#vampire!morpheus x reader

[roguelov]

Crimson Stained Petals (Chapter 4)

Summary: Set in the 1880s, rumors and mysteries swirled around a quaint town, mostly about a lord tucked far into the woods. Arriving in town, you could not deny your curiosities, but you were not here to stay. Or so you thought. Low on funds, and a job for a live-in servant advertised in the paper, you now found yourself in the home of Lord Morpheus - the source of all rumors. Passions and tensions will grow. Questions will be answered, but may come at a hefty price. And a promise may be broken. But, is Lord Morpheus, and those few residents, truly as scary as they seem?

Words Count: ~3.4k

Reader: Fem

Warnings: minor angst (dealing with nightmares and depression), mostly fluff, pining, blood (reader gets minor cut)

Chapter 3 and more chapters to come!

Over the few days, Morpheus had noticed a dreary cloud forming and seemingly growing over your head. It casted its gloom and rain dampening your radiance. Your smile was not quite as bright, it barely reached your now sullen eyes. Your presence was no longer felt in every room. Your laughter, your occasional humming, your musical-like steps were gone. You were a shadow, a husk. And big by bit, you retreated from him; you actively avoided him, or so he believed.

“Lucienne,” Morpheus asked one evening.

The pair was in the study. Papers littered all over the desk along with uncapped inkwells and used fountain pens. They poured and poured over the dull necessities of maintaining the bookshop - going over profits, bills, shipments, and new orders.

Lucienne peered at her lord over her glasses quizzically. “Yes?”

“Have you spoken with our dear mortal recently?” Morpheus still stood over the desk and continued to scan over documents, trying not to look bothered by his inquiring question or your sudden change.

“No, I haven’t.”

A tension set in his jaw. “I see.”

Lucienne quickly picked up on Morphues’s displeasure. A smile tugged on the corners of her lips. She was not oblivious to her lord’s far more chirper attitude since welcoming you into the manor. “May I ask what brought up this question?”

“Curiosity,” he replied nonchalantly.

Lucienne hummed, unconvinced. “Curiosity? Or concern?”

Her question stirred a reaction out of him. Morpheus whipped his head, now facing Lucienne directly. “And if I am, is there anything wrong in worrying about her?” His question was one of concern for you, yet his tone in which he spoke was biting - what exactly was Lucienne implying?

Lucienne’s smile only grew. She calmly responded, “No, sir.”

Upon seeing Lucienne’s calmness, Morpheus’s shoulders instantly dropped. His anger was misplaced. All the fight was drained from him, and soon the truth spilled out. “She -“ he sighed - “she does not seem happy and … and I do not know if it is because of living here or because of troubled nights.”

Lucienne thought of how there was an easy solution to his conundrum: he should speak with you. However, she held her tongue this time and instead opted to ask a question regarding you. “Troubled nights?”

“The other night, she spoke of having a nightmare.” Morpheus’s eyes shone with a heavy sorrow. “She … she was utterly frightened, Lucienne. Her fear nearly choked me.”

Lucienne frowned. “I was not aware, but a nightmare is a nightmare. There is not much one can do.”

Morpheus sighed, dropping into his chair. He tipped his head back and stared blankly up at the high ceiling. His heart - ancient and heavily barricaded - ached to see you smile. Just once more, just for a moment. In such a brief period, you had invaded his thoughts. He did not realize he craved it, sought it out, until it was taken from him.

Taken.

It seemed many things were taken from him in recent years. He pushed aside those thoughts and painful memories. He ran his hands over his face then through his tousled hair. Such complex feelings swirled inside his chest and constricted his heart.

“You care for her.” Morpheus lifted his head, looking towards Lucienne. She continued, “Which is never a bad thing, sir. She has brought new life here.”

And in you, she thought.

“I care for all of you,” he answered, dismissing her comment.

“You do, and we appreciate it.”

He raised an eyebrow at the weighted pause at the end of her sentence. “But?”

She smiled to herself. “I believe the care you feel for us and her are different.”

Morpheus frowned. Was he truly so easy to read? Did he truly become enamored with his housekeeper so quickly like a tale of forbidden romance? Did he truly want a partner … or did he want something else? He turned his head away, grumbling to himself.

Care? If one could call it such.

Does a farmer not care for his slaughter? Care, hunger, desire, it all can twist together. They can form into complex knots, making it impossible to tell where one may begin or end.

“For you, my lord.”

A beautiful picturesque rose dripping in a passionate red appeared in front of Morpheus’s face. He was working tediously in his study, and surprisingly failed to hear him. He just appeared, a magical and strange habit of his.

Morpheus blinked, gently taking the rose out of his hand. “Oh, uh, thank you.”

He smiled warmly like a sunny day. His wondrous new grander had already made such a change in the once dismal manor. Colors of all sorts were injected into the very foundation. Flowers bloomed wildly and freely, life blossomed with a new fever. “I thought you might like it, sir. Red suits you perfectly.”

”How do you do it, Lucienne?” Morphues whispered softly, changing the conversation. His voice was filled with sorrow as memories resurfaced. Sweet, painful memories, ones he wished he could forget yet also wouldn’t trade anything in the world for they were more precious than any gold or jewelry.

“Meaning what, sir?”

”To be close to her, to not be affected by her?”

Ah.

”Well, someone taught me control.” Lucienne slowly organized papers. “Someone had once found me in an awful state and was able to bring me back to my senses. Now, part of me cannot bare the smell of human blood without my stomach twisting into disgust.”

Morpheus’s eyes softened.

Lucienne gathered up the papers, ready to part of the night. “A solution to your problem: perhaps you can try to talk to her and cheer her up, sir. I’m sure she would appreciate the gesture.”

He raised an eyebrow. “And how would I do that?”

She chuckled, almost in a knowing way, and strolled out of the study. “I believe you will figure it out, sir.”

The soft click of the door echoed in the now quiet, lonely space. Morpheus peered over to the window with its curtains drawn. Even drawn closed, the setting sunlight streamed through the cracks trying to warm the earth in its last moments. Tilting his head, he saw the surrounding woods fade in the dying light. As his gaze darted around taking in the surroundings, it landed on a corner of dark greens and deep reds. Lucienne’s words replayed in his head. He was on his feet, already looking for you before he fully understood it himself. His feet carried him downstairs towards your room, however he stopped in the dining room. Looking ahead, he instead saw you sitting in the sun room. You were on the couch with your back to him and your head bowed. He immediately changed course.

Quietly, he opened the door. The potted trees and fauna stretched its shadows and created unique jagged shapes. A soft orange bathed over the room. The fractured soft light shone through the glass and casted you in an ethereal halo of twinkling gold.

You were a goddess of light.

As he walked towards you, you did not stir. You had heard him by the high pitched squeak of the door and the faint clacking of the heels on the tile floor. He stopped by your side, peering down at you. “I see you are still reading that book from before.”

You laughed, a quick huff through your nose, and closed the book in your lap. You glanced up at him with a forced smile. “Trying and failing, sir.”

His eyes swept over your face. Gaunt was the first word to come to mind. You appeared gauntly and ragged. Bags were carved under your eyes, and your skin had lost its glow. He pushed on, trying not to dwell and stare at your new appearance. “And what has your mind occupied this time?”

The other night. The nightmares. An unpleasant past. You.

“I suppose a lot of things,” you answered with a heavy sigh.

Morpheus frowned slightly. Yet, he quickly wiped it away, replacing it with a small endearing smile. He extended his hand down towards you. “I know a place to help clear your mind, would you care to join me?”

Your eyes flickered up. His dazzling blue eyes - contrasted against the golden dazzling air - only showed kindness and a hint of concern. You should refuse, you should stay or perhaps return to your room for the night, but … but how could you say no? Not when he looked at you in such an alluring way, and not since he piqued your deep rooted curiosity. You carefully set the book aside on the plush cushions, and placed your hand in his. “I would love to.”

Morpheus’s smile grew as he drew you up to your feet. “Wonderful.”

He hooked your arm through his and guided you forward. Together, you walked out through the back entrance of the sun room, heading directly for the rose maze. The sun had dipped below the horizon, however its last bits of rays faintly colored the sky. Oranges and pinks still stained the vast canvas known as the sky. They desperately clung behind as rich purples, dark blues, and an all consuming black began to drip down coating all corners. The moon, perfectly sliced in half, already shone in the dimming sky. Its companions, stars, began to twinkle and fill the empty space for the moon was never alone. The rose maze, under this changing light, was mysterious. The greens almost appeared black, while the reds were embers of a dying fire. Excitement buzzed across your skin. Your heart flipped, nearly dropping into your stomach. It was all so thrilling to finally set food inside, and to be by Morpheus’s side as your guide.

Even if you shouldn’t, even if a logical part scolded you.

Morpheus drew you close as you approach the entrance of the maze. “Now, stay close. At night, it can be tricky to navigate.”

There was a hint of humor in his voice as if he was trying to spook you. You chuckled, shaking your head, “Really? Is that your plan? To take me in and do what you want without anyone seeing?”

He laughed, a deep rich laugh that vibrated in your own chest. “You have me figured out.”

You smiled, a true genuine smile. It returned as if it never truly left. It was nice to be joking and laughing with him. It was surprisingly so easy, like two friends and nothing else.

No titles, no past.

Stepping into the maze was stepping into another world. The maze hedges were easily seven feet tall and two or three feet wide, it fully blocked out the world the further you walked in. The hedges were cut and trimmed to perfection. No branch stuck out, only roses. And the roses? Gorgeous with no flaws. There were full roses with their petals spread out to greet you, there were buds still closed waiting for their time, and there were roses in every stage of blooming covering almost every inch of the hedges. The sweet floral aroma tickled your nose and filled the air.

You hummed, pleased by the scent.

Morpheus peered over at you, taken by your wide curious eyes. Your eyes darted all around, fascinated by it all, memorized by its beauty. Strolling further in, he followed the correct path leading to the center of the maze. His stride did not hesitate, but only slowed when your eyes longingly lingered back on all the passing flowers.

Best of all, and to your surprise, there weren't only red roses.

No, the deeper you walked the red stayed, yet yellows, pinks, and whites were slowly incorporated into the mix. A beautiful blend, and various shades, of warm inviting colors. It was like a storybook, a scenery plucked from a far off prosperous kingdom. Tempted by their beauty, you reached out, running your fingers along the soft petals. It was fine silk, or like a cloud.

“Careful -“

You hissed, stopping in place. A thorn had pricked your thumb.

Morpheus instantly frowned and moved in front of you. He carefully took your hand, examining your thumb. It was nothing to be concerned about. An insignificant prick, no worse than a paper cut. A small dot of blood began to well up. The dot sparkled like a certain ruby pinned to his tie. Before he could stop himself, Morpheus brought your thumb up to his lips. His lips - soft and gentle - pressed into the pad of your thumb kissing it.

Your heart flipped in your chest.

Morpheus’s eyes glanced up, locking with yours. A look flashed across his eyes, a look which could only be described as hunger. He nearly knocked the wind out of your lungs by such a simple look. He pulled away and dropped your hand. Turning his back to you, he mumbled, “Apologies for my behavior.”

He licked his lips, tasting the tiniest bit of your blood. He had to suppress a groan. It was truly addicting, like a newly discovered liquor he could happily get drunk off of each and every night.

“I have an older sister who used to do such a thing if any of us were injured. It’s a habit I unknowingly picked up,” he explained.

No, not explained but excused. It wasn’t necessarily a lie. However, it was a lie he told himself and you, rather than admit the aroma of your blood tempted him to act.

“It’s okay,” you muttered, feeling your heart skip in a way you had never felt before. “I should have known better.”

Morpheus wanted to say something, wanted to do something. He wanted to draw you close, he wanted to wrap his arms around your waist, he wanted to nuzzle his face into your neck, he wanted to hear you say his name over and over, he wanted to -

“Please,” he cleared his throat, “I would refrain from running your fingers over them. The thorns are quite sharp, and we needn’t any more accidents. Come, the center is up ahead.”

He walked - no, marched - ahead, and did not bother looking back to see if you were following.

Your lips thinned in thought. You silently followed him as this bizarre tension hovered in the shared space. The only sounds were the crunching of both of your shoes against the pebbled path. You eyed Morpheus’s back curiously and with some trepidation. He had once again pulled away from you. He showed you such kindness, yet almost scared by something he backed off. Why? What frightened him? What thoughts floated around in that head of his?

Why do you care, a voice called out.

You tensed a little. Why did you? It was so pointless and idiotic, especially when -

“We’re here,” Morpheus said. He rounded a corner and disappeared from sight.

Skirting around the hedge, you let out a small gasp. The pebbled path opened up. The space was carved into a perfect circle, with patches of lush full grass that tempted any tired feet to rest. One could lay and gaze up at the stars, or have a picnic in the high sun. However, most would turn to the concrete benches that surrounded the showstopper: a fountain at the very center. The fountain - smaller than the one in front of the house, yet had four tiers compared to the three - had dozens upon dozens of rose petals floating across the surface. Peering up, the moon looked back down at you in this secret oasis smiling. Its light rippled in the water, scattering its reflection. With the various colors from the roses, and the moonlight’s, it glittered here like a treasure trove.

It was breathtaking.

Morpheus glanced over his shoulder back to you. His heart lurched forward. You looked so beautiful under the moonlight. You slowly approached the foundation, dipping your fingers into the cool water. You picked up a petal, admiring it before setting it back into the water. A smile never left your lips. Any issues, any problems from before, were gone. Each of you solely existed in this moment. Morpheus felt his heart being drawn to you, bound to you. Anything you wanted, anything to keep you smiling, he would do.

What a frightening and thrilling feeling, so familiar yet so foreign to him.

You moved and sat down on the bench, watching as the water spilled over the tiered edges and as petals spun and danced on top of the water. The sounds of the water splashing, and trickling, was hypnotic and soothing. You sighed dreamily and murmured to yourself, “What a beautiful place.”

“It is.” You turned your head, looking up at Morpheus. His eyes were directly on you as he spoke, you always seemed to get his full attention. He smiled softly. He produced a rose from behind his back - a pure white rose that glittered like snow under the moonlight. He sat beside you on the bench, “May I?”

“Yes.”

He leaned forward, tucking the roses behind your ear. As he drew back, his nimble fingers skimmed along your jaw. His eyes softened. You truly were a fresh change in his life, a well needed change. You had taken his heart in the short time you worked here with your humor, your wit, your curiosity, and your kindness. He was smitten for deep in his heart he was a hopeless romantic.

He turned away from you, looking to the fountain. Your heart skipped. His touch burned across your skin. You reached up, touching the soft pure white petals. A smile crossed your lips as you stared at the multifaceted lord.

“I suppose I have to admit I do have an ulterior motive for asking you to join me,” he began.

“Oh?” You titled your head. “And what would that be?”

To see you smile again, he thought.

“I have a question to ask, a request, and I did not want anyone else to listen in.”

You leaned forward, silently waiting.

He bowed his head, and dare you say appeared to be almost shy. It surprised you to see him in such a way. He peered up at you with a cluster of unreadable emotions on his face. “I would like to ask if you would join me to attend my dear friend’s party.”

“What?” You breathed out.

“I want you to accompany me to Hob’s party, if you so wish to join me.”

“I … I am unsure. I am just taken back by your offer.”

“Do you truly find it so surprising?”

“Given my employment to you, I suppose I do,” you joked lightly.

“If you wish, think of it as a bonus for your wonderous upkeep of the manor.” He searched in your eyes hoping to find his answer. “So? Do you accept?”

