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darklinsblog · 11 months

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Bring Me To Life| Sandman Imagine

Summary: Y/N is part of the Burgess family, somewhat of a black sheep, when she finds the prisoner her family has kept for 90 years, your father finds a way to dispose of his own daughter. Imprisoning her with The Dream Lord.

Pairing: Morpheus x Burguess! Reader

Requested: Yes

Author’s note: Will be updating my tag list so please comment if you want in on out of it!

You were always aware you were different from your family, they were always so shallow, empty, even.

Your father was nephew of the wealthy Roderick Burgess, and if Roderick was cruel and despicable, your father Maurice was much more worse.

For starters, he had way too many children, you were clearly the one in the middle, having many responsibilities that no child should have at your age, and even when you did everything you could to earn your father’s love and acceptance, you only got hatred in return.

He genuinely hated your guts.

His words, not yours.

But still someone a part of you was holding onto hope that maybe one day he would learn to love you.

While you waited for that day to come, you did your best to blend into the background, which for the record, wasn’t hard at all with six teens running around the house screaming all day long.

By your twenties you were a master of truly “minding your shit” as your father used to tell you, one particular day, everyone had gone hunting as the only female, it was easy to leave you behind.

You would be lying if you said that you weren’t bored out of your mind after a while, and then like a light switch, you remembered the house had a basement.

As any forgotten part of the house, you were told multiple times to leave it, to never even think of it, but at least the mysterious basement had to be more interesting than this empty mansion.

What you did not prepare for, was to find some… being trapped in a glass prison, he seemed like a man but something about him felt supernatural, extraordinary even.

His eyes followed even the slightest of your moves. As your fingertips merely crashed the cold surface of the glass, the eyes of the “man” opened wider, a distorted reflection of your father’s knowing figure, holding s large object, but before you could turn to face him.

All was suddenly black after a sharp pain hit the back of your neck and a buzz on your ears.

As you regained consciousness, your senses buzzed, everything somehow felt colder, lonelier, wrong…

When turning your head, you noticed the being you were staring at on the other side of the glass; only this time, he was right beside you.

Completely startled you backed away, until you met the cold surface of the bubble you were now trapped in.

You noticed more now the nakedness of the man (that is to refer to him because quite frankly, he was anything but human), which made your cheeks turn red and more than ever you appreciated your own clothes.

Tears were streaming down your face quietly and you wiped them away as soon as the left your eyes, embarrassed for this stranger to see you at your very worst.

“Morpheus”.

A voice inside your head spoke calmly but loudly, you turned to see the man beside you, empathy could be seen in his features, his hand softly grazing yours.

It had been so long since he last touched anyone, your skin felt soft and warm to the touch, it was something that now his heart longed for.

You didn’t know what it was, maybe the despair of being trapped here for God knows how long, the confusion and anger that came as to why you were here or the overall sadness.

Whatever it might’ve been, you found yourself embracing Morpheus softly by the neck, hiding your face as you sobbed lightly.

The Dream Lord was startled at first, but delicately his hands found a place in your back and to your waist he was letting you have complete control over this moment, he did not wish to touch you in any way that would make you uncomfortable.

He let you hold onto him as long and as hard as you needed to, but he knew his role there was only to contain your sadness until it went away.

“It is nice to know you, Morpheus” you whispered in his ear after a long period of sadness.

Ten long years had passed since you were trapped in the bubble prison with Morpheus, and you would be lying if you said you hadn’t developed a particular affection towards each other as well as a complex non-spoken communication between the two, he would let his voice echo your mind every now and then, but mostly, by simply looking at each other it was enough to know it all.

It hurt to think that nobody was looking for you, but then again, you would not be surprised by this, yet, a naive part of you thought maybe they were looking. Truth be told, if they were, they would’ve found you by now. After all, you were still in the same damn house.

But today something happened, Alex Burgess, your uncle, had gone down to see you two, it had been years since you saw him, but he was indeed, fragile and old, almost at the end of his days.

His eyes fell on you, you could see the sense of recognition in his gaze but quickly his eyes diverted to the King of dreams, completely disregarding your presence.

You held onto Morpheus’ arm trying to hold back on your anger as Alex Burgess went on his monologue to the King of Dreams about how he had done wrong in not wanting to be free all those years ago.

But you understood his motives as to why he didn’t chose freedom, his companion deserved that the perpetrators of her cold blooded murder paid the price.

Truth be told, it also did rub the wrong way to Morpheus how your own blood ignored you, after spending a decade by your side, he had gotten to know your very essence and in full honesty, you deserved something better than the rotten tree you were born in.

But something happened, as Alex turned his wheels to leave, the restraining runes were slightly wiped off.

You both looked at one another, acknowledging the window of opportunity you were given by the neglect of Alex.

For the first time in a decade you recognized in the eyes of the other, the almost foreign sentiment of hope, you step aside, letting Morpheus concentrate as you understood the only one who could set you free now was him.

Everything to you, seemed to happen in the blink of an eye, the cracks, the breaking, the shots fired and as Morpheus conjured some sort of vortex, he stretched out his hand for you to reach.

Going with him, was tempting, but you knew now as you stood in front of him, your journeys were very different, he had a kingdom to restore while you had to figure your own identity outside of the Burgess last name, to find if, you had any other living relatives, to find answers to all your questions.

You smiled at him, in a way which he understood it all.

“There will always be a place for you in the Dreaming Y/N Burgess” he finally spoke, after all those ages of silence, it wasn’t just a voice echoing in your brain, it was real.

You nodded, at the very edge of tears, the mixture of relief and nostalgia for this chapter of your life ending becoming all so overwhelming.

“I’ll come and find you, King of Dreams” you promised to him, the corners of his mouth lifting in the ghost of a smile.

“Till we meet again” he said taking your hand and planting a subtle kiss on it before going back to his world.

Leaving you be in yours.

But even as the chapter of your imprisonment came to and end, you knew, deep in your heart, your story with the myth in the flesh, was far from over.

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linddzz · 3 months

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Here an assortment of Facts About Morpheus in the Red Flags AU. Where I'm starting to lean more towards the version where they meet and are already into each other before the ""Fake Date"" Incident:

-Jessamy is the raven he took care of when he found her injured outside of his townhome. He now has a room with a window he often keeps open for her to fly into whenever she feels like it. I don't know how legal any of this is in London but tbh it doesn't matter because he also does not know what the laws are and doesn't care.

- His townhome is very dark maximalist in decor, which tends to surprise people at first. There are houseplants and little statues all over, and the walls are hidden behind millions of bookshelves. There is an art studio room and books scattered everywhere. Very recently, hypothetical visitors would notice a lot of child locks and child proofed areas that have a bit of a panicked "I bought every safety thing in the store bc I have no idea wtf I'm doing" energy to them.

- He has a therapist. Yes, the Morpheus that Hob meets is the upgraded version who is actually working on himself already. This is what the improved personal growth version of Morpheus is like.

Anyway, said therapist is Gilbert F. Greene. Because Morpheus going head to head with an unstoppable force of old timey adorable optimism who will also not take his shit is delightful. Dr. Greene insists on going by first names and Morpheus always makes "Gilbert" sound like a slur in retaliation. Some conversations I imagine include:

"Good morning Gilbert, you will never guess who had what you might call a """relapse into self destructive behaviors"""" last night."

"I am very sorry to hear that my dear boy. Let me say though, that I am so very proud of you for calling me! That is a phenomenal step for you and it's wonderful that you are being proactive in your recovery."

"Don't patronize me Gilbert. I will hang up."

(this ended up being super long so I'm just gonna spare y'all's dash. Warning for some lightly touched on mentions of drug use and self destructive behavior.)

- Him getting a therapist was part of the requirements for gaining visitation rights and then weekend custody once a month with Orpheus. The therapy is actually helping, and he's bitter about that.

- His given name is actually Dream, he goes by his middle name. All the Endless siblings have awful names. Desire goes by Adonai because who calls a fucking child Desire???

When Hob meets the rest of the family, Destiny goes "it's good to see you again, Dream" and Hob begins turning to Morpheus like "lmao who tf is named Dream" only to find Morpheus glaring daggers at his brother.

- The Endless parents are rarely around. Some of the siblings still live in the manor and they all use it for family dinners, but it's common for their parents to be off travelling for years at a time.

- Morpheus is an author and a painter who has a bajillion pen names to go with each genre he writes in, so it's hard to figure out exactly how much he's written. Even before becoming a father though, his face and full name is mostly associated with children's fantasy stories that he illustrates himself, and his Art vs Artist vibe is very Miyazaki.

Him and Calliope collaborated on a series of illustrated poetic translations of ancient epics. Their divorce was exactly as messy as one might imagine the divorce between two passionate artist types might be.

- His downward spiral of self destruction started before the divorce but oh boy did it nosedive during and after.

- When she got pregnant after divorce proceedings had started, there was a moment where they were both meeting with lawyers and one asked something along the lines of if this meant they would try for reconciliation and staying together. Calliope said "no" immediately.

It's not like Morpheus exactly thought they would get back together, but the speed and firmness of that hard "no" had his head screaming with white noise and some badly thought out self medication for months, which ended up being why Calliope got full custody and he is just now able to get more involved with the now two year old Orpheus.

- His rebound with Thessaly was also messy. She was just in it for a fun fling and he was... Morpheus. He found out he got dumped when she informed him she was already in the process of moving back to Greece, and Johanna said he needed to be banned from any more beautiful Greek expats from that day forth.

- No one can figure out what the deal is with him and Lucienne. The simple explanation is they're queerplatonic soul mates. Lucienne's wife Gault thinks they're a bit codependent (not an inaccurate assessment), but is more civil with him since the day she yelled at him to go get an actual therapist instead of constantly putting his shit on Lucienne, and he actually did. (It is unclear if this or Calliope demanding therapy for him to get visitation with Orpheus was his wake up call catalyst, but probably a bit of both.)

- Lucienne was originally a personal assistant. She now works as his editor since she seems to be the only person who can keep track of all the shit he's written. She is also the only person who can get away with critiquing his works in progress without sending him into a fit where he might burn all his manuscripts.

- When Morpheus started mentioning this Gadling guy a lot, Lucienne paid a visit to the pub. Not to do anything so crude as to threaten a man's life if he breaks her sensitive friend's heart. What could she do anyway? No no. She's just here to smile with zero trace of humor and ask some questions while looking him up and down through her spectacles. Hob will later describe this as one of the most pants shitting moments of his life, and he felt like he got transformed back into a primary school kid who talked slightly too loudly in the library.

- Morpheus went through a slutty phase during and shortly after University that was less of a healthy and fun exploration of his sexuality and libido, and a bit more "I will take anyone who will have me in any way they will want me and I know that if nothing else, I'm pretty."

- Him and Johanna used to have a game seeing who could get more free drinks in one night. This had to be put to an end when it turned into the catalyst for at least three screaming fights between them.

Fight subjects were

Quality vs Quantity. Morpheus insists his ability to get people to buy him a single glass of wine that costs £50 beats Johanna's cheap beers. Johanna disagreed. loudly.

