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𓅨 Dreamswept: Chapter Fourteen

Dreamswept: In which Dream’s imprisonment brings out his darker side. Y/N’s mother works for the Burgess’s as a nurse, and after stumbling across what is hidden beneath Fawny Rig’s mortars one summer, Y/N’s life will never be the same. A darkness has attached itself to her and no matter how long she is kept from the Endless in the basement, he has not forgotten her kindness and brief moments of comfort. No, he has not forgotten, and now he craves it.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Dubious Explicit Content (Unprotected Sex is a No No), Manipulated Reader, Major Mind F*ckery.

To Note: Dark!Morpheus/Dream x Female!Reader, Inspired by 'Claiming His Queen' by @moonmaiden1996 (Go Read It!).

Word Count: ~2.4k

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You were sitting in the gardens, staring blankly out into the distance with your hands in your lap. The entire point of you being out in the gardens was to enjoy the view, but you had stopped paying attention to the incredible views the moment your mind had a chance to wander. It had been nine days since you had tried to escape from your home and you were… confused to say the least. What had convinced you to try and run away from your home, from Morpheus? Did you not love your husband and home? Your confusion was confusing. For the first time since you had sat down, emotion crossed your face in the form of a frown. The Dreaming was your home, was it not? You felt something shift in your mind, like tendrils wrapping around that thought of doubt and evaporating it from your mind. Your head hurt for the briefest moments as those tendrils clawed at your uncertainty… then nothing. You blinked rapidly, your mind now empty.

“What am I doing in the garden?” You questioned, looking around in curiosity. The flowers were in full bloom, perfuming the air with their lovely scent, the mountains in the background always provided a breathtaking view. You must have come to enjoy the views. “I really should stop forgetting things.” You mused to yourself, rising from your seat and clutching the shawl that was draped around your shoulders, closer to your body. It was cold out and you were chilled. You had clearly spent an extended time outside off in your own little world to have gotten this cold. Stepping away from the vacated bench, you wandered back towards the palace, seeking the warm and comforting environment of your home.

Upon entering the palace, the temperature change was immediately more comfortable, but it would be a long time before you warmed back up. A perfect excuse to head to the library, find a book, and sit in front of the fireplace in your sitting room. That brought a happy smile to your face and you picked up your pace, eager to see what new books now graced the shelves of the library. You swept into the library, the skirts of your lavish dress sailing across white marble as you walked. Your eyes started searching for Lucienne, surely she was somewhere within the library, she always was. “Lucienne? Are you here?” No answer. Apparently she wasn’t around this time. You would have to go in search of a book to read by yourself.

A daunting task since the bookshelves seemed to be endless, constantly shifting and growing, rearranging themselves and even playing tricks. You had gotten lost the last time you went in search of a book by yourself… but in your defense you got entirely turned around when the shelves started changing and they didn’t seem to want to let you leave. Standing in front of a line of shelves, you gave the aisles a wary look.

“Are you going to play nice with me today?” You questioned, eyeing the dark shelves scrupulously. The library creaked and shivered, reacting to your words. For a second you felt as if you were being mocked. You huffed and wrinkled your nose, stepping forwards in refusal to be intimidated by wood. You stalked forwards, determined to be unflappable while running your fingers along the spines of the books. Most of the books in this section were books of dreams and while it was interesting to read about what people dreamed about, you felt this it was an invasion of privacy. You finally wandered to the section of books written by human hands. You pulled out a few books and checked the covers, tabbing through the first few pages of a couple. Nothing particular was standing out to you. A shiver went up your spine and you trembled. Your hands clutched your shawl closer. You really needed to pick a book and warm up. You spotted a book higher on the shelf, The Secret Garden, and reached up to retrieve it. It was just out of your reach. Then an arm appeared over yours and plucked the book for you.

You stopped stretching up on your toes, feeling the warmth from Morpheus’s body behind you. Leaning your head back, you looked up into Morpheus’s face, once against caught up in his intense gaze. He placed the book down on the edge of the bookshelf and wrapped his arms around your body. A noise of appreciation bubbled in the back of your throat as you bathed in the sudden warmth surrounding you.

“Aren’t you supposed to be working?” You questioned softly, confusion once again running through your mind. Your mysterious husband was a very busy man, even you knew that, so why was he here with you? Morpheus leaned down and pressed his face into your neck, nuzzling your skin. You sighed out as the heat from his lips and breath caressed your skin, heating it from it’s chilled state.

“I will always have time to spend with my beloved wife,” Morpheus spoke into your skin, further nuzzling your throat. The hands at your waist followed your arms to trail across your wrists, then he slipped his long fingers between yours in a comforting grasp. “Your skin is cold and you shiver, my dream. What reason does my queen have to be cold?” Morpheus was far from happy to find that you were chilled to the bone, what had led you to be in such an undesirable state? You leaned further into his arms, blinking at him with innocent eyes.

“I was out in the garden,” You explained, a troubled look crossing your face. Morpheus felt your confusion. “I think I might have fallen asleep, I can’t remember why I was out there.” You tried to think harder about what you had been doing in the garden, your eyebrows pinching together. A headache bloomed at your temple and your face scrunched. Your hand left Morpheus’s and you rubbed your forehead. “I think I—“ Morpheus cut you off, sliding his hand up to cover the one you had at your temple. You felt a shiver of magic rush through your body and your headache disappeared, along with your thoughts of the garden. “Sorry, what were we talking about?” Morpheus smiled at you, gently pulling your fingers away from your forehead.

“You are cold, my dream.” Morpheus prompted, directing the conversation and delicately maneuvering your body in a circle so you were facing him. His arm slid around your back and pulled you against his chest. “Shall I see to warming your body?” As Morpheus spoke to you, you felt heat start to simmer beneath your skin. You squirmed in place, feeling a desire nip at your veins. You softly moaned when Morpheus began nipping at the column of your throat, teasing you with biting kisses that made your heart speed up in your chest. Then you were pressed back against the book shelves with Morpheus’s pelvis pressing into yours. Your stomach twisted and you felt a throbbing sensation between your legs. A soft whimper escaped your parted lips. That was all it took for Morpheus to decide to chase after his desire for you. You were far too irresistible in this state with the sweetest sounds escaping from your parted lips. He had to have you.

Morpheus’s hands dropped to your waist and he effortlessly lifted you up. You found yourself precariously perched on a ledge of the bookshelf, hard book spines along with wood pressed into your back. But you didn’t have time to notice what was pressing into your back. Morpheus quickly had his mouth on yours, greedily running his lips over yours in a repetitive motion as if he couldn’t get enough of the sensation. He couldn’t. With one hand gripping the bookshelf, you lifted your other to pressed your fingers against his jaw. Your thumb stroked the sharp bone softly before Morpheus tugged on your lower lip. You gasped and he drank that sweet sound until it consumed him. He wanted more. Needed more. So he took it. On your next breath of air he dove in, drawing his tongue across yours and making hungry sounds in the back of his throat. You tasted better than the nectar of the gods. Morpheus continued to kiss you, devouring as much of you as he could get while you clung to him, oblivious to his true desires. Oblivious to his obsession to have you and never let go.

His hands dug into your skirts, roughly pushing them up as he caressed your skin and imprinted his touch on your body. Your body jolted and tingled against his touches and lips breaking apart, you breathily moaned while trying to catch your breath. The departure of your mouth from his led Morpheus to descend back to the flesh of your throat. He started roughly laving at your skin, eager to leave behind his touch and presence. You moaned deep in your throat when fingers pushed up your inner thigh and curled around the band of your underwear.

“Morpheus,” You breathed you, your eyes fluttering and the hand in his hair tugging the strands. “We’re in the library!” Morpheus bit your neck in retaliation to your words. You cried out, your grip on his hair sharp. “We can’t just—“ You sputtered to a stop when his lips began kissing all the right places on his way up your neck. Then you squirmed once more as he pressed his jean clad body father against yours. Without the thick fabric of your dress between your bodies, you could feel just how hard his cock was through his jeans and your body only burned that much brighter. You were fighting a loosing battle. “Morpheus, Lucienne—“

“Will not meddle in the affairs of her king and queen,” Morpheus stated firmly between the kisses he pressed along your jaw. “And I will have you wherever I so choose,” His fingers tugged at your underwear once more and you felt the fabric dissolve to nothing. Then his hand seared your flesh, stroking your cunt and teasing you to an almost unbearable state. Already you were ready for him, your body reacted instinctively to his touch. Good, as much as he loved to taste your nectar and watch as you fell apart beneath him, he had to be in you. Now. With a rustle of jean and a zipper, Morpheus freed his cock and ever so easily sank into your cunt, watching as pleasure ricocheted across your face and your eyes rolled. You never looked more beautiful than when you were filled with his cock, save for when you were lost in the rapture of an orgasm with Morpheus’s seed dripping from your body.

Just like the previous times he had taken you, your body welcomed his cock with velvet softness that Morpheus would never tire of. He withdrew from you at a torturous pace before thrusting forwards once more, his hips bumping into yours and pressing your body further into the bookshelf. A hiss slipped from your lips at the first raw strokes, then the sounds coming from your honeyed lips turned sweeter, addicting. Letting your head fall back, you focused on your breathing as hands gripped your body in a bruising grip. Morpheus pressed his face against your bared neck once more, teasing the skin with his lips, then teeth. He nibbled, explored, drank in the feeling of the blood rushing beneath your skin in an excited manner. Oh how your cunt flexed and clenched around his cock as he thrust into your body over and over again.

The library was spinning as you felt the most incredible pleasure. Even with wood and book digging into your back and the uncomfortable position you were pressed in, you could only feel pleasure. You whimpered in pain when Morpheus struck a sore spot within your body, tensing in his hold with a quiver. Morpheus was quick to purr words of calming reassurances in your ear, his face rising to nuzzle yours.

“Relax my dream,” His words curled across your skin in a gentle urge. You hiked one of your legs over his waist and held him closer, your back arching as electric pleasure rolled through your body like a tidal wave. “You are an enchantress that has locked me in your spell, do you not see how much I desire you? How much I crave you?” Harsh kisses were pressed against your lips, your tongue instantly busied by Morpheus’s as he kissed the oxygen from your lungs. Your hand dragged through his scalp to cup the side of his face. You had to break the voracious lip lock to suck in much needed air and while you did so silver eyed seared into yours. “I have never wanted anything in my entire existent like I want you.”

You would have flushed if you weren’t already drowning in heat, but your walls did constrict around Morpheus’s cock. He smirked at you as your noses brushed together. Morpheus knew that he was bringing your body close to ultimate pleasure, he could feel it boiling beneath your skin, threatening to take over. You always looked so lovely blissed out when he brought you to an orgasm and he knew that this one would be no different.

“Come for me my queen,” Morpheus demanded, pressing his forehead against yours as you dug your fingernails into the hard wood beneath your body. You let out a tormented moan, your thighs quivering under hand. “Revel in the pleasure I bring you, show me how you were sculpted to perfection just for me, show your king your devotion to your marital duty.” Your body did as commanded, arching and twisting in ultimate pleasure.

The mewling keen that poured from your mouth as you came hard around his cock was loud enough to echo through the library. Even the palace shuddered as you became undone with a gush. Morpheus himself shuddered, basking in your ecstasy and growling out his pleasure. His seed filled your cunt, filling you with all his desires and wants in one virile action that left you twitching. You whimpered in his arms, your face burrowing to his neck as you weakly grasped onto him. Morpheus placed a trail of kisses along your jaw, then to your lips. He kissed you slowly, repeatedly, enjoying the softness of your lips and the taste of your mouth. You were his ecstasy.

Date Published: 12/21/22

Last Edit: 12/21/22

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The Dream That Got Away

Chapter 9

Pairing: Dark!Morpheus x You (no Y/N!)

This is a multi-chapter fic — Weekly updates (either Saturday or Sunday) because I found a rhythm of sorts lol

(The entire fic has been outlined, so I will see this to the end, you have my word)

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Overall Warnings!! Take heed:

Morpheus is DARK – in canon, he changes for the better (or at least, tries to – but we don’t do canon lol, so he goes even more batshit crazy) cue obsession, manipulation, possessiveness, powerplay

18+ ONLY – explicit scenes will be present, some explicit language

DUB-CON and NON-CON scenes

Character death (sort of)

Creator vs Creation drama

And other dark stuff that may be added in the future

This chapter’s warnings:

non-consensual kissing and touching

touch-starved Morpheus should be a warning of its own

mentions of gore

mentions of drug abuse

You have been warned!! Proceed with caution!!!

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Chapter 9: Courtships with Deadlines

5 Days Until Deadline

You drape a thick, velvet blanket over your shoulders before you go out to the balcony and watch the night give birth to one of the most beautiful sunrises any creature could ever see in their lifetime.

But something has changed: not the beauty of the sunset, but the way you feel about it. You had for so many times looked at it with wonder in your eyes. Now, all it reminds you of is another day in the Kingdom with him: the all-powerful being who had woven your strings of fate and tied it with himself, not caring whether he suffocated you in the process. After he left the room, you never got a wink of sleep; you never even dared close your eyes, fearing he might suddenly pop into your room and force you once more into a vulnerable position. Not wanting to remember your master’s visit last night, you rub your face with your hands to force these thoughts away, suddenly wanting a cup or two of steaming hot coffee with loads of milk dumped in them.

Your mind wanders to the Sleep Doctor you had left in his dreams after a quick, impulsive kiss. Despite liking to take a lot of naps, he actually is an early riser, as you had discovered in your short time in the Waking with him. By now, he should be having the same milky cup of coffee, scrolling through the daily science bulletin on his iPad and muttering to himself as he read the articles, while his favorite cinnamon buns you had popped in the oven happily baked away.

You don’t want to admit it, but you sorely miss Ollie and his cheerful demeanor.

The sun has fully risen in the realm when Morwyn knocks on your door, bringing you a tray of breakfast consisting of your favorite pastries and coffee, prepared just the way you like it. You’re not particularly hungry, but after spotting a cinnamon roll, you contentedly dig in, wondering if Ollie had the same. You share the rest of the generous fare with her and use the opportunity to catch up with her after all these years. When the meal is over, she draws you a bath, then excuses herself, mumbling about preparing your outfit to “his liking.” You ignore the last thing she said, focusing instead on the sea of bubbles that relaxed every tense muscle in your body, savoring every time you have without the Dream Lord hounding your time and attention. Once you’ve dried yourself, you step out of the bathroom in a silken robe, thinking of donning your usual dress. To your surprise and consternation, you find Morwyn in the middle of admiring a blood-red, long-sleeved gown of the finest silk satin, decorated with tiny chunks of ruby around the waist. It’s a dress worthy of a princess.

Except you’re no princess.

“Morwyn, please tell me I’m not wearing that,” You say as you walk to the closet and yank the doors open, expecting to find the clothes you had seen the other day and hoping you get to choose the simplest garb you could find – the closet is empty.

Great. You can’t even choose your own clothes, now.

Unconsciously, you take a leaf after Ollie’s book and rub the back of your head.

“M’lady,” Morwyn calls, her voice slightly trembling, “The Dream King had instructed me to empty your closet and give you this,” she says holding the luxurious dress out. “He says he’d like to see you in it when you meet him later.”

Releasing a defeated sigh, you nod quietly at her and put it on, letting her fasten the ribbon at the back in front of the mirror. The dress feels stifling, and not just because it hugged every curve on your body.

Morwyn gives you a wide, encouraging smile, complimenting, “You look beautiful, m’lady.”

You look just as he intended, you tell yourself. You try to return the smile, hoping it didn’t come out as a constipated grimace.

“Thank you, Morwyn. Has Matthew come around, yet?” The Dream Lord’s words last night were anything but comforting, but he mentioned having his raven come to tell you when it’s time. But for what, exactly?

“Not yet, m’lady. Are you…okay? You look a little pale,” says Morwyn worriedly with her hand on her chin. “If you’d like, I can apply some rouge on your cheeks, doll you up even more?” she innocently suggests, muttering something about “a date” and “looking pretty for the King.”

You shake your head adamantly at the suggestion. No, you don’t want that spurring him on. Wanting to be alone, you say your ‘thank you’ to her and bid her farewell before proceeding to the uppermost part of the palace where your master had said he’ll meet you, hoping for at least a few moments of peace by yourself watching the view from up above.

Thankfully, the balcony is void of the Endless the moment you arrive, giving you time alone to admire the Dreaming Realm in a panoramic view you have never seen before. Your eyes can spot endless, unfamiliar territory and islands you’ve never been in from miles and miles away. Down below you could see the town square, busy as ever, with its tiny residents going about their morning tasks; everything in the Dreaming, right before your eyes – and all you could think of is Ollie.

Due to the events that followed your return, you had not had the opportunity to visit him in his dreams since you left. Your Dream Lord had just complicated things further by forbidding you to step out of his kingdom, making it even more difficult to sneak out and check Ollie's progress. How is he doing, you wonder? Is he sleeping too much due to his eagerness to find you a safe sanctuary away from your master? While you selfishly want him to continue doing so until he finds a solution, you don't want to keep him away from the Waking and living his own life - after all, he has his own dreams to fulfill, and you wouldn’t want to inconvenience him any further.

You need to help him find a way to free you so he can get his own life back, and you need to move faster.

With that in mind, you make a mental promise to visit his dreams as soon as the Dream King has gone away to attend to his duties.

A loud caw, followed by a shout of 'Lady Mera,' interrupts you from your musings. Matthew, the new raven, lands on the balcony railing, flapping his wings before tucking them in.

"I wish you'd stop calling me that," you chide him with a pout.

"I can't, you know how the boss is. He's a stickler to his rules," Matthew replies with a tilt of his head.

"Maybe you can drop the fancy title when he's not around, at least?" you suggest with an innocent smile, patting his head several times.

Leaning into your petting, he acquiesces, "Oh, alright. I never thought I'd enjoy being pet as a bird, you know. Why are you early, by the way? I was supposed to come get you as soon as he says so. Eager for the date, much?"

"This isn't a date," you're quick to correct him with a flat tone.

"Uh, it kind of is? I told him yesterday he needed to spend more time with you so he doesn't uh, intimidate you."

Might be too late for that, you note inwardly.

"You shouldn't have," you find yourself commenting with some truth behind your jesting tone, which earns a nervous chuckle from the raven.

"No, but, seriously though, aren't you and the boss, uh...a thing? You see, I've been meaning to ask, but he's mum about, you know,” he starts, obvious in his tone he’s hesitant to approach the matter. “Except he did tell me you’re his consort. Are you and him –”

“No,” you sharply reply, not liking his line of questioning. “Not yet, anyway,” you mumble.

“Ah, so that’s what the date is for, then,” he says, nodding to himself. “Can I ask you something else?”

“Yeah, sure. It wouldn’t hurt.”

“Do you… like it? Him, I mean?”

You bite your lip, not expecting Matthew’s question – for him, it was a telling gesture. “I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable. How come you don’t tell him?”

Chuckling humourlessly at his question, you answer, “We’re talking about your boss, here, Matthew. To him, any dissent warrants either an unmaking, a banishment, or a lifetime of nightmares: you take your pick.”

“Tell me about it! Did you know, he had an ex that he sent to – uh-oh .”

‘What is it?” you ask, recognizing the slight alarm in his tone.

“He’s calling for me, I think. I have to go. See you, my La – I mean, Mera!”

