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preciouslandmermaid · 9 months

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quiet fury in your head [vii]

Dream of the Endless x F!Reader!Goddess / Sandman Fanfiction

Note: I wasn’t sure how Dream’s manifestation into the waking world worked like—is he always visible? Or does he pick and choose? So for the sake of a certain scene, I made it so both Dream and Reader are invisible to mortals. Anyway, You and Dream go into the mortal world.

No use of Y/N. See part 1 for all the tags tbh.

Warnings: This chapter has mentions of child abuse. There is nothing explicit described, but it is mentioned.

Rating: 18+

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You follow Dream across the pier. His request for your help in the mortal—the waking world—is odd. He’s never asked this of you before. But, you are bound to the Dream Lords will. Your skin prickles. Your heart feels tight. The longing you feel when he is distant has doubled—no, tripled—as you admire the straight and narrow line of his shoulders. He is often stiff. Sometimes you wonder if you dreamed your first kiss, if you imagined the way his soft lips moved over yours like shifting sand and how his pale, large hands cupped and clung to you.

He stops and extends that same, large hand to you. His fingers long and slender and elegant. A Dream-Weaver’s hand. You step forward and take it. The mounds of his palm fit perfectly within your own. His long fingers interlace yours. He steps off the pier with you in tow and the spinning that occurs is less dizzying than the pleasure of Dream’s touch. Do not let me go, you think as the whirls of color expand and spin, because I will give myself to this vortex and be done with it. The ache to be closer to him is an acute, masochistic agony. If I took other lovers, then I would not feel this way toward the Dream Lord, but—I don’t want anyone else. I want only him. But I doubt he will ever take me as a queen—as an equal—and I will accept nothing less.

The world manifests around you. The air is warm and balmy. Dream is slow to release your hand. He settles his Helm onto his head, hiding his unkempt dark hair and fathomless eyes from you. Your palm and fingers tingle from the lack and you miss the comforting pressure, the warmth of him. Yet pride stops you from reaching for him.

Remember your place here. You are his servant, he is your keeper, and no matter what desire burns inside you—the Dream Lord is to be your ruin. Remember who you are. Remember your sisters.

“This way,” Dream’s voice is strange from within his helm. It’s like flint scraping against stone. He leads you through the warm, crowded streets. A group of men pass you wearing uniforms and smoking rolled cigarettes.

You feel the war and conflict thrumming through the threads of the world. A long conflict, no less. Saliva pools inside your mouth when you inhale deeply. The knowledge drops into your mind like a stone (for even a Goddess without worship is given information). Your presence in the waking world has opened your mind to all the history and knowledge you’ve missed since being sequestered in the Dreaming. You understand all the language, the history, technology and culture in seconds.

You go within yourself. You peer through the layers of history, the shifting timelines, the strings of Fate. You see thousands of battles—old and new—flick through like the fast-flipped pages of a book. This war will last another ten years.

You sigh longingly. If only this war could be fought in your name. You would return to power. This is who you are. A Goddess of War. Desire said you were forgotten. But that didn’t mean your essence didn’t sing at the sight of battle. The large galley ships within the ports, the men in uniforms carrying guns, the cannons, the crates of supplies and gunpowder.

“We will wait here.” Dream stands off to the side of the busy street and you use this moment to scan the area. You peer over the shoulder of a boy selling papers. The year is 1805. Meaningless numbers to a God. But, you heart aches for your sisters and fellow Gods that have been lost for eons now. They pray to something else now…

“Are you going to tell me what we’re doing here?” You ask. You lean your spine against the stone building behind you and fold your arms. The salty, bay air from the port floats between your legs and over your exposed arms.

“We’re waiting for someone…” Dream replies. You roll your eyes.

“Can I wait somewhere else?”

The ruby on Dream’s necklace glints in the hot sun when he turns toward you. The large, almost insect-inspired glass of his helm reflects your personage. You cannot see his eyes, but you feel them graze over your face, neck, and chest like the sharp ends of a thorn.

His voice rasps against your flushed skin, “I need you beside me.”

“To what end?” You challenge pushing from the wall and invading the Dream Lord’s personal space. You wish you could tear the helm from his head and stare him down properly. Morpheus does not flinch or step back at your approach. He stands, hands clasped behind his back, ruby and helm shining in the sun. Your impassive, imposing, and infuriating Dream Lord.

“I need you to incite a frenzy to draw out a nightmare that has escaped.”

