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bowieandqueen11 · 2 years

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Soft Dream Of The Endless Headcanons

Request: Someone who recognises Dream’s changes and growth & that it is difficult for him, that he trusts to go to and ask questions, that he trusts enough to admit his own wrongdoing (possible or actual). Someone he allows himself to be weak, around - though I don’t know if weak is really the right word. Someone he doesn’t have to be Lord Morpheus, Dream Of The Endless, King of Dreams and Nightmares, Ruler Of The Dreaming around - who he can just be *Dream* with.

Okay y’all are seriously going to make me cry, this is the sweetest! Also I had no idea how to title this so I just went with *soft* lmaooo also sorry I took the first half, it honestly made me laugh out loud but also it got very long in my drafts but it lives on in my heart <3

Also I just want to say I haven’t read the comics yet, so sorry if these have been really OOC! I love the Tom Sturridge’s interpretation of Dream, and so this is just my build on fluff interpretation from his wonderful work!

Warning: mentions of alcohol/ being tipsy and skulls!

If you enjoy, please comment and let me know! <3

(I do not own the Sandman or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @pressure-machine.)

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Hello Darkness my old friend it’s so nice to see you again Scrungly, it’s been a few days since I’ve seen your ghost ass face and smile like you’ve sucked on lemons, you living embodiment of sucking on eggs god I’ve missed you so much wet cat man with all the world in your heart and all the eyeliner in the world on your eyes.

Lucienne slyly lets you know where Morpheus is while he’s busy making new dreams, and you immediately stop playing with the Corinthian’s little skull to go and see him. Before he can turn around or open his mouth, you’ve already rushed into him for a big ol’ hug. At first, as you squeeze your arms around his stomach and squish your face into his pec, he has no idea what to do. When he feels your fingers splay over his back though, and your embrace becoming nothing but tighter, he finally seems to crumble. Just all the weight of his world, all the pressure, all the loneliness it brings to rule brings him to ruination at your feet. He falls to his knees, grasping onto your waist like a drowning man begging for forgiveness from the shore and pressing his cheek against your belly button. He only stops when he feels your forehead gently lean down to press against his own; only then, does he allow himself to close his eyes and just revel in the undeniable exoneration and reverence you’re granting him.

And he apologises he apologises to you. For not being there for you. ‘For being selfish. For not understanding... how much more I need you than I let myself believe.’ You can see how bloodshot his eyes are, how close to tears he seems by the way his face seems to resign itself to the usual coldness and apoplectic way his chin seems to jut out. The only thing you can think of doing... the only thing you can do, is forgive him. You just gently unlatch one of his claws from your skin, and allow the slender fingers to stretch out and fall against your hand. He stares at you, confused and terrified as you bring it slowly to your lips and kiss each and every knuckle until a tear finally slips from the corner of his eye, like a fresh spring rain rolling down cold marble.

(You do warn him, though, that he has to bring Matthew with him any time he ventures out of the Dreaming, so he can report back and make sure that he’s been on his best behaviour. Although he only grumbles in reply, this does wrangle a smile out of him as you take his other hand and help him stand again.)

It’s SO sweet: from then on he tries to become closer to you, to try and understand how humans need and use physical contact to reassure and display to their partner how much their heart adores them, how much their soul calls and beckons and begs to be in their presence for every second they have. He just... doesn’t really understand how to take these thoughts and actually turn them into actions yet? He’s watched peoples’ dreams, felt their emotions: their need, their loss, their grief, their love, their hope, and so he tries to replicate what he’s seen. This ends up with him nearly scaring the pants off of you one random day when he throws the book he was reading down onto the Throne Room’s floor, and begins squirming in his seat. At first you think he’s angry, getting ready to storm off as you peer at him from over the spine of your own journal in trepidation. But then he just pinches his lips together in that usual look of unsettled resignation before he kicks his legs over the edge of his arm rest and turns so his head falls onto his lap.

He’s so cute bless him. He’s completely frozen as he lies half on you, and although he’s facing towards the staircase you can still fear something akin to fear radiate off him. He’s terrified, as you’re still too in shock to move, that he’s done something wrong, that he’s broken some kind of boundary and now you’ll find him ridiculous. He goes to quickly sit up, scowling off, but you manage to grab his shoulders and tug him down (in a look of wide eyed, sheer surprise at your strength may I add) until he’s back on your knees. He stays there all evening, a smug smile on his face and eyes closed in bliss like a stretched out cat lounging in front of the fire as you play with the fringes of hair by his ears.

He begins to do this more and more often, often times even using these cuddling sessions (although he’ll never call them that outside of your company) as an excuse to ask you for your advice on opinions on the new dreams he’s creating. And you understand then. You finally get it, as the light falls from the cracked mosaics and flood along his face like halos of shattered light, why Lucifer Morningstar was so afraid of him. He’s pure light, sublime, a fractured yet beautiful mosaic, patched together from all the souls safe under his rule. He smiles up at you: free and easier now, until he’s almost unrecognisable from the sat wet sand man you met in that storage container all those years ago, and it nearly destroys you. All that goodness locked up, stored safe inside of him like rays of hope are finally being freed, and yet all of them are beamed straight at you until it seems to blinds you.

When Lucienne saw how the two of you were just lying in each others’ arms, gazing at each other with such awe and security, she backs out the door and decides that her queries can wait till tomorrow.

He even becomes quite... playful at times. When he decides he needs to take a break from work, the two of you will wave Lucienne off and head off. She sighs, but it still brings a smile to her face as the two of you run through the golden rows of the library, hunting and hiding like mice through the cracks in the books. Hushed giggling is only replaced by the sound of your back hitting (and toppling) a pile of journals still haphazardly stacked against the back corner after the earthquake. Soon, it’s also replaced: the sound of Dream leaning between your legs and pressing fervent kisses against your lips echoes through the library, needy and wanting and desperate as he swipes his tongue against your bottom lip. The two of you are only broken apart when he raises an eyebrow and slowly turns his head to order poor Mervyn Pumpkinhead to go somewhere else when he comes past sweeping lmao.

He takes you to meet Hob! It was quite difficult for him to accept that he’s allowed... that he does need to let people in. Still, it makes him all disgruntled (and super proud) when you and Hob immediately get on like a house on fire. Dream’s kind of left to mull at one end of the table, allowing him the time to watch the two of you with a soft smirk as Hob grabs your arm and drags you over to his seat. It’s early morning by the time your joined laughter has scared off all the regulars, and Hob has finally managed to catch his breath after his slightly tipsy retelling of how sour looking Dream over here managed to seduce William Shakespeare. As the three of you finally decided to go your separate ways in the warm morning light, looking like three fairies caught in a sunbeam dance as you straggle arm in arm out of the doorway, Hob surprises you by catching your arm. He squeezes your hand fondly and makes you promise to join Dream to the next reunion.

Dream is quiet, thoughtful on the way back home, but when you reach up to tilt his head to look towards you, he just links his arm within his and kisses the top of your head to stop you from worrying or thinking the worst. ‘See... I told you everyone in my family would love you just as much as I do.’

You beam and squeeze his fingers. ‘It’s nice to finally meet someone who’ll divulge all your secrets... well, all the good ones anyway, unlike Desire.’ You grimace, and Dream actually laughs at that. ‘Especially about how your hair used to ‘roll in waves’ down to your shoulders, and you used to wear bucket loads of eyeliner in the middle ages! Some things never change, huh?’ That earns you an eye roll, but you can see his lips twitch up instinctively at the memory.

He finally allows himself to admit when he’s feeling guilt. When he comes to you and confesses he still feels doubt about whether it was right to take Gregory back, even if it was to save the Dreaming, you decide the best course of action is to take him back to see Cain and Abel. Abel, of course, welcomes him back with open arms, and allows him to go over and even pet Goldie’s head. The set of him near tears as he strokes back over her honey-burnt scales is so sweet; the way he tries to be more open with his creations. You place a hand down on his shoulder in support, feeling his cold fingers slide on top of yours as he watches the new life he helped create thrive. Sometimes he just needs that reassurance that he’s doing right by his realm - that he’s still a strong, but fair, and ultimately good ruler.

