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all-fandoms-rise · 2 years

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Merely A Dream

Morpheus x Reader

Summary: You were an assistant to the Lord Morpheus and one fateful day he disappears from the dreaming leaving all to wonder of his presence. Only time could tell of what happened and what the future would hold whenever he returned.

Word Count: 1924

A/N: Here is the first chapter!!! The second chapter will be posted in a couple of days please let me know how you like the story so far! <3

Some things in the universe are unforeseeable and often leave those who are forced to encounter it to be left in anguish.

This is what has caused your current predicament, the dreaming deteriorating at the disappearance of your Lord Morpheus, some time ago the king of dreams went missing yet to return with no clues as to where he could be. Leaving the realm to rumor that he simply abandoned the kingdom causing most to escape to the human world. Yet here you were, the assistant to Morpheus trying to keep the remaining shambles of the kingdom together with the much needed help of your good friend and librarian of the dreaming, Lucien.

“ Do you believe the rumors y/n? That Lord Morpheus just left the dreaming?” Lucien asked as the two of you looked through the remaining journals in the library.

You contemplated what you wanted to say back, everyone knew the king would be gone for long periods of time trying to create and control things to send into the human world and that is precisely why you had known the king didn't just leave, it was because of control and that was something he would have never just let go.

“No Lucien I believe even though Morpheus could be harsh he did care about the dreaming and he would have never let it fall to shambles like it has, and no matter how hard we try we cannot keep it from falling apart even more”.

Your friend looked down at the apparent frown forming on her face, even though it had been years since his disappearance the two of you never spoke negatively about the situation, only about how problems could be fixed even when those solutions would go up flames. The kingdom needed its ruler even when most had found solace among the human world, as the years passed in your spare time you spent most all of it searching through the human world hunting for any indication of where Morpheus could be. Of course every time you left the dreaming you would come up with an excuse to Lucien about your whereabouts, the last thing you wanted them to worry about was if you would leave them alone in the dreaming, reassuring to always come back soon. For years there was no hint or trace of the lord until one day you heard talk among the mortals of an Englishman who had nothing but grief from the loss of a son to riches nearly overnight.

The evening had come to where you disguise yourself as one of the so called fortunate who could attend his festivities, winding through the halls you associate yourself with other guests to blend in with the crowd. You see a young man whom you recognize as Roderick Burgess' son, Alex Burgess sneaking through one of the back staircases that none of the other guests ventured towards. Giving it some time you wait until the young man comes back looking uneasy, maybe a hint of guilt behind those timid eyes. This was an emotion you were used to seeing a lot whether it did have anything to do with Morpheus or not you were still curious as to what had the young man shaken. Waiting until most of the attendees of the gathering had left or passed out on the nearing furniture you sneak over to the back staircase and find yourself at some sort of basement, a table near the entrance of what were supposed to be guard sits empty as they most likely joined the crowd upstairs early in the evening, that's whenever you see it… a giant glass dome.. No, it was a cage that was holding Lord Morpheus' capture.

You see the eyes of the being staring at you with what appears to be a small barely noticeable smile. Running to the side of the glass you can’t contain the wild beating of your heart as you have the confirmation that he had never abandoned his kingdom but the guilt that he had been encaptured for so long. “y/n how did you get here?” he asks. “I’ve been using the enchanted sand you gave me to go back and forth to search for you my lord but now that i’ve found you how can I get you out of this hell” you say forcing the words out as fast as you can. He taps on the glass saying how it just needed to be broken or the seal on the floor needed to be broken, but that's when you heard the heavy footsteps descending down the stairs to the basement. You start to panic and you can see the contemplation and pain on his face, he looks down whispering, telling you to take the dust now and to leave before they see you and capture you. You shake your head no it wouldn't end like this not after how long you spent searching for him, sighing you know at the end of the day it will do no good if you get taken alongside Morpheus and there's no telling if they would even do that, they would probably just kill you on the spot so you take the dust out sending yourself back to the dreaming.

Being transported to the gates of the dreaming you fall into charred grass with no energy left to move. All there is to do is to stare at the sky, you should’ve waited to go back out to the human world again so soon after your last quest but you were too desperate to find the king, and you did and let him slip through your hands. You didn't have anywhere near the power of Morpheus, you actually had very little, you could only go back and forth because of the enchanted sand. Trying to manage to stay alert, your eyes start to flutter close and you eventually stop trying to fight against the exhaustion, passing out in the grass. Waking up the sky is still dark, noticing you can finally move again you run through the gates into the village in the dreaming where you knew Lucien resided. Banging on the door she opens it moments later clearly being woken up from your random appearance, she sees the panic on your face and you finally decide to fill her in on all of the searching you’ve done but that's when you see the tears forming in her eyes before you could even speak. She embraces you in a tight hug asking where you had been, you pull back looking at her in confusion you had only been gone a few months like how you normally are and that's when she shakes her head no. “y/n you’ve been gone nearly 3 years”.

You stand there in shock because you didn’t just go to sleep, your body had shut itself down for over two years just beyond the gates so no one had ever looked there. You should have known this was gonna happen, your body isn't meant to go back and forth between the dreaming and the human world but you were willing to risk it to find Lord Morpheus. That meant that it had been that much longer that the king had to endure that prison he was in. Wiping your tears you get Lucien to sit down and tell her every detail about what had happened and how you found the king. Now you just needed to go back to the human world to get him and bring him home. Lucien shook your shoulders calling you insane, wondering how you could possibly think about immediately going back after just waking up from a near coma. No matter how bad Lucien wished the king could just be back in the dreaming it wasn’t worth it if you could barely make it back to the human world to begin with, the two of you needed to come up with a real plan while you rested more.

Not only were you having to come up with a plan to save the king of dreams, the two of you were also fighting to save things in the realm. There were journals that Lucien kept track of, recordings of all of the events that happened after Morpheus’ disappearance. One day when the two of you were searching for more information about the burgess family, the same library that had been visited thousands of times was now desolate. The only thing that now remained were the journals Lucien had kept up with, the problem was now that whenever you opened the pages were blank like it was erasing its own history.

Time had passed and you were finally able to transport yourself between worlds, hiding it from Lucien but you had felt much guilt since it had taken years since you had woken up outside of the kingdom's gates to be able to transport again. You had overworked yourself for too long and your body forced you to pay the price, you weren’t made for this and it showed, you were weak. But now was the time you could redeem all of the time that you had caused to pass by saving the king of dreams.

Teleporting back to the human world, specifically to the house that haunted your dreams for years you find yourself with more adrenaline. It is night time here, finding the easiest window to get to you slowly open it hoping no one would come in. It seems as if luck were on your side as the halls were empty, you followed the halls that you had walked so many years ago down to the basement that held Morpheus. Hiding behind one of the pillars whenever you see the two new guards sitting at an updated post talking about some vacation that one would go on soon. As you stand there waiting for the perfect moment to act out the plan that had been created you hear what sounded like wheels? There he was Alex Burgess being wheeled in by his husband offering Morpheus one last chance to do as he had asked for so many years, and Morpheus once again just sat in silence. Alex's husband wheeled him out of the room and as he did he scrapes part of the seal breaking it, not realizing what he had done he leaves the room for the last time.

Well that was one last thing you had to do for your plan, at this point you know Morpheus has already noticed your presence but isn’t doing anything to give away your position. Taking some of the enchanted sand into your hand you blow it towards one of the guards so he falls into a slumber, now you wait and it didn’t take long before you start to see the man in the glass eyes start to glow and the guard starts shooting at the glass in fear breaking the dome prison. Now was your chance, running out you blow more sand onto the female guard, as she falls to the floor you run over to Morpheus and help him up and before you can pull out your bag of enchanted sand, you look down to see he already has a hand full of sand then looking back up he has a small grin on his face.

“It’s good to finally have you back my lord” you say as he finally takes you both back to the dreaming lifting a giant weight off of your chest.

A/N: In the next chapter we will be discovering new information about the reader and how she came about in the dreaming and so much more!! Can't wait for ya'll to read it <3

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murdrdocs · 10 months

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i spend a lot of time thinking about sucking hobie off ... (gn!reader but mention of lip gloss)

like there's a little bit of a free use element there on his side, because he knows how insatiable you are when it comes to him. lots of the time, he just has to look at you, and he'll see that shine in your eyes, he notices how your gaze focuses more so on the strip of visible skin between his worn in shirt and his low jeans. he jokes that you're drooling, and you believe it, thumb swiping at the corner of your lip to pick up nothing but lip gloss.

you don't even have to ask, even if you did he would say yes. but hobie beckons you over, a tilt of his head, a low murmur of "c'mere", and then you're kneeling on the floor between his legs, trying to be patient even though your hands are fisting the fabric of your pants and your top row of teeth are gnawing on your bottom lip.

he unbuttons his jeans and pulls the zipper down, then his hands are at his side and he lets you do the rest. hobie watches as you pull his jeans down a little, then his boxers, cock springing free and your eyes getting just a bit wider in reaction.

sometimes you'll prolong it a little, wrap your hand around the base of him, kiss around the tip, kitten lick the tip a few times before widening your mouth enough to start to take him in, little by little. other times –– most times –– you're so horny, and so eager, that the wet heat of your mouth engulfs hobie without much teasing, a low, almost astonished, hiss leaving his lips as he watches you take as much as you can in one go.

he always encourages you, big, rough hands cupping your cheeks, or stroking your hair. the pad of his thumb running under your eye to catch leaking tears or wipe them away, doing the same under your lips to clean up the drool that's actually there this time.

it's a relationship that works extremely well. driven by your constant need to have the weight of hobie's dick pressed against your tongue, and taste the tang of his cum when it slides down your throat, and hobie's love for having his lover on their knees for him, giving the best head he'll ever get just for the joy of it.