Before you could say your farewell, Matthew goes flying off into the horizon and dips below into one of the palace rooms and out of your line of sight. Just as he disappears, your hairs stand on end and a cold feeling washes over you like icy water being dumped over your head.

He’s here, the Voice warns.

From behind you, arms snake up and wrap around your waist, pulling you closer until your back hits a taut chest. Your entire body goes rigid and your breathing turns shallow as you feel a warm breath tickle your earlobe, followed by a whisper:

“You’re early, my dream.”

“I just wanted to admire the view –” your sentence is cut off with your breath hitching; your Dream Lord just dragged his nose down the side of your neck before planting a heated, wet kiss at the base – his lips linger, then suckles on the skin, holding you tighter to himself to keep you from struggling. From your ruby-bedazzled waist, he drags his left hand slowly upwards across your chest, grasping your throat gently and angling your head so his mouth could get better access to the base of your throat, intent on leaving small, angry welts. You close your eyes with a whimper to endure this, repeating Ollie’s name over and over in your head.

“And yet these views are no match to what you offer me in this dress. You are a sight to behold.”

The low rumble of his voice makes you close your eyes tighter, biting your lip to prevent yourself from making any more noise that could excite him further. He seems undeterred by your silence – he spins you around, and, pushing you against the balcony railing, he captures your mouth with his in a fiery lip lock. His hand nestles on the small of your back, while the other grips the back of your neck as his insistent tongue pries your lips apart and tastes your hot cavern. You had tried your best to hold it all in, but treacherous tears escape the corner of your eyes. Your master seems to feel this, for he surprisingly lightens the kiss, his lips stilling over your swollen ones. You turn your head away to will the tears away, afraid that he might see this as another sign of your defiance.

Instead, he plants a gentle kiss on your temple, before saying softly,  “I admit my past courtship of you was hurried and rough. I worry that I may have pushed you further away in my haste. I should like to court you once more. This time, I will endeavor to be more patient and earn your affections.”

He kisses your exposed cheek. Sniffling, you open your eyes, but your head remains turned away from his, refusing to meet his gaze. You feel him pull his head away in your silence.

“Will you not look me in the eyes, little dream? Do you fear me?”  he asks with a slight edge to his voice, rubbing his thumb back and forth on the skin beneath your ear in an attempt to comfort you.

Is that remorse you detect? It couldn’t be, you remark, but you couldn’t help but meet his blue eyes to try to gauge what he’s truly feeling. Not wanting to give him a reason to further punish you, you say, “My apologies, my Lord, I am just coming to terms still, with…with what you’re asking of me.”

Yet, his darkened gaze tells you that what you just said to try and placate him was a huge mistake.

“What I’m ‘asking?’”  he narrows his eyes on you, his voice laced with impatience. “ I’m afraid I’m not ‘asking’ this of you, my Mera. This is the function to which I, your King, have assigned you. This courtship is for your sake alone, that you may grow accustomed to it. We will be united. I will give you five days, after which, we will consummate our bond.”

His final sentence sparks terror in the pit of your stomach. He’s giving you a deadline. Stifling the urge to retch, you swallow thickly before you try to beg, “Sir, I –”

“Enough. I will not have my will questioned,”  he interrupts you as he tightens his grip on the back of your neck.  “You will be here, in the palace, at all times. You will await my call and come to me when I summon you. I do not mean to be harsh, my dream, but time is of the essence – I was cruelly robbed of mine with you, after all. I shall amend that once I have dealt with the damage left by the Vortex. Is that understood?”

“My Lord, please –”

“Is. That. Understood?”  he repeats his question through gritted teeth, clearly unwilling to listen to any more of your pleas.

You look into his hardened, now-silver eyes, attempting to look for any trace of empathy at the situation he’s forcing you into. There isn’t any.  Wanting to end your argument so you could be relieved from his presence, you respond with a whisper, “Yes, my Lord.”

Your creator releases a hum of satisfaction as he places a lingering kiss on your cheek, before praising,  “That’s a good dream.”

You feel immense relief the moment he lets you go and steps away. You expect him to vanish with a swirl of his sand, but he lingers, standing a few feet before you with his hands behind his back.

“I will call you for tea tomorrow afternoon.”

You could only nod quietly. He takes a small amount of sand from his pouch, presumably to leave, but a sudden question crosses your mind inspired by his previous words. “My Lord, the Vortex…is she…?” you blurt out, slightly hesitating.

“Dead? Yes.”

You bow your head, not knowing how to process the fact. Rose Walker seemed so young and she had so many dreams she wanted to fulfill that you felt them, despite your fleeting interaction with her. You feel your heart clench at the thought of her life being cut short.

“Do not grieve of Unity Kincaid, my dream. Hers is a noble yet necessary sacrifice for the sake of the Dreaming, and of her great-granddaughter, Rose.”

“Unity?” you ask, confused. Wasn’t Rose the Vortex? “Rose is alive?”

Shut up, shut up, NOW, comes the Voice’s sudden warning.

“Yes, she is. You know of her?”  He asks, stepping forward, suspicion marring his dark features.

You shake your head, realizing your error; if he finds out you had met with her, he’ll discover your little tryst in the Waking, and if he does, he’ll surely uncover the connection which led to it. That was a stupid, stupid thing to say, you inwardly scold yourself.

“I heard from Lucienne, sir,” you say, mentally crossing your fingers that he doesn’t press any further.

Putting on a blank expression, the Dream King purses his lips, as he releases the sand in his palm.

“I will call for you tomorrow. Do not be late.”

As soon as his form is engulfed in his sand and he vanishes, you make a wild run for the Library. Hidden in one, or two, of those books, are incriminating passages that detail your meeting, and subsequent stay with Ollie, and once the Dream King sees those pages, you could definitely say goodbye to your plans of staying in Ollie’s dreams for good. If he even so much as gets a whiff of your affections of anyone else besides him, there’s no telling what he won’t do to you, and more importantly, to Ollie.

You push the heavy doors to the library quietly to avoid drawing attention to yourself. As noiselessly as you can, you dash through the shelves, skimming through the books in a mad rush. To your alarm, there was no ‘Oliver Chapman,’ not in the ‘O’ or even in the ‘C’ wings. Cursing mentally, you wonder: has Lucienne read them? Worse, has your Dream Lord gotten ahold of them? Are they hiding it from you, knowing you’d try to tamper with them? Letting out a huff of frustration, you sit on the floor, wondering where else they may have kept Ollie’s books of dreams.

The office, whispers the Voice.

Of course. The Dream Lord has an office in the Library, separate from the rest of the space. Not that he needed it, of course; he just usually asks for books to be brought to his throne room where he normally reads them. But why would the books be kept there?

You try to strain your ears for any signs of Lucienne; thankfully, it looks as if she’s out on an errand, so you sprint in the direction of the Dream Lord’s office.

Located at the farthest end of the Library, you’re panting heavily by the time you get there. You push your ear against the doorframe to listen for any sign of life inside. When you hear nothing, you turn the doorknob and push.

Locked.

“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath. There is only one person – or being, for that matter – that has the key, save for the Dream Lord and his Royal Librarian.

You run out of the Library in search of the said being. You find him tending to your favorite garden in the palace grounds, his hands deep in the dirt, planting more of those accursed red flowers – Mervyn the Pumpkinhead.

The keys, attached to his toolbelt, lie discarded beside him, along with his other gardening tools. You know full well you couldn’t just walk up to him and ask for a key to the boss’s office in the library – or is it that easy?

You don’t really have the luxury of planning an elaborate heist for his set of keys, so it’s now or never. Steeling your resolve, you walk up to where Merv is, opting for a much simpler plan.

“Hello, Merv!” you call as you approach.

He stops digging into the flowerbed and turns to you, giving a mock salute. “Hello, kid! What can I help ya with?”

“I’m looking for Morwyn. Have you seen her?” you ask, hoping to put up a convincing act.

He scratches his pumpkin head and replies, “No, I haven’t. Whatcha need her for?”

“I kind of locked myself out of my room, and I need to get something from there,” you say sheepishly, rubbing the back of your head to make it look believable.

“Uh, I have the key in there somewhere, but I’m in the middle o’ something, see? Why don’t you take ‘em keys instead? It’s the gold one with the tiny ruby at the bow.”

Bingo.

“Really, are you sure?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he waves you off, continuing his digging on the flowerbed.

 You grab the keys and take off as Merv calls out from behind you, “Give ‘em back, ya hear?”

“Sure thing!”

It takes you a few good minutes to find the key that fit the doorknob. Once you do, you wildly look around you to make sure you weren’t being watched, before you turn the knob and push the door open.

No one has been in the office for quite some time if the dust on the desk in the middle is anything to go about. The room is larger than you expected, and the natural light streaming through the stained glass windows illuminates the numerous towering shelves of books untouched for many years. Wanting to waste no time, you skim through the many bookshelves. They’re thankfully arranged in alphabetical order, so you find an entire shelf dedicated to the name ‘Chapman’ in no time, with Ollie’s name placed at the farthest end.

Curiously, you pick up the book a few places before Ollie’s name first, and with it, you make a startling discovery: the books of dreams on the shelf not only belonged to random ‘Chapmans,’ but to the males in Ollie’s entire lineage. You just picked the book of dreams belonging to Ollie’s great-great-grandfather.

But, why? Why is Ollie’s book of dreams, as well as his male ancestors’, singled out among the infinite number of dreamers?

“Have I told you before that the Chapmans were cursed? Well, the males, at least,”  Ollie’s words from almost a year ago echo in your head.

This isn’t the time to unearth Ollie’s family mystery, though, so you make a mental note to do more research in the future and set those thoughts aside. You carefully leaf through the pages to find the section where you made your appearance – your meeting with him, spanning a year, detailed in twenty-full pages. Setting the book on the floor, you get to work.

Hardbound books were tricky to manipulate, with the pages stitched to a section of the book’s spine, so you use your fingers to remove the stitching of the last twenty pages with care – simply tearing the pages away would leave a sign of the book being tampered with. Once you’re sure there were no traces of your crime, you put the book back in place, and scramble out of the office, locking it behind you. You hand the keys back to Mervyn (“What took you so long, kid? Couldn’t be hard to spot a key with a damn ruby, innit?”) and rush to your room. Barricading yourself inside the bathroom, you set the pages alight with a matchbox you stole from the kitchens before washing the ash away with water.

Look how you’ve turned into a cold-blooded criminal mastermind, you inwardly deadpan.

***

4 Days Until Deadline

Afternoon tea with your Dream Lord isn’t as bad of an experience as you thought it would be.

Matthew had fetched you from your room, and you had followed him to the same balcony you had met him with the morning before. You found your master, already sitting beside a table full of your favorite sweets, drinking tea from his cup. He had stood up to greet you, taking your hand in his and kissing it, before leading you to sit across from him. You both sit in somewhat companionable silence while you munch on a cinnamon bun, with him just sipping his tea and watching you with blue, ever-observant eyes.

Until…

“May I ask a question, my Lord?” you shyly break the stillness, setting down the pastry you’re nibbling back on your plate.

You watch a corner of his mouth turn upwards as he sets his cup on a saucer. “Ask away, my dream.”

“I was wondering,” you say slowly, choosing your words carefully. “If you would allow me to continue forming dreams along with my new…role?”

Just then, you could feel the atmosphere change to one of palpable tension, the small grin vanishing from his face.

Tentatively, you add, “Please?”

“I think not. Your duty is to me, alone,” he declares flatly, his cold stare making you squirm in your seat.

You bite your lip and break eye contact with him.

“It’s what I’ve been doing all my life, your majesty,” you whisper dejectedly.

“And that will change in four days’ time.”

“Will you take away my ability to form dreams, too?”

The Dream King seems to contemplate this. The pause is long, before he responds, his tone slightly softening, “I could never bring myself to take that ability away, my little dream. It is part of who you are. I intend for you to keep it.”

But what good is keeping it if he forbids its use, you ask yourself. Still, you give him a subtle nod and a small ‘thank you’ to end the topic. You leave the cinnamon bun untouched, suddenly not feeling very hungry anymore.

The quiet that follows your conversation becomes heavier, so you’re thankful to Matthew for interrupting, quietly delivering news that you couldn’t quite hear. When your King gets to his feet, you swiftly follow his example out of politeness.

“I’m afraid I must cut our date short, my dream. I have matters to attend to.”

You bow your head in response but he takes your chin in his hands and promptly gives you a single, prolonged kiss on the mouth. You close your eyes until he lets go of you, and bids you to ‘stay here.’

Noticing fine grains of sand in the air, you realize he has transported you to your chambers – you turn to him with a protest bubbling in your throat, but you find that he’s gone, and to your irritation, the door locked from the outside.

***

3 Days Until Deadline

Clear as day, Dream of the Endless recalls his first visit to the first Chapman who had crossed his path many centuries ago.

He had not paid him, or any of the other Chapmans, much attention since he had placed a curse on the males of his lineage (except for that one occasion), a curse that felt righteous and just after a slight he had committed against him and his Realm.

Now, as he faces the dream of his only living descendant, he finds himself wanting very much to place another, more potent curse on Oliver Chapman, the mortal whose embrace now cradles the dream he so deeply cherished and ardently pursued.

Or Oliver’s dream-version of you, more accurately.

Morpheus knows this, but he couldn’t help the bitter jealousy burning in his heart as he watches the mortal lavish the lips of your dream-version with his own. He has not felt the urge to smite anyone for dreaming of his creations so lasciviously in a long time – this is an image of you he’s disrespecting, and he refuses to sit idly while this human corrupts you.

An image of you, he corrects.

With a lazy flick of his fingers, the dream-version of you taking Oliver’s shirt off melts before the human’s eyes. He ensures it’s the most gruesome sight this errant dreamer has ever seen: the dream-Mera’s skin peels off starting from her head down to her feet, followed by her flesh boiling and steaming away in an amalgamation of blood and gore, and with a final flair, he makes her bones disintegrate into dust. Oliver’s screams of horror permeate the dream-space – he couldn’t deny the screams gave him utmost satisfaction.

Dream watches curiously as Oliver attempts vainly to regain lucidity by counting his fingers aloud. It’s a trick that could’ve worked, but curiously, the dream remains volatile in his favor.

Morpheus decides to twist the knife, taunting him,  “You’ve lost control, lucid dreamer.”

The mortal snaps his head in the Endless’ direction, looking confused, possibly wondering why he couldn’t take over the dream. Medication, perhaps? But Morpheus has not the slightest interest in why a lucid dreamer has lost their ability. He is, however, greatly invested in finding out how such a mortal might develop a certain fascination with you.

“Tell me: what is my dream doing in yours?”

“Who the fuck are you?” Oliver replies, growing more confused. “And who the fuck are you talking about?”

In his fury, Dream could feel himself transforming into a nightmarish image he rarely ever shows his dreamers. No one has ever woken up seeing this form of his with their sanity intact, so he tries to rein in this metamorphosis.

“The dream you were defiling,” he spits out, his bellowing voice echoing the dream-space, “Belongs to me. Explain yourself, Oliver Chapman. My patience is waning.”

Oliver rubs his head in frustration. “I don’t know…I don’t remember.” He looks at both his hands, now coated in blood that isn’t his. “Fuck, there’s so much blood… where is she? She’s injured, I need to help her. I just wanna help her, man. I have to find her…”

Dream narrows his eyes at the mumbling man before him, somewhat disappointed that he could no longer extract reliable information from him in such a state. Recognizing that his fun is over, he transports himself with a pinch of his sand back to his Kingdom. He thinks it’s best that he confront the only other being in existence who had the answers he seeks.

***

When Matthew came flying into the balcony of your room, delivering the message that your King has summoned you to the library, your heart leaped to your chest at the suddenness; your little tea date, as the bird has taken to calling it, hadn’t been due until a few hours after midday. You hastened to dress out of your pajamas and rushed to the said meeting place, your heart beating so fast you could hardly breathe. Had he found out, you wondered?

You find your Dream Lord pacing restlessly to and fro near your favourite reading spot. He stills, looking at you with hardened eyes and clenched jaw, seemingly trying to control the fury you could feel emanating from him. It’s a look that was almost enough to curdle your blood.

He doesn’t even wait for you to get close – immediately he’s upon you, cornering you to one of the bookshelves, making you yelp instinctively. He grabs hold of your wrists and pins them above your head as his body covers your own.

“You will tell me everything, my dream, and I might be inclined to spare Oliver Chapman: why is he dreaming of you?”  He growls, his face, inches from yours, contorted in pure rage.

Fighting inwardly to maintain your composure, you respond with another half-truth. “I was injured, my Lord, from a battle I enacted in a dream. I got in his dreams somehow, and he helped me, he nursed me back to health. I stayed there for a while so I could recuperate.”

“Is this the truth, my Mera, or are you keeping anything else from me?”

You wince at the way his grip closes on your wrist further, cutting off the circulation.

“Please, my Lord, you can check for yourself,” you dare meet his eye with your own fearful ones, trying to drive your point.  “The dreamer’s name is Belladonna San Mateo – I reenacted a medieval battle for her. It’s the truth, sir, please…”

He pulls his head away as one of his hands releases your wrist and grasps your chin, so you had nowhere else to look but those silvery swirls of galaxies in his cruel eyes. After a few agonizing moments he dips his head, giving you a warning:

“If I find you in the embrace of any other, mortal or otherwise, I shall personally see to their torment in their waking, their dreaming, and their afterlife.”

When he lets you go, you couldn’t help but let out a gasp of relief, clutching your chest to calm your rapid heartbeat.

“There are matters I must attend to. As such, I must regrettably cancel our meeting for this afternoon,” he says, his face once again the stony mask that spelled no room for negotiation.  “Stay in your chambers. You are dismissed.”

You turn on your heels and dash away from Library, glad to give the place a wide berth. He had met with Ollie, visited him in his dreams, and didn’t like what he saw. You don’t like the sound of your creator potentially bringing harm to your doctor, so a visit may be long overdue, and it has to be soon.

***

2 Days Until Deadline

As discreetly as you can, you take a plunge into the sea of dreams and navigate your way into your doctor’s dreams, praying to the Fates that he’s asleep at the very moment.

Once you land in the space, Ollie greets you with a tight embrace, one which you return with as much enthusiasm. You had missed him terribly and had been worried out of your wits upon learning of his meeting with your Dream King, so when you let go, you make a fuss over him, checking him and his form for any sign of injury.

“Hey, I know you find me irresistible, but I didn’t know you were bold enough to cop a feel,” he jokes, earning him a half-hearted shove and a slap on the bicep from you.

“This is no laughing matter, you idiot!” you chide him with your arms crossed, relieved on the inside that he was unharmed.

In response, he grins coyly from ear to ear. “You were worried about me. I kinda like that,”

Pouting, you say, “Yes, I was bloody worried. I’m sorry I couldn't visit sooner.”

Ollie turns away from you, scratching the back of his head. “No, it’s quite alright,” he mumbles. “I'm sorry, too. I couldn't do much work on the runes the last few days, Mera. I've been, uh... shit, I... don't know how to say this…”

“What’s wrong?” you get right in front of him to press him, worried at his guilty tone.

With the most apologetic expression you’ve seen in him since the dreamcatcher incident, he replies, “It's the sleeping pills. I've been on them and I think they might've hampered my hypnagogia.”

His revelation makes you drop your jaw in surprise. “Wha-fuck, why are you taking them? And how come you've never told me about this?” You grab hold of his arms to demand answers.

