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just-some-random-blogger · 1 year

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Ok, but what about Morpheus with a Angel Child?

A Lesson Of Tongues

Dream of the Endless & Angel!Reader

Summary: "You're saying it wrong, father." Dream makes a sound, "I was there when the language was mad-" "Then why are you saying it wrong?"

Word Count: >800

Warnings: fem!reader because i love girl dad!dream, im right!reader, youre wrong!dream, fluff, slice of life, typos, etc.

A/N: In my head, this child is the daughter of my pairing in 'Harbinger Of The Dusk' and 'holy' but you don't have to read it to understand this fic also LOL IM IMAGINING THIS GIF IS HIM JUST BEING SO DONE WITH HIS DAUGHTER HELP ASHFHAS HAHHAH also also the eyeliner T_T Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9

A small child with dark curls and shining skin walked through the halls of the library. She was wearing a dress that belonged to her mother, simply because she could, for mother was not present at the moment.

Her hair bounced on her shoulders and the way too big clothing, with way too long sleeves and way too long skirt, dragged across the floor as she carried a large book in her arms. Well, she could barely carry it.

She struggles to put the leather bound tome on the table, but after much fuss, she finally manages, finding a sudden strength in her grip. She sniffles as she grabs her dangling clothes and lifts them as she climbs up a chair. The chair she wanted to sit on was one that quite high off the ground, which was why she favored it. It made her feel like the princess she was. She struggles to get up, but after a while, finds again her strength and manages.

Once she sits down and turns to the book on the table, she catches sight of something important, someone important.

Uh-oh.

The King of the Dreaming stares at her with crossed arms. It was actually because of his power that the girl was able to place her book upon the table and to climb the chair without falling off. He would not say this though, so she would forever think it was by her own strength that she accomplished these things.

"Father," she mutters softly and slowly.

Dream nods, "daughter."

Suddenly, the feel of her mother's dress was burning her skin... or what it her father's gaze that was doing that?

"What are you wearing?" Dream asks.

The girl blinks, "hmm... a dress."

"Evidently," Dream uncrosses his arms, "who does it belong to?"

Dream knows angels cannot lie, or at least it goes against their nature to. But then again, she was only half angel. He tilts his head, awaiting a confession that still has not yet arrived. But then again, her Endless half would not make her deceptive either.

The girl decides to keep her silence.

A clever tactic, but not clever enough.

"I asked you a question," Dream presses, leaning on the table.

She decides to ignore him. She drags the book in front of her and opens it, "I don't wanna say."

Dream stills upon hearing the girl's words. Ridicule? In his own home?

He thinks if Desire were here, they'd laugh and love on the girl, encouraging her ways. He purses his lips tightly. Half Endless indeed.

The king decides to circle over to her, thinking his looming presence would coax out a what he wanted. It does not. She is rather undeterred.

Let's see how undeterred she'll be once he tells on her mother.

He finds himself examining the book she picked out. With but a glance, Dream immediately recognizes the script. It was a book about angles, written in the language of angels.

The girl goes through the book without sparing too much time. He gathers she is more interested in the pictures rather than the words.

She stops at a page that displays a picture of a glorious being, the Star of the Night, the child's mother. She smiles at it, rubbing the face of the illustration. Dream finds himself smiling as well.

In his fondness, the Endless begins to dictate the words on the paper. He speaks of the accounts the author made about the angel, his lover, and the girl turns to him upon hearing his words.

Dream continues to read the script, thinking his daughter was enjoying it. But then she waves her hands desperately and shakes her head.

"That's wrong!" she says.

Dream's words go dry.

The girl leans onto the table and points at the text, reiterating the words her father just spoke, though her finger was on the wrong side of the page. Upon speaking her people's language, she turns to Dream and says, "now you."

Dream is at a disbelief. Was this girl really correcting him?

The Prince of Stories narrates the words again, making more effort to sound more exact.

The angel girl is severely disappointed yet again.

"That's not how!" she says. She repeats the phrase he just said.

He cuts her off, "I assure you, child, I know how to speak the speech of your mother."

The girl disagrees and stands on the chair. Dream immediately reaches out for her, hands coming to her small back, securing her in place. He adjusts the drooping shoulder of her ill-fitting dress. Her soft hands come to his bony face. She repeats the words for him. Dream sighs.

The girl's father mimics her again, yet still she is not pleased.

"You're saying it wrong, father."

Dream makes a sound, "I was there when the language was mad-"

"Then why are you saying it wrong?"

Dream grunts and leans his forehead on his daughter, "you think yourself so wise little girl?"

The girl giggles at his attempts to intimidate her, registering his actions as affectionate gestures, which was why she threw her arms around him. Quite quickly she latches onto Dream and finds no more interest in the lesson she was giving him, "fly! Fly!"

Dare she demand things from the king after such insults?

"Fatherrrrrr!"

He sighs.

"At once, my love," he mutters and flies around the library.

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dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years

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The Miracle - Ch.2

Morpheus (Dream of the Endless) x reader (no gender/pronouns mentioned)

Summary: You set out to make Morpheus' dream come true and find some truths about yourself along the way. Warnings: 18+ only, canon-typical magic, unprotected sex (reader penetration but no mention of what genitals they have to keep it gender neutral), magical child birth/creation, Daddy Dream - because I feel this should be a warning haha WC: 2880

Ch.1 || Ch.2 || Ch.3 || Ch.4 || Ch.5 || Ch.6

When you arrived in The Dreaming with Morpheus, sleep had been elusive to him. Something dark in his past that he had yet to divulge had left a wound that was only just beginning to heal, but exhaustion ebbed away at him. Sleep had slipped through his fingers faster than the sand in his pouch. But as your bond grew and companionship had turned to love, he had found himself dreaming of more. Dreaming of more than the moment he was in, dreaming of a future. With you.

You couldn’t remember how long you had been in The Dreaming, possibly a year, possibly a century - you weren’t quite sure when time seemed relevant to the whims of his moods. It didn’t matter all that much either, there was no place you would rather be than where you were. The days weren’t burdens when you were with Morpheus, in a place that welcomed your gifts and gave you a freedom you had never felt, to be yourself.

The first glow of dawn cast the room in a golden hue and your tired eyes burned at the intrusion of light. You hadn’t been able to sleep, the need was there but you wanted to make sure nothing disturbed Dream, especially Mervyn with his constant intrusions about menial repairs.

You had kept the night watch at bay and watched Morpheus as he slept, half of his face buried into his pillow. No matter how hard he tried to fix his hair in the morning he would always have the same half flatter than the other because of that. You gently ran your fingers through the thick strands that defied gravity and a soft snore like a purr fell from his parted lips.

“Show me your dreams,” you whispered as you ran your finger down his cheek and along his jaw. “What is on your mind?”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you drifted into his hippocampus, melding with his imagination and watching through his eyes.

“…17, 18, 19, 20. Ready or not, here I come,” Morpheus called out to the silent library.

His footsteps were careful, knowing which planks creaked and which ladders squeaked. He passed Lucienne at her desk and raised his finger to his lips so she did not give his presence away.

It was a giggle that pulled his attention away from the librarian and he placed his hands on his hips, a false seriousness falling over his features.

“I could have sworn the stone gargoyle just laughed at me,” he mused aloud, Lucienne struggling to hide her growing smile.

The giggles grew and the dark velvet curtains behind the statue began to waver.

“Aha!” Morpheus exclaimed as he pulled the material aside. “Huh?”

A laugh behind him caught him by surprise and he spun to look at you and you saw yourself through his eyes. They quickly narrowed on you as he realised you had tricked him and he rushed forward, grabbing you around the waist and tossing you over his shoulder like a leaf on the breeze.

“I have a hostage…”

His baritone voice echoed across the vast library until a dark head of hair popped out behind the long aisle for every book of dreamers with names between Chase and Christopher.

“Save yourself!” you cried with a peel of laughter as Morpheus swatted your butt. “Run, baby.”

The child turned and disappeared deeper into the archives, their footsteps fading along with the dream. The bed felt cold as you returned to your body and wiped the tear that clung to your lashes. It was a beautiful dream. One you were desperate to make reality.

Reluctantly leaving your lover to his rest, you slipped from the castle and left the gates that protected the realm and Dream. The sigil in your hand warmed as the gates closed behind you and Death appeared looking as lovely as ever.

“My favourite miracle, to what do I owe this pleasure?” Death greeted with a warm smile, looking over your shoulder briefly. “Dream not with you?”

“He’s sleeping,” you answered and she nodded in understanding. “I actually called you here to ask a favour.”

Where The Dreaming arrived at a beach, the dreamers coming and going like the tide that washed upon the shore, heaven was a city in the sky. Hidden in the whitest clouds, the glint of its silver landscape gave a glimpse of what was to come when you broke the cotton soft cliff face. It was blinding.

Golden gates of ornate design separated you from the city beyond but it wasn’t the city that held your gaze but the patterns along the gate itself.

“Welcome home.”

The voice was a lullaby that soothed the soul and drew you to him, turning until you came to face the Creator himself.

“Home.”

You tasted the word on your tongue, remembering the lilac essence that seemed to saturate the very air you inhaled. With each deep breath you remembered more, walking these streets, climbing the gates despite Peter’s warnings not to. You had always been a reckless being, daring to go where you shouldn’t.

“This is my home,” you laughed. Your fingers traced the symbols on the gate, a different story to the gates of The Dreaming but a story nonetheless. “I am an Angel.”

Pale blue wings erupted from your back at the statement, ripping through the shirt you wore to fill your peripheral with the plume of feathers that layered over them.

God looked down at his hands clasped together and nodded solemnly. “You were.”

Pain lashed behind your eyes and you fell to your knees, pressing the heels of your palms against your temples as the feathers began to fall around you. It was the second time you had mourned losing your wings. You remembered it all.

“You surrendered yourself to become a miracle, it was the only way,” God said as he placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “You chose this.”

“I know,” you whispered, shrugging his hand from you as you rose on shaking legs. “I remember how you replaced a piece of me with yourself. That is why I have these gifts.”

His face gave nothing away, no tic, no emotion, and you knew you were right. Testing the theory, you told yourself you were still an angel and felt the shifts in the winds as they caught the renewed wings at your back. You closed your eyes and thought of the child from Morpheus’ dream and pictured them standing before you, dark hair like their father, eyes a replica of yours. But when you opened your eyes disappointment tore a hole in your chest.

“A miracle cannot birth another miracle, it is not the way these gifts work,” God said as he stepped away, towards the gates that began to open for him. “Do not ask it of me, I cannot give you what you desire.”

“Desire…”

Your eyes widened at the answer that was staring you in the face. Running to the clifface, you dove over the side and spread your wings. It was best not to overthink your next move, you would surely then realise just how bad it would be.

“Well, well, isn’t this a delightful surprise.”

A shiver climbed your spine at the sultry voice that welcomed you. Red lacquer, glossy and bold, covered every surface of Desire’s gallery - even the sparse furniture were the same vivid colour.

“Hello Desire.”

Their tail swished languidly behind them, the tip curling, beckoning you closer as they smiled dangerously. It was more a baring of teeth.

“I don’t recall inviting you here,” Desire purred as they rose from the chiase they had been lounging on. “And I don’t recall seeing those last time we met. A bit ostentatious don’t you think?”

Their taunting laugh had you gritting your teeth but you needed their help and it wouldn’t do well to insult Desire. Much.

“Is that jealousy I hear?” you teased with a smirk. “You’re not the only one with a flair for the bold.”

Your wings bled to red, matching the smaller decorative plume that they wore strapped to their back.

“So it would seem,” they sneered. “What is it you want? Grown bored of my brother after all these years? I suppose it wouldn’t be such a hardship for me to bed you, you do have nice eyes.”

“I have come to ask a favour,” you said as you pointed ignored their insult.

“You have been busy this morning,” they laughed, stepping closer until you could see yourself in the reflection of their eyes. “Favours here, favours there - what can you possibly offer someone like me?”

You tipped your chin back as your wings spread and a silver glow shimmered across them. “I am an Angel, Desire. There is no realm that can keep me out, no gate I cannot pass. I’m sure you will think of something.”

Their chest rose with a sharp intake of air and they turned away with a deep laugh that had your hackles rising. “You have yourself a deal. Tell me, darling, what is it you desire?”

Desire listened with a mocking smirk as you confessed to wanting a family with Dream but the smirk betrayed a sense of awe they felt when you said you had spoken to God but he hadn’t been able to help.

The silence was heavy as your tale brought you to where you were and Desire rested their head on their hand, contemplating.

“It can be done,” Desire finally said, reclining back on the chaise and draping a leg over the back. “Though it is not simple or painless. Are you sure my brother is worth it?”

Your fists clenched at your side and you pushed down the need to strike out in anger. “There is nothing I wouldn’t do to make him happy. Tell me what to do.”

Desire flipped back to their feet and stalked across the room, grabbing the ruby that hung around your neck and staring at you through the gem. “He has already given you a piece of himself.”

You tugged the necklace back, feeling the familiar warmth of the stone resting over your heart once again.

“Give him a piece of yourself,” Desire instructed. “When they are joined you will have your own little miracle. Now get out of my realm.”

You turned and stepped toward the edge of the gaping chest cavity that Desire resided in but their parting words left a pit of dread in your stomach.

“I'll be calling about that favour, darling.”

You spotted his dark silhouette the moment you stepped into the throne room, his eyes glowing in the dim light. It should have been daylight but the realm had gone dark when you passed the gates, not even the dragons dared to take the skies with the storm brewing overhead.

“You’re back,” Morpheus remarked quietly, as if he hadn’t believed you would.

“Of course, my lord, I have no plan on ever leaving you.”

“But you did.” He rose from his throne and his boots echoed heavily around the empty room as he made his way down the steps. “You left and I had no idea where you went, if you had been taken.”

His voice cracked and your heart shattered with it as you rushed up the stairs and crashed into his chest. Your wings wrapped protectively around him and his eyes fluttered shut as he buried his face in the crook of your neck and inhaled your scent he had missed.

“I had an inkling the first time I laid my eyes on you,” he whispered in your ear as his fingers gently stroked your wings that had returned to their natural colour of a clear sky on a winter's day. “Someone so beautiful could only be an angel.”

“I’m sorry that I worried you,” you apologised as knots tied in your stomach. “There was something I had to do.”

You pulled away and opened the hand that had been clutched behind his back. The wound was still healing, an angry red gash that was slowly knitting itself back together, but resting over the offering was a cerulean stone wrapped in a silver chain.

Every slight movement hurt your hand but the spilling of blood was worth the sacrifice to take a piece of yourself and create the stone you held out to Dream.

“So you will always have a piece of me with you,” you promised as you reached over his head and hung the chain, resting the stone over his heart.

His hand held yours over the stone and as he stared into your eyes, searing your very soul. “There is no greater gift I have or will ever receive.”

Dream pulled you back against his body and you sighed into his kiss as he devoured your very essence with the fervour of a starving man. You could taste his need for reassurance that you were still with him, that you had returned, and you gladly gave it to him. Your fingers buried into his hair and tugged the strands so his neck was bared to you, the thick veins and the rapidly thumping pulse begging you to graze your teeth over them.

“You will never be rid of me, Morpheus,” you promised as you disintegrated his clothes, your’s soon following. “I am yours for eternity.”

“As I am yours, endlessly.”