Your face crumples, anger turning to disappointment, to shame. “I can’t.” The words taste like acid. “They leave no offerings to me, Morpheus. They do not sing. They do not memorize our stories. The powers I once had have weakened over time”

You swallow around the lump in your throat, “they have...nearly disappeared, in truth.”

Within the Dreaming, you can shape-shift, but you suspect the reason that power remained was because Badb gave it to you. It wasn’t connected to Desire’s gift. It wasn’t connected to the Mortals who once feared you. It wasn’t connected to your Dream-Weaving abilities that are trapped inside a ring that Morpheus wears on his pinkie finger. Dream’s silence stretches and chaffs like rough sand.

Maybe he will release me...now that I have no use to him.

He says slowly, “If I offer something to you,” He tilts his head, studying you through the dark lens of his helm, “will that be sufficient?”

You purse your lips. “You would need to do it properly.”

“Very well. What is it you would ask? If it is within my power, then I will give it.”

For a moment, your thoughts quiet and your heartbeat slows. You and Dream stand in a port city in Spain, heat and saltwater, the call of gulls and the rich, melodic Spanish language dancing through your eardrums. Something inside of you tightens like a winding spring. You think of your earlier desire—to remove his helm—to touch him. Desire once said to you: “Do as you desire, always. Forget honor, or cowardice, or shame. Become the envy of all other Gods.” You aren’t their champion anymore, but the truth they spoke lives inside your core.

You are Nemain of The Morrigan, the Goddess of war, and rage, fear, and destruction. You have lived powerless for too long. A shade of a woman. A wraith. A ghost. Not even powerful enough to call yourself a Banshee. Now, Dream is offering you a gift. Anything you desire so you can help him find his missing nightmare.

Yet, there is only one thing you desire right now—in this moment—beneath the hot Mediterranean sun.

“I would ask for a kiss, Dream.”

He lifts the helm from his head, his hair stuck in every direction like the ruffled feathers of a raven.

“That’s all?” He sounds dubious.

“Yes.”

You wait for him to reject you and ask for something else. Without the helm, you stare into his ageless face, the sharp planes of his cheekbones, the universal depth of his eyes, and the soft pout of his lips. His stony expression reveals nothing. His thoughts and feelings remain a mystery to you. How infuriating...

Dream closes the small distance between your bodies. You inhale sharply. The dark, woolly fabric of his long coat brushes against your chest. His hand settles at the back of your warm neck. You crane upward to meet him. His face blocks the sun and the light is absorbed within the strands of his dark hair and forms a muted, yellow halo behind him. Your fingers clasp around the lapels of his coat for the sake of something to cling to.

“The incantation.” You remind him. Your words are a breathy whisper against his lips.

“I offer this to The Morrigan, Goddess of War and Rage, to the aspect known as Nemain of the three sisters. She who incites fear on the battlefield, whose scream foretells death, whose presence inspires courage to those who worship her.” His voice is husky, intimate, quiet for only you to hear—even though the mortals walking pass cannot see or hear you.

His long, pretty eyelashes slip closed as he inclines his head towards yours and your lips finally, blessedly meet. The lively sounds of the port become white noise in your ears. Dream’s kiss is intoxicating. You feel the burbling rush of power as it fills you like sweet rich chocolate. It feels like floating. The raw power is injected into your veins. Your heart pounds, your fingers tighten around his coat, and your mouth opens willingly to the gentle, probing touch of his tongue. You sigh into his mouth, winding your arms around the graceful curve of his bowed neck, and pressing your body flush and tight against his.Too long, too long...You lament. It has been too long since someone—a being of great power—gave anything to me.

Dream coaxes his tongue along yours in languid, teasing motions. What began as a simple offering, a mere singular kiss, has turned heady and intense. Your spine meets the sun-touched, warm stone of the building behind you. You drag your leg up, pressing your inner thigh against Dream’s hip, allowing yourself the pleasure and delight of feeling his body snug against yours. He holds your jaw, tender, your jugular exposed, and swallows the breathy, quiet moans that escape from the back of your throat. His obvious desire for you cannot be understated or imagined. He does want you.

But he will never take me as an equal. The thought is sobering and you drag your mouth away from his. Dream doesn’t move, nor does he break eye contact with you, and your bodies are pressed together as if bonded by melted wax.

His dark eyes roam your face, seeking answers to a question he hasn’t asked.

He releases his hold on your jaw and takes a pointed and deliberate step away. He returns his helm and indirectly (or perhaps directly you think) hides his face and expression from you.

“There,” He inclines his head toward of group of soldiers, “the nightmare had been following them.”