With a placating look, he responds, “I swear, I've been taking them sparingly, but I've been needing a lot of sleep because of... you know. But it's okay now, honest! I didn't take them today, and I'm in full control.”

You place your palms on his cheeks, putting on a serious expression. “You have to get off those. I'm being serious, Ollie.”

“I am! I’ll keep it that way, I promise.”

Not letting go of him yet, you look into those gentle, green eyes, trying to detect signs that he may be hiding something.  But this is Ollie, too, you think to yourself. You know him to be bad at keeping secrets. Satisfied with what you saw in his eyes, you let him go, offering a soft apology: “This is my fault. I'm sorry I pushed you into this.”

“No! Hey, no, Mera, you didn’t,” he corrects you with a firm tone. “I've been prescribed these since I was little. You know, the Chapman curse and all that. Oh, and I’ve finally figured out a fitting name for the invention.”

“Oh? What is it?”

“I’ll call it MiraSleep. It’s a sort of, play with your name and the word ‘miracle.’ That’s what you are to me, you know. Everything I do now, I do for you.”

Not knowing what to say to his heartfelt admission, you stare into those forest-green eyes of his, a look of agreement passing between you two. Finally, you flash him a grateful smile, which he returns with his own sheepish grin.

“So, Ollie,” you start with a slightly more cheerful tone, fighting back a blush creeping on your cheeks without much success. “Mind telling me what it was you dreamed about that involved me?”

He breaks into fits of nervous laughter while rubbing the back of his hair. You already know you don’t like what he’s about to say.

“You’ll never believe it if I told you.”

***

You walk back into the palace grounds with high spirits after you visit Ollie’s dreams. He had immensely cheered you up despite his retelling of a rather salacious dream he had engaged with a dream-version you at that moment he lost his lucidity – the dream with which the Dream Lord had walked in on and had taken absolute offense to. He had assured you that the momentary lapse in his dreaming abilities would never happen again, and with that, you’re confident that by your next visit, you could finally stay in there with him without having to worry about being chased after by a certain Endless.

It's this thought that helps you endure your master’s company and his not-so-subtle touches during your morning ‘date’: as soon as the sun had risen in the Realm, he had summoned you through Matthew to accompany him in a morning walk around his Kingdom.

He smugly parades you around the busy town square with your fingers intertwined in his; on occasion, wrapping an arm around your waist as he rubs circles over your clothed skin; at times, even kissing your hand while not breaking heated eye-contact; all these gestures of his affections for the entire Dreaming to see. To the townsfolk, he introduces you as his princess-consort, much to the Dreaming residents’ delight – they had not had a princess-consort to dote on for eons, and so they lavish the both of you with promises of gifts that they are to send to the palace to congratulate their King and to his ‘pretty little dream-bride.’

Just grin and bear with it, as the Voice comments.

Touching as it was, the Dreamfolk’s welcome of you as Dream of the Endless’ new princess-consort breaks your heart even more, knowing that you’ll eventually disappoint them by running away as soon as you have the chance to. Breaking your previously-cheerful outlook further, you walk past the sea of dreams with the thought of never coming back to form the dreams of the mortals forever once you’re free with Ollie.

Before you left his dream at dawn, Ollie had asked you whether you were actually ready to leave your job for good. He knows there was nothing else you loved more than forming dreams for humans and inspiring them. You had never given it much thought before, but your brief stay with him had also made you realize one thing: while you were planning to abandon the role you had loved with all your heart, he had a device that would do the same for millions of other dreamers. While not under your name, the device Ollie had invented would be his and your legacy, and perhaps you could make peace with that. This comment of yours earns you a proud smile from Ollie that rivaled the brightness of the sun – it’s a smile you’re sure you’ve burned into your memory.

***

1 Day Until Deadline

When you wake, you’re greeted with a massive headache – it’s an ominous warning of your days closing in on you. Only one more day until your King’s imposed deadline, and you could only hope Ollie makes a breakthrough with the runes by tomorrow, or all will be lost.

After you had been dressed up by Morwyn, who as usual, gushed over the gown your Dream Lord has selected for you to wear for the day, Matthew delivers the news of your morning activities. According to him, they will consist of morning tea and brunch with his boss in your favourite spot in the Royal Library. When you arrive in the garb he had chosen for you to wear for the day, he gives your red-satin-clad figure an appreciative look before he greets you with a soft kiss on your lips and leads you by the hand to the leather couch you had fallen asleep in so many times.

You engage in light, minimal conversation during tea. You find yourself almost enjoying your time together, discussing your past dreamers with a sense of nostalgia.

That is until an attendant brings a trolley full of books to his side and you inspect the names printed on the books: each containing the name of every dreamer you had visited in his absence.

Perhaps your face had paled when you noticed the books, for he flashes you a small smirk, before assuring you,  “It is only procedure, my little Dream. Lucienne told me that you had insisted on finding me in the dreams of mortals even after it proved fatally dangerous for you. I should like to read of your unwavering loyalty with my own eyes.”

His words only made you fidget in your seat, abandoning the cinnamon swirl you had started to dig into a few moments ago.

Your discomfort does not seem to escape his watchful eyes.  “Unless, you had something to hide from me, my Mera?”

From the rim of your teacup, you smile wanly, sipping your tea before quietly shaking your head. Inside, however, your heart is practically threatening to escape your ribcage, sending bile to your throat and souring your tastebuds.

“I imagine this will occupy the rest of my day. Stay and read with me.”

Having no choice but to comply, you excuse yourself to pick out a book, choosing one you had read from cover to cover so many times in Ollie’s study.

Choosing a book was the easy part; concentrating on the pages proves a lot more of a challenge, especially when you have your master inspecting your work right in front of you. His occasional praise of your handicraft almost always makes you jump on your seat, thinking that anytime, now, he could be going through Ollie’s book of dreams, potentially exposing you. It takes all your energy to remain composed before him lest he notices your odd behaviour and decides to investigate the source of your restlessness further. The day goes on agonizingly slow, but thankfully, he only goes through the first half of the pile on the trolley.

With a loud pouf, he closes the final book shut and places them on top of the growing pile on the coffee table. Getting up to his feet, you copy his movement, inwardly glad for a dismissal and looking forward to your time alone, stewing in your own worries. You brace yourself as he steps closer and takes your chin in his thumb and forefinger before dipping his head downwards to plant an openmouthed kiss on your lips, one that you now know you’re obliged to kiss back. You expect the kiss to be brief, but he apparently has other ideas: he wraps his arms around your body and maneuvers you. You both end up on the couch, with you straddling his lap. As if predicting your actions, one hand grips the back of your neck and the other holds your hip in place, preventing you from getting away.

He drags his lips away from yours to the groove of your neck while his hand drags the sleeve of your gown downwards to expose more of the flesh he had longed to mark for a long time. You let out a whimper in protest, before softly pleading, “My Lord, please, we’re in the library…”

Against your skin, you feel him chuckle deeply.  “Would my little dream prefer the privacy of her chambers, then?”

He does not wait for your response. Instead, he continues licking and sucking on the exposed skin below your clavicle, dangerously close to your right breast. You let out a startled gasp as you feel his hand go under your gown and start stroking your inner thigh. Your body seems to betray you at that moment: you start feeling heat pooling in your belly, indicating your arousal, no matter how unwilling.

From a short distance, a door in the library creaks open, and a pair of footfalls you recognize start making their way to Lucienne’s desk.

You feel your King let out a growl of displeasure at the disturbance; a second time his librarian has interrupted you – a second time you owe Lucienne one for deterring him from any further actions.

Against your ear, he then whispers,  “Tomorrow could not come any faster, little dream. It will be a union you will remember for eternity.”

With unexpected gentleness, he spins you around and sets you down on the couch beside him, and without a word, walks away as if nothing happened.

You clutch your heart and adjust the sleeves of your desk, willing you’re the tears threatening to spill to go away. Tomorrow, you’ll be gone for good, and well away from him – it’s a small reprieve that allows you to clear your head and quickly lock yourself inside your chambers, holding Ollie’s dreamcatcher like a lifeline.

***

0 Days Until Deadline

My little dream,

Proceed to Fiddler’s Green

…Reads the note that Morwyn delivers to you along with your morning coffee. You hope this visit wouldn’t last long; after this, you had every intention of going back to Ollie’s dream. It’s the day of the deadline your King has given after all, and you’d have no other opportunity to escape if you let this day pass.

Don’t go, the Voice warns in your head; but what choice have you, other than comply? After all, it could just be one of the last commands you’d ever obey from him. Not wanting time wasted, you refuse breakfast and begin the long tread to the heart of the Dreaming, and into Gilbert’s sanctuary.

You had been so close to meeting each other in the Waking, during your stay in Hal’s Bed and Breakfast. It’s perhaps pure luck that your paths did not cross, for you’re not sure how Gilbert would’ve reacted, or what he would’ve revealed to the Dream King once he went back.

After your walk for what seemed like hours, the grassy patch of land full of lush, blooming bushes and thick, tall trees greets you with what feels like an urgent breeze, almost making you stumble.

In your head comes Gilbert’s grave tone: “Mera, what are you still doing here?”

Feigning hurt at his words, you reply, “Hello, Gilbert. Am I no longer welcome in your lands?”

“Why, but of course you are, my dear,”  he amends. “But, given how dire your situation is, I hardly think this is the best time for a leisurely visit.”

“What do you mean, ‘my situation?’” you ask, your brows furrowing in confusion.

His breeze blows more insistently against you, making your dress billow along. “The Dream Lord has come to me about two days ago asking about you and a man called Oliver Chapman.”

Shit.

Every part of your body stills at the news, your heart sinking to your stomach.

“Now, if your relationship is anything as close as he had implied, this mortal is in danger, as are you. He has instructed me just this very morning to keep you here for as long as I could while he deals with this Chapman fellow, but I could not bring myself to keep you in the dark, especially as it sounded like you care much about him.”

Fiddler’s Green was just a diversion, the Voice concludes.

“You must go, Mera,” Gilbert says with another strong gust of wind as if trying to get you running.

Turning back to him one last time, you start, “Thank you, Gilbert –”

“Go!”

You need not be told further. With all the strength you could muster, you run as fast as your legs could carry you, not caring who or what you bumped into or if you tripped. With breakneck speed, you make your way to the sea of dreams, and will yourself to land in the dream of the man you love, your only remaining refuge, hoping against hope you weren’t too late to save him.

Ollie, startled by your sudden appearance, runs to your side at once. You gasp greedily for air, clutching a stitch on your side from all the effort.

“Mera, fuck... are you okay? What’s all this rush?” he asks, holding you by the shoulders to support you.

Tears of relief gather in your eyes as you take his unharmed form. You’re not late; you still had time.

Letting the tears cascade down your cheeks, you break the news to him:

“He’s coming. He’s coming for us.”

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Author notes on the Chapter:

Oh my god this went out of hand!! I'm sure I had mentioned on a tumblr comment that Ollie would only be around for around two chapters, but sorry, things and plot points seemed to have a mind of their own lol. Dream seems to have found them out!! How will their confrontation go?! Aghhhkk

As usual, thank you for sticking with me in this!! Love lots!!!

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You’re No Devil

Chapter 4: The Aftermath

Morpheus x Fem OC

Ch.1 | Ch.2 | Ch.3 | Masterlist

Warnings: Dark Morpheus, Sibling shenanigans, oral Fem receiving, unprotected sex (stay safe irl pls), Cock warming, Kidnapping, Slight praise kink.

Wc: 2.3K

He is so hot in this gif oml

Three days had passed since Cami disappeared. Morpheus racked his brain trying to think of where she had gone and how he could find her. Destiny came to mind, he would certainly know where she was. However, would Destiny even be willing to give a clue about her whereabouts?

Morpheus weighed his pros and cons and decided that she was too important for his pride to get in the way. Dream grabbed his brother’s book. “Destiny of The Endless, I Dream of The Endless hold your sigil. Will you grant me passage to your realm?”

“Yes, brother. You are always welcome here, you may come through.”

Dream arrives at Destiny’s garden.

“Will you join me for tea, brother?” Destiny asks

“You know this no social call.” Dream replies

“Of course, will you at least sit?”

He takes a seat across from Destiny without responding.

After a moment Morpheus begins, “Could you inform me of the location of Camille Murrell?”

“You know that I cannot, why do you ask?”

When Dream doesn’t respond Destiny takes that as a sign to begin. “When The Endless have relations with humans, it is supposed to have dire consequences”

Dream cocked his head to the right “Whatever do you mean?” He knew what Destiny’s answer was gonna be, but Dream just wanted to hear his brother say the words.

“When you implemented those… acts upon the mortal, her city should of went up in flames.” Destiny looks away in displeasure.

“I didn’t fully take her, this was different than Nada.” Dream knew that there was no reason to be coy with his brother, not when Destiny knows everything.

“Our laws clearly state that any sort of relationship with them is strictly forbidden.” He says while still composed.

“What is your point?” Dream says with narrowing eyes.

“That she is special, the bond between you can blossom to something beautiful if you nurture it if you don’t…” Destiny trails off not able to reveal more.

“What do you know of our.. bond” Annoyance crept up in Dream’s tone.

“I’m afraid I cannot tell you more, you must figure that out yourselves”

“Of course” Dream responds slightly mockingly. “Thank you, I must take my leave of you now.” Dream said while standing up.

“Yes, visit again soon I would like to meet Camille one day.”

___

For those three days that Cami didn’t visit The Dreaming, she would occasionally fall into unconsciousness, but she would only experience a night of restless, dreamless sleep. Her waking hours consist of her laying and pacing in the same white room she arrived in, the only difference is that the door and bed are gone. For the first two days, she is alone with only herself and her thoughts to keep her company.

On the first day she woke up lying in the center of the room, her blue dress was wrinkled and dirty from her tumble. Cami immediately got up and started banging on the wall where the door was. It was no use. The faint giggling returned almost immediately, it almost drove Cami mad. The second day was no different, she called out to Morpheus many times but to no avail.

On the third day, she gets a visit from a mysterious stranger.

“Just leave me alone!” What do you want?” She cries out while holding her hands over her ears. She couldn’t take the giggling anymore, her breaking point was just around the corner. A hand behind her makes its way to her shoulder. “Oh dear I’m sorry, it wasn’t supposed to happen like this” A sincere voice starts.

Cami jumps back at the sudden touch. As she turns around to reveal the stranger, she’s met with no one. “Huh” Cami wonders. She drifts back to sleep to wait for Morpheus, she hoped that maybe there was a chance that she would start dreaming again.

As Cami wakes up she’s somewhere completely different, around her is a sea of flying, ever-changing colors, there are no walls it is an endless void. A small colorful figure appears across the room

“Who are you?” Cami calls out.

“I think a better question is who are you, how did you get my brother wrapped around your finger? Hm?” The girl starts skipping closer, Cami can get a clearer view. She has short disheveled blonde hair with pink and orange highlights and splotches with an outfit of mismatched patterns of the same colors.

“Wai- how-” Cami gets cut off.

“When my brother did those nasty things to you a few nights ago” she pauses to gag, “He unknowingly send you to my realm during those moments”

The girl is now only a few meters away.

“What?! Wait your brother? Who is..,” Cami is too frightened to process her words. “What are you talking about, what is this place?”

“Ugh, I already said this is my realm” The girl rolls her eyes.

“But who are you what do you want!?” Cami pleads.

“Sorry I don’t have time for your questions, now you just go back to my brother and be good”

“Wait a sec, no- why did you kidnap me?” This girl was really getting on Cami's nerves.

“I’m not telling you, besides you won’t remember me when you wake up” She giggles. Cami blinks and the girl's hair is different, now it’s half-shaven and purple.

“Now you just keep playing your part and everything will continue as planned” The girl snaps and Cami suddenly wakes up back in her bed like nothing even happened.

As Cami is coming back to her senses she realizes her memories of the last few days are very limited and she can currently only remember lying on the white floor longing for Morpheus, Cami sits up quickly. She needed him.

She closes her eyes and focuses her mind on their connection like in the club. ‘Morpheus I’m in my flat, please come.’ She prays her message reaches him.

“Morpheus I’m sorry come!”

“Morpheus please!”

A couple of minutes later her eyes are still closed, and a warm hand grasps hers “Camille, have you been harmed”

Her eyes shoot open, “Um hi, I think I’m ok but my head is a little fuzzy” Cami tries to smile hoping it won’t come across as a grimace.

“Where have you been, how did you hide from me” His tone is dark and unkind.

“I don’t know I promise I didn’t leave“ Camis's eyes start watering.

Morpheus attempts to reel back in all of his anger “There is no need to cry, I believe you” His hand comes up to wipe her tears.

“I think part of my memory is missing, like someone altered it”

“And let me guess you don’t remember who”

She looks down and shakes her head no.

“Perhaps it will come back to you”

“Hopefully” Her smile is more genuine now. “I missed you so much, all I remember is how thinking of you was the only thing that kept me sane.”

“I missed you very much as well, I confess I can’t concentrate with you apart from me.” Morpheus says honestly.

“Me neither” she chuckles lightly. His arms pull her into a protective embrace. He kisses her lips gently. “May I take us back to Dreaming?”

“Please”

Without hesitation, he transports them back to his bedroom.

She pulls his head to head back to kiss him completely forgetting about the no-touching rule, Dream thankfully doesn’t pull away. “I want you so bad” she whisperers in his ear.

Dream contemplates her request for a moment “Then at last you shall.”

Her hands quickly remove his shirt and back down to his belt but he stops her… “but before I must taste you once more”

“Nooo, I’ve waited long enough.” Cami was feeling brave.

“Oh have you? I don’t believe so, let’s see how many times you can cum before then.” Dream decided to tease her, he relished in her reactions to it.

“What, no.”

Without responding he picks her up bridal style and carries Cami to the bed and places her head laying on the pillow with him on top. Her arms wrap around his back and pull him to her. He kisses her forehead, then nips at her nose and finally places his lips upon hers.

He then kissed a trail from her neck to her collarbone. Morpheus unbuttons the front of her dress stopping where the end of the button is, revealing her breasts, he flicks her nipples playfully.

“Ahh” she can’t help but moan. He kisses her stiff peaks before sliding two of his fingers into her pussy. She gasps at the unexpected but welcomed feeling.

“Always so ready for me” he has a hungry look in his eyes. He removes his fingers, slides down her body, parts her thighs, and settles his head between them. He licks his tongue along her folds teasingly.

“Please” She begs

“Please… what? Use your words”

“I- You know I can’t”

“Then I’ll do whatever I please” He immediately starts licking circles around her clit and started sucking.

“Whatever you’re doing is perfect”

He chuckles and after a couple of minutes, he removes his mouth to come back up to kiss Cami. He resumes pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy while kissing her passionately, alternating between her lips and neck. He leaves a few nips on her neck and breasts.

Cami can feel her first orgasm nearing, she pulls away from the kiss, “I’m going to cum soon”

“Good.” He purrs and starts circling her clit with his thumb.

“Oh my god” She felt her climax beginning.

He claims her lips as she cums. Her orgasm was just as wonderful as the one she had a few nights ago, if not better.

“Wow, Morpheus that was… I don’t even have the words” she says astonishedly as she gazes into his blue eyes.

He smirks and leaves one last kiss on her lips before settling between her thighs once again.

“Oh wow already?” Cami blurts out surprised.

“Yes,” He circles his tongue around her clit with more force and licks every right spot taking breaks to lick along her slick folds and to dip it in her entrance.