Dream pulled you down with him, need washing away all sensibility, responsibility, as he sat on the steps of his mighty throne room and pulled you onto his lap. Your wings shuddered and your head fell back with a cry of passion, his hands gripping your hips as he filled you, guiding you to take your pleasure.

Your mind was fragmented and fractured by what Dream could do to you, by what he gave to you. You collapsed against his chest as your orgasm threatened to break you completely and felt the racing beat of his heart drumming against yours. Heat spread across your skin in a wildfire and you screamed as you touched the epicentre, the stone.

An echo of your scream fell from Dream’s lips but you could do nothing to ease the pain as the two stones reached for each other. Tearing the ruby from your neck, it hit the cerulean stone and Dream tore it from him, the melded stones clattering to the floor as his armour poured over his body.

He positioned himself in front of you protectively as light burst from the stone that was quickly swelling and he frowned at the shape behind the glow. “It’s a creation…”

“No, Dream,” you whispered as tears pricked your eyes. “It’s a child. Our child.”

Dream hissed at the burns to his hands but persevered as he lifted the stone from the steps, the shape of a baby now clear as the glow began to fade and a warbling cry broke the silence.

A blanket softer than your feathers drifted into your hands and you carefully wrapped it around the precious baby girl with a head of dark hair looking as stunned at her arrival as her father.

“We never talked about this,” Dream murmured quietly as he gently rocked his daughter in his arms. “I didn’t think it was possible.”

“It seems I need to keep reminding people that there is nothing I wouldn’t do to make you happy,” you said with a smile as you wrapped your arms around him and your daughter, your family. “Anything is possible with a bit of hope.”

“Hope,” Morpheus smiled, breaking away from your shimmering eyes as tears began to fill his own. “Then that shall be your name, sweet child.”

“Oh, she is gorgeous, dear brother,” Death cooed as she stepped into the throne room.

Morpheus turned cold in an instant, placing her into your arms and stepping towards his sister. “You cannot have her.”

“Relax, she is blood of my blood, I just came to congratulate you both,” Death reassured him, her arms open as a sign of trust. “You of all people know best that Hope can never die.”

Stepping aside, Dream let Death pass and you handed the sleeping baby over safe with the knowledge that Hope would have the immortality of an Endless and an Angel flowing through her veins. Death drifted off, humming a tune to her niece as Dream pulled you into his embrace.

“Thank you.”

“You never have to thank me for this, I wanted this just as much as you did.” A mischievous glint intrigued him as you smiled and kissed his jawline until you reached his ear. “Now I get to call you Daddy.”

His loud laugh bellowed across the room and Death turned with a curious glance that he waved off. “It does have a ring to it. Lord Morpheus, King of Dreams, Daddy of the Endless.”

“There’s just one more title that’s more important than all the rest combined, Father of Hope.”

He spun you around and rested his chin on your shoulder as you both watched the sleeping baby being carried back to your waiting arms. His breath caught at the sight that he thought he would never see in the eternity he would live for.

“Father of Hope.”

Click here for chapter three.

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ep-the-penguin · 1 year

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Your endless child was 💯💯💯

I would love to see a more detailed version, especially bc of free Morpheus still being wary around humans

I’d also love to know, is there anything that she could do, that would disappoint him? Or anger him?

Take care!!

Firstly, I would like to say thank you for your compliment, and I'm so happy to hear that you enjoyed my story!

As for your question, I don't want to go into details because of ✨spoilers✨, but I could definitely say for sure that the Reader will eventually disappoint/anger him one way or another (*cough* by keeping quiet about something very severe or him thinking she's exactly like Roderick Burgress *cough*)

And let's just say, it involves a certain someone with golden eyes...👀

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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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loveissupernatural · 2 years

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**read chapter 1 here** - **read chapter 2 here** - **read chapter 3 here** - **read chapter 4 here**

Morpheus/Dream x fem!reader

In Your Dreams

Chapter 5

“Life is a sleep and love is its dream; and you have lived if you have loved.”

-Alfred de Musset

The following day felt longer than you would have liked. You were anxious for the sun to set, and with it, the answers that would quench the fire of burning curiosity in your mind. Why was the heart of The Dreaming rotting away? Why were you able to escape the borders of your dream and travel there, and why was Lucienne so obviously disturbed by it? Where was Dream? But, most importantly, why did you feel the need to be there in the first place? Why couldn’t you come to terms with this entire experience for the incredible magical adventure that it was and just let it go?

Even though you were filled with more questions than ever before, you could feel in the deepest recesses of your soul that the solutions to all of them lay in The Dreaming.

Your enthusiasm to return to the palace caused you to have trouble falling asleep for the first hour that night. The castle was your new Burgess house – mysteries hid there that tickled at your insides, that whispered to you in the darkness of the night to uncover them.

Finally, after tossing and turning, your eyes fluttered closed and stayed that way. Shifting shapes whirled behind your eyelids, flitting from corner to corner, until they gently settled into the outline of a horizon. A warm sun began to rise and filtered light onto the dark line, illuminating the scene for you. You instantly recognized the scent of poppies on the breeze.

That fragrant wind whipped through your hair lovingly, like the soft fingers of a curious child, swirling around your form. You spun with it, arms outstretched, grinning from ear to ear. How you wished with everything within your heart that this place was real, that this is where you could spend the waking hours of your life.

You opened your shining eyes to see the parting gate of horn and ivory before you. You hadn’t even needed to start the journey within the confines of your own dream this time – you were already here. Your path of glinting black and gold marble was still below your feet, humming with welcoming warmth.

You couldn’t contain your happiness when the dividing gates revealed a view to you that had shifted from the night before. The stretches of murky water were trickling into a singular crystal river, sparkling blue and immense. Where unforgiving rock and dark sand had suffocated the landscape, beautiful blades of grass and stretches of green ferns were beginning to emerge. You recognized your favorite flower, blooming white poppies, dancing in the breeze on the riverside. An enormous bridge was sliding into place over the river, cradled by gargantuan stone hands that surfaced from the crystal water.

Creatures were returning, beautiful and terrifying alike, flying through the milky blue sky and snaking through the growing grass around your feet. The air was no longer choked with an eerie silence; insects buzzed, water rushed, citizens of The Dreaming were laughing.

Life.

You followed the massive bridge of stone to the center, where the once-crumbling palace was being rebuilt in the gleam of glorious sunlight. Fallen walls and castle turrets were reassembling themselves brick by brick with meticulous accuracy, as if someone had hit rewind. Rusting spires were shedding their coat of orange muck and shining gold. Magnificent archways were mending their own cracks and rising tall, transforming from ashy grey to glimmering white.

The heart of The Dreaming was returning to its former glory. Pure joy blossomed in your chest like the rosebuds of a vine that was bending around the pillars of the bridge.

You walked into the castle entryway, still grinning like a fool, as you looked up and watched every shard of broken glass and every crushed stone float into the air and return to their homes. A beautiful stained-glass window was mending directly above your head. The colorful fragments gradually slid together to form the image of a Pegasus, and as the last piece fell into place, it sprang to life, neighing triumphantly and beating its wings.

“Not too shabby, huh?” came a proud voice from behind you.

You spun to see a tall scarecrow-like figure with the head of a pumpkin approaching you. His face was the cut of a jack-o-lantern, crooked mouth pulling up at the corner in a tilted smile. He stopped by your side and put his branch-like hands on his thin hips, gazing up appreciatively at the work of glass art. You tried not to stare too rudely at him.

You turned your head back toward the magnificent window, now casting rays of colored sunlight onto you and your Halloween-like companion.

“I’ve never seen anything like it,” you replied truthfully.

He grunted in agreement, then looked down at you. His triangular eyes narrowed.

“Hey, ya know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around these parts before,” he said. “You new?”

Your lips upturned at his gutteral New York accent. “Yeah, you could say that.”

“Lotsa new folks all around this joint today,” he said, shaking his large head in amusement. “Guess that’s what happens when ya hammer a few nails and splash on a fresh coat a’ paint—everyone comes back to tha neighborhood.”

“It does look pretty inviting,” you agreed, turning to face him. You stuck out your hand. “I’m Y/N.”

The pumpkin-headed man stuck out his wooden hand and shook yours firmly. “I’m Mervyn, but everybody calls me Merv.”

“Hi, Merv.”

He chuckled and crossed his arms. “Well, considerin’ you bein’ new and all, why don’t I give ya a bit of a tour? It wouldn’t be my first one today.”

“I would love that,” you beamed, resisting the urge to clasp your hands together like a schoolgirl. Merv nodded and turned, motioning with his stick-like hand.

“Well, then, c'mon.”

He walked like a puppet would without strings, you thought, as you followed behind him. You struggled to keep up with his long strides. Mervyn led you through a hallway that had one wall built while the opposite was still floating together. One piece of stone almost hit him in the head on its way back to its appointed position, and he cursed at it.

Once through the hallway, you turned into a winding staircase that glinted with intricate gold. As you followed Merv’s spindly legs up the flight, you appreciated the view to your left of an assembling tower. After a few more steps, you reached the top.

“First things first, here’s our pride and joy,” Mervyn announced grandiosely, spreading out his arms for dramatic emphasis. Your jaw dropped. “This is the library.”

The room was warm wood, cozy sunlight, and beckoning shelves that stretched on for as far as the eye could see. Books were everywhere, of every size, color, and age. You ran your finger along a nearby shelf, tickling their spines. Some looked thousands of years old, others as if they’d come off the press minutes before.

“How many books are in here?” you asked in wonder, turning in a full circle to better take in the view.

“A helluva lot,” Mervyn answered slyly. “To tell you the truth, I’m not the one you should ask. Lucienne’s the librarian in charge.”

At the sound of her name, the woman that you had met the night before emerged from behind a nearby cascade of bookshelves. Her eyes smiled at Mervyn, but then they settled onto you.

Lucienne’s face paled.

“You’ve returned,” she breathed, striding toward the two of you with a haste in her step, “and so soon.”

“Oh, you’ve met before?” Mervyn asked, eyes shifting between the librarian and yourself.

“We have,” you told him, trying to make sure your grin didn’t turn into a grimace.

“Just last night, in fact,” Lucienne added. Her perceptive gaze wandered over your nervous form.

“Last night?” Merv repeated incredulously. He motioned over his shoulder. “But the boss hadn’t even started rebuilding yet! How’d she—?”

“A question we all would like to know,” Lucienne answered, fixing you with a penetrating stare over the top of her round glasses. She clasped her hands behind her back expectantly.

“Hey, I’d like to know too,” you said defensively. You crossed your arms, but then dropped them to your sides, not wanting to come off as defiant. “I’ve already told you everything that I know.”

“Lucienne, who is this?” Mervyn asked curiously, pointing a thumb at you.

The librarian sighed heavily but her eyes softened. Her tone was gentle, appreciative. “This, Mervyn, is the young lady that released Lord Morpheus from his prison.”

“No kiddin’?! That was you?!” he questioned unabashedly, shock evident in his wide eye sockets.

You shrugged, not a fan of the intense attention. “Well, yeah… but it’s really not that big of a deal…”

“Not that big of a deal?” Mervyn repeated, voice dripping in astonishment. “Are you kiddin’ me? This place would still be fallin’ apart if it wasn’t for you!”

“That’s why everything looked the way that it did the last time I came?” you asked Lucienne. “Because Dream wasn’t here?”

She nodded somberly. “He was captured for nearly a century and was unable to return. Everything was dissipating, disappearing… it cannot exist without him. He is The Dreaming.”

“But it’s been over a week since I helped him escape,” you said, confused. “Where has he been all of that time?”

“Lord Morpheus was traveling the realms on a quest to reobtain his tools.”

Something hopeful fluttered in your chest. Those nights where you’d been calling out to him and he hadn’t shown himself… it wasn’t because he was ignoring you, it was because he wasn’t even there in the first place.

“Look, uh… I hate to interrupt this conversation,” Merv cut in, scratching the back of his pumpkin head uncomfortably, “but… shouldn’t we tell the boss that she’s here?”

Joy sparked in your chest at his words.

Lucienne hesitated. “There’s still so many questions that remain unanswered. We don’t know how or why she is able to leave her dreams, let alone create a path from their border and through the waters to the palace.”

Mervyn didn’t have eyebrows, but if he did, you were sure he would be raising them in surprise.

“I didn’t have to use the path this time,” you told her, biting your lip. “I just kind of started at the gate.”

“You materialized here, in the heart of The Dreaming?” she clarified, voice filled with bewilderment and cut with that undertone of concern again.

“That ain't normal,” Mervyn shook his head.

“It appears that each time you fall asleep, you are somehow able bypass steps that you’ve previously taken,” she said thoughtfully, almost to herself. “You’re no longer appearing within the boundaries of your own dreams.”

An excited smile pulled at your lips. “Cool.”

“No, no, not ‘cool’,” Lucienne admonished, turning from you and Mervyn to start rifling through a stack of books resting on a nearby table. “This behavior is quite abnormal, even for a lucid dreamer such as yourself.”

“Lucid dreamer, ‘ay?” Merv inquired, crossing his reedy arms over his chest and leaning back against the shelf behind him. “Not too many a’ you guys left no more.”

“Really?”

“They’ve become exceedingly rare,” Lucienne confirmed, finally picking out a book from the pile. “Consistently lucid dreamers existed more commonly thousands of years ago. Now, well…” her eyes roamed over your confused face “…you’re the first I’ve seen in, at least, a millennium.”

“You always been able to do that?” Mervyn asked you. “Change stuff around?”

“Since I can remember,” you shrugged, pulling out a chair at the ornate table in front of you and sitting. “I’d sleep the day away just to keep dreaming.”

“But roaming through the dreamscape, you said last night that you had only just started?” the librarian asked, peering over the edge of the thick book in her hands. She joined you at the table.

Something caught your eye. The book that Lucienne had plucked from the bunch was bound in black with two golden words emblazoned on the cover: your first and last name.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, what’s that?” you questioned enthusiastically, scooting your chair closer to her. “My name’s on there!”

A proud smile creeped onto the head librarian’s face. “This library contains every story ever written and unwritten, finished or unfinished, everything that has been and will never be.” She tapped the hard cover of your book with a manicured nail. “And this is yours.”

“Wow,” you sighed, resting your chin on your palm. Lucienne’s smile grew at your awestruck expression. “So, what all is in there about me?”

“Everything,” she answered simply.

You gulped. “Like, everything everything?”

She laughed. It was a harmonious sound.

“Relax, even your most embarrassing of moments pale in comparison to many of the things I read every day,” she assured you, eyes twinkling with amusement. She became serious again. “I thought it advantageous to find your book after your unexpected visit last night. I had to be sure that you weren’t a threat to The Dreaming.”

Your smile fell. “I’m – I’m not. I don’t want to be a threat to anybody.”

Lucienne sighed, expression trickling with pity.

“I know those aren’t your intentions. But the fact remains that your recent abilities are those that no mortal should possess.”

“Don’t worry, kid,” Merv said, standing from his perch against the bookcase to lean against your table instead. He grinned crookedly at you. “We’ll get this figured out. If anyone can sniff out what’s goin’ on here, it’s Lucienne.”

You let out a shaky breath, nodding. The thought of being some kind of danger to this beautiful place rattled you. All you had wanted was to find Morpheus, to make sure everything turned out okay after you released him. After all, being imprisoned against your will for a hundred years had to be traumatic for anyone, right? Even the King of Dreams?