Often he just needs to feel a connection. He’s desperate for someone to hold him for once, instead of having to keep everyone else’s emotions harboured within him. From time to time, you’ll join him when he ventures out to the waking world to capture a rare rogue nightmare. As he draws the sand back towards his palm, you squeeze an arm around his torso to reassure him that he’s not alone while he works. Although he has the helmet on, and so all you can hear is slightly askew heavy breathing, he will reciprocate when he’s ready to. By the time you’ve arrived back home to the safety and isolation of the palace, he’s grasped your hand so tightly within his own you fear it may shatter into a million shards of splintered sand. He doesn’t quite understand how strong humans are yet, but please help him - he’s trying his best.

Sometimes he does slip back into his old ways, though. I mean, progress is progress but everyone falters sometimes, it’s only natural. You just five him some time alone to mull, understand, contemplate why him being so standoffish is wrong, when he’s got such a strong and loyal support system around him now. He always comes slinking back sooner or later like a slinking drenched cat; through the London rain, you can make him out like a haze of smoke, as dark as a solar eclipse and looking twice as heavy by the way his head hangs. You know he’s upset by the way his coat seems to trail around his legs like a slinking tail, instead of being let loose to fly against the wind. As he comes closer, you can make out the fact that he’s holding a loaf of bread in one hand and a bottle of mead in the other, because he thinks these are the things humans like bless him :( He comes to sit beside you on the bench, not caring in the slightest the rain has drenched him so ardently that his hair is looking more like a soggy raccoon clinging onto his head rather than actual hair. He looks pensive, and... tentative as he flicks up from gloomily looking down at the pavement to instead peer at you from behind furrowed brows. And your heart breaks. How couldn’t it? He’s never known anything different. All his life, the weight of everyone’s hopes and dreams and fears have been slamming down on his soul like an ice storm, and he’s had to weather it all alone.

You stroke the damp hair back from his eyes and enjoy the way they seem to brighten, even if he doesn’t move. That’s okay: he knows. He understand now that he doesn’t have to do this alone. That he doesn’t want to. That he isn’t alone, and he never has been. He wants to do everything in his life with you, for as much time as this universe will grant him. That’s his dream, and he’s just so stubborn and too reclusive to still believe that such a thing could be true. Dreams weren’t made, weren’t meant for him, and he feels like he’s cheating the universe to accept that fact. But he will. Just watch him.

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thethreeeyed-raven · 8 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

Quite frankly, it hurt his pride.

Did you find him revolting?

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

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

"My love."

Morpheus' voice was quiet and soft.

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you not love me?"

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

"Bad experiences?" Had someone hurt you?

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

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

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

"Thank you, my dream."

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silversweetpea · 2 years

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A Promise Made

word count: 1543

Summary: It dawns on him, in that moment, that you are much more fragile than he had expected. And equally so that this revelation unsettles him.

Warnings: Offscreen injury mentions, Reader gets lightheaded and slightly dizzy from blood loss.

Author’s Note: It is four am and I would like to imagine a bit of a protective situation as a bedtime story thanks. Also I’m not sure how I feel about this writing because I’m worried that the style is too similar to other writings i’ve done but again, it’s four am, I don’t know if I can trust my own opinions here.

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Dream was a difficult man shaped amalgamation to read, but that never stopped you from trying. Telling the difference between jaw clench of amusement and jaw clench of anger never got easier in the months since Johanna had called in an old favor for some help and you had met him, but you had a feeling you knew what emotion it was that darkened his gaze in this moment.

“I’m fine.” You said again, and you had to commend yourself on keeping the shake from your voice. The nightmare hadn’t seriously hurt you, part of you wondered if it would have though had Dream not found you when he did. Splitting up had seemed like a good idea at the time, it had made more sense to cover more ground, ask more people who they may or may not know the locations of. Even nightmares had friends, after all.

Dream hadn’t moved an inch in the chair beside your bed since you woke swaddle in the comforters. You didn’t know the details of what had happened after you passed out, there was just a vague memory of fear and then safety.

“Dream-” His gaze didn’t move from the bandages across your chest. A precaution, nothing more, but the wrappings were large enough to peek up under the collar of your shirt. There was a thought that maybe he hadn’t heard you that was gone as quick as it came when he spoke.

“When you are healed, I will have Mathew escort you home. Your assistance is no longer required.” The safety you had felt was a distant memory replaced with a chill.

“Excuse me?”

“I will find the rogue nightmare on my own.” Dream stood, eyes snapping shut. There was something in his features, or maybe the way that he held himself, that made your entire being bristle.

“The whole reason you asked Johanna for help was because you couldn’t.” Your body ached ever so slightly as you forced yourself into a sitting position. The sound of the bed creaking seemed to startle him, those eyes you had such complicated feelings for finally meeting yours. “This is ridiculous I’ve been more than helpful in this whole ordeal and you’re going to just send me home because of a scratch?”

“(y/n),” He took a step closer to the bed, hand reaching up as if to usher you back down to rest. A motion that never quite finished as his hand hovered in the space between you. It took you only another second to force yourself to your feet and enter his personal space.

“No, I want to see this through. I told you I would help and I’m going to.” You had never thought of the king of dreams and nightmares as a particularly intimidating person. Sure, he was brooding, but in a wet cat sort of way. Tall and lanky and dark, yet never scary, not when you had seen him so gentle with his friends.

“I do not want your help, nor do I need it any longer.” The words that should sting instead make you scoff. You were nearly toe to toe with him now, the hand that had hovered so noncommittedly in the air still airborne.

“And why’s that? Did you suddenly find her while I was passed out here?” It occurred to you for the first time that Dream was taller than he had ever been. He seemed to tower over you. It was harder to ignore the chill you felt this time than when you had been wrapped in blankets. “Or maybe the asshole that tried to kill me had a bit more information than I thought and you know exactly where she is now?”

“This is not up for discussion.” His narrowed gaze draws out a scoff.

“You’re being ridiculous. You can choose not to work with me but I’m going to help you.” The room spins ever so slightly as you turn to leave the room. You weren’t sure where you were going to go yet but you were sure you would figure it out as you went. The library maybe? Lucienne was busy but she knew more about the kingdom than anyone right now.

You had barely made it to the door before you could feel the soft pressure of a hand around your wrist.

“It would help me more,” Dream’s voice was soft and strained. As if the things he was saying pained him to put to words. “to know that you are safe.”

The room spins slightly harder and it occurs to you that maybe the nightmare had gouged you a bit more than you thought. The turn to face him is slower than any you have ever made and behind you you can glimpse the window. It isn’t quite raining out but the sky is unnaturally dark, clouds swirling like the stars in his eyes.

“What?” You can’t remember if blood loss can cause you to mishear people. You don’t want to risk embarrassing yourself even if it’s not.

“I could not protect you in my realm. How can I trust in my ability to do the same outside of it?” The silence feels deafening, like a creature with its own presence trying to pry the two of you apart. You try not to focus on its weight, however, instead distinctly aware of the fact that Dream is still holding your wrist. His touch is cooler than you had thought it would be but not quite unpleasant. In fact its quite the opposite.

“And you think sending me away will keep me safer than if I stayed with a literal king of dreams and nightmares? Really?” Your voice tremors and your skin feels electric from the contact. You want to rip your hand from his grasp and take his hand in both of your own at the same time. “Do you know how many beings out there would love to catch me alone right now?”

“You will not be alone, you will have Constantine.” Dream’s voice was barely more than a whisper. You wouldn’t think his lips had moved at all had you not been watching his face so carefully.

"You’re being an idiot,” The clouds are darker now, you hadn’t thought it possible but the sky seems to be absorbing the light that tries to warm it.

“You need to rest.” For the first time since you met Dream seems to be genuine in asking instead of assuming you will follow through with what he says. It almost makes up for the way that his eyes flit to your point of connection and slowly releases his grasp.

“Do you promise to be here when I wake up?” The bedroom is suffocatingly small in this moment, not helped by the waves of nausea rushing over your person.

“Why must you be so obstinate?” For what is meant to be an insult, Dream’s gaze and and tone are softer than one would expect. Or maybe not. For all the times the two of you have bickered you’re not sure you can remember ever hearing any sort of heat in his words towards you.

“Its the only way I can get you to notice me.” Usually your remark would earn you a slight smile, maybe a particularly strong exhale if Dream is particularly amused. Now though, you see only concern.