You smiled softly, “How could I pass up such generosity? Yes.”

Lucienne was right. Morpheus knew exactly what to do.

Shortly after his surprising offer, Morpheus explained he will take care of anything. He will find a dress for you for the night, and pay all expenses - you reluctantly agreed after much arguing.

Soon, arm in arm again, he guided you out of the maze, and towards your room for the night. He paused in front of you, hovering slightly as if something weighed on him, as if he wished to say something else. His lips parted, but he just bowed his head. “Goodnight, I hope you have sweeter dreams tonight.”

“Thank you,” you bowed your head.

Say something, do something.

Instead, you just simply smiled. “Goodnight, sir.”

You twisted around to go into your room when a hand latched around your wrist. You suppressed a shiver at his cool hand. You peered over your shoulder looking down at the hand then slowly your eyes trailed up to see Morpheus’s wondrous blue eyes.

“Please,” he whispered softly, “when it is just us, call me Morpheus. No need for such formalities.”

Your heart fluttered, like a hummingbird. “Of course. Morpheus. Goodnight.”

His eyes twinkled, utterly overjoyed. A smile spread over his lips. He gently let go of your wrist and stood back with perfect posture. He bowed his head again, “Goodnight, (Y/N).”

You turned, finally stepping into your room. You gently shut the door as a giddy feeling washed over you. Morpheus’s footsteps soon faded away. You sighed, dreamily. Taking the rose from behind your ear, you floated over to the nightstand by your bed. You gently laid it down. Your fingers traced over the petals, unable to stop smiling. Maybe later you will get a cup and water for it. Your eyes, however, soon caught a folded piece of paper on the stand. Your smile faltered. Picking it up and unfolding it, your mother and father smiled back up at you. You folded the picture again. You tucked it under the beautiful white rose.

Just a little longer, you thought. I promise.

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the invitation.|| a vampire!dream of the endless x black fem!reader fic sneak peek

summary: too kind for your own good, you release a trapped man in your boss's basement and strangely enough forget all about it.

one year later, you're invited to his wedding as a thank you for saving his life. as your memories of that fateful night start to return and things go bump in the night, you realize there's something very strange going on.

where is the bride?

a vampire! morpheus fic inspired by the movies the invitation and crimson peak. heavy on the gothic romance and melodrama.

18+ only, ageless and blank blogs will be ignored.

sneak peek

A year of blood and yearning.

For each hour Dream had spent imprisoned, he would take his due in blood. That was a thing about the wealthy, they loved legacies, held the luxury of well recorded bloodlines, not that he needed that. 

Every single Burgess and Burgess adjacent mortal was drained of blood, an avenging feast of retribution for their crimes against him.  He drank his way through cousins and uncles, he sipped on acolytes and jailers,  dined and dined till his supper of punishment left him full.

And after that, the vampire yearned.

For you.

You were what saints should pray to.

The vampire was not a religious person but he would tear the devil in two for a single chance to dip between your brown thighs and drown.  

For that reason alone, Dream had work to do.

No throats to sink into or ravenous revenge to distribute, this was completely different, this was the crescendo of his immortal life’s work and it was all for you.

The vampire of dreams was taking a wife. 

And what a beautiful bride you’d make. 

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Yandere Vampire = link here

Intro : Morpheus is your very close friend. Although he acts a bit weird sometimes but he is a very fun guy to be around. There is a ritual. When a vampire finds a mate. They mark them. Although the mate doesn't turn into a vampire. But they live as long as the partner does. Morpheus really wanted to wait. But he was left no choice when you one day show up on the verge of death. In order to save you. This had to be done. "I..am so sorry" He says before biting down your neck

character desc: Morpheus is a little over 6'4. He is over 200 years old. He doesn't let you go i fear of losing you again.

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Vampires Dream Too (Part 1)

Sandman x TVD crossover 

Morpheus x reader! Salvatore sister

Uses fem!Y/N and third person POV, minimal description of Y/N just cause she’s a Salvatore so she’s gonna look similar to Stefan and Damon 

Word Count: 2378

next part

(( inspired by a post by @kpopgirlbtssvt ))

“Hello, brothers,” a voice said, making Damon and Stefan stop their bickering, turning towards the balcony doorway. There stood a young girl, hair color in between of the two brothers at a very dark, mahogany brown and eyes as piercing as a diamond. She had her arms crossed at her chest, a smirk on her lips as she looked at the two young men who stared at her in surprise.

“What’s going on?” another voice asked and the girl’s eyebrows raised as Elena walked in. The two girls stared at each other for a moment, silence piercing the room before Damon let out a dramatic sigh before making his way over to the girl. 

“Welcome home, Y/N,” he said, his arms opening and Y/N smiled, quickly moving to meet him halfway, her eyes closing as she wrapped herself in his hug. She took a deep breath, taking in his scent before they pulled away slightly, Damon smiling as he pushed a piece of her hair behind her ear. 

“Well?” Y/N asked, turning to Stefan who shook his head, chuckling as he moved to give her a hug as well, his chin resting on head. “Oh yeah, this feels nice.” “It’s good to see you, Y/N.”

“It’s good to be back. Although..” She stepped away from Stefan, leaning her hips against a desk nearby and she leaned her hands back, her head tilting as she looked at the two men. “I have to say how ironic it is that when I left all those decades ago, I left you both bickering and decades later, I found you both…bickering,” She looked at the familiar girl with long brown hair and those sad, sad brown eyes, “And also how ironic it is…that it’s over the same girl.”

“Y/N, please,” Stefan cut in and she turned to look at him, “It’s..” 

“Don’t you dare tell me this is different, brother,”

“Wait…” the girl said, “Brother?” Y/N rolled her eyes as she turned to look at Damon, who gave his signature side smile.

“Fine, I’ll play nice,” Y/N sighed and she pushed herself off the desk, walking up to the girl who reminded her so much of Katherine Pierce. “Nice to meet you, girl who looks like Katherine. My name is Y/N. Y/N Salvatore. I’m Damon’s and Stefan’s younger sister.”

“Uh…Elena. Elena Gilbert,” Elena said before turning to look at Stefan, “You have a sister that I’m just now finding out about?” Stefan sighed but nodded, running a hand through his hair. 

“When she left, she wasn’t too happy with us,” Damon said, giving Y/N a shove and she rolled her eyes, giving him a shove back. 

“I’m still not happy with you two,” She said, her eyes looking at Elena and she began to slowly walk circles around the girl, her arms crossing over her chest. “I left Mystic Falls all those years ago because I couldn’t stand watching my brothers bicker over the same woman who turned them both into vampires who then turned me into a vampire and I come back to Mystic Falls to find my same stupid brothers fighting over yet another woman who is not the same but has the same face and happens to be recently turned into a vampire instead of being one from the get go.” Elena’s eyebrows furrowed as she listened to the youngest Salvatore, her eyes looking questioningly at Stefan. “I have to say Katarina handled vampirism a lot better.”

“That’s because she’s Katherine,” Stefan sighed, “And this is Elena. She never wanted to be a vampire.”

  “And whose fault is it that she is?” Damon cut in and Y/N eyes widened in annoyance as the brothers began to bicker once again.

“Enough!” she ordered, getting in between her brothers and she pushed them both away from the other, the veins appearing under her eyes as she glared at them. “I didn’t come home all these years to watch you two fight all over again. Let it go or walk away. You’re seriously fighting over who caused what when it comes to vampirism? It is ridiculous.”

“Y/N…”

“I don’t really want to hear it, Stefan,” the youngest snapped before turning to Elena, who looked uncomfortable on the sidelines of the altercation, “Whatever has happened leading to this, matters not, brothers. Elena is a vampire whether she wanted it, whether either of you wanted it, whether a higher being wanted it. It literally doesn’t matter. What matters is making this immortal existence bearable, yes?” Both Salvatore brothers seem to contemplate her words before they looked away, a silent agreement to end the argument though only for the moment. Stefan took Elena’s hand and led her out of the room, leaving Y/N to turn to her eldest brother, a smile similar to his adorning her lips as he met her eyes.

“Care to give your darling little sister a tour of the town?” Y/N asked and Damon scoffed but the smile was evident as he moved to wrap his arm around her shoulders, the two walking out of Salvatore residence. 

“Darling would be the last thing I would describe you,” Damon said, side eyeing her and she gave him a shove, giggling as he immediately pulled her back, “It’s good to have you back, little sister.”

“I suppose it is good to be back though you have a lot of explaining to do,” She said and he groaned, his head leaning back as they made their way into town. As Damon and Y/N sat at the bar of Mystic Grill, the oldest telling his little sister everything that has occurred since their return to their hometown. Stefan and Elena were out in the woods, trying to subdue the new thirst that now plagued Elena’s mind. Both parties preoccupied, a new entity stood at the border right outside of town. A black raven perched itself on the ground next to him, the entity’s eyes glancing at it for a moment. 

“What exactly are we doing here, boss?” The raven asked, his head bobbing back and forth and the entity let out a sigh, the sun bright against his crystal blue eyes.

“One of the Dreamers has died…” the entity said slowly, “However, I could still see her dreams as she slept.”

“How is that even possible?”

“You are a raven of the Dreaming and you question the possibility for a Dreamer to be able to dream after death?”

“Good point. Do you think it is one of your siblings’ doing?”

“No, but Death should not be far from this place. I have always been curious to see how she handled a death like this.”

“A death like this?”

“You shall see soon, Matthew. Come,” The raven let out a caw as he flapped his wings, following close behind his master as they walked passed a sign, “Welcome to Mystic Falls” written on it. Nobody seemed to pay any mind to the man adorning a black cloak, a raven in tow and they walked the streets of the small town before stopping in front of a green building, Mystic Grill placed at the center above the door. 

“Did you do it?” Elena asked, moving to the chair next to Damon, interrupting his conversation with Y/N and the younger sister rolled her eyes as she took another sip of her drink. 

“You must have claimed a lot of lives for so many to assume it was you who started this fire, brother,” Y/N said and Damon shot her a glare, making her giggle as she held her hands up in mock surrender, “I’m just saying. First the sheriff and now Elena.”

“Well, like I told Liz, no,” Damon emphasized, “And if I did, why in the Hell would I bother hiding it? When have I ever hidden my body count?”

“Okay, ew,” Y/N scoffed, shoving her brother’s shoulder before his attention was on Elena, hearing her as she nervously explained her struggles with the animal diet Stefan was trying to put her on. Y/N raised her finger for another drink, the newly vervain free bartender pouring her another glass of whiskey. The younger sister turned a blind eye to her older brother and her other brother’s girlfriend sneaking off towards the bathroom, letting out a sigh as she whirled the drink around in the cup. 

“Moved to second place once again,” she mumbled to herself before taking another swig, placing her glass down only for it to instantly be filled once more. She continued to drink in an attempt to swallow her annoyance when the sound of a caw caught her attention, her eyebrows furrowing as she glanced to the side, a raven casually stood on the bar. She looked over both her shoulders, noting how no one seemed to pay any mind to the bird inside the building and she turned back to the raven, its head twitching back and forth. Damon uses crows, not ravens, she thought to herself, letting out a noise of surprise as the raven unfurled its wings, flying out of the building. A mix of suspicion and curiosity, Y/N got up from the bar, leaving the tab for her generous older brother before making her way outside. As the door closed behind her, her eyes squinted against the bright sun as she tried to pinpoint where the raven had gone, taking a moment to try and weed through all the sounds she was hearing. The distant sound of its wings flapping caught Y/N’s attention and she turned towards the forest, quickly making her way into it. 

“Interesting,” a deep voice said and Y/N whirled around, her eyes frantically looking around to find the source of the sultry voice, “In all of my existence, I have merely heard of your kind’s existence. I have yet to see one like you outside of your dreams.”

“Who are you?” Y/N asked, her eyebrows furrowed and her body was tense, ready to defend herself if needed. 

“Easy, girl,” another voice said but this one was feminine, more friendly, “Excuse my brother, he doesn’t play well with others.” Y/N turned towards the rustling of leaves, her body ready to run with her vampire speed but she immediately let out a breath of relief when a familiar face appeared, her body relaxing.

“Have I not warned you enough about sneaking up on me, Death?” Y/N asked, a smile on her face and the Endless sister smiled back, shrugging her shoulders. 

“Sneaking up on you wasn’t the goal, I was just following Dream’s lead,” Death said simply, gesturing to her left and Y/N followed where her hand motioned, her eyes widening a bit. Stepping out into the open area stood Dream of the Endless, adorned in black like his older sister but he was pale, almost sickly so compared to her. His face was calm, his blue eyes following Y/N’s movement as they stared at each other. 

“Your little brother?” Y/N asked, though her eyes were still on Dream but she could see Death nod from her peripheral, “Dream of the Endless?” It was more of a statement than a question, Y/N had only heard stories of the King of Dreams and Nightmares, whether from fairy tales or whenever she seemed to cross paths with Death but Dream nodded once to confirm.

“What’re you even doing here, brother?” Death asked, “Have you not had your fill of the waking world?”

“I came because I witnessed this dreamer’s dreams...or nightmares, better put. I was curious. These creatures are the only ones that I allow to have control over the dreams of others yet I have not met one outside of dreams.”

“You were bored,” Death said and Dream’s lips seemed to turn up ever so slightly into a smile but Y/N caught it and it was safe to say that the sight wasn’t bad to see. 

“However,” Dream continued, ignoring his sister’s tease, “I see I was too late to see how you handled these types of deaths.” Death shrugged, her lips opening to respond once more when the sound of a voice rang through the forest, calling Y/N’s name. 

“Well, looks like they remembered my existence,” Y/N sighed, a side smile on her face but Death gave her a knowing look, which the vampire ignored, “It was nice seeing you, as always, Death and a pleasure to meet you Dream…if I can call you that? I don’t want to be too formal, you are a king after all.” Dream’s expression barely changed, no response being said and the vampire nodded awkwardly, hearing her name being called once more. She offered one more wave and smile, Death returning it as always but Dream didn’t move, only his eyes following as she turned to leave, calling after the voice as she walked towards it. The two Endless siblings stood together, hiding far enough to go unnoticed but close enough to watch as Y/N moved out from the shadows of the trees, a man who Dream assumed was one of the brothers she spoke about, looking at her with concern. Another girl was with them, Dream recognizing her as the dreamer whose sleep was filled with nightmares, her death being replayed over and over. Y/N and the man spoke for a moment at the edge of the forest before she looped her arms through his, all three walking into town. Dream’s eyes continued to follow Y/N’s disappearing figure, though he wouldn’t admit it as his sister took his attention, asking him if he were heading back because she had to continue with her appointments. 

“I will be returning to the Dreaming but I may travel back here,” Dream told her and she raised an eyebrow in question, “Curiosity,” he said simply, answering her unasked question and they bid their farewells, Death disappearing in the trees. Matthew landed on the ground next to the king who spared him a glance before turning back to where Y/N had disappeared. 

“With all that I’ve seen as your raven, boss,” Matthew said and Dream looked back down at him, “I thought nothing could surprise me but holy shit, vampires exist!” 

[kpopgirlbtssvt]

Are there any Sandman (Netflix) stans out there who also love The Vampire Diaries/The Originals?? It would be so interesting to see those worlds collide!!! Like imagine this pairing- Morpheous with the youngest Salvatore (vampire) sister?? Dream ends up going to Mystic Falls where he meets Y/n Salvatore (present day), Damon and Stefan’s younger sister (of course the characters would need to be aged up… Maybe she would be 20, Stefan 21, and Damon would still be around 25??). It would be sooo interesting seeing him with Y/n, who is a vampire and a Salvatore!! Imagine her personality being somewhat of a mix between Damon and Stefan- The sweetness of Stefan and the mischievous, sarcastic, teasing personality, of Damon… Dream would have his hands full haha, like she’d probably remind him of Desire, just without the plotting against him stuff. But omggg what if Y/n and Desire got along (as friends), Dream would be like “?????”. Lolll Omg also, her relationship with Death would be interesting considering she is technically “dead” since she’s a vampire??