You had more selfish reasons, too, but those would stay private.

Suddenly, a voice called out.

It echoed into the large room, gentle but authoritative, soft but commanding respect. With a wave of warmth washing over your skin, you knew that you would recognize that beautiful sound anywhere.

“Lucienne,” his voice called, “I believe it is time we review the findings from the census.”

All three of you froze in place.

The King of Dreams emerged from the nearest aisle, graceful stride filled with purpose. He donned all black, a sweeping floor length coat flowing behind him as he walked, regal. His alabaster skin almost seemed to glow against his dark attire. His hair was as black as his clothing, still so gloriously messy and wild.

He was in his element, thriving and flourishing in a way that radiated from his very being. This was his domain.

Morpheus’s icy blue eyes moved from Lucienne to Mervyn. Then, they locked onto you.

Your breath hitched as you stood, chair screeching back noisily. That feeling, that delicious humming in your bones, it was different here, more alive. It was starlight sparking in your spine. He stood at least ten feet away, impossibly still, but you could feel his presence as strongly as you would if he were inches from you. Time stood still.

A myriad of emotions flickered through his fathomless eyes at the sight of you, none of which you could place, but whatever they were made the air in the library thick. Your eyes drank in his face and his roamed yours, penetrating but swirling with something soft.

Mervyn cleared his throat uncomfortably. It just then occurred to you that you had no idea how long the two of you had been standing like that, staring at each other.

The sound seemed to bring Dream back to himself.

“Lucienne. Mervyn. Leave us,” he commanded quietly, but he didn’t look at them. His intense gaze never once broke from yours.

Their replies came quickly and in hushed tones, almost as if embarrassed.

“Of course, sir.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

They scurried away with heads down. As they reached the exit to the library, you could hear Mervyn mutter, “Well, talk about some tension...”

Morpheus blinked at the comment, but you didn’t miss the almost-imperceptible smirk that tugged at one corner of his lips. He was still staring at you.

With a smile that revealed every whisper of your heart, you broke the silence.

“Hi.”

Dream took a slow step toward you, measured. Then another. The curtain of dark lashes framing his endless eyes fluttered as he took you in, gaze roaming to your feet and back up again.

“Hello.” His voice was velvet.

You swallowed, begging the blush that you could feel creeping up your neck to go away. Couldn’t you have at least one interaction with him without your body betraying you? You felt like a fucking teenager.

“You, um, never answered my question,” you said, taking a step toward him as well. One of his dark brows rose. “You put me to sleep first. Rude, by the way.”

His smirk wasn’t nearly as well-hidden now.

“My deepest apologies. And what question would that be?”

You took another step closer, still not breaking eye contact. You clasped the back of a chair with one hand to ground yourself.

“You’re… you are alright, then?” you asked quietly. For the smallest of moments, his eyes betrayed everything. He was touched by your concern.

“You have journeyed through The Dreaming, to the heart of my realm, simply to ask after my well-being?”

His voice held an undercurrent of emotion, but he attempted to hide it with the slightest lilt of tease.

A playful glint sparkled in your eye. “Well, I did play spy for over a month just to get into that basement. What’s a desert and an ocean or two?”

The mischievous gleam in his eyes was shuttered by the weight of your words. It seemed that once Morpheus got past the initial surprise of seeing you there, the same realization dawned on him that concerned Lucienne.

“You traveled through the outer lands of The Dreaming,” he stated, brows furrowed in unease. “You left the confines of your dream and found yourself here?”

The general trepidation from everyone surrounding your ability to leave your dream world disturbed you. You saw it as a gift, but it seemed to be one that you were not meant to have. You let out a sigh.

“I created a path,” you told him. “It took me through the desert and through an ocean… and then I ended up on that dock out there.” You tilted your chin toward the windows. “The path ended at the gates, and when I touched them, they opened. Then I came here.”

Morpheus was close now, taking in every word you that escaped your lips with rapt attention. His powerful stare was not angry, but perplexed. His eyes were swimming with anxious confusion.

“How is this possible?” he whispered to himself. His pale hand rose, ever so slowly, to ghost the line of your jaw. The touch was barely there, so very brief, but it left tingling chills in its wake. He examined your every feature, searching for the answer. “For you are not a vortex.”

For a moment, you’d forgotten how to speak, mind still reeling from the fact that he had just touched you, and that it felt so indescribable. His fingers had barely brushed an inch of skin, but that starlight sparkling in your spine had overtaken every nerve ending.

“Vortex?” you asked when you found your voice. Your eyebrows came together. “What’s a vortex?”

To your dismay, Dream stepped away from you. He turned toward the table where you were previously sitting with Lucienne and Mervyn, delicate fingers flipping through the many volumes that were stacked over its surface. His hands settled on a red hardback, lifting it so that you could read the gold lettering on the cover.

“Rose Walker,” he replied, face impassive.

At your obvious confusion, Dream stepped back and motioned with a graceful hand toward the archway where Lucienne and Mervyn had disappeared moments before.

“Where are we going?” you asked, walking in the direction he indicated.

Morpheus was tall at your side, right hand ghosting the small of your back, featherlight. The stars in your backbone twinkled at the touch.

His voice was euphonious when he bent to your ear.

“Follow me.”

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Ordinary Godly

Apollo x Male Reader

Fandom -> Percy Jackson Series

Masterlist

Percy Jackson, who has fought a variety of Monsters and argued—even battled at some point—with the Godly deities of the mighty Olympus, had expected everything—when stepping into the home of Jason and Will, with the rest of his little friends troop—but nothing like this.

Seeing you, the deity of tranquility and slumber—another brother of Hypnos—for the very first time in actuality—was a weird experience of meeting for Percy.

»THERE YOU ARE! MY TWO PRECIOUS SUMMER BOYS! OH, NICO! I GREET YOU TOO, COME HERE!«

You had emerged from the Kitchen, baggy clothes—consisted of a large tee with the print of some band name and lyrics quote and pyjama pants—covered in what seemed to be flour and cocoa powder.

Your voice was loud, filled with thrilling excitement of joyfulness. Taking Jason and Will into your arms, hugging them tightly against you and giving each of them more than just a few kisses to the cheeks and head. Nico had been pulled into this as well, suffering through much affection as well.

You're radiating more hyperactivity energy and child like behaviour off, than the emotions you're meant to send out.

Walking into a home, in which Jason and Will had grown up with their two godly parents, which looked so damn mundane humane—that Percy had to take a double check on that Cookie Tin-can, filled with sewing stuff.

It confused him. If they all had learned one thing of being Demigods—half children of godly blessings, which sometimes could be seen as a curse though—that none of the gods and goddesses—their other parentally half—live like a ordinary human.

Always exotic enormously flashy, expensive, but never dare to boring and dull—than a god whose dull and pathetic unnoticeable, could not be worthy for eternity of mighty existence.

Yet, Percy thought, both the house and you are a stark contrast to what they have been told. Simple and ordinary.

»Are we sure this is really a deity?« asked Percy in a hushed whisper, leaning down to Annabeths ear and elbowing her in the side.

»I haven't seen Demosonos personally, but I highly doubt Jason and Will wouldn't recognised their parent.« she whispered back, keeping wary glances at them—some Gods can't be trusted.

Nico who had managed to free himself from the suffocating hug of love, stepped back to them and hissed in the same hushing voice of whispers;

»Do you two have any death wishes? Don't upset them.«

I mean, Percy thought—letting his gaze wander back to you—if we do so, what would happen? Ares, Zeus, Hades, Athena and his own father—Poseidon—are much more scarily and worthy of being called merciless fighters.

You on the other hand, looked—truthfully—weak. Percy could for sure, probably, take you down in seconds.

After all, from what he could gather, you're more than just a minor god—even less than minor, a subcategory inside a subcategory—unworthy to be mention with the same breath of saying Nxy, Hypnos and all the way to Morpheus.

Still, Percy is after all confused to why their Prophecy and Quest is, to seek you out and ask for your help.

Lesser Gods aren't helpful, they're more a nuisance.

~~~

»And this must be your other friends? Right? Perseus and Annabeth?« the question was more towards your sons.

You stepped towards the two teens, Will had already pulled Nico away to the Sofa and Jason had gone to the Kitchen, greeting loudly his other dad.

Percy and Annabeth felt both a bit uncomfortable with your vacant stare and the friendly smile on your lips.

»Uhh, It's Percy actually, I don't liked to be called Perseus« Percy didn't know, why of all the things he could say, decided to say this—but he did, mouth being faster than his brain again—and Annabeth elbowed him hard in the rips, a tiny gaps of breath intake left her lips.

The friendly smile never wavered from your lips, nodding at them—they couldn't tell if you had even listen properly, vacant glint still in your eyes—head dropping a bit to the side.

»Aah! You want some tea and Sweets? C'mon, c'mon, now don't be shy you two, take a seat. Will be a dear and help me« clapping your hands, you ushered the two teens to the Sofa, skipping already to the Kitchen.

»I will explain later a bit,« with that being said, Will stood up as well.

Neither of the three said anything, looking around the living room with more interest than addressing the current situation—or more issues perhaps?

»I thought you knew what he is like Nico....I mean with you being Wills boyfriend, you are prone to meet his parents«

»Hey hey, don't come at me now Chase. I only have met Mr. [Surname] like three times and that was in the city.«

»Small tip of advice, don't be so stiff. Relax a little or Pa's gonna worry again« they hadn't noticed Jason, who have come back from the kitchen with a tray of Tea cups and Kettle.

Will following soon after with a Tray of sweets and pastries, setting it down on the coffee table. They both getting comfortable on the sofas—Jason on the main big one, while Will had sat with Nico on the right mini sofa and Percy and Annabeth on the left—again.

Nico instantly following Jasons advice, relaxing his body and sliding just a bit down.

When Apollo had entered the living room, Annabeth and Percy gasped loudly in surprise. Standing up they bow their head or more like, Annabeth forced Percy to do as well.

»Lord Apollo!«

»Since when did you become a Lord? Aren't you a God?« you asked in amused surprise, taking a seat as well.

»Apparently just now, love« Apollo shrugged, Will started to laugh and Jason sighed in disappointment, shaking his head—so much for giving advice to his friend, to not be so formally stiff and causing tension.

~~~

The hours passed and Percy and Annabeth had relaxed over the times. Coming to the conclusion that you aren't one of the tricky gods—like Ares—who likes to use them as soldiers.

You asked them various questions, be it about the quest or some daily things; like what's your favourite TV-Show.

It wasn't long till you slumped, actually passing out from something akin to exhaustion and sleep, body leaning against Apollo—who had long wrapped an arm around you in a protective manner.

Jason stood up, taking your legs and moving them onto the couch. Getting a blanket from the footstool—where are tower of them was stacked—and covering you a bit to the hips with it.

Percy couldn't help himself but to stare at the marks—he first took notice of them when you handing him a gummy-bear—which covers your arms, starting from your wrist and ending somewhere at your neck or collarbone.

He had seen these types of Marks before. Racking his brain for the information he had read about or being told from.

Oh.

Percy jumped up, snapping his fingers and pointing—accusingly—at you. Head turning to Annabeth and again his mouth had been faster than his brain.

»That's THE DEMON OF OLYMPUS!« he had shouted it so loud, that your body jerked up—stirring awake is what you begun, already mumbling something sleepily out of context.

Apollo moved you quickly into his arms, shushing you gently back to the dreamlands and humming a little tune of it.

A mess had started to erupt between them all.

»I know! It's still highly disrespectful to point that out, seaweed brain!« Annabeth slapped him hard against the shoulder.

»Do you have a death wish, Jackson? Do you want us get killed?« hissed Nico, giving a glare, sitting uptight again and body going absolutely rigid stiff.

The worst part for Percy was probably the disbelieving disappointment frown on both, Jasons and Apollos—though his frown looked more like concealed bubbling anger—face.

Apollon stood up with you in his arms, ready to walk out. Will was about to stand up as well, wanting to go with his father.

»I'll take it from here boys. I expect from you two to inform your friends properly now, to ensure that such outrageous behaviour won't happen again.«

»Wow, way to go Percy. Upsetting one of the kinder gods in just one go.« Will wanted to laugh, to make it seem that it wasn't that bad, but his laugh came more like a strangled cry out.

»How many times did we, did I, told you to keep your mouth shut in more than just one occasion?!« chastised Annabeth, giving him another shoulder slap.

»No, honestly Percy, be fucking glad Pa had another slumber episode of his or you would....I don't know, but it wouldn't be nice.«

»But he's the Demon of Olympus! Isn't he not? The marks of Zeus's banning are a clear sign of it. I don't get why we need help from an evil deity who also deceives everyone to believe he's being known as a lesser god«

»Even for you Perseus, that's a new personal low! How dare you to say such horrible things about my Pa.« Jason stomped off, the anger radiating off and his face slightly red from it.

Will had decided to inform Percy properly about his dad's complete and historical story. He didn't want his parents to be offended—or feel upset and angered—after all they need their help and support for the upcoming—already starting—quest.

You're the brother, a child from Nyx, of Hypnos. It is true, your actual deity personality, form and power is akin to one of chaos—you're a personification of weather—raging storms to be exact—and a sneer of demonic vileness petty violence.

During a darker time in history, Zeus had strikes you with lightning—sealing your actuality, banning them for a balance—and splitting you into what you are now; god of tranquility and slumber.

The splitting had also caused a turn in personality itself. Making you more childish, airhead and forgetful. Kindness from you, comes not completely naturally—feeling more forced without meaning to, though you do love and this was a genuine one.

»Yeah okay, but why is Demosonos—uh, [Name], with your father, Will?«

»They're married?«

»Why?«

»You're officially demoted from Seaweed brain to dumbweed brain.« muttered Nico, pinching the bridge of his nose.

»They married for like years and that's because out of actual love and I'm not gonna tell you their sappy love story.«

»Still I don't get how like Lord Apollo, who blends like the sun, is being married freely to someone like him, a actual demonic person«

»I–oh my fucking god, Percy. My dads are married because they love one another, completely smitten they are, how hard is that to understand?!« Will groaned in desperation, taking a handful of biscuits again—had he almost eaten the whole bowl.