#sigh a girl can dream #hobie can teach me how to give head #like plz king #PLEASEEEE #hobiesworld!#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown smut #spiderpunk x reader #spiderpunk x you #spiderpunk smut

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comatosebunny09 · 3 months

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Stuck on this royalty AU in which you’ve rejected King Astarion’s advances too many times.

You’ve been his bodyguard for years. One of the few people who’s seen the man beneath the crown, stripped bare and bleeding. Naturally, you both grew to care for each other more than a king and subject should.

Astarion’s come dangerously close to confessing his feelings for you. But you’ve always staved him off, believing you’re unfit to be anything more than one who serves him. Never his equal.

Cue you sabotaging your budding romance by suggesting he pursue people of his caliber.

He humors you if only to make you jealous. Even the maids know how this man pines for you.

One day, he takes the hand of a beautiful young woman to tour his garden, whispering things into her ear to make her giggle. He perches a hand at the small of her back. Smiles in that charming, boyish way that he typically reserves for you. He puts on a show just for you, his gaze often flitting over his shoulder because he knows you’re following dutifully behind.

Try as you might to mask your ire, he can practically hear the gears whirring in your head. You’re so blinded by your jealousy that you go stumbling into a pond. How comical a sight you pose, the king’s professional and stone-faced guard dog, sputtering and flailing about like a wet cat.

You’re mortified as his servants scramble to get you out, your cape and armor waterlogged. Astarion instinctively moves to assist, wriggling out of the young woman’s hold. You lock eyes with your king as he reaches for you. Over his shoulder, you watch his guest stifle a giggle behind her gloved hand.

Your heart plummets into your stomach. You could only hope to be someone as beautiful and titillating. The king deserves someone cut from a similar cloth as him, not a lowly dog with calluses on their hands and scars littering their body.

You dismiss yourself with a curt bow, your dignity bruised, your eyes burning with the threat of tears. Hardly notice Astarion briskly excusing himself from his guest to follow you.

You stomp into the servant’s quarters, a few maids scuttling about with towels to dry you off. You’re so embarrassed you don’t even have the voice to tell them you can do it yourself. Astarion cautiously wanders in, quietly dismissing the maids to fetch you a change of uniform.

You can’t meet his eye as he kneels before you, trying vainly to hide his smile whilst he towels you off.

“I’m not even sure what you’re jealous of. You’re the one who told me to move on, remember?” the king softly scolds.

You scoff. “Jealous? Me?”

Astarion gives you a deadpan look. “Darling, you practically drowned yourself trying to get an earful of our conversation.”

“Did not.”

“Right. I suppose the pond stepped into your way, then?”

Another scoff accompanied by heat blooming into your cheeks.

“Come now, darling. As lovely as you are, green just isn’t your color.”

You cut your eyes at him in warning, to which he chuckles something deep and alluring.

Astarion pats your knee, standing to his full height. He offers you his hand, insisting you take it with a look after you refuse him. He pulls you to him, uncaring if his doublet gets wet, pilfering the breath from your lungs.

The king gazes down at you with all the tenderness of the world, his hand splayed at the small of your back. The proximity of your body causes your mind to whirl and your lips to part with a gasp.

“Let’s get you changed, hmm?”

You worry your bottom lip with your teeth. “What about your date, Majesty?”

Astarion shrugs, rolling his eyes dismissively. “I’m sure she’ll find someone else to occupy her time. I’ve more…important matters to attend to,” he says, his gaze simmering like a low flame.

He ushers you into the hallway, steering you towards his room to get you cleaned up. A luxury only you know, no one else having been allowed to see his room as often as you have.

You shiver, still soaked to the bone. Astarion tucks you close into his side, rubbing your arm to ward off the chill. You smile triumphantly quietly, knowing you’re the only person he’s touched like this in years.

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moonmaiden1996 · 2 years

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Claiming his Queen

Taking a break from the real world and wanted to write a random idea I needed to get out after watching the Sandman. I loved the book but the casting was amazing. I am literally dying with how good it is. REQUESTS OPEM

Soulmate Fic

Summary- You spent your summers at the Burgess Manor with your parents, but stumbling upon captive in the basement is going to change your life forever.

Slightly dark fic- Warnings include imprisonment, possessive thoughts, pain and soul branding.

You remember playing at the Burgess Manor as a child. The gardens were stunning, a sea of green against the glimpses of colour. You spent many days happily frolicking outside as your parents attended the meeting within the house. Many staff had whispered about the devil trapped in the basement behind the Grand Magus's powerful spells. Some said the Grand Magus himself had discovered the secret to eternal life and hid it behind the door. One staff member even said it was a vampire who would creep upstairs in the dead of night and steal away his victims.

There was a sort of glee at taring around the ancient house, discovering secrets, chasing the ghosts and battling monsters. As you grew older, the monster did not lose their appeal; it was more that you had discovered everything that could be discovered, apart from the mystery of what was in the basement. In the long summer breaks away from school, you spent great lengths observing the guards disappearing and not reappearing till they changed in the early morning. Was it the demon? Buried treasure? Or something more?

The summer humidity clung to your brow as you absentmindedly perused one of the many books in the library. The ruckus from the party had long ago distracted you from reading. Your parents were regular attendees of the Burgess coven meeting; as a child, the cloaks and candles held some romantic notion, but as you grew older, you saw what it was, a chance for bored people to play dress-up and dance around naked.

'You should get to bed.' The soft voice of Paul pulled you from your musings.

'Come on, Uncle Paul, it's early.' You smiled, sliding the book off your lap as you stood.

'Hmmm, well, I won't tell if you won't; there is some chocolate in the study; I think I can trust you not to get caught.' Paul wagged his finger.

With a new sense of glee, you abandoned your attempts to read, slipping into the library unseen, eyeing the bright pink box lined with cherry cordials. Yet it wasn't the chocolates that distracted you; it was the guards. Normally they never emerged outside their shift hours, but the hot night drove them above stairs. Quietly, munching on your chocolate, you watched as the squat men shuffled away.

Biting your lip, you suckled the smears of dark chocolate off your fingers as you hurried along the hallway. Carefully, you pried the door open, willing the squeak away. The staircase of crumbling stone was dimly lit, and the smell of mould and dust loitered in the air, tugging at your nose. Crouching down on the steps, you surveyed the open recess of the room. A frown tugged at the corners of your lips. It was empty save for an out-of-place Ikea desk next to one of the walls. Then something under the white neon lights caught your attention. Moving down the stairs, your eyes adjusted to the almost blinding light. No wonder the guards sort to escape the intense heat given off by the strips of bulbs that hung above you.

Your eyes flickered back to the strange glass ornament in the middle of the floor. For a moment, you thought your eyes were playing tricks. In the centre of the orb sat a naked man, skin almost translucent in the light. Only his ebony black hair seemed to show that he was there. Moving forward, you could not help but let out a horrified gasp. The man was almost painfully thin and painfully naked; you thanked all the gods that he was crossed-legged.

'Hello? Are you ok……' your voice stuck in your throat as the man's head snapped up to meet her gaze, his steely silver eyes piercing through you, drawing you in like a magnet.

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Even behind the thick glass of his prison, Morpheus felt a sharp sting pierce his soul. His eyes greedily watched as a shiver ran through her body as the invisible thread between them bound them.

A fire had been lit inside him, and hunger he had never felt before clawed up from within him. His gaze had her transfixed; their connection fizzled, desperate to touch. Morpheus always believed that love always ended in pain. Experience had given him definitive proof; Nada, Goodrich, Eric, and Susana all ended in betrayal or anguish. It was messy. Humans were proof. Their love was not real, a fleeting respite from the loneliness, a belief they clung to. Real love was rare. Soulmates were extraordinary magic that the creator bestowed onto humanity at the beginning. It was the only pure magic left in the world. It was strange magic that none of the endless cared to fathom. Why would they? Soulmates were gifts to humans, not the endless, yet there she was—his soulmate.