“I notice you regardless of your temperament.” You’re not even aware you’re reaching out until the man startles ever so slightly. Heaviness weighs upon your body and your grip tightens just barely. Just enough to try and pull him back from the way his thoughts visibly surround him.

“Dream,” Blue eyes search your own but you’re not sure what he’s looking for. His height is returning to that which you’re familiar with and its strange to see. To watch him shrink and soften before you all the while holding his hand in your grasp. Even as Dream nods, a just barely there movement you’re not even sure of at first, you think that he looks better this way. Familiar is good on him. So is Kind.

It’s easier to lean into him than you had thought it would be. The hand you insist on holding begins to gently steer you both back towards the bed, his free hand circling to hover over your lower back.

“Rest, we can continue this conversation when you awaken.” You’re scared to loose contact with him in case your...whatever Dream is at this point, will slip away in a moments notice. Even as he convinces you to sit you’re not entirely convinced that he’s not just waiting for a moment to usher you back to the waking.

“Do you promise?” Its your turn to whisper as you allow him to help you back to bed. For a heart stopping moment he stands at your bedside and you think he’s leaving.

And then, the chair is pulled closer to the bed, enough so that his knees touch the side of the mattress when he sits.

“I give you my word.” Dream’s voice is warm and soothing as hot chocolate on a winter night and from the window behind you you notice sunlight begin to filter through the window.

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eleonore-songeve · 2 months

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Fleeting Embraces ( Part 2 )

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Link to the first chapter for those who haven't read it : https://www.tumblr.com/eleonore-songeve/742247693659897856/fleeting-embraces-part-1?source=share

Summary : Aveline, a young woman living in the countryside, leads a simple and joyful life. She has a special relationship with Morpheus, the Lord of Dreams, in the dream realm.

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Under the stone vaults that sheltered her modest country home, Aveline welcomed the soft murmur of morning as the first rays of light made their way through the small panes of her window.

Leaving her sturdy wooden bed, she stretched elegantly, ready to embrace a new day in the countryside. The delicate creaking of wooden shutters accompanied their opening, revealing a soothing view of green hills stretching as far as the eye could see.

Dressed in simple clothes, she walked towards the small wooden table that served as a dining area. A loaf of fresh bread, some fruit from the market, and a jug of water waited, ready to satisfy his appetite. Following a familiar routine, she prepared her breakfast, letting the warmth of the hearth and the calm of the morning fill every corner of her home.

The day promised to be active, punctuated by the agricultural work that called for it. Equipped with her wicker basket, she left her house to breathe the fresh air. The green fields stretched out before her, ready for cultivation. Determinedly, she planted seeds, exchanging greetings with neighbors busy in their plots of land.

At noon, she returned home for a well-deserved break. She shared a simple meal with a neighborhood grandmother, bringing some fresh vegetables from her own garden. Laughter and conversation filled the atmosphere, creating a sense of community that echoed through the stone walls.

The afternoon was spent doing a variety of tasks, from repairing a bookshelf to making candles from locally harvested beeswax. As the sun sank below the horizon, she climbed the nearby hill, watching the sunset with a deep sense of peace.

When evening came, she returned to her little house, lit an oil lamp and sat near the fireplace. The wooden shutters were closed, creating an intimacy that enveloped the room. While knitting and humming, Aveline's mind wandered towards the midday conversation. The senior, with her sparkling gaze and caring sagacity, had noticed the change in his energy.

"By the bright stars ! Aveline, you seem more cheerful at these hours. It's a good thing, isn't it ?", she asked, fork suspended halfway to her mouth.

Aveline, with a sincere smile on her lips, nodded in approval.

"Oh yes ! My heart is overflowing with joy, living life in the countryside, meeting souls at the market. It fills me with pure happiness, well.", she replied, concentrating on her loaf of bread.

The senior had tilted her head slightly, her discerning gaze lingering on her.

“There’s no shadow in your words, you’re hiding nothing from me, right ?” she asked, teasingly curious.

“There is no secrecy in what I say. Why would you suspect such a thing ?”, Aveline replied, giving a reassuring smile.

The senior, always curious, continued with a touch of humor : “Well, I noticed that you shine with renewed vigor. Could this be mixed with some gallant youngster from our region, by chance ?”

Aveline, rolling her eyes to the sky with a little laugh, replied in a light tone: "Oh, you always have an art for romantic mysteries. No, that's hardly the situation. I just find happiness in the small pleasures of life."

The senior, wearing a knowing smile, had played the game playfully.

"Ah, but my dear, the kiss of curiosity whispers to me that Hugo, the young man full of charm from the village, has looked at you very insistently. Is there some mystery lurking in the shadow of these facts?" she asked, one eyebrow raised mischievously.

Aveline, shaking her head with teasing amusement, replied with a lightness tinged with mystery : "The rumors are sometimes more fanciful than the legends. Hugo remains a comrade, nothing more. My bliss comes simply from a life serene, surrounded by kind souls."

“As long as you find joy, my dear, this is the main.” she concluded, raising her glass in a toast dedicated to the joy and simplicity of the moment.

Benevolent glances met over glasses, creating a picture of complicity between generations.

However, after taking a sip of her drink, the senior couldn't help but add : "But you see, my dear Aveline, now that you've reached the age of 23, if ever If you need a helping hand to find a husband worthy of the name, I could well tackle this task."

Aveline, smiling at this suggestion, responded with amused teasing : "You're like a bottomless well of relevant tips. However, there's no need for help in this matter. My heart is already captivated."

The senior, surprised by this revelation, had delicately placed her cup, fixing Aveline with a curious look.

“Oh ? And who conquered the heart of my dear Aveline ?”

Aveline, letting out a soft laugh, remained silent for a moment, savoring the mystery she had just created. Then, with a hint of mischief in her eyes, she replied: "Well, some riddles are destined to remain unsolved, aren't they ?"

The two women burst out laughing, sharing a friendly moment around this romantic enigma. The senior, shaking her head slightly with a knowing smile, had decided not to push any further.

Aveline, sitting near the fireplace, gently closed her eyes, her persistent smile testifying to inner tranquility. The flames danced, creating a comforting atmosphere in his little home.

She told herself that even if she shared the truth with those around her, no one would be able to fully understand the magnitude of Morpheus' existence. He was not simply an immaterial being, but a transcendent force, above any known deity, the personification of the dream itself. King of Dreams and Lord of Nightmares, he carried on his shoulders all the thoughts, hopes and fears of humanity.

Little by little, the weight of sleep enveloped Aveline. His limbs, weighed down by the gentle torpor, lost their vigor, becoming delicately numb. She let herself be carried away by the soothing tide of sleep, her mind slipping imperceptibly towards the realm of dreams. The imaginary stars assembled in a celestial ballet, and Aveline, now immersed in the dreamlike sanctuary, found herself alongside Morpheus.

A sparkle of happiness lit up her eyes, and she walked towards him with contagious joy.

- By divine dreams ! Aveline exclaimed, her radiant smile resonating in the dreamlike twists and turns. What are we planning to do this day ? She asked, sparkling with childish excitement.

Morpheus, with his calm and majestic voice, replied :

- I was just thinking that we could stroll on the hills, slowly, contemplating the changing landscape of dreams.

Aveline, delighted, began to share the details of her day. She told the meetings at the market, the comforting warmth of the fireplace in her modest home, and the nuances of twilight that had bathed the village. Morpheus listened attentively, his blue eyes reflecting the silent interest he had in each word. Each story from Aveline forged a closer bond between them, strengthening the connection he felt.

In her impulse to share, she recalled the conversation with the grandmother during the midday meal. A light laugh escaped her lips, mixing amusement and affection for the old lady's concerns.

- Sir Morpheus, you would not believe the tricks that an elder dared to plot today ! Aveline exclaimed, a radiant smile adorning her face. She breathed again the power to make me bound. A bit too much, but isn't it charming ?

The words echoed in the firmament of dreams, but while Aveline's laughter persisted, a transformation took place in the dreamlike atmosphere. Morpheus, upon hearing these words, felt a tension building within him.

He stopped, his gaze momentarily losing its brightness. A shadow passed over his unchanging face, reflecting deep worry and inner introspection. The clouds swirled above them, reflecting the emotional tumult that shook the infinity of dreams.