And Nico thought, how a great way to upset a God and already dooming their quest in the very beginning.

~~~

Jason felt hesitant, as if he were five again and didn't wanted to disrupt his parents sleeps because he had a nightmare, to step into the bedroom.

Respectfully he knocked a few times on the door, before opening it and stepping inside.

The bedroom was almost shrouded in complete darkness, except for the dimmed nightshade next to the bed.

Apollo had acknowledged his son, didn't say anything though—to occupied to lay in bed next to you, hand supporting his head as he drove his fingers through your hair.

A cooled washcloth was placed over your face. You hadn't started to sweat, sign of upcoming fever, but Apollon didn't wanted to risk it—doing a prevention beforehand.

What most, be it his own kind or humans, didn't know is that Zeus lightning strike to you has caused more than just a split personality—created a rift in your health, leaving you vulnerable and weak and prone to sickness.

Apollo couldn't do much about it. Not even with his powers of healing, leaving him a pit of despair and self-hatred whenever you got sick.

»Do you know the actual, not that stupidly outrageous idea of us gods being unfaithful, I mean some truly are, reason, why we have decided to let you and Will and all your other siblings been born from Humans?«

»No,« Jason shook his head, debating with himself if he should sit or lay down next to you, in the end he chose a mix of both.

Jason had sometimes wonders why it always had been that way—being born from humans and a deity—even though gods and goddesses could bear children just as well.

When he had been younger, wasn't all that long ago in his early teen years—memory still fresh in mind and sometimes upsetting him—he had accused his father, they had another argument that day, he never had loved dad in the beginning and being unfaithful to him—cheating with woman's and only seeing you as some kind of trophy.

That day was the only day and time where Jason had seen Apollo with actual anger on his face. The kind of anger which bubbles in you till it turns into hatred and pettiness.

»It's because your dad wouldn't survive the procedure of giving birth and I mind you, the whole explanatory of the aspect itself of how we gods and goddesses giving birth and the many various ways to do so, is chaotic complexing on its own.«

»You mean, dad would die? But you are immortals and immortals aren't meant to die«

»Yes and no. Even though we're immortals of eternity, there are still ways—ancient barbaric ones—to kills us or at least in a sense of us being dead. No, no, Jay, the reason isn't death, he just wouldn't survive.«

Jason furrowed his brows, not understanding what his father meant or trying to tell him.

»You well aware of what happened to your dad, his history. Zeus had strike him down, leaving him in the few hours of unconsciousness—which had caused a spurt of utterly violent storms throughout the land—vulnerable and unable to defend himself against any sort of danger and hostile.«

»Are you trying to tell me that, Zeus had, you know—with dad?«

»Dear lord! Jason! Absolutely not! Don't ever think of such disgusting scenarios and manners again.«

Apollo sighed deeply, not having expected his Son to come to such conclusions. You stirred again, your hand coming up to your face and taking the washcloth off.

Bleary you opened your eyes, trying to make out where you are and who you are.

Apollo, praying silent apologies already, leaning down to you—pressing a soft kiss onto your lips and with a quick whisper of humming lullaby, brought you back into the grips of slumber. Unconscious you rolled onto your side, over to him and into his arms.

»You put him into force sleep! Didn't you told us to never use our powers of sleep in such forceful ways? It's a rule number one!«

Apollo raised a brow at his son, who looked absolutely mortified for a good minute and turned into distasteful disappointment.

»Now now, my son, don't give me such gaze. I too am not proud of what I did, but it had to be done. It's still a sensitive topic and I don't want to cause a distress, disturbance or even distrust perhaps. Now, where was I? Aah yes—«

»So like I said, during the hours of unconsciousness, a wave of sickness rolled over—custody of Pandora's box being opened—and infected painfully your dad. Leaving him, once he had woke up, in a whimpering withering anxiety filled mess.«

»And that's how you meet Dad then, right?«

»That's a story for another, but yes. Anyways, to what I'm trying to say is, your dad is still too vulnerable and weak—sickness prone, to be able to handle the whole procedure of giving birth. I mean we tried it once and only, but.....let's just say, dad still has scars from it. And thus the reason why we and perhaps most of us gods, decided to let our children been born from humans.«

Jason gulped, trying to not choke on his tighten up throat. He hadn't been aware of it, how the true story had happened, but it all makes so much sense now.

The times you got so bedridden, unable to do anything but sleep, that Will cried for days and nights thinking you're about to die from incurable illness.

Or when Will had been still a child, having gotten a nasty flu and you had to take care of Will and him—Jason himself had been in some bad mood the whole week to even consider to help you out as he was the older brother after all—all on your own, because his father had been away for business trips—and you looked so exhausted and ready to pass out any minute, that Jason hadn't even question back then why you took pills after pills and chugged cups of coffee.

Jason understands so much better now, why you never got angry—like he had been, when founding out—when Apollo had intercourse with yet another woman.

He understood why you're so prone to sudden collapse of exhaustion and slumbering sleep during the day or in the middle of doing something.

And then he felt a rush of rage through his blood.

You didn't deserve to be treated like this, to be frowned upon down or with that false kindness the other deities treated you with.

You didn't deserve to either called a demonic being or naively dumbling of airy forgetfulness.

Jason hated it. Hated them, the ones above and those below. How dare they to make you feel so unwanted and filling you with seeds of self-hatred and anxiety—when you give nothing but pure love to him and his siblings.

Jason wasn't blind, his father neither—though the man chose to completely ignore it, when you once again had puffy red rimmed eyes—when you had cried in the bathroom during nights and mumbling things to yourself, Jason didn't want to repeat.

Jason decided, this prophecy wasn't worth it to bring you once again pain and remind you of the haunting past.

If it meant to sabotage the quest, he would do. After all his loyalty and love belongs to only you and not to the greater ones above, who hadn't even the slightest fuck to give about their children.

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after dark.

Morpheus x Reader (one shot)

Run-through: You always dreamt of him. The beautiful, mysterious, enchanting stranger who took you on adventures each night when you slept. He was your secret, no one in your waking life knew of him. Each night as you drifted off to sleep, you spent hours in his company. And it was always peaceful and wholesome with him, sure some nights your dreams were somewhat steamy, but it was always comforting and safe with him. But of course, he only existed in your dreams, right? It’s not like he would take offence if you were to, say, fool around with someone else in real life. Right? Well, so you thought. Until the line between dreams and reality begins to blur, making you question your sanity.

Themes: smut, fluff, possessive!morpheus

You had the biggest smile on your face as you ran to him, into his open arms.

“Morpheus!” You squealed, finally reaching him. Wrapping your arms around your favourite dream man, you pressed yourself against him.

He let out a pleasant hum as he hugged you. “You seem happier than when I last saw you.” He commented, and you caught the hint of a tease in his voice.

You pulled away from the hug to look at him. The last time… you felt your face burning when you remembered it. The last time you saw Morpheus was just last night, and you two may or may not have gotten cosy in what he referred to as his ‘throne room’.

You linked your arm with his as the two of you strolled in the meadow. It made you feel like you were in Victorian times, wearing a pretty dress and out on a stroll with a handsome man.

“You remember that job I told you about?” You asked, turning to look at him.

Morpheus smiled at you, “I remember. You spent half an hour telling me how it has been your dream job since you were just a child.”

You got extra excited because he did remember. You stopped walking and turned to face Morpheus properly.

“Well…” You took his hands in yours and smiled up at him, “I got it! They called me just this afternoon and told me that I was the perfect candidate!” You hugged him again, inhaling his familiar scent. A familiar scent you could only describe as dreamy - like rain, like a pine forest in the winter. Something cool, but also mysterious. “Oh Morpheus,” You sighed, “You have no idea how much this means to me. Can you believe it? I…”

As you spoke about how much this job means to you, Morpheus just smiled and held you in his arms. Smiled and pretended he had nothing to do with the fact that you so conveniently got the job right after telling him all about it.

Morpheus once accidentally stumbled upon you while you were in The Dreaming. And he’s been infatuated ever since. You were roaming around the meadow when he found you; wearing a pretty dress and, as cliché as it sounds, chasing the butterflies. That day, he couldn’t help but approach you and talk to you.

You two spoke for a very long time and only when it was time for you to wake up did Morpheus realise that he didn’t want to let you go just yet. So he promised you that he’d meet you again, in your dreams the very next day. You kissed him on the cheek and your dream ended. And ever since, he’s met you in your dreams almost every single night.

When you were done talking, Morpheus just leaned in and kissed you. A soft, deep kiss. Like a lover would. And it left you breathless. When you opened your eyes to look at him, you sighed again.

“Sometimes it feels like you’re real.” You said, nuzzling his jaw. “Sometimes I wish you were.”

Morpheus’ grip tightened just a little around you. You felt him tense up but it was so slight that you didn’t think twice about it. Then he said something which he often did. In that deep, dark as night and powerful voice of his he said, “I am real.”

You chuckled then, agreeing just for the sake of agreeing. Reaching out to poke his arrogant nose. “Of course you are, my Lord.” You teased him.

He exhaled loudly, a faint smile on his pretty mouth as he pulled away from your finger when it sought to poke his nose again. “Tell me,” He spoke, taking your hand in his again and urging you to walk with him, “Where do you want to go today?”

Each night was an adventure for you. Morpheus would take you wherever you wanted to go. Up on the mountains, by the rivers, in castles and kingdoms (sometimes even his own). He’d take you to cities that don’t exist and in libraries which seemed endless.

And today you said, as you smiled at him, “A beach at sunset, please.”

Morpheus gave you another one of his rare, soft smiles, “Very well, my darling.”

As soon as he said it, there you were all of a sudden - on a beach. It was all golden rays from the setting sun, golden and warm sand, and the gentle waves crashing on the shore, the water glittering. The cool breeze. The scent of the sea. It felt like peace.

You closed your eyes for a moment, the dreamy beach feeling all too real as you breathed in deeply. You tilted your head back, letting the golden rays of the sun wash over you. And just then you felt Morpheus’ arms wrap around you from behind.

You giggled as you imagined just how out of place he must look on a golden beach. Him with his dark hair, and dark clothes, his long dark coat. And that constant princely pout on his mouth. “Thank you.” You whispered, hoping he heard it over the cool breeze.

“You’re welcome,” He said, the timbre of his voice making his chest rumble. He nuzzled your cheek, rubbing the cold tip of his nose against your skin.

“I wish I could stay here forever. With you.” You said, leaning back against him.

He said way too quickly, “You could.”

You laughed again, melting against him as he held you. The two of you watching the sunset, well you did more of the sunset watching because Morpheus just looked at you instead.

A while later, when you were both sitting on the blanket that appeared out of nowhere on the beach, Morpheus asked, “You’re awfully quiet today.”

You sighed, leaning back against his chest. You were currently sitting in between his parted legs and there was nothing more comfortable than leaning against his warm, powerful body. “Just thinking.” You mumbled.

Since it was a dream, the sun wasn’t exactly setting with time. It just stayed there, half submerged in the horizon and perfectly golden. And even after what felt like a couple of hours, you still couldn’t get enough of looking at it, and the saturated clouds and sky around it.

Morpheus wrapped an arm around you, pulling back and more into him. “About what?”

You gently caressed his hand which was resting on your stomach, “About just how perfect things have been going for me ever since I met you. Are you some kind of magician?” You asked, teasing him.

He had a little smirk on those perfect lips of his as you tilted your head just enough to look at him. “No, but I do keep telling you that I am the dream lord.”

“Mhmm,” You hummed, believing him for a nanosecond. “Then you know all about everyone’s dreams?”

“And nightmares.” He added.

You chuckled, “Well, then tell me. What did I dream the most about when I was very little, like five or six years old?”

Morpheus looked like he was thinking about it, and then said, “Dragons.”

You were only surprised for half a second, then you laughed it off. You thought that Morpheus was just a product of your subconscious, so of course he knew everything that you knew - even the things you’d forgotten. “Very good, Dream Lord. And what about now that I’m all grown up?” You asked, still in a playful tone.

“Me.” Morpheus said, sounding proud and powerful. “You dream of me.” He said again, letting his hand trail down your body, petting you and caressing you through the thin fabric of the dress. “You dream of this.” He whispered, grabbing the material of the skirt and pulling it up to reveal the soft skin of your thighs. His hand dipped down in between your legs, caressing you there and toying with the soft lips in between your thighs.

You gasped and let out a quiet moan as he teased your clit, circled the tips of his two fingers around it, spreading your wetness around lazily.

“You dream of this, do you not?” He questioned, sliding his two fingers down your wet slit and teasing your hole. “Tell me, my darling. Do you not?”

You whined, squirming a little against him, “Yes, Morpheus. I do.” You whispered, and right after, he slid his fingers into you. Gently, stroking your walls as you slowly rode his fingers. His touch was always soft but fiery, even though he was always calm and collected - there was something electric about his touch.

“You’re so warm.” He kissed along your jaw as he finger-fucked you. Nibbling and biting your skin, but also kissing and tasting it. “Does that feel good?” He asked, whispering into your ear as he kissed around it while his fingers ever so gently sped up into you. “Do my fingers feel good?”

You nodded, holding back a moan as you said, “Yes… more, please,” You tried to grind your hips harder against his fingers but he wouldn’t let you, not just yet.

He chuckled darkly against your ear, making your body tingle and throb for him. “Tell me you’re mine.” He whispered. “Tell me you’re mine alone.”

You sighed in pleasure as he reached deeper inside you, his fingers curling just right inside your warm, wet hole, making your arch your back, whining for him. “I’m yours, Morpheus. All yours, and yours alone. Please, just let me come.”

His other hand reach out to toy with your clothed nipple as he quickened his pace, fucking you faster and deeper with his fingers. “Alright.” He said, “Come for me.” And you did. Whining and squirming, your walls clenching around his fingers as he thrust them in and out of you as you came all over them, drenching them with your wetness. Morpheus smirked, kissing the side of your face while you recovered. “Well done, darling. I’m afraid it is time for you to wake up now.”

You groaned, turning around to face him. “I’m gonna miss you. I always do.” You said, cupping his face and leaning in to give him a loud kiss on his pouty, pink lips.

He smiled faintly, “I will see you tomorrow. And good luck with your new job.”

You gave him one last hug before you parted.

Then you woke up in your bed, in your apartment, excited to start the day.

—

The next few days were filled with so much workload and so much excitement, and so many new friends at work that you barely slept long enough, or deeply enough to dream. You took light naps, waking up every hour or so.

And each time you did, it felt like you weren’t alone in the apartment. You blamed the paranoia on work and all that, but it got harder and harder to ignore each time. One night, as your eyes shut slowly, you could’ve sworn there was a tall, dark figure standing at the end of your bed.

It didn’t scare you though, as crazy as it sounds, it felt familiar. And although the thought crossed your mind a few times, you laughed it off because there was no way that your dream man would just materialise into your real life. He existed only in your dreams. Only there.

One Friday evening, a male colleague asked if you wanted to grab a drink before you went home. And you agreed. The guy was funny, charismatic and good looking. A round of drinks turned into three, and then you two hooked up in the pub’s washroom. You both agreed that it was just sex, you both needed the release. And you with the dreams you’d been having, even more so.

Though, a part of you kept comparing your colleague to Morpheus. But then he made you come a few times and you forgot all about it.