You square your shoulders. It’s time to get to work then.

The art of inciting fear is subtle like plucking the strings on a harp. You strum gently, your fingers are light, your brow is folded in concentration. Dream asked for frenzy. But there is more build up to it than one might. It’s akin to building a tower of cards. It requires a delicate hand as you follow the group of soldiers. Your concentration doesn’t waver…

Until you hear a familiar, bright voice.

“Stinky!” The child chastises and tugs on the leash of her white dog with crusty-gunk inside its eyes. You turn and face the child—I know you from the Dreaming, you think, and the little girl looks up toward you. She cannot see you. You know this. Yet, you stare into her innocent brown eyes and fear overtakes you. The memories and emotions are brief and fast like hard slaps across your face: Anger. A man’s voice screaming. His brown eyes brimming with rage. Shame. A broken vase with the porcelain pieces scattered across the floor like bone shards. Confusion. A dark place. Hunger. A dog’s paw scratching at the door. Fear.

Morpheus lightly touches your shoulder and draws you from the vortex of the girl’s memories.

“The child…” You wrestle the words from your throat, “her father harms her.”

“There is nothing we can do for her.” Dream says.

You look up at the Dream Lord, your expression and voice serious, and a simmering anger builds beneath your words. “You could send a nightmare to him. Scare him.”

“He would not change his ways.” Dream replies. “My nightmares are a reflection of the human condition. I give sleep, I give dreams and nightmares, and nothing more. I cannot interfere with the child’s fate.”

“Even if she called to you?” You ask hotly. “Left offerings and cried out for your aid?”

“I am not a God.”

You narrow your eyes and turn away from Dream. The little girl has scooped her grumpy-looking dog into her arms and is walking in the opposite direction of the soldiers you’re following. You clench your jaw and curl your fingers into fists at your sides.

The card tower falls.

A solider trips.

Their rifle misfires.

And the plaza erupts in a frenzy of alarm—fear that the enemy has crept up on them, fear that someone is hurt, fear that the bullet has hit them. You cannot even enjoy the sensation of terror. Your eyes linger down the street where the little girl went. You seek the knowledge within the fabric of the world and learn that the girl’s father is planning to get onto a boat soon.

If Dream won’t help her...there is no reason why I cannot.

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“Dima,” You step through the cloudy mass of her homestead. “I have need of you.”

Dima places one hand over her heart and her blue skin crackles like lightening, “Anything.”

“I have need of a storm…”

Dima smiles widely and kneels upon one knee. “For you, I would conjure a hundred storms, my queen.”

You place your hand on her shoulder. It feels damp and tingles softly beneath your palm. Her loyalty is strong and welcome and you feel your lips twitch upward into the first smile in centuries.

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You use your connection to the child to find her father within the Dreaming. The Dream manifests as a galley boat similar to the ones you saw within the Spanish port, but the father is not alone. Corinthian sits on the bowsprit, his legs dangling and staring out at the dark ocean below. Did Dream send a nightmare after all? You approach Corinthian slowly.

He looks over his shoulder toward you, “There’s a sight I rarely see.”

“You tend to make yourself sparse, Corinthian.”

“Can’t help it.” The saltwater sprays against his dark glasses, “I think I make the other dreams nervous.”

“As you should.” You lean your hands on the wet wooden railing, “it is in your nature to be discomforting.”

“The nature built into me by Dream.”

“Did Dream send you?”

“No.” Corinthian scoffs. “This one…” His gaze trails to the father pacing the main deck below and wringing his hands together. “His darkness calls to me. His desire for wealth, his hunger for power and control, his pleasure in…” Corinthian trails his dark and reflective gaze back to you, “causing pain.”

The power Dream gifted you bubbles beneath your skin. I have the strength to cause madness again...You will need that power to deal with this disgusting pest of a man. You will eradicate him. You will ensure the child is safe and free.

“I would like some time alone with him.”

Corinthian tucks his legs beneath him, raising to his full height, and balances on the long bowsprit with ease. His blonde hair tousles softly in the warm, salty wind and the flaps of his coat flutter. He slides his hands into his pockets.

“You can have him for a price, Queen of Nightmares.” He drawls, “And I’m sure you can already guess my terms.” He tilts his head. You recall your first meeting with Corinthian and his desire to escape the Dreaming. Even at your current strength, you are bound by your duty to Desire. You cannot leave even if you had the power to.

You glance at the man pacing the deck and your righteous anger pushes you to action.