Aveline, heedless of the storm brewing within him, continued her story. However, he remained silent, letting the echo of Aveline's words resonate in the bubbling bubbling of his thoughts.

Morpheus' emotions, often hidden behind the quiet majesty of his being, seemed to quiver to the surface, revealing an unexpected sensitivity to the prospect of an earthly destiny that might take him away from Aveline.

He observed her and asked her, in a soft but serious voice :

- What are your feelings, Aveline, in the face of these proposals for union and this tenacious insistence ?

She stopped, a shadow passing fleetingly across her face. She replied, a tone of feigned indifference in her voice :

- That doesn't really interest me, especially not with Hugo. We still get along well, but because of this, we're almost pushed to mate.

Morpheus, listening, felt his being stiffen. The storm rumbled louder, mirroring the storm brewing within him. He asked with a hint of worry hidden in his voice :

- Hugo... What rank does he hold in your heart ?

Aveline, perceiving the change in the dreamlike atmosphere, noted the quiver in Morpheus' voice. She took a deep breath before answering :

- Hugo remains a sidekick in our childish days, nothing else. We grew up together, shared memories, but there was never more between us. This pushing to agree is just... A custom, I guess.

However, as she spoke, she felt a strange transformation within him. The storm became more intense, lightning streaked the sky of dreams, and Morpheus' face took on a more sinister, darker tone. A shiver ran down Aveline's spine, an involuntary start at this unexpected change.

- Lord Morpheus, what happens ? She asked with a glint of concern in her eyes, realizing that her words had awakened something deep within him.

Morpheus' face, usually impassive, expressed unusual tension. The bursts of storm continued to tear the dreamlike sky, creating a heavy and charged atmosphere. Aveline, sensing the change in him, hesitated for a moment before continuing.

- Are you still with me ? She asked with a hint of apprehension in her voice.

Taking a deep breath, Aveline, determined to understand the darkness that had invaded Morpheus' aura, took a deep breath before continuing.

- Lord Morpheus, I perceive that a worry is deeply agitating you. I don't want to be the cause of your torment, but I can't help but worry. Please tell me what's bothering you.

Morpheus, meeting Aveline's insightful gaze, felt the weight of the truth he had to share.

- Aveline, your words about these pressures for marriage resonated in me in an unexpected way. I cannot claim indifference. I do not want you to unite and move away from me. He admitted, his gaze reflecting a rare vulnerability.

Aveline, feeling a stirring of hope, tried to understand.

- Why, Lord Morpheus ? Why are you reluctant to see me united by the sacred bonds of marriage ?

Morpheus' eyes looked deep into Aveline's, an intensity marked by love and sadness. He whispered in a soft voice :

- Because, Aveline, I can no longer deny the intensity of my feelings. These insistences laid bare the depth of my emotions, emotions that I had neither anticipated nor invited.

Aveline, struck by the declaration, felt her heartbeat intensify.

- What do you feel, my Lord ? She asked, a glimmer of hope growing within her.

The emotional turmoil seemed to dissipate into the dream realm, giving way to a shared intimacy between them. Morpheus, feeling the need to transcend the limits of the ineffable, slowly approached Aveline. Her slender fingers gently took his hand, creating a soft, comforting touch. Aveline, surprised by this new proximity, felt the warmth of Morpheus' hand and was overcome by shy emotion, her cheeks taking on a rosy tint.

Morpheus, looking into Aveline's eyes, murmured in a calm voice but imbued with particular intensity :

- Aveline, beyond the confines of dreams and realities, my feelings for you are infinite.

She felt her heart pulse with a new intensity. The shadow of shyness in his eyes revealed the deep impact of these words. She looked away slightly, searching for her own words in the abyss of emotions that overwhelmed her.

- Lord Morpheus... She stammered, an indescribable emotion coloring her voice.

Morpheus, understanding the complexity of this moment, added tenderly :

- In these dreamlike lands, I discovered you, and in each of your dreams, I reveal a new facet of the love that I feel for you.

The bursts of storm that had previously agitated the sky of dreams seemed to calm down, giving way to a deep calm.

Aveline, overwhelmed by the emotion of the moment and by Morpheus' profound declaration, took a deep breath before responding, her eyes shining with obvious sincerity.

- Lord Morpheus, I... I feel the same emotion in my heart. She admitted softly, a shy smile lighting up her face. In each of your dreams, in each shared moment, I unearth something deeper, which goes beyond what I thought possible.

She tightened her grip slightly on Morpheus' hand, as if to anchor this moment in the reality of their intertwined existences.

- I cannot imagine my life alongside another soul. The village's developments, the customs, all of this seems frivolous in light of what we share. Morpheus, I love you with all my heart, beyond dreams and realities.

The echoes of his words seemed to resound through the ether of the dream realm, creating a timeless symphony. Morpheus smiled with majestic grace. In that moment, time seemed suspended, and the bond between them, woven by the threads of the dream, intensified, becoming a reality as unalterable as the infinity of the stars.

Following this, in the heart of the timeless realm of dreams, they wandered hand in hand, exploring the vast, infinite expanses of their transcendent love. The dreamlike hills stretched as far as the eye could see, bathed in the soft glow of the stars which seemed to flutter especially for them.

Each night transformed into an eternal symphony, where they settled on fluffy clouds, gazing at the stars that twinkled like jewels in the sky of dreams. Together, they wandered through shared dreams, exploring the depths of the human imagination. Each scenario, each story, was transformed into a new page of their common adventure, an odyssey in which they lost themselves with delight. They shared their thoughts, their hopes, their fears. These moments of confidence became solid pillars of their love.

At the dawn of dreams, they embraced each other tenderly, welcoming each new day with renewed joy.

Aveline's love in his waking life fueled his inexhaustible creativity. Every gesture in her craft activities or every conversation with the villagers bore the mark of the inspiration she found in the dreams shared with Morpheus. His creations became works capturing the magic of dreams, arousing the admiration of all.

The self-confidence she exuded was palpable. Faced with daily challenges, she approached each situation with renewed confidence, carried by the certainty of a love that silently supported her.

The village's social pressures regarding marriage slipped over her like water over a swan's feathers, even at the age of 25. Aveline, without even being aware of it, became a source of inspiration for the village. Her radiance of serenity, her deep understanding and her true love shaped a world around her, creating a reality transcending the simple daily life of a medieval village.

Everyone's dreams began to take on warmer hues and more human contours. Morpheus felt a gentle transformation taking place within him. His emotions, once frozen, were awakening to a new reality.

Among the emblematic figures who populated this kingdom, Marvin observed with reserve, wondering if this was a good idea, Aveline being human, which meant that this was bound to end badly.

Lucienne, the scholarly librarian, perceived this new dimension with academic interest. In the endless annals of her knowledge, she saw this as an opportunity for Morpheus to explore the intricacies of human relationships, to add a new page to the eternal book of the realm of dreams.

The beating of Jessamy's wings resonated with wise anticipation, perceiving the new richness that this love brought to the realm of dreams and to the happiness of his master.

The moment Morpheus decided it was time for Aveline to meet the people of his kingdom, the young woman felt both feverish anticipation and a certain apprehension about her own worth. She wondered if she would be up to it. However, all his fears were quickly swept away. Fantastic creatures and dreamlike spirits approached her with sparkling curiosity, transforming her arrival into a dazzling spectacle. Fairies danced, dragons awoke from their millennial sleep, and every corner of the dream realm was filled with the liveliness that this mortal brought.

Everyone, upon contact with the villager, ends up appreciating her.

In the shadows, the Dream of the Infinite, observed with a duality of emotions. The ineffable joy of seeing Aveline accept and actively participate in this universe that he had shaped since the dawn of time was mixed with a glimmer of worry. The complexity of dreams and reality, intertwined with Aveline's thoughts, created unpredictable swirls in her ethereal realm.

Yet, deep within his immortal being, he could not deny the beauty of this integration. The dreams were transformed into an even richer canvas, each smile, each emotion of Aveline adding a new nuance to these works. Thus, in the brilliance of dreams, Aveline's story was inscribed in the very lines of dreamlike existence, under the attentive and loving gaze of Morpheus.