Morpheus isn’t real, you told yourself, enjoy this right now. Morpheus isn’t here. He’s not real. He can’t be.

After helping each other clean up, sharing smiles and laughter and wishing one another good night, you and your colleague parted ways outside the pub. And you walked home.

It was still a little busy at that time, and yet you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched. You walked a little faster then, turning around to check behind you every minute until you were well inside your apartment.

Quick sex at the pub and the day’s work had taken a toll on you so all you could do was fix yourself a quick dinner, get the in the shower and get in bed.

And that was when you dreamt. Although tonight was entirely different. Whenever you dreamt and met Morpheus, it was always bright and sparkly. The colours seemed extra lively. The air was always cool.

But tonight was anything but. You found yourself standing on a wooden jetty, just above a dark body of water. It was hauntingly beautiful, but a little frightening nonetheless. The sky was dark, so was the still water. Water so still that you couldn’t help but imagine all the nightmares that must hide beneath the surface.

Nightmares… was this a nightmare? Morpheus had once promised you that you would never experience a nightmare ever again in your life. But then, what was this?

You looked around and there was no one there but you. In the eerie silence, and the air seemed a little chilly. You were on this edge of the wooden structure but you still refused to walk down it because who knew where it might lead?

“A nightmare?” You whispered under your breath.

“Not quite.” Said a deep, dangerous voice.

You looked around and saw nothing at first. But then you really looked and there it was, the two glowing orbs that seemed like they were floating your way. The closer they got, the more they looked like two eyes instead.

“Morpheus?” You called out, genuinely confused. “It’s you.” You said, finally being able to see him. It looked like he stepped out of darkness itself, like he was made of it. His long dark cloak swayed gently as he walked down the jetty to get to you like he was in no rush at all.

He remained quiet as he approached.

So you asked again, “I’m having a nightmare?”

To which he replied, “No you are not. I have simply selected this place to speak with you.”

You almost chuckled, “You selected? Morpheus, this is my dream. You can’t control my d-,”

He cut you off, in that same composed and cold tone he said, “What part of me being Dream of the Endless did you not grasp?”

That shut you up for a moment. But then you said, “That’s not real. You’re just something my mind constructed. You’re not real.”

He looked amused. Even though you argued, you seemed a little confused. As though you weren’t fully confident in what you were saying. “You say I’m not real?”

“No.” You said plainly. You’d take a step back, but if you did you’d end up in the dark water. So you stayed put as Morpheus stepped closer to you.

“Are you certain?” He asked, like someone who’s waiting to prove you wrong.

“Morpheus…” You whispered as he reached down to wrap his hand around your wrist. “Please, what’s-,”

“Come,” He said, “Let’s show you just how real I am.”

One minute you were standing on the edge of that jetty, looking down at the dark water. And the next you were in your apartment. In your bed. With Morpheus standing very still next to it.

You wanted to scream, but instead you got out of bed and moved the furthest you could from him. “There's no way this is happening. I must be dreaming.” You kept pinching yourself, hard enough to leave bruises on your skin.

Morpheus smirked, “This is not a dream. I’m here,” He said, walking over to where you stood, pressing yourself against the wall. His fingers trailed up your neck, making you shiver before they slid into your hair and tugged on it, tilting your head a little. “Now, I would like for you to tell me why you let another man touch what is mine.” He stared down at you with his jaw clenched. “Answer me.”

You were basically drowning in confusion and denial, and still you would be lying if you said that his voice didn’t shove unholy thoughts in your head. But… he was here. You realised. He was tangible, not just a fragment of your unconscious mind. He was… you struggled to say the word ‘real’ but he was.

“No,” You whispered. “I… I dream about you but you can’t be real. Morpheus, you can’t be.” You said, like you could coax him into ceasing to exist in real life.

“Answer my question,” He leaned in closer till his eyes were all that you could see in the dimly lit room. “Why did you let him?” As he spoke, his lips brushed against yours, making you shiver. “It seems to me that you forgot who I am. You forgot that you belong to me.” He said, sounding calm but dangerous. “Need I remind you?”

Now wasn’t the right time to feel all tingly down there, but you couldn’t help it. It was the familiarity of him that prevented you from being scared of him. Somewhere, you knew he wouldn’t hurt you. In fact, you had more of an issue with believing that he was real instead of being afraid.

“Morpheus…” You whispered, your lips brushing against his as well as you said his name. In desolation it sounded like. You weren’t ready to accept this just yet.

And he knew. He scoffed, letting go of you and stepping away. “You reek of him.” He pointed out, his eyes glossier than normal. He looked disappointed. “I will come back when you are ready for me to. And we will talk. Until then, I will be keeping an eye on you so…” He leaned in closer to whisper, “My darling, I better not see you anywhere near him again.”

You could do nothing more than just stare at him. He’s real. He’s real. He’s real. And then he was gone.

You didn’t sleep at all that night, fearing that you might dream of him.

–

And for the next few days, when you slept you didn’t even dream at all. Just calm, dreamless nights. You were restless though. Morpheus had been such a constant in your life for so long and now he was just… Gone.

Were you ready to see him again though? You shivered just at the thought of him. Not in fear though, something else entirely.

He was real. He was indeed Dream of the Endless. He was the Dream Lord, and the King of Nightmares. His castle was real. The endless library was real. The Dreaming was real.

Now what?

‘I will come back when you are ready for me to. And we will talk.’

You tried to ignore it, that feeling deep within your heart. That part of you which longed for him. His voice, his touch, you missed him. Endless or not, you two had too much history for you to just forget about him.

So one night, you decided you wanted to talk to him. Except, you didn’t know how to contact him. You tried to force yourself to sleep so maybe you’d find him in your dreams - where he apparently lurks around. But you were too nervous to fall asleep. And being unable to fall asleep had you frustrated.

You sat on the edge of your bed, your head in your hands as you cursed, “For fuck’s sake, Morpheus, how do I-,” You cut youself off as you felt him.

His electric presence in the room. He was here.

“You called?” He said, and it sounded more like a taunt.

You lifted your head up to look at him. You had one of your table lamps on so his eyes looked extra shiny. “I can’t take this anymore. And… and I don’t know what to do about it.”

Morpheus walked over to where you were. You let him. You let him reach out and touch your face as you looked up at him with tears of frustration in your eyes. You wanted to be angry, but you couldn’t.

“You cannot take what?” He asked, sounding more gentle than you expected. Although there was a fire in his eyes which isn’t normally there.

You scoffed, pulling away from his touch as you stood up to face him. “This. Us. Whatever this is. It has to stop.” Your voice cracked, “I…you need to put an end to this.”

Morpheus just stared at you for a moment. Then asked, “And I should let him have you? I should let someone else take what is mine?”

He sounded every bit of the King of Nightmares that he apparently was. Dark and broody, arrogant and powerful. You tried to look away from him, but there’s always been something about the look on Morpheus’ face - like a bored monarch - that made it hard to look at anything else in the room while he was in it.

You spoke softly, “Morpheus, I didn’t know. I didn’t know what this meant. I just went with it thinking it was all fake, that it was all just dreams. But now…” You trailed off, not knowing how to word what you were feeling.

What did you want? For him to leave, forever?

“But now,” Morpheus said, “Now that you know it has been real all along, you wish for it to end? You wish to never see me again?” He questioned with a sly smirk, like he knows the answer.

You frowned at him, defeated, “I don’t know.”

Morpheus stepped closer to you, dangerously close. So close that every fibre of your being tingled and longed to be touched by him. The air around him was almost just as electric as he was. “That is not an answer, is it? Yes or no?”

You sighed, avoiding his eyes as you spoke, “How does this make any sense? I’m just human and you’re… you’re like, God.”

He scoffed, then grabbed your chin so you couldn’t look away from him, “I am more than your god. I’m Endless.” He sounded as arrogant as one.

“That doesn’t make it easier, does it?”

“Yes it does.” He argued quickly. “You belong to me.” He said like it was a finality, his hand trailed down your body, gently, starting from your neck, down to your breasts and all the way down to your thighs where he gripped your hips and pulled you into him.“You’re mine. And by my side is where you belong.” He whispered in your ear while his hand ran up and down your body.

Your body felt like it was on fire under his touch. Your back arched a little, leaning into his touch. As always, you melted. “Morpheus…” You gasped as he squeezed your breast and leaned in to kiss your neck, one of his hands reaching up to wrap around your throat as he kept you in place while he tasted your skin.

“Shh, my darling,” He whispered against your skin. “Let me. Let me make you mine.” And next thing you knew, you were being pushed down on your bed. He pinned you down on the soft mattress by your throat while he stared down into your eyes. “You will let me, won’t you?” He asked, staring down at you with those pretty eyes.

You nodded quickly, “Yes.” You said, breathlessly.

“Good.” He sounded pleased. He made quick work of removing your clothes and then pulled away just enough so he could look down at your bare body beneath him. He held your stare as he took off his clothes. And the way his body moved was hypnotic; taut, lean and all clean lines.

Before you could do anything, Morpheus was kissing down your body and you were a whimpering mess by the time he kissed along your inner thighs. He smirked when you let out a loud moan as he kissed your throbbing clit ever so gently.

You couldn’t resist him. You melted right under his touch as his tongue gently licked down your folds, his hand rubbing up and down your thigh as he pushed his face further into your wet core. You heard him growl before he bit down on the soft skin at your inner thighs to get your attention.

“Look at me.” He mumbled. And when you did he said, “This is mine. Do you understand me?”

You supported yourself up on your elbows and looked down at him, nodding in agreement. Pleased, he held your stare as he attached his mouth to your core again, making you whimper in pleasure. Your legs began shaking a little as he took his time and dragged his tongue up and down your slit.

“Tell me,” He demanded, “Tell me you’re mine. He whispered before he got back to teasing your sensitive spot with his warm and wet tongue, relishing your taste.

“I’m yours, Morpheus. I’m yours and you know it.” You said, moaning as your back arched off the bed as a wave of intense pleasure washed over you.

“And you better remember it. Because if I see someone else touch you like I do ever again, I will make sure they never know sanity again.” He said casually before getting back to teasing your entrance with the tip of his tongue.

“Morpheus, please…” you moaned pathetically.

But he didn’t make you come so easily. He licked around your clit one last time before pulling away and kissing his way up your body again. He leaned in to kiss your open mouth eventually, making you gasp and moan and turning you into a breathless mess.

“You’re mine.” He mumbled against your lips, settling in between your legs and his hand reached up to wrap around your throat - as if to remind you that you were his.

You touched him wherever you could, your eager hands roaming his body. “Yes…” You whispered back against his lips. You were a whimpering mess by the time he aligned his erected cock to your entrance.

You shuddered, moaning as you felt all of him filling you up. “You feel that? Do you feel me inside of you?” He asked, tightening his grip around your throat. He smirked when you nodded, “No one else is going to make you feel this way.” He said, leaning in to gently brush his lips against yours but not kissing you just yet. “Do you hear me?” He asked in that growly voice of his.

“Yes,” You said, breathless and whining when he refused to move. And you knew that your soft whimpers only fueled his pride. “Morpheus, please.” You begged, trying to grind your hips against his. But even then he didn’t make a move. He just held you there, pinned under him as he let you feel him properly. His jealousy was quickly taking over him, and so was his hubris.

“Why did you let him touch you the other night?” He asked, surprising you just a little. Because of course he would bring it up right here right now. There was always a subtle cruelness to Morpheus and you could see it well now.

“Morpheus, please.” You pleaded, your brain barely working with how badly you needed him to fuck you.

“No,” He said, “You do not get to beg me. Not now.” And for a moment there he sounded properly cruel. The tone of his voice sent shivers down your spine as you squirmed under him, desperately trying to get some friction. “Tell me,” He continued, “Do I not give enough? Did I not make most of your dreams come true? Was my love not enough for you?” He questioned.

You could barely think straight, but even then, you heard the hurt and the irritation in his voice that was not just cold, but lethal. “I’m… I’m sorry.” You whispered, looking up at him.

“And now you apologise.” He taunted through gritted teeth as he dug his knees into the mattress before pulling out and fucking into you hard. “Do you have any idea what it was like for me to watch that?” He questioned, fucking you slowly, cruelly.

You cried out in pleasure as his cock filled you up again and again.

He tightened his grip around your throat as he sped up into you, growling right in your ear, “I am going to make sure that never happens again.” He whispered, sounding menacing while you were a moaning mess under him as he sped up into you. “You so desperately wanted to be fucked, did you not? Well, I am going to make sure to always keep you satisfied.” He hissed in your ear in that dark voice, speeding up again.

He stretched you out deliciously, perfectly. Filling you up and reaching all the right places as he went, occasionally biting down on your lip as he pounded into you relentlessly.

“I feel good inside of you, do I not, my darling?” He whispered, getting a little breathless himself as he watched you squirm and whine under him.

You nodded, barely able to form a proper sentence. “Yes… you do.”

Morpheus lifted one of your legs and hooked it to his waist, pushing himself deeper inside you, smirking down at you as he felt you clench hard around him. He stared down at you with a handsome and arrogant smirk on his face. “Are you close?” He asked, “Will you come for me?”

You whimpered, “Can I?” You asked.

He almost let you. Almost.

“Do you deserve it?” He asked with the kind of authority in his voice that only made you clench around him harder. He didn’t slow down as you felt you fluttering around him. Instead he kept pounding into you as your eyes rolled back and you moaned out loud, lust-drunk and right on the edge. “Do you deserve to? After what you did?” He asked as he fucked into you relentlessly, knowing that he was only making it harder for you to hold back.

You had tears streaming down your face, but he still didn’t let you come just yet. “Please…” You begged.

“Promise me first,” He whispered, leaning down to stare deeper into your eyes, “Promise me you will not turn to anyone else to satisfy you ever again.”

Your walls clenched around him violently and your back arched off the bed. “I promise. I promise, Morpheus please…”

You felt the pressure building up inside you. A burning knot getting tighter and tighter, wanting to explode but just waiting for his command…

“Come for me.” He said finally.

And your orgasm washed over you right as he said so. Your leg around his waist was trembling, and so was your whole body as you came for him. Gasping and moaning, squirming beneath him given he didn’t stop thrusting into you as you came.

You felt your mind getting foggy, your walls tightening around his length, gushing out around his cock while he still pounded relentlessly into you until he came as well, grunting and breathing heavily, filling you up so much that you could feel it. Some of it trickled out of you when he carefully removed his cock from your body and looked down to where his cum dripped down your inner thighs.

“Mine.” He said, one final time. His voice coarse and deeper than usual.

As he wrapped his arms around your trembling frame, you whispered against his warm skin, “Yours.”

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When the raven calls

Morpheus x Female Reader

You, his raven, die protecting Jessamy while rescuing the Dream Lord. When Morpheus returns to his realm, he mourns your loss, only to find a stranger waiting for him in his throne room. The stranger claims to be you, now in human form. He doesn't understand, but his raven will always watch over him.

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Notes: This chapter is very episode heavy in some places.

Chapter Ten - Trust fall

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You hear Lucienne and Morpheus talking as you pass the throne room. You poke your head in and find Dream sitting on the steps with his coat sprawled out behind him. In his hand was a book. Lucienne was talking to him as he went through it.