“Morpheus I-“

“Cum for me”

“Thank you that was amazing” Cami said dreamily.

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“Are you ready for me?” Morpheus asks.

Even though she didn’t know for certain she said nodded anyway. Her hands up come to trace lines down his abs to undo his black skinny jeans. Cami smiles deviously at the tent in his jeans, she pulled them down and realized he went commando. She gaped at the size of him.

His hands come up under her dress to remove it, but then he remembers he can just unmake it. Within an instant, the dress disappears as if it were never there, and Cami feels slightly vulnerable under his gaze.

He takes a moment to gaze at her again while running his fingers along her waist and small curves.

“Please I need you” she says while cupping his cheek.

“As you wish” He positions himself at her entrance and gently thrusts his cock in. He moans and his eyes widened at the sudden tightness around him. “Oh my you are tight,” he says breathily into her ear. His thrusts start at a steady pace.

“Oh, Morpheus you feel so good!” She praises and throws her head back.

He places his hand on the headboard for support and brings the other one up under her head to lift it up so she meets his gaze.

“Can I be on top?” Cami asks

“No, not yet, I quite like seeing you at this angle” He resumes kissing various parts of her face.

His thrusts begin to quicken in pace and harden. His lower flat stomach starts to grind against her clit as they meet. “You take me so well”

“Oh my god you feel so good!” She moans as he hit her g spot. Cami wasn’t necessarily inexperienced but none of her previous lovers knew how to fuck her quite like Morpheus.

After about 5 more min she starts to feel her 3rd orgasm nearing, her walls start fluttering around his length.

“I want you to cum on my cock,” He announces then pulls out for a moment to flip her over so she’s straddling him. She starts bouncing on his cock.

“I feel so empty without you in me” Cami moaned

“You don’t know long I have been wanting to take you.“ Dream growls in between low moans. He could feel his own release nearing.

With a few more hard bounces she was becoming undone. He cummed shortly after. She didn’t stop her movements until his ropes of cum were done releasing into her. After a few minutes, Cami is still not ready to remove herself from his length.

“Can you stay inside all night?” Cami asks Morpheus is now holding her with her head laying on his chest

“I wouldn’t have it any other way” He says

She smiles and lifts her head to face him. “Really?”

“Truly.” Morpheus kisses her

“I want to stay like this forever everything is perfect,” She says and kisses him back.

As she places her head back down against his toned soft chest, his eyes sadden, she doesn’t catch this. He must leave her again, with the vortex causing damage to The Dreaming, Morpheus believes she's safer at her flat but telling her can wait untill morning.

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Thessaly (Part 12)

Pairing: Tom Sturridge x Reader

Warning: Large Age Gap, Fluff, Lots of Smut

Summary: You are a young actress who was casted for the part of Thessaly in Season Two of the Sandman, which is where you meet Tom.

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Today was the day on which you would be re-shooting your most intimate scene on set and, luckily for you, following your private rehearsals with Tom, you were confident enough to pull it off.

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Nervously, you walked on to set which is where Tom was already waiting for you with the rest of the crew. Unlike most shoots, there was as little people on set as possible. You counted only seven in total including yourself and Tom and the reason you were late was obvious to all. Your make up took some time and Tom always complained about it, thinking that you looked so much nicer without it. But make up was what your character needed and it made you look both, mean and intimidating.  

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Possession | Chapter 1

Chapters:  1/5 Fandom:  The Sandman (Comics & TV 2022) Rating:  Mature Relationships:  Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Original Female Character, Dream/Reader Characters:  Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Original Female Character, Matthew the Raven, Lucienne, Calliope, Mervyn Pumpkinhead Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Explicit Sexual Content, Past Abuse, Abusive Relationships, Possessive Behavior, Domestic Violence, Jealousy, Trauma Responses Tags: Complicated Relationships, General complicated feelings, Dream is an IDIOT, they both have baggage, Past Relationships, Angst, OFC: Dahlia,1st POV Summary: In which Morpheus has a temper, jealousy is a problem, and past relationships never stay in the past. 3rd in the Fragments Series  | Read on AO3 Writing Masterlist Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5  Previous in Series: Touch Starved Next in Series: Interwoven

CHAPTER 1:  Being Clever Never Got Me Very Far

( General warnings for this chapter: sexual content, toxic relationships, mentions of abuse) Balancing the waking world and the Dreaming remained a challenge and one that Lord Morpheus wasn’t making any easier. Despite his admonishments about the negative impacts of Dream Walking on my everyday life, he had effectively shoved that under the rug now that he had me to himself every night. It was hard to focus on keeping up mundane things like a job and bills and friendships when at night you could travel anywhere and see anything plus had an immortal being driving you nuts in the best possible way. The vibrant colors of the waking world, revitalized by meeting Dream, had started to gray again and I was having to force myself to keep to normal sleeping hours and not waste the day away. The laundry was piling up, dishes needed to be done, and I needed to do something with myself. As much as I wished he would, I rarely saw Morpheus outside of dreams as he was still working on rebuilding his realm and attending to his duties. Occasionally, he would meet me at the café he’d surprised me at so long ago, both when I thought he was going to kill me and after our first time together. I had to get over my awkwardness at being the only one to eat, but he drank coffee and would tell me about the lives of the people that walked passed. He knew their dreams just by looking at them and in turn, knew their lives. My mind wandered to Lucienne’s library, to my small book kept there and its blank pages. Maybe that was part of his fascination with me, that he didn’t know my life. Everything was nice. It wasn’t healthy to be around each other 24/7 afterall and he had a job to do, same as me. Just on vastly different scales. Besides, he had no obligation to see me. We were casual lovers, or fuck buddies as I had deemed us crudely once, something he took offense to but didn’t necessarily argue against. He craved affection even if he didn’t say so with words. My need to be around him was just the newness of it, that constant pull to be next to him and touch him. It was a mutually beneficial relationship that lacked any sort of commitment. Dream of the Endless had seen all there was, had existed longer than most of the stars. It was hard not to be enraptured by that. So I forced myself to be good with what I got. It would fade and I would be able to be more productive, balance things better. I had begun to write again or attempt to, with Lucienne’s encouragement that my work was good. I had a lot of mental and emotional blocks when it came to writing, ones I didn’t want to get into yet, and I was grateful to have support both in the waking world and the Dreaming. More effort was put into my job at the book publisher, taking on more responsibilities in the hope that when I did have something decent I could show them. I even let Anissa, my coworker, take me to after work drinks though I suspect it was mostly an attempt to get me to spill the details on Morpheus or to get me to date one of our coworkers. She had been the one to encourage having some “fun” after my breakup and I was very bad at hiding that I had, in fact, followed that advice. Just not in the way she suspected. Things were okay. They were fine. But it was only a matter of time before our own hang ups would begin to surface. My life, my history, was unknown to him and I was a bit grateful. I’m not sure how I would feel if he knew everything about me and I knew hardly anything from him. It also meant he couldn’t see all the baggage there. We both had it. He had said he had had past relationships, obviously from being eons old, had told me about Killala that first talk while comparing cheating exes. Had bonded over mutual pain and disrespect. But beyond that, the details of our lives remained blank to each other. Stories and nothing more. I should have noticed when I saw maintenance go in and out of my neighbor Janine’s apartment that she had moved out. She had downright started avoiding me at all costs after I caught her in my bed with my then boyfriend, Thomas. The same boyfriend whose dream I then went into and broke one of the rules, smashing everything to bits and causing Morpheus to find me for the first time. I guess I should have thanked her for the introduction if she wasn’t a miserable hag. I’d seen her dreams, seen the countless escapades she had all the while knowing they were attached and she didn’t care. If she had wanted Thomas, she could have him. But now, I was mostly relieved that she was finally gone and I could walk through the hallway of my complex with ease. Coming home after work, my neck ached from stress and I towed off my shoes at the door, dropping my bag to the ground in a heap. Taking on more responsibilities at work meant my brain was mush by the time I made the walk home and it was a lesson in focus to not just daydream the day away. I had the whole weekend ahead though which meant I didn’t have to set an alarm and could stay in the Dreaming however long I wanted. It sounded divine after the stressful week I had. I was finally getting the hang of Dream Walking after a few more actual lessons from Morpheus, though he still loved to distract me. I was even getting better at doing it without using doors, even if my aim wasn’t always accurate and I had to bounce around a few times. If the dreamlord wasn’t with me, I still liked to imagine them because it was easier on my brain. Tonight I was going to explore more of the Dreaming beyond just Morpheus’ chambers and he could come along or mope on his own. A knock sounded at the door just as I was about to change out of my work dress, causing me to pause. No one ever came to visit. The number of friends I had could be counted on one hand, I had no family, and no one I knew made unexpected social calls. Frowning, I padded quietly over to the door and stood on my toes to look through the peephole at whoever was knocking. Maybe maintenance got the wrong door or something. You gotta be fucking kidding me. Thomas stood there, brown hair disheveled and button up shirt wrinkled. Even through the tiny window, he looked pathetic and I was almost certain it was on purpose. He liked to be prim and proper, even outside of work, unless he wanted something. The man had hardly ever had anything bad happen to him so he liked to play at being a victim whenever he could. It was mind boggling now, two months later, that I had stayed with him for over a year. “Then why did you stay with him?” Morpheus’ words bounced back in my head. Because he wasn’t the worst. Because he was interested in me. Because I was dumb and lonely and he made the world colorful at least for a bit. But even looking back now, that color paled in comparison to anything I felt now. I had blocked him from everything after waking up from his dream, the image of the King of Dreams sitting in the corner of an imagined bar after I had smashed everything to bits still fresh. Thomas had tried to reach out, though not very hard, but I ignored him and even when he showed up to my workplace, reception had shooed him away. It wouldn’t have surprised me if his attention had then turned to Janine and now that she was gone, most likely kicking him to the curb, here he was. I chewed on my lip, debating what I should do. Knocks reverberated through the door again, louder this time and I winced. “Dahlia, please, I know you’re in there,” his muffled voice shouted through the wood. I groaned inwardly. Fuck, if Matthew had been keeping an eye on him or me still then he at least could had warned me Thomas was coming. He knocked again and I knew my neighbors were going to get curious if he kept it up. “Dahl, please. Just hear me out!” Thomas shouted, a pathetic edge to his voice. I wanted to slam my head into the door, bemoaning my luck. Bracing myself, I sighed and unlocked the door, opening it only partly and blocking the view into the apartment. “What?” I bit out with pressed lips and annoyance painting my face. The guy looked worse closer up, shirt a mess and eyes a little bloodshot. He also reeked of booze which sent my body on high alert instantly. Anxiety and fear, old and familiar, sank into my bones. “Please,” he repeated, taking a step towards the door, “Can I come inside so we can talk?” “No,” I crossed my arms and leaned against the door jam, teeth clenched. My patience with him was thin and after time apart, my backbone had strengthened again. I had put up with a lot, hadn’t screamed or raged in his face when I had caught him naked in my bed. He was lucky that all I did was smash his dream, which I’m sure he had no recollection of. “Dahl-” “I’m sorry, you don’t get to ask for anything from me,” the growl that left my throat cut him off, eyes slightly wide at the tone, “You can say what you want to say here or I can shut the door in your face and you can leave.” His throat bobbed as he swallowed. He had never dealt with this side of me. Most arguments between us I had let slide, not feeling up to putting in the effort and letting him get his way. It was always easier than to fight, a lesson I had learned a long time ago. But it had fueled his ego and he thought me to be small and docile. That part I was willing to claim was my fault, but now- now I had teeth and I wasn’t afraid to bare them. “I’m sorry,” Thomas started, “What I did was selfish and awful and I am an asshole.” “A few months late, but so far not arguing against that,” I commented, glaring. “I miss you, Dahl,” he pressed on and stepped even closer, only a foot away now, “Please, I want us to work-” “No you don’t,” I cut him off. The indignation was plain on my face as I sneered at him, “You made your choice, Thomas. There is no working it out. You fucked another person in my home and are barely putting in the effort to apologize now? You’re not sorry, you just want me to be your safety net because you thought I was a pushover.” That barely concealed anger was in his eyes and he shoved a hand through his shaggy hair, “That’s not true. I love you-” “Oh get the fuck out of here with that bullshit,” I scoffed, finally fed up with wasting my time and hearing the crap pouring out of his mouth, I moved to shut the door. But his foot shot out, blocking the way, and before I could process it he had pushed into the apartment and shut the door behind him. The movement had been fast, calculated, and I cursed myself for even opening the door and not just calling security to kick him out. Even though he smelled of alcohol, his motor functions were still sharp and I should have made sure my guard stayed up. I knew better. Now my heart was hammering and I stepped back, putting space between us as he blocked the door. My mind tried to run through a dozen different scenarios, strategies, paths to either get him out or get away. There was pepper spray in my bag, I could run for it or the bedroom and lock myself in, under the couch was a baseball bat I kept just in case. He was drunk and could never take no for an answer and I should have been more aware. Thomas raised his hands like he was calming a riled horse, placating but voice desperate, “I only want to talk, you won’t let me talk! Please, you need to hear me out.” “I don’t have to do anything, Thomas,” my voice was steady but firm, one foot sliding behind me so I could pivot for the bedroom if I needed to, “You are going to get the fuck out of my apartment. Now.” “Stop, Dahlia, I want you back!” Though he was pleading, his hands clenched and unclenched and annoyance vibrated through him at my continual refusal, “I’m not leaving until you listen.” His eyes were wild and I knew he was on that edge of being reasonable or doing something we both may regret. Men like him didn’t consider consequences because they had never experienced them and that made him dangerous. I felt the slight breeze first before the ripple of power swelled over my skin, blanketing it and wrapping me in its first embrace while blazing through the room in hot fury. I didn’t have to turn to look behind me to know Morpheus was standing there, anger coming off him in waves and presence darkening the doorway. My breath caught in my throat. I had only ever felt his actual anger once, in the nightmare where we finally confronted each other. It had been all encompassing, those black eyes piercing right into my soul and stars bright enough it could burn me away. I watched hesitantly as a bit of fear entered Thomas’ eyes at last and though I knew I shouldn’t, I felt satisfaction at seeing it there. The Dream King entered the room from the bedroom where he definitely had not been a few minutes ago and stepped quietly next to me, hand brushing mine and long black coat grazing my legs from his proximity. Too close to be casual, definitely not after leaving my bedroom, and a clear outward sign of who he was to me. Thomas tried to hold his ground and kept his chin raised but I could see the tension there as he looked back and forth between us and took him in. The brown haired man didn’t stack up, could never compare. Morpheus was a storm at my side, voice quiet but powerful, “You will leave, Thomas McNara. Now.” I resisted the urge to look up at him, could easily feel the building anger he was holding back the longer my ex didn’t do as he commanded. He was dangerous, a volcano ready to devastate, and it was all targeted at one person. But Thomas was never the smartest and was too dumb to know when to back down. Brown eyes swiveling back to me, he scoffed and scrunched up his face incredulously, “Are you serious, Dahl? This is who you got with-” The one step forward the dreamlord took was enough to cut him off, the air growing thin in the room as Dream advanced and snarled, “Keep silent. You have ignored every word she has spoken, disrespected her, and entered her home uninvited. You are pitiful.” Morpheus glared down at him, blue eyes dark as he looked down his nose at the human whose bravado was crumpling by the second. Energy crackled and in that moment, even in the waking world, he looked every bit the ancient, powerful being that he was. Thomas could see it then, that he had drawn the attention of something that was far greater than he could ever imagine and had its ire. “I have seen your dreams, Thomas McNara,” the Lord of Dreams hissed and took another step towards him, “You treat women as toys and want what you cannot have. I assure you, she is not yours to possess and never will be again. Leave now and count yourself lucky I am being merciful for her sake for I could do far, far worse . ” Thomas’ brown eyes almost flicked to mine but he kept himself from looking at me, face pale with fear and sweat sliding down his temple. One step, then two, and he backed away to the apartment door and left, fumbling along the way and tripping out the door into the hallway. The door shut with a loud bang that echoed through the space. The tension didn’t immediately leave now that we were alone. Dream was a bow string pulled too tight, threatening to unleash at any moment. I swallowed hard and reminded my brain that the rage was in my defense and not directed at me. I didn’t have anything to fear from him, but I had never dealt with this kind of anger easily. I blinked and it was someone else standing in his stead, fists clenched tight and eyes drilling holes into my skin as if he could skin me alive with just a look. I blinked again and the image melted away, leaving just the King of Dreams standing with his back to me with his coat so black it looked like the abyss. Taking a few deep breaths, I grounded myself and focused on what was happening now, trying to forget the brief flash of memory. With a few steps, Dream’s coat was within reach and I gently trailed my fingers down his shoulder and arm until cool skin met mine. He didn’t react at first, hands hanging at his side, but I slowly intertwined one hand with his and gave it a squeeze as I rested my cheek against his shoulder blades. In a breath, the tension slowly seeped from him and I hugged him fully from behind, able to breathe easier as his power pulled back into him and the air cleared. “Are you okay?” I asked into his coat, hand in his and the other wrapped tightly around his waist from behind. He was so thin, but lean muscles tensed along his back and under my cheek. He was always the one to wrap himself around me, so the change in stance was new and one I enjoyed. A dark chuckle left him and I could feel the reverberations through his back, “Am I not supposed to ask you that instead?” I hugged him tighter and felt comforted when his free hand caressed my arm gently and he sank into the touch, “I’m okay, I’m safe, nothing happened. I haven’t ever seen him that…crazed, but he was just drunk. Even if you didn’t show up, I could have gotten him out. But thank you for coming to defend my honor, your highness.” I made my tone as light as possible, joking in the hopes he would come down from his anger if he saw that I wasn’t freaking out. I could practically hear the thoughts churning in his mind, replaying the situation over and over again, but at last, he relaxed. Keeping my hand in his, he turned to face me and pressed a kiss to the back of my hand. I could see it now, the remnants of whatever Thomas had seen and feared. Though his eyes were still blue, the endless night sky peaked there, fathomless and encompassing and terrifying. His skin had paled to that marble tone he had in the Dreaming, lips pressed in a thin line. He looked like a god, glorious and terrible. My heart raced as I took him in and I found it hard to swallow, knowing that this otherworldly creature held interest in me, had come to make sure I was safe. “She is not yours to possess.” The words echoed through me as I stared at him, a complicated feeling bouncing around. He noticed brow furrowing and a hand coming to rest on my cheek, elegant pianist fingers brushing my bangs from my eyes, “I can recognize when something is troubling you. What is it?” I chewed on my bottom lip, trying to think. Our relationship was…strange. Seeing an anthropomorphic personification came with zero rules unlike every other relationship I’d been in. There was no talking about what we were, boundaries, commitments. Exclusivity. We’d simply gone along with it, letting attraction and desire lead us, but feelings were avoided. Feelings were going to remain avoided, but him coming and stepping in. That had been something. I realized it then that it wasn’t fully rage he had been feeling or that had caused him to bare his teeth at Thomas. It was possessiveness. “You said-” I swallowed, trying not to choke on the words, “you said I wasn’t his to have.” Those blue eyes of his had settled, becoming more human-like, but I could see the flash of want and apprehension there, “Was I wrong?” Despite my trepidation, heat pooled low in my belly at the tone, “I don’t know, you tell me.” He stepped closer, chest pressed against mine and hand trailing down from my cheek to lightly wrap around my neck. My heart beat loudly in my ears and my body was tingling, sensitive to each touch of his skin on mine and shooting lightning down my nerve endings. Possessiveness had always been a double edged sword for me. Too much was toxic, restricting, frightening. Had destroyed me one suspicious look at a time and caused so much pain. But on the other hand, I wanted to be Dream’s. Wanted to know that I had been deemed worthy enough of the Lord of Dreams’ attention and not only that, that he wanted me all to himself. His head lowered, nose skimming along mine and breath mingling there, “While you are your own person, little dreamer, and are free to do as you wish, I will warn you- I do not share.” The words were low and dark and trailed along my skin like the edge of a feather, making me swallow a moan. “I give you this choice now, Dahlia Morrowland, ” Morpheus continued, my name whispered along my lips as he tilted my chin up to meet his eyes under lowered lids, baring the long expanse of my neck, “If you wish to have other lovers, we can end this game now. You are welcome in the Dreaming, in my palace, and I will not fault you. I will not deny you my presence… but if you wish for us to continue, I am afraid I will not be able to help myself. You will be mine and mine alone.” I shivered at the dark promise, breath catching in a way I’m sure he knew. My skin felt tight and hot and all I could focus on was the simple loose wrap of his fingers on my neck like he was branding me. His words rattled through me, setting flame the parts of me I wished for him to touch. I managed to swallow and meet his gaze, the heady want there reflected in my own, “I’m not ending this. And just so you know, I don’t share either. You are mine, dreamlord, if you wish to be.” He smirked, the slightest tilt of his lips, at the declaration before tightening his grip on my neck and pulling me to him, lips crushing. It was his own answer, his own agreement. Yes, yes, he did wish for that. My hand left his and wrapped around his neck as I stood on my toes to reach him, tongue delving into his mouth and moaning into him. His own caressed mine, sucking and teasing while completely devouring me. Dream in the waking world was different than in the Dreaming. He was tangible, real, made of true flesh, tasting of honey and mint, and smelling of early morning rain. And for the first time, he was in my apartment. He was mine. Mine. And I was his and it felt like too much and not enough all at once. The Dream King trailed his hands to my thighs and in a quick move, lifted me, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carried my weight easily. The hard press of his arousal was against me and I gasped into his mouth as he pushed me against the wall, back jolting at the contact. He deepened the kiss, ravenous and impatient. It was a frenzy of teeth and lips, his mouth leaving mine to kiss his way down my neck as his lips sucked at the pulse there. His teeth bit gently and I moaned, heat shooting through me sharp and sudden. The skin would be dark and apparent tomorrow, I knew that, but something deep and primal was pleased at the mark. Let them see. My fingers ran through his hair, dark and soft, and lightly grazed my long nails along his scalp until he moaned against me to my satisfaction. I had learned that he loved the feel of nails scratching, the sharpness against his skin, and his head was extra sensitive. He rocked against me and I hissed at the feel of him against me, separated my layers of clothing. I unwrapped my legs from his waist and braced myself, hands going to his jeans to get them unbuttoned and off of him. His own hands went to the hem of my dress, squeezing my exposed thighs and finding my drenched underwear. I moaned loudly as he cupped my sex, savoring the arousal wetting the fabric there. Running fingers up and down the thin covering, I gasped and twitched at how sensitive I was already. I was trembling, fingers shaking as I finally got his pants free and pulled the zipper down. We were getting impatient, the real world limitations meaning he couldn’t just magic our clothes away. With a quick jerk, he ripped the panties off easily, dropping the scrap of fabric to the floor as I lowered his jeans and freed his pulsing erection from them. “Excuse you. I liked those,” I growled at him. My hand wrapped around his cock, pleased with the way he jerked into my hand and hissed out a moan under his breath. His skin was the texture of velvet, soft to the touch but hard in my hand, and I savored each delicious stroke and ragged breath that left Morpheus’ mouth. My mind could only focus on the feeling of him and the words mine, mine mine over again. “You can easily acquire more later, though wearing none around me would be preferred,” the dreamlord gritted out, fingers in my hair and clenching my thigh tightly as I moved my hand over him steadily. I smirked, watching his eyes close against my ministrations, thumb rubbing the tip of his erection and sliding the precum there over him, “You going to buy me some with your fake money?” My palm squeezed him and a moan slid from his mouth, raw and wanting. He turned his head and his lips met mine in a frantic rush, tongue warring and fighting for dominance. Impatient, Dream pulled my hand off of him and gripped my thigh, lifting it around his waist and sheathing into me in one fast thrust. There was no foreplay, no slow build. The move was quick and hard, an edge of pain tingeing it at the feeling of him, large and buried to his base suddenly filling me. I was tight around him, each glorious inch filling me completely. The pain faded quickly though it only served to amplify the pleasure, as he pressed me firmly against the wall and fucked me hard. The angle was delectable, hitting the perfect spot inside me every time, and I couldn’t  stop the cries that poured from my lips as he pulled out almost fully then rammed back in. I could only hang on. He still wore his coat and shirt, both of us not even fully unclothed, and my nails dug into the fabric. Feeling the friction of his clothes against my sensitive skin heightened the pleasure while my own skirt was pushed up around my waist. He grunted with each desperate thrust, lips against my throat as he bit and sucked and tasted my skin. The brink of my orgasm was coming fast as I drowned in the rapture and ecstasy, body pulsing and clenching around him. He went harder, faster, pouring all his want and possessiveness into me. Each hard thrust branded my skin with the word mine , each kiss claiming, and each mark on my body a sign that I was with the King of Dreams and would be his alone. It should have scared me, having this type of attention from someone like him. It had scared me with lesser men. I had bucked and thrashed against the possessiveness before, had feared it, but with him I drank it down. Because even as he claimed me, he willingly let me claim him as well, offered himself up to me as equals. And so I wrapped my arms tight around him, rode the waves of my orgasm as it crashed into me and ripped his name from my mouth. Stars exploded behind my eyes, nebulas swarming, and I felt like I was floating in a storm I had no control of. He followed soon, giving a final hard thrust before releasing into me with a groan. His lips still lingered on my skin and sweat clung to both of us, the straps of my dress askew and his collar half upturned from my grabbing. We both looked completely and thoroughly fucked and at that thought, I couldn’t help but laugh. The reaction caused my body to clench around him and he grunted into my skin. Dream’s fingers soothed the skin of my thigh before helping me to lower it from his waist, both of us unable to keep from letting out a small groan as the movement shifted our sensitive bodies. It pleased me that I wasn’t the only one with a worn out body. His gaze met mine with a raised brow, skin now a warmer shade and eyes settled. I just grinned at him, wide and unrestrained, tongue between my teeth, “Hi.” With a quirk of his lips light-heartedly and something like affection gentling his face, he replied softly, “Hello.” I gave him a tender kiss, lips dragging against his and savoring their taste, before pulling back, “I guess we can cross off having sex for the first time in the waking world off the list. Along with wall sex. Very efficient work, your highness, good job.” Caught between amusement and confusion, furrowed his brow quizzically, “A list, little dreamer?” Giving a half-hearted shrug, I smiled up at him, “Less a list, more like ideas.” Morpheus’ eyes darkened and I could almost feel him hardening inside me. I knew then that I was doomed. Because there was nothing the Lord of Dreams liked more than a challenge and he was more than willing to make sure we thoroughly explored all those ideas of mine along with a few of his. The evening was spent in my apartment as he claimed me over and over again, worshiping every part of me and leaving no part of me unmarked. And I did the same in turn. I didn’t know what it meant fully as we didn’t discuss feelings or what being with each other meant, but I was okay with what I did know and what I was given. That would be something to think about later.