[trinittyy]

fic recs

just a little assortment of my favorite works to keep track of them and also show love to the respective writers.

note - a majority, if not all, of the following works contain dark content that some could find triggering. tread carefully.

divider by @firefly-graphics

toxic affection - @love-toxin

warnings: harassment, bullying, some violence, forced relationship

pairing: yandere!bakugou x reader

literally unashamed to say that BNHA fanfiction is what brought me to Tumblr

but this was one of the first I found and it's epic

what's your escape - @gotnofucks

warnings: obsession, possessive behavior, non-con

pairing: dark!sherlock holmes x reader

the man is disastrously down bad for the poor reader

she was so witty and clever but in the end, he got what he wanted in the most satisfying way

infatuation - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor - masterlist

warnings: mentions of stalking, obsession, non-con

pairing: dark!clark kent x reader

poor girl didn't have a clue or a chance in the world to escape this man

sidenote: I can't add Roo to the recs without mentioning just how talented she is. She was the first proper introduction to dark fics in the Marvel fandom and I've been hooked ever since. The amount of detail and dedication that goes into her work is noticeable and she's a talent that deserves recognition. It's one thing to make me like a fic or two of my favorite Marvel men but another to have me thirst over shit I didn't think I'd like.

naughty ransom holiday tales - @jtargaryen18

warnings: kidnapping, non-con, dub-con

pairing: dark!ransom drysdale x reader

guilty pleasure series

hate to love ransom but I can't help it

what the king has - @sincerelythedarkside

warnings: dub-con, character death

pairing: soft!dark steve rogers x reader

royal au

love me a good jealous steve

plot twist shocked the shit outta me

smut was out of this fucking world

love bites - @cherienymphe - masterlist

warnings: character death, jealousy, non-con

pairing: dark!steve rogers x reader, peter parker x reader

modern vampire au (what's not to love there)

this actually made me cry like a bitch

ongoing series

sidenote: Seeing as Cherie will be on this list many times, I have to say it's difficult not to add every piece of work on this list because while some writers have a magnum opus, everything she writes is a work of art. Her range and the backstory she puts in her characters make each story feel like a movie I just can't get enough of. Will forever love her writing.

kryptonite - @cherienymphe

warnings: non-con, obsession

pairing: dark!bruce wayne x reader

the build-up and tension gave me actual chills

trailer park babydoll - @mypoisonedvine

warnings: dub-con, infidelity, age gap

pairing: wayne munson x reader

guilty pleasure fic

absolute filthy smut

wrath of the dragon - @straywords

warnings: non-con, chasing

pairing: dark!daemon targaryen x reader

yet another down bad man

overdue - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

warnings: creepy curtis, non-con, obsessive behavior

pairing: dark!curtis everett x reader

there's little to nothing i love more than a good ole broody man with attachment issues

anxious - @syntheticavenger

warnings: stalking, kidnapping

pairing: dark!peter parker x reader

tasm peter

cutest in a way lol little fic

the dream that got away - @dotieeee

there's not nearly enough dark fics ft my fave peter so I love this one

warnings: dub-con, non-con, manipulation, controlling behavior, obsession

pairing: dark!morpheus x oc!mera

probably the first dark fic about morpheus

each chapter was a masterpiece

and i still haven't seen the show lol

thanks for the invite - @syntheticavenger

warnings: non-con, bitchy friend behavior, implied drugging (i think), oral (f receiving), slight bondage

pairing: dark!lloyd hansen x reader

a funny little unhinged lloyd fic

rsvp - @syntheticavenger

warnings: dub-con, hide and seek, exasperated bodyguard, exhibitionism (a bit)

sequel to the fic listed above

lloyd is still unhinged and reader is still suffering

[dalivanmagritte]

NCT FIC REC : LEE JENO

back to the nct fic rec

Jeno fic rec part.2

lionheart (fav, smut, fluff, royal!au, knight!au, monarch!au)

premium boy-toy (fav, smut, stripper!au)

step on a crack, dr.lee's gonna break your back (fav, smut)

wanna know what it's like (fav, smut)

yours to tame (fav, fluff, smut, knight!au, princess!au, royal!au)

koi no yokan (fav, smut, abo!au)

slick pup (fav, pervert!au, smut)

prince of wolves (fav, smut, werewolf!au, vampire!au)

i suddenly realize my archnemesis is hot (fav,fluff, angstish, demigod!au, mythology!au)

pride & perjudice (fav, fluff, angst, smut)

secret (smut, fluff, sub!jeno (kink discovery))

my sunset is yours (fluff, hogwarts!au)

helping hand (fluff, hogwarts!au)

sweet lies (smut, angstish, ghost!jeno!au)

heatstroke (mechanic!au, smut)

transfiguration spell (smut, fluff, angstish, hogwarts!au)

sinking ships (smut, sailor!au, mermaid!au, horror!au)

tattooist!jeno (fluff, angst, tattooist!au, florist!au)

himbo (smut, himbo!jeno)

cute little intern (smut, ceo!au, intern!au)

mine only (smut)

possessive dad! (smut, pregnancy!au, soon to be parents!au)

ridin' club switching lanes (smut, streeracer!au)

sweet fury (smut)

rainfall (fluff)

the deal (fluff, college!au)

cigarettes after sex (fluff, angstish, suggestive, college!au)

just so you know x jaemin (smut)

change in you (smut, vampire!au, georgian-era!au)

puppy (smut, supernatural!au, werewolf!au)

sunshine (fluff, angst, mermen!jeno)

hit the breaks! (serie, smut, streetracer!au, mechanics!au)

rich purity (serie, smut, virgin!au)

the lucky one (fluff, angst, demigod!au, mythology!au)

son of morpheus (fluff, demigod!au, mythology!au)

son of apollo (fluff, demigod!au, mythology!au)

son of shadows (part of elysios serie, fluff, demigod!au, mythology!au)

the tale older than time (fluff, demigod!au, mythology!au)

late night company (fluff, comfort angst, demigod!au)

scream (smut (dirty smutt), halloween!au, ghostface!jeno)

possessive jeno (smut, roommate)

a different kind of exercise (smut, personal trainer!au)

the rock of gibraltar (smut)

jeno uses his strength against you (smut)

why dying my hair was the best decision of my life (fluff)

the bat & dove (smut, fluff, mafia!au, racer!jeno)

do you even know how to have fun? (angst to fluff, badboy!au)

take my breath (smut, abo!au)

puppy pound (smut, abo!au)

jealous (smut, abo!au)

sos x jaemin (smut, abo!au)

destiny (smut, abo!au)

i'm a mouse duh! x jaemin (smut)

they're roommates x jaemin (smut)

sos x jaemin (smut, abo!au)

stepbro alpha jeno (smut, abo!au, stepbro!au)

day6: overstimulation (smut)

day19: pet play (smut)

banana (smut)

guardian gloves (smut, angstish, boxer!au)

teddy bear (smut)

strong jeno (smut)

codename : monster (smut)

his order (smut, ceo!au)

sli(ck-p)up (smut, perv!jeno)

fireproof (smut, brotherbf!au, college!au)

size kink (smut)

only 'til dawn (smut, badboy!jeno, goodgirl!reader)

little wifey (smut, husband!au)

pretzel (smut, abo!au)

hard dom! (smut)

wrapped around your fingers (smut)

phone fuck me (smut, ghostface!au)

my first and last (smut, college!au)

the sequel x jaemin (smut, ghostface!au, halloween!au)

incubus!jeno (smut, incubus!au)

summer hair = forever young (smut, fluff)

cookie jar x jaemin (smut, stepbrother!au)

perv!jeno (smut, roommates!au, perv!au)

monster in hiding (smut, stalking!au)

can't take it? (smut)

can you handle it? x johnny, jaehyun, jaemin (smut)

ascention to the throne (serie, smut, royal!au, prince!au, political!au)

baby trapping (smut, sugardaddy!au)

shameless (smut, stepson!au)

undone (noncon, smut)

teddy bear -> our sick story, thus far x haechan (dubcon, smut)

stepbro!jeno part.2 (DUBCON, smut, stepbrother!au)

behind closed doors x haechan (smut, slight dubcon, stepbro!au)

the walls are thin x jaemin (DUBCON, smut)

shoplifter x mark (dubcon, smut, bodyguard!au, stepfather!au)

switch -> chain x johnny (dubcon, smut, neighbour?au)

arcade (continuation of switch/chain, smut)

[dreamdaddymorpheus]

from dusk till dawn | morpheus x ancient vampire!reader

pairing: morpheus x ancient vampire!reader summary: Morpheus journeys to Hell to reclaim what is his...and his helm, he supposed. Lucifer is disgusted. warning: mentions of bl o o d, slight accidental d a ddy k*nk tbh, no beta we die like jessamy. a/n: also someone tell me why do I keep pairing Dream with unhinged women? lmao altho ngl this is giving brat tamer dream oopsie

“You have recovered your helm, dear Morpheus, I wonder why you linger still?” Lucifer Morningstar was arguably one of the most beautiful beings in existence – their graceful countenance marred only by the transparent derision they held for the King of Dreams and Nightmares. Or daughter-stealer as they would often call him in the privacy of their chambers. “I guarantee you safe conduct. You are free to return to your realm and sort your affairs, I’m certain there is much to do after…a century, was it?”

Morpheus merely smiled, ever serene and somewhat nonchalant, “You still yet possess another that which belongs to me.” He knew the result those words would bring, and he watched with slight amusement when black wings rippled with indignation. “I have also come to rectify that.”

“The gall.” The words came in a snarl through trembling lips and gritted teeth, laced with pure venomous intent. How this grim and fatalistic cradle robber succeeded in charming Hell’s progeny, the apple of their eye, escapes Lucifer even to this day.  “You overstep, Dream lord. What you claim to be yours is beyond that even of the Endless.” For you were not a small existence to be trifled with, even if you were foolish enough to give your heart to one so beneath you.

With pursed lips, Morpheus looked on coldly, “Do you intend to keep me from her, Lightbringer?” He challenged with a raised brow, tilting his head slightly to the side. “I assure you that would be unwise.”

Lucifer considered the Endless, watched with scrutinizing eyes for any sign of deception. Any sign of a ruse to lead him to you. “And pray tell, Dream of the Endless, why that would be?” They allowed a hint of amusement to slip into their tone, mocking almost. As if anything in the universe could justify such a reunion.

“Has she fed as of late?” The certainty in which those words were delivered, and the accompanying smirk startled the Ruler of Hell. No, no you have not.  You have refused all offerings and has secluded yourself in your palace, alone. This has baffled your progenitor to near madness for almost a century—

Morpheus watched the realization dawn on their face, his own smile widening at the very sight of it. One does not simply elude a child of the All-Mighty and to do so successfully was a high on its own. He shouldn’t enjoy it too much – especially when he intends to make a family out of Lucifer Morningstar yet. “Well, Lightbringer?” He mocked.

“What does that have to do you with you?” Gone were all false courtesies, replaced with such coldness it could very well freeze Hell over.

Morpheus dropped his smile then, features shifting to that of great solemnity, “We each took a vow. I pledged to surrender to her mercy, and she pledged to feed no more on innocent blood.” The explanation was simple, too simple,  but true, “It seems she has kept her word.” There was pride in his voice as well as affection, proud for what you have endured to keep your oath. He intends to keep his.

Lucifer couldn’t decide whether to rage at the fact that you have entered such a covenant or at the fact that you have not disclosed your hold over the King of Dreams and Nightmares to them. Foolish child. If only they did not adore you so. “You will right this, Morpheus.” They commanded in a tone that brokered no argument.

Dream of the Endless, accompanied by Lucifer themselves, followed the black marbled floors and cavernous walls of your palace. A quick glance through one of the lancet windows dotted along on either side of him showed the familiar sight of the eternal night of your realm with the moon perpetually high and full in the midnight skies.

At the end of this coiling halls was what seemed to be an ordinary wall adorned with a stained glass depicting the fable of Lilith, the rebellious first wife of Adam. How very fitting for you, indeed. He took a moment to ponder over an image of you as a rebellious wife and couldn’t stop the smile curling his lips. He was certain you would fight him tooth and nail over anything simply for the thrill of fighting him.

Lucifer to his side, however, could only roll their eyes at the Endless’ soft countenance. They didn’t need to be a mind reader to know his thoughts. “Make no mistake, Morpheus. You are here to end this juvenile accord with my daughter.”

Morpheus refused to acknowledge the warning and merely kept his eyes forward as they came to a stop before the decorated wall.

“Sanguis vita est.” As the commanding voice of the fallen divine filled the silent halls – a large, crystalized serpent rose from the marbled floors and slithered its way along the stained glass to form an arch and reveal an intricate set of doors that towered above them.

“I tire of your offerings, your grace.” Came a hoarse voice from behind the doors, dry and strained, before either could make their presence known.

Lucifer let out a resigned sigh at your usual display of indomitable will. It would have been admirable if they weren’t so anguished by your self-inflicted suffering.

Morpheus, on the other hand, felt himself freeze on the spot. There was a time when he thought he may never see you again and yet here you were with only a wall to impede your union. Without a word, he pushed open the doors to your chambers and allowed his eyes to wander –  slowly taking in the high ceiling and the enormous rose window facing the four-poster bed against the wall with red velvet covers and fluffy pillows haphazardly thrown here and everywhere. His eyes rest on the black velvet chaise situated in the centre of the room where he found you on your back, head hanging over the edge and your tresses pooling on the floor like a river, blood shot eyes staring directly at him.

You let out a derisive laugh at the sight of your unwanted visitors, “That,” You raised a finger to point at what looked to be identical to your lover, “is low, even for you.”

“That,” Mimicked your progenitor, “is not my doing.”

Morpheus watched you rise and turn to prowl with practiced grace, “The resemblance— is frightfully uncanny.” He noted the dark circles in the banks of your eyes, a stark contrast to the ghostly pallor of your complexion, but dare he say the way you purred could bring him to his knees. His eyes remained firmly on you as you leaned forward and audibly inhaled, moaning at the scent of him, “You smell just like him—” He could see the conflict reflected in the glassy sheen of your eyes, dry lips parted slightly as though drinking him in as your hands reached hesitantly for his face, pausing just an inch away.

Then you wrenched yourself away, crashing against the furniture in your way until you felt the cold, hard wall pressed against your back. “Leave!” You roared, angry and pained, sliding down to the floor and pulling your knees against your chest, “Take your temptation with you! I have no want nor need for it!”

He never once doubted you, but to witness the decisive rejection of the chance to quench what Morpheus could only imagine to be immense hunger left him feeling the true weight of his absence. To witness you in this state, so far from the proud, preening princess of Hell –- there was no pride or boost to his ego, just an ever-present ache in his chest.

Lucifer merely looked weary, like a parent forced to endure their offspring’s childish outburst. A tantrum.

Morpheus turned to address the winged being beside him, “Perhaps you should give us a moment, Lightbringer.”

Lucifer looked ready to challenge him at first, but a look of consideration flashed on their features before they rolled their eyes and made to leave, though not without another warning, “Do not test my generosity, Morpheus.”