Is it cheating when Morpheus ran to the bathroom to smudge on some eyeliner and then stole Johanna's lip gloss? Is it further cheating when Johanna realized that his main method of getting drinks was "act like Adonai"? Accusations that he would ever act like his horrid annoying younger sibling sent Morpheus into an absolute tantrum.

Competitiveness DID overcome sibling rivalry enough for Morpheus to go to Adonai for makeover assistance. This backfired because it made Morpheus hot to the point of intimidating, and Johanna won that night.

- After Hob starts flirting with him, Morpheus goes suspiciously into a Romantic, Pre-Raphaelite inspired art era featuring lots of noble knights with dark sunlit hair. A lot of them seem to be lured in by dark haired fae entities all La Belle Sans Merci style. It's disgustingly obvious.

-Therapy has made him juuuuust self aware enough to know that he MAYBE tends to go a bit hard and fast with romance. This makes him a little more cautious with Hob than he usually would be, and he's doing a bit of "Hob is so nice and sweet and interested but I'm gonna mess it up :(((" pining. Everyone around him is fucking sick of it. He is not self aware enough to realize he's still going super hard and fast, but this time he's doing it while sighing sadly and drawing Hob in his sketchbook all the fucking time.

#red flags au #human au #Dreamling #gonna make my pinned masterpost to organize shit later today djdjdksk

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gabessquishytum · 23 days

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Hob is that assassin/mercenary/sometimes protection that all the other hitter/enforcers respect and fear a little (a lot) - heck at this point Hob job is almost too easy with all the scaredy punk guys out there who turn in the other direction when they see him. Which, Hob guesses, is helpful since he's mostly doing protection now a days.

Hob doesn’t generally take jobs involving children, but when he was contacted about protecting Orpheus Endless from aggressive kidnapping attempts - bystanders had been hurt during the last attempt, and multiple cars were exploded as a distraction, outside the kid's school - he figures he could at least take a meeting.

Hob was not prepared for the seismic shift in his world when he finally met Morpheus and Orpheus Endless. Morpheus was gorgeous and scared; Orpheus was old enough to know what was going on, but didn’t understand why someone was going through so much trouble to take him from his father. Hob tried to be cool, because this was a serious situation, but he all but said yes without asking for any additional specifics......Orpheus and Morpheus were already his.

Orpheus's other father was Roderick Burgess's preferred son, Randall. When Randall died doing whatever shady illegal "business" Roderick sent him on, Roderick became obsessed with getting his heir back in the form of Orpheus.

YES more of the sexy scary a.m!Hob vibes!!!

Orpheus takes to Hob straight away - he looks past the scary vibes and the perpetual scowl, and sees a man who can lift him and spin him and carry him on his shoulders. Hob submits willingly to all of it, and more. He treats Orpheus like a mini adult, and has very serious conversations with all of his stuffed toys.

And for all he's already in love with Orpheus, he's falling a thousand times harder for Morpheus. Hob takes one look at those strong, determined, angry eyes... and knows that he'll follow this man to the ends of the earth. He proves it, too - next time Roderick sends in his goons, Hob takes great pleasure in executing the whole batch and mailing their fingers back to their boss.

They move to a new city, all three of them, at Morpheus’s request. He doesn't feel safe anymore. Mr Gadling, his charming silent husband and their young son, blend seamlessly into the new neighbourhood. Hob could get a little too used to being Morpheus’s husband, actually. But even if Morpheus rejects him completely, Hob will protect him and his son every day for their rest of his life. And he intends to live for a very long time, so Burgess better watch out...

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw violence

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dragon-kazansky · 2 months

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Symphony of dreams

Morpheus x Female Reader

You are his lover. When Morpheus was captured, you fell into the deep sleep. He has no idea until he returns to his realm where Lucienne tells him what happened. Unable to help you until he gets his tools back, he is more determined than ever to get his full power back.

{Masterlist}

{Previous Chapter} - {Next Chapter}

Warnings: Some more episode content, but my plot picks up again here too.

Chapter Three - Dreams do come true

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The ruby has been altered. Someone had changed it. This was not good. If Morpheus couldn't use his ruby, he would not be back to full power.

He wouldn't be able to wake you.

Morpheus needed to figure out how to get his ruby back. How to get that power back.

He found him.

John Burgess. That was his real name. He had many throughout his life, while his mother, Ethel, moved them around. The ruby had been given to him by his mother. She had stolen the tools when she left Rodrick Burgess.

John had been using the ruby to make people more honest. To make the do and say what they really felt.

No more lies.

It did not end well. The people he was playing with died. Morpheus walked in to claim back his ruby.

Morpheus walked into the diner. The lights were mostly out, and some were flickering. Blood puddled on the floor. John stood when Morpheus came in.

"Hello. I'm John." He spoke softly. "I'm glad you're here. The powers gone out, so there's no TV, and no one left to talk to."

"What is it you think you're doing?" Morpheus asks.

"Saving the world from its lies."

"The ruby wasn't made for that." Morpheus tells him.

"You're The Sandman. My mother was right, she said you would be coming for it."

"You must return it to me so I can repair the damage you have done."

"I'm not giving it to you. It's mine."

"It is harming you, John. And your world."

"It's revealing the truth." John says. "This is the truth of mankind."

"No. You're wrong. This is the truth of mankind." Morpheus shows him how things were meant to be. These people with their lives and their dreams.

John abused the power he has.

"The ruby is hurting you, John. It has too much of my power within it. It stole more when I tried to use it." Morpheus explains.

"Then perhaps if I use it to steal the rest of your powers, I will be the king of dreams."

"If you would rob a dream lord lof his powers, you shall do so in his realm. In dreams."

John turns to find himself standing outside a mansion. The Burgess mansion, to be precise. He goes inside, following a cloaked figure. He follows her into a room, only to discover his mother under the hood.

Then he's back in that room at the hospital being spangled by her.

A dream. A nightmare.

This isn't real.

He uses the ruby and finds himself in the throne room. It's still in disarray. He stands and looks up at the shattered stained glass windows.

"Is this your palace, dream lord? Is this your throne, king of lies?"

Quiet.

"Well it's mine now!"

John uses the ruby, and the walls come burning down. The palace sets alight, and everything burns.

"Are you watching? Can you see me? Using your own powers to burn away your lies."

"You must stop."

The fire stops. John turns to see The Sandman in his helm.

"It is not too late to save yourself."

"Oh, you think it's me that needs saving?"

"Your father stole the ruby from me and cursed you with it." Morpheus tells him.

"You mean he blessed me with it.

John holds the ruby up in his hand. It glows. "Your reign ended when my father captured you." He walks towards Morpheus. "Your kingdom is my birthright."

The ruby appears to be taking all of Morpheus' power.

"Your power resides within me. How does it feel to know I hold your life in my hands?"

Morpheus crumples to the ground.

"You're hurting... the dreamers." Morpheus manages to say.

"Well, it's time they woke up!"

John crushes the ruby in his palm. The shards fall to the ground beneath him. The palace is gone.

"I did it." John stands. "I killed him. I won."

"Thank you, John."

John looks up to find himself standing in the plam of The Sandman. He isn't dead. He was very much alive.

"But I killed you..."

"You destroyed the ruby and released the power inside. I would never have thought of that. I had forgotten just how much of myself I had placed in the jewel." Morpheus explains.

"Are you going to kill me?"

"I could. Perhaps I will. But the dream stone was not made for mortals, and it came to you through no fault of your own. So no, John, I will not kill you."

Morpheus lays John down in his bed.

"Sleep well, John."

Morpheus walked away. He had his powers back. He was going to fix everything. He was going to wake you.

The rebuilding could begin.

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Morpheus entered the room quietly. Matthew and Lucienne were giving him space. The raven promised to tell the Liberian everything that had happened.

You were so still. Sound asleep.

Morpheus did not make a sound as he sat on the edge of the bed and reached for your hand. His long pale fingers curled around yours gently. His thumb stroked over your ring.

"I'm here, my love. I came back."

He reaches out with his other hand to touch your cheek softly. He leans over you ever so slightly.

"I am home."

He leans down and presses his lips to your forehead. As he does so, his hand remains wrapped around yours.

Wake up, my love.

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You are standing in nothingness. Dark as far as you can see. There is not a soul in sight. There is not a thing in sight. Just nothing.

Wake up.

You can hear it echoing in the dark. A voice. Soothing, familiar. It sounds like home. Where is home? How do you get to it?

Wake up.

"I'm trying."

You stop and take a deep breath. You loft your hand and look at your ring. He is home. He will take you home. You lift your hand up and gently press your ring against your bottom lip.

"I want to go home."

I am home. Wake up.

"Morpheus?"

"I am here, my love. Wake. I shall be there."

You close your eyes and take some deep breaths. You think of the palace. The throne room. Your room. The room you share with the king of dreams. You smile.

"My love."

Your eyes open and suddenly there is something. Someone. No more darkness. You feel warmth. You feel him.

"Morpheus?"

Your eyes meet his blue ones, and he smiles. You go to say something but don't get the chance. You're scooped up into his long arms and pressed against his chest. You feel your heart beating as you wrap your arms around him.

"You're home."

"Yes, my love. I am home."

You cling to each other, scared to let go again. You grab the back of his coat to feel the fabric against your skin. You inhale sharply to remember his scent. You squeeze him to make sure he is really there.

"I am sorry," he whispers.

"What for?"

"For leaving you."

"You did not leave me. Not by choice."

He pulls away and settles his hands on your arms. He takes a good look at you.

"I was captured and kept prisoner in a basement for a century. Our realm crumbled. You slept, unable to wake until I was able to wake you. It is my fault."

You reach out and cradle his face.

"No. No, it is not. Never say that."

He spent the next few moments looking at you. You're still as beautiful as the day he left. He feared that if he had been trapped any longer than he had, he would have forgotten your face. He never wanted to forget you.

"I love you," he whispers.

"I love you too."

Morpheus once again takes you in his arms and holds you. He needed time with his wife. He has a lot to make up for.

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#symphony of dreams #morpheus x reader #the sandman #female reader #dragon writes

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genericpuff · 2 months

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Just saw your response to someone asking about plot points you hate. Can I ask why you don't like Athena/Hestia? From what I remember (take this with a grain of salt because while I've read the whole comic it's more in a junk food, read and forget til next time kind of thing)

From what I remember it's not a huge plot point? Like its just kinda.. there? It doesn't really impact much of the story at large.

Also I agree with the hades/thanatos thing, that's kinda odd and it doesn't make hades any better or more sympathetic of a protagonist. If I remember right, doesn't he abandon thanatos or push him away?

I have issues with the Hestia x Athena plotline the same way I have issues with the Hera x Echo plotline. It all feels shoehorned in for the sake of seeming 'inclusive' towards gay relationships, but gets next to no actual development or screentime aside from the odd lip service meant to benefit Rachel.