This had led to this discussion between the two one day, while she was taking a dip in the water of an ocean. Under Morpheus's tender gaze, he asked her if she could come closer, something she did, curious as she understood that he wanted to share his thoughts with her.

When she was close enough, he took her hand, a gesture of affection, asking her :

- Would you like to become my queen, to share the eternities at my side ? He asked, sure the answer would be an immediate yes.

However, the words that escaped Aveline's lips were an unexpected melody.

- I cannot, Morpheus. Not for lack of love, you know that well. It's quite simply that I couldn't leave like this, abandoning my relatives, my life among humans.

The next moment was a thrill in the realm of dreams. Morpheus, accustomed to certainty and control, felt a dissonance, an unexpected chord that shook the very foundations of his being. The stars in his eyes darkened, and a shadow of doubt crept into his mind.

- Why, Aveline ? He whispered, his calm voice betraying a hint of perplexity. Is this a challenge that you present? Don't you love me enough to share this kingdom with me ?

- No, Morpheus, no challenge. She clarified immediately, knowing her past experiences. I love you more than anything. But my life as a human has meaning for me, and I cannot abandon it so quickly. I would be delighted to stay by your side forever, but give me a little more time as a human.

Morpheus stared at Aveline, processing her words, hesitating.

- How long will it have to be like this ? He asked, seeking to understand the fleeting temporality that linked humans to their roots.

Aveline, gentle and loving, gracefully raised her hand to touch Morpheus' face.

- I can't say... Maybe four or five years ? A short moment compared to the eternity that stretches out before us, but I want to cherish those I love in the village, as long as time allows me... Do you understand ? I swear to be all yours, and none other.

The words imbued with sincerity and this particular promise resonated in Morpheus. He closed his eyes, sinking into silent meditation. The twists and turns of infinite time passed through his consciousness, each second lost in the brilliance of dreamlike constellations.

After a moment of hanging, he opened his eyes. A glimmer of understanding and acceptance lit up his eyes.

- It's agreed, Aveline. Take the time you need, savor the human moments that are dear to you. When you are ready, eternity will await us, woven from our dreams and our love.

Aveline, imbued with gratitude and affection, tenderly approached Morpheus. His lips delicately brushed her cheek in a sweet kiss. Morpheus, touched by this sincere gesture, felt the warmth of the kiss anchor within him.

-Thank you, Morpheus. Aveline whispered, her voice light as a breeze. I will know how to savor every moment, and when the moment comes, I will be ready to share our eternity.

The kiss on the cheek became a silent symbol of their agreement, sealing the understanding between the immortal and the mortal. In this timeless corner of the realm of dreams, their story continued, guided by the promise of a love that would defy time and changing realities.

However, this never happened.

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I hope that this second part of the story of Aveline and Morpheus has transported you to their magical and loving world. I wish you a wonderful day, filled with joy and inspiration. I look forward to seeing you again for part 3. ^^

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melancholypancakes · 2 years

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This time in this head canon Morpheus has a crush on Witch! Y/n

I also want to put as a head canon in the sandman universe witches are known for being “scary” and “barbaric” in the waking realm.

Death teases Morpheus for liking a witch ( she knows they’re not bad)

Death: So, what do you think about bringing Y/n along?

Dream: Oh, is she coming with us? I hadn’t notice.

*Death smirks*

Death: Yeah, it’s just weird because I didn’t know Witches were your type.

Dream: W-what type? Please. Who has time for a “type” we have a job to do. Besides I don’t have time for that, I-i’m completely focus.

*Dream realizes he can’t hide nothing from Death*

Dream: Who am I kidding! I like her okay! What do I do?! What do I say?!

*Death really shocked and she has NEVER seen her brother so red for a mortal girl*

Death:

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mattmurdocksscars · 1 year

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Can I get a HC of Morpheus when he sees today’s modern creep hitting on you?

He's pissed.

Not at you, of course, but at the sheer audacity of this guy.

But he won't step in unless you give him signals that you need his help. He would rather let you handle it because he knows you can.

But sometimes you just don't want to, or maybe the guy is really not getting it. So you plead with your eyes for Morpheus to intervene. And intervene he does.

He'll stalk up to you and put an arm around your waist to pull you close. He gives his best eat shit and die look and tells the guy you're spoken for.

Sometimes that's all it takes. Other times, there's push back. Morpheus doesn't like to admit it, but he prefers it when they push back. He wants to watch them squirm as he lets his otherwordlyness show through.

Needless to say, anyone who gives you trouble no longer has pleasant dreams. So these guys? Morpheus takes serious pleasure in haunting their sleep. Because let's face it. If they're hounding you like this, they've hounded other people too. And so Morpheus doesn't feel an ounce of remorse for the nightmares he sends.

#morpheus headcanons #dream of the endless headcanons #morpheus #dream of the endless

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emomensimp · 2 years

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Matthew after having to deal everyday with his mopey wet cat emo boss 's bullsh*t

#matthew the raven #death of the endless #dream you pathetic lil emo man ily #dream of the endless #he needs a cig poor bird #dream sandman #morpheus #morpheus fanfiction #morpheus headcanons #morpheus sandman #death sandman #morpheus x reader #netflix sandman #neil gaiman sandman #the sandman x reader #the endless #the sandman

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furiosophie · 2 years

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i know someone must have done this already but--

based on this post by @chaotic-kass

#dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #meowrpheus #cat!dream #yes i made hob a computer science professor #love the english and history professor headcanons #but also i think he'd make a real good computer science professor #bc in some roundabout way the progress the internet brought is out equivalent of the printing press #also i'm sure he would have very quickly realized that the thing that gives everyone access to every information at all times #is sth he should maybe keep an eye on #thus why not get into programming get ahead of the problem #with the potential to make a lot of money pretty anonymous too #keep his digital footprint in check #forge documents and images #you get it #anyway #id in alt text #soph arts

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densewentz · 1 year

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more dreamling dad au bc thats just what i do now apparently i like lazy afternoon naps and so do our boys

#dreamling #hob gadling #dream of the endless #morpheus #the sandman netflix #sandman fanart #a few people have asked me what the babs name is #ive been calling him Kian #and he gets jealous of Nightmare and wants to be scary too sometimes so his dad made him that horrific onesie #to kian's exact specifications thank u #my art #its important to me that people know kians got dreams dark hair and flair for dramatics but #hes also got hobs big dumb sunshine brown calf eyes that he flashes to get his way bc he also has hobs effortless charm #i also headcanon as he gets older he secrets handfuls of sand into his pockets from EVERYWHERE bc he wants to be like his dad #and hob has to be the sand police and has to make kian turn out his pockets on the doorstep every time they come home from anywhere #bc theres only so much vaccuuming even an immortal man can take #and kian does so but petulantly and while sporting dreams patented Imperious Pissy Face #they have a rule that kian is allowed to stomp as loudly as he wants to his room but isnt allowed to slam doors #in this essay i will-

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why-what-no · 2 years

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Morpheus Having A Sweetheart!God Spouse Would Include

Pairing: Morpheus x God!Reader

Warnings: None

Notes: You got the sweetheart!human headcanons, now you’ve got the sweetheart!god headcanons

Requested By: @miraclesabound @mahirublue @agomeangelcat @jar-of-moondust

Morpheus's lover, the completely opposite of him in every way.

You were cheerful while he was cold, full of life while he looked down on so many things. With an aura of sunshine, always trying to positive.

None of Morpheus's friends thought it would work out between the two of you, knowing how he was.

However, they failed to realize how much happiness your presence brought him. How you could always make him smile

That while you wouldn't make him change his ways, despite the fact that you were as different as the moon and the sun, the two of you loved each other for who you were.

You came up to him one day in the palace, a bouquet of flower's in your hand. Handing it to him with a grin, he took them gently.

"What are these for, my love?" He asked, looking at the pretty plants quizzically. "Have I forgotten a special occasion?"

But you just shook your head, looking delightedly at your beautiful lover. "No, I just wanted to give you flowers."

He kept those flowers in his office since then, using his powers to make sure they wouldn't wilt.

When you were gone visiting friends in other realms, Morpheus was grumpier that usual. And when he was gone, you were a little less bright than usual.

But when you were with him in the Dreaming, he always enjoyed your company. Everyone throughout his realm always had happier dreams whenever you returned.