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Broadway

Part 32: Pink Butterfly 

Pairing: Tom Sturridge x Reader

Warning: Fluff, Age Gap, Pregnancy, Angst, Mention of Abortion

Summary: You recently moved to New York and meet a handsome stranger who performs in your brother’s play on Broadway.

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“You want me to get onto my knees and beg, don’t you?” Tom asked, seeing the look on your face while your mother had her arms crossed.

“Yes Tom! I want you to get onto your knees and beg” you chuckled but, what he did next, surprised you.

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You're No Devil

Chapter 3: The Tumble

Morpheus x Fem OC

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Warnings: Dark Morpheus, light smut, and gaslighting

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Cami wakes up to the sun shining on her face from the window Morpheus created while she was sleeping. He was still holding her as she woke, her head resting on his chest.

“Wow, that was the best sleep of my life” She stretches out like a cat over a clothed Morpheus.

“Shit what time is it? Jesus” She says while raising her head and looking around, still gaining consciousness.

“Why does it matter?” He pulls her head back to his chest. His voice was soothing, it made Cami want to forget about everything and stay with him.

“Cause it’s Monday and I need to open up the shop” Cami groaned and realized she was still naked.

“I’m afraid that won’t be possible” Dream prevents her from getting up by holding tightly onto her wrist.

“Wha-What? Why not?” She struggles against his grip.

Morpheus flips her over so he’s on top, “Well now that you’ve returned to the dreaming, I see no reason for you to leave.” He says while pinning her wrists above her head.

“Wait stop! You’re not seriously suggesting-“

Morpheus cuts her off “Oh yes I very much am, I am suggesting much more.” He purred.

“Let go of me!” She kicked and thrashed at him.

Dream not wanting this to escalate further loosen his grip and lets her go, he uses his magic to lock the door.

Cami pushes him off and jumps off the bed. She throws on the black, silk robe that he left for her on the bed and runs over to the exit, “Hey! Let me out!” She pounds on the door. “Hey! please someone help! Lucienne?” She exclaimed.

“They can’t hear you, they will only hear what I want them to.” He said deviously.

“Oh fuck nononono!” Cami started pacing back and forth across the floor a few feet for the bed.

“You can’t keep me here! I have a life.” Cami cried out.

“Which you clearly do not enjoy, you seem miserable in the Waking World” Morpheus calmly replied while sitting up against the black bed frame.

“Gee thanks” Cami stops pacing to glare at Dream.

“Camille I…” He trailed off, unable to form a solid apology.

‘Ugh, I’m sad because you abandoned me!”

“I had no other choice.” He says affronted.

“Well, that didn’t make your absence suck any less.” She retorted

“You will not speak to me in this manner.” Dream’s tone darkens.

“Or what?” She shot back.

“You dare test me?” He hisses. His void-like eyes are back, “I’ll forbid you from stepping outside the castle or even this room if you don’t comply.”

“What are you insane?” Cami stared at Dream dumbfounded.

“As I said before there will be no need for those extremes if you agree you would be able to roam The Dreaming freely.”

Then it hit Cami, if she played along with this psycho man’s demands, she could possibly escape.

Dream slowly gets off the bed.

Cami fought back against all the insults she was ready to throw at him. “Ok…” And after a moment of consideration, she continues, “Then my answer is… Yes,” She hoped her smile was convincing enough.

Dream walked back to Cami, he sneaks his arm around her waist and pulls her close to him, “See how utterly simple that was” He whispered in her ear.

Against Cami’s better judgment she lets him unmake the robe she threw on, it disappears into sand swirling through the air, then into nothingness. Morpheus allows her to pull his coat off and he lets it drop to the floor.

Cami places her palms on his chest and drags her hands down to the belt of his jeans. Feeling his muscles through the black t-shirt.

“Will you let me see you?” She asks with doe eyes.

Dream contemplates her question for a moment and allows Cami to take off his shirt. He can’t resist indulging her.

“Wow, you are truly beautiful that cage did not do you justice” She admires while studying his pale ethereal form.

Dream looks away and doesn’t respond.

Cami snaps out of her trance and palms her forehead “Shit I’m sorry I didn’t mean to bring that up, that was dumb of me.”

He removes her hand from her face, “There is no need for apologies, you were merely admiring.” He smirks. Then he pulls Cami into a kiss before she can respond.

Her hands make their way back to his belt, Cami asks, “May I touch you?” As she pulls away, she stares at Morpheus with a wanting gaze.

“Not yet” He says harshly and removes her hands from his belt by grabbing her wrists.

“Ugh you tease too much” She pouts.

He pushes her back onto the bed. Cami’s arousal rises with every second.

Before Dream goes any further, he stops, “I apologize but I must attend to my duties, I shall find you when I’m finished”

“Wait… what you’re gonna just leave me like this?” Cami whines.

“You must learn patience, my dream and no you may not please yourself. Do not defy me, I will be aware if you attempt anything.” Dream declares.

“Ugh what the fuck do you expect me to do?!” She exclaims.

“Whatever you wish to, as long as you remain inside the castle.” He replies snarkily.

Dream disappears in a cloud of sand without saying goodbye. Leaving her wanting and unsatisfied.

Cami decides to go explore the library Lucienne told her about, but first, she needs clothes. Since her dress from last night was no where to be found, she walked over to the wardrobe that Morpheus created and looks through what clothes he has given her. They were gorgeous dresses of all sorts of different colors, none of which were really her style. She ended up picking a short, blue summer dress, she thought it would do and found some matching flats to wear.

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“So you have books about everybody’s dreams?” Cami looks around the library in awe.

“Yes, Miss, everyone who visits the dreaming,” Lucienne replies.

“You mind if I look around?” Cami asks.

“No of course not, Lord Morpheus encouraged it. Again, please tell me if I can help with anything, I’ll be at my desk.”

“Thanks, Lucienne, you’re the best!”

“Ah, you are too kind, goodbye miss.” Lucienne turned away quickly to hide her blushing.

“Bye!” Cami says while waving.

Hopefully, something in here would help her to escape. Cami decides to stroll around the M section looking for her books which she couldn’t find, ’Maybe Lucienne misplaced them? Cami thought, ‘But she doesn’t seem the type to.’

“Huh weird” she whispered to herself. As she was making her way over to Lucienne’s desk to ask for the location of her dream book, Cami hears two voices whispering in hushed voices, so she stops in her tracks to eavesdrop.

It’s Lucienne and someone bickering about something. Cami sneaks up to put her ear up against the bookshelf to hear better.

“No, you may not.” Lucienne hissed out.

“Well, from what I’ve seen she’s just a normal girl and she doesn’t deserve all this,” Cami thinks it’s a man that responds to Lucienne.

“Well, what are you planning to tell her? If Lord Morpheus found out-

He cuts Lucienne off, “He won’t I promise it’s not like he’s watching me all the time, only when I'm with her.”

“What?” Cami blurts out as she swings her head around the shelf to confront them.

“Oh um nothing miss! We’re just discussing some matters of The Dreaming…” Lucienne looks away embarrassed.

“Uh huh” Cami responds unconvinced. “So uh bird, who’s Morpheus gotchu watching?” She raises an eyebrow.

Matthew quickly thinks of a sensible lie, “Oh, just a rouge dream who’s been causing some trouble” He responds.

After Cami doesn't respond he adds, “My name is Matthew by the way, um… Miss.”

“Nice to meet you, please call me Cami” She sees right through their lies but not wanting to raise suspicion, she doesn’t pry anymore.

Also knowing this conversation would go nowhere she decides to change the subject. Cami turns to Lucienne and asks, “Where are my dream books? You said everyone has one.”

Lucienne shot Cami a panicked look. She totally forgot that the Dream Lord had her hide them away when Cami returned.

“Oh, I believe Lord Morpheus had them put away somewhere for safe-keeping.” She tried to say convincingly.

“Ok… can I see them?” Cami asks hopefully

“You will have to ask Lord Morpheus” Lucienne grimaces.

“Oh great, like that always goes well.’ She thinks to herself, she also tries to think of a diversion to distract these two for a while.

“Ok… thanks, do either of you know where a girl could get something to eat?” Cami asks

“Oh yes, what would you like? The castle has a kitchen that can prepare anything you wish” Lucienne responds excitedly.

“Oh wow, that’s amazing um let me think” Cami responds surprised.

“Of course, Miss.” Lucienne gives her a moment.

“Got any sandwiches?” Cami asks.

“Oh yes! I’ll have them make an assortment of different kinds.” Lucienne responds happily.

“Oh wow thank you.” Cami was relieved her plan worked.

“See ya later kid!”

“Bye! It was good meeting you, Matthew was it?” Cami asks.

“Yup that’s right, it was good meeting you too.” Then he muttered something under his breath that Cami didn’t quite catch.

“Farewell, Miss. I will come to fetch you when your food is prepared!” Lucienne says while offering her a warm smile.

“Bye, Lucienne!” Cami returns the smile.

“Holy shit, I need to get out of here” Cami whispered to herself after they were gone, she need a moment to process things and plan her escape. After about 15 minutes she walked quietly down the hallway, she met a dead end, a few actually. Though after a while she made it to the throne room door, it was opened. She slowly peaked her head in to make sure the coast was clear, but before she could step into the room, she was stopped.

“Miss Murrell, are you looking for Lord Morpheus?” A voice behind her asked.

Cami suddenly gasped and turned back to face Lucienne, who had a very confused look.

‘Damn can I be left alone for a sec, jesus christ.’ Cami thought to herself

“Oh um yes, where is he?” Cami said slightly panicked while trying to settle her nerves.

“He is creating new dreams and nightmares as we speak,” Lucienne responded.

“Oh.. well, never mind then! Thank you” Cami said shakily.

“I’ll inform Lord Morpheus that you were searching for him, Miss.”

“Oh, no need!” Cami blurted out. She quickly added, “Don’t wanna bother him you know?” So she wouldn’t seem suspicious.

“Alright your food is in the dining room, good day, my- sorry, Miss”

“Oh damn, it’s done already? Thanks so much, bye!” She smiles, trying to hide her confusion. ‘What is going on? This day just keeps getting weirder.’ Cami thought to herself.

After Lucienne walked back to her library. Cami tiptoed into the throne room, the door she entered through was next to the throne and the exit was on the opposite end. So she had to walk all the way down there without being caught. She took a moment to gaze at the fixed throne room in awe, the starry sky, the colors. It was all breathtaking.

She didn’t have an opportunity to view it last night, due to the events that unfolded here. Then it dawned on her ‘The fucking King of Dreams gave me head last night! Wtf is my life?!’ She thought to herself but she couldn’t focus on that right now, not when she was so close to freedom.

It was no small feat getting across the throne room but she achieved it and silently slipped out the castle doors. She walked calmly down the bridge trying to blend in with the other beings traveling beside her. The bridge had been fully restored as well as the rest of the kingdom. She was sad that she wouldn’t get to see more of it. As she was nearing the end of the bridge a dream yelled “Hey miss, why aren’t you in the castle?”

Cami jumped at the sound of his shocking voice and quickly starts running through The Dreaming.

After a moment she turns her head to see that her surroundings have vastly changed, they were darker but more whimsical. She bolts towards the enchanting forest on the right trying to lose the dream.

“Hey, where’d you go?” The nasally voiced dream calls out into the distance not understanding how she disappeared into the grassy field.

She continues without looking back. As she ventures deeper into the forest, Cami senses that something is wrong, the energy in this place is much stranger. She can no longer feel Morpheus.

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Morpheus went straight to Lucienne after he could no longer sense Cami in The Dreaming or through their bond.

“How is Camille hiding from me?” Dream questions Lucienne slightly accusingly, his jaw clenched.

“I’m not sure my Lord, she was searching for you not too long ago.” Lucienne winces

“Why did you not think to inform me of this?” He bites out through gritted teeth.

“Miss Murrell requested that I did not, Sir” Lucienne was bracing for his outburst.

Dream was fuming so much that he could not respond.

“Apologies, my Lord. I’ll search her dream journals for clues.” Lucienne scurries off.