Especially when Hestia and Athena were already embraced as LGBTQ+ icons to begin with and didn't need to be shipped together to make it possible. Rachel has a really hard time comprehending aroace identities and this is present even back in her Tumblr days-

If Hestia and Athena are still supposed to be at least ace in LO then we haven't seen any indication of that. So it just makes them look hypocritical as fuck for running the "virgins only club" that is TGOEM (and even going so far as to punish Persephone for being around Hades by confiscating his gift to her) and that unfortunately makes them look like really terrible people which isn't a great look for the only lesbian couple in the story (at least until Eros and Hera were established but whether or not they're an actual couple now or if that was just a one time kiss scene remains to be seen). Like even the reveal that they're together is Artemis figuring it out and then being pissed that she's the "only one following the rules", not them coming out about it on their own terms.

Also no, the Hestia x Athena plotline wasn't as big as the other plotlines, but it was one of the ones that felt so out of left field and forced when it was first established. Plus I'd just love for them to be aroace rep again, there are characters who are legitimate gay icons that got erased so that Rachel could retroactively shove it into other characters without any reasoning or relevance to the plot.

I honestly wouldn't have been so salty about the Hestia x Athena plotline if it were just written better (and if it didn't reek of aroace erasure) and that goes for a lot of the queer relationships in LO, because so many of them are only given the tiniest ounces of screentime, enough for Rachel to take credit for being "inclusive" but not enough for her to actually have a diverse cast. Morpheus is the most consistently present character we've gotten for LGBTQ+ rep and now even she's been fridged :/

Anyways, as for Hades and Thanatos, yeah, the retcon that Hades was a 'father figure' to Thanatos the whole time seems like it was purely written in to make Thanatos look like a hypocrite for having very reasonable concerns regarding the special treatment being given to Persephone at work. But then Rachel had to actually resolve that plotline so in S3 she had Hades approach Thanatos in search of his brother just for them to have a weak 'heart to heart' where Thanatos took the blame for being a 'handful' and Hades trauma dumped and never really took accountability for everything. The fact that we're supposed to believe they have a father-son dynamic really makes the first season gross to read because the whole time Hades is legitimately treating Thanatos like scum. It absolutely does NOT make Hades more likeable, even with the attempt to 'redeem' him which really just made him look like an even bigger asshole u.u

#ask me anything #ama #anon ama #anon ask me anything #lo critical #antiloreolympus #anti lore olympus

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why-what-no · 2 years

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Caged Love

Pairing: Morpheus x Fem!Burgess!Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: The adopted daughter of Alex Burgess finds out about Morpheus. When a love blossoms between the two, she must decide between her family and the trapped Dreamlord

Requested by: @writing-fanics

Throughout (Y/N) Burgess’s youth, she had picked up whispers of her family’s past. Her grandfather was said to have trapped a god, to have taken it’s power for his own. He had been a warlock, and (Y/N) had began to play pretend as a magic user when she learned that.

Before her fathers banned her from that, however. He didn’t want any more magic in the family.

She had been adopted at a young age by Alex Burgess and his husband. Originally the girl was the child of a gardener who died unexpectedly, and the owners of the house had then taken her in as their daughter. Alex never expected to have a child, but he loved her like his own.

And eventually, when she grow into an adult, he revealed to her his greatest secret. The god trapped by his father was real, only he wasn’t a god. He was the Sandman, and he was in their basement.

(Y/N) asked her father about releasing him, staring at the trapped and helpless man-shaped figure. The sight of him broke her heart, and he was just staring at her with bitterness in his eyes. He looked like a fallen angel.

But her father’s reply was harsh. He would kill all of us, he told her, his kind is vengeful and letting him go would be a death sentence. So instead of freeing the Dream lord, she allowed her father to led her out of the room.

But she would return, unable to get Dream’s eyes out her of mind. Every few days, she’d enter the basement and sit on the floor in front of the sigils on the floor. (Y/N) would speak to him, getting a little discouraged as he never said anything back. But she still continued, wanting to keep him company. Telling him about her day, asking questions that she knew he wouldn’t answer.

However, things began to change.

Dream still didn’t say anything to her, but the look in his eyes whenever he saw her had changed. It was much less bitter than it was when (Y/N)’s fathers were present. She got attached to him, worried about him, disgusted with herself for not doing anything.

Finally it all became to much, and she snuck down to the basement at midnight. If she were to guess, she’d say that he seemed surprised to see her at that time of night. (Y/N) considered begging him not to hurt anyone. But her father had been doing that for decades, and nothing had happened.

“I should have done this earlier. I’m sorry.” Was all she said, scuffing the sigils with her toe. Making sure that the security guards didn’t see.

She dashed out of the basement but froze when she heard gunshots from the basement. Morpheus didn’t have a gun. Only the guards did. Terror seized her at the thought of Morpheus in danger and she immediately returned to the basement.

“Get out of here Miss Burgess!” One of the guards yelled, a bright light surrounding Morpheus as they shot at him. (Y/N) yelled at them to stop, but a large force of energy hit her and the guards. Hitting her head as she was slammed against the wall. Losing consciousness as she realized that she had probably made a mistake.

***

Morpheus tried to keep the girl out of his head, using his mission to get his tools back as a convenient distraction. But now that everything was back to normal, he found himself searching for the woman who had freed him.

“I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.” (Y/N) commented when she first saw him since she freed him. He noticed her hands shaking slightly as he stood in front of her, obviously nervous that he would hurt her.

“Neither did I.”

“I could have died because of you. I saw what you did to my dad.” It was obvious she didn’t trust him, just like he hadn’t trusted her.

Having been so used to humans betraying him, he had expected her to be like the others. Expected her to be like her family.

But she had been kind to him, spoke to him. He had wanted to hate her, told himself that it was always the ones who masked themselves in beauty and kindness that were the worst of enemies. However, when she had freed him, he had realized that maybe there was some good in the different worlds.

“I’m sorry that you were injured. It was not my intention.” She seemed so fragile next to him, so human. “As for your father, he made his choice long ago.”

She looked like she wanted to argue, but knew he was right. So Morpheus continued. “I came to thank you, and to see you again.”

“See me?”

He nodded. “You’re a good person. One of few. Throughout my time imprisoned… you were the one good part in all of it.”

“I’m sorry I took so long to help you.” Her response was quiet, guilty. But he just smiled regretfully.

“You were loyal to your family, and you didn’t trust me.” He hadn’t forgiven the rest of her family, but in his eyes, (Y/N) had done no wrong. “I only wish that…”

“What?”

“I don’t regret keeping silent in my imprisonment, but I would like to now have a change to speak to you.

Her heart raced at his words, scarcely believing it. “Speak to me? Like get to know me or something?” She stuttered.

“You were kind, I don’t see that very often.” He tried to avoid telling her the full truth, that he just wanted to be around her. That he hoped that she would maybe… be interested in what he had to say just like he was about her. “Come back with me to my Realm.”

He expected her to protest, to say no. But, he should have learned not to expect anything about her. “Alright.”

She sounded eager.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” She confirmed. “It’s not like I’m really wanted back home anymore. And I wanna talk to you too.”

He couldn’t hide his smile at her reply, hopeful that this would go better than his previous experiences with women.

Unbeknownst to him (at least at the moment), he didn’t have to worry about that. She was just as fascinated with him as she was with him. And as they got closer over the time they spent together; they both knew they had made the right choice.

Somehow the granddaughter of the man Morpheus hated, became his greatest love.

#the sandman x reader #the sandman #morpheus x reader #Morpheus #the sandman dream #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless #my fics

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ghosttownwherenoonegoes · 9 months

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'Ruined' domesticity - e.m. x gn!reader ft. Uncle Wayne (dad💗)

Summary: You and Eddie are both cuddling in bed after a long day full of all the usual bullshit and just as you reach your threshold consciousness, Uncle Wayne comes home from work and you 'ruin' the moment by launching out of bed to give him a hug. Uncle Wayne would later call it a 'flying tackle', but you won't care. All you ever want is the Munsons home together with you, and they're here. This is just another favourite part of your day, but it always happens right at the end... as Uncle Wayne comes home, you and Eddie come home to yourselves. Home is where the heart is.

A/N: Inspired by a conversation @thefreak0fhawkinshigh and I have had a few times. I couldn't get this little daydream out of my head. If you spot the LOTR reference, I'm giving you a forehead kissie.💗This is self-indulgent as all hell, I just wanna attack Uncle Wayne in a hug and call him dad and feel him hug me back. I just want to be loved by a parent since my own do not care.

TW; this is just fluff but in case it's triggering to anyone, there's swearing in the narrative, Eddie is a squeezer and I describe his hugs as being held by a boa constrictor (positive, affectionate, I adore snakes and Eddie), mentions of unspecified stresses in your lives, reader calls Uncle Wayne 'dad'; there is no familial connection but he's a definitive paternal figure to Y/N, mentions of reader's parents not taking good care of them so Uncle Wayne is very much their father figure and fulfils the role perfectly because of course he does!😭🥺

Gender neutral reader & no coded language.

People who wanted to be tagged: @ali-r3n @jslittlebirdie

Word count: 2, 080.

Finally, finally, you were exactly where you had wanted to be even before you had dragged yourself out of bed this morning.

Wrapped up in Eddie Munson's arms, and he in yours.

Limbs tangled together, heads sharing the same pillow, your arms around one another so tightly that you could feel his heart pounding against the safety of his ribcage and fluttering against your own. You could feel your own heart racing, too, your blood singing in your ears even as you laid there waiting for Morpheus to embrace you.

The 'you' was singular but it included you and Eddie, for nowhere would either of you go where the other couldn't follow.

Eddie hummed contentedly as you pushed your body into his, curling your arms tighter around his shoulders as you nuzzled the cool tip of your nose into the crook of his neck.

"Love you so much, Eddie," you mumbled, carelessly pressing kisses to whatever part of him was nearest, "don't know what I'd do without you."

Eddie had a feeling that you had more to say, so he squeezed you even tighter into him, until not even a sheet of paper could have been slid between your bodies, and awkwardly moved so that he could kiss the top of your head. "I love you too, sweetheart." No matter whether you were mid-intense discussion or half asleep, you and Eddie always said those few words back to each other. Even if such a 'rule' hadn't already been in the Munson Doctrine, you would have made it an addition; Eddie knowing how important he was to you was always a top priority. The thought of Eddie not knowing how loved he was made you feel genuinely sick.

"I just miss you all the time," you sighed, "even when you're right here." You squeezed Eddie and he playfully groaned, pretending to be in pain from the strength of your grip. "Want you around all the time. More I have, the more I want of you. Don't wanna let go."

"Whoa, hey," Eddie grinned a megawatt grin which left your heart aching, giddy was he to know just how loved he was by you, his eyes soft with all the love in the world because he never thought he'd ever have this with anyone, let alone with you, "you don't have to miss me, okay? I promise. I'm right here, sweetheart." He tightened his arms around you again until you felt, for a second, like you were being held by a boa constrictor (and you loved it when Eddie held you like that). It was a silent reciprocation of everything you had just shared, and a mutual need to have you as close to him as possible. In turn, you pressed kisses where you could reach. With you and Eddie, the more affection which was shared, the more the love grew. Your hearts were so big anyway but they were limitless and timeless when it came to each other.