His silver eyes watched as she moved hypnotised across the short distance. Even through the thick glass, the hum was violent, deafening, and maddening. Lifting his hand, he placed it over the glass beckoning to her.

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Your body felt free, impossible light as it surged forward towards the man. You weren't sure he was real; he was pale and perfect like he had been chiselled out of a piece of alabaster marble. A painful jolt passed through your open palm every step, yet it spurred your movement until your hands met, the glass separating them. It was almost too hot to hold your hand in place, but your body refused to flinch.

His eyes burnt into yours, engraving themselves onto the back of your mind. The swirling silver spheres were the last thing you saw before your body crumpled to the ground.

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The soft mumble of voices was what broke through your unconsciousness, and for a few seconds, your body felt light and free before the heaviness sunk into your bones. The searing pain surged across your left palm and arm until it finally rested in your heart.

'What happened?' Your voice was weak and raspy.

'You were electrocuted, sweetie; you were told never to go down into the basement.' Your mother whispered. 'The burn… is only small. Not worry.’ Her voice cracked a little as her gaze rested on the tightly bandaged hand.

'I….The glass. There was a man.' Your voice sounded so strange to you, so rough and weak.

'There was no man, sweetie. You touched one of the exposed cables; we are lucky Alex found you.’ T

'But there was a man…I…’ you tried.

‘Shhhhh sweetie, we will be home soon. Rest. ’ Your eyes felt too heavy to fight against the command, but they stayed open just long enough to see the look of guilt past your parent's faces and the worry that set deeply in Alex Burgess’s eyes.

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After that, you saw your parents less and less. They never did return to the Burgess Manor, and neither did you. All mention of the man in the sphere was forbidden. You had skin graft after skin graft, but nothing could cover the red mark on your hand. A reminder of the man in the sphere. As if you could ever forget. He scared you, the silent creature. In her mind, he was always watching, never speaking, but his eyes seemed to devour you, drawing you in. You wonder if that is how sharks get their prey. They wait for a careless swimmer, too mesmerised by the eyes to notice the teeth before it is too late. You wonder if he has cursed you. Then you wonder if it is too late to save yourself. But you know, it's too late anyway.

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The travel back to the Burgess estate passed quickly. It was almost a relief to see the ominous grey house standing proudly against the green lawns. It was hard to believe ten years had passed already; everything still looked the same, apart from Paul. He stooped a little more now, and his hair, you think, is much greyer than you remember.

'I’m glad to see you again, but you have come at a rather bad time; Alex has had one of his nasty turns.' Paul started.

'I didn't want to see him. I want to see you.’

There was a flash of understanding over his face as he took your arm, leading you away from the house, across the lawn and into the maze that hung off the side of the house, not stopping till only the top of the manor could be seen.

'It's about the man in the basement…’ you began.

'Dear child…’ Paul sighed, interrupting you, but you remained strong in your goal.

'I am not a child anymore. You can't explain it or ignore my questions anymore. I know what I saw…what gave me this.’ You rolled up your sleeve to reveal the angry raised burn that decorated your hand. ‘You can't keep him chained down there anymore.'

'I know…I know… but I can't. Alex… is delicate; you don’t know the power of that thing' he sighed, sitting on the little bench he had walked you to.

'I know exactly. This mark is proof of that. I dream of him; he haunts me. No matter what I do, I still feel that burn through my veins. I cannot get rid of it. …It…it hurts. And I can’t… won't bare it anymore.’ Your bite out the last part as you look down at the man you once tenderly regarded as an Uncle.

He gazed up at you with weary eyes. Only now did you see how old he looked, the worry lines that wreaked his beautifully dark skin.

'You know, in the beginning, I feared him getting out, but now, after all this time, is there anything that he could have done worse than all this?' Paul shook his head as they watched the birds glide across the sky. ‘We should have done more for you, helped you somehow, but Alex was so scared….’

‘What's done is done; just please help me now.’

Paul said nothing, but you saw the slight nod of his head.

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'You know she came by the house today. You remember her, don't you? She has grown into a rather pretty young woman. You can have her; all you need to do is promise.' Alex Burgess was an older man now, made feeble by time and despair.

Often, the man would talk to Morpheus about the future Queen of the Dreaming, forcing pictures of her in front of him like a cruel taunt. Endless questions about the mark, Morpheus’s mark on her skin. Promising to give him her name, not that it mattered, she was HIS Queen, or she would be soon.

The more time passed, the more arrogant his pleas became. The mere fact that he thought he had permission to speak of her insulted Morpheus; the pathetic man thought he could use his future Queen as a bargaining chip. It was an offence the human could ill afford. The King of Dreaming would bide his time and have his revenge on the Burgess before he claimed his future bride and Queen.

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News of Alex Burgess's sleeping sickness came not long after you visited the manor, and the world seemed to fall into some sort of madness. Mass murders, strange weather, people who had been asleep for decades suddenly waking up.

You nibbled your bottom lip. Maybe asking Paul to release his captive was a selfish thing to do. People had died, and for what? That feeling clawing up from within you was still there. Your tanned palm was unchanged; the burn remains like a brand of ownership. It seemed you were still damned, and now the world was in utter chaos. With silent tears rolling down your face, you laid back against the mountain of the pillow and willed yourself away to the only place you found peace, your dream.

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You still dreamt of the silver-eyed man, but the fever and pain seizing your soul were gone. This dream was one of your favourites. It was comfortable and snug. Where nothing mattered because nothing happened, it was just you and your dream. Till you heard the voice. Dreams were always silent, or at least that was how you remembered them. But the low, velvety voice was clear, invading the silence. So deep and rich, it had to be a dream.

It floated around you till it you. Faceless arms stretched around your waist, pulling you against a hard body. Lips ghosted across the nape of your neck and drifted across the plains of your shoulder, working their way back toward your throat.

'My Queen.' The thick voice growled.

The lips were small but soft, worshipping a spot at the base of your neck. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the familiar mop of black hair that haunted your dreams. A wanton moan escaped your lips as your eyes fluttered shut, knees weak as their teeth scrapped just in the right place.

'Soon, my love, soon. After I complete my unfinished business, I will come for you.'

You woke with a start, a desperate wetness gathering between your plush thighs, the voice echoing across your mind sending shivers of desire across your body as you remembered the gruff voice. You had dreamed about his lips, face and boy before, but never had he spoken.

Wearily, you ran your hand over your neck, freezing as you stared down in disbelief at the angry purple hickey that stained your skin.

Anyone for a smut-heavy part two?

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daddyjackfrost · 2 years

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darling ; dream x f!reader

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The Dreaming, a realm of dreams and nightmares, was the home to many, including Dream of the Endless and his wife, Lady of The Dreaming.

In contrast to her husband, Lady of The Dreaming was a soft and gentle soul. The light to his dark. The dream to his nightmare. While Dream managed everything that occurred in the night, the nightmares and creatures, His Lady managed The Dreaming in the day, the more mundane of dreamers. Those who drifted in and out of their realm; the children, the elderly, and the night owls.

It was a good life. A happy, loving, joyful life. One that Morpheus and his Lady wouldn’t have traded for anything. They were content, and so in love.

Until the King of Dreams and Nightmares was captured. For over a century.

80 years later…

Lucienne, the head librarian of The Dreaming, paced in front of the crumbling library doors. The library was one of the only places in The Dreaming that remained upright. As the rest of the realm withered away, Lucienne and the Lady tried their best to keep the Library—Morpheus’s favourite place—as intact as they could. All their belief and love was channeled towards the tower filled with books as old as time.

With a hesitant knock, the librarian waited for an invitation.

“Come in, Lucienne.”

Pushing the door open, Lucienne’s eyes landed on the slumped figure of her Ladyship. As she had been doing for years now, the Lady of the Dreaming stared out of the Library’s grand window. She watched her realm, the one she had loved and taken care of for thousands of years, deteriorate into rubble.

Lucienne threaded her fingers together. Not only had she watched her home turn into nothing, she watched her Queen, once lively and the heart of the Dreaming, turn into an empty shell of the God she once was.

“Can I make you some tea, my Ladyship? Perhaps a meal?”

The Lady turned her head and smiled at her old friend. Without Lucienne, the Dreaming would have crumbled completely long ago. She patted the empty space next to her. “Come sit, Lucienne. I could use the company of a friend.”

Lucienne smiled and sat next to her Lady. Together, they both travelled deep within their minds, recalling old memories of their home, when it was once beautiful and filled with imagination.

“I wonder what Morpheus thinks about, trapped in that glass. I have not seen him since Corinthian made Burgess place a shielding spell. Do you think he knows we have not abandoned him?”

Lucienne hesitated. Ever since Jessamy was killed, there had been no news about the King of Dreams. Shifting her eyes to the Lady, Lucienne took in her sullen eyes, her glazed skin, and the slight tremble of her hands.