Dream reached inside the darkness of his robes and produced an ornate dagger, “You have endured well, my stars.” He wrapped one hand around the blade while the other pulled the hilt in one swift motion, Endless ichor oozing and dripping from the wound. He dropped his hands to his side as he approached you, leaving a trail of his essence to drip behind him and fill the space with his scent, tempting you away from your defensive pose on the floor.

You recognized him then despite the haziness in your vision – his scent was singular, unlike any other, so much so you were willing to give up all and any but his. You longed to give in, to rush into his arms and devour him whole. A century, however, was not so easily forgotten.

Morpheus blinked only once before he felt himself thrown across the room, his neck held in a chokehold by a pale hand attached to his snarling lover, “You abandoned me!” You cried, launching him once more to the furthest wall. “You traitorous bastard!” His heart ached at the unadulterated hurt in your voice – though he didn’t have to wait long before your entire countenance shifted back to raging fury. He watched you break a post off your bed and could only dodge when you hurled it at him. “H-How could you—” Angry tears broke through your defences, your hands clawing at the spot where your heart should be until the skin there was red and raw, “I-I waited for you—like a fool! You—” and in a small voice, vulnerable and broken, you whispered, “—you never came for me.”

He murdered Roderick Burgess a hundred thousand times in his mind’s eye in that very moment, in the few seconds it took to watch you fall to your knees in utter devastation. His mortal death was not enough for this transgression -- he deserved the deepest, darkest parts of Hell that even Lucifer Morningstar themselves would not dare to thread.

Morpheus took slow, but sure, measured steps towards you, feeling his own eyes burning, “Do you truly believe I would forsake you so?” The pain betrayed the edge in his voice. “—that my love and devotion to you are frivolous? That I did not ache and hunger for you also?” He was angry, frustrated, with you, with himself, even with fucking Destiny – him and his stupid book.

Dream hardened his heart at the face of your stubborn refusal to look at him – obstinate as ever, he would take comfort in that at least. “Cease your childish tantrums. You have not fed for a century.” He pointed out coldly, retreating behind a callous exterior – a poor attempt, really, for the tender way he scooped you up into his arms soothed the sting of his words. He moved to sit down on the chaise you previously occupied and situated you on his lap so you would be straddling him, his arms tight around your waist. “Will you feed yourself or must I force you?”

You huffed petulantly, looking away momentarily before catching his gaze again just to blatantly roll your eyes. “I should have taken Desire up on their offer, I’m certain they’d quench my thirst well eno—.” You yelped in surprise when his palm landed on your bottom while his other hand pulled the roots of your hair until it was your throat that was exposed to him.

“I should like to see you try, my stars. I would very much enjoy making them watch me claim what they will never have.” His words achieved their intended purpose when he heard you let out a breathy moan. “Will you behave?” He growled against your throat, purring when you whispered a submissive yes. “There’s my princess.” He praised affectionately, releasing his hold on your hair to tenderly brush his fingers through them instead. Morpheus leaned back slightly, tilting his head to the side to present his neck to you.

Being this close to his warmth had your mouth quite literally watering, your insides clenching in anticipation for that first gulp. You leaned forward until the tip of your nose touched the tender flesh on his neck, ever so soft and unblemished. Your tongue darted out to blindly search for that special spot you knew would taste the sweetest, letting out a triumphant hum when you found it instinctively. You moaned his name, wanton and needy, before you bit down and ruptured the skin on his neck until you felt and tasted that thick, syrup-like substance.

He watched you curled over him, suckling softly at the wound while emitting a purr from the back of your throat. He may never admit it aloud, but he found you most beautiful in moments like these, when your hunger and desperation for him was at its highest. When you were so lost in his taste that you don’t even notice the slight rocking motions you made against him while sat on his lap.

This has always been an intimate act between you both, either resulting in making love or was the result of making love. To experience it again after a century, when he once thought all hope was lost, was simply euphoric. Morpheus made no attempt to hide his arousal, tightening his grip around you as he sinks further into the chaise, eyes drifting close to savour this moment, this feeling. There would be time for explanations and apologies later.

Meanwhile outside your chambers…

I may vomit, Lucifer thought.

[dyns33]

The Temple

Morpheus x female reader 

Y/N was not immortal. She was not a goddess, or a fairy, or a witch.

Only a human waitress who had gotten a job at the New Inn, and had quickly become friends with the owner, Mr. Gadling.

Hob, as he liked to be called, was a bit of a strange man. Very nice, high school history teacher, who used the rest of his free time to take care of his pub, where he served customers while correcting his students' homework.

When asked how he managed to find the time to do everything, he replied mysteriously that he had plenty of time.

It was during a night that Y/N discovered her boss's secret.

As they were going to close, after cleaning the tables and turning off the lights, a man came in, pointing a gun at them, ordering them to give him the money.

Not wanting trouble, Hob agreed, giving everything they had as quickly as possible. But the man had then looked at Y/N with a funny look.

It wasn't hard to know what he was thinking. But before he could speak, Mr. Gadling had then lunged at him, grabbing his arm so he was no longer pointing his gun at Y/N. The fight was quick, a shot was fired, and both men fell to the ground.

The thief was unconscious, as Hob clutched his chest, watching his blood flow. Y/N let out a scream, grabbing a towel to put pressure on the wound, while picking up her phone to call for help, refusing to think that it was unnecessary, as the bullet was at the location of the heart.

Then a strange thing happened. Mr. Gadling was in pain, it was obvious, but he tried to smile anyway, a twisted grin, looking at her kindly. He took her phone and hung up, before wiping away her tears, no longer worrying about his injury.

    "Don't cry, duck. It's okay."

    "Hob... Hob, I'm sorry."

    "No, don't be. It's not your fault. Why are people so stupid and rude ? He couldn't take the money and leave ? As a gentleman, I couldn't leave him to you. touch. Don't worry, I... I just need some time. Then you can call the police."

    "But... You will die." she sobbed.

     "... Can you keep a little secret for when we have to make our depositions ?"

It turned out that Hob Gadling could not die. Not if he didn't want to at least. 

It wasn't very clear, and he himself didn't seem to really know how things worked, but after an hour his wound was almost healed, they were able to clean up the blood and call the police.

    "Well... It was a pleasure to meet you." he sighed when they were alone. "I'm going to have to grab my things and leave now. If you could be lovely and not tell anyone until I'm gone..."

    "What ? You're leaving ?! Why ?!"

    "As soon as someone finds out my secret or suspects something, I leave. I can't stay in the same place for more than twenty years. It was nice, I'll probably come back later when everyone will have forgotten me. I will say that I am a nephew. Damn, I hoped to be there if my stranger decided to find me."

    "But you don't need to leave ! I won't say anything, I swear !"

Hob gazed at her for a long time, considering the situation, before deciding that he trusted her.

He trusted her so much that he told her his whole story. His adventures. His marriage, wife and children.

His stranger.

Another immortal, or something else, supernatural creature, vampire, demon, god.

The one he considered a friend, whom he met once every hundred years, with whom he had argued, and who hadn't come to their last date.

    "Oh." said Y/N sadly. "Why ?"

    "You should ask him. Although he probably won't answer, he's not very good at communication. Maybe he's still mad at me. Maybe he'll never come again. In addition, the pub where we met has closed. That's why I created this place, so that if one day he comes back, he can find me, like before."

Loneliness was a feeling that Y/N knew quite well. Attachment too, to certain people that we always wanted to have with us and whose mere presence made us happy.

Helping Hob Gadling became her mission. Because he was her boss, her friend, her savior, and she wanted him to be happy. So she would do everything to make sure he stayed as long as possible at the New Inn, until his stranger returned.

She took care of the place with much more ardor and love than before, making it warm, welcoming, alive. People who came to the pub all said that the owner and the waitress brought them a little joy and hope.

Every day, Y/N came to work wondering if the stranger would be here this time. Even without knowing him, he occupied her thoughts and her nights. Her dreams. She would picture a tall, pale man, with raven hair, eyes containing a starry night, and from which there emanated something indescribable. She really wanted to meet him, and for him to come back to see Robert, who had been waiting for him for more than a hundred years.

Since he didn't seem human, she wondered if he would hear her prayers. In any case, she didn't know how she could love someone she had never seen, nor how she could miss him.

And one day, when she went to ask Hob if he wanted another coffee to finish correcting his students' papers, she found him sitting across from a man. Even though her instinct immediately told her that it wasn't a man. He was too expressionless to be a man, and he looked a lot like her dreams.

    "Ah ! Y/N !" Hob said when he saw her, his eyes sparkling and a huge smile on his face. "I must introduce you ! Y/N, this is my stranger. Stranger, this is Y/N, my employee and my friend."

    "I see." said the stranger in a distant voice. "Honored to properly meet you, young priestess."

    "Priestess ?"

    "Of course. This temple was built for me, its essence, its walls, all sing in my name, and while you became my priest, Hob Gadling, you were aided by this priestess."

     "... What ?" Hob and Y/N said at the same time.

     "Didn't you feel it ?"

     "Not really, dove." answered the immortal, a little lost. "Are the other employees also priests ?"

     "No. They do not know the purpose of this place."

Y/N didn't really know how to react. By deciding to work at the pub and help Hob, she hadn't signed up to become the priestess of an unknown, visibly tempestuous god who could harm her if she didn't celebrate him properly.

Frightened, she excused herself to serve other customers, before staying behind the counter, as far as possible from Hob and his stranger, who looked at her for a while, before resuming their conversation.

When the god was gone, her boss tried to reassure her. He had been as surprised as she by the term "priest", but he didn't think it really made sense. It only seemed to please his stranger that someone thought of him when creating a place.

     "I don't think he's going to get you in trouble. He never gave me any. Yeah, it hurt me when he left, but that's it, and he came back, and now he will come back In a hundred years, when you... Anyway, he won't give you trouble, I promise you, and if he does, I'll never talk to him again."

This did not reassure her. Y/N went home wondering if she should quit or if it was too late for that. If she had made a pact with the devil without doing it on purpose, like Hob who had become immortal without knowing why.

She still managed to fall asleep despite her fears, only to find herself in a pub that looked like the New Inn, but older.

     "This is the White Horse. Hob Gadling and I used to meet there a long time ago."

The stranger was there, seated at a table by the fire, slowly waving his hand to invite her to take a seat in the chair opposite him. Imagining that she had no choice, Y/N obeyed.

     "I sensed that you were afraid of me, Y/N Y/L/N. My raven informed me that I needed to talk to you to clarify the situation."

     "Your raven ?"

      “Matthew. He can be impertinent, but he has some good advice, when he wants to. As a priestess of the Dreaming, you have certain responsibilities, but you don't have to worry about them. You already fulfill them remarkably well."

     "I don't understand." Y/N sighed, still scared.

     "Very well. I am Dream of the Endless, Morpheus, Master of dreams and nightmares, prince of stories. As my priestess, it is your duty to welcome the dreamers, to entertain them, to give them hope, to guide them on the right path and to ensure that they leave without injury. You are already doing all this, with Hob Gadling as with all those who enter my temple. So I have nothing more to ask from you."

     "... He's going to be furious."

     "... Who ?" asked the stranger, Morpheus, his brow furrowing, giving expression to his doll's face for the first time.

     "Hob ! You haven't told him your name for ages, when I just met you. We're going to be in trouble."

     "Oh ? Really ? I'll think about telling him next time."

     "A hundred years from now ? When I... When I'm gone ? No offense, but I couldn't keep this secret until I died."

     "I was thinking of returning next week, if my obligations permit it. Fear not, I will speak to Hob Gadling. And to my sister, if you wish so, dear priestess. Your love haunts the walls of my temple, as well of your dreams. I will do what I can to make you happy."

He then stood up, the pub around them growing hazy. As if it was perfectly normal, Morpheus took the time to kiss her hand wishing her a good day, then Y/N woke up.

She hesitated to mention this encounter to Hob. Maybe it was just a dream after all. She decided not to give too many details, indicating only that she had dreamed of the stranger, who had confirmed to her that he expected nothing from her, and that he would return soon.

     "Soon ? Next week ? Really ? That would be wonderful !" Hob marveled, hopping around the tables like a 600-year-old child.

     "Yes, wonderful. He also talked about his sister."

     "His sister ?"

     "He said he would talk to her if that was what I wanted." repeated Y/N, continuing to wash the windows, while observing the raven which was standing on a tree.

     "I didn't know he had a sister, but good for him ! He's coming back !"

Morpheus returned, to give his name to Hob who happily accepted it, and to tell Y/N that his sister had accepted. He didn't immediately explain what that meant. It took several years, a panic attack, and Matthew the talking raven to make it clearer.

Even if he hadn't known his name before, Hob was right, his stranger was not very good at communication, too glad to have two priests, and maybe two friends, now immortal.

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𓅨 Just One Sip: Chapter Two

Just One Sip: You take a job as a security guard at an old manor to pay off your crippling student debt. You did not expect to be guarding a mysterious man trapped in a glass cage or to fall under his starry eyes. You were going to break him out, but becoming his snack was not part of the plan.

Warnings: Morpheus Getting Jealous Of His Dream Self (And Then Has A Melt Down Because Of It).

To Note: Vampire!Dream x Female!Reader, It’s a little dark but Reader doesn’t complain.

Word Count: ~5.1k

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You had nice dreams. Wonderful even. They kept you happy and entertained, lost in a paradise of endless greenery and sun. You didn’t remember when you had last felt this relaxed, this stress free, this happy… and it was all because of the man who held your hand and pulled you about, showing you every nook and cranny of the wonderful forest and fields. It was a fantasy you never wanted to wake up from because you felt truly happy, and you hadn’t that warm touch in years.

You were dressed in some fancy thing, a dress with flowing skirts that felt light as a feather and soft against your skin. You’d never worn something like it, but it was nice to feel dressed up in a carefree way. Looking up at the man, you tried to figure out why he felt so familiar to you. His incredible blue eyes stared deep into yours like he wasn’t surrounded by the beauty of nature. No, he looked at you like you were the only thing he could see.

He lifted his free hand and brushed his fingers along the crest of your cheek, almost as if he was marveling your beauty. You felt a shiver run up your spine when his thumb stroked your skin further. Tightening your grip on his hand, because you feared what you would feel without him, you stepped closer to him and peered up into his face. How could one man be this beautiful?

You couldn’t help but raise your own hand and brush your fingers along his face. He let you, of course, leaning into your touch, savoring it. Your touch traveled along the curve of his jaw, appreciating how he seemed to be sculpted by the gods, or perhaps something even higher. Then your fingers trickled over the arch in his cheek. Marble. Or maybe pearl. You couldn’t decide which. One hard. One delicate. Both perhaps? The man’s eyelashes fluttered as his eyes closed and he leaned into your touch. Oh yes, he was both indeed. Hardened like marble. Delicate like a pearl. You thought it incredibly beautiful that he could be both.

“I wish this could last forever,” You spoke softly, continuing to trace his face. In a matter of seconds, the skies overhead darkened. Blinking in confusion, your eyes turned skyward as clouds quickly covered the beautiful and shining sun. They continued to darken, rapidly extinguishing the bright and carefree day. You looked back to the man, only to find that he had vanished without a trace, gone from your touch. Twisting in place, your eyes frantically looked around, you couldn’t just suddenly be alone! Then something splashed onto your face. Cold. Wet. Looking up, more droplets fell from the sky as the heavens above opened up. Your paradise soon became a nightmare.