You could never get enough of Eddie; your heart squeezed so much that it made your chest physically ache with the force of all the love you held for him. You both laid there, wrapped up in one another's embrace and not willing to let go for even a second. Little more was said as the both of you wound down for the night. Just holding each other, breathing and thinking and finally finding peace in one another's company after yet another crazy day full of too much to do and little time to do it in, mixed up with all the usual bullshit which life liked to throw at you like you weren't already busy enough.

You and Eddie were creeping closer and closer to your respective threshold consciousness, but just as you allowed yourself to properly settle down with the intention to sleep, you heard the roar of a van coming down through the trailer park, tyres crunching on gravel, and then the sound of a car door opening and closing. Boots bit down on gravel and then concrete, and you froze as you realised that the steps the feet were ascending were the ones outside the trailer. Which meant only one thing:

Uncle Wayne was home.

There was the familiar jangle of keys and before you even realised what was happening, your body was wriggling out of bed. Now that Uncle Wayne was home, there was no way you would relax enough to fall asleep without being able to say hello and give him a proper hug.

"Mm?" Eddie sleepily shuffled around, his hands patting around for you. "Wassit?" It would have been enough to make you get back into bed at any other time, but this was Uncle Wayne. You could cuddle Eddie any time you wanted, but Uncle Wayne was only around for limited hours every day and you always made a point to seize every opportunity for a hug that you could. He was more of a father to you than either of your parents had ever been, and he had only been too honoured the first time you had told him. He was used to you greeting him excitedly and always with some sense of urgency. You had been waiting for this moment all night and now he was here.

"Dad!" You hissed, shaking Eddie gently, "dad's home!" you were desperately dodging Eddie's grabby hands as you tried to untangle yourself from the hot bedsheets which you and Eddie had been sharing for several hours. Finally, you got yourself free, hopping awkwardly on one foot to make sure that you didn't trip over the sheets wrapped around your toes. You moved much faster than your sleep-heavy mind could comprehend as you were already in the hallway by the time your mind told you that your limbs were cold from being in bed for so long. "Dad's home dad's home dad's home!!!!" Your words quickly became nonsensical as your excitement heightened and you ran down the hall, just catching a blur of red and blue flannel closing the front door behind him, a hand deftly locking it, before you launched yourself at it. "Dad!!!"

Uncle Wayne was very used to being attacked when he came home from work. Anyone who knew him, though no one knew him better than you and Eddie, knew that he adored being attacked when he came home. It meant that he was home, that he was safe, that he was loved. Eddie had been throwing himself out of trees and vans and into his Uncle's arms for as long as he could remember, but now you did the same thing... it had been just over a year since you had begun to date Eddie and you were well and truly a Munson now. Honourary, at least. But still... a Munson.

And that meant that you were 'allowed' (encouraged) to indulge in the luxury of doing what Eddie liked to do every morning before school after setting up the trailer so that his dad could reheat dinner, shower and then collapse into the bed Eddie unfolded and set up for him - throw yourself at Uncle Wayne in a hug. But more than that, oh, more than that... you would be caught, held tightly, and feel yourself coming home just like Eddie did, when he did the same.

If anyone other than a Munson tried to do to Uncle Wayne what you and Eddie loved doing, then woe betide them. Being loved by a Munson as a Munson came with a different set of rules, a different way of expressing and sharing love. The only exception to that may well have been Dustin... everyone loved Dustin, and for good reason. He, too, could score an Uncle Wayne hug, but he would not have been allowed a moment of flight beforehand, unlike you and Eddie.

Uncle Wayne's arms were already open for you; he had heard you almost yell Eddie out of his threshold consciousness and then bound down the hallway, through the living room, and then -

home.

Uncle Wayne grunted, a gruff oof as you collided with him in that red and blue flannel you loved so well. He didn't stumble, he didn't falter. No, he merely adjusted his feet, caught you in his arms, and held on tight. "Well, it ain't a proper homecoming 'less someone throws themselves at me." Uncle Wayne's greeting was saturated with laughter, his ocean blues deeply creased at the edges and alight with tender affection. He squeezed you in his arms and you nuzzled in, smiling to yourself as your body took a natural deep breath of its own accord. "Hey there, darlin'," Uncle Wayne ducked his head down to press a kiss to the top of your head; it was all he could see of you. You moved your arms so that instead of being over the top of his flannel, you moved them down and then under his flannel, where it was warmer and closer to your dad. "Take it you missed me?"

"Even when you're here." You squeezed Uncle Wayne around the middle, letting yourself sink into the hug with the man who was more of a father to you than either of your parents had ever been combined. You didn't want to let go but you knew that you would have to eventually. "How was work?"

"Miss you too, darlin'. You and our Eddie." Uncle Wayne sighed between greeting you and answering your question; the exhaustion in his voice made your breath get stuck in your throat. "Oh, same old, y'know." You had the feeling that Uncle Wayne was going to elaborate a little, but before he did, there was a loud and overdramatic sigh from behind you. You gave Uncle Wayne one final big squeeze before you stepped away from him. You stayed close, though, and waited to see if your Eddie would join you in greeting his dad.

"Would you quit stealin' Y/N from me, man?" Eddie's words were harsh, but his tone was soaked with barely restrained laughter as he bounded across the trailer. He skidded to a stop in front of his dad, thought better of it and then jumped at Uncle Wayne, throwing his arms around his dad's shoulders as he pulled himself in.

Uncle Wayne chuckled. "I did no such thing! Y/N attacked me!" He held onto Eddie like if he let go, then Eddie would slip through his fingers like the sands of time. "I ain't gonna complain about that, you know I ain't." Just like with you, Uncle Wayne let himself both sink into his hug with Eddie as well as be the strong wall for Eddie to melt into. The hug between the Munson men went on for longer than the hug you had with Uncle Wayne, but that was okay - you could have a hug from him any time you wanted, all you had to do was ask. And sometimes, you didn't even have to ask; just one look at you, when you were in a certain mood, and Uncle Wayne knew that you needed to be sandwiched between him and his boy for an undetermined amount of time. Uncle Wayne tried to let go of Eddie, but the boy whined and Uncle Wayne smiled to himself and squeezed Eddie tighter. "Easy, son, that's it. You know I ain't lettin' go 'til you want me to. M'right here."

Eddie sniffled and mumbled something like, "never gonna want you to let me go, dad," and your heart melted into a puddle on the floor, right along Uncle Wayne's. You weren't supposed to hear it, only Eddie's dad was, so you let Eddie keep his secret. Finally, Eddie literally wriggled his way free and found his way back to you as Uncle Wayne turned to look around the trailer. He saw the pull out sofa ready for him with the duvet pulled back and the pillows fluffed up, he saw frying pans and dishes on the draining board next to the sink and suspected that dinner leftovers were waiting for him in the fridge (he was right), and that the shower would be ready for him as well with pyjamas and his usual products (it was). His kids had made sure that all he had to do was eat, shower and then sleep, and warmth bloomed in Uncle Wayne's chest like flowers in a garden.

An eternal spring day, deep inside, forever.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x gn!reader #wayne munson #the munsons #eddie and wayne munson #stranger things #stranger things x reader

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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 1 year

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𓅨 Momma

Momma: You had fallen into the habit of feeding some stray kittens near your house in London, soon encounter a beautiful black tom cat. What’s the worst that could happen by befriending a tom cat and his passel of kittens?

Warnings: Meowpheus, Morpheus is in Love (And A Little Stalkerish in Cat Form).

To Note: Meowpheus x Female!Reader.

Word Count: ~3.7k

Morpheus was once again walking the streets of London in cat form, heading in the direction of a family of stray kittens that had been cruelly abandoned on the side of the road by humanity. His pitch back fur blended in easily with the shadows, enabling him to wind his way through the city with little to no attention drawn. Though one glance at him, and one might question the size of such a large house cat. The little pack of kittens he had happened upon by chance once day had all been scrawny things, undernourished with patchy hair. They had been so lost without the guidance of their parents, so Morpheus has stepped in. He had guided the kittens on how to safely survive on the streets, taught them how to feed themselves on mice and other rodents, and all around provided a comforting parental figure.

Then the little ones had started to gain more weight, their scrawny figures filling out so their weight was far more healthy then it had been. Morpheus had noted that there were little trays of water set out in the alley the kittens resided in, they were regularly refilled and cleaned. It was obvious that someone other then Morpheus had taken notice of the strays.

Morpheus padded his way into the back alley, and the moment the kittens spotted him, they all came charging over to him with chirps and meows of greeting. They all had gotten into the habit of calling him father, a notion that tugged on Morpheus’s heart as thoughts of his long dead son surfaced, but he couldn’t bear to tell them to stop. Not when they looked at him with such happiness and innocence. Morpheus walked himself over to a nice spot to stretch out and plopped his body down, enjoying watching the kittens wrestle with each other. They had been dealt a bad card, but it hadn’t affected their happiness. He was in the middle of carefully observing the two youngest rolling around, fighting over a bottle cap, when all six kittens froze in place and perked up. Morpheus himself twitched an ear at the sound of incoming feet. Seconds later all six kittens were scrambling in the direction of the far side of the alley, their little voices echoing the same word, over and over. Momma. Momma. Momma. Momma. Momma. Momma.

Morpheus saw feet appear, and lifting a lazy but attentive blue eye, he watch as you made your way down the alley, the kittens all running towards you with cries of happiness. You stopped short to avoid stepping on the kittens circling your legs, and as they further cried up at you with repeated ‘Momma’, you bent down, setting the box you held aside and and stroked their heads with a giggle. The youngest of the kittens rose up on his back legs and pressed his claws into your stocking covered knee. You ignored the pinpricks of pain the kitten claws gave your skin and chuckled at the kitten demanding your full attention.

“It’s lovely to see you too, little one,” You spoke softly, your voice just barely traveling across the alleyway. More kittens started pawing at your legs, ripping into your stockings. You gently started peeling the mewling kittens off your legs and reached into the cardboard box you had been carrying. Your hands pulled out a stack of metal bowls and you carefully started setting them down, one after another, right in a row. Morpheus eyed the bowls, now understanding that you were the reason that the kittens were doing so well now. You had been feeding and caring for them. The kittens were being extra loud now, boisterous even, as you started scooping kibble into each of the dishes. It was amusing to watch as the kittens devoured the foot you gave them with the gusto of a fully grown cat. You were pacing away the plastic container of kibble when you finally noticed Morpheus.

He hadn’t moved from his lounging spot, bright blue eyes watching you ever so carefully. You adjusted were your squatted, a frown appearing on your face.

“Oh, I didn’t notice you,” You quietly commented, your head tilting to the side. Your frown deepened as you looked at the container of kitten kibble. “I only have kitten kibble but you’re clearly an adult… I’m sure it makes no difference to you.” You wished to offer him food? Morpheus had no need for sustenance, and anything you offer to him was better spent on the little ones. You stayed long enough to let the kittens finish their meals and pack away their metal bowls. When you were lifting your box up, you gave Morpheus one last look. The kittens had returned to him, their bellies full, and were content to pile up for a nap around him. It was a very familial sight. “They’re lucky to have you, I’m afraid I can only do so much for them as a human.”