You enter quietly and make your way over to them. Morpheus lifts his head when you enter, and he looks pleased. Not only are you still in human form, but you've returned to his side again.

This pleases him greatly.

"Is something wrong?" You ask.

"Jed Walker is missing." Lucienne tells you.

"Jed Walker?"

Morpheus realises there is a lot he hasn't told you about. He brings you up to speed on Rose Walker and her mission to find her brother. How Jed Walker can't even be found in the Dreaming, as if something or someone was keeping him out.

"Jed Walker is still in the realm of the living, but I cannot find him." Morpheus says. "All humans are connected to the Dreaming. They spend a third of their life here. Breaking that connection would require knowledge. And power."

"Then it may interest you to know that the last nightmare Jed Walker had before he disappeared was of Gault," Lucienne states.

You look up at the window where she is still depicted. "Interesting."

"You think she severed him from the Dreaming?" Morpheus asks her.

"I do."

"Why?"

"Because he's not just any child, is he? He's Rose Walker's brother. She is the vortex."

You had begun to connect all the dots now.

"Excuse me."

You all turn to see a young woman enter from here you had just come from. You find yourself moving to stand beside Morpheus as she walks closer.

"I'm Rose Walker. What do you know about my brother?" She asks.

Morpheus stands up and faces her. "You are welcome here, Rose Walker."

"Who are you?"

"You have somehow dreamed your way into an audience with Lord Morpheus." Lucienne explains. "The King of Dreams. And you must go."

"Lucienne." Morpheus speaks her name.

"She shouldn't be here."

You look at Rose. She could only be 20 something tops. She looks confused but also interested in what's happening. She doesn't really look at you as she listens to Morpheus and Lucienne talk.

"No, but I should like her to stay."

"What is this place?" She asks.

"You're in the Dreaming, the place where people come when they sleep."

"So, I'm asleep right now? I'm dreaming?"

"Yes, and I should like to know how it is you found me." Morpheus says.

"I heard you talking about my brother. Is he here?"

"No." Morpheus steps down from the stairs and walls over to Rose. He comes to stand beside her.

"Do you know where he is?" She asks.

"No. But I think he might be with one of my missing Nightmares." He tells her as they look up at the window.

"She's a nightmare? What would she want with Jed?"

"I don't know. But I have a feeling it has something to do with you." Morpheus looks at her curiously.

"Me? Why? What did I do?"

"It is not what you did. It is what you are." He tells her.

"I'm sorry. I don't understand any of this."

"No. Dream vortexes are largely incomprehensible."

"What's a dream vortex?"

"You are."

You roll your eyes. That doesn't really explain anything to her. Morpheus was hopeless sometimes.

"Once every few thousand years, a mortal is born with a Dreaming ability so powerful, she can travel through the dreams of others." You explain, coming over to join the two.

Morpheus looks at you.

"Apperantly, all the way to my throne room." He says, returning his gaze back to Rose.

"I was just looking for my brother." She speaks softly.

"If you can find me in The Dreaming, you can find your brother." Morpheus tells her. "No matter where Gaukt has hidden him."

"How? How do I do that?"

"For now, keep looking for your brother in the waking world. Matthew will watch over you there."

"I could do it," you say.

"No." Morpheus looks at you instantly.

Rose looks between the pair of you and then at Matthew. She feels the tension building.

"At your service, Rose." Matthew bows his head at her.

"When he is with you, I am with you." Morpheus tells Rose. "Then tonight, when you sleep, you and I will go in search for Gault and your brother together. In your dreams."

"She's just a nightmare, right? She can't hurt him, can she?"

You look down at the ground. Morpheus can see you in the corner of his eye.

Rose Walker wakes. She disappears from the Dreaming.

Lucienne takes her leave for now, as does Matthew. Morpheus looks at you. You avoid his eyes as you slowly try to walk away.

"Wait."

You stop and wait.

"Look at me."

You lift your head and meet his eyes reluctantly. He stares at you silently for a few moments before he speaks. "Is something wrong?"

"No."

"No?'

You sigh. "Do you not trust me?" You ask.

"Of course I do. Why would I not?"

"You were so quick to send Matthew to help Rose."

"Yes?" He regards you curiously. He really doesn't see what the issue is.

"I'm right here. I can do things, too. I still have my raven form, remember?"

"I do."

"So, send me. Let me be your raven again," you plead.

He says your name softly. "It is not that I do not trust you. I just..."

"What?" You urge.

"I don't want you to leave my side."

You frown. "That's not a good enough reason."

Morpheus falls quiet again.

"I'm going for a walk... or better yet, I fly around the palace..." As you take a step, you turn into a raven and fly out of there.

Morpheus watches you go.

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Lucienne walks through the library and spots Morpheus going through the books. She approaches him quickly.

"My lord, may I help?"

"Is this everything we have on Rose Walker?" He asks her.

"And Jed Walker. But I shouldn't think there's anything in those you don't already know. Except perhaps-"

"Exceot perhaps why she was able to wander into my throne room." He finishes for her. "What do you think? Why did Gault target her brother and not her?"

"Did you read about Unity Kinkaid?" Lucidnne asks. "The day you were imprisoned, there were people all over the world who fell asleep and could not wake up. Unity Kinkaid is the sole survivor of what they called the Sleepy Sickness. The day you reutneed, she woke up. Rose Walker is her great-granddaughter."

"Which would seem to suggest that my absence caused the birth of a vortex." Morpheus says.

"Is that not a possibility?"

"Vortxes are naturally occurring phenomena. No one knows why they happen. Not even I know. But I do know they are not caused or created. They simply happen." He explains.

"Then this is all a coincidence? And not am imminent threat?"

"My instinct says no, but tonight when Rose Walker sleeps, I shall see it more clearly. May I?" He takes the book with him as he leaves.

You watch from the book shelf you had been sitting on. Lucienne looks up and stares at you. You say nothing and fly out.

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"You do know I can sense you as a raven? We are connected, after all."

You sigh and land on the table in front of him. He looks at you silently.

"I wanted to know more about Rose." You say.

"You could have just asked."

"I didn't think you would tell me," you sigh.

"Now who doesn't trust who?"

You ruffle your feathers and sigh. It's easier to talk to him as a raven. This way, he can't see you get flustered when he looks at you.

"I'm not trying to fall out with you. Maybe I'm jealous that Matthew gets to be the top raven these days. That used to be my job."

Morpheus is surprised to hear you say that.

"Matthew is new to the job. He needs all the experience he can get."

"Your excuses are becoming boring."

Morpheus feels bad. He is making up excuses. He simply doesn't want you to leave his side at the moment, now while you have him feeling the way he is.

"Come with me tonight."

You look up at him. "Huh?"

"Come with me to see Rose."

"You mean it?" You ask, excitedly.

"Yes."

Your head perks up as you look up at him. He can sense your happiness. He smiles softly.

"However, I have one condition."

"Okay..."

"You can only accompany me in your human form."

"Why?" You cock your head to the side.

"Because I want you to."

You know that's the best you're going to get out of him. You sigh. "Fine."

"I'll call for you when Rose enters the Dreaming again."

"Okay." You fly off.

Morpheus watches you go, wishing you would stay.

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When Rose falls asleep, Morpheus knows. He calls for you as soon as he feels her presence in the Dreaming. You fly to him quickly.

"My condition." He says.

You sigh and flap your wings, turning into your human form. You look up at him and sigh again. "Better?"

"Yes."

Morpheus takes your hand gently and then guides you through the Dreaming.

Currently, Rose is walking through the dreams of her friends.

You both find her through the dream of Chantel, her friend. You follow his gaze as he turns to look at Rose. He says nothing as he grasps your hand and pulls you through the door.

Rose ends up outside on a street where she sees Barbie in an expensive car and Ken, naked, trying to talk to her. Looks like he was having a bad dream.

You stand on the other side of the street with Morpheus, watching Rose. She turns and sees you both.

"Why is this happening? I thought we were looking for Jed." She says.

"We are." Morpheus replies.

"Then why am I in my friends' dreams?"

"Because yo uare drawing the dreams of others to you." He tells her. "Just be careful not to lose yourself in them. Take a moment. Find your path."

Rose's gaze shifts over his shoulder. You both turn to see a poster on a gate. It's one of her missing posters for Jed. Rose walks over to it and pushes it open, going through.

Now you're standing out in the open, watching Princess Barbara on her quest to save the land.

"So, what is a dream vortex? What is it for? What does it do?"

I confess, there are some questions to whichever I do not have an answer." Morpheus admits. "But I can tell you that a vortex has the power to dream entire worlds or destroy them."

Rose walks off in the same direction Barbie headed. Morpheus and you follow her.

A graveyard. A young girl skipping past the graves as she sings to herself.

"Is that...?"

"Zelda. When she was your brother's age."

Rose follows the young Zelda through the cemetery as she talks to herself.

"Is she lost?"

"She's at home here," Morpheus explains. "That is what most people seek when they dream."

"Home?"

"Do you know where that is for Jed?"

Zelda enters one of he crypts close by. Rose follows her. On the door is another poster. Rose takes it and goes through the door. Morpheus and you follow her.

You're standing on a street. Quiet. Homely looking. Other than the three of you, there doesn't seem to be anyone around.

"You know this place?"

"That was our house growing up. Look." She shows you the photo on the poster. You smile at her as you take the poster from her hand and take a closer look.

"You've done it." Morpheus smiles. "You've found your brother's dream. Now we find Gault."

You look around. It's so quiet here.

It doesn't stay quiet for long. You watch in interest and confusion as sand swirls around and a young boy, dressed like a superhero from a comic, appears. There's what appears to be a ruby on his costume too.

The sand. The ruby. You chuckles softly.

"Halt, King of Nightmares, or I'll send you both to Dreamland."

"Jed?" Rose asks.

"I am the Guardian of Sleepers. I am Lord of the Dream Domain. I am the Sandman."

You giggle softly.

Morpheus smiles. "You are the Sandman? Is that what she told you?"

Jed gets defensive.

"Where is she? Your master."

"Stay back."

"Jed, we're not here to hurt you." Rose tells him.

A woman comes up behind Jed and places her hand on his shoulder. You look at her curiously. The woman looks just like their mother.

Gault.

"It's me you want. Not him."

"Oh my God. Mom?"

"That is not your mother, Rose." Morpheus tells her, stopping her from getting close.

"Rose?" Jed removes his mask.

You watch the siblings hug.

"I've been looking for you everywhere." Rose tells him.

"Mom, it's Rose. She's all grown up."

"I'm sorry, Jed." Morpheus removes Gault's disguise.

"What did you do to her?" Jed yells.

Rose makes Jed look at her as she talks to him. Rose explains to him what is happening and then asks where he is.

"I'm right here."

"No, Jeddy, this is a dream. When you wake up, where will you be?" She asks.

"Uncle Barnaby said he's gonna break every bone in my body." Jed says, getting upset.

You frown. What are they doing to this poor boy in the waking world?

"Who's Barnaby?"

"Aunt Clarice won't be able to stop him."

"Where are they, Jed? Where are Aunt Clarice and Uncle Barnaby?"

"They're home. They're in Homeland." Jed says.

"Where is that? Where is Home Land?"

"Come, Gault. We must go." Morpheus says.

Gault crouches near Jed and looks at him sadly. "I'm sorry, Sandman."

"It's time to wake up, Jed." Morpheus states.

"Wait!" You try and stop him.

"Goodbye, Rose Walker."

Rose tries to get more answers from Jed, but Morpheus ends the dream.

You're now standing in the throne room. Morpheus is there. Lucienne, too. Gault stands there looking at Morpheus with disdain. You sit on the steps slowly.

"Do you have any idea what his life is like in the waking world?" Gault asks.

"Humans cannot live in dreams. As long as he stayed there, the child had no life nor the chance for one."

"The boy is being abused. He's suffering." Gault tells him.

"You abused that suffering to build a Dreaming you could rule."

"I had no wish to rule. I merely wished to be a Dream and not a Nightmare." Gault says to him. "To inspire rather than to frighten."

Your gaze softens as you look at her.

"The choice is not yours to make. We do not choose to be created. Nor do we choose how we are made."

You gaze down quietly. Dream has always been so particular about things, but do you not prove change is possible? You are different now from how he made you, and yet he leaves you be.

It doesn't seem fair.

"That is true." Gault agrees with him. "But we can change." Her gaze looks at you. It's like she read your mind.

"No." Morpheus says. "We are, each of us, born with responsibilities. Even I am not free to choose to be other than I am. Nor is anyone."

"Is that were true, why did all the other Dreams and Nightmares choose to leave this place when you had gone away?"

"Not all of us chose to leave and nearly all have returned." Lucienne chimed in.

"Do you think they came back out of love?" Gaulat asked her. "Or because they were afraid of what you wouldndo to them if they did not?" She addresses Morpheus. "Because I'm not afraid."

You hear Morpheus move behind you. The room grows tense.

"You should be."

You look up at him over your shoulder, but he does not move his gaze from Gault.

"A Nightmares purpose is to reveal a dreamer's fears that they may face them."

His shadow descends the stairs past you and toward Gault. You know what he's going to do.

You can't take it any more. You get up and you leave the room.

Morpheus sees you go. Lucienne watches you. Gault does not move her gaze from Dream.

It's only when you're halfway down the hall that you realise you're crying. You reach up and touch your cheek. Your fingers come away wet.

"Oh..."

Now you really do feel human.

You head to your room to be alone.

Lucienne comes by to check on you. She feels for you when she hears you crying softly. She hugs you gently, holding you to her. She's never known you to be so emotional before.

"How can he do that?" You ask.

"I don't know..."

"It's not fair. He's not fair."

Lucienne says nothing as she holds you. You cling to her for comfort. You've never felt more human than you do now.

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jay-blue32 · 1 year

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Sit Still

Dream of the Endless x Femchild! Reader blurb.

Summary- Reader is just plain clumsy. Mentioned that reader has powers of some sort-

Warnings- none that I know of-

Dream is pretty well out of character but- whatever

Also shout out to @just-some-random-blogger though this is not the fic I ask her for help on I wouldn't have wrote this if not for her.

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"Hello Y/n," Dream said in his usual monotone voice, spotting the child sitting on a bench, cradling her knee in both hands.

"Hey Dream," Y/n replied with a grin."I had a bit of an accident." Dream approached the bench and knelt down beside her, noting how hard Y/n was trying to stifle her laughter as she clutched at her knee. "Let me see," he said and reached out to gently touch it.

Y/n flinched away from his touch, the small smile on her face disappearing instantly. "Don't touch it! It hurts!"

"I cannot help you properly if you won't sit still." Dream looked around for some sort of bandage or dressing material but found nothing.

Suddenly, something caught his eye. "Matthew," he called out to his raven companion who had been loitering nearby. "Try and find something I can use to cover this up."

With a croak that conveyed all the annoyance any bird could muster, Matthew took to flight begrudgingly. "So what happened?" Dream asked Y/n as they waited for Matthew's return.

"I was playing tag with some of my friends and I tripped over a log."

“Ah… why didn’t you use your powers to stay afloat?”

"I Did! But then I stumbled on another log.”

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Just a short little...thing- ig

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A story of witch

Happy Valentine day !

As a gift, here a looooooooong Morpheus x female reader.

Careful, some spoilers here, from the comics and so maybe from season 2.

Time had a different hold on witches.

A certain influence, because contrary to common beliefs, nothing escaped time and nothing was perfectly eternal, but it slipped over them as long as they decided, and had enough magic to repel its effects.

Y/N had already been walking on Earth for several centuries when she met Morpheus.

She had heard many legends about the Endless. Rumors. Lots of warnings, especially regarding Dream, who was described as a changeable, dangerous, angry and resentful being.

Her many sisters whispered to each other that becoming his lover was as much a gift as a curse. He would offer you the whole world on a platter, he would do everything to please you, and then one day, without warning, you would no longer suit him, you would do something wrong according to him, the feelings would no longer be as strong, and then misfortune would strike you.

The king would always find a way to blame you for this new emotional failure. Then you risked Hell, endless nightmares, eternal sleep.

Too much hassle for little benefit.