“Lord Morpheus is smart. That being said, I’m sure he does not know that his absence has resulted in… this.” Lucienne wanted to console her Ladyship, but there was little to offer. “He thinks about you, I’m sure.”

The Lady of The Dreaming clapped her hands and stood, smoothing out her long black dress. “Yes, he must. Let’s make our rounds, Lucienne. Perhaps we shall find something unusual today.”

Together, a librarian and a God in love walked the planes of their home, hand in hand, welcoming the warmth and comfort they offered the other, knowing they had little time left.

100 years later…

Dark, silver and blue eyes watched as Alex Burgess’s wheelchair wiped away the containment spell that had kept Dream, King of the Dreaming, captive for over a century.

Paul, Alex’s lover, turned back to look at the strange and powerful man. With the slightest nod, he pushed Alex’s wheelchair towards the door. This was the last time either man would come to the basement. They had hoped that this final offering would spare them.

Dream let out the softest of breaths, he could feel the freedom that awaited him. With the slightest stretch of his muscles, Dream stood. The hum around him grew louder, and settled deep within his heart.

With what remaining power he had, Dream broke free from his prison. Putting the guards to sleep, Dream rolled his shoulders. Before he reunited with his love, his wife, he had someone else he needed to take care of.

Alex Burgess had to pay for his crime. And the crimes of his father.

An unfortunate becoming, Dream thought. To pay for a father’s crime.

With a deep breath, Dream travelled to Alex Burgess’s dreams.

“Hello,” Dream spoke slowly. His voice carried through Alex’s mind, wrapping around his subconscious and drowning him.

Alex Burgess's eyes widened into a look Dream had come to familiarize with.

Fear.

“It’s you. You’re… you’re free.”

Dream stood, in all his dark glory. “I am. Do you have any idea what it was like? Confined in a cage for a century?” There was malice in his voice, running deeper than Dream’s thirst for vengeance. “Do you understand the damage you’ve done to your world?”

Alex shook his head, trying to back away from the very entity that had haunted his waking hours for years. “I’m sorry,” the man cried, “I didn’t know. Please.”

Dream stepped closer to the frightened man and leaned down. His eyes glowed and his anger simmered. “Your punishment, then, shall be a gift.” Dream had not missed the wince that came from Alex Burgess. After all, it was his father’s selfish need for a gift that had killed him.

“I give you this, the gift… of eternal… sleep.”

With a blow of sand, Alex Burgess was put to sleep for eternity.

Morpheus, now completely free of human control, thought of home. His realm. His love.

With no time wasted, Dream opened a gateway to The Dreaming. He was going home, back to his sweet lover.

Dark grains of sand prickled Dream’s face. With power he seemed to lack, Morpheus had gracefully landed in his realm on his side, weak.

“Sir? Sir!”

A familiar, feminine voice called out to Dream, and for just a human second, he imagined it to be his lover. Footsteps ran closer, and Dream tried to open his eyes.

“Oh, my goodness. It’s me.” Lucienne crouched beside her Lord. “It’s Lucienne.”

With a soft gasp, Morpheus opened his eyes. A burst of something warm washed over him, seeing his librarian. His loyal, forever liable librarian.

“Lucienne,” Morpheus said weakly.

Lucienne's lips pulled into a smile, her eyes glazed. “You’re home, my Lord.” She put her hand out.

Reaching for her hand, Morpheus’s eyes twinkled. “I am.”

Pulling her Master up, Lucienne and Morpheus stared at each other. Unspoken words, apologies, and questions hovered in the air between them. But Lucienne just smiles, and Morpheus nodded once.

They both begin the trek back to the palace, and Lucienne watches as her Lord takes in the outskirts of The Dreaming. How dull and unkept it has become.

Once they reached the doors to The Dreaming, Lucienne cleared her throat. “Forgive me, sir, but the realm… the palace… they are not as you left them.”

Morpheus pushed open the large doors. His eyes scanned the view before him. A piece of his heart broke, seeing his creation, his realm, in this state.

With a deeper, emotional undertone, Morpheus asked, “What happened here? Who did this?”

Lucienne threaded her fingers together. Her eyes on the tower, where she knew her Lady was residing.

“My lord, you are The Dreaming, The Dreaming is you. With you gone for as long as you were, everything began to crumble and decay.”

“What of the residents? The palace staff?”

Lucienne did not miss his true intention. What of my Queen? Where is she?

“Gone, sir. Most are gone.”

Morpheus' eyes lit with a dull fire. “Had they so little faith in me? That I would return?”

Lucienne wishes she could have been honest with him. Tell him just how his absence had affected the realm, the residents. She wished she could have reminded him of the Endless that had abandoned their realm. But she held her tongue. Like the loyal servant she was.

“What of my Queen, Lucienne? Where is she?” Morpheus wished he sounded less fearful.

Lucienne hesitated, and then she sighed. “She is here, my Lord.” Stepping next to Dream, Lucienne pointed at the palace tower, the library. “She is there. Waiting for you.”

Without hesitation, Morpheus began walking towards the palace. Once he reunited with his love, held her in his arms, he could think about his realm and the damage he had yet to repair.

Lucienne followed her Lord quickly behind him. As they reached the palace, Lucienne opened her mouth. “Sir… If I may?”

The hesitation in Lucienne’s voice put Morpheus on edge. Turning his head slightly back, he raised his eyebrow at Lucienne. “Speak, Lucienne.”

“In your absence, The Dreaming began to fall apart. The only reason it is still standing, is because her Ladyship has commanded it to. She is powerful, sir, but not as strong as you. For a century she has used power she does not hold, and it has taken a toll on her.”

Lucienne watched as Morpheus' back became rigid, how he flexed his fingers just to clench them.

“Like The Dreaming, I’m afraid she’s dying, my Lord. She’s carrying the weight of The Dreaming, and it was not meant for her.”

Morpheus stopped in front of the Library doors. He stood stiller than Lucienne had ever seen him. Power and anger rolled off him, and Lucienne squeezed her hands together harder. With a tone she had yet to hear, Morpheus spoke.

“Thank you, Lucienne. Leave me to mend the heart and strength of my Queen.”

Lucienne nodded, bowing. “Of course, my Lord.”

Before Lucienne could walk away, in a smaller voice, Dream asked her the one question that had haunted him for a century.

“Does she hate me, Lucienne?”

With no hesitation, Lucienne answered. “No, sir. She loves you just as much as you love her. If not more.”

Morpheus waited until Lucienne’s became a faint whisper. With a newfound fear, he brought his pale, slightly trembling hand to the door and knocked, once.

“Come in, Lucienne.”

Morpheus’s eyes fluttered. With a deep breath, he pushed open the library doors. Morpheus’s eyes landed on his Queen, sitting on a simple seat that looked like a throne. Morpheus’s dark eyes travelled the length of his lover, taking in her weaker body and sullen eyes.

“Darling,” Morpheus whispered.

With speed that had long died, Lady of The Dreaming turned her head to face her husband. Her eyes met his, glazed and remorseful, and she stood.

With parted lips, the Lady whispered, “Morpheus?”

As magnets do, or souls bounded by fate, Morpheus and his lover pulled towards each other. Arms and bodies tangled together, and they both took their first breath. Scents of the other filled their bodies and their hearts beat as one.

Morpheus tightened his arms around his lover, and let out a sigh at the feeling of her hands in his hair. Their bodies fused together as one, unknown to them where one started and the other ended.

His Queen pulled away, just enough to rest her forehead against his. “Am I dreaming, Morpheus? Please say no, I cannot handle it. Are you really here?”

Morpheus’s voice, thick with emotion, came from deep within his body. “I am here, my love. I am here.” At the sound of a quiet, broken sob, Morpheus pressed a kiss to his Queen’s forehead. “Oh, my darling. My love. My Queen. I am here.”

Fragile hands tightened their grip on his robes. Morpheus lifted his hand from his lover’s waist and placed it on her cheek. “You’ll never be alone again, I promise.”

Lady of The Dreaming nodded, believing her King. She could feel his trembling fingers. “It was horrible without you, my love. I…” She lifted her eyes to meet Morpheus’s. His eyes were screaming at her. Tell me everything. Be honest with me. I’m sorry. I love you.

“I am tired.”

Morpheus shut his eyes. When he spoke, his breath tickled her cheeks. “I know, darling. I’m sorry.”

Then, Lady of The Dreaming asked her husband for the thing she had wanted–needed– for over a century.

“Kiss me, Morpheus. Please.”

Knowing he owed her much more, Morpheus brought his lips to hers. Her lips were soft, almost silken, and untouched against his. Morpheus could feel the soft tickle of her breath beneath his nose, fingers carding through his hair and he breathed her in.

Pulling each other closer, the King and Queen of The Dreaming used their bodies to convey all their words, the apologies and confessions that had gone long unsaid.