It was week three of you stopping by the alley after work to feed the kittens, and Morpheus had gotten to know your weekly habits well by following you around in his cat form. He had even dipped into your dreams when you slept at night to get a better picture of what your hopes and dreams were. You were an unusually kind human and the sparkle that glowed in your eyes when you visited the kittens had taken the Endless’s heart captive. His interest in you had finally led him to follow you home this night. You were oblivious to your follower, that is until Morpheus had hopped up onto the stone wall that ran in-between your cottage and the neighboring one, and you checked your postbox. You blinked in confusion as Morpheus sat on the wall and stared at you, his tail swishing around lightly.

“Well hello, handsome,” You spoke with that lovely smile of yours. In the last couple of weeks, the older cat that had been a regular in the alley had taken more interest in you and even let you pet silky black fur. You weren’t sure if he was the kitten’s father, but he sure acted like it. The cat blinked at you and sniffed the air, you looked down at your work blouse. “Do I smell bad? My coworker wore an ungodly amount of cologne today and I swear the entire floor could smell it. It’s going to take weeks for it to dissipate.” Your nose scrunched in distaste and you offered your fingers to him. “I won’t blame you if you don’t want to even touch me, I’m getting a headache just thinking about it.”

Morpheus could agree that the stench of cologne was quite repellent… but he could smell your own sweet scent beneath the noxious notes of the male coworker. You never smelled bad, even after a bad day. So he stretched his neck out and brushed his cheeks across your fingers, marking them with his scent in a territorial way. He could defend his actions by simply stating that he was acting as a cat should… his own territorial desires aside. You finished getting your post and dug out the key to your flat, glancing at the cat once more.

“Would you like to come in?” You offered to the obsidian feline. “You’ve proven to be quite the company, Mr.” Morpheus would gladly follow you into your home to spend just a few minutes more with you. So he nimbly jumped down from the stone wall and trotted after you as you opened your front door. Morpheus didn’t need any direction in your home, he knew the footprint of your flat quite well after watching you piddle around through the window of your kitchen. So he trotted through the front hall to your kitchen and jumped up into the spare chair at the table. You came walking in, riffling through your mail and muttering under your breath. “Be glad you are a cat, Handsome, because junk mail is the worst.” You slapped the stack on the table and went to turn the kettle on for tea.

You further rambled about your day at work to Morpheus, who had learned that you had a coworker who consistently harassed the female staff on your floor, someone who repeatedly stole lunches from the communal fridge, and the worker in the next cubical over tended to play their music a touch too loudly at the worst of times. Morpheus often wondered why you stayed at your job in the first place since it gave you much grief, not to mention overtime… you often came to the alley looking rundown and in need of a good rest. By the time you were sipping your tea at the table, you looked worse for wear. You fell asleep at the table that night, Morpheus calmly watching over you.

You had beaten Morpheus to the kittens this night, but unlike your usual routine, you were far from smiling and giggling. No, you were hunched over in place, ignoring the London rain flooding downwards from the sky. You were soaked, shivering, and very much obviously upset. Morpheus didn’t like that. Rather than approach you in cat form like he had the past five months, he shifted into his human form and slowly approached you. You were oblivious to him until a coat was draping around your trembling and wet shoulders.

You jerked in place slightly when the fabric was placed around your shoulders and looking up, you saw than inhumanely beautiful man. It was his coat around your shoulders… but you were wet, dirty! You went to remove the warm and fancy material from your shoulders. He stopped you with a voice that was hypnotizing.

“I believe you have more use for my coat that this moment.” Morpheus spoke to you as his eyes stared into your red and puffy face. You had been crying and the mascara and eyeliner had ran. You sniffed and wiped at your cheek.

“That’s kind of you, thank you,” You whispered out, your fingers curling into the jacket. It was unbelievably warm and dissipated the chill that had set within your bones since you had marched your ass out of your work— no, that wasn’t right, you had quit before you got fired for smacking the shit out of your now former coworker. One of the kittens mewed and stood up on its hind legs, balancing on your shin as it stared at you with its big and innocent little eyes. “Today has not been my day I fear.”

Morpheus blinked and tilted his head to the side. Oh today was most definitely not your day. He had never seen you so worn down your upset. A few of the kittens marched over to Morpheus and started demanding his attention. Father. Father. Father. Father. Father. Morpheus joined you in your crouch, giving the demanding attention.

“I’ve never seen you before but the kittens seem to be familiar with you,” You softly commented as the youngest started batting at your fingers, playing with them. Morpheus gazed at your with a soft smile.

“I visit periodically,” He explained simply. “Today I decided to change my schedule.” You hummed before looking around for the silky black tom cat.

“There’s usually a gorgeous black tom cat hanging around,” You commented, teasing a kitten with a twirl of your fingers. “I think he’s their father or at least guardian. It’s strange that he’s not here today.”

“I’m sure he is close by,” Morpheus reassured you, knowing that you were rather fond of his cat visits and proclivity to follow you home. “Forgive me for prying, but it appears that you are in distress.” You sniffed again and wiped your nose with the back of your hand with a strained chuckle.

“Oh, yeah, kind of.” You started, tilting your head back to look up at the stormy skies overhead. “So… I punched my coworker today because I couldn’t take his sexual harassment of my friend anymore and then subsequently quit my job so I didn’t get fired and I don’t regret anything because the hours and pay sucked and my coworkers looked at me like I was their hero but now I’m out of a job and it sucks and—“ You stopped mid word vomit. “Sorry I didn’t mean to dump that all on you.”

“I doubt it would have done you any good to keep that bottled up.” Morpheus gently told you, secretly glad you had finally quit that horrid job of yours. You deserved so much better. A few of the kittens got into a fight a few feet from you, and standing up, you quickly stepped over to break them apart.

“Oh you naughty little ones, you aren’t supposed to be fighting with each other!” You chided them as you placed them back on the ground. “Stop picking on each other.” Morpheus couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you chiding the little ones like you were exactly what they thought you were. Their momma.

“You are quite gentle with them, do you have any of your own?” Morpheus asked while rising to his feet. He knew the answer but wanting to extend the conversation for as long as he could. You shook your head and wrapped his coat further around your shivering body.

“No, I— well I suppose my job kept be so busy with work I thought it wouldn’t be fair to keep an animal at home always waiting for me, so no, I don’t have pets of my own.” You sighed softly and and looked at the mystery man. “I probably wouldn’t be a very good parent.” You thought you would be a bad parent? After everything you had done for the little ones?

“I wouldn’t say that,” Morpheus answered, looking down at you wrapped up in his coat. “You are taking care of these little ones quite well.” You flushed under his praise and looked down at the jacket you wore around your shoulders. At times you could have sworn that you saw stars glimmering on the silken underside of the jacket. Then you remembered that if you were wearing his coat to protect you from the rain, what was protecting him? You went to remove the coat once more, his hands were physically stopping you. “I have business to attend to and I should not like to leave you here in the rain unprotected.”

Why couldn’t all men be as kind and considerate as him? You sighed in resignation and nodded.

“Okay,” You agreed before glancing over your shoulder to the direction your house was in. “But I would feel bad if I leave you without your jack—“ When you turned back around he was gone. “et…” You trailed off as the kittens repeatedly meowed and pawed at your ankles. “Oh I do hope I see you again because this jacket feels like it cost a fortune.” You hummed with a sigh. Then, like a little burst of sunshine, a silky black cat emerged from the shadows of a nearby building. You darted over with a wide smile.

“You’re here!” You exclaimed, crouching down in front of the tom cat and stroking his head with your free hand. He purred and bumped his head against your palm. Handsome, as you had taken to calling him, eagerly wound around in figure eights in front of you, purring loudly and rubbing every bit of his cheeks against your cold fingers. “We had a visitor here today,” You softly explained as the kittens came scrambling over and wove themselves around you and Handsome, loud and cheerful. “He left without his jacket though,” you looked down at the dark material encompassing your shoulders.

Thinking about what the man had said, you look down at the little kittens and decided right there in the rain to change their futures. Looking at the box that had the cat food and dishes, you reached for the kittens one at a time and placed them within the box. In no time, you had all of them safely tucked away with Handsome sitting calmly next to you, blinking at you with his incredible blue eyes. You then noticed they were strikingly similar in color to the mystery man’s. It was a very beautiful blue color that shimmered with stars. How odd that they had matching eyes. Never mind that, you needed to get these kittens taken are of.

“Alright then, let’s get the little ones home, yes?” You questioned Handsome, picking up the box with the mewling kittens. As you headed home, he followed you step in step, quite pleased that you had a smile on your face once more. The kittens had quieted by the time you were backing into your house, letting Handsome trot ahead of you. Kicking the door shut behind you, you headed straight for the bathroom. If you were going to let the little ones stay with you for now, they were going to need a bath.

“Well that was chaos,” You murmured tiredly from where you sat at your kitchen table, Handsome sitting on the tabletop next to you. He head butted your arm and purred loudly. You chuckled and scratched him under the chin. “I think the little ones have exhausted themselves, thank god for that because I don’t know if I would been able to keep up with them running around my feet.”

Morpheus agreed. The little kittens had exhausted themselves after you had bathed them clean of the street and rain. Now they slept in your bathtub on a bed of towels you had thrown into your dryer while you bathed them. They hadn’t moved since you put them there.

Your tired eyes glanced at the black jacket you had neatly folded over your spare dining chair. You hoped that you would run into the mystery man in that alley once more, you needed to return his jacket. Which you were now sure that stars glimmered in the lining. It was strange and beautiful at the same time. Sighing, you pushed back from your seat and stretched your tired limbs. It was late, you were tired, and you really needed to get some quality sleep after the day you had. So, standing up from your seat, you walked over to your front door and opened it to let the tom cat out for the night.

The black tom cat just blinked at you from where he sat on the table, not the least bit interested in leaving.

“Oh come on, Handsome,” You coaxed. “I hardly think you’ll want to spend the entire night in my house. Not after being a street cat. Come on, out you go because I am tired and need to go to bed.” He didn’t budge. You sighed again and gestured to the door. “Handsome,” you cooed softly, Morpheus started purring, your silky voice like a drug to him. “If you don’t want to spent the night here, you need to leave.”

Morpheus jumped down from your table, but rather than trot over to you and leave, he padded his way over to the door to your bedroom and sat in front of it. Then he looked back at you, his silver blue eyes twinkling. Oh were you really going to give in to the demand of a street cat? Decidedly so. You shut and locked your door before heading back to your bathroom. The kittens were still knocked out in the bathtub, and they had access the makeshift litter box you made and to the water bowl. They would be fine until morning.

“Alright, Handsome, let’s get ready for bed, shall we?” You asked as you opened your bedroom door and let the demanding cat into your room. He strut in like he owned the place and jumped up onto your nightstand. While you changed into your pajamas, Morpheus sniffed the clock on the nightstand and the picture of you with another woman. She looked like an older version of you. When you pulled your shirt over your head and undid your bra, Morpheus, at the very least, turned his head to give you privacy. You were oblivious of course, but certainly deserved his respect.