He even didn't mind your habit of bringing things back with you, usually potted plants, or pretty objects, and even stray animals back to the Dreaming

The pets was where Morpheus would attempt to draw the line, but he had an impossible time saying no to you

You arrived in the dreaming, a handful of baby ravens in your arms, speaking to them like you would for a small child.

"Dearest?" The exasperation was clear in Morpheus's voice. But also, you could tell he was having a hard time trying not to chuckle. "What do you have in your arms?"

"Baby ravens. Their mama was hit by a car." You tilted your arms to show them to him. "I figured Matthew could help with them, since he's a raven too."

"Matthew is a raven of the Dreaming. Those, are wild animals." Morpheus responded with a raised eyebrow. But at the disappointed look on your face, he smiled softly and continued. "But I'm sure there's a place for them somewhere in the Realm."

The look on your face when he gave in was worth it. And he would admit, the birds were sort of endearing.

Not nearly as endearing as he thought you were, however.

Taglist: @stygianoir @minetticatinwonderland , @fangirlmary , @absbdbshhs @kiki13522

#the sandman #the sandman x reader #morpheus #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless #the sandman dream #the sandman dream x reader #the sandman morpheus x reader #the sandman morpheus #the sandman headcanons #the sandman dream headcanons #the sandman morpheus headcanons #morpheus headcanons #dream #dream x reader #dream headcanons #dream of the endless headcanons

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bowieandqueen11 · 2 years

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Dream Falling In Love With You Would Include...

Request: Hi! Can I please request some headcanons of what falling in love/dating with Morpheus / Dream (The Sandman) would include, please? Thank you so much!!! 🖤💀🖤

I love this show so much 😭 😭 😭 Tom Sturridge’s voice makes me want to combust istg also I hope you don’t mind but I’ve split this into two!! I haven’t finished the series yet, so I thought I’d do falling in love based on the first few eps, and then do some dating headcanons once I’ve finished <3

If you enjoy, please let me know by commenting! <3

(I do not own The Sandman or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @smittenskitten.)

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°

As some of you very very lovely people have so eloquently summed it up... Dream you scrungly emo cat, you wet sand bag, pathetic man I love you with all my heart you petty ass iconic thing.

Also we’re just going to pretend that you’re immortal or share Dream’s powers pls go with it lmao

You first catch Dream of the Endless’ attention, funnily enough, during one of your dreams a night long ago. At first, he was just curious; just passing through from the cries of people plagued with his nightmares into something softer, sweeter. He wandered slowly until he found himself folding down to sit and rest for a moment under the shade of a drooping willow tree. He looked comically out of place, with his stony face and pale body drenched in black drapes, even within his own realm. Yet he still stayed for a while, the sun blinding his eyes as he peered out from underneath the boughs like a peeking mouse, watching you carefully tend to orchard of apple trees nearby, so sweet and caring even in your dreams.

Without even fully understanding why, Morpheus found himself drifting back to your dreams as often as he could, as if drawn forth by some some strong current, some invisible tide not created by his sibling... but something more. Something stronger. Something far more boundless, fathomless, something from beyond. Something from deep within his being was beckoning him forth until he had no choice but to choke back his pride and follow the path his feet were already treading towards you.

He would just watch you: sitting uncomfortably, like a sore thumb on benches. Standing like an inked mark upon your world under the sunlight. Loitering around the bark of trees, turning around pavement corners as you danced by him with glee. With the collar of his coat turned up, the edges of his lips turned up into the closest resemblance to a smile there had been on his face in millennia. For him, it was as if light were beaming from every pore - and yet the tears still stung his eyes, a black hole tightening his chest as the bottomless feeling of love clawing its way out of his throat tried to restrict his breathing.

From time to time, you could almost sense him behind you, even while asleep. Just this constant, soothing, almost smoke like presence gifting its shadow onto your every move. Yet it never scared you: the glints of light you caught out of the corner of your eye, the tufts of wild raven hair that blew upon a lanky, pale frame that disappeared from view every time you turned your head. You understood innately that his being there could never be malicious - in fact, you could feel truth branding its burn into your heart, that it was something much more tender in intent. Adoring. Almost humane, yet monstrous at the same time. As if some star crossed lover was seeking you across all of time and space, both in reach of your arms and yet hiding just out of your line of sight simultaneously.

From time to time as you slept, you could feel something cold brush against the nape of your neck. They almost felt like fingertips, sending warm shivers rush down your spine and making you gasp breathlessly in how familiar the touch felt. Once, you sat beside a babbling brook, watching the sunset fall over the edge of a a nearby crag, leaving the horizon. You swore, as the water sang, that you could feel a weight against your palm, a knee crossed over your kneecap, the weight of someone’s shoulder tepidly resting against your own. It felt uncertain... shy, almost - too heavy in your hold but still careful with its weight, as if your skin burned to touch. Yet when you looked up, there was only the shimmer of the dying sun fracturing through the golden leaves in threads of diamond to greet you.

After a few dozen morns and nights had been spent, Lucienne wandered into the throne room of Dream’s realm to find Morpheus sitting on his throne, doing absolutely nothing. He just sits there, hunched, pondering like a grumpy cat. One slender fingers bumps against the edge of his chin as a few tears he’s tried in vain to keep hidden over the last few decades slip down the bridge of his nose and fall onto his boots. It takes him a moment to even realise that Lucienne has arrived, before he tries to hide his jump of surprise by haughtily crossing his right leg over the left and leaning over the marble armrest.

Lucienne fixes her glasses, trying to figure out how to sensitively broach the topic. ‘Is something the matter, sir? It seems... as if you’re struggling with something. Perhaps this time, speaking through your train of thought would be most beneficial.’

‘Nothing is wrong, Lucienne. This is a matter... that I must deal with alone.’

Perhaps then, your majesty, it would be best for you to visit Y/n’s dream now that they’re asleep again? To resolve the very serious matter at hand, of course.’

He tries to stifle the thudding in his chest at the implication, but even so he finds himself smiling at his head librarian. After a moment of reflection he slowly nods, beginning to rise. He tucks his coat around his waist to hide how his hands have begun to shake, which he didn’t think possible. ‘Indeed. I’ve been away for far too long... it’s time to start making things right again, Lucienne.’

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thethreeeyed-raven · 8 months

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any hcs for dream of the endless?

love your writing sm 🫶🫶

dream of the endless headcanons

the kingdom of dreams | warnings : me professing my undying love for morpheus, dream of the endless is bbg you can’t change my mind, he’s just a sad cat | a/n : contains smut so if you don’t like smut go fuck urself uwu🥺 (IM JOKING) | tags : @knight-of-flowerss , @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom | dream of the endless playlist

despite being perceived as cold and distant, he has a soft spot for people and wishes to be loved in return.

because he's literally billions of years old, he's definitely experienced🫣, but he's never experienced true love (its ok bbg i can love u💗)

he has an insane soft spot for you, and will do anything to protect you

ANYTHING

bbg needs love and affection, bro craves for it

he gets jealous very easily and you have to constantly remind him that you're there and will never leave him

very emotional but never lets it show (he just like me fr but i cant keep it in)

his love language is definitely words of affirmation

he loves to tell you how in love he is with you and loves when you tell him the same

not keen on pda, he prefers to show affection in private

bby is a loner and feels isolated even amongst others

though an ancient being, he too often struggles with insecurity

yk how it mentions he was cruel or whatever? he regrets it so much

stop hes my bbg i love him sm ill protect him with my life.

he fears loosing his sister death, as she is the only sibling of his he is remotely close to.

pookie was locked up for 100 years, he CRAVES physical intimicy

hes open to experimenting

tbh i dont think hes the type to enjoy rough sex, i think he would prefer it to be passionate and loving.

he likes it slow, he wants to take his time and feel every inch of you.

he likes to be dominant and to be dominated

#the sandman fanfic #the sandman x reader #the sandman #the sandman x you #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless #morpheus x reader #lord morpheus #morpheus #morpheus x you #morpheus x oc #morpheus x hob #morpheus x corinthian #morpheus x original character #morpheus x y/n #morpheus headcanons #dream of the endless headcanons

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landwriter · 2 years

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headcanon where hob adopts a little cat that was living in the alley behind the new inn and after an enemies-to-friends slow burn (250k) dream and the cat become bffs and one day dream says are you bored? come to work with me, tiny emissary of the night and the next morning hob is reading the news and spittakes his tea when he sees the headline Black Cat Crossed Your Path? Scientists Theorize Collective Unconscious After Same Cat Reported In Nation's Dreams

#the sandman #dreamling #headcanons #hob: dream. darling. did you invest the cat with your unknowable powers of office to have company while you walk through men's dreams #dream: husband. no such thing. i did it because cats are merely well-suited to such work.#dream: (whispering to cat) who prowls among the dreams and nightmares of men? you. who is my small fierce queen of night? you. yes you are #someone PLEASE draw a comic of this i will die with joy #hob gadling #dream of the endless

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eleonore-songeve · 4 months

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Repair

This is the first story in this collection. I hope you enjoy reading it.