Y/N didn’t think about any of that when she met Morpheus. Neither to the wonders he could offer her, nor to the torments he risked inflicting on her.

For a witch, some might have thought that she was young, still naive, far too in love with her books and grimoires, fascinated by stories, and therefore vulnerable to the charms of the dreams master.

She didn't think she would fall in love. Neither did he. The mourning of his marriage and his child were still recent, for a being such as him. Y/N had barely been born when this tragedy had happened.

The subject was not brought up, like none of his former lovers. Morpheus did not forget, he never forgot, but when a new relationship began, he did not look back to compare with the previous ones.

No doubt it was a mistake on his part, who then never learned from his mistakes.

Y/N hadn’t had as many relationships as him. Witches have the luxury of immortality, and they knew the consequences of it. Bonding with mortals wasn't a good idea, even less so with their peers. Too risky. Too dangerous.

Attempting to see the future in dreams could have been described with the same words. Y/N was taking the risk of being punished by two Endless, Destiny and Dream.

But Destiny never interfered in anything, and Dream was intrigued by the little witch, asking her not to repeat her experiments, but welcoming her into his domain.

As they walked in his garden, the inhabitants of the Dreaming knew before them what was going to happen.

"Your flowers are beautiful. Everything is beautiful here."

“Would you like to see my library ?”

"Oh, I'd love to ! But you must have a lot to do, I don't want to bother you more than necessary."

"You don't bother me, mikri magissa. You are welcome here."

It took a while for Y/N to realize that they were getting closer. The courting of the king of stories was subtle, ethereal like him, full of poems and tenderness while doing without many words far too heavy with meaning, and at the same time far too limited to convey all the ardor of their love.

Because they loved each other, there was no doubt about it. The end of their story came quickly, although to a mortal three centuries seemed like a lot. At the same time, those who knew Morpheus well could testify that this was quite a long time for a relationship with him. But as always with his relationships, there had to be an end.

“I’m just saying he’s not wrong.”

"You don't know what you're talking about, o mágos mou. This man is insane and I'm not lonely."

“However, I have felt you far from me for some time now. Perhaps forever.”

"Don't I love you more than anything ? Haven't I shown you my love on many occasions ?"

"I don't know. It's difficult for me to know with you, immutable and yet so variable. Sometimes you give so much, too much, and sometimes not enough, if it's not nothing. There is no middle ground with you. Probably not with me either. It's possible that I'll ask you impossible things."

“Nothing is impossible for me.”

“Yet you refuse to speak, to really speak. You flee this kind of discussion, as you fled the friendship of this man.”

“Don’t push me, Agápe μου.”

Y/N left the Dreaming that night knowing she wasn’t coming back. Morpheus' indifference to her departure could have been seen as fortunate, but it hurt her deeply. He didn't try to catch her, he didn't try to punish her either.

Even though it seemed obvious after several weeks that he would not pursue her, neither in her dreams nor in the Waking, Y/N took precautions to prevent their paths from crossing again. Using several spells, rituals, amulets and ancient seals, she ensured that her mind was cut off from the realm of her former lover.

This protection proved very useful when the sleeping sickness arrived.

Like the rest of the world, Y/N didn't immediately understand what was happening. She knew Dream enough to know that he would never neglect his work like that, that he would not abandon his position unless forced to do so, and that despite all the cruelty and resentment he was capable of, he would never do such a thing to the dreamers.

Something had happened, but she didn't know what.

Too afraid of what he could do to her if she went into the Dreaming, or what could happen to her sleep without the protections, Y/N didn't try to find out. It wasn't her business anyway, since they were no longer together and the fate of humanity wasn't part of her responsibilities.

Time continued to pass, and she still tried to help mortals when she could, with potions and incantations to help them sleep, or on the contrary wake up, ensuring that their nights were not entirely nightmares.

But this was difficult, because she was not the master of dreams. Without knowing it, she came very close to Morpheus the day her steps led her near a mansion with dark, gloomy energies, which she did not wish to approach too closely. However, there was something, abandoned under a tree near the property, which attracted her with strong force.

The body of a raven. A raven different from the others, a dream. Jessamy. Someone had shot her and she lay there, lifeless, far from her creator, far from her home.

Y/N took the poor thing with her. Necromancy being prohibited, it was not good to anger Death, and the existence of dreams being a complex thing, she did the only thing in her power, to offer a decent burial to the little emissary whom she had loved very much and who had often helped her control Morpheus' moods.

When collective sleep returned to normal, there were no signs. Nothing that made it possible to understand what had happened. Curious by nature, the witch repeated to herself that she should not try to understand. The rumors would spread quickly.

She heard about Burgess. Whispers recounted the long confinement of the maker of nightmares, who had taken revenge before setting off in search of his stolen instruments in order to rebuild his kingdom. Twice he went to the Underworld, he faced a Vortex, he fell in love. Nothing really new, just the same story over and over again.

Y/N didn’t want to know any of this, but the choice wasn’t hers. One of her sisters came to visit without being invited, and to ask her advice.

“I don’t see how I can help you, big sister.”

"You have experienced what I am experiencing. Tell me how to escape from Oneiros, because I no longer wish to see him and he does not seem ready to accept it."

The rumors had not mentioned the fact that Morpheus had fallen in love with a witch again. Older than Y/N, more powerful, crueler too, because Thessaly had little interest in things of the heart.

" … I repeat, I'm not sure I can help you. Make sure you don't inspire him with any more feelings and you'll be free." "Sweet little sister, he still loves you and yet he left you alone. I'm asking for this."

"He doesn't love me. He didn't love me for a long time when I left."

"We argued often and each time my wing of the castle was razed and then rebuilt under his orders. There is no trace of his former companions left in all of the Dreaming. None, except you. He did not touch your room. He denied me access to it. He recreated it with everything else after his return. Can you tell me that doesn't mean anything ?"

Y/N didn’t respond. She didn't know what to answer, she didn't know about all this. Her eldest whispered that she was almost jealous. Many times she had wondered if she had gotten his attention because of their similarities, because she reminded him of his lost love.

It might be a good idea for her younger sister to discuss it with the Lord of Dreams.

"Or not. That would allow me to slip away without him probably noticing, but I can't wish harm on one of ours. I'll find a way."

This time, Y/N closed herself off to the whispers, not wanting to know if Thessaly had found this way.

Part of her wished the best for the lord of stories, who had suffered far too much in the last century despite all his wrongs, and who did not deserve to receive another injury. Another part didn't like knowing the older witch was with Dream.

She was afraid for her sister, and she was afraid for Morpheus, whose fickle heart was more fragile than he wanted to admit. The consequences were likely to be terrible for everyone.

Filled with memories, Y/N wanted to visit Jessamy’s grave. A powerful spell had hidden it from the eyes of the world, to prevent it from being desecrated, and she wondered if she had not made a mistake in doing so, for it was possible that Morpheus had never known where his faithful emissary rested.

But the magic of ravens was special, these beings knew things, and she shouldn't have been surprised to find one of them on the tree that protected the location.

"Good morning." she said politely, making new flowers appear near the grave.

"Hi. Do we know each other ? I feel like I know you."

"I don't think we've ever met. You're Dream's new raven."

"Yeah, Matthew. I don't know why I'm here. I'm sort of drawn to it, and Lucienne told me to follow my instincts for this sort of thing, but I don't understand. Are you the one calling me ?"

“I think it’s more your predecessor thzt you are feeling.”

"Jessamy ? Oh… The boss thought her body was destroyed or something. Were you the one who buried her ? That's nice of you. You don't look really surprised to see a talking raven. I feel like I'm supposed to know you. You seem important."

"Not really, no."

"The boss could tell me but he's busy at the moment. He's accompanying his sister on a quest. Good, it's keeping him busy. It's been raining too much since his break up, it's been days. Merv told me that it was almost always like that, frankly it's painful to watch. The time with this Nada, the time with his ex-wife, the time with another witch… I don't know what he has with witches. I didn't like her at all, she was mean."

“It rained in the Dreaming when I left ?” Y/N couldn’t help but ask, surprised by the news.

Before that day, she had always believed that her departure had had no impact. A total, cold indifference, showing that she no longer mattered. But Thessaly had talked about her room, and Matthew had talked about the rain, and Y/N didn't know what to think at all now.

She had left Morpheus because of his inability to communicate, the distance he put between himself and the whole world. His grand declarations of love always seemed hollow, lacking something.

Maybe he had changed. He would never have allowed his emissary to speak as Matthew did, who was moving around on his tree asking a thousand questions about the relationship between his boss and Y/N. He even allowed himself to order her to leave, because he really didn't need Dream falling into depression again by seeing her through his eyes.

"He's got enough problems, he… Oh. Oh, no. I feel it, he's there. Shit, shit, shit. I have to go !"

Years without any news and within moments Y/N hearing about her former lover almost every day. Until someone came to her door and she found herself face to face with Morpheus.

He seemed embarrassed. He had always been awkward in the waking world, out of place, because dreams hardly survived in reality. But there was something else. He would never have bothered to knock before. He would have come into her house to say what he had to say, demanding that she listen to him, and agree with him at the end.

Without saying anything, he observed her as if he were seeing her for the first time, turning his gaze towards her bedroom, the door of which was surrounded by several symbols used to repel dreams and nightmares. Y/N expected this to make him angry. He had already not liked her touching his domain when they first met.

"I thought you followed my sister into the sunless lands…" he whispered, looking down. "I no longer felt your presence in the Dreaming. I didn't think you were running away from me. It didn't seem to me that I gave you reasons to run away."

“I wasn’t sure you’d be happy to see me again.”

"I have waited a long time for the day when I would have the joy of seeing your sweet face again. It never came, but I am the one responsible for it. You were right about Hob Gadling, You were right about many things but I didn't listen, and I lost you. It was one of my greatest regrets."

“Why are you talking like that ?” Y/N asked as she approached, their hands almost touching.

"Mikri magissa, so much has happened. I am at a crossroads, with a big decision to make. I admit to being afraid, and you give me courage."

“Maybe I can help you ?”

"Even if you could, I wouldn't ask you. The search for my little sister is dangerous, a lot of blood has been shed since we left in search of our brother and I couldn't bear to see it happen to you. I had agreed to help her to see someone again, without understanding that it was you I secretly wanted to see, and now I must find a way to console my sister, disappointed by my lack of investment. But the only way we have left is one that I dare not name."

Y/N had briefly met Morpheus' family, including Destruction and Delirium.

The prodigal had spoken to her little before his retirement, but he had seemed tired, reaching the limits of his functions and no longer seeing the point of remaining with all the inventions of mortals and immortals which fulfilled his role perfectly without he needs to intervene. His siblings did not understand his decision.

One of the most affected by his departure had been Delirum, very close to his brother, who would have given anything for a family reunion.

"If this means your downfall, I can't believe Delirium would ask such a thing of you." Y/N said indignantly, not daring to come any closer. “There must be something else.”

"I don't think my younger sister is aware of what she's asking of me, nor do I think it's possible for me to go any other way without putting someone else in danger. I just came to see you, and thank you for what you did for Jessamy, and for the dreamers during my absence. I hadn't seen all these acts of kindness. But maybe it's you who didn't want to see me again. Not with my behavior. Oh, mágos mou… I so wanted to be better for you, but I could only change by going through all these trials, and for that I had to lose you."

It felt like goodbye, and Y/N didn’t like it. By definition, the Endless had no end, at least not while there was life in the universe. Without thinking, she placed her hand on Dream's cheek. He usually hated it, being touched, especially without permission, but he closed his eyes with a happy sigh, pressing his skin against hers.

Asking him if he was okay seemed stupid, but the question left her lips, and when his eyes opened again, they had a strange glow. He muttered that no one had asked him that question since his release. It was almost years ago. In truth, no one had asked him that question, even before he was captured.

Like he said, it could be because he had changed, and he didn't really deserve to be asked if he was okay before. And now that he was making an effort, that he was understanding, that he was improving, it was too late.

"I'll find a way. I'll talk to your sister."

“Delirium has always loved you.” he sighed. "My whole family, I think. I never noticed that our relationship is the only one that Desire hasn't tried to sabotage. But maybe they knew that I would sabotage it on my own."

“Let me talk to her.”

Much to Morpheus' surprise, his younger sister listened to Y/N. She even seemed to become Delight again for a moment, as the witch promised to find Destruction, even if it would take time. She just had to be patient, but also accept that it was possible that their brother didn't want to be found.

It was his decision to leave, as it was her decision to change, and Dream's decision to stay the same. But if she asked him to continue their quest, horrible things could happen, and she might lose another member of her family.

"… Okay. But you promise to look ?"

“I swear on our mother’s first ledger.”

"Several people have died trying to help us, Delirium… It's not safe to…"

"Oh, shut up. You'll be with her to protect her, you didn't care about the others. You're probably happy that Y/N came back. I'm happy too, she's nice, you two were good together. If you find our brother, then everything will be perfect."

Several spells, formulas and sacrifices were necessary to find the trail of the Prodigal, or Destruction took pity on them by inviting them to join him, but they talked, and as Y/N had predicted, he did not wish to return, but he entrusted them with a dog to give to his little sister.

Before disappearing between the stars, he took his big brother by the hand, walking together near the cliff, and whispering something to him.

"What did he say ?" Y/N couldn’t help but ask.

"He told me not to make the same mistakes and to think about myself for once. Not about my position, not about my kingdom, about nothing but me, and about you. O mágos mou, it's been a long time, but if you…"

The kiss cut him off in the middle of his question, time seemed to stop, and it was as if they had never left each other.

#sandman #the sandman #dream of the endless #morpheus #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless imagine #dream of the endless fanfiction #morpheus x reader

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just-some-random-blogger · 10 months

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May i request a sandman fic where Dream is forced to interact with children, preferably with Death

(also, despite death being there, could you perhaps not make it depressing)

Didi's Brother

Dream of the Endless x Reader (but its mostly dream & ze baby boy)

Summary: "Di!" I rather excitedly called, grabbing the woman by the arm, "you didn't tell me your brother was hot." She laughs, "don't you think it would be rather odd if I told you 'oh, I have a hot brother.'"

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: fem!reader, single mom!reader, Death is referred to as Didi, Dream boy Morpheus is referred to as Murphy, fluff, angst?, typos, etc.

A/N: i hope you like it!!! its pretty fluff! and also nonnie ???? it's never depressing when death is around!!! HAHAHH i made the kid a baby boy because i normally write dream in a girl dad lens. boy dad time HAHAHH Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9

The moment the boy heard a knock on the door, he scrambled in excitement and ran to the door screaming, "MUMMA, SOMEONE'S AT THE DOOR!"

Upon hearing this from the bathroom, I yell back, "okay, I'll be out in a minute. Don't open the door."