So you started running away from what had once been an idyllic view. You wanted away from this rain, from this cold. You wanted that warm sunshine back. The fields quickly turned muddy, splashing your skin with wet clay and coarse material, then you found yourself flying across a forest floor, sharp branches and rocks digging into your bare feet. You couldn’t shake that feeling of dread and misery, no matter how fast you ran or how far you went.

The darkened forest twisted and bent in front of you, spindles of darkness curling around branches and turning them sharp, menacing. It was like they were clawing for you, trying to trap you in their noxious grasp and consume you until there was nothing left but raw fear, terror. You bat away another clawing branch, awkwardly leaping over a fallen tree. You slipped in the mud as you landed, almost falling. Clawing your way back to your feet, you lurched forward once again.

As your muddied body darted and twisted between crooked trees, you desperately wished that your dream man would return. Comfort you, make you feel not so alone in this scary place, the scary world. The ground beneath your feet disappeared and you began free falling through open air. Screaming as weightlessness ripped through your body, you waited for an impact that never came…

The Dreaming was a reflection of its lord, king, and creator… so it was only fair to assume that when the idyllic weather turned sour and darkened clouds filled with thunder and clout bloomed in the skies, that Lord Dream was in a terrible mood. He was. Like a flick of a switch, he had gone from enjoying watching you peacefully and happily wandering around your dreamscape with a conjured dream form of him, to you stating that you never wanted to leave that dream!

You wanted the dream of him, not Dream himself!

The dream lord was angrily sitting upon his throne, his eyes black in anger, and his teeth bared in territoriality. He’d been brooding since he had escaped his cage and brought you with him to the Dreaming. Regretfully, he hadn’t been able to control himself. When you struggled against the human Steven, the wound on your palm had broken open and your precious and tantalizing blood had been splattering everywhere. He hadn’t been able to control himself, not after spending weeks wondering what you tasted like, wanting to bury his face in your neck and breathe in your ambrosial scent.

So after he had tasted the blood oozing from your palm and dripping down your wrist, he had lost all control over his hunger. He had bitten you without asking for consent and proceeded to take far too much blood from your body. So Morpheus had spent the last three weeks drowning himself in self loathing and ire, hating his being with all he had and only taking relief in knowing that you were safe within his newly constructed palace, dreaming of paradise.

It was a dichotomous situation for Morpheus. Seeing you so happy with the dream rendition of himself. Smiling at him. Clinging to his hand. Touching him. Caressing him. He was obsessed with the way you looked at him, smiled at him, touched him… and yet, envy and jealousy were rearing their ugly heads because it wasn’t Morpheus whom you were smiling at, touching. It was the dream of him. Thus the reason for his foul and despondent mood.

Outside the throne room, the thunderous downpour intensified as Morpheus glowered and moped. Surely you were going to wake up from your slumber soon enough…

You woke up screaming and feeling as if you were still free falling. Arms flailing, you thrashed in place and clawed at the blanket covering you. When you finally felt free and not trapped in place, you heaved for air with your limbs spread out, and stared at the ceiling. Where the hell were you because no place in Fawny Rig was this bright. Wait. Little flickers of memory started passing through your mind, clawing at Steven, burying the letter opener into the glass cage, your blood everywhere. You gasped and immediately brought your injured hand up to inspect it.

Not even a mark or scratch.

Then you distinctly remembered teeth sinking into your neck. Slapping a hand against the place on your neck, your fingers searched for puncture wounds, but failed to find any.

“What the fuck, what the fuck,” You whispered to yourself, taking in your surroundings. You were most definitely not in Fawny Rig anymore. The room was too big, the furniture too different, and the architecture too wrong. It was beautiful, light, and open. Not closed off, heavy, and dismal. To your left were several windows and a balcony, and beyond a stormy day. Blankets of rain falling in waves. You couldn’t see anything beyond, the sky was so dark and stormy.

Hands scratching at the sheets beneath your body, you scrambled from the bed and got to your feet, your head rapidly swiveling around. Your feet carried you across the grandiose room to one of the large windows and you peered out, hoping that you would be able to see more than just rain with a closer view. Faintly, you could see lavish grounds, water, a town in the far distance. None of it was familiar. You placed a hand on the window and rested your forehead on the glass.

“What is going on?” You murmured to yourself, your eyes slowly drifting down. Your stiff and well starched guards uniform was gone, replaced with a delicate white gown that rested on your skin like satin. You’d never owned anything like it, or worn a fabric as soft and light. Never mind you had no idea how you even got into it in the first place… You were not going to wait around for someone to come tell you what was going on. So you turned away from the window and searched for the door of the room. You found two grand carved doors and moved towards them.

White fabric swirled around your legs as you hurried forwards, and as you dragged one of the elaborate doors open, you poked your head out. It was just as lavish in the hall as it was in the bedroom. So you slipped into the hallway and looked down both ways. You already knew that you were high up, you could tell just from looking out the window… so you planned on going down. Deciding to go left, you padded your way down the hall, your bare feet happy to find that the white marble underfoot warm. Odd, but you weren’t going to complain about that.

So you wandered hallway to hallway, alone and listening to the raging storm outside. Whatever this place was, it was very pretty, almost otherworldly even. Your eyes went everywhere, falling in love with the mysterious place all too easily. Wandering hall to hall, you eventually began passing people, strange people. They didn’t look human, and didn’t talk to you, but every person you passed bowed to you. Why were they letting you just wander around? Why did no one talk to you? By the time you were pretty sure that you were on the ground floor, you were half convinced that you had been drugged and you were simply hallucinating.

A very nice hallucination. Much preferred to your real life.

You had been probably wandering around for at least fifteen minutes, not knowing what to do, when you came across an exit. Water was already soaking the marble floor from the torrential rain pounding the palace, and you could feel the chill of it nipping at your feet. It was a startling change from the warm atmosphere of the halls you had been previously walking. Lifting your foot from the cold soaking warm stone, you wrinkled your nose and took several steps backward.

“Yeah, I am not going out into that mess,” You mumbled to yourself wrapping your arms around your bare arms.

“Tell me about it, it’s been like that for three weeks straight,” A voice spoke from behind you. Turning your head, you looked around to see who had spoke, but only saw an empty hallway, and a large black bird perched on a nearby bench armrest. It wasn’t the bird that had spoken… was it? Well you were hallucinating so it probably had been the bird.

“It’s been like this for three weeks?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. “That’s… quite dreadful I think. I don’t think that much water could be too good for the plants.”

“Yeah, the big boss is kinda in a mood,” The bird said, his beak moving. You blinked at him and shrugged, your guess had been correct. But apparently the ‘big boss’ was causing this torrential rain? Peculiar.

“Oh, why are they upset? I’d have thought that three weeks would be long enough to get over whatever upset your boss.” You questioned, frowning slightly at the idea of someone being so upset that they caused it to rain and storm for three weeks. Certainly this aggressively.

“Um, well, I don’t think the boss would like me telling on him,” The bird replied to you, shuffling his wings on his back. “He’s already upset enough.”

“Oh, I see,” You looked down at your body and shifted your weight from one foot to the other. “You wouldn’t happen to know where we are… do you? I woke up here but I don’t know how I got here.” You explained to the talking bird.

“You’re in the Dreaming, so welcome! I’m Matthew and I’m a raven of Lord Dream.” Matthew said, puffing his chest out.

“It’s nice to meet you, Matthew,” You replied back. “Who is Lord Dream?”

“He’s the big boss, the mighty lord and king of the dreaming!” Matthew said. “I’m his raven, granted I’ve only been on the job for like, a few weeks… but I’m his right hand man! Aside to Lucienne that is… anyways. He’s Dream of the Endless, but most people here call him Lord Morpheus.”

“So he’s the one in charge,” You surmised. Matthew bobbed his head.

“Oh yeah, he controls everything, including the weather…” You almost didn’t catch Matthew’s last grumble but it sounded like he had said that this Lord Dream could control the weather. But if he could control the weather, why was the weather so terrible?

“Matthew?” You probed, your fingers digging into the soft fabric of your white nightgown. “Could you bring me to Lord Dream?” You asked, vaguely remembering your struggle with Steven. Things grew cloudy after that, but you remembered the your mystery man had broken free. Your hand rose to your neck once more, once again searching for evidence of what happened. Had you imagined the entire thing? “I want to ask him if he can return me to my own world?”

“You want to leave!?” Matthew hopped in place, his feathers ruffled at the idea that you wanted to go back to the Waking. Morpheus was not going to like that! You saw that the raven looked uncomfortable and went to explain.

“I need to look for someone,” You explained to him. “I want to make sure they’re alright.”

“I can bring you to him, but I don’t know if he’ll want to let you leave… his mood’s been kind of fragile, ya know. Lot’s of brooding and moping. I think he even said he was despondent… which seems kind of exaggerated but…”

“What on earth could have him despondent?” You questioned as Matthew fluttered into the air and began flying down the hall. You followed.

“Uh,” Matthew sounded, not really knowing how to explain the fact that Morpheus was despondent over you, because he had accidentally hurt you and was now in a self-loathing pity party in which the Endless was disparaging himself to no end. “You know what? I don’t even know myself. Anyways, while you walk I’ll tell you about everyone in the Dreaming. So first there’s Lucienne, the real person in charge… just don’t tell Lord Dream that, she’s the head librarian…”

Matthew told you about everyone he could think of off the top of his head, and you rather liked the sound of the people. It was quite an adventurous dream/hallucination, and you were enjoying every moment of it… ignoring the horrendous weather outside the palace.

“…so this is the throne room, it’s really cool as these awesome moving stain glass windows you should totally check out.” Matthew spoke, fluttering to the marble floor a few paces away from you. Your eyes were glued to the ceiling, watching as beautiful colors shifted and moved, slowly revealing scene after scene. Walking forwards, you marveled at the images, wondering how they could move with such fluidity. Did it matter in the end? No, not to you.

“Uh, ma’am, you might wanna…” Matthew trailed off, not knowing what to say when he spotted Morpheus sitting on his throne in one of his moods again. Darkness and clout surrounded him, churning in clouds of energy that warded off any advances. Wow, this was an all time low for his boss.

“What were you saying Matthew?” The moment your voice echoed in a gentle cadence throughout the empty room, Morpheus’s attention was drawn from his inner glower. His gaze immediately found you. You were like a beacon of light within eternal darkness. The dream lord was instantly rising from his throne and striding down the winding steps. You yourself had caught sight of him, your mystery man, and you couldn’t help but walk swiftly for him, hope blooming in your chest.

“Oh my goodness,” You breathed out, nearly rushing up to him and automatically raising your hands to take his face in had. Your eyes immediately looked for signs of abuse and malnourishment, because you knew that he hadn’t been treated kindly, or treated at all. He didn’t look emaciated or injured, but not all injuries could be visible. “Please tell me you are okay?” You breathed out, your true worry and fears plastered on your face.

Morpheus couldn’t stop the silver glow within his eyes from you being so close again, standing in front of him, unharmed and well. He had feared that he had irreparably scared you off when his hunger won out. But no, you were in front of him and unafraid, asking if he was okay… the Endless only fell more in love with you.

“Please say something,” You whispered to him,  fearing that he would only remain stoic and silent. Maybe he was truly angry at humans, at you. You were wrong, oh so wrong. Morpheus wasn’t replying to you because he was entirely taken with your beauty, taken with the fact that despite his momentary loss of control, you were here, in front of him. He hadn’t scared you off. “Plea—”

“I am fine,” Morpheus smoothly spoke, gently placing his larger hand over yours. You shuddered in place from the complete and utter beauty of his voice alone. How could one being be this beautifully sculpted, and have a voice that was just as gorgeous?

“You— you’re not lying to me are you?” Your voice was small, echoing your inner fear. Morpheus wrapped his fingers around yours and firmly held your hand.

“I would not lie to you,” He gently reassured you, then his eyes went to your neck. The precious place where his teeth had broken through your flesh and he had greedily taken your blood without permission. His other hand reached up and brushed your healed skin while his self loathing returned. “Please forgive me, for I have wronged you.”

You blinked in confusion, not understanding why he was apologizing. Was it not humans who had trapped him for over a century.

“What are you apologizing for? I’m not the one who spent a century trapped in a glass ball.” You countered, your eyes pinching together once more. “I’m— I’m so sorry you had to go through that and I’m sorry I couldn’t get you out sooner.”

The scent of your anxiety was tainting the lush and desirous scent of your blood, and Morpheus found that he loathed it. Loathed the way you worried, loathed the way you feared. He didn’t want anything but a smile on your face.

“I am apologizing, because I took without asking for permission,” He told you, his fingers trickling along your neck and feeling the way your blood pulsed beneath your flesh. “And I was unable to control myself afterwards, taking far too much from you and causing you to faint.” Your eyelashes fluttered and you nearly swooned from the way his fingers fluttered along your neck, so carefully, and so gently. Breathing heavily, you focused your eyes on his once more. You could have sworn that you saw stars there.

“You were trapped for over a century,” You whispered, unable to stop the trembles in your body. “I am sure you were thirsty.”

“It was not mine to take, certainly not when I was not given permission.” Morpheus pressed, his fingers stroking the underside of your jaw. His incisors were threatening to descend once more. Oh how just the scent of you made his endless control evaporate. It was like he was a newborn babe with uncontrolled thirst. Surely had better control over himself, he had been living for thousands of eons. You pursed your lips, and Morpheus stared at them, wishing he could kiss you, feel how soft your lips were… indulge all that he had been dreaming of while glass had separated you.

“My body will always make more,” You pointed out. “And given what we did to you I think it’s only fair.” Morpheus’s eye twitched and his gaze intensified, blue turned entirely silver.

“There is no we, in this situation.” Morpheus corrected you, pulling on your hand out to show your palm. Your healed palm. “You were hurt too, Y/N.” Your eyes flickered to where you once had a wound. His tongue traced the blood trails leading down your wrist, savoring the sweet taste of your nectar and indulging on what he had thirsted for since you had arrived. No entity had tasted as delicious and divine as you had. That’s what had pushed his hunger and desire over the edge. While you and Morpheus were staring each other down, Matthew fluttered over.

“So… you know Lord Morpheus?” Matthew asked you, entirely confused on the situation.

Morpheus was constantly lurking the background, watching you. Watching you interact with the citizens and subjects of the Dreaming. Watching how well you integrated into his home. It was like you had entirely forgotten about the Waking World. He found satisfaction in that because he never wanted you to leave. But at the same time, you were there, taunting him with your haunting scent. Teasing him with your bewitching beauty. Morpheus was starving himself, all of his usual sources of drink no longer appetizing to him. There were a great many beauties within his realm, many in other realms too, Morpheus had nearly an unlimited source of beings willing and waiting to provide him with sustenance, with their blood… but only yours was appetizing to the Endless. It was agony to have you so close, to have you so near. But he didn’t want to risk hurting you again so he allowed himself to starve, to suffer.

On this outing, you were wandering through town, talking with the people, laughing. Your smile was so bright and all who were blessed to see it, felt the happiness you exuded. You bought several different kinds of fruits you were interested in trying and placed them in the basket you were carrying before venturing over to a flower vender. You didn’t recognize any of the flowers on sale, but found all of them truly beautiful. Your eyes caught sight of a batch of flowers that were tucked away in the corner of the venders area.

They were dark, almost a midnight black, but your eyes could pick up on the shimmers glimmering within the petals, making the flowers have a sheen of nightly elegance. Reaching out, you brushed your fingers along one of the velvety petals, surprised when the illuminous dust transferred from the flower to your fingers. For a few moments, you were reminded of the incredible eyes of Morpheus, of how his eyes seemed to capture the limitless eternal beauty of the universe

“You like them?” The nightmare that ran the flower shop, asked, looking at you with a warm smile. You softly chuckled and brushed your fingers over and dark flowers once more.