As this is my first post on this site, I'd like to welcome you to my literary imagination. I'm passionate about Neil Gaiman's Sandman, and I weave fan fiction about this universe into a few words. I love writing and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

P.S: This is the English version, the French version is on Wattpad (under the same name), where I'll be publishing the story at the same time, but in French. So, being French, I apologise in advance if I make any vocabulary mistakes in English. Please feel free to point them out to me in a socially acceptable way.

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( y/n )'s life took a dark turn ten years ago, when the evil entity took over her dreams. Formerly lulled by soothing dreams, his nights were now a descent into hell where the shadows of the unconscious triumphed over all hope.

His friends, silent witnesses to his fight, saw the distress in his eyes. To protect herself from judgment, she isolated herself more and more, erecting emotional walls. At work, the nightmare weighed on her, transforming daily tasks into insurmountable ordeals, and her performance plummeted.

Medical visits provided no clarification, leaving doctors perplexed by his unexplained suffering. The family oscillated between compassion and frustration, helpless in the face of ( y/n )'s deterioration.

The nightmare intensified its grip each night, blurring the line between dream and reality. ( y/n ) remembered a disturbing dream where a distorted version of herself tormented her, predicting her failure. After ten years of struggle, exhausted, she gave up all hope, letting despair overwhelm her.

Meanwhile, Dream of the Endless, king of Dreams and Nightmares, freed from his captivity, felt the responsibility to repair the consequences of his absence. One evening, while ( y/n ) was plunged into a new nightmare, Morpheus noticed the anomaly. His coat fluttering behind him, he headed towards the very heart of the nightmare, determined to put an end to the young woman's torment.

Morpheus had discovered that ( y/n ), aged twenty-eight, was tormented every night by one of his nightmarish creations which who was still missing among the residents of Dreamin. This situation had negative repercussions on ( y/n )'s life.

As he plunged into an endless pit, he eventually found the nightmare that tormented ( y/n ). The dreamlike environment abruptly transformed, with moving shadows and nightmarish creatures dancing to the rhythm of ( y/n )'s agony.

The nightmare, taking the form of a distorted silhouette, begged Morpheus for mercy, claiming to be a part of ( y/n ) :

- No... Sir... Don't destroy me... He sobbed. I need to exist, I am a part of her. This is what I was created for, to torture humans and this one... This woman, I got attached to her... To torture her... Please...

The pleas continued, but Morpheus, inflexible, made a gesture with his hand. His creation began to melt into sand.

- I understand your nature, but you have caused too much suffering. You exceeded your rights and continued in your position as a deserter. This human's release cannot wait. He declared in a voice as calm as the whisper of the wind in the night, despite everything, feeling a little pinch when seeing one of his creations disappear.

The evil shadow struggled, its contours twisting in a final effort to resist its impending dissolution. The echoes of ( y/n )'s screams mingled with the chaotic symphony of the disintegrating nightmare.

( y/n )'s liberation was palpable. Even within her troubled dream, the young woman felt the dissipation of the oppressive weight of the nightmare. The nightmarish creatures, once menacing, evaporated like shadows fleeing the light. And as she continued to sleep, finding herself in an empty space, Morpheus stood before her, in a majestic posture.

- The nightmare will no longer disturb your nights, ( y/n ). From now on, your dreams will be filled with sweet dreams as compensation.

( y/n ), mixing terror and wonder in her eyes as she looked at him from head to toe, asked him :

- Who are you ?

Morpheus remained silent, preferring to manipulate ( y/n )'s dream so that she surrendered to a welcome tranquility. When she awoke, it was the first time she felt renewed vigor.

However, despite the victory over the nightmare, the deep aftereffects of the ordeal left indelible scars on ( y/n )'s soul. The peaceful nights, now devoid of the nightmares that once tormented her, were not enough to eradicate the shadows that had crept into the most intimate recesses of her being.

In the flickering dawn, ( y/n ) stood, carrying the burden of a painful past on her shoulders. Distorted memories and echoes of night terrors blended into his daily life, casting unexpected shadows over the simplest aspects of his existence.

Interpersonal relationships remained minefields. The fear of judgment, a legacy of the malicious visions of the nightmare, isolates him more each day. The friendly smiles were tinged with an unintentional distance, and the conversations were laced with unease.

At work, ( y/n )'s performance remained hampered by moments of distraction, fragments of residual nightmares intruding into her thoughts. The torturer's whispers resonated like a distant echo, sowing doubt and apprehension.

Therapy sessions were fragile attempts to heal deep wounds, but healing remained a steep and uncertain path.

The family, witnessing the transformation of their beloved, oscillated between compassion and helplessness. They could only watch in helpless worry as ( y/n ) tried to pick up the pieces and return to her previous life.

Aware of this, Morpheus decided to act under the wise advice of Lucienne, the royal librarian and faithful advisor. So, night after night, Morpheus immersed himself in imagination, creating dreams that went beyond enchantment, true havens of peace and healing for ( y/n ). These luminous visions became a refuge where joy flourished, where love acted as a powerful force of redemption, and where hope guided his heart towards luminous horizons.

The dreams Morpheus conceived increasingly became ethereal tales, vivid landscapes where dark memories faded before splendor. Warm hugs, childish laughter and moments of peace blossomed, creating alternative memories that delicately overlapped with those of the past.

( y/n ), immersed in these healing dreams, found a comfort that began to radiate into her daily life. Smiles, once rare, were more frequent. The echoes of nightmares were pushed away, and she rediscovered the sweetness of the little pleasures of life.

However, at the heart of this metamorphosis, ( y/n ) sometimes felt the enigmatic presence of this man who had been like a hero in his dreams. Even if rationality whispered that he was only a creation of her imagination, a part of her believed in this protective figure.

Time had done its work, and ( y/n ) now lived a life marked by serenity. Noticing this, Lucienne, an attentive observer, made a remark which resonated in the library where Morpheus was reading the book on ( y/n )'s life.

- Sir, if you allow me, this young woman seems to have regained her balance. She is happy, and everything seems peaceful. Maybe you could leave her alone from now on ? Lucienne suggested, her head tilted slightly forward, expressing sincere concern, fearing what could happen.

Aware of the positive changes in ( y/n )'s life, Morpheus recognized the accuracy of Lucienne's words.

- You're not wrong, Lucienne. Maybe it's time for me to step aside, to let ( y/n ) live without my constant supervision. He announced after a few seconds of silence, closing the book.

Ready to leave ( y/n ) tranquil, Morpheus considered leaving her alone with the peaceful dreams he had weaved for her. However, as he walked away, an unexpected revelation dawned on him. He realized that he felt a certain pleasure in being at ( y/n )'s side, a pleasure that went beyond the simple duty of guardian of dreams.

As a result, in the shadow of everyone, particularly Lucienne and Matthew, he made an choice. And despite his resolve to move away completely, Morpheus gave in to temptation and returned, in secret, to the intimate recesses of ( y/n )'s dreams, observing her.

The line between duty and pleasure, between responsibility and emotions, was becoming more and more blurred for him.

A year had passed since her release, and that night ( y/n ) lay in a field of bright flowers with shimmering petals. Morpheus floated in the shadows, scrutinizing with fascination every detail of his face lit by the soft glow of the moon. The wind gently caressed her hair, and her smile evoked peaceful joy.

Then, at one point, she sat up slightly, as if searching for something, her eyes looking all around. A light breeze stirred the flower petals and made her hair wave.