‘Where had Cami gone? Had she left me? Did I scare her off?’ Dream wondered to himself.

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Cami stopped to take in her surroundings and slowly started stepping back until she tripped and she took a tumble down.. down… down.

“Why haven’t I stopped falling?” She was still too scared to open her eyes. “Ahhh!!!” It felt like she was free-falling endlessly. It was an eternity before she finally hit the soft ground? No… a bed? “Wait where the fuck am I?” Cami says to herself as she quickly sits up.

The room was completely white with random splotches of paint of some kind thrown on the walls and floor in bizarre shapes and swirls. This isn’t her room nor has she ever seen this place. “Is this a dream?” She asks herself. “It has to be one, right?” It all felt too real.

She was completely unharmed from what she could gather. So she gets up and as she’s walking across the floor, she hears faint giggling from all different angles around her and her vision blurs, she starts to feel hazy as she stumbles out the door.

Oh shit, she feels like she’s gonna pass out any second. She flays her arms around to find something to grab onto for support, but Cami is unsuccessful and hits the obscure, mismatched hallway tile floor with a thud.

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Broadway

Part 31: A Proposal 

Pairing: Tom Sturridge x Reader

Warning: Fluff, Age Gap, Pregnancy, Angst, Mention of Abortion

Summary: You recently moved to New York and meet a handsome stranger who performs in your brother’s play on Broadway.

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A few hours later, just as Tom was advised by your nurses that you had discharged yourself from hospital, he rushed home and, when he had arrived at his apartment, thinking that you would be there, he was only greeted by Danny who was still tidying up a few things around his house after you had left.

Of course, Tom’s first question was where you were and, when Danny simply told him that you were gone, he broke out in panic.

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𓅨 Fortuna: Chapter Three

Fortuna: Born with what seemed to be the worst luck in the world, you have managed to get into, and out of, life-threatening situations all your life. That is until the plague of 1514. You had escaped Mother Death countless times before, but not this time. Mother Death has taken a liking to you, and with your kindling relationship, you become that which historians whisper about. You are the great Fortuna, Goddess Incarnate of luck, and ruler over fortune and fate. No one could have anticipated what your ties with Death would bring you: Pain. Torture. Death. Love.

Warnings: Language, Blood, Nudity, Captivity.

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x ImmortalSpanish!Reader, Reader’s nickname is Fortuna. Fortuna is the Roman Goddess of personified luck and ruler over fortune and fate.

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You remained motionless as the guards picked up your body, leaving the black cloak behind, and unceremoniously thrust your listless body into the glass cage with Dream. Dream, still weak from the summoning spell, could only watch as your limbs were shoved into the small space. You were still unconscious from your reanimation as the glass cage was sealed again, leaving you partially pressed up against Dream. One of your legs had been thrown over his lap and he could see the damage around your ankle from your struggles to free yourself of bondage. His eyes then looked to your face where you had been struck, your marred cheek was half covered by your hair. But it was the blood that had flowed from your neck down your breasts, covering your entire chest and stomach, that held his gaze. It was so much blood. Roderick Burgess had killed you so easily at your refusal to his demand. Now that he knew Death would not take you, would Roderick repeat his actions every time you refused him?

It felt an eternity for Dream, waiting to hear your ragged gasping and pants for oxygen, return to normal. But ever so slowly, your breathing evened out and it wasn’t nearly as painful to listen to your struggles for breath. Roderick had long since left, certain that he would not get what he wanted this day, and the guards were much too busy double-checking the basement trusses for structural integrity to hold the cage to pay any attention to you and Dream. So Dream took this as a chance to brush his fingers across the newly sewn skin on your neck where Roderick’s knife had sliced you open. That wound was completely healed. But your ankle and cheek still held raw wounds… they weren’t life-threatening. 

He had heard of you. Fortuna of Spain, Goddess Incarnate, immortal woman that had walked the Waking World since the fifteenth century. Death had spoken of you on occasion. You were much like Hob Gadling, blessed with eternal life. But unlike your English counterpart, you had earned yourself the name of Fortuna, Goddess Incarnate. Many humans had designed to get their hands on you, eager to receive your blessing of luck and fortune. But such blessings were not yours to give and you hadn’t ever done such a thing. You were loyal to a fault to his sister and had been since the start of your immortal life. You would gladly die again, over and over, before aiding in the greed of mortal men. 

You jerked awake with a gasp, one of your hands reaching up to claw at your neck. Breathing back at an accelerated pace, you clawed at your skin, raking paths through the thin coat of blood on your neck and chest. Your ankle screeched in pain at your movement, sharp throbs biting at your bones that left you writhing against cold glass. Your injured leg then started to tremble and shake as you bit down on your lip until you tasted copper. The harsh and agonizing summon had dulled your senses to pain, and it was only now that you fully felt the scope of your injuries. Then a hand was stilling your shaking leg and you realized that you were locked in that awful glass cage with Dream. Your eyes connected with dark ones and you pressed back against the side of the cage, your arms jolted up to cover yourself as you stared wide-eyed into Dream’s eyes. You tried to retract your leg but were immediately assaulted by bone-rattling pain clawing at your leg. You bit down on another cry of pain and sagged back against the glass, trying to breathe through your pain. As tears made new tracks down your cheeks, you felt fingers pressing into the skin around your ankle, stabilizing it so your shaking didn’t cause any more pain to run up your shin. 

You closed your eyes and focused on keeping your breathing even, a task that required great concentration. Teleute had told you that you could die, but she would never come to take your soul, and you had died many times in your long life: burned, hung, drowned, stabbed, shot, the list went on… was your captor going to kill you over and over until you gave in to his demands? Most likely. But you were not in a position of power to give him what he wished. You may be considered Fortuna, Goddess Incarnate, but it was only in name. You would never give him what he wanted even if you could.

“Hijo de puta¹,” You whispered out, opening your eyes and looking down at your ankle, Dream still held it stable so you didn’t have to experience more of that mind-numbing pain. You weren’t going anywhere, anytime soon, with your ankle feeling this bad. Then again, it wasn’t like you were going to get out of this cage, you were trapped by a glass ball. Your eyes finally met star-filled ones again and you and Dream stared at each other for a few seconds. Shifting in place, you tried to move the leg that was folded beneath you to take the strain off the limb, managing to slide it out from under you so your knee was pressed against glass and not pinned beneath your weight. Unfortunately, your movement did not go unnoticed. 

“Oi!” A voice shouted. You flinched at the sound and made further attempts to cover yourself as men walked over to stare at you. “She’s up, mates!” You felt like you were a spectacle in a circus and curled in on yourself, trying to protect your modesty. You did your best to hide from the leering gazes, but you were, after all, trapped in a glass cage. You could feel the smoldering tension and emotion pouring from Dream as his eyes stared forwards, full of darkness and animosity. His gaze managed to chase one or two of the men away, but not all. 

“Enough!” Another voice was echoing in the damp, cold basement. Your eyes flickered over to the man who spoke. You think his name was Sykes. “She is not a zoo animal to gawk at! Finish your work and get out!” The gathered men scattered, leaving the room empty, save for Sykes. He stared at you. “It would be in your best interest to follow through with the demands of the Magus, girl.” You gave him no response. You were left in the basement with Dream as your only company. 

You had fallen asleep slumped against the glass cage with your leg stabilized by Dream’s hand and still stretched out. Your dreams were fitful, filled with old memories of your travels. Brushes of danger, your proclivity to nearly die, run-ins with mortals that had wanted to burn you, hang you, for being a witch. You had never experienced such violence against your person for simple a reason as refusal to give the impossible, and you were having a hard time coming to terms with your new predicament. In your violent and turbulent dreams, you felt like you were floundering. Then everything was washed with darkness. Looking around, you spent a few moments in confusion before your dreamscape turned into one that was familiar. Tall grass brushed your fingertips and looking down you saw that you were dressed in the old dress your mother had made you for your ten and five name day. It had been many years since you had last thought of your home.

“It is unusual that you were summoned in Death’s place.” You turned in place and were greeted by Dream, dressed in all black. He had entered your dreams. 

“No more unusual than that of you being summoned as well, Dream Lord.” You softly replied, slowly reaching up to run your fingers across your aching neck, echoes of that knife cutting your flesh. His head tilted to the side in consideration. 

“Perhaps, or Roderick Burgess simply used the wrong spell.” Your eye twitched at the name. So that was the name of your captor. You made a sound of agreement and looked down at your feet, lifting the skirt of your dress to assess the damage. Your ankle wasn’t marred by the wounds you had earned by struggling with your bonds. 

“It is better me than Teleute,” You mused, brushing your fingers through the tall grass once more. “I am replaceable, she is not.” Morpheus’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly at your words. 

“You believe yourself to be replaceable? That your life matters so little?” Compared to that of Teleute? Of course you did. Morpheus didn’t even need you to reply to his statement to know what your answer would be. His eyes thundered in discontent. “Do you care so little for your immortal life, Goddess Incarnate? For the gift you have been given?” You flinched as if struck and wrapped your arms around your torso, choosing to look out across the field of grass and wildflowers. 

“That— I do not wish for death, Dream Lord,” You whispered in a hush. “I have never wished for death.” You didn’t quite know how to explain how you felt about your immortal life… but never in your 

many years of living had you regretted your choice in immortality or taken your gift for granted. “I am sure I do not need to remind you of the repercussions of Mother Death being taken. I shall gladly take her place and protect her will.” 

Morpheus remained quiet, studying you instead of questioning you further. You were clearly devoted to his sister, and would die, again and again, all to protect her… but did you not care for your own being? 

“I will die an endless death before betraying the one who gave me life.” You whispered before moving forwards, leaving behind a perplexed Endless. You were moving forwards, heading towards your village, and not having a particular destination in mind as you walked. You could visit the church where you used to spend your Sundays praying to a higher power to give you the strength to stop being troublesome. Or you could stop by the old butcher shop where the butcher's boy used to smile so sweetly at you. You could even visit the community fountain and run your fingers beneath the water. All were good choices, but your feet took you to the cemetery. You came to a stop in front of your parents' headstones. 

You knelt on your knees and reached forward to brush away the grime and dirt that had covered the carved names of your parents. Then you pulled up the long grass that covered the worn rock. Sadness leeched into your body. After your mother had passed and you had fled, your father had been left alone, detained to live out his surviving years by himself. Without his beloved wife. Without his cherished daughter. You bit your lip as your eyes burned. Then soft mutters of indistinguishable Spanish slipped from your lips. This is what made your decision so hard. You would always feel that ache in your chest, the painful feelings of loss. Perhaps this was your punishment for being so selfish. A tear slipped down your face, running a trail along your skin until it dripped free in a crystalline drop. 

“Was I selfish to accept her offer?” You asked the Endless who had silently followed you. Morpheus studied your kneeling and hunched figure, his eyes lingering on the saline drops that slipped free of your lashes. He considered your question silently, thinking it over hard. You were a human, and you had been offered immortality by his sister. Death never made an exception to her job save for one time. He decided after thinking it over, his mind made up on you. 

“No. I do not believe it was selfish of you.” Morpheus’s voice rippled across your skin and made you shiver. Your head bowed and you stared at your twisted hands in your lap. 

“She gave me this gift so I could wander, and explore. Endlessly.” You finally spoke up after a period of silence. “How can I not be selfish?”

“It is not selfish to accept a gift.” Morpheus reminded you. “You did not beg for immortality and neither did you try to bargain. I would hardly call you selfish.” You sniffed and brushed the heel of your palm over your wet cheeks. 

“I will not give him what he wants, Dream Lord,” You spoke, gripping the skirts of your dress tightly. “And I know neither will you…” You paused for a period, before looking up at Morpheus. “What will you have me do?”

Morpheus gazed into your eyes, seeing a blazing fire in them. You had a spark of life, a kind he had never seen before within a human. You had such a passion blazing within your immortal body. What would Morpheus have you do? Little you, confined in a glass cage with him for the unforeseeable future. He settled on a decision. 

“Survive.” 

Translations:

Hijo de puta: Motherfucker.

Date Published: 11/13/22

Last Edit: 11/13/22

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I posted the fic on ao3 just so y’all know :)

Cami is the daughter of ghost hunters, one day, they all visit a mysterious mansion with a strange past in Fawny Rig. Turns out the rumors about the being in the basement weren't all that far off...

[vvsdreaming]

You’re No Devil

Will you stay? (Ch. 2)

Morpheus x OC

Ch.1 | Masterlist | Ch.3 | Ch.4

Minors, here’s the door 👉 🚪 DNI

18+ !!! Thank you 💕

Warnings: Dark, possessive, and jelly Morpheus, mention of drugs, mentions of struggling mental health, violence, smut at end, light dom/sub.

Sorry this is kinda fast-paced lol.

Word count: 6.2k

When Cami arrived at The Dreaming outside the Kingdom’s gates on the cold, black sand. She was unconscious at first, but she awoke as she heard a voice. Something was holding her tightly 

“Sir, sir are you alright” Lucienne cried out as she was running through the sand towards Morpheus and Cami. 

“Who is that that you’ve got yourself wrapped around, My Lord?”

“Lucienne” Dream cries out in relief as he lifts his head to gaze at his librarian.

This was the first word that Cami had ever heard Dream speak, she thought his voice was so wonderful she would never tire of it. 

As soon as Morpheus fully gauges what’s occurring, he unwraps himself from Cami.

They were laying with her back against him and her head was on his toned chest, but by this point, Dream had somehow managed to put on clothes, his signature outfit to be exact. 

So, unfortunately, there were barriers in the way of them fully touching. His long arms and legs were tightly encased around her like a koala. From the moment they landed in The Dreaming to the moment, Lucienne discovered them, his face was buried in the crook of her neck. Cami didn’t know how long they stayed like that. She wished it never ended.

All Dream knew or could think about in those moments was that he would do any and everything to protect the woman in his arms. 

“Miss Murrell why are you with Lord Morpheus and why have you returned so soon?”

Morpheus hadn’t known about Cami’s previous visit. He shot both of them with a confused look.

“Wait, wait you’re Dream… Lord Morpheus?” 

And suddenly everything started to click. It was the Dream king who was trapped in that basement.

He nods slowly.

After Lucienne helps both of them up. Dream’s arms don’t leave her arm and waist until Cami assures Morpheus that she is alright to stand.

“Miss Murrell freed me from me my prison.” Dream starts.

“How.. how my lord?” Lucienne looked at him in awe. 

Cami and Morpheus took turns filling the librarian in.

“My lord, how do think Miss Murrell can leave her dreams?” Lucienne inquired 

“I don’t have an answer yet, do you have any theories, Lucienne?” He responded with slight annoyance in his voice.

“No, I do not. My apologies, my Lord” Lucienne bowed her head. 

Dream waved a dismal hand.

Cami thanked them for their help and the three of them started making their way through the enormous gates of horn and ivory.

“Who did this” Dream almost croaks out as he gazes upon the barren wasteland that was once his glorious kingdom. As Lucienne is explaining what happened in his absence. Cami can’t help but try to comfort Morpheus by offering her hand, he hesitates at first. He’s unsure of what would come if he pursues things with this woman. How could he deny her a simple touch with her lovely eyes and that comforting smile? Dream does not reciprocate the smile but Cami thought she could see the edges of his full lips slightly twitch up.

He ultimately decides to accept her hand in his and their fingers are intertwined until they reach the throne room. 

___

After Dream fails to repair his throne room and refuses Lucienne’s suggestion of rest and sleep, Dream was fed up with his poor Librarian, “You may leave us now” He snarled, giving Lucienne a piercing glare. 

“Of course my Lord” She quickly shuffles out of the throne room. 

‘Damn that was kinda mean’ Cami thought. 

As Dream was making his way over to Cami who was just a couple of feet away at this point, he started, “Do you believe me to be cruel?”

“No, no why would you say that?” It was almost like… ‘No..no, he couldn’t possibly read her mind? ‘He can’t right? Please say he can’t, fuck!’ 

When Dream reaches Cami he takes her hands in his. he’s warmed up now. His eyes study hers, trying to predict her answer.

Cami didn’t know how to put this any nicer, so she decided to give it to him straight, “No Dream no of course not, maybe you’re just a little tough on your librarian, I mean she basically took care of the entire realm while you were gone, maybe give that woman a break?” Her breath slightly shaking.

Dream furrowed his perfect brows at her answer, “Look where leaving Lucienne in charge of The Dreaming got us.” He hissed.

“You couldn’t possibly mean that, you are just being bitter and petty, Lucienne did the best she could in your absence.” Cami didn’t mean to egg him on, but she didn’t know what came over her. All she knew was that there was no way she was backing down with him spewing these absurdities.

“You dare call me Dream of the Endless petty? You dare suggest that this was my doing?” He chuckles very darkly. His eyes were dark, soulless now. Vacant of everything but tiny white stars. His hands travel up her arms finding a place to rest right above the elbow, and the grasp he has on her arms tightens. 

She shivers.

This is not the Morpheus she knew earlier. His alabaster skin is cold again. It seemed like he lost everything that made him look remotely human. 

Cami’s slightly ashamed to admit it but the familiar pit in her stomach that would be there if she was scared was missing, it was replaced by a longing in the area just a couple of centimeters below. 

‘Oh no,’ she thought. "Now I hope he definitely can’t see my thoughts now." The things she wanted him to do to her, the ways she imagined he would take her. ‘Omg get a hold on your thoughts You can’t let him win this argument.’

“I-I- No-“ Camis arousal melted her brain.

“What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?” Dream purred darkly.

Morpheus pulled her closer, by placing his hand on the small of her back. They are now connected at the waist. His lips formed something resembling a smirk. His other hand grabs the few stray front pieces of her beautiful hair and places them behind her ear and it comes back to cup her cheek. 

Sadness and regret in his eyes, they’ve returned to their original icy grey-blue color. 

“Can you read my mind?” Cami asks bluntly.

“My apologies Camille Murrell, I did not mean to frighten you but I cannot see your thoughts. Do not worry, my dear.” Morpheus says with much conviction.

“No don’t you stop now” A thought she meant to keep to herself but she blurted it out anyway. ‘Whelp, cats of the bag. No turning back now’ Cami thought. 

Dream came even closer. Cami thought that for a moment he was going to kiss her, which she was not prepared for in any way, but his mouth traveled past her lip. Stopping beside her ear. 

“As much as I would love to continue this with you I must control myself and take my leave of you” he whispered breathily into her ear.

“Wha-why, why please don’t” she almost whined.

“I must seek out my tools and return The Dreaming to its proper glory.”

“Take me with you, I can help” she didn’t want to leave him, she couldn’t bare to, the pull, the yearning between them was still there and growing with each passing second. It was all too much.

“I’m afraid that won’t be possible, my dream” 

Oh, she loved that nickname.

“The places I must venture to are far too dangerous for you” 

“But-“

He interrupted “I beg of you do not fight me on this, this is something I must do alone.” He places a warm, gentle kiss on her forehead after saying this. 

“But how will I know you’ll come back to me? You’re coming back right?” She practically cried out.

Morpheus brought Cami into a tight, protective embrace, she nuzzled her face into his chest. Also wrapping her arms around his back equally tightly. 

“I promise I will return to you soon my dream, but now you must sleep. Where you prefer to return to?” Dream asks.

“Please take me back to my flat in London.”

“As you wish” Pulling away from her momentarily, he conjures another blue, swirling portal. 