Dressed in your sleep clothes, you turned the lights off and climbed into your bed. Morpheus jumped onto your bed and then boldy sat directly on your chest, staring directly into your eyes.

“You’re not sleeping there,” You told him, reaching up and stroking his face once more. “No matter how handsome you are Handsome.” Morpheus purred and pushed his face further against your touch. In truth he had become addicted to your company and wished for more than just your touches when he was a cat. He wanted to woo you, court you, wanted to sweep you off your feet, in his human form. It was a good thing he had made sure to leave while you still had his coat. It gave him a reason to see you again.

You pulled him off your chest and rolled onto your side, tucking him against your chest so you could feel the warmth and vibrations from his body.

“When the weather clears up, I think I will go in search of my mystery man.” You murmured, your fingers running along Morpheus’s back. Morpheus was pleased by your words and snuggled himself into your side.

You had your mystery man’s jacket draped over your arm as you walked down the damp street in London. The rain had finally ceased its downpour and you were taking this chance to visit the alley once more. Turning down it, you felt that the alley wasn’t the same without the tiny yet powerful mewling of the kittens. But they were in better homes now, having been homed to families and friends you knew would take good care of them.

Looking around at the old alley, you smiled at the memories you remembered making with the little ones. They had left little scratch marks in places, soft little gorges from the stone that would forever remain in memory. Overhead you herd the call of a bird and glancing up, you saw a large raven perched on the gutter of a nearby building. You were quickly distracted by movement to your right, and to your delight it was your mystery man. His startlingly blue eyes met yours and he smiled. You glanced down at the folded coat in your hands before looking back up.

“I believe I have something of yours to return.”

Date Published: 4/27/23

Last Edit: 4/27/23

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dyns33 · 8 months

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Good Uncles - Sequel

Anti Y/N needs Morpheus' help, because her uncles are stupid

(Good Omens season 2 spoilers)

Y/N and Morpheus loved each other more than anything.

This was what Matthew repeated to himself when the young woman came to see him with her strange request, and especially her comment which could have been taken as an insult in any other circumstances.

But Y/N loved Morpheus, so she certainly hadn't meant to be rude, and Morpheus loved Y/N, so he wouldn't take it badly.

Besides, she wasn't really wrong, even if the raven would deny agreeing with her if the boss asked.

"Since Dream is an idiot who has trouble communicating, I figured he could help me with my family problem, but since he has trouble communicating, I need your help to ask him."

"… Did you just say he was an idiot ?"

"Yes." Y/N said simply, looking at him with a face that said she didn't see the problem. "The worst idiot in the world, just before my uncles. So I need his advice to reconcile them, like they helped us to finally be together."

"… He loves you, but I don't know if he'll be happy with you saying he's an idiot."

"That's not the point. Will you help me ?"

Y/N's family problem seemed simple enough.

Her uncles, two other idiots, were totally in love with each other, without ever admitting it to each other for centuries. Then, one day, one of them decided to be brave, and the other ran away, not knowing how to react to all these feelings. Some sort of break up then, or whatever it was.

In fact, it was more complicated, since one of the uncles was an angel, the other was a demon, they were on opposite sides but kept secretly allying since the beginning of humanity, and now the being of light had had a promotion, forcing him to return up there.

He had suggested to his sidekick that he could come with him, be an angel again, but of course, the demon had categorically refused, suggesting instead that they stay together on Earth, happy and far from the divine and infernal stories.

Then there was a kiss, and the end of the world.

“Well, not literally the end of the world…” sighed Y/N, former antichrist, who had decided not to destroy the universe as Lucifer wished. "But it was still terrible. Aziraphale calls me through the celestial channels, and even though he pretends he's okay, I can clearly see that he's sad. And Crowley… He's devastated ! He really thought that they were going to be together forever. He drinks all the time and hardly leaves the house anymore. I threatened to destroy his car, nothing ! I threatened to destroy his car by driving it and risking having a accident, he destroyed the car."

“He remains sane despite his turmoil.”

"Morpheus, my dear, this doesn't help me. What can I do to make them stop their nonsense and see that they can't live without each other ?"

Dream of the Endless opened his mouth, and closed it almost immediately, after his faithful raven pecked his hand. He turned to Matthew, who was staring at him with a stern look, silently begging him to think before speaking.

"Even though technically no one needs others to live, I know the torment of broken hearts, my younger sister having shown it to me and having experienced it myself. It is difficult to help those who suffer of this pain, especially if they are stubborn by nature, as are angels and demons."

“You who are stubborn by nature, how have you been helped in the past during such difficult moments ?”

"… It takes time. My father doesn't help directly, but he allows the wounds to heal, the memories to be less painful, and to learn from all these experiences. I don't know if you can help your uncles, my love. Your presence and your shoulder are the only things you can offer to them, as well as advices, but whether they decide to follow them is up to them."

"I don't like that answer. It's not a stupid answer."

"I'm not as stupid as you seem to think."

"Obviously. You're only an idiot when it concerns you." Y/N joked, kissing his cheek before he started to pout. "Thank you, Morpheus. I'll try to help them. It's hard to see them like this when they were so happy before."

The dream master didn't like seeing his lover so saddened, but as he had told her, it was not possible to solve her problem as easily as she hoped.

Feelings were complicated, changing, volatile things. They were even more complex for celestial beings, who were not supposed to feel them, or at least not in a repeated or negative way.

Joy mostly, sometimes sadness for others in the case of angels, a lot of anger in the case of demons, but certainly not love.

Crowley and Aziraphale having never done anything like everyone else, they had to test this limit, and it went badly.

It wasn't a surprise, but Morpheus was a little disappointed with how this story turned out. Because it made Y/N suffer, but also because he had been secretly observing the two clandestine friends since the beginning of their romance, waiting to see what would happen, and savoring the demon's dreams and hopes.

A dreaming demon, full of imagination, and defying the infernal authorities. The only one. Of course he was favored by the Lord of Nightmares.

While Y/N tried her best to comfort him on Earth, even though she still had trouble getting him out of his apartment, Dream decided to pay a visit to the Heavenly Kingdom to greet the new manager.

"Your lordship ! What a surprise ! What a joy ! You… Y/N is not in trouble, I would know. I'm keeping an eye on her. Are you still having trouble in hell ? They've been a little panicked since Belzebub left, but we haven't noticed any suspicious activity."

"I have no quarrel with the underworld at this moment, Aziraphale. I have come to see you."

"See us ? As a courtesy call ? Good… Very good." stammered the angel, who was not as stupid as his niece seemed to think either.

“Let’s talk about my brother’s book.”

"No ! I mean… We've had this conversation before, noble dream lord. Although the mighty Destiny knows everything, the divine plan remains ineffable, and we are not supposed to know it. So I do not wish to talk about this subject."

"And I would not force you to do so. But know that no one escapes their destiny, however strange it may seem, unexpected and distant. We can try to flee it, delay it, fear it, but as certain as a kiss, it will happen."

Aziraphale looked at Morpheus without saying anything. He understood the message well, and even though he knew it was a bluff, because no one except Destiny and God knew what was in the book, he wanted to believe what those words meant.

It was scary, it would take time, but his winding path would one day lead him back to Crowley. Something inside him kept repeting it.

"Anyway…" Dream added before leaving. “If that wasn’t the Plan, there’s no stopping my sweet Y/N, or me, who hates seeing her sad.”

That same evening, aften several months, the angel contacted the demon for the first time.

It was complicated, because Crowley remained stubborn, and hurt, but he agreed to listen, a bit satisfied that it was not him who took the first step, feeling considered.

When she asked him if he had anything to do with it, and what he had done, Morpheus replied that he had simply been diplomatic and tactful.

"In other words he scared the cherub. Because fear works well with idiots."

“Matthew, leave us.”

“He was afraid of losing you last time, that’s why he agreed to talk.”

“Get out of my sight, now.”

"Thank you, Dream. Thank you so much." Y/N said, hugging him tenderly.

The problem was not resolved, but after several calls, because the fear of the wrath of Y/N and her lover was less strong than the fear of losing his demon, it was allowed to see the exchanges as a good omen for the future.

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cuckoo-on-a-string · 10 months

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Promises Three: Subtle Dreaming

Dark!Morpheus x (female)reader, fantasy/medieval AU, 18+

Master List

Dream of the Endless had been promised a bride.

Chapter track: Rainbow - The Temple of the King - Algal the Bard

It has been... a rough couple weeks. But I'm back! Hope you enjoy! Your comments and questions mean the world! Special thanks to all you lovely rebloggers! I'm still trying to figure out how to respond without essentially reposting half a dozen times, but I see you, you make my week!

Subtle Dreaming

A knock on the door disturbed her work. It was an hour past midnight, when all but the youngest servants and ardent lovers had retired to their beds with heads full of dreams, a time a wandering mice and cat’s work.

But she wasn’t surprised, even less when she opened the door of her windowless chamber to find a young lady in her nightdress, wrapped in a shawl with wary hope in her eyes and a candle in her hand. Alis Everard. The youngest of a large family, and the only child still unmarried – and a child she was, barely thirteen, and of all the reasons the bard hated the king of Meiren, summoning such young suitors for his Endless guest might be the greatest. Her face hadn’t quite lost childhood’s rounded cheeks, and the seams on her nightgown had recently been let out after a growth spurt.

“I see your father is impatient,” the bard said. Wrapped in her own shawl over her own nightgown, she felt more than ever the noble’s equal. After such a long life, she understood better than most how little rank protected one from life and how much a peasant’s child was like a queen’s. She was the girl’s elder by far, but she’d been young once, and what youth didn’t go sneaking down corridors in the dark during their first trip to court?

“He bid me seek your counsel. May I come in?”

Stepping back, she ushered the girl into her sparse little room. “Of course.”

Once the girl was through, she moved to close the door, but a slippered foot darted through the gap to block it. “Not so quicky!”

The foot neatly kicked the door back open as the bard released it, and a young woman – who was, at least, properly a woman – swept by in a dressing gown of satin and a riot of chestnut curls. “I enjoy midnight jaunts, but not being spied on one.”

The bard did her very best not to smile, but failed entirely. She knew this late guest as well. Eilwyn Alder. The third generation in her family the bard had befriended, and she sat next to little Alis on the bed with the casual grace of someone entitled to it.

“My grandmother sent me for your thoughts, though I’m sure she’ll collect them for herself tomorrow. But I am a dutiful granddaughter, so here I am.” She blinked doe eyes as the door finally fell shut, poised and perfect coquettish grace. “So, what news? Or will I lose my beauty sleep for nothing?”

Pulling out a stool from beneath her tiny desk, the bard said, “I haven’t spent an hour in his presence, and I’ve had a long ride, so forgive me if I haven’t yet taken the full measure of the king’s guest and his schemes.”

Alis wriggled on the bed, twisting her hands up in her shawl. Her eyes bounced between shadows, looking for threats like the Dream Lord’s nightmares might crawl out of the walls to exact vengeance for some imagined slight. Not that they couldn’t, but the bard assumed Lord Morpheus had better things to do with his time than torment one overwrought teenager who didn’t want to marry him.