- There's someone there, isn't there ? She whispered softly, a glint of curiosity in her eyes. I'm not wrong ?

Morpheus, usually impassive, stood still in the darkness, observing the scene with a mixture of intrigue and anticipation. No words passed his lips, but his gaze was fixed on her.

( y/n ), perceiving nothing and getting no response, looked at her knees, thinking that perhaps she had made a mistake. She let out a soft sigh, shaking away the thought that something unusual was happening. However, she still felt the weight of an invisible gaze resting on her, as if a mysterious presence was scrutinizing her.

Intrigued and resolute, she rose from the flowery ground. His eyes scanned the surrounding darkness, searching for the origin of this strange sensation. The silence was heavy, barely broken by the murmur of the wind.

Then, suddenly, having noticed a silhouette in the corner of her eye, she turned her head sharply. Morpheus' eyes, glowing with a mystical glow, were revealed, making ( y/n ) jump, captivated by their intensity and infinite depth. His heart beat faster, mixed with astonishment and an indefinable emotion.

Morpheus' intense gaze persisted, riveted on the woman who now stood, spellbound and somewhat disconcerted. ( y/n ), trying to understand this elusive presence, tried to break eye contact. Although she succeeded, she still felt the weight of this presence. The moment of hesitation continued, until she resolved to confront this individual who seemed to be waiting for her.

With determination, she locked eyes with him again. This time, no doubt remained in his mind.

- We both know that I saw you... There's no point in hiding from you. Come closer, come out of your hiding place. She said, a smile both intrigued and shy appearing on her face.

A silence enveloped the landscape as Morpheus, after reflection, stepped forward, revealing his unchanging presence. ( y/n ), far from being frightened, seemed rather attracted by this encounter. She stared at him as before, finding in him, despite his mysterious appearance, a magnificent beauty.

As she slowly approached, her footsteps echoing softly on the invisible ground, he remained stoic, his elusive gaze fixed on her. ( y/n ) stopped a short distance away, and their eyes met again. It was a suspended moment, where time seemed to stretch and fade into the contours of the dream.

Finally, she whispered :

- I don't know who you are, but something inside me tells me that you are important...

After confessing what she wanted to keep, she suddenly realized where she knew him from, her breath catching, before saying :

- I remember... We've seen each other before, haven't we ? Since I saw you, my nightmares have stopped, and I don't know if you have anything to do with it, but... Thank you.

Morpheus was surprised at first, his eyes widening discreetly, not being used to being thanked. He observed every contour of the woman's face, his eyebrows furrowing slightly, wondering if she was being sincere. However, when he realized that she was, he lowered his head slightly in acquiescence.

- Maybe you are a dream, an illusion, but it doesn't matter. You have all my gratitude. Before meeting you, my life was nothing but despair and suffering. Now I'm better and I'm happy about it. I don't know why I'm telling you all this, as if you were real, when you must be my subconscious, but still... Thank you, really.

Morpheus felt the weight of his own immortal emotions, a feeling he knew, but had not tasted in a long time. Realizing what it was, he ended the dream, unable to maintain it any longer.

- This dream is over. He said simply.

Waking up, ( y/n ) remained for a moment ensconced in the soft tranquility of her bed, her heart still resonating with the echoes of her dream. She knew full well that what she had just experienced was only a nocturnal illusion, which would soon dissipate like the others. Pulling herself together with morning grace, she stood up, ready to face the day ahead.

Conscious of every detail, she meticulously chose her outfit, opting for bright hues reflecting the floral blossoming that marked her existence. Leaving his apartment, the morning light delicately caressed the city, promising a radiant day.

Entering his shop was enchanting, the air carrying the captivating scent of flowers and the gentle chime of the bell welcoming his senses. Devoting herself to artistic creation, she created floral arrangements where each gesture revealed the very essence of natural beauty.

As the morning progressed, she devoted herself to making a bouquet for a special order. Her skillful hands, like graceful dancers, intertwined among the flowers, shaping a work capturing the ineffable magic of nature. The bell rang, announcing the arrival of a visitor.

She straightened up with a professional smile, ready to greet anyone who crossed the threshold. However, his smile faded slightly upon seeing his new client. Blinking to clear away an unknown disturbance, ( y/n ) composed herself.

- Sorry... Hello. She articulated, her voice tinged with subtle hesitation. Welcome to my store. How can I assist you today ?

Unmoved, the man delicately bowed his head in greeting.

- I have come to contemplate your floral wonders up close. He replied in a voice that was both attractive and terrifying, imbued with a strange familiarity, although the reason for this feeling was beyond ( y/n )'s understanding.

She tried to hide the feeling of déjà vu, focusing her attention on her role as florist. However, as she guided the man she couldn't help but stare at, finding him magnificent, in the choice of flowers, she couldn't help the questions in her head about knowing him or not.

It was difficult for her to hide the emotion as he explored the flowers, his mysterious aura adding an almost unreal dimension to the atmosphere already imbued with floral magic.

As he selected the flowers for his bouquet, he expressed himself enigmatically :

- Flowers have a unique way of capturing the beauty of the present moment. They are silent messengers of deep feelings, just like the dreams that weave in the darkness of the night.

Captivated by his words, finding the way he spoke unusual and a bit strange, ( y/n ) nodded with a smile.

- Yes, flowers have a unique language, an ability to express emotions without saying a word. This is what makes my job so rewarding.

He nodded, his blue eyes boring into the shimmering petals. He took one, without tearing it from its pot, with his long, slender fingers, which ( y/n ) found herself staring at, finding that every movement he made, even the slightest, was filled with grace and a certain delicacy.

She continued to stare at him secretly, and noticed several things: mysterious and cold appearance, messy ebony hair and a thin pale figure wrapped in black clothes. But what attracted her most were the man's piercing, hypnotic eyes.

- Each petal tells a story, each arrangement is an ephemeral work of art. Creating something that awakens the soul is a beautiful thing.

She jumped a little, surprised to hear the calm, deep voice imbued with a certain serenity of the man she was eyeing without her consent. Recovering herself, she assimilated the man's words which, when she did so, intrigued and moved her. There seemed to be an invisible connection between them, transcending simple exchanges in a flower shop. When he had made his choice, ( y/n ) delicately prepared the bouquet. When she gave it back to him, their eyes met again, and time seemed to stop a second time.

A thrill of anticipation mixed with slight worry ran through his being, wondering if this feeling was a figment of his imagination.

- Excuse me, but... Have we ever met before ? She asked politely, a thrill of anticipation mixed with slight worry coursing through her being.

He replied calmly :

- It could well be.

This response only accentuated ( y/n )'s perplexity. The mystery around this man seemed to be deepening, and she was about to ask more questions when he, as if anticipating her thoughts, cut her off by saying softly :

- I have to leave, but I would like to come back.

( y/n ), still under the spell of the enigmatic presence of the man who had just bought her flowers, couldn't help but murmur a little "yes" before fully realizing the significance of his response. She felt captivated by this man, by this aura emanating from him.

Tilting his head slightly in thanks, his small smile discreetly appeared, something that ( y/n ) noticed, making her heart race.

- Until our next meeting.

He walked out of the store, leaving ( y/n ) alone with her swirling thoughts. She observed the street through the window, trying to untangle the threads of this strange encounter. The flowers seemed more vibrant, the colors richer, as if the presence of this man whose name she didn't know had left a magical imprint on the room.

Still overwhelmed and a little confused, she returned to her work. She couldn't help but think about what had happened, who he could be. Her wondering what the future held for them.

As she continued her work, customers entering and leaving the store, ( y/n ) remained captivated by her morning encounter. Without suspecting for a single moment that this meeting would be the beginning of an unwritten and magnificent story, with an immortal anthropomorphic being embodying the concept of the Dream.

Where destiny would be written between a simple mortal and one of the seven Endless, thus creating one of the most beautiful love relationships. A love that defies even the rules of the universe, uniting them against all cosmic challenges.

The beginning being a story of repair.

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For this first short story, it ends on a happy note and a little simpletod ( although this is not guaranteed every time, I warn you in advance X) ). Although concise, the writing was enjoyable. Share your thoughts in the comments, and see you soon for a new story ! ^^

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