stood confidently with a smile, waiting impatiently for you to choose.

You looked desperately towards Anthony and your eyes frantically looked around the room.

You didn’t want to dance with any of these men, in fact you didn’t want to dance at all!

Morpheus’ eyes danced around the room, finding his sister.

Death looked at him and then nodded in your direction, clearly telling him that he should make himself known.

He simply looked away trying to ignore her, when his eyes locked with yours.

You raised your brows, silently asking him if you could dance with him.

He nodded once, letting you know that it was okay.

You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding, and stalked towards Morpheus apprehensively.

“Might I share a dance with you my lord?”

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