“What if he eats his bride on the wedding night? Like the Lindworm?”

Eilwyn scoffed, and the bard donned a gentle smile, even if she couldn’t keep the laugher from her voice.

“He’s Endless, not a dragon.”

“What does that mean?”

“Means you’d be better off with a dragon.”

The child curled into the corner of the bed, sinking into the blankets with her shawl swallowing the lower half of her face. Looking for comfort where her companions’ mirth had failed. The bard reached over to pat her knee, taking the opportunity to change the subject. “Honestly dragons aren’t so bad. One of my patrons is a dragon, you know. I was attending my yearly visit to his lair when your great, worried, noble parents called for me.”

A whisper of a promised story lured Alis’s eyes away from visions of doom. She glanced at Eilwyn, like she’d confirm the tale. The older girl gladly took up the role of expert.

“Everyone knows that,” she sniffed.

“Is it…” Alis mulled over the idea, confusing herself with her own bevy of questions. “Is it a… nice dragon?”

“These days he is. But he wasn’t always.”

The hook snared Alis’s attention, and her posture softened, though she didn’t leave the corner of the little bed. In fact, she made herself more comfortable, settling like a kitten, and a stab of rage that anyone thought this little girl ought to be considered as a wife seared through the gathering strands of the bard’s story.

She took a blanket and settled it over the child as she began to speak, shielding her from a king’s machinations, a world too big for little hands, and prying eyes.

.O.O.O.

Dream of the Endless retired to the chambers the King set aside for his use, though he had little use for them at all. He would not sleep. He had no intention of entertaining in the parlor, or writing missives at the richly appointed desk. There was no book on the shelves he did not already possess, and he left the food prepared for him to grow cold and stale on the table.

He did sip the wine, and in the darkest hours he found his amusement in wandered the sleeping minds of the castle. Boredom drove him. Cruelty, even. Vengeance called for the king to atone for his wounded pride, and the decade since the human’s error only gave Dream time to image new and wondrous torments. He wanted to watch the king’s schemes crumble in the dread nightmares prowling the would-be suitors’ dreams. He enjoyed the seeds of hate planted in parents’ hearts, the doubt in subjects who’d been nothing but loyal until this gathering.

The king’s story would be a horror, a kind of tragedy that left wounds in his lands and subjects the turn of generations would not heal. These seven days would be the fuse, a prologue to terror and loss. A lesson none would soon forget, lest they bring such punishment on their own loves.

He drifted, savoring the fears he would shape to his own ends. Until words snared his attention. A half-heard tale of a dragon spinning through recent memories of a soft touch and a smile in the face of inescapable dread.

He found a young mind loosely tethered to the Dreaming, caught in the tides running between the conscious and subconscious, where words and images of the Waking cast strange reflections in the fading thoughts before sleep. She led him to a plain, simple room deep in the castle. A place for high-ranking members of staff, perhaps. Utilitarian and uninspiring. Not a place this noble child belonged. But she was not alone, and as she dozed, Dream borrowed her senses.

Voices. One he recognized. The bard the king so detested. He knew her as he knew all dreamers, and he sensed his sister’s touch upon her.

She spoke of him.

“He’s the Prince of Stories. A bride market is beneath him. This is how political unions for picky lords looking for pretty faces are arranged, not how one of the most powerful creatures to ever live seeks a partner,” the bard said.

She was not wrong, of course. The story weaver spied the loose strings in the tale, the ragged ends that did not match, though she had yet to understand the pattern he wove.

“Whatever he wants, it isn’t love or a warm body in his bed. There’s something else. I just have to figure out if that something is a danger to any of you.”

So, loyalty did grow in the king’s court. Just not to the monarch. Dream felt the peace the bard’s presence brought the dreamer half-snared in her sleep. A quiet, sure thing. The confidence children had in oak trees their parents and grandparents climbed when they were young.

The other voice in the room did not speak as a child. This one was old enough for caution, and it worried for the old oak as well as those who sheltered beneath.

“To us, I should think.”

Did the bard not fear him? Had she stood outside as the storyteller for so long she’d forgotten she could be part of them as well?

“Whatever happens, dear, I’ll survive it.” Her only worry was for those she perceived as in her care. The children of children she’d watched grow. A touch carried through the dreamer’s skin and into their subconscious, a kind voice leading her back to the Waking. “It isn’t time to sleep yet. You must return to your room…”

The fragile link collapsed, and the bridge between the servants’ quarters and the noble guest room dissolved.

Lord Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, sat in his darkened chambers in the court of a damned king, and thought as he sipped from his wine that he would enjoy seeing the bard at work. He must amuse himself for seven days, after all, until the time of the agreement ran out, and she was a surprising creature.

The most surprising he’d seen in some time.

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animefans-stuff · 1 year

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Dating Hypnos would include

- Seeing as you guys seem to like the one about Ares. I wanted to try writing one for Hypnos.

Fandom; Hades / Greek mythology

Warnings; my terrible english, grammar mistakes, sleeping issues are mentioned once, Morpheus (NOT the Sandman version.) Is briefly mentioned along with Phobetor (personification of nightmares) and Phantasos (personification of inanimate objects), Nyx, Erebus and Thanatos are also briefly involved.

I know only so much about Greek mythology and google can only give me so many answers, so don't correct me. I'm writing this purely for fun, not to be corrected.

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated. Other then that please enjoy :)

Hypnos as a partner would honestly be interesting.

If you struggle with any sort of sleeping issues. He'll gladly help you. As those type of issues are right up his lane!

So don't try lying to him. If he notices or is informed that you've been skipping out on your usually sleeping schedule. He'll merely chuckled and sent you into a deep slumber. With only the best dream's, thanks to his son Morpheus.

Speaking of Morpheus, he's most likely the first to figure out your relationship with his father. As he's noticed you've been dreaming of him (Hypnos). A lot.

He doesn't worry too much about it. As you don't seem aggressive or have aggressive intentions towards his father. But, as time goes on. He grows curious, and eventually asks Hypnos what the relationship between the two of you is.

Hypnos happily replied, saying that the two of you were together. With this new information, he quickly informs his brothers.

Phobetor doesn't exactly have much to say on your relationship with their father. They aren't upset nor are they too happy. As for Phantasos who also seems a bit more relaxed upon the news with their father and you getting together.

Thanatos is the next to find out, through the talk of mortals. And, he's genuinely happy for his brother. Following that, Nyx and Erebus, are surprisingly the last to find out. Them- being pretty good parents, unlike some. Each showed their satisfaction in their own ways.

Hypnos is said to be located in the underworld, were not a lot of mortals can enter and leave as they please, (with the few exeptions of warrior's like; Heracles, Orpheus, etc) so, with that being said. He often visits you during your dreams.

Or he'll wait until it's night to visit you. As he isn't too fond of the sunlight.

Whenever he does visit you, he'll shape-shift (so other mortals don't notice him). Into a form more comfortable for him. And recognizable enough for you, to know it's him and not some random mortal.

He'll also bring you the best pillows and blankets, made out of the softest cotton and wool. With the occasional poppy tucked inside.

Hypnos loves when you run your hands through the wing(s) located on the side of his head.

Speaking of the wing(s) on his head. The part that connects right above his ears can be very sensitive. So, please be careful not to pull or scratch too hard.

Although. It can be rare, Hypnos does get jealous of the occasional mortal or even other god/goddess trying to court you. And, when he is jealous, he becomes rather scary.

He'll simply puts them into a deep sleep, for at least an eternity or so. With the most horrific nightmare's known to both mortal and god.

And if they're lucky. They might just wake up.

#hypnos x reader #greek gods x you #greek mythology x reader #god of sleep #hades hypnos #greek myth

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marvelmusing · 2 years

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A New Start

Pairing: Morpheus x GN!Reader

Summary: An AU in which Alex Burgess takes after his father, keeping Dream’s tools locked away, and seeking a means to bind the Endless being to his glass cage for all eternity - a means he thinks he will achieve with you.

Warnings: minor injury and blood

A/N: this is solely based on the Netflix series The Sandman, and in this oneshot I’ve made up a lot of things about magic (this also ended up so much longer than I planned so sorry in advance)

“I don’t appreciate being lied to, Mr Burgess.” You state calmly, setting your teacup down on the small table beside the blue, cushioned armchair you had settled in. Watching his expression carefully, you see his lips part as his facade of confidence falters.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You told me your father had imprisoned a demon in your basement.” He doesn’t respond, but you see the questions lingering in the old man’s eyes. “But there’s no demon in this house.” You state, shaking your head minutely. “There’s something much more powerful here, isn’t there?”

He nods, something breaking in his expression as he pleads,

“Please. I just want to get rid of it.”

“Then set it free. Remove whatever bindings your father put in place, and allow the being to move on.” He shakes his head frantically and his voice shakes,

“I can’t. It will kill us.” You raise a brow at him, turning your teacup with a single finger, nudging the handle delicately.

“It?” His expression crumples even further as he makes an admission he is likely never to repeat.

“Dream of The Endless.” Your careful motions come to a halt, and your eyes snap up to fix on his face. The silence hangs heavy between you both. You had no problem with dealing with demons or spirits, or any manner of supernatural being for that matter.

But this was something different.

“You have an Endless in your basement?”

His knuckles turn white as he grips onto his own teacup, wrinkled fingers curled tightly around the porcelain.

“Please help me.”

“Take me to him.” You demand.

Alex Burgess sets his cup down with a careless thud, and stands on legs made uncertain with old age and well deserved fear. It seems to take forever, as you follow the elderly figure making his way out of the drawing room. The old house is large and cold - two features that become more prominent as you continue to walk behind him into the basement.

A shudder runs through the entirety of your body, as Burgess nears set of dark iron bars. The metal screeches horrendously as he opens the final door, and you wonder how long it’s been since someone has been down here.

One, singular beam of cold sunlight falls down to meet the centre of the basement, reflecting on the smooth glass that imprisons a being of the Endless. The light runs over pale skin, shimmering with the faint glow of otherworldly power - a power that has been contained for nearly a century. A crown of mismatched strands of dark hair curl around his head, almost hiding the glittering eyes of Lord Morpheus.

Burgess steps to one side, leaning heavily on his stick and regarding the trapped being with contempt. But you hardly notice him.

Instead you step forwards.

Part of you is entranced. There is no way you could have ever studied the perfection of his face if he were to have appeared before you in all his godly glory. With all his power, his tools of creation and control, you would never dare to meet his eyes.

What beautiful eyes he has. Deep stormy blue, like the deepest depths of the ocean, or the glimpse of a sapphire buried beneath the earth. Dangerous, but precious all the same.

Once your eyes lock, your fascination withers, and hard, painful anger replaces it.

Lord Morpheus’ face barely changes. There’s a somewhat neutral resignation hidden in the firm line of his lips. It’s unlikely that the Burgess family have shared this secret with many people - only those they wish to abet them in holding the King of Dreams as their prisoner.