“Goodbye Lord of Dreams” Cami smiled faintly through the tears that were forming.

“Please address me as Morpheus, there’s no need for such a formal title” He wiped her tears away.

“You sure? Then in that case, please call me Cami.” She sniffled.

“Of course, Camille.” He said with a slight wink

Ugh, she loves the way her name rolls off his tongue.

After a few moments when he pulls away, he is met with slight resistance from her, but Cami knows he wouldn’t leave her unless it was absolutely necessary. 

“Farewell, my dream”

The next thing she knew she was back in her bedroom, “What kind of fucking day was that?” She asked herself.

She thought she couldn’t unfortunately completely rule out a psychotic break, they run in the family. 

She immediately tries to think what she’ll tell her parents, she was now 2 hours away with no explanation. Maybe she could get away with telling them she felt too scared to stay another moment after she felt something watching her. ‘Eh they are pretty gullible’ she thought, maybe her parents will believe it?

‘What. A. Day.’ She thought once more. Is this how her life would be from now on?

___

3 months later

Dream has obtained all of his tools but the 3 Major Arcana are still missing. He had been putting more effort into a particular woman’s dreams.

Cami awoke as she always had, sad and wanting to return to her slumber, these last few months her dreams had been quite exquisite, ranging from glorious sunsets on the beach to exploring the Moon.

Last night Cami dreamt of walking through a peaceful rainforest it was silent except for the sound of the leaves bustling through the wind and the sound of the drizzling rain hitting the ground and plants. Of course, a real rainforest would be much noisier, ‘But how would that be enjoyable?’ She thought.

 Cami knew that her sudden “dream upgrade” was Morpheus’ doing.

She swore she could almost feel him watching her every once and a while, but as soon she would turn to where she felt a slight disturbance in the air. He would be nowhere to be found. ‘Huh hope I’m not being paranoid’ she thought, but these instances have felt too real to be just a figment of her imagination. 

Although maybe it was time for her to start seeing her therapist again, how would she ever explain these things, these events without being sent off to grippy sock jail? 

“Ugh, forget it” she groaned while falling onto her back onto her bed after getting up only to feed her cats.

By this point Cami had lost some of her faith in Morpheus, she couldn’t lie. He said that he would be back soon but it’s been 3 freaking months! She doesn’t know how fast or slow time moves for him. For all, she knows his definition of soon could be years from now. She would’ve appreciated at least a heads up that it was gonna take this long.

She started to feel like Bella Swan in New Moon, staring out the window, waiting for her Edward. She felt utterly pathetic. 

Cami, brought in enough cash at her pawn shop to live on her own. Slowly over these months, she had let herself and the flat go. Since she barely had enough time or energy to think about anything besides him. 

Her close friends, Jade and Sam had noticed that Cami had been more distant and flakey recently. So they decided to head over to Cami’s apartment to do a mini-intervention to get her out of this slump. 

Cami would never admit to needing help over text due to her stubbornness. They would have to show up uninvited so Cami couldn’t deny that she was struggling when they show up and see her messy hair, unwashed clothes, and unkempt apartment. 

Her apartment had a whimsigothic vibe, it features a couple of bookshelves with human/supernatural literature and ancient texts. Cami kept many plants, which were still in surprisingly good condition. There were also quite a few pet beds and shelves scattered around for her two cats. 

A/N: I created a whimsigothic mood board at the end of this chapter if you dunno what I’m talking about. Think witchy Coraline vibes:)

It was around 5 in the evening when Cami heard a loud knock which woke her from her dream. Cami was sleeping way more often now, upwards of 12-14 hours a day. She knows it’s not healthy but her dream life is much more vivid and fulfilling than her real one at the moment.

“Who is it? I’ll be right there, just give me a sec!” Cami exclaims as she jumps off the bed. She needed to find pants and possibly a bigger shirt, she was currently only wearing a cropped lace-edged cami tank and underwear.

“It’s us, me and Jade are here!” Sam answers.

“Ugh, why couldn’t you of called or at least texted!” Cami hissed a bit quieter.

She only could find some half-decent back sweats in her clothes pile. 

“Huh what was that?” Jade asks.

“Nothing! Be right there, guys!” Cami responds as she puts her pants on and tries to fix her hair but it’s really no use.

As Cami was opening the door, Jade blurts out “Girl you need to go catch a dick” quoting Jules from Euphoria.

Cami rolls her eyes sarcastically.

All three of them burst out laughing while Cami welcomes them inside, joking about how Jade always says the most out-of-pocket things.

Sam starts, “Alright here’s what going to happen, you go get yourself showered and cleaned up. I’ll throw in a fresh load of laundry for ya and then we’ll all clean up your flat, sound good?” 

Cami almost burst out into tears because of their generosity, her friends sense this and immediately console her. “We’ll talk about it later ok?” Jade asks while rubbing Cami’s back.

Cami manages an “ok” through a broken sob. Then after settling down, she adds, “Thanks guys I don’t know what I would do without you.”

___

After they cleaned everything up, they all sat on the purple couch together at around 6.

“Soooo…” Jade starts, “What are we doing tonight? Ayy, Grumpy over there, you got any ideas?”

“Guys I truly appreciate all your help but I don’t think I’m up to going out tonight, can’t we just stay here and order in?”

“Nuh-uh, you’re not getting out of having fun so easily” Sam says while gently nudging Cami in the arm.

“Ugh fine let’s go get ready” Cami says reluctantly, in all honesty, she needed something to get her mind off things, so maybe going out would be a perfect distraction from Morpheus.

“Yay, there's the fun girl we know!”

“But first tell us who’s you all down in the dumps” Jade says.

“How are you so sure it’s a guy?” Cami’s asks

“‘Cause girl it’s so obvious.” Sam responds playfully.

 Cami rolls her eyes once again.

“I mean I know I’ll sound crazy but I met him a few months back, and now I can’t stop thinking about him.” Cami looks down in sadness.

“Well girl that doesn’t sound too bad. We don’t have any heartbreakers on our hands now, do we? Sam asks

“Nope, I promise” Cami attempts to smile.

“So what did this man do to get you all like this?” Jade asked concerned.

“I don’t know it’s like he ghosted me so I’ve been struggling to get over him.” 

“Alright don’t hesitate to reach out if you wanna tell us more, but let’s get a move on!” Sam exclaimed.

Cami ended up wearing a short, black dress. It was kinda revealing, but it flattered her body nicely with it being snug on her waist then it flaring out.

“Are you guys sure I look alright?” Cami asks

“Yesss girl you look so gorgeous! Every guy in there will be all over you.” Jade answers.

Cami furrows her brows at this in displeasure, that was the last thing she wanted. All she was hoping to do was maybe spark up a convo with someone. 

“Omg girl you know I’m joking, we would never let any guy touch you.”

 After a moment, Sam adds with a wink, “Unless you want him to haha”

“You guys are the worst” Cami deadpans.

“We know, that’s we you love us, we push you out there.” Jade adds as they are leaving the apartment building.

“So where are headed tonight?” The driver asks as they enter the black cab. They were most likely going to be drinking, possibly a bit more, who knows? So, no way were they driving themselves.

“It’s a club called Slimelight” Sam answered.

‘Huh strange name’ Cami thought.

When they arrived at the club, there was a line but they didn’t have to wait more than 15 minutes to enter the club. 

When Cami got inside she realized her friends brought her to a goth club. The vibes were cool, she thought it look like the inside of an ancient vampire’s lair. The club was dark with high ceilings. It had red lighting.

Enjoy the silence by Depeche Mode was playing.

___

Dream needed to see Cami, he could not form one cohesive thought without her by his side. The months without touching her were torturous. Even though the pull between was slightly easier to bare while they were farther apart, he could never completely ignore it. 

He had Mathew, his raven check in on Cami while she was sleeping every couple of days. Since he could not be there himself. Dream knew that Cami was struggling, he could feel it through their… connection? but it felt like more. He finally racked up enough courage to go see her.

Dream traveled via sand to Cami’s flat only to discover that she was in fact missing. 

“Hey, boss! Don’t worry, I found Cami. She’s at some weird goth club, downtown” Mathew cawed through the open window.

“Thank you, Mathew. We shall go at once.” Morpheus was very relieved at this news. He couldn’t bare to lose you, not now. Not ever. 

___

Cami wasn’t enjoying herself, sure she loved the 80’s music, but she kept getting stares from creepy men that made it virtually impossible for her to have a good time. 

Cami’s friends had left her. Of course, how could she forget, they always do this. Even though they promise not to. They had found their own entertainment and were doing god knows what in the back rooms of the club. They said they were only gonna do some edibles but Cami knew it would probably escalate to harder substances. If they didn’t emerge soon she would definitely have to go check up on them later.

Then suddenly, a nice-looking man with blonde slicked hair and a tan suit approached her. He looked very out of place with his attire, but maybe that was more about the off-putting vibe that he emitted. 

Cami felt like something very bad was going to happen if she didn’t accept what he was going to propose. 

She gulped.

“Would you be so kind to get a drink with me?” He asked but it felt more like a demand.

“Of course” she squeaked. 

He held out his hand and when she didn’t accept it, he grabbed her wrist with extreme force. Was he even human? 

She felt something sharp against her back, “Don’t make a sound, and I’ll make it quick”

‘Oh fuck why me?’ Cami thought, she felt doomed.

Then he guided her past the bar.. wait were they going? Ohshitohshit. Was there any way out of this? Cami frantically looked around to see if anyone noticed what was happening. She wanted to scream, to get someone’s attention but she was afraid of what the man would do to her if she tried anything. 

He was now leading her down a dark, flickering hallway with worn down, red, and black decor. 

“Wha-what‘s your name? Why are you doing this?!” Cami cried out

“Shhhhh, don’t worry doll everything will be alright” He purred. 

Great, like that, was super reassuring.

___

“Mathew where is she?“ Dream questioned through gritted teeth. His eyes were searching the dark club.  

‘Why would someone willingly choose to 

spend their time here, such an obnoxious place.’ He observed to himself.

“Boss- Sir, I have no clue she was just over there like 5 minutes ago, I swear! I’m just as worried as you are!”

Dream glared at Mathew for that.

“Oh boohoo, we both know you really care about the girl. You wouldn’t be going out of your way to find her like this.” If birds could roll their eyes Mathew would totally be doing it. 

“And boss…”

“Yes, Mathew?”

“Um… err I don’t know how to put this but when I saw her she was talking to… a man.” Mathew felt like grimacing. 

“You what?” Dream hissed.

“And why did you choose to withhold this valuable information?”

“Um.. cause… ya know….” Mathew trailed off. He thought anything he would anything he could say would only add fuel to the fire.

Mathew deserved a punishment, Dream thought, but this was neither the time nor place. Also, Matthew was right, but Dream would never admit that out loud. So he did the most logical thing for once and he reluctantly let it go.

“Come on what are you standing around for?! Let’s goooo!” Mathew said as he jumped back into Morpheus’ trench coat, so they wouldn’t get kicked out. What would humans think of a talking raven?

Dream wondered if he could find you through the connection, he had to at least try. However, did he even want to? He was furious. If Cami would betray him so easily was she even worth it? No of course she was, he would go to the ends of the earth to find her.. no further, much further. 'Where are these thoughts coming from?' Dream pondered.

Even though she had found an inferior placeholder for him, Morpheus would surely show her who she belonged to.

___

When the peculiar man finally led Cami to his destination at the end of the hallway, he led her into a room on the right. She swore she could hear two distinct women’s voices crying out from the room across the hall.

“I got your pretty little friends over in there, after I’m done with them, you’re next!” He showed her a devilish smile. 

“What are going to do to me?” Please don’t touch me!” Cami cried out frantically.

“Ohhh don’t worry, this will all be over before you know it. I can hardly wait, your eyes are just too tempting dear.” He purred this behind her ear while tying Cami up against the only chair in the room with rope. 

“Ah stop it hurts!” She struggled against the bindings.

“And where’s the fun in that?” He winked as he circled back around to face her.

She was trapped in a small, windowless, concrete room. Completely powerless.

“Bye-bye sweetheart.” He locks the door behind him.

Cami broke down in tears. What would he do to her and her friends? 

She also wondered if Morpheus felt like this when he too was held prisoner, helpless and alone. 

She says his name over and over in her head, calling out to him, desperately praying for him to come save her.

Dream hears her calls.

___

The Corinthian can sense his Lord coming closer. 

‘No No no!’ How did Dream find him? He wasn’t supposed to, at least not yet.

Fuck, now his murder plans were ruined for tonight, he was just about to have 3 three fresh victims. ‘Oh how tasty their eyes would’ve been,’ he thought. However, he had to get out before Dream could find him.

The Corinthian escapes out the back exit before Dream can even make it down the hallway. 

Cami can feel something, someone. It’s the change in the air from her dreams. She can sense… him through their connection. 

“Is it really you?” she whispered not knowing what direction he was in.

“Camille, you are safe now“ he whispered behind her back. When he finally reaches the room, he uses his hands to quickly undo her bindings.

“Morpheus you’ve found me! But how?” He slowly helps her out of the chair. She wraps her arms around him. He is taken aback by this. He’s not used to this amount of touch, but after a moment he decides to return the embrace.

“It’s the connection between us, I know you can sense it too.” Dream says while gently cupping Cami's cheek and wiping her tears away.

“Ye-yes what is it?” Her breath still shaking.

“I confess I do not know, but I am willing to do everything to find out.” He says accidentally slyly.

“Who has done this to you?” He adds before she can respond.

“It was a strange man who approached me and he forced me in here, I think he was gonna kill me.” She answers, tears streaming out of her eyes.

Dream immediately regrets letting his jealousy cloud his previous judgments. 

“Did he touch you? Where is he now?” His anger shows through his tone.

“I mean I think he might have left some marks on my wrist, but-“

“That’s not what I asked.” Dream interrupts 

“Oh no he didn’t, but I honestly thought he would.” Cami looked away in sadness.

Dream snarled at the thought of another’s hands on Cami.

“I must request that you come with me back to The Dreaming, seeing how I cannot protect you from harm if you are not beside me”

He was springing this on her now? ‘Chill dude I just got you back.’ Cami thought 

“Let me think about it?” She responded 

“No” His tone lacked an ounce of empathy.

“No?” ‘Wtf was this man thinking?!’ Cami thought to herself.

“I’m afraid I have no other choice, I must. This the only way” 

Cami pulls away from Morpheus slightly.

“So let me get this straight you abandon me for three months and now you think you can just order me about!?” She spat, thinking his audacity was astounding.

“Yes” He pulls her back in, and bring his mouth up beside her ear, and whispered, “I can tell you enjoy it.”

This made Cami extremely weak in the knees. ‘Oh no’ She thought. His words made Cami throw all logic out the window.

“Wai-“

Without another thought, Dream pulls out his sand and transports them back to his throne room. His arms wrapped tightly around her as they teleport.

“Hey-“

“Shhh,” his finger comes up to her mouth to silence her when they land. 

“There is only one act I could think about unleashing upon you since seeing you”

Her hands come to cup his face. All she can muster is, “Likewise”

With one hand on the back of her head and one on her small waist, his lips finally claim hers. It’s better than she could ever imagine and trust her she has. She pulls away to gaze at her ethereal man.

“What is it, my dream?” Morpheus questions.

“You’re just so beautiful, I’ve waited to look at you again for so long”

He returned a saddened look. “I will not leave you again, I swear it”

The second kiss is much more passionate as she returns it. His tongue brushes across her bottom lip demanding entry. Their tongues intertwined beautifully. His’ explores every inch of her mouth.

“Do you have a bedroom that we could continue this in?” Cami asked 

“A what?” Dream shot her a baffled look.

“Well, where do you sleep?”

Dream realizes what Cami meant and he summoned up a large, dark room with a bed with black silk sheets. 

His hands slide down to her ass to cup it, then they travel under her thighs to pick her up.

She wraps her legs around his tight waist and her arms come up around to his back for support.

Morpheus teleports them to the new room and sets her down on the edge of the bed.

“I do not require sleep but I hope this will do”

“Oh yes, this is perfect!” She looks around amazed.

His other hand comes up to massage her breast. A soft moan escapes her lips as does this.

“You made this room just for us?”

“Just for us” He smirks deviously.

He sits her up and abandons her breast to un-zip the back of her dress with ease. He brings his hands up to her the top of her shoulders and hooks his fingers under the dress straps, pulling them slowly down her arms, revealing her lace bralette. Her dress pools at her waist. His mouth travels down her neck peppering kisses

It had been some time since anyone has seen her like this, so vulnerable. Her cheeks flushed and she averted her gaze, as his eyes darted down to gaze at her plump breasts. Her hardening nipples poking through the fabric.

“There is no need to be shy now, you are the most beautiful being I’ve had the opportunity to gaze upon.” Dream says honestly.

“Oh, Morpheus” she whined and pulled him closer.

“Relax we have only just begun.” He chuckles.

His hands begin to travel up her outer thigh as Cami lays down to assist him with her dress. 

“I can just imagine all those… mortal men staring at you in this inviting dress, you won’t wear it again.”

“Wait what?”

Dream doesn’t respond. He just continues to kiss her. His teeth occasionally grazed her bottom lip.

When her dress is fully off, his mouth leaves hers for a moment to gaze upon her small form. His grey-blue eyes study every inch of her with precision.

His warm hands travel behind her back to unhook her bra, and he does it with ease once again. He flings it onto the wood floor, not caring where it lands.

“Ah you are just perfection” he stares at her breasts more intently.

His mouth travels down her neck once more, this time he attacks her neck with more intensity. He was panting almost. He sucks and nips at her soft skin all the way down to Cami’s nipples, taking turns sucking and licking at the stiff peaks. When he’s finished, he licks a slow trail from her abdomen, down to the hem of her panties. 

 “There is no need to wear these… obstacles when you are with me.” Morpheus looks at your knickers in distaste.

“Anything for you.” She moans as he cups her clothed box into his hands.

“So wet already, my dream? Just for me?” Morpheus questions.

“All for you” she moans again as he finds her clit through the soaked fabric. He circles it fiercely.

“Ah please” 

“Please… what?” Morpheus asks.

Her mind can’t form coherent words through the wave of arousal.

“I- Ah-“

“There you go tell me what you need”

After a couple more tries, she finally manages, “I need you”

“Oh not yet my perfect girl, I think you can cum for me at least a couple of times before that. Don’t you agree?” He smirks.

She shakes her head vehemently, “No, no, I can’t. I-I can’t wait that long”

“So impatient, I ought to teach you some manners.”

“Please, no I beg of you” she cries out as she feels her first orgasm nearing.

“Oh… but I think you can” He purs back.

“You can be good for me can’t you?” He shoots her a taunting look.

She looks at him with puppy dog eyes, “I- 'll try”

“Good, moan louder for me, I need everyone in The Dreaming to hear those pretty sounds you make for me.” Dream commands.

He circles her clit with more intensity.

“Oh, Morpheus I’m so close!” 

“Oh but can you hold on for just a little longer?“

“Um- I!” She struggles.

“Hmm what was that? Can you?”

“No, no I can’t possi-“

“Oh but you will, I demand it” His command nearly sends her over the edge.

His thumb leaves her clit wanting and throbbing.

“Oh no don’t stop, don’t stop! Please I’m so close!” She pouts.

“Why should I let you cum? Hm? You haven’t given any good reasons to let you.” He pouts back mockingly.

“I’m sorry I’ll be good I promise just let me please!”