“I think I do, but I wonder why they are tucked away on a corner, they’re so beautiful.” You answered, looking at the nightmare. “I’ve noticed that all the flowers are really popular, except for these. Why is that?”

“The Midnight Sorrel is a flower with a tragic story of two stars who fell in love. Only one fell from the sky, separating them forever. The fallen star, overcome with sorrow, transformed itself into a flower. Darkened blooms filled with agony and emotional pain. Its lover, still high in the cosmos, wept tears of stardust which dusted the newly formed flowers until they shone brightly once more.”

“And yet people still avoid them?” You asked, picking up one of the flowers and smelling it. It even smelled nice.

“The people in our realm are superstitious.” The nightmare said simply. “And they avoid the flowers so they don’t ruin their own relationships… of course there are a few people who disregard such superstitions, but it is rare.”

“That’s a pity,” You softly murmured. “They are quite beautiful… how much are they?” You ended up buying out the entire stock of Midnight Sorrel, and happily made your way back to the palace.

“It feels intrusive,” You spoke as you handled the book of dreams of your favorite author.Lucienne, who was standing beside you, raised an eyebrow.

“Perhaps to you, my lady,” Lucienne spoke, her hands clasped neatly behind her back. “But it is entirely natural within the Dreaming.” You ran your fingers over the burgundy leather entombing the pages.

“So… I’ve got a book somewhere in here?” The librarian bowed her head.

“Indeed you do.” You shuddered at the thought.

“Please tell me no one has looked in it.” You whispered in horror. Lucienne decided to spare you the knowledge that Morpheus read the book nearly every night, memorizing your dreams, learning all there was to know about you. Her lord was truly obsessed with you and it was getting quite pitiful. Certainly when he was starving himself because he no longer had an appetite for his usual blood sources. Morpheus was even refusing the advances of his favorites.

“I cannot say I pulled the book for anyone as of late, but I cannot speak for those who actively go seeking their own books.” Lucienne replied to you, giving you a roundabout answer that would prevent her from blatantly giving her lord away to his obsession. “

“Lucienne,” You broached, rotating the book in your hands. The librarian hummed in response, waiting for your question. “Does… does Morpheus not like me?”

“My dear, whatever gave you that inclination?” Luceinne questioned, fully surprised that you thought the being entirely smitten with you, didn’t like you. You shifted in place nervously.

“Well, he’s… avoiding me.” You struggled to explain how you were feeling. Yes, he had welcomed you to this strange realm, had given you lavish clothing and a lavish room. Handmaidens to help you. You could have sworn that there had been something between him and you, but perhaps you had been truly mistaken. A disheartening thought because you were captivated by him and wanted to get to know him, learn more about him. “So I think he doesn’t like me, I mean, I was a guard who’s job was to make sure he didn’t get out.”

“It is my understanding that you are the very reason he has his freedom,” Lucienne reminded you, mentally scolding her lord for making you think such a thing. “As for Lord Morpheus’s lack of… attendance? I am sure you are not the cause of it.” Well you were, but not for the reasons you were agonizing over. The look on your face made it very clear that you weren’t convinced, so Lucienne took matter’s into her own hands. “How about this, there are some limited edition books I’ve been meaning to catalogue, would you do the honors for me? I am sure that you will enjoy them.”

You nodded eagerly, wanting something to take your mind off the fact that you felt like what you felt for Morpheus was just a silly little crush that would go nowhere. So while Lucienne set you on said books, she walked over to the bookshelf where Matthew was stealthily perched on.

“Matthew?” She asked, adjusting her spectacles. The raven cleared his throat, having heard everything.

“Yes ma’am?”

“Please return to Lord Morpheus and tell him to fix this, or I shall tell her everything.” Matthew hopped in place. Oh boy was the librarian angry!

“Oh yeah, I’ll go tell him,” Matthew agreed with a bob of his head. “But how exactly should he make it up to her? I mean he’s literally spent weeks avoiding her while obsessively watching her from the shadows where she can’t see him…”

“Given the fact that he has spied on her for this long, I am sure that Lord Morpheus will know something to sooth her agitated heart.”

That night, you morosely walked back to your room, well, rooms. You still hadn’t seen hide or hair of Morpheus, and not even the limited edition books had raised your spirits. Sighing to yourself, you twisted your hands together and stared out a nearby window. The Dreaming was cloaked in night, signaling the end of the day. While one half of the residents are preparing to sleep, the other were only just waking up. Your attention was drawn away from the window when you heard the excited voices of your handmaidens float down the hall from your sitting room.

Frowning and wondering what was going on, you strode for the sitting room. You were not even halfway there when your handmaids, a set of dream sisters, appeared with excitement within their eyes. When they saw you, they converged on you with excited chitters, you couldn’t make out any of their words.

“What is going on?” You asked, looking between the sisters.

“Oh my lady,” Verity gushed, her eyes sparkling. “It is simply wonderful!”

“What is?”

“You have received a gift, my lady,” Venia spoke up, always the calmer of the pair. “Tis in your sitting room.” Blinking in confusion, for who would give you a gift, you strode forwards and entered your sitting room. You stopped short and the breath caught in your chest. Almost every surface of your sitting room was covered with vases of Midnight Sorrel blooms, their darkened petals glowing in the low light.

“Oh,” You breathed out, you hands clutched against your chest. “Who…?”

Venia offered you a card that was the same color as the blooms, trimmed in silver. You took it and turned it over. In beautiful scrawling scripture, was a message asking for forgiveness from Morpheus, for he had been caught up in personal business upon is return to the Dreaming. He hadn’t meant to give you an inclination that he didn’t like you and hoped that you liked the flowers. While Verity and Venia further gushed over the uncommon flowers, you pressed the card against your lips. You’d never received a gift like this in your entire life, and it made you very happy.

Date Published: 5/20/23

Last Edit: 5/20/23

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[roguelov]

Crimson Stained Petals

Summary: Set in the 1880s, rumors and mysteries swirled around a quaint town, mostly about a lord tucked far into the woods. Arriving in town, you could not deny your curiosities, but you were not here to stay. Or so you thought. Low on funds, and a job for a live-in servant advertised in the paper, you now found yourself in the home of Lord Morpheus - the source of all rumors. Passions and tensions will grow. Questions will be answered, but may come at a hefty price. And a promise may be broken. But, is Lord Morpheus, and those few residents, truly as scary as they seem?

Words Count: ~3.9k

Reader: Neutral (unspecified now, however fem leaning)

Warnings: Mostly establishing characters, minor pining, hints of bloodlust

Chapter 2 and future chapters to come!

A advertisement in the newspaper, and a purpose.

A live-in house servant wanted. Duties required as such including cleaning and maintaining cleanliness of said home, laundry - including washing, folding, and ironing linens, occasional shopping, and menial requests asked of the owner, however cooking skills are unnecessary. Contact at -

You tucked the clipped ad into your pocket. You leaned back, and lazily glanced out the dusty window. The carriage bounced over the dirt path, kicking up dust clouds. A forest, thick with little sunlight penetrating through the tall treetops, surrounded the carriage on both sides. One turn, one stray off the path, and you would be lost. A poor soul taken by the creatures and ghosts of the woods. A soul whose name would drift off into oblivion in a day.

You bent forward, trying to sneak another glance at the manor - at your new home.

“Please, follow me this way.”

You were led by a woman, with round glasses, and wore a well tailored suit. She held her head high, yet her eyes shone with an unbelievable kindness. Walking in, you tried to sneak a peek over the expansive, and expensive, home: the chandler in the center of the main foyer - a globe of dripping starlight, the crown molding etched with swirling elaborate designs, two staircases carved from a rich warm wood curved upward to the second floor, the wall were mostly in dark tones - each room a designated color from greens, reds, blacks to creams - and some covered in wallpaper mimicking a lace design, however the showstopper was the stained glass window above the front door which reached to the top of the two story home - it depicted a tree in a sea of roses, dare you say a version of Eden.

The home was draped in dark, ominous tones, but where light shone it shone brightly cutting back the dread.

If only the sunlight was out now. It was setting, casting shadows across the floors and onto the walls. And with the dense forest, night arrived much faster.

The woman directed you to a small, parlor room to the right of the entrance. Cozy, would be how you would describe the room. A place to talk with guests. There were two sets of couches and a few chairs with a table. Cream tones covered the room, breathing fresh life compared to the diming home. The fireplace, however, was unlit and the curtains were drawn closed for the night leaving a chill. It was a give and take.

“Please, sit.” The woman pointed to any of the seating options.

You nodded, and chose the couch directly across from the other, with the table adding a division. The woman smiled, and sat across from you.

“I’m not sure if I properly introduced myself initially, so apologies for such odd behavior. You may call me Lucienne,” the woman, Lucienne, spoke.

“Lucienne,” you greeted with a small bow of your head. “It is wonderful to now be formally acquainted. You may call me (Y/N).”

You were pleased to skip past such stiff formalities of sir, ma’am, mister, and misses.

Lucienne smiled, softly reaching her eyes. “Wonderful. Now, I am the one who will be conducting this interview for the job.”

You cocked your head, your confusion written plainly on your face. “The lord will not be joining us?”

“No, unfortunately, he is a busy man and has asked for me to do this in his stead. Is this okay?”

“Oh, yes, please continue.”

Lucienne nodded. “Okay, then let us start. I will begin with a simple question: why have you decided to apply?”

You fiddled with your hands, suddenly very nervous. “I’m new in town, and have been staying at the local inn. This job provides an opportunity for myself, and I cannot deny the pay piqued my interest.”

“Do you have any experience in housework?”

“Not professionally, however, I have cared after my uncle for years and have done most of the housework when living with him.” You looked out of the parlor back to the main grandiose foyer. “I will admit the size of the manor is quite daunting and intimidating, but I like a challenge. It will keep my mind and hands busy.”

Lucienne smiled, pleased with your response. However, her smile soon flickered. She straightened her posture, and cleared her throat. “Allow me to be less formal for a quick moment, I have a more personal question to ask. It’s more for my own curiosities.”

Your eyes locked back with hers. “Please, ask.”

She paused, struggling to find the correct wording. “Have you heard of the rumors surrounding the manor? Do … do they not frighten you?”

Ah.

“I have, but only a few. And I am not afraid, I am here for work and pay. As long as I can do what I can, and not stir any trouble for the lord then I will be content.”

Lucienne nodded, her smile returned. “I do believe we have found a new member of our manor.”

Your heart soared.

“However, allow me to discuss with my lord and to see if any other applicants apply. Please, you will hear from us by the end of the week.”

“Wonderful.”

The carriage pulled around the massive stone fountain - a simple three tier tower in which water gently spilled over the edges. Water lilies floated amongst the top as they were rock side to side by the small turbulence. You hopped out, taking in the manor once again.

A truly haunting, gothic visage.

It was built out of mute grey stones and harsh angles. Tall spires extended from the roof to the heavens. The stained glass window over the front door shone almost calling out to you like an exotic Venus flytrap - a beautiful front hiding a dark truth. All the tall thin windows had their curtains drawn forbidding anyone from peeking in.

Yet, life bloomed around it.

Willows trees hugged the manor, and its limbs danced in the wind beckoning all to seek shelter under them. Bushes with various flowers blossomed in front of the manor along the building’s edges. Around the side, a greenhouse stood proudly with countless vegetables and beside it, curving around the whole back side and unable to fully see from the front, was a maze formed out of lush full rose bushes. The brightest, and darkest, red roses you ever seen - the red of rising passions, the red of forbidden attractions, the red of blood spilled under the moonlight.

It truly was a serene place. A place of mystery and wonder.

“Your luggage.” You spun around, finding the coachman holding your two carryon bags. Your entire life packed neatly. He asked, “Do you -“

“Oh, no, I’ve got it. Thank you.” You took your bags.

The coachman stared, and squinted with a hint of uncertainty. His eyes flickered over your shoulder to the manor. “Okay,” he mumbled, then left.

He spun on his heel and hopped back into the carriage. With a flick of the reins, the horse whined and trotted off. May God have mercy on your soul, I will be praying for you. It all lingered on the man’s tongue, but didn’t speak aloud. For if he did, he believed whatever sick imaginations his twisted mind thought of would come to fruition. He was from an older generation, one who still believed in devils and creatures of the woods, one who warned all children of the dangers of leaving the house under the full moon. Heading down the dusty road, and once away from the manor’s sight, he finally mumbled a prayer for you.

You approached the manor - your new home for the unseeable future - with the setting sun tucked behind the foliage. You peered over your shoulder, watching as the carriage slipped out of sight. It was happening. It truly was happening.

Inhaling, you steadied yourself.

A new chapter.

You exhaled, calmly your anxious heart. You reached out, and pressed the ornate doorbell. A soft chime buzzed. Your anxiety, however, could not be quelled. You tightened your grip on your bags. Your body betrayed you, unable to settle, and your mind started to spiral into insanity.

You needed this job.

You needed to do this.

You have dealt with much worse, and yet you also wanted to tuck your tail and run. No. You vehemently shook away those fears. You will stay. You will do your job. You will start this new part of your life.

The door unlocked, and swung open with a high pitched creak. Your breath hitched, momentarily startled. You expected to see the familiar face of Lucienne, instead you were greeted with the lord of the manor.

Lord Morpheus.

He was a man of stature and wealth. He held himself with the utmost dignity with perfect posture - chin leveled with the floor, back straight, and his shoulders pushed back and downward. His chiseled features were carved out of marble, his pale skin had no blemishes. His short, cropped black hair swept back. And not a single hair was out of place, or dared to be. His eyes locked with yours. Instantly, you were small, you were a child again. A spike of fear crackled over your skin. His eyes were calm, a steady practiced calm. Yet, as he studied you, a twinkle shone in them - if it was a twinkle of interest, you could not say.

He certainly was attractive, exceptionally so.

His clothes neatly pressed. He draped himself in night’s cape: black. His midnight black vest was finely embroidered with a somewhat floral design - adding a softness to him. Two rows of silver buttons lined his vest, along with a silver chain tucked into a pocket. If it was attached to a watch or simply for design, you couldn’t tell by a quick scan. Under the vest, his dress shirt - a pale grey like a storm cloud rolling in - puffed out at the sleeves and tapered at the wrists. The cuff links were small, yet resembled starlight. With each catch of the light, they dazzled like a miniature universe - it must be an expensive jewel embedded into them. The collar, stiff and high, was wrapped in a silk black puff tie, smoothed nicely against his chest. A perfectly crafted ruby brooch was pinned to his tie. Scanning downward, his trousers were also black and tailored, and his shoes were polished as if dirt never touched them.

However, his eyes captivated you. It was the only other color on him: a pale, sparkling blue. They seemed to glow in the setting sunlight. They were swirling galaxies, they were diamonds forged in promises, they were oceans holding all its mysteries and mythology.

He seemed to be from another time, like an ode to the renaissance.

With your little time spent in town, you had still learned quite a lot about Lord Morpheus. He was a recluse who rarely left his manor, his crafted realm. And soon, whispers of witchcraft followed. Some of the townspeople still believed in folklore, and if anyone ventured off the beaten path they would be whisked away. Taken then killed. Rumors of animals gone missing, along with young adults, did little to ease their worries. Yet with no evidence, speculation stirred. So, why not point fingers at the man who hardly made an appearance with the town?