His eyes don’t stray from you, watching as your attention drifts. Your gaze is clouded by thoughts, but your eyes remain staring at the light reflecting against the glass as you speak.

“How old were you when your father attempted to summon Death?”

“I was eleven years old.”

“Then you are old enough to remember what it was like to dream.”

It’s been centuries since you had last visited the Dreaming - a place of wonder and beauty that you have never felt you deserved to witness. Due to your absence from the realm of dreams, you hadn’t noticed that no mortal could dream.

Yes, you had noticed the sleeping sickness that had torn through humanity, and the increase in nightmares preying upon the Waking world. But you never could have imagined that these events were caused by a mortal’s actions - that Dream of the Endless had been imprisoned.

Stepping closer, you press your palm against the cold glass. Your eyes flutter closed as you push against the dome with your power, wincing when the binding used to contain Lord Morpheus stings your hand.

“Well?” Burgess says sharply. You turn to him, raising a brow in questioning. “Can you do it? Can you ensure this thing never escapes?”

“You want me to bind him here? For eternity?” You repeat incredulously. When his expression doesn’t change, a startled laugh escapes you and you shake your head. “I don’t have the power to bind an Endless.”

Burgess’ face darkens.

“Then what you use are you to me?”

You are suddenly aware of the danger you are in. Burgess has just shown you his greatest secret. There is no way he will ever let you leave if you don’t offer him something.

But you have one advantage. Alex Burgess is not the Magus. He doesn’t understand magic, a statement you wholeheartedly believe since he has kept Lord Morpheus imprisoned with no knowledge of the damage done to both the Dreaming and the Waking world.

You glance down, studying the runes written in gold which snake around the boundary of the glass. And you make a decision.

“This binding circle is too small. Eventually it will collapse in on itself, I’ll need to expand it.” A lie.

“You want to give it more room?”

“If he’s going to be here for eternity, I think he deserves to stretch his legs a little, don’t you?” You reason, a half-smile curling at the corner of your mouth in an attempt to soften the old man. It doesn’t work, and your smile drops. “It’s the only way to strengthen the binding.”

Another lie.

You don’t look at the King of Dreams, worried about what you would find if you met his eyes. Approval? Hope? Or suspicion? You’re not certain which you would prefer. You’re not certain that you’re capable of pulling this off. But you’re going to try.

“Did he have any belongings when your father caught him?” Burgess stares hard at you.

“Why?”

“They might contain some of his power, which I’ll need to ensure the binding will last as long as he will.”

“He was wearing a cloak, though that’s gone now.” There’s a hardened, distant look in his eyes before he shakes himself and continues, “There was also a leather pouch, a large helmet, and a ruby.”

A thrill of excitement runs through you. Dream’s fabled tools, with the power to manipulate the Dreaming and to create the most beautiful dreams, and blood curdling nightmares.

“Do you still have them?”

He nods, and a heavy pause hangs between you both, before you decide to add,

“May I use them?”

You don’t plan on using them, the power of an Endless would be too much for you to use, but you need to ensure that they are kept safe until you can free their owner. Burgess nods again, and retreats to the entrance of the basement.

You hesitate for a moment, fingers trailing against the glass, power pushing desperately against the binding in one final attempt despite the stinging pain it brings you. You know you need to follow Burgess, and secure Dream’s tools, but you’re afraid that once you leave this basement you will never be allowed to return.

Lord Morpheus’ eyes meet yours, and you will him to see it in your gaze: I will come back.

Straightening yourself, you stroll across the hard floor of the basement and pass through the iron gates. They shut with a juddering clatter, and you don’t look back.

Burgess leaves you to rummage through his late father’s study. It doesn’t take you long to locate Dream’s tools. Their aura is frighteningly similar to that of their creator, despite only being in his company for several minutes you would recognise his presence anywhere.

Once you have secured his tools in a chest to carry down to the basement, you begin your research. You read paper after paper, trying to discover how exactly the man had managed to contain a being higher than a god.

It’s late into the evening when you return to the basement, dragging the chest full of dangerous magical items behind you. The chest thuds with each step, and you nearly slip once you reach the bottom. You pause at the locked iron gate, tilting your head to listen for any sound of movement from upstairs. The house above you remains quiet.

The lock is old, and it doesn’t take long for you to break it open. You freeze when the gate swings open, praying to whatever deity might be listening that no one heard the gate being opened.

The binding circle surrounding the glass that encases Lord Morpheus is complex. There’s several layers of incantation and you’re certain the glass itself has been reinforced by a spell.

You discard the chest nearby, and pull out several books from the study of Roderick Burgess.

Slowly but surely, you begin to disentangle the circle. Breaking a binding circle has never been such a difficult task for you. One of the main reasons for your struggle is that Roderick Burgess was very much an amateur. A number of runes have been used incorrectly, meaning that once you have dissolved them there is a number of other issues that need to be resolved before you can continue to remove the binding. If you don’t ensure that the runes are correct, the spell will be altered and who knows what this horrific combination of magic will create. Perhaps a large explosion that will kill you all. Or doom you to an eternity of madness. You might even accidentally bind Lord Morpheus to this basement.

Running a hand over your face, you sigh and lean forward to correct another rune. You dip your fingers into the pot of ink you’ve enchanted to overrule the golden markings laid down by Roderick Burgess. You move to change a containment rune when a voice stops you,

“Wait.”

You jump, thoroughly startled by the break in the silence that you had grown comfortable with. Lord Morpheus has been watching you for the entire time you’ve been down in the basement, and you had soon learned to not think too hard about what he must think of you.

Your eyes widen once they meet his, wondering why he had now chosen to speak. Burgess had told you that he had never spoken to anyone - not once in nearly a hundred years.

“My lord?” You say quietly, hardly daring to believe what is happening. Something peculiar sparkles in his eyes, only for a brief moment, but you catch it.

“What are you doing?” He asks, and you freeze with a frown. Your head tilts aside as you try to understand what he means. Surely he knows that you’re not actually going to bind him here for eternity - you wouldn’t even if you had the power to do so. Then you follow his gaze as it settles onto your ink stained fingers, and the runes you’ve altered.

“I’m going to change that containment rune into a release rune.”

“Don’t.” His voice is deep and commanding. Even bound by humans, its clear that this is still a being of unfathomable power, and the King of a realm as old as existence itself.

“Why not?”

His eyes move to the side of where you’re sitting cross legged on the floor, you look down and realise why. You’ve already painted an exit rune, meaning that any containment or entrapment runes already in the circle will have been rendered useless. You sigh, pressing your palms to your weary eyes. Once you find the strength to look up from your hands, you find Lord Morpheus’ eyes staring down at you. The two of you stay like that for a moment, regarding one another.

Then you tear your eyes away, to search for a book, ink smeared fingers stained their worn and dusty covers. Once you’ve found the right one, you scan through the pages as quickly as you can, devouring every word you can find. You’ve removed the binding, and the protection spell preventing the glass from being broken. All that remains is the lingering power of the initial summoning spell. You read hurriedly through the process that allowed a mere mortal to summon an Endless. A frown creases at your brows as you find your solution. Blood magic.

Roderick Burgess had used his own blood to summon Dream. Whilst he had limited knowledge of magic, Burgess’ blood must have had enough magic in it to pull the King of Dreams from his own realm into the Waking world. You can only hope that your blood has enough power to free him.

Pulling your bag towards you, you begin to search through the contents, looking for your pin. Carefully you retrieve it from your bag, and admire the craftsmanship for a moment. It’s an extremely thin blade, easily disguised as a hairpin.

The floor is rough against your knees as you move closer to the glass, towards the centre of the circle, towards Lord Morpheus. Extending one of your hands, you slide the end of your fingertip. Amateur magic users always take a more drastic and dangerous route when practicing blood magic. With your experience, you know that only one drop will be enough. The blade still stings, and you wince as your blood drips down to the hard, cold floor of the basement. Blood magic always extracts a price. You can only hope that this will not cost you too dearly.

Your gaze lifts from your hands, covered in ink, dust, and blood, to meet Lord Morpheus’ eyes. The sun must be beginning to rise, as the pale pink glows down from the singular window that lies above your head, casting a soft glow over his smooth skin. Something shifts in his expression, a hunger filling his dark eyes. A hunger for freedom that he has not allowed himself to dream of over the near century. You lift a shaking hand to the glass, your power rising up to meet it.

The glass groans, and splitters. The two of you stare at the crack marring the once perfect surface. You breathe out a tiny sigh, the corners of your mouth curling in delighted triumph. You push harder, both with your bleeding hand and your power. The glass shatters, and you fall forwards.

The world spins, growing darker, as a set of cool fingers curl around your wrist. The darkness expands, and you lose yourself to it.

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The sand is soft against your back, and the sky is your favourite shade of sunset, when the sky is still full of light, a warm buttery yellow that softens into pale orange and blue while the shadows begin to lengthen. You let your eyes flutter closed, savouring the peace you’ve been granted. It won’t last.

You hear voices approaching. One unfamiliar, and the other is both a mystery and a comfort to you. You know that voice, but where from?

Then he appears in your line of sight, blocking half of the sky with his body. He’s wearing a long black coat, and already looks so much better with his freedom intact. A soft smile tugs at your lips, as the memory of your success plays over your mind.

“I’m dead aren’t I?” You say, trying to accept your fate. “That was the price for setting you free.”

“You are in the Dreaming.” His voice is even more alluring now that he is back in his own realm. You pause for a moment as you consider his words.

“You mean I’m actually lying unconscious in the Burgess’ basement.” He holds his hand out to you, and you accept it. Cool fingers curling around yours, just like when he had pulled you towards him when he had been freed. He feels so solid, so real.

“No.” Puzzlement fills your features. “I brought you here, to my domain.”

“Why?”

“All magic demands a price, this you know. Freeing me from my imprisonment cost you your place in your own realm.”

“I can’t go back?” You whisper, your voice failing you.

“No.” You swallow hard, turning away from him.

Drawing in a shaky breath, you attempt to run through your options, but everything feels far too bleak. You had survived for centuries in the Waking world, you weren’t unused to drastic changes. But this felt like far too much. It takes you several seconds to realise that Lord Morpheus has begun to speak again,

“You have done me a great service. Due to you, I have returned to my realm with my tools and can begin to repair the damage done by my absence. I thank you for that”

A tiny smile flickers over your lips.

“You’re welcome.” There’s a small pause as he regards you, his emotions continue to remain a mystery to you.

“Stay.” He says.

“What?”

“Stay here in the Dreaming. You have a talent for magic, and a gift for weaving stories.” The corner of his mouth lifts, and you realise he is referring to the lies you had told Alex Burgess. “I believe you would be at home in the Dreaming.”

Your long life, and the difficult decisions you had made along the way, have always made you feel as though you do not deserve the joys of the Dreaming. Your power has often been viewed as a curse, a dark gift that will ruin everything you touch.

Yet here is a being, the King of Dreams and Nightmares, Lord of Sleep, Dream of the Endless who wants you for yourself - dark gift and all. A genuine smile pulls at your lips, and you nod.

“I’ll stay.”

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