Their reunion pleased The Dreaming, and as the King and Queen mended their relationship, The Dreaming began to mend itself.

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sukunasdirtylaugh · 29 days

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you have learned that the palace nymphs call you alice, a woman bound by something unknown, she who is from nowhere yet is the center of attention, the universe. king gojo's universe.

the king takes a particular liking towards you. he's much more taller than you in the space of the library. wearing distinguishable clothes that alert you that you're not talking to just anyone. the way he moves tells you everything you need to know. he's the king.

"your majesty," with embarrassment, you bow your head down, but the king makes it evident that no such attitudes like that are required with him. alone, at least.

he has been kind, too kind to let you live in the palace, granting you a room that could place marie antoniette's to shame. even the maids have noticed. they sneer behind your back, how a foreigner could ever make the king do what would only be done for a queen. but if they ever send a direct dirty look your way or do anything against you, fae king gojo has already taken care of it.

the elaborate dinners, sweet cream pastries with berries are rich. rich in care, in quality, as if you've dreamt the finest of dreams, this place is a heaven. and you see it.

king satoru treats you like no man ever has. holds your hand with the upmost respect, as if you were made of porcelain, his eyes feels like the gentle rays of light from your morning window, or the cool breeze of the night. never too much.

"stay with me," he asks of you one night, outside his balcony. your white shimmery gossamer dress, made with the most precision and care reflects among the moonlight, reminding you of the life you could live if you stay with him. the elaborate dinners, finest of goods, and the romantic attention you've always dreamed of cause you to hold your breath.

and then you wake up.

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thelastsirenssong · 4 months

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I'm thinking of Bakugou's hands. Calloused palms and slender fingers, digging into your shoulder blades as you groan, the act unexpected as he asks you a question with two hands, and two words: "Long day?"

The chair you were sitting forward in is wooden, and his thumb pads are diligent as they are gentle seeking out the knots in your muscle.

The night has dragged on seemingly longer than the day, but you find ridicule in his question- as though you had any right to answer what was posed when one of the hardest working people you know is standing at your bowing spine.

"Not really. Just tired, I guess." You push against his hands, and you turn, to face his offended glare. "What?"

"I was working." You laugh, and his scowl deepens as he grabs you by the shoulders. "Turn back around, I ain't finished." You shake your head, facing the back of the wooden chair- examining the grooves, the lines of what once had been rings of age.

"How about I do yours? You sit?" And Katsuki, for how much he has learned, has not learned patience for the self sacrifice of others. His lip curls up, in a familiar disgust- something you don't see in your peripheral- before he bows his own spine to face you, red eyes mere inches from your own.

"Turn the fuck around." His expression is half as cruel as his words are, maybe even half of that still, but you are determined to not meet his gaze, eyes still on the chair.

"I don't wanna." When his hands cup your face you don't expect it. To be pulled from facing a wooden chair by the soft tips of his fingers is all you need to look him in the eye as he strokes your cheeks with his thumbs.

"'S too bad I ain't askin'. Come on. Turn around." And so you do, with a slow spin, settling back into the chair rigidly with your face aflame as you feel his fingers find their way back around your shoulders, and he squeezes, forcing you to cave into him again.

"Swear to god everyone around here's always gotta act so fuckin' tough." He pushes harder, his fingets finding another particularly vicious knot, and you groan, but he makes no sound behind you. No snort of gleeful scorn, no scoff of impatience.

"I'm not. I'm not acting tough."

"Then you're lyin'." You laugh softly, and if he smiles behind you, you can't see it.

"Fair point." He grunts, and you hiss at his hands as they move lower, pushing closer to the center of your back.

"I'll let it go if you promise you won't try that shit again."

"Promise?" Your voice is strained with disbelief at being held to an impossible standard, and Katsuki rolls his eyes behind you, something else he knows you can't see.

"Fuck, I can't even get that? Fine. Give it your best shot then, at least. Fuckin' useless." Silence, for all that it is worth, fills the air between you for a moment as his hands find the pain in your back, and pull it apart. You open your mouth, and he hears the relief in your voice as he works another knot away.

"I can promise that." "Good." He wonders if you can hear the relief in his.

#night number five thousand of dreaming about bakugou haha what's new #everyone's tired I feel like lmao #have a soft Bakugou whydontcha #I think he's juet the kind of guy to come home tired as fuck and find his partner withering like a parched rose #and he thinks to himself oh no #no I am tired from work but I do not intend to neglect my own garden #king shit #bakugou x reader #here lemme give it tags LMAO

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nikathingz · 2 years

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Witch’s Dilemma

Morpheus x Immortal!Witch!Reader

This is purely self indulgent bc I love him so much

Part 2 here - Masterlist

Word count: 2657

(Also this gif is so cute but it makes me want to cry knowing the short moments that follow 😭)

*RING* *RING*

You picked the phone up and held it to your ear with your shoulder as you scribbled runes and incantations into your leatherbound journal “Hello? L/n residence” You said absent mindedly and briefly placed your pen down to look over at the texts you were studying.

“Uhm, I would like to speak with the mage called Y/n please” a weary male voice spoke through the phone, this piqued your interest, prompting you to set your pen down and fully acknowledge the conversation.

“That would be me, now who is this?” You questioned leaning on your hand, you had not been known as a mage in many decades.

“T-this is Alex Burgess, you knew my father Rod-”

“-Erick Burgess, yes I do, he is the man to have captured a demon in his basement,” you said more to yourself than the man on the phone “He has asked many favors of me in the past, what is the meaning of this call?” You inquired Alex about his business with you.

“If you would miss, I was hoping you would come out to help me with something, a spell, if you will” His voice, was desperate

Now he truly had you hooked, what would a Megas's son need with a mage? Was he not magically endowed himself? “What sort of spell is it?” you were already running through thousands of possibilities but unfortunately the only answer that Alex gave, brought much disappointment.

“I'm afraid I can tell you no more until you arrive,” He said hastily, “Does this mean you will come?” His voice had a boyish hopefulness to it that made your lips quirk up in a slight smile.

“Yes, just tell me where I need to be and I will travel as quick as the crow flies,” you said, your curiosity sending you into a daydream of what the man could want.

You let out a breath of relief as you pulled into the gravel driveway of the Burgess manor it was late in the evening which basked the manor in an eerie light. You stepped out of the taxi and walked up the creaky steps, rapping on the old wooden door. You stood for a moment before a kind eyed old man opened the door “Well hello, please come in! My name is paul, and you must be Y/n yes?” He asked with a sweet smile and you nodded, returning it.

“Yes, that is me. It's lovely to meet you Paul” You said and he nodded, leading you to a study where an old man sat perched in a wheelchair by a window. “You must be Alex Burgess” Your words startled him as he jumped slightly and looked in your direction.

“Yes, yes come in, please” You nodded and allowed some of his help to take your bags, sitting in a cushioned chair he kept in his office. He chuckled and examined your youthful form “I'll be honest, I was expecting someone older, my age perhaps,” he joked and you shifted a bit awkwardly.

“Haha yeah… sooo about this spell, what is it?” You cut right to the point, you couldn't lie, the question had been eating you alive for the entire week it took for you to prepare and travel to the Burgess manor.

Alex seemed to stiffen at the mention of your coming here, wordlessly Paul walked behind him and started to wheel him out of the room, and you followed blindly, Paul helped Alex down steep concrete steps and into a cold damp basement.

The breath was stolen from your lungs as you laid eyes upon a glass sphere, and inside was a man, who had raven hair and sickly pale skin. He remained still and silent in his glass prison, his eyes closed in a false peace. Paul and Alex stood back as you approached the wondrous thing before you, while you had worked with Roderick Burgess in the past he had neither confirmed nor denied the rumor of the demon in his basement, not even to you.

But this man did not look like a demon, in fact, he looked to be the opposite, he seemed to be crafted by the hands of gods themselves, when you came within reach of the orb you placed a curious hand on the glass, causing the being inside to look up at you. In his eyes you swear you could see the whole cosmos, but past that you could see a human like being. “So the rumors are true…” you muttered

Behind the beauty, in his silvery blue eyes, you could see the faintest amount of curiosity as he looked from you to the firmly planted hand on the glass. When you snapped out of the childish trance the man had captured you in you whipped around to face the old men and the guards who were watching your every movement.

Your face contorted in disgust and disdain “What is the meaning of this, Alex Burgess? Why do you bring me here under false pretenses and show me this man you keep locked in here like some trophy!?” Your disgust was immeasurable as you turned fully to the men.

“Your mistaken mage, I did not bring you here under false pretenses, I brought you here to cast a spell that would bind this basement shut, and I do not keep him like a trophy! He has refused to speak for over a century! All he had to do was promise not to hurt us and he could be free!” Alex tried to argue his case but you already had all the information you needed.

Your lip curled in disgust “And how do you expect me to bar this being in your basement when I don't even know what he is?” You questioned and he faltered.