The child nodded but ran to the door anyway, checking to see who it was, pressing his cheek to the entrance. He hoped it was their neighbor. She was an old lady who always gave him sweeties (in secret).

When he doesn't hear anything, he pulls away and busts a lung out, "WHO IS IT!"

He hears a chuckle.

"It's auntie Didi!"

Oh em gee, that was even better!!!!!

"MUMMA!" the boy screams his guts out that it echoes inside the bathroom.

I sigh but chuckle. I flush and step out.

"HURRY IT'S AUNTIE DIDI! MUMMA! mUMmA! MUMMA! M U M M A !"

"Goodness," I huff as I jog towards my son, who was jumping in excitement, "give me a chance."

The moment the door opens, the boy leaps towards the dark clothed woman and strangles her legs, "HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!"

Both of us look down and chuckle at the boy. Didi brushes his wispy hair back and gently pinches his cheek, "hello, Benji."

"HI, AUNTIE DIDI!"

I lean in and hug the woman, "hey, Didi, thanks for coming."

Didi chckles, "happy to watch this sweetheart."

When we pull away, I then lock eyes with the man behind her. My lips part at his dark eyeliner, sharp cheekbones, and messy hair, "oh... hello there."

"Greetings," he says, lips barely curving into a smile.

Didi turns over her shoulder, "this is my brother, Murphy."

"Oh," I say, unable to take my eyes off him, but do so rather reluctantly.

"I hope you don't mind. He's going to be babysitting with me today."

Upon hearing this, Benji pulls away from Didi and peeks behind her, examining the tall man. Seeing that he looks quite similar to his beloved auntie Didi, with their goth aesthetics, he agrees with himself that he's probably going to be just as fun as her.

This was how Murphy became Benji's right-hand construction man as he busied himself in the livingroom, building a fort.

"HMMM," he hums loudly, "I think you should up and-" he fixes the pillow walls, "-and- and get mumma's pillows because it's falling!"

"Benji, no," I call as I hear this. I adjust my coat on my shoulders as I head for the door, "just use the pillows here."

Benji whines as his right hand man kneels down next to him to keep the pillows from falling. The boy protests, "but mumma!!!!"

"If you want him to get the pillows, you have to go up with him," I say as Didi chuckles at the child, "and you have to ask him politely."

Benji beams and immediately yanks Murphy from the fort, making it topple down, "uncle Murphy, can we please, please, please get some pillows upstairs."

"Benji," I warn.

Murphy stands and nods, "very well."

Benji excitedly drags him with all his strength, "we can get the stuffed toys too!!!! MR. SNUFFALUFFAGUS!"

I watch as Murphy bends to allow the boy to drag him by the hand up the stairs. I turn to Didi, who is also watching them go upstairs.

Because of the boys short legs, it takes rather long for them to climb the steps one by one. Murphy pulls his hand out of the boy's grip to hold him on both arms, "would you like to hold on the hand rails, Benjamin?"

Benji turns to Murphy and reaches out to him instead, "carry?"

Murphy stills for a moment, but then picks up the child, craddling him in his arms. Something happens to my heart as I watch him climb the stairs with my baby. Once they are at the top, my stomach flurries at the sight of him tickling my son sweetly.

"Di!" I rather excitedly called, grabbing the woman by the arm, "you didn't tell me your brother was hot."

She laughs, "don't you think it would be rather odd if I told you 'oh, I have a hot brother.'"

I burst into a fit of laughter, "point taken."

Didi giggles with me.

"So... is he single?"

Didi rolls her eyes, "why don't you ask him yourself?"

I clear my throat and shake my head, "just curious..."

She raises a brow and crosses her arms.

"Are you sure it's alright for him to watch Benji with you?"

She shakes her head, "oh, you saw them. Just go already, unless you wanna be late. And anyway, I'll be right here the whole time."

Eventually, all the pillows in the house were used to fortify the castle upon the couch. Murphy was then assigned to play a monster and Didi was assigned as a fairy. Benji was obviously a knight.

"Okay," Benji points as he looks to Murphy, "destroy the castle."

He is a bit shocked, "must I? We spent much time balancing the pillows in order to stand like this."

Benji shakes his hands, "no, you have to-" but then hurtles himself into the plush pillows and destroys it himself as he growls.

Didi giggles as he watches the child do this. Murphy watches, entirely still.

Once destruction was laid upon the pillowy castle, Benji stands and then gasps, "OH NO THE MONSTER DESTROYED IT!"

Didi places a hand on her lips, holding back her laughter, "gosh. Don't you just hate it when that happens?"

Murphy finally understand his role. He crosses his arms then tilts his head, a rather threatening stance in all honesty. The prince of stories muses, "𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢. ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔪. 𝔔𝔲𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔪𝔶-" SMACK!

Benji takes a pillow and wacks it across the monster's waist in the middle of his speech.

Flabbergasted, Murphy could not do much other than accept the assualt of the Knight of Featherdown. The pillow slips out of Benji's hand because of a particularly hard hit on the man's leg. The boy then grabs the other pillows and stuffed toys, chucking it to Murphy. It barely hits the monster because of knight's poor hand-eye coordination.

Didi laughs, "the fairy will help!"

And so the knight and the fairy fight the monster until he gets the wits to grab a pillow and shield himself.

"ℑ 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔣𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡!" Murphy proclaims, "ℑ 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔪!"

His sister translates for the boy, "sir Benji! He says he's going to eat everything!"

"NOOOOO! YOU DON'T EAT PILLOWS!"

"𝔅𝔲𝔱 ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯."

Benji growls through a giggle, "GOOD ALWAYS WINS!"

Eventually, Murphy is defeated, sprawled chest down on the carpet, a five year old sat on his back victoriously.

Benji, thoroughly excited by the turn of events, giggles as he catches his breath. He decides to mimic the man and lie chest down on Murphy's back. The latter feels his cells come alive at the feel of the boy's heartbeat.

"You are a valiant opponent, Sir Benjamin," Murphy mutters.

Didi chuckles and sits down next to them. She rubs the kid's back, "he means your a great knight, Benji."

"Indeed."

Benji turns to Didi then slides off Murphy. The boy walks over to her, "Aunti Didi."

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Is Murphy a puppa?"

Didi blinks and turns to her brother. She places her hand on the boy's back, "why don't you ask him."

Murphy, who obviously heard this, pushes himself up and sits down, waiting to be asked.

Benji turns to him, "are you a puppa?"

He straightens his back and nods, "I am."

"Do you have a son?"

"I do."

Upon hearing this, the boy frowns, "oh."

Didi brushes the boy's hair, "why do you ask, Benji?"

Benji shakes his head and gives no response.

Lord Morhpeus does not like this, and so, he makes the child sleepy.

Benji yawns and stretches.

Didi smiles at him, "wanna take a nap?"

Benji nods.

The moment Benjamin goes to sleep, Murphy meets him in the Dreaming. The child is clad in armor and is sat upon the back of a unicorn. Murphy asks the knight what his question meant and the boy tells him he wanted to ask him to be his puppa.

Murphy thinks about the boy's words for a moment then nods, "I will be your puppa whenever you are in my realm."

Sir Benjamin, Knight of Featherdown, beams, "thank you, puppa."

#dream of the endless fanfic #dream & reader #dream of the endless fluff #the sandman fanfic #the sandman fluff #morpheus fluff #dream fanfic #dad!dream of the endless #dream & child!reader #dream x reader #dream of the endless x reader #papa bear!dream #dream of the endless angst #morpheus fanfic #morpheus angst #the sandman angst

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miladysproblems · 7 months

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MASTERPOST

Do not steal, repost, re-write Or translate my work without my given consent. I do not appreciate giving my work to any Ai enabled platforms or chat bots. Kindly respect a person's work.

♡I currently write♡

m stands for mature

Sandman(Netflix series)

•Affliction - angst, sad ending

Part 1: Morpheus plans a date with you and doesn't turn up

Part 2: You run and find Morpheus with calliope

Part 3: Mathew comforts you but You leave morpheus

Avatar 2 (mainly Neteyam)

I'm not in my neteyam phase anymore so dont expect any fics for a long time.

•Missed you -hurt/comfort, lil angst, fluff

•Beautiful - tooth rotting fluff

•Suspicion(coming soon)

•Comfort(coming soon)

•What if Neteyam was alive (series)

Part 1: Neteyam is alive and reconciles with his family but what about you?

Part 2 (coming soon)

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☽I want to write☾

(hopefully I will soon enough)

One piece

reactions:

Monster trio and shanks reacting to you surprise gifting them (coming soon)

Monster trio and shanks reacting to you being jealous(coming soon)

Monster trio and shanks reacting to you hugging them randomly(coming soon)

Luffy

☆Cuddles after a long day(coming soon)

☆Dad!Luffy x reader on a normal day (coming soon)

☆Luffy's kids headcannons(coming soon)

Roronoa Zoro

◇zoro x reader nap time(coming soon)

◇zoro with a social butterfly reader(coming soon)

◇zoro reacting to you caressing his hair(coming soon)

◇zoro dreams of you(m) (coming soon)

Vismoke Sanji

➹Reader confused about sanji's Flirtiness(coming soon)

➹Sanji and you cook together(coming soon)

Shanks

❃Too much? (m) (coming soon)

❃Shanks x fem!reader x Benn(m) (coming soon)

❃Sit tight, pretty(m) (coming soon)

Dracule Mihawk

◑Mihawk finds out he has a child series (coming soon)

Part 1: You meet him

Part 2: You think he's feeling obliged

Part 3: You think he might leave

Dramione

•Draco x hermione Headcannons(coming soon)

•Draco and hermione married life headcannons(coming soon)

Loki Laufeyson

•TVA!Loki x reader jealous of sylvie(coming soon)

•Loki x wife!reader headcannons(coming soon)

•Loki finds you injured in the kitchen(coming soon)

Shadow and bones (mostly Darkling)

•Hurt(coming soon)

•Darkling x reader jealous of alina(coming soon)

•Darkling with a sick!reader(coming soon)

Yea.. I procrastinate a lot ╥﹏╥

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7-wonders · 10 months

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The Nightmare

Morpheus/Dream of the Endless x reader

Summary: Your daughter has a nightmare, and Morpheus is the one to soothe her.

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Just a short little something to get back into writing after my unexpected break. This is in the same universe as "Fatherhood," where you're a single parent with a daughter named Caroline. I just love unexpected parental relationships, okay? (no this certainly doesn't say anything about me and any childhood trauma I have)

It’s been a long day by the time you’ve finally gotten Caroline to go to sleep, and you fall back onto your couch with a heavy sigh. You love your daughter, truly–she’s the light of your life. But good god, why do children not have an off switch? Why do they have to be “go-go-go” from the moment they wake up until they literally pass out from exhaustion?

“Long day?” Morpheus asks, having appeared from thin air.

It’s so familiar now that you don’t even flinch when he occupies space that, moments ago, was empty. You can hear the teasing in his voice, but you barely even have the energy to open your eyes and look at him.

“You have no idea.”

Morpheus joins you on the couch, and you lean your head against him with a sigh. He smiles down at you softly, brushing a couple of stray locks of hair behind your ear. “Might I help you relax after your long day, then?”

“That would be greatly appreciated,” you say with a smile.

Instead of actually doing any sort of relaxing, you somehow end up making out with your primordial, all-powerful boyfriend on the couch like you’re a couple of teenagers. Par for the course, you have to admit; though Morpheus may not seem it, he’s extremely affectionate, and you’re more than willing to accommodate him.

When crying starts up in earnest from Caroline’s room, you frown against Morpheus’s lips. She’s historically been a good sleeper, sleeping through the night since she was a baby. To hear her crying concerns you, though most things regarding your child concern you. It just comes with the territory of being a parent. Still, you try to ignore it and continue kissing, hoping that she’s just restless in her sleep.

You’re already up and heading to her bedroom by the time she calls out for you, Morpheus completely forgotten.

The light from the hallway illuminates her tear-streaked, flushed face when you open up her bedroom door. She has the blankets pulled up all the way around her, with only her face peeking out of the opening.

“Baby,” you coo, sitting down on the bed and letting her crawl into your lap and bury her face in your neck. “What’s wrong?”

“I had a nightmare,” she whimpers.

“Oh, that must have been so scary,” you commiserate, feeling her nod against you.

“I looked and I looked and I looked, but I couldn’t find you!” she cries out, devolving into sobs that shake her entire body. You hush her and rock her, reassuring her that you’re right here and that you aren’t going anywhere.

“It’s okay though, you know that nightmares aren’t–”

You stop yourself before you say what you’ve always said to comfort her, which is that nightmares aren’t real. If there’s one thing you’ve learned since you began to see Morpheus romantically, it’s that dreams and nightmares are very much real. How are you supposed to help your daughter now when your normal placation is a lie?

You panic, your eyes searching the air as you try to think of something to say. They land on Morpheus, who stands silhouetted in the doorframe. He enters the bedroom, which you hadn’t expected. Even more unexpected, he kneels down next to you and places a hand on Caroline’s back.

“Dweam,” Caroline says when she realizes he’s here, in the little kid way that always makes your heart ache.

“I heard that you had a nightmare,” Morpheus says in lieu of a greeting.

“A scary one,” she insists, not that either of you needed any convincing.

“Sometimes they are, yes. Though, a very reliable source has informed me that they are far more scared of you than you are of them.”

Caroline looks up at Morpheus with wide eyes. “Really?”

“Oh yes. Especially when you growl at them.”

Caroline giggles against him, and you stifle your own laugh in your hand. “You’re silly.”

“It is true. Show me your best growl?”

She scrunches up her face, bears her teeth, and roars like a little bear. Morpheus nods seriously, while you hide your face in his shoulder so that you can laugh in peace.

“Very frightening.”

One of the many things that you love about Morpheus is that he doesn’t treat your daughter like a child. No, she’s a person, only small, with thoughts and emotions that deserve to be taken seriously.

“Would you like to hear a story?” Morpheus asks when it’s apparent that any sign of tears is long gone.

Caroline perks up and nods. She loves Morpheus’s stories; he’s not called the Prince of Stories for no reason. If you’re being honest, you love his stories too.

Only at her say so does Morpheus maneuver his long legs to fit onto Caroline’s toddler bed, with you shifting effortlessly to the floor to allow the two their space. Caroline snuggles into Morpheus’s embrace, and her thumb goes to her mouth as she looks up at him. After he thinks for a moment, likely flipping through his mental arsenal, he decides on a tale of a little nightmare that didn’t know what her purpose was.

By the time he reaches the climax–the little nightmare was actually a little dream, whose purpose was to comfort children having nightmares–Caroline is snoring softly against him, and she has been for a few minutes. You’re a little in awe of just how easily Morpheus got her calmed down and back asleep, with no magic other than his voice. You wish you had your phone with you, so you could capture this memory forever.

He disentangles himself from Caroline, taking extra care not to jostle her any more than absolutely necessary. You pull the covers back up over her, kissing her little forehead as you do so. Morpheus smoothes a gentle hand through her tangled curls—you pretend not to notice, instead waiting for him at the bedroom door.

When you’ve successfully shut the door without waking her up, you look up at Morpheus. “Thank you.”

His strong brow furrows in confusion. “For what?”

“Getting Caroline back to sleep. You didn’t have to do that.”

“Nonsense. She was disturbed by one of my own creations; it was the least I could do.”

You almost laugh at just how much of a non-issue this was for him. In his mind, it makes perfect sense that he would obviously comfort his lover’s daughter. For you, though, it means the world, and you tell him as much.

He shifts uncomfortably under your praise, and you’re practically waiting to see him blush. Alas, not this time. “She is your daughter,” is all that he says in response.

When he tries to kiss you again, you yawn. “Sorry,” you apologize. “I actually am tired.”

“Shall I see you off to my realm as well?” Morpheus asks smoothly, kissing at your jaw instead.

“Hmm, as long as I’ll see you there?”

“That can certainly be arranged.”

You know how much Morpheus’s realm means to him; it quite literally is him. It’s not lost on you, what it means for him to so easily shift things around just so that he can spend as much time with you as possible.

You’ll never take for granted just how much he loves you and, much to your surprise and delight, your daughter.

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

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dreamdaddymorpheus · 2 years

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from dusk till dawn | morpheus x ancient vampire!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Meanwhile outside your chambers…

I may vomit, Lucifer thought.

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