However, although he never made an appearance, his influence rippled throughout. His constant donations to the local school and businesses rebutted all such weary thoughts. He owned a local bookshop in town which was adored by most - with the expectation of those who believed the devil lurked between those shelves. He was also the CEO and founder of an editing and publishing company. He let stories into the world, and he encouraged creativity. He was the man to uplift the underdogs, but such kindness had a price. His editing, his notes on stories sent in, were cutting. Such harsh critiques were enough to discourage a few despite the reasonable payment for his services.

He was truly a man of absolute power.

“I’m sorry,” you bowed your head. “I was expecting Lucienne.”

“She is away most of the day to care for the bookshop,” he answered easily.

His voice was so surprisingly low that it rattled you to your core. He spoke at an even pace, lulling you. A voice truly perfect for telling any and all stories.

“Of course,” you said as if you knew such information.

“You must be our newest member, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” He continued.

“I am.”

“Lord Morpheus.” His outreached hand hovered between you. Quickly, you dropped your bag, and took up his hand. A chill ran through you at the contact of his skin. He bent forward, and kissed your hand. “Pleasure, and I hope your stay here is enjoyed.”

“Thank you for allowing me into your home,” you said with a nervous smile.

Morpheus eyed you for a moment, but moved on. He dropped your hand, and motioned into the manor. “Allow me to show you to your room.”

“Thank you.”

You moved to grab your bags, however, Morpheus was faster - like a viper striking. He had snatched up your bags, carrying them for you. “As the lord of this home, I do believe it falls under my duty to attend to the newest member of our quaint home.”

You wanted to retrieve your bags. “Please, sir, you don’t have to -“

He started to walk inside, ignoring your pleas. “You are under my roof and care, this is nothing.”

He was a nobility. He shouldn’t cave to such droll formalities, but he did. And oddly, your heart raced with your things in his care. You didn’t think he would sneak through your belongings, or withhold them. But, they were your livelihood.

He held your life in his hands.

However, you pushed down such feelings and strolled after him. “Thank you for showing such kindness.”

“Please, it is the least I can do.”

He briskly walked to the back, to the opened double doors in the middle of the two staircases. Walking past, your keen eye did note a door under one of the staircases - a query for another time. The double doors led to a massive dining hall with a long table to fit a dozen or more people. A spacious room had an assortment of plants in the corners and a beautiful rose bouquet in the center of the table. He turned, heading to the back right wing of the manor. Before, following after him, you also caught a vast room up ahead with an abundance of plants decorating the space - a sunroom. The first few stars of the night twinkled through the high arched glass.

“To the left is the kitchen where you are welcome to any food,” Morpheus explained as he walked. “As stated in the job description, you do not have to cook for me, but you must feed yourself. Lucienne usually takes care of the groceries on her way back from the bookshop, so if there is anything special you want just relay that to her.”

“Yes, sir.”

He moved through a swinging door, revealing a hallway veering left or right. “This is mainly the guest quarters, and where you will be staying. Just to inform you, Lucienne does sleep upstairs to help me with the bookshop and company business, so it will be you alone on this side of the manor.”

You nodded, understanding.

He peered over his shoulder to you. “Which room do you want?”

“I am given a choice?” You were slightly taken back.

“You are. This is your home now, and I want you to be as comfortable as possible.”

“Oh, well.” You looked left and right. Windows on either side of the hall revealed what you may see each morning. To the right, it showed the stone structure of the manor with bushes lined along its edges. Most of the light - sunlight or moonlight - would be blocked out. Looking left, you saw the first twinkles of starlight, and a massive forest. Rose hedges ahead glittered under the changing light. You gestured to the door on the far left. “The left one, I suppose.”

Morgues nodded, and turned left. “If you are ever dissatisfied with it at any point, please switch rooms if you so wish.”

He opened the door, quite easily despite the bags in his hands. He stepped back, allowing the space and opportunity to enter first. You thanked him and brushed past him.

It was a quaint room, and bigger than any other you had. It had a rather large bed for just a simple guest room, with plush pillows and soft sheets. There was a wardrobe and drawer for your things, a desk tucked into the corner to write letters or for any other reasons, and a window looking out the back to the forest and - now properly seeing it for the first time - the maze. Walking in, you were in awe at how cozy it all felt. Your fingers skimmed over all the furniture and strolled to the other door on the opposite side. Opening it, it was your own personal bathroom with everything you needed, and more importantly with a massive soaking tub.

“I hope it is to your liking.” You spun around. Morpheus had gently placed your things on the bed, and stayed there for a moment. He glanced around, “I apologize for any dust.”

You waved him off. “I have seen worse, and this is perfect. Thank you.”

He nodded, “Good.”

Silence blanketed over like a bated breath. Morpheus turned his head staring out the window to the flourishing rose maze. He cleared his throat, stepping away from your bed. “I should also inform you of another who lives on the premises: Mervyn. He lives in a small cabin closer to the forest. He tends to the greenhouse and the gardens, mostly a gardener, but if something does break inside the manor he has some knowledge on maintenance.”

You nodded. “Okay, maybe I will introduce myself tomorrow -“

“I would strongly suggest against doing so.”

You tilted your head as your brows furrowed. “Can I ask why?”

Morpheus sighed, bringing his arms behind his back. “He is weary of strangers, and enjoys his solitude. To respect his boundaries, I would advise against it. You may see him out and about, but do leave him in peace.”

“Oh, okay, I understand.” You peered out the window to all the lush flowers and to the willow tree brushing its branches against the window. “But, if he ever needs any assistance please inform him. I will be happy to aid him in any way I can.”

Morpheus eyed you. Not with animosity, but curiosity. You were certainly an oddity, and a breath of fresh air in this purgatory. “I will inform Mervyn if the need arises, but he is protective over his work so I do not expect he will accept it.”

“Understandable.”

“Is there anything else you need?”

“Oh, uh,” you thought for a quick moment, “I suppose hearing about Mervyn, it does raise one question: is there anyone else who lives here that I should know about?”

Yes. “No, it is only the three of us.”

You nodded.

“Excellent, and if that is all.” He turned around to leave.

You stepped forward. “Oh, Lord Morpheus, one more thing.”

“Yes?” He glanced over his shoulder.

“And what of my duties for tomorrow?” You asked. “Where shall I start? And is there anything specific you want done?”

You had his attention, you figured it was better to ask now instead of tomorrow.

He shook his head. “No, in fact, I say explore the manor. Familiarize yourself with it. If you wish to start cleaning you may do say, you are welcome to go into any room. But, I will suggest staying out of Lucienne’s room. She likes her privacy as well.”

You blinked, surprised by his response. But, you mumbled an ‘okay’.

He stepped once, but his foot hovered in the air. He paused, considering your question again. What other duties could he give you, besides cleaning this rotting corpse of a home. “I may call for some tea tomorrow afternoon,” he spoke softly.

You perked up, “Of course.”

He walked away. “Goodnight, and I wish you the best of dreams.”

A smile graced your lips for the first time. “Thank you. And you as well sir, goodnight.”

Morpheus snuck a glance, seeing your smile. He turned away and swiftly walked out, shutting the door behind him.

Taking a breath of peace, you began to unpack your things. You folded and hung up clothes from your bags. Toiletries and other personal items now found new homes. However, one bag remained. Reaching the bottom of almost empty luggage, you pulled out a small handbag. You breathed a sigh of relief and clutched it to your chest, holding it tightly.

This.

This was what frightened you when Morpheus carried your things. It was a small somewhat insignificant bag - only slightly bigger than your forearm, but stuffed to the brim. This worn down bag, with stitches and patches, carried your whole world.

Your two luggage bags carried your life - materialistic needs, and necessities. This bag carried your world - precious memories, irreplaceable items, and a promise. You closed your eyes, and said a small thanks that it was still in your possession. Taking this brief moment, you tucked the bag in the drawer under all your clothes completely hidden, and away from any prying eyes.

Now, you could rest.

You changed into your night clothes, did your nightly routine, then settled into your new bed. Laying down, you stared up at the ceiling.

You were truly here.

You were truly about to change your life.

You knew it.

And while you began to settle into bed, the lord battled with himself.

After leaving your room, he tried to keep a calm exterior. However, as soon as he walked away, he braced himself against the doorway between the main foyer and dining room. He breathed erratically, gulping for air. No. Not for air, for thirst. His throat clenched, begging for a drink, begging to be satiated by you. He gritted his teeth as sweat broke out over his forehead and back of his neck. He clawed at his tie, yanking it down. His clothes were too tight, suddenly very constricting.

“This may be more difficult than anticipated,” he mumbled to himself.

The smell of you consumed him. He was a dying man in a desert, and you his only salvation. And he truly hadn’t had a proper drink in a while.

He pushed himself off the frame, and scrambled over to the door under the grand staircase. Pressing his forehead against the door, thankfully for the coolness, he reached into his vest pocket, pulling out a plain, silver key. The key slipped through his fingers, but the chain easily caught it. He fumbled with the key for a second, constantly dropping it. He swore under his breath.

An outsider looking in would be alarmed.

This wasn’t a man any longer.

No, it was a frantic feral animal, this was a monster in disguise. His fingernails grew in length, sharpening to a point. A perfect weapon to slice into any flesh. His canines also elongated, easy to sink into veins and drink until his feast was complete. His hauntingly blue eyes glowed, eerily so. It was unnatural, and also hypnotizing.

He nearly wanted to rip the door off its hinges. An easy feat. But, he composed himself. Breathing in slowly, the disguise was pulled over once more - the wolf was a sheep again. He took up the key, unlocked the door and darted inside, locking it behind him.

The manor was silent again.

And when Lucienne returned, she would know where to find her lord.

[fastlikealambo]

the invitation.|| a vampire!dream of the endless x black fem!reader fic  part one.

summary: too kind for your own good, you release a trapped man in your boss's basement and strangely enough forget all about it.

one year later, you're invited to his wedding as a thank you for saving his life. as your memories of that fateful night start to return and things go bump in the night, you realize there's something very strange going on.

where is the bride?

a vampire! morpheus fic inspired by the movies the invitation and crimson peak. HEAVY on the gothic romance and melodrama.

18+ only, ageless and blank blogs will be ignored.

this is overdramatic okay just hear me out

also: i reference two major works of art (probably incorrectly) here and if you can guess which ones they are you get a forehead kiss

What is the opposite of a chill down your spine?

It was just supposed to be a simple job, reorganizing the library of some old rich guy for a week.  You had a routine: arrive by five in the evening, work till midnight, and then be escorted out by a very scary man with a very scary gun. You did this everyday, calculating all the money you’d manage to finish on time.

That was until the very last night.

It had become a dance, waltzing between shelves, reorganizing and re-shelving all the books in the massive library with music  blasting through your airpods to cut through the stillness that seemed to radiate through the entire mansion. You could taste the paycheck waiting for you as you got to the very last shelf, dusting off and picking up books with strange titles you weren't paid enough to snoop through.

Fifteen minutes to midnight. 

You had shelved the last book and stood to return the keys to their spot when something went through your body. Not pain nor cold, like dipping your toe in a hot bath, on the precipice of comfort and agony coursing through your entire being in a matter of thirty seconds. You turned your music off with trembling fingers, peeking your head around the corner.

“Hello, I’m all finished!”  You called out.

Nothing.

“ I’m ready to go home now!”

You took one step towards the exit before it happened again, a sweet searing heat that had you emit something between a gasp and a moan only heard when the lights were off. You wanted to tear at your clothes, at your sweat kissed brown skin, but there was a tug at your belly.  The tug cut through it all and made you a marionette, one  step after another until you were in front of The Door.

There weren’t many rules you had to follow in order to keep this gig but not going near this particular door was at the very top of the list, an imposing door where all light feared to tread, where your inner alarm should have been screaming, but there were two surprises there.

The first was that despite that you had watched the scary man with the scary gun triple check the door himself earlier that evening, the cold metal door twisted easily in the palm of your hand, very much unlocked.

The second was you were completely and utterly unafraid.

In fact, it was a strange sense of relief that fell over you as you opened the door.  

Whatever lay behind that door wasn’t going to harm you.

It wanted you.

For a century and half, the vampire of dreams lay imprisoned. 

The world above crumbled and rebuilt, aged and died but not him, never Morpheus.  Even now it was hard for him, a once king among vampires, to fully grasp how Roderick Burgess, a human with stolen magic and a twice blessed cage of glass, tricked him into captivity.  

Had he grown arrogant in his perpetually long life?

Had the time he had spent around humans softened his mind?

He had a hundred and fifty years to contemplate that yet had come to no  conclusion other than that he was lonely and hungry and that no one, human or otherwise, deserved this.

There was no crown for him, just a cup of cold pig blood to keep him lucid every few weeks.

Oh, how he longed for flesh and scorching blood!

The passage of time picked him apart as his imprisonment passed from father to son to grandson and so on and so forth behind closed doors. 

Therefore Morpheus was inclined to wait and in the darkness he waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Till one night, he heard it.

Not the dull thud of his guards’ hearts, but a hot symphony of blood rushing through veins, a consecrated pumping heart, what music!

Your pulse brought the vampire to fervor and he called for you with every bit of his existence, if there was anything left of his  power he called on it to cry out for you.

“Come to me, sweet one.” 

And you did.

How he kept himself from clawing at his immortal body with every step you took down the stairs to him was an act of unholy restraint but the moment your face appeared in front of him, this was ecstasy.

Your beauty had made him Saint Teresa.

Though his glass imprisonment had been blessed by two popes, it was not immune to a black woman with the sheer determination to use a folding chair as a frisbee and accidentally slipping on ancient  protection runes in the process.

Glass like the first snowfall of a season glittered the air and  his prison of a hundred and fifty years fell to pieces.

Morpheus, the fallen vampire, was free.

“Are you hurt? I’m going to get you some help, okay?” You said kindly to the strange yet beautiful man in front of you who said nothing in return.

You had just discovered a caged up naked man in a rich guy’s basement, there was no way you were getting paid now.

“Let’s get you covered up, you must be freezing.” You turned away for a moment to shrug out of your jacket and hand it to the silent man but when you turned your face to him once more he was fully clothed.

“How did you do that?” You asked, the first splinter of fear flowing through you yet faded the instant his cold hand cupped your cheek.

“Sleep.”  He whispered, fangs on display.

With  a single question dying on your lips, you drifted to sleep in the vampire’s waiting arms. 

Within one evening, you had made a madonna out of a monster, and a revelation had Morpheus sinking to his knees.

You were a feast but you were not for feasting.

He had other plans for you.

ONE YEAR LATER.

For each hour Dream had spent imprisoned, he would take his due in blood. That was a thing about the wealthy, they loved legacies and held the luxury of well recorded bloodlines.

Every single Burgess and Burgess adjacent mortal was drained of blood. He drank his way through cousins and uncles, he sipped on acolytes and jailers,  dined and dined till his supper of punishment left him full.

And after that, the vampire yearned.

For you.

He would tear the devil in two for a single chance to dip between your brown thighs and drown.  

With his vengeance satiated, Morpheus had work to do.

This was to be the crescendo of his immortal life’s work and it was all for you.

The vampire of dreams was taking a wife. 

And what a beautiful bride you’d make.

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ASMR | The Sandman - Date with Dream Escalates [M4A] [Spicy Preview]

Full spicy version of this audio is public on sound gasm (link in my pinned post).

[M4A] [Established relationship] [Romantic] [Dom speaker] [Sub listener] [First time] [You try and Netflix and Chill with Dream basically] [Body worship] [Oral on listener] [Listener is penetrated] [Non-specific penetration] [Praise kink (both ways, Dream has a praise kink too guys)] [Aftercare]

He's back, he's back, and I thought it was about time for another public NSFW audio. I welcome more ideas of what to do with Dream!