“It's a being more powerful than gods, my father called it ‘Dream of the endless’ it wasn't even the one my father wanted to capture in the first place, please we were just scared that it would hurt us, we never wanted to keep it here, we just wanted to be safe” Alex sighed and spoke more calmly.

Dream of the Endless, a being greater than gods? And yet here he was, trapped for over a century in glass confinement, all because some mortals got greedy and scared?

Your stomach churned at the thought of keeping him locked in here for as long as the foundation of this house stood. You gnawed on the inside of your cheek in thought, briefly glancing over your shoulder to look at the Endless, his eyes were still trained on your figure, but his brow was slightly furrowed as if deep in thought himself.

“Please, this is our last result. We just want to be happy,” Paul pleaded and he clutched his lover's hand.

You inhaled a deep breath and stepped away from the glass sphere, feeling overwhelmed at the moral dilemma. “I need to think…” you muttered and crossed the room to stand in front of Alex and Paul “If you would be so kind as to show me my room, I'm exhausted from travel. I certainly could not perform such magic in my current state,” you stated and they both nodded, understanding. You followed as Paul helped Alex up the steps.

As you walked through the iron gate you looked back at Dream, whose demeanor had changed from when you had first walked into the basement before it was curiosity, now it was cold. You couldn't get rid of this looming feeling of despair.

Your sleep was restless that night, tossing and turning and unable to get rid of the image of him sitting in there for gods know how long, it was early in the morning before you finally rolled out of bed, deciding that a cup of water might help ease your troubled mind.

The house was quiet as everyone was asleep, you padded downstairs and into the old creaky kitchen, rifling through the cabinets to find a glass to quell your thirst. Your fingers bounced in thought, did you really want to do this? If you helped Alex then when the Dream King finally did escape you would be the only one alive for him to seek revenge on, and quite frankly you did not want to piss off one of the Endless.

You had read about the Endless a few decades ago, they were exactly as they were named, endless beings more powerful than gods, created by Father Time and Mother Night, Destiny, Death, Dream, Destruction, Desire, Despair, and Delerium.

You had met Death once, it was a long time ago but you remembered her kind smile, she was the reason you were still walking the earth today. You leaned on the counter in thought, remembering the deal you struck with her to gain your immortality.

Thinking about Death made you wonder why Dream’s siblings had not come to help him, the rumors of his predicament surely had to have reached the other Endless- of course, they had. You wanted to slap yourself, they knew what happened to him, and they were afraid that if they tried to come to his aid they would end up just like him. Your gut twisted in sorrow for him, abandoned by his siblings and made prisoner by the humans he was supposed to bring extravagant dreams to.

You finished off the glass and placed it delicately in the sink, padding back into the hall and stopping at the bottom step. You looked down the wall to the door that lead into the basement and heard a small voice in your head telling you to descend the stairs and gaze upon the ethereal being trapped like an animal.

Ignoring the pounding in your chest, you approached the basement door, there was a brief moment after you wrapped your hand around the brass knob where you considered turning and returning to your room, waking tomorrow, and just doing the damned spell. But instead, you pushed the door open and carried on down into the damp room, The Endless sat just as he did when you had last seen him earlier, elbows resting on his knees and arms crossed over his lap, in an effort to preserve his dignity.

One of the guards had gotten up to meet you at the gate, and you watched as his face was overtaken with confusion. “I apologize but I can't allow you to enter, Mr. Burgess doesn't allow any house guests down here alone, you’ll have to come back in the morning-” He tried to deter you but you stayed firm, giving him a hard glare.

“Mr. Burgess knows I’m down here, in fact, you both can go home, I've come to prepare my spell and it would be in your best interest to not be present unless you wanna be stuck in here with him for eternity,” you nodded past him to the Endless, who stared at you with a fierce glare. The man opened the gate and allowed you to step inside while he and his partner scurried to gather their things and leave the basement. You were honestly surprised he believed you, you were still in your pajamas and had none of your arcana with you.

Once left alone you shifted awkwardly on your feet, the cold concrete uncomfortable against your bare feet. His head cocked to the side as he watched you wearily approach, your eyes trained on the gold binding circle as you walked across the room to stand on the small water surrounded square of concrete where the circle was laid. His glare was unnerving as you crouched and ran a finger lightly over the binding circle and lifted it to see a slight residue on your fingertips.

She looked up at him and was almost taken aback by the mix of curiosity and pure displeasure, “Don't look at me like that, I don't actually plan on locking you down here, I'm just trying to actually get a plan together before someone realizes what I'm actually doing down here” You said and stood up with a sigh, knocking on the glaze to try and gauge just how much force would be needed to break it.

Dream’s jaw clenched and unclenched as you stared at him with a sour look on your face, you looked over your shoulder to the desk that the night guards had hastily abandoned, you looked at your hand and determined you definitely couldn't even crack the glass if you simply punched it. So you crossed the room to the desk and pulled the small lamp off of it, yanking the cord out of the wall, you turned on your heel and raised your arm over your head, and flung the lap right at the orb of glass.

Dream lurched back in surprise as the lamp collided with the glass, causing cracks to spiderweb outwards from the point of impact, but not enough to fully breakthrough through. His eyes were wide in disbelief as he stared at the damaged glass. You hurriedly walked back over and started to rub the gold runes etched on the floor with your foot while pressing a hand on the glass and giving the distraught Endless a slight smile “I'm sure you can take it from here yeah? Just one thing before I get the hell out of here though” you glanced down to see that you had rubbed a good chunk of the golden binding away.

“Just give me a few minutes to get properly out of here before you bust out of this joint, I’d rather not be around for what happens when you do break this glass cage,” you said with a light chuckle while walking back across the room watching as he shifted up onto his knees to properly examine the damage you’d done to not only the spell that kept his powers at bay but also the glass that kept him confined here.

He looked back up at you, his brows pinched together, so curious as to why you were different than all the other humans that visited the basement during the over a hundred years the Burgess’s had kept him bound here. He watched as your form retreated and disappeared from the basement and listened as the floors creaked above him, he didn't understand why but he sat there on his knees for several minutes until the house was encompassed in silence.

Meaning you were gone, and that he could finally escape this hellish place after over a century.

And he was correct, after you disappeared from the basement you had rushed as quietly as possible upstairs to gather the little items you had brought with you, then booked it out of the house not wanting to wait around to see how royally pissed the Endless would be when it fully registered to him that he was no longer bound to that glass case.

You felt light despite the fear that he might also want to knock heads with you, deep in your soul you knew that you had done the right thing by aiding in his escape, and a little voice in the back of your head assured you that he would be more inclined to spare you for not sealing him in the basement.

You were able to catch a ride back to the city where you could rent a car to get you back home, opting for it better than getting cabs all the way back as you had on the way over, you don't remember when but some days after you had arrived back in the safety of your apartment you had seen that Alex had caught a severe case of the sleepy sickness, and you had nothing but pleasant dreams every time you slept.

You had an inkling that both were work of the sandman.

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I love this sm, I had so much fun with it I hope you love it as much as I do

#the sandman netflix #the sandman fanfic #dreams and nightmares #the dream king #the dreaming #dream of the endless #morpheus #arcana #witch #roderick burgess #alex burgess #self indulgence at its finest #Dream of the endless x reader #morpheus x reader #witch!reader #immortal!reader #death of the endless #rip jessamy

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burnthheparaphilia · 3 months

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I can take both of them (not in a fight)

#If only the universe gave me a beautiful wet dream like this #Begging fr #elvis presley #elvis the king #big daddy elvis #austin butler #elvis x reader #elvis presley x reader smut #elvis 50's #elvis x you #austin butler smut #elvis

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theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction · 11 months

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Imagine Dream learning why you’re cross with him…

“You are mad with me.” Dream said softly. His tone was curious not understanding what had happened to earn him such disagreement.

“You have made quite the astute observation, King of Nightmares.” You replied.

“Tell me what I have done to warrant your anger and I will do what I can to remedy it.” Dream offered. He truly did not enjoy you being upset at him.

“I have been your guest for eons and not once have you escorted me to meet Gregory.”

Dream’s brows raised as he repeated your words. “Gregory?”

Had he made such a promise?

Footsteps walked closer until they revealed Lucienne who was making her way through the library while buried in a book. As if sensing the strife in her halls, she looked up and saw the odd scene.

“My Lord, is everything alright?”

“It appears that Y/n has been upset with me because I have not fulfilled a promise.” Dream explained.

Mouthing a quiet ‘ah’, Lucienne glanced at you. “Is this the one to see Gregory?”

When you nodded, Lucienne turned to her King and adjusted her glasses. “You did make that promise centuries ago, my Lord.”

Dream nodded. “Then contact Cain and Able. Let them know that they will be joined shortly.” He stretched out his hand for you to take. “I shall see this through.”