“Not yet, my dream” He chuckles and his eyes return to the void-like state.

Morpheus edges her for another torturous hour, Cami secretly loves every second. Morpheus worked his mouth on and around her nipples teasing and toying, not stopping even when she showed signs of overstimulation. He built her up to close to an orgasm over and over with his adept skill.

“Ah Ah- please release me it’s too much” she cries as he slides his fingers up and down her inner thighs teasingly.

“Oh, do you think you deserve it?”

“Yes, yes I’ve been so good, please!” She begs.

“Oh yes, I happen to agree. you have been good, my dream. Perhaps you deserve mercy” He says while toying with the hem of her underwear.

“Yes, yes please!” 

“Alright, I suppose,” Dream says tauntingly as he finally rips off her panties.

“Ah you are just heavenly to look at, I cannot wait to devour you”

He pulls her thighs apart as he dives between them. His hand grabs her hip to pull her closer as he starts licking and lapping at her juices. Then Morpheus brings his tongue up to lick her throbbing, overstimulated clit.

“Ah that feels so good, don’t stop” she whines as she grabs fistfuls of his raven hair.

“I wouldn’t dream of it” Morpheus growls as lifts her legs onto his shoulders for better access.

Cami rolls her eyes at his pun attempt. He’s too preoccupied to catch this.

He released his mouth from her sensitive bud, to slip a finger into her dripping core, finding her g-spot expertly.

“Oh Morpheus, the things you can do-,” she was cut off by her own moan.

He starts circling her clit once again with his thumb and adds another finger. His other hand comes up back up to fondle her breasts once more. 

“Oh, god don’t stop, feels so good” 

“Ah, you are so tight and perfect for me” He breathes into her ear.

Within minutes Cami felt her orgasm nearing. 

“May I add a third?” He questioned but it felt more like a warning. He traveled back down her stomach leaving a trail of marks and kisses all the way down, leaving the last one on her throbbing bud.

“Oh yes please” she moaned as he gently nipped at her clit. As he slid the final finger in it was a tight fit, but Cami assured him she was enjoying it. Morpheus loved the feeling of her walls pulsing around his fingers. 

“I-'m gonna cum soon” She whined 

“Good. Let go, my dream” He says while pumping a powerful thrust of his fingers into your core.

“You are being so good for me”

Those were just the words that she needed to hear to send her over the edge. This was the most powerful orgasm she’s ever had. It’s like Dream knew her body better than she did. 

“Oh Morpheus” Cami cried out in ecstasy as she came undone. Her head flung back and her toes curled, but Dream grabbed her head and pulled her up and commanded,“Look at me while you cum”

It took Cami a moment but she complied and met his striking gaze.

He releases her head once her orgasm is over. Then he slowly pulls out of her, sucking her essence off of his fingers.

“I was correct you do in fact taste divine.”

After she comes down from her high, she starts, “That was amazing, thank you.”

Morpheus lays against her, spooning Cami. “Don’t worry, that was just the beginning” 

She starts yawning, “Oh no, not yet” she groans.

“You must enter the dreaming it calls for you” He whispers calmingly while swirling artwork with his finger up and down her arm.

“But how? I’m already in the dreaming” Cami asks.

“Your physical body is here, but your mind still requires sleep”

“Huh, that’s trippy”

“Yes, now sleep. my dream.” 

She turns to face him and asks, “Will you stay here with me?”

“Always” He promises.

As she drifts off Morpheus kisses her forehead gently. 

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Ch. 3

Cami's apartment:

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Thessaly (Part Seven)

Pairing: Tom Sturridge x Reader

Warning: Large Age Gap, Fluff

Summary: You are a young actress who was casted for the part of Thessaly in Season Two of the Sandman, which is where you meet Tom.

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Just as you heard the loud knock on Tom’s door, the world of pleasure that you were in was shattered and a feeling of sick nausea replaced your excitement.

‘Fuck’ you gasped quietly just before you heard a male voice from outside.

‘Tom? It’s Neil’ was what it said and Tom responded to him quickly albeit the sick feeling of adrenaline in his system.

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You’re No Devil Masterlist

Morpheus x Human Fem OC

Series warnings: Dark and possessive Morpheus, eventual smut

Cami is 23 ish, her parents are American but they moved to London when Cami was 5.

Summary: Cami is the daughter of ghost hunters, one day, they all visit a mysterious mansion with a strange past in Fawny Rig. Turns out the rumors about the being in the basement weren't all that far off...

Chapter 1

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Chapter 3

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You're No Devil

Chapter 1: Set in Stone

Morpheus x Human Fem OC

Masterlist | Ch.2 | Ch.3 | Ch.4

Series warning: Dark and possessive Morpheus, eventual smut.

Chapter warning: Slight violence.

Wc: 3.1k

It all started when Cami’s parents had her come to check out the Burgess Mansion with them…

Why you ask?

Her parents were obsessed with everything thing to do with the occult. Even though they did not possess magic themselves, they had pretty extensive knowledge of it and decided to make a career out of it by hunting ghosts and other supernatural entities. She knows it sounds corny but Cami would occasionally join them on their hunts she loves the adrenaline rush you get from it.

In 1990 Alex and Paul Burgess, the previous owners decided to sell the mansion to a hotel company after winning the lottery. They didn’t even bother to say goodbye to their prisoner, never looking back. Although, before they were gone for good, they make sure to seal up the basement door, so no one would figure out their secret.

Said hotel company created an Airbnb-style stay for people wanting to explore and investigate the mansion. Her parents got a really good deal, £176 for 4 nights.

Present day:

On the way up to the mansion she was gathering up everything, she had on Roderick Burgess, the famed Demon King, but she didn't very much. Most of the info she had gathered was rumors from the townspeople around the area. They all suspected he had some kind of devil trapped in his basement. She was not looking forward to exploring that basement, she knew that demons were no joke.

Although with each passing moment as they were inching closer towards the mansion she felt an unfamiliar pull towards something inside the mansion she could feel… him? She could feel a…a.. man? No, much more. She couldn’t tell what he was exactly. She just knew she needed to be near him. She did know what came over her but the feeling made her super uneasy and while they were passing through the front gate of the old Victorian-style mansion, her vision blurred and before she could grasp what was happening she fainted in the back seat of the car.

“Cam we’re here!” Her mom exclaimed.

“Cami honey wake up” Her father added.

Her mom turns around from the passenger seat to face Cami. Upon first glance seemed to just be in a deep sleep, but when her mom looked closer after turning on the interior lights, Cami looked pale. Something was wrong.

“Dave call a doctor or something!” Her mom said frantically.

“They will have a nurse inside” her dad replied calmly. He could always keep his composure even in situations like this.

5 hours later

Cami wakes up. She looks around and realizes she’s been put inside one of the many bedrooms in the mansion. She gets up and slowly things start to come back to her.

As soon as she fell asleep a couple of hours ago in the car, she woke up on a bridge that looks like it went through Chornobyl. She was still wearing her jeans and fall sweater. She slowly gets up and sees that everything in this place is in ruins. She can see some reminiscent of a castle. She thinks? She can’t really tell from afar.

“Damn what happened here?” She thought out loud.

“Hey, dreamers aren’t supposed to be this conscious! how did you even get here!?” A gravely voice shouts.

“Huh, w-where am I?” Cami’s breath is shaking

“You are in the dreaming” A wooden man with a pumpkin head replied.

“The what, who are you… what are you?”

“You are supposed to be dreaming! Ugh, what’s so hard to understand kid” he puffs his cigar. “I’m Mervyn by the way but you can call me Merv, I’m the janitor of The Dreaming.”

“Um… so I’m dreaming?”

“Well, not anymore it seems” Merv snarkily replies.

“Hey it’s not my fault, I just got here!” Cami puts her arms up in confusion.

“So you say,” he says unconvinced and he raises his eyebrow.

After a moment of silence Merv starts “Hey kid you don’t seem to have a clue about what going on here or that you mean any harm, so… uh let’s get you up to the castle, and maybe Loosh can figure all this out, Sound good?”

“Who is… Loosh?” Cami questions.

“Lucienne is the head librarian of The Dreaming.”

Merv continues when she doesn’t reply.

“She has also been in charge of things while Lord Morpheus is… away” Merv looks down in sadness.

She doesn’t want to cause this pumpkin man any more pain but she needs to figure out what the fuck is going on.

As they are entering the remains of the castle, she asks “Who is… Lord Morpheus?”

“The King of Dreams” He vaguely replies.

As they finally enter the large throne room, a bald woman in a purple tailcoat suit comes out hastily making her way toward the pair.

“This is Loosh” Merv introduces her when

“Hello, I’m pleased to make your acquaintance” Lucienne quickly replies.

“Mervyn, who do we have here?” Lucienne looks at Cami slightly concerned, but she tries to hide it with a kind smile.

Merv realizes he forgot to ask for your name, he looks away in shame.

“Hi I’m Cami, can you please tell me what is happening? Who is Lord Morpheus?”

“Lord Morpheus is The Dreaming”

“Huh, how can a person be a place? Is that even the right word?”

“The dreaming is a realm and Lord Morpheus isn’t exactly a person, he created The dreaming millennia ago”

“Wow Ok…” Cami breathes deeply, trying to maintain her calm and composure.

Lucienne gives Cami a moment to process this.

Cami is no stranger to realms, from her and her parent's research they gathered that Hell is very much real when they decided to investigate a ghost problem that their neighbors were having about 5 years ago. Turns out it was a demon and they had to call Johanna Constantine, a friend of the family, she was an expert at demonology.

Johanna quickly discovered where the demon was hiding and she sent it back to hell, all within a few hours. Johanna let Cami watch, though it did take some convincing.

“Yknow I don’t do favors very often, consider this a one-time thing,” Johanna says as she’s leaving.

Bye, Johanna, you are truly the best!”

Johanna of course rolls her eyes. “Bye Cam”

She thought Johanna was the coolest person at 17. She want to be just like her but Johanna warned her that her line of work was far too dangerous for Cami and that she was better off staying as far away from the paranormal as possible. However what teenager actually listens to good advice? Cami would learn her lesson a few months later, just a couple of weeks after her 18th birthday.

Maybe a friend was a bit of an exaggeration to describe Johanna, she didn’t like Cami’s parents very much she didn’t respect “disturbers the dead” that’s what she called ghost hunting. ‘So extra.’ Cami thought.

Johanna even called her parents frauds to their faces, but when Cami herself finally got a footing in the occult business by opening up a paranormal pawn shop of sorts at the age of 20. Johanna had no choice but to do business with her and her parents.

“Miss Murrell are you alright” Lucienne’s voice snaps Cami back to reality.

“Yeah I’m fine this is just a lot to process…wait how did you know my last name?” Cami replies confused.

“Oh um I know everyone’s name” Lucienne looked away, scratching the back of her neck, she was hiding something.

Cami thought ‘Welp I’ve got bigger fish to fry,’ but she would get to the bottom of that later.

“Ok… so what exactly is this Morpheus guy”

“You will refer to him as Lord Morpheus” Lucienne snaps

“Oh sorry.. my bad” Cami quickly replies not wanting any more conflict just… answers.

“Jeez chill Loosh, she’s just confused”

Cami is suddenly super tired and is yawning and before she knows it she’s waking up. ‘Ugh not yet!’

‘That couldn’t have been real right?’ She thought to herself but she had never been that lucid in any of her dreams. Ugh but she couldn’t think about that right now, all she knew is that she was starving and needed food asap.

As she got down from the bed, she still felt a little bit woozy but she could still support herself. As she made her way down the dark spiral staircase, her mom yells “Cam is that you? The nurse said you should stay in bed for at least another day.”

“Mom I think I’m ok, but what happened”

“You are alright you just fainted,” Her mom said while bringing her into a warm embrace.

“Mom I am starving, what did we bring with us to eat?”

After finishing up her sandwich, she can finally concentrate enough to pinpoint what has been distracting her, it was that eerie feeling from before. It almost felt like it was pulling her, drawing her somewhere. She was scared about what would happen if she followed this pull, but fuck it this was annoying the ever-loving shit out of her. She needed to find the source asap.

As she moved out of the kitchen and into the main living room, she could tell that whatever creature that was drawing her nearer was a being of great, all-consuming power. She didn’t know how she knew it to be true but somehow it didn’t scare her away, but maybe she was just losing her mind.

When she was mere inches away from the wall she could tell that someone put a seal over the wall because they had done a terrible job. It looked like someone just nailed a bunch of wood panels over a portion. Most likely hiding a door.

This was definitely the entrance to the basement, but she didn’t what to accept the fact that a demon could be drawing down there. She didn’t know what she was going to do but she wanted to wait until her parents were asleep before trying anything.

When nightfall came just a couple of hours later, she made her way back to the sealed entrance with a manual screwdriver and a flashlight. She decided she would start with the screws, but she quickly realized that she could almost pull them out with her hands because they were incredibly loose. She pondered why no one had attempted to rip them out before…were they scared of what’s down there?

‘Here goes nothing’ she thought.

After removing all of the screws she slowly started peeling the wood panels off the wall, it appeared that the previous owners tried to seal the entrance with glue. This made her chuckle. After removing a few of the panels she could make out a door.

When all of the panels were gone she noticed that the door was secured with an elaborate chain lock that would require bolt cutters to unlock. At least she hoped those would cut it because if not she would be fucked.

However before she could find the old gardener's shed, she saw that it was pouring outside and her PJ set wasn’t going to cut it.

So she quickly changed into her black raincoat and boots. As she stepped outside she immediately regretted her decision but there was no way she was turning back now. After looking around for a few minutes she could make out something that look like a shed.

“Bingo” she whispered.

She didn’t want to alert the staff if any were still awake so she tiptoed in the rain, at least there was a path to the shed. Though it was quite overgrown.

When she got to the shed it wasn’t locked thankfully, she had to rummage through a few things to find the bolt cutters. As she was picking them up a spider fell onto her hand, which scared her half to death.

It took her less than 5 minutes to find her way back inside since she used the same path as before. She quickly walked back to the basement door with light footsteps. When Cami made it to the door, she lined up the ends of the bolt cutters with the chain.

“Fingers crossed” she whispered to herself right before slamming the ends of the bolt cutters together, causing a quiet clink sound when breaking the chain. She ran over the catch the chain before it hit the floor, luckily she was successful. She then slowly opened the door knob and gathered enough courage before making it down the creepy stairs.

Dream’s POV:

As soon as the strange woman arrived at Fawny Rig, he too felt that unfamiliar pull. If he had a single hair on his body, besides the mop of messy black hair on his head. It surely would be standing up. This pull only got worse as she made her way down into the dark basement.

When Cami reached the bottom step of the stairs it broke and she tripped down to the floor, and she landed on her hip.

“Ouch” Cami quietly exclaimed.

That quickly got Dream’s attention, oh how he wished to help her. His icy blue eyes didn’t leave her even when she got up to face him.

She was the most enchanting woman that he had ever seen, even with her soaked hair and clothes. He needed her, but why? Oh, why would he Dream of the Endless crave a mortal’s touch?

She finally noticed a fancy fishbowl-style cage with an unnatural blue light overhead illuminating the unclothed, ethereal man trapped inside.

Cami couldn't believe her eyes.

“You-you’re no devil” Cami blurted out.

“God, what can I even say, obviously you’re not alright in here … so um let’s start here, who put you here? why?”

After a few moments, she corrects herself.

“Ah shit maybe that's not the right question”

Of course, Dream doesn’t answer he just stares at Cami with awe and curiosity.

“How do we get you out of here,” Cami asks.

‘What would this mortal woman ask of me?’ He thought. ‘They all desire something.’

Dream looks down at the binding circle that Cami hadn’t noticed until now. She was too busy almost gawking at him.

She didn’t recognize the symbols on the binding circle but she knew this spell that was keeping him trapped was very old and powerful.

“So if I break this circle you’ll be free?”

Dream slowly and slightly tilts his head.

‘Was she truly different? Would she be his savior? How could a human be his salvation?’

“So then what? Do I have to do anything else?”

Dream doesn’t answer.

She takes that as a no.

Cami, not thinking it through, breaks the binding circle with a sweeping motion of her right foot.

She has no idea what she’s unleashed.

Dream slowly stands up.

Cami can’t help but find him extremely attractive with his lean build. He was definitely her type. ‘Omg, what am I doing she thought, this man has been down here for god knows how long and all she can think about is how hot he is, ‘Ugh get a grip Cami.’

Dream slowly puts his hand on the glass, and she reciprocated the gesture as soon as the only thing between their hands was the glass, she felt an unnatural warmth on the hand. Almost like a spark. When she lifted her eyes to meet his piercing gaze once again, his eyes were filling with an emotion that she couldn’t quite place. Wanting? Longing? Cami couldn’t tell but she knew she felt the same. This moment between them lasted just minutes but it felt like hours.

Dream hopes his eyes convey the words he longs to say.

“Cami Murrell! Step away from the glass and we won’t hurt you, but if you don’t we will shoot”

“Oh fuck what are we going to do?” Cami whispered.

“Turn around hands up,” The male voices said, Cami assumed them to be police or guards.

Cami was paralyzed by fear, she couldn’t move. On the other hand, the beautiful man seemed thrilled at this new development. It almost seemed like he was hiding a smirk.

‘What’s this guy crazy or something?’ She contemplated.

Dream motioned for Cami to get down. She obeyed and lied down.

What other choice did she have than to trust him?

“Hey what do you think- We will open fire in THREE… TWO… ONE.”

The two guards had been alerted the moment Cami stepped into the basement. Turns out Alex and Paul didn’t leave Fawny Rig completely unprepared.

The two guards had no idea of the nature of the creature, so they foolishly shot at the glass while missing Cami, unbeknownst to them they had just freed Morpheus from 105 years of torture.

Cami was huddled on the ground in the fetal position facing the glass. She thought that this was it, she was going to die.

As soon as the glass was broken from the shots. Morpheus entered the guard's dreams and put them to sleep with his sand.

When Cami realized that she was not dead but completely unharmed, she looked at the ethereal man again, he was still naked but he had seemed to conjure a blue portal of some kind.

He was now climbing out of the cage with his blue power shining all around them. He was holding a hand out to her beckoning her to join him.

She hesitated at first to join him, he furrowed his brows at this. Not wanting to upset him anymore, seeing what he could do with just sand? She didn’t know why she held out her hand, but it just felt… right… like it was destined to occur, ‘it sounds corny’ she thought but there’s no other way to describe it. The moment they finally touched was magical. He wrapped his hands around hers pulling her up with a possessive grip. This only drew her in more.

His hands were soft and cold but not unbearably like a Twilight vampire, ‘but he sure looked like one.’ Cami thought. Hopefully, he would warm up, he had just been in a freezing cage for god knows how long.

Dream quickly sweeps her off her feet and jumps through the portal while she’s splayed out in his arms, she feels so protected. The best way to describe it is total bliss.

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Ch.2

A/U: This is the first fic that I've written in a few years and my first Morpheus fic, lmk what you think! Please like and reblog if you enjoy! Thx love y’all 🥰

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Broadway Teaser

‘How can you be so irresponsible?’ Tom asked with anger and disappointment in his voice. 

‘Tom, please. You need to calm down’ you told him while tears were running down your face.

‘Calm down?’ he asked. ‘We talked about this. I do not want another child and, yet, here we are. You are pregnant. With twins. So, how am I supposed to calm down?’ Tom asked before reaching for his jacket and storming off.