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Just a drop// Dream*

Dream of the Endless* x Vampire!M!reader

Smut No genitalia described.

Summary: You convince Morpheus to take a bite.

Sub!Morpheus, blood mention.

Grey eyes stare at the ceiling of the palace.

Breath heavy after release.

Pale white skin against yours, your fingers brushing his neck, your other hand gripping tightly those raven locks.

"Come on, Morpheus I know you want it as much as I do." You whispered against his ear, he shivers at the teasingly brushing of your lips against his neck.

"I cannot a—allow that, my dear." He said between gasps still trying to recover from the previous act.

"Why not?" You pouted, his eyes looked at you.

"An Endless blood is highly addictive, my darling—"

"Hm, I think I'm already addicted to you, sweetheart." You purr against his ear, your nails scratching his chest, he hisses but enjoys the pain.

"It will be just a drop, Morpheus." You whispered.

Morpheus knows vampires are strong but it never lacks to amused him how easily you bent him, throw him and man handle him.

You're on top now, his thigh in between your legs, your hand grips his, unable to move, his eyes meet your gaze.

"Don't you want it, love?" You asked leaning over to meet his rosey lips.

"I do, sir." Said Morpheus low against you, you leaved a tender kiss on his forehead.

After his consent you will slowly taste him, like a proper meal.

You set his arms free, your fingers make it's way towards his neck exposing it.

He could see the sudden hunger in your eyes, but he wasn't scared.

Morpheus was intrigued and seduced.

Your eyes looked at his body, so perfect, unique and exquisite.

So delicious.

"Such a pretty thing you are, my starlight." You said with a smile, he feels his cheeks ever warmer than before.

Your other hand traveled down his thigh, he whines at your scratching but his member twitches at your touch.

You kiss him one last time on the lips, the kisses travel down to his neck, he breathes in at the sound of your hissing.

A gentle hand suddenly holds the back of his neck.

He gasps, undescribable pain traveled down his body.

They weren't needles or knifes, nothing could compare at the sharpness that broke his skin.

He whined loudly, then there it was, extasy.

His eyes widen, it felt like he had been blessed, he breath out and met bliss.

His body relaxes, his limps numb and suddenly to heavy to put any resistance but at the same time he felt like floating.

The lord of dreams let out the most pornographic sounds he's made in over a century, there was a strange sensation on his body but he loved it.

He might be the one getting addicted after all.

His ears were delighted by the slurping sounds you made while drinking his blood.

You abandoned his neck.

He felt like it has been hours of pure delight and torture, hours after mindlessly surrender to you and lust.

"Ngh— my—so g—" He mumbled, your fingers brushed his cheek, he melts against your touch.

"Shhh, breath my love." You whispered gently, your thumb strokes gently his cheek.

"You taste like the stars." You said gently.

He meets your gaze, his blood is dripping on your chin, those sharp fangs, you lick his blood from your lips so slowly, groaning and breathing like an animal.

"I love you." Morpheus said, you stared at him in confusion while your cheeks felt warm, you cupped his cheeks.

"I love you too, Morpheus." You said with a soft smile, you leaned over to kiss him again.

You have missed him so much.

"How do you feel, love?" You asked him burying his face on your neck.

"I have no words for the amount of sensation I have just experience—." He said softly, he looks deep on your eyes.

"But I enjoyed every tortuous second." He said with a soft smile, you press a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"You did so well, Morpheus, my lover, my king." You said softly while stroking his hair.

"I need— rest." Morpheus said low, his hand goes to his neck, there was two holes on it, they were slowly disappearing.

With a snap of his fingers you were clean and covered with a black silk rope.

"Indeed, my dear." You said laying down besides him.

The Lord of Dreams wraps his arms around you, his eyes shut down immediately.

Morpheus could only think about you, your body, your taste.

And the warmth, the security, the trust.

The love.

His love for you was just like him. Endless.

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A/N: heyyyyy how y'all doing? This is like a Halloween special also I haven't write smut in a whileeeee, so yeah this is all I can give ya, please tell me if you like it or no.

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Bring Me a Dream- Morpheus X Reader

~Part 2~

Part one below ⬇️

https://vampire-teeth7.tumblr.com/post/692004011191271424/bring-me-a-dream-morpheus-x-reader

Word count: 2.2k

Pairing: Morpheus x AFAB! GN reader (no gendered terms but reader does have a vagina)

Warnings: ABSOLUTELY FILTHY SMUT (choking, master kink, TOP!Morpheus, spitting kink, praise+degradation kink)

Sorry if it’s a tad OOC, but I tried to keep it as close to Dream as possible🤞

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Neil Gaiman DNR, I know you’re lurking on certain sites but trust me, you don’t want to read this, buddy.

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The kiss we shared could have spanned decades or seconds. Time melted away when he held me in his arms. I no longer yearned for the materials of this world- I only craved him. He pulled his lips from mine and averted his gaze to the floor.

“I should not have done that”. He stated.

Dream’s tone wasn’t laced with regret or malice; he let those words fall freely from his lips like a fact.

“I’m glad you did.” I attempted to reassure him, still hungry for more.

“No, it’s not that I didn’t want to. It’s that you’re a mortal and I’m a god. I mustn’t use you for my own petty entertainment.” His monotone voice groaned.

He stepped away from the foot of the bed, his back facing me. I arose softly, not letting on that his words stung like a branding iron. I outstretched my hand to calmly touch his shoulder.

“You must go.” His words rang like hell’s infernal bells.

“But I don’t want to. Please. I let you out. Don’t make me go.” I pleaded, as crystalline tears began to form and race down my cheeks.

“And why should I care? You, a human, don't deserve favors from me after performing one deed that so many failed to do.” The tall man’s voice was infused with bitterness.

He turned to face me, his eyes shining like glaciers in a lonely ocean.

“Well I’m not going anywhere.” I removed my hand from his shoulder. He furrowed his brow. “I choose to stay. Because even though you are the king of Dreams, I don’t take orders from anyone.”

“You are too bold of a mortal.” He rasped, roughly grabbing my shoulders and pushing me towards the wall.

My back felt the impact immediately. I grunted in displeasure. Our faces were mere inches away, as Morpheus donned a cold grin.

“Do you know what I did to my last lover? I banished her to Hell because she defied me.”

“Is that supposed to scare me, Dream of the Endless?” I sneered.

He let out a hot breath. “It should.”

He closed the gap between our fervent mouths, bestowing upon me a starving kiss, one much more unrelenting than the last. I attempted to rake my hands through his ebony hair, but my venture was stymied by his cold fists, pinning my arms to the wall. I could feel a pool forming in my underwear as I became exceedingly more aroused with every passing second. I moaned into his mouth unexpectedly. He immediately broke the kiss.

“You pathetic little mortal.” He rasped through a malicious grin. “Come on then. On the bed.”

I swiftly flew to the mattress- as I was eager to please the Lord of Dreams. His eyes scanned my trembling form. I felt as if he could see underneath my clothing, and was scrutinizing every curve of my body.

“Y/N, such a naughty thing.” He groaned.

Morpheus slunk astride me on the bed, his knee nestled in between my legs. We continued the deep kisses until he grew tired of them. He grasped at the hem of my shirt, maneuvering it over my chest. He ran his slender fingers over my nipple, eliciting a tremble to rampage through my body. Dream chuckled.

“It takes so little to arouse you.” He smiled.

“Don’t- don’t act like you aren’t aroused too.” I moaned through fervent breath.

“Oh you have no idea.” The pale man attached his mouth to my nipple, expertly maneuvering his tongue in a circular motion. Sinful sounds escaped my lips as he pinched my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He grinned against the supple flesh of my chest. Without thinking, I bucked my hips against his knee.

This was the wrong move.

He instantly ceased pleasuring me, and gazed into my eyes with a blazing, animalistic, intensity that only heightened my arousal. He placed his hands on the bed on either side of my head, effectively trapping me.

“You dare attempt to get off without my permission?” He rasped.

“I-I’m so sorry.”

“Sorry What?”

“Oh, uh, sorry… Morpheus?” Being as inexperienced as I was, I frantically searched for names that he would be pleased with in bed. I recalled the balmy meadow in which he claimed that I could call him whatever I wanted- so I decided on Morpheus.

This was evidently the wrong title.

The Sandman wrapped his lithe fingers around my throat.

“You shall refer to me as Master. Now let’s try that again, shall we?” He released his iron grasp.

I gasped for air as tears leaked from my eyes.

“Ye-yes, Master.” I choked out.

“Good. Your safe word is Morning.” Dream of the Endless caressed the inky bruises forming on my throat with a pale digit.

“Now, strip for me.” He commanded.

I hastily slid off my pants and tossed them to the floor with a whump.

I hooked a finger onto the waistband of my underwear, making sure to tease the Dream Lord a tad. Eventually I tore them off, baring my entire body to him. He looked over me, his face emotionless. I wondered if he thought me to be average, beautiful, or underwhelming. I was so eager to please that I would transform my soul to his liking if it meant that I would get to soothe my pleasure-clouded mind. Morpheus, still fully clothed, slunk off of the bed, dragging me with him by the arm. However his commands were gentle, although stern.

“Return me to the form you first saw me in.” He threw his head back and guided me to a kneeling position with his hand slinking down my back.

I was confused, so I peeped “whatever do you mean, Master?”

“Take off my clothes.” He stated plainly.

I nodded. I began by unzipping his skin-tight trousers. I ran my hands down his thighs as I teased my way to his grey boxers. He tilted my chin up with his forefinger.

“Get on with it then.” He scolded, eliciting a string of apologies from me.

I dropped his undergarment to reveal his fully erect penis, glistening with pre-cum. I smirked, not giving into the thoughts of sucking him off quite yet. I snaked up his body so that I was standing level with him. I noted that his breath became heavier.

So the King of Dreams did indeed get aroused.

I began to gently unbutton his shirt, making sure to linger on his defined pectoral muscles. When I finished that task, I dragged my fingernails down his chiseled arms as I slid his long black sleeves off. The man stood before me, his build was slight yet muscular. He was drawn and forlorn yet gorgeous and warm. His body was the color of a young moon, and he was completely devoid of any body hair. He was a masterpiece, a being who Michelangelo himself would lack the talent to carve into marble. Morpheus approached me and grabbed my waist with both of his skillful hands.

“Let the universe bend to our command tonight. Let the seas boil and the earth shake. You are mine, love.” He practically breathed into my waiting ear.

I was putty in his hands, content to fulfill his every need. He swung me onto the bed with superhuman strength, his hands still planted on my waist. He planted a chaste kiss to my collarbone and worked his way down the valleys and peaks of my form until he reached my dripping core. His eyes flicked up to meet mine.

“Beg.” He breathed, the vibration from his voice alone was enough to stimulate me.

“Please, please Master, I yearn for you. You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted and will ever want. I need to feel you please.” I moaned fervently.

“Good little slut.” He sighed.

Dream did not seem the type to use such language, but I wasn’t going to be the one to complain.

As soon as his tongue made contact with my clit I was done for. I moaned sinfully; loudly enough so that the guests in the hotel room next to us definitely heard.

I raked my hands through his raven hair. It was soft yet rigid. I began to buck my hips as pleasure shot through me like bolts of lightning. The Sandman smirked against my heat, uttering, “my good little whore” among other degrading praises. My pussy tightened as I felt an incoming orgasm. Dream disconnected his lips from my clit, not before bestowing a chaste kiss upon the sensitive area. He looked vulnerable- sweat coursed down his forehead and his cheeks were flushed. He maneuvered his way so that his body snuck through my legs, and our chests were brushing one another. He took me yet again in a famished kiss, I tasted myself on his tongue. He pulled away, mischief glistening in his gorgeous eyes.

“Open your mouth, pet.” He commanded.

I did so, and Morpheus spat into my craving jaws. He then inserted two of his pale fingers past my lips. I sucked on them as if they were vessels of ambrosia. I circled my tongue around them as they went deeper, almost scraping the back of my throat. He removed them with a pop.

“Are you ready, darling?” He inquired as he lined his weeping cock up with my entrance.

“Yes master.”

He entered me suddenly, I scarcely had time to adjust to his size. Dream’s lips fell agape sinfully and he groaned pleasurably.

“Fuck.” I breathed as I threw an arm around his neck. The Dream Lord began pumping rhythmically, expertly hitting my clit with precision with every thrust of his hips.

“Look at you, so pretty for me. Pathetic fucking whore.” The man growled as he wrapped a hand tightly around my neck. My air supply was severely diminished, yet not completely cut off-for that, I was thankful. I was under The Sandman’s complete control, and I adored every second of it. I even let the safe word slip my mind, as I was ready to receive whatever hand was dealt to me. I dragged my curious fingers over his slim, defined chest, tweaking one of his nipples in the process, eliciting a filthy moan from the man himself.

“You- feel- so-fuh-fa-fucking good!” I choked from my prohibited windpipe.

“I’m Dream the Endless, of course I feel fucking good.” He tightened his grip, stealing any breath that I had left. I brought my hand up to grab the wrist of his mitt occupied with my throat, and turned on my pleading eyes. He immediately retracted his fist as I convulsed into a coughing fit.

“Oh! Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?” The icy demeanor that he had been harboring immediately melted away, revealing a frantic and caring face. He ceased his thrusts and drew me close to his chest.

“N-no. I’m alright. Thank you… Master.” I teased.

“Fuck- I’ll be gentler with you.” Morpheus threw his head back as I uttered “Master”.

“No. Please don’t be.” I placed a hand on his chest and gazed into his eyes honestly.

He smirked as he resumed his pounding. An orgasm was approaching like a band of wild horses. I felt a tremble in my legs, Morpheus took notice too, and dropped his hand to reach between my legs and rub circles on my clit.

“Ah! I’m gonna cum!” I cried, my nails marking his back.

“Beg for it. Beg for the honor to cum in my presence.” Dream pulled his hand away from my needy bundle of nerves to caress my jaw.

“Please, please Master! I know I’ve been such a bad little slut but I really need to cum! Please let me! I love you, Morpheus.” My last words came as a surprise to both me and him. I figured I was done for- I thought he would abandon me right there for uttering such words. But he only latched onto my neck, depositing soft kisses on the flesh. With only a few more thrusts, my orgasm arrived with enough force to knock a train off its tracks. Galaxies of pleasure invaded my senses as my visage convulsed wildly. Dream pulled out just in time for his own ejaculation, and with just a few pumps of his fist, hot ropes of cum flew out of his beautiful cock, onto my bare chest.

A slightly ashamed look overtook his face for a millisecond.

“Apologies. May I… assist you in cleaning up?” He inquired.

“Yes, please. Thank you, Master.” I breathily cooed.

He lowered himself onto me for the second time, only this instance, he dragged his tongue across my glistening tits, effectively licking his own cum from my body.

“You don’t have to call me Master anymore. Just like I said in your dream. Call me whatever you like.” His tone was the softest I had ever heard it.

“Thank you, Morpheus.” I tucked a stray strand of his hair behind his ear as he continued to clean me.

“Allow me to take care of you, darling.” He stated tenderly as he finished his job and enveloped me in his arms. Despite his body temperature being cool, I felt considerably warm in his presence, and utterly protected. I snuggled into his embrace and allowed my fatigued eyelids to slide shut.

“I love you too by the way.” He whispered.

I fell asleep with a soft smile painting my lips.

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