~ More imagines here ~

#theladyofmanyfandoms #theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction #gif is not mine #dream imagine #dream x reader #king of dreams x reader #king of dreams imagine #morpheus imagine #morpheus x reader #sandman x reader #sandman imagine #the sandman x reader #the sandman imagine

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thebigsl33p · 2 years

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Let Me In If I Break and Be Quiet If I Shatter

Part one.

Probably wrong canon wise. I wrote this while watching I, Tonya and Constantine.

Lord Morpheus was making a right fool of himself and he was really hoping that no one could see him. He wasn't sure he'd care too much if it was Y/N but Matthew and Lucienne would never let him hear the end of it.

He was scrambling over the Sand dune's, his big black boots making him trip and get sand in his socks. He was trying really hard to get up that dune as fast as possible but it just wasn't working and then-

"Dream?" She had bent her head over the edge of the Dune, tilting it at him.

"Y/N..." His words were choked in his throat, his mouth hanging open as if he couldn't breathe, "Is it you? Are you real?" He had finally made his way up the dune and was standing in front of Y/N.

She was now looking up at him, "Of course it is silly. You'd think the King of Dreams would know what's real and what isn't."

He dropped to his knees. Morpheus just couldn't help it, he didn't care if his fancy trousers got dirty or if he sunk into the sand, he just needed to know that Y/N was real.

"You're back." He said, though it came out as little more than a whisper.

"I'm back." She assured him, "There's been a rise in um...witchcraft, actually. Neo-Paganism, Wicca, y'know people are really getting into it. And all these people starting to believe again means that...I get to exist. And I get to be with you."

"We're going to find a way to make sure you can stay. For good." Morpheus told her, before quickly correcting, "I didn't mean to insinuate that people would lose faith it was just..." He looked like he choked on his own words, "I can't afford to lose you again. After you left I was different. I couldn't cope. You can ask Lucienne, I could barely rule my kingdom." He chuckled slightly, as if his bad mental health was funny, "But you're here now."

"Do you remember the last thing I said to you?" She looked down at her hands, picking at her nails.

"Yes. Do you?" He was watching her every move.

"Mhm. Do you still feel that way?" Y/N asked rather quiet, "It's been a few centuries hasn't it? There's not much point being presumptuous."

"Oh, that's a silly question and you know it." He cracked a smile, soft and barely noticeable.

The type of smile he hadn't let shine through since they were last together, sitting on the stairs of the Pantheon, laughing.

And before he knew it, he had kissed her for the first time.

The world changed around him. The sunlight felt different, the breeze, the smell of the sea, the sand beneath his knees, her skin under his palms.

Dream of The Endless was awake for the first time in Twenty Five Hundred years.

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all-fandoms-rise · 2 years

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Merely A Dream II

Morpheus x Reader

Summary: You were an assistant to Lord Morpheus and one fateful day he disappears from the dreaming leaving all to wonder of his presence. Only time could tell of what happened and what the future would hold whenever he returned.

Word Count: 1,202

A/N: Here is the second chapter!! There is a flashback sequence in this one, it is all written in italics!! Also there is some angst. Once again I hope you enjoy the story <3

Sometimes life seems to be a series of illusions, fooling you into thinking that things could go by with ease, fooling you into thinking that the man who created you actually cared about you. At the end of the day that illusion always comes crashing down knocking you into reality.

This leads you to now, standing at the gates of the dreaming with Lucien standing there waiting to greet Morpheus after his long awaited return. Several minutes passed as he sat in silence looking at the shambles of the realm that he created; eventually he dared to ask Lucien what happened to the dreaming. She explains all of the hardships that the dreaming and everyone who lived there had to endure while he was gone and confirms his suspicions by telling how most of the occupants of the dreaming had left to the human world because they believed that he had abandoned them. As the three of you walk into the remains of what was the castle you tell Morpheus how there were journals full of every detail of what had occurred while he was stuck in the cage then show how they were now just blank books as if the ink had never graced the pages.

The king appears annoyed as he stares at what used to be his home, as if either you or Lucien could control what happened, as if you didn’t nearly kill yourself trying to maintain everything and tirelessly search for him in the meantime. That's when a small smirk forms on his face, suddenly using his magic you and Lucien watch as he tries to put the pieces of the castle together. After a matter of seconds all of the work that he attempted to piece back together crumbles to the floor in worse condition then when he started, that's whenever he gets angry.

“It’s okay my lord you just need to rest then you’ll have this place back together in no time!” you say trying to lighten the mood. Glancing over it seems as if your words had actually made the situation worse and there's nothing you or Lucien can do as he stands to his feet coming as close to you as he can.

“If you would have been faster and not so weak so many years ago maybe I would actually be able to use my magic more” he seethes. Rage consumes you, you know deep down the king is a good man but it seems as if during his time in the cage you had tricked yourself into believing that he was someone different all of these fantasies of what you thought happened and what should were all now shattering in your face, he was the same selfish and controlling king he had always been but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt any less.

“YOU got yourself into that situation and yes it is very unfortunate what happened to you but don't forget that I'M the reason you even got out of that hell hole! I killed myself for years tirelessly searching for you and trying to help Lucien keep this place together. But yet somehow you still only see me as a mere dream, well I'm not that anymore remember Morpheus YOU created me to be more than that so when you call me weak know you're calling yourself that because you made me to be this way”. You reply only to be met with silence. Before the situation can escalate you excuse yourself by going to the village where your small house is, entering the home you throw yourself on the bed screaming into the sheets.

How could one person feel so many emotions?? You were relieved and happy that Lord Morpheus was safe and back in the dreaming so things could go back to how they were on the other hand you were consumed by anger and sadness, you hated when people tried to make you feel inferior and that was the kings specialty but somehow you know he still cared which is what made things more confusing.

You weren’t always the assistant to Lord Morpheus, no you started out as a dream that he had created with the intent to show humans their purpose in life while they were sleeping. That's what you did for hundreds of years in fact and you excelled in it helping millions understand the direction they needed to take in life, not all purposes were big actually some were so small you wouldn’t understand it was a purpose in their life till nearly the end of their time and how that one thing was a spiraling wheel leading to all of the other things that happened for them. Of course during that time when you weren’t in people's dreams you stayed in the dreaming realm spending most of the time with Lucien in the library keeping her company telling her about all of the things you had seen asking for peeks of the individuals futures and occasionally you would fill in Lord Morpheus about all of your adventures, it was more of a one sided conversation of you talk and he listens or at least he acted as if he did sometimes you could catch him with a small but noticeable smile when you’d tell him about particular dreams you were proud of showing to people. One day when you were working in someone's dream you were pulled out and sent to the dreaming leaving you confused and somewhat annoyed. There had stood Morpheus just staring at the floor for several moments until finally his gaze had met yours,

“y/n we need to have a discussion”

“Yes my lord, about what?” you question.

“I know that my original intent was to have you as a dream but there's been a change of plans. I need you here in the castle. You will now be my assistant and handle whatever I ask or of what is needed of you throughout the realm.” he states.

That's why you’re sitting here now all because for some unknown reason Morpheus had wanted you to become his assistant. It made you feel like a mistake, maybe you were never as good at your “job” than originally thought. It’s ironic how the whole purpose for your creation was to help others find their purpose in life and now you don’t even have one… you just exist. During his time in the cage you had finally felt strong that you were no longer just a dream because you had so much control on what you could do with your life. Now you feel like a child cowering in the corner, but it's time that you fought back against this feeling because you needed to know the answer to the question that has been haunting you for nearly a century. Marching all the way back to the remains of the castle you see Morpheus standing there ready to leave to go to the mortal world to retrieve his “tools”, but you don’t let him. Grabbing his arm you pull him towards you until the two of you are nearly face to face,

“Why the hell did you change me Lord Morpheus”.

A/N: Sorry I know this chapter wasn't quite as long as the other one but the next one will have more answers to y/ns question and it starts the quest of searching for Morpheus' beloved tools.

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fadingsnow · 9 months

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Hello! I hope you’re good 😊 I’m just getting in touch with a Sandman request, I would love to see a piece where Dream joins reader for a swim! This might not be something you want to write, so no worries. Also it doesn’t have to be NSFW, but take it anywhere you want! I just think he’s got a whole dream ocean, the potential is there 🌊

MIDNIGHT SWIM - DREAM x f! reader

SUMMARY AND TW: When you enter the Dreaming, you realize just like the human world, there's oceans as well, so why not go for a swim with the king of Dreams?

A/N: I hope you don't mind I did not add nsfw content, I just didn't know how to really add it in here :)!

You understood that the Dreaming would forever hold a place deep inside your being, a cherished sanctuary where love and dreams intersected. Or all, since Morpheus is the personification of dreams. And with Morpheus by your side, you would continue to explore the realms of the Sleeping Marches, together, as one. Perhaps he had finally taken you seriously, when you always made jokes about swimming with him in the large ocean that exists within the Dreaming, a vast realm filled with different possibilities. You could hardly think about swimming though at the moment, as you fell asleep, your head hitting the soft pillow with wishes of seeing the Sandman with all his power.

You found yourself standing at the edge of a tranquil ocean, surrounded by an ethereal glow that emanates from the Dreaming. The peaceful waters shimmer in hues of midnight blue, reflecting the stars hanging in the sky above. You take a deep breath, feeling a sense of anticipation tugging at your heart. It was hard to even believe such a thing existed, it was so vast, filled with some unknown mysteries under it. Maybe, you'd just stay only close to the surface.

As you gazed upon the serene scenery, you suddenly became aware of a figure approaching from the distance. With each step, the soft grass beneath their feet seems to whisper with reverence. It is none but Morpheus, the lord of dreams himself.

His dark, flowing hair cascades over his shoulders, as if mimicking the undulating movements of the Dreaming. His eyes, deep and endless, hold a warmth that belies his title as the ruler of the realm. His presence alone fills the air with a serene energy, drawing you closer with each passing moment. He tilts his head at you to give you acknowledgement, a warm expression shown on his face.

Without a word, Morpheus extends his hand towards you, a silent invitation to join him in the depths of his kingdom. You take his hand, the softness of it, feeling an electric spark at the contact. A smile graces Morpheus' lips as he leads you toward the edge of the ocean.

His piercing silver-blue eyes met yours, and in them, you saw a glimmer of rare vulnerability. "Would you care to join me for a swim?" he asked, nervously, as though he hesistated and thought that you would reject his offer.

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you took his hand, feeling the weight of anticipation and exhilaration build within you. As you lowered yourself into the water, a soft warmth enveloped your body, and your senses became keenly aware of every sensation.

Morpheus moved with grace and fluidity as he swam beside you, his obsidian hair dancing upon the water's surface. His presence was magnetic, as if the very essence of dreams and imagination pulsed through his veins. It was as if the Dreaming itself had come alive in his presence.

With each step into the pristine waters, ripples of anticipation dance across your skin. The Dreaming greets you warmly, embracing you as its own. As you wade into waist-high depths, Morpheus guides you further, until the water envelopes both of you.

Together, you begin to swim, the silky touch of the Dreaming's waters caressing your skin. As you move, your synchronized strokes create a symphony of tranquility, a dance between mortal and ethereal, as if the Dreaming itself is responding to your presence.

Morpheus' eyes never leave yours, his gaze filled with an understanding that transcends words. In this intimate moment, the boundaries between reality and dreams blur, allowing you to fully immerse yourself in the depths of the Dreaming alongside him.

At last, the two of you found yourselves floating gently beneath an ethereal waterfall, one that seemed to cascade into infinity. Droplets danced upon your skin like stardust, mingling with the memories of countless dreamers who had passed through this realm.

Morpheus drew closer, his features illuminated by the celestial glow. His eyes searched yours, searching for confirmation, for consent, for a desire that matched his own. And in that moment, with the realization that the Dreaming held a love between you that was boundless and all-encompassing, you gave yourself to him.

With every stroke, you feel a sense of freedom wash over you, a release from the constraints of the waking world. The weight of your worries and burdens vanish, replaced by an inexplicable connection to the infinite possibilities of dreams.

Time seems to lose its meaning as you and Morpheus enjoy this moment of pure intimacy. The water cradles you, its embrace a testament to the boundless love that exists between you. In this surreal landscape, you immerse yourself in the joy of being with Morpheus, knowing that this union transcends the boundaries of reality.

As the moon casts its gentle glow upon your entwined forms, you both emerge from the embrace of the Dreaming's waters. A sense of contentment washes over you, leaving behind memories that will never fade.

Morpheus turns to you, not being able to decipher his thoughts, perhaps that's one of the qualities of being an Endless. He simply walks over to you, and plants a soft kiss on your lips, in which you give back. "I'd take you anywhere throughout the Dreaming to make you joyous." He murmured in your ear, putting little kisses on your neck.

In that moment, you realize that being able to swim in the Dreaming was not just a mere encounter, but an affirmation of the love that blossoms between you and Morpheus. He chose for you to go to the ocean in the Dreaming, because he loves you.

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alexander-arcturus-black-lupin · 7 months

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Walks along the Dreaming

Fandom: The Sandom

Paring: Morpheus x Dream of The Endless

Genre: Fluff

A/N: I love my tall white emo boy sm aaaaa Idk if I'm making it a blurb or nah

Summary: Dream and reader are walking through the Dreaming and Morpheus is just being cuteee because he thinks Reader is cute and it's just aaarrrrhhh

Morpheus watched the sun from his corner on the palace balcony. In the dreaming when the sun finally set a cool breeze filled the air. When the sun in the dreaming finally did set

Unlike in the waking world the sun was always out much longer and though he didn't need the night as it was just an time for mortals to rest their weary bodies. He'd come to love it.

Why?

Because of a certain someone he'd come across. He hadn't meant to get attached. He had been asked for a tour of the dreaming and he complied, it'd been eons since he'd hosted a mortal in his castle. He watched as she'd been mesmerised by what his realm had to offer.

Even now as he watched her slumped in the sands he wonders what's so special about her, why can't he get her out of his head. Maybe she accidentally spelled him.

That might have explained why he appeared beside her. She jumped slightly at his sudden appearance. Before she arose to her feet, bowing slightly

"Lord Morpheus, I hope I cause no trouble," he shakes his head. You've barely done anything except be kind. Something most humans must learn from you.

"May I join you," He asks his voice merely above a whisper. You shyly nod and sink back into the Sands. Morpheus claims a spot by you a fee inches apart. Together you both watch the sea.

After a beat he watches you, even as you cease and lay on your back as you gaze at the stars.

"If I may My Lord-"

"Morpheus,"

"Pardon?"

"You may call me Morpheus," her eyes widened.

"Morpheus," his name slipped off your tongue like honey from the finest aphrodisiac.

He said something which was too quiet for you to hear.

"What?"

"I like how my name sounds from your lips," you swore his eyes flitted down to your lips. Without really thinking much, his name left your lips again.

"Morpheus,"

"I could listen to you for an eternity," You racked your brain trying to remember what you meant to ask.

"You distracted me," you say softly. "I've forgotten what I wished to say," Morpheus chuckled.

"I apologise. Would you, would you care for a walk along the dreaming? Before you retire, It helps with remembering." He asked. "You are within your rights to de-"

"I would be honored,"

"T'is I who should be honored," you blushed as you rose from the sands. The sands didn't cling to your clothes as mortal sand would.

He held out his arm. You flinched before you took it. A sharp pain slashed his chest. What had been done to you to make you so scared of him?

Was it his doing?

Your gripped his arm and gave him a small smile. It's not your fault

"Your realm truly is beautiful Morpheus, "

"It's merely an extension of me,"

"Then, you are beautiful," It came out before you could even think. "I-"

"Thank you although i think I should be the one to call you beautiful, considering you manage to be the main focus of anyone who gazes at you,"

You blush at his words.

"I wonder which other mortals or better goddesses you whisper such sweet things to," you say jealously singing in your head.

"On the contrary I tend to avoid most of them, especially those who seek for me for things other than...help"

"You did not avoid me,"

"True,"

"Why?"

"Something about you called to me, I am yet to know what,"

"I hope it's been worth you're while," you say jokingly.

"It was."

We reached a greenest gardens you've ever seen. The path through the garden shimmered and shone with glitter like stones.

The shrubs and bushes that greeted you held beautiful roses, some were red and some were white, others held different kinds of flowers in different colours.

The moon lit up the entire scene, it's white rays highlighting a swingset.

"Morpheus, this is beautiful," Your eyes roved over the entire place. Morpheus glanced around before looking at you. Then lush green garden

The lush green gardens were something he made eons ago, he'd seen it a million times but for someone like you to compliment them made him feel...warm.

He looked at you, the gardens may have once been the Dreamings most prized possession, but ever since your very prescence entered here.

It paled in comparison, even now as your eyes sparkled at it's beauty his eyes only ever where on you.

"It is quite a sight indeed," you turned to glimpse his face but froze once you noticed his eyes were on you.

"The garden?" You asked although you already knew the answer.

"You," your thoughts scrambled.

You

You...

"Me,"

"Yes," a light blushed coloured his cheeks. "You," your lips formed a smile one which he swore lit up the world.

"May I be so bold as to ask you to to...extend your stay in the Dreaming." He paused. "I'm sure the residents would love to have you,"

By residents he meant him. Sure Lucienne would be happy to have another person around but he would be the most pleased.

"I would love that, I'd be honored to spend more time with the residents." Morpheus' heart leaped for the first time in centuries.

She leaned in and pecked his cheek. Morpheus smiled as he realised that:

1. He was in love something he'd never felt in eons

and

2. He was in love with you

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