“I am bound until Dream frees me as decreed by Desire, my Maker.” You explain calmly, “But once I am free – I will be free from everyone. Gods. Endless. Mortals. If you allow me to be alone with this wretched creature then I will owe you a favor.”

“A favor?”

“Anything you wish.” You say solemnly. “And if it is within my power then I will give it.”

Corinthian asks, “Even if I ask you to harm your precious Dream Lord to ensure my escape?”

You bow your head in the barest of nods. “Yes, Corinthian.”

He jumps from the bow onto the ship deck near the large wooden wheel. “It does not hurt to have an Old God in my pocket.” He grins, his smile lean and sharp and perfectly white. “Very well, you can have him.”

Corinthian vanishes. You are alone alongside the dreamer and a wave of nostalgia crashes over you. A dreamer trashing inside their bed wrecked with paranoia due to your influence as you desperately tried to save your family. You slink behind the man. He smells of booze and sweat. You place your hands delicately on his shoulders and bring your lips close to his ears.

“The ship is sinking…” You whisper, your voice low and almost seductive. “You must save yourself.” You weave your fingers around the man’s unease regarding the war and fill toxic paranoia into his nostrils. “The storm is too strong. You must jump now! You must swim to shore.” You hiss. Your voice melodic and guiding. The man’s heart echoes the thundering clouds above your heads.

“Hurry!”

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In the mortal world, the ship known as “Indomptable” is taken by a storm conjured by Dima. Her anchor chains are broken and she drifts toward the offshore rocks. The man—the awful, coward—jumps from his bunk with the bite of his nightmares on his heels and throws himself from the ship.

The storm drags him deep, deep, deep.

His body is never recovered.

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You lounge on the grass of Fiddler’s Green. The meadow is comforting, quiet, and calm. Your skin glistens with sweat from your exertion of using your powers on the mortal. A few colorful butterflies float over your head and you smile to yourself.

The child is safe. They can call me the protector of children now. The thought elicits a queer feeling in your chest. Something close to pride and excitement. This could be my calling once I leave the Dreaming. I can travel the mortal world and incite fear in those who harm others. I could make them regret ever abusing their power.

Your hand reaches up and plays with the sunbeams flowing like golden ichor through the clouds. For the first time since your sister’s deaths and Lugh’s betrayal, you feel a lightness inside your heart, a softness that did not—could not—exist before.

Dream’s thunderous voice cuts through the calm silence, “Morrigan.”

You sit up and brush the loose grass from your cloak. You peer up at him with a bewildered expression. Why has he come to find me now?

“What have you done?” He looms over you. The grass in the meadow sways away from his tall, imposing form.

Ah, he knows. You raise to your feet and regard him coolly. He cannot make a God, a Queen, bend no matter how much he huffs and puffs and glares.

“You could not intervene on the girl’s behalf.” You cross your arms, “But I could.”

“That is not your place.” He glowers, “And it was not my command.”

“I have my free will within the Dreaming, Morpheus.” You snap, anger rising to the surface, “I made the father pay for his transgressions.” You cannot hide the pride from your voice. You are proud of what you’ve done and Morpheus cannot take that from you.

“Your meddling has cost lives.” His voice is ice and you suppress a shiver. “As long as you are within the Dreaming, you are my responsibility and your actions reflect on me and all of the Dreaming’s inhabitants.”

“If you are seeking an apology, Dream Lord, I will not give it.” You lift your chin. “Regret does not eat my heart.”

“It will.” Dream replies cryptically, “when you learn what your actions have cost you.”

Your brows furrow. Morpheus lifts his pale, long-fingered hand and Fiddler’s Green vanishes from beneath your feet and the static taste of Dima’s home fills your mouth. Dima emerges from her hut at your arrival and her smile drops when she sees Morpheus alongside you.

“Dream Lord, what do I owe the pleasure?”

Morpheus’ gaze is hard and unyielding.

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“You are hereby banished from the Dreaming, Dima Storm-Weaver.” He says coldly, “For your actions in interfering with the waking world at the request of someone who isn’t me.”

“Wait, Dream Lord, please!” Dima prostrates herself at his feet. “I’m sorry!” Her blue cheeks dampen with a sudden burst of tears. Your expression tightens into white-hot anger and you throw yourself in front of Dima. He would expect nothing less. Your loyalty is to be commended, but your actions do not move him. He must restore balance within the Dreaming. He cannot have his subjects bending their wills to your whims. Your gaze pins him.

And Dima succeeded where you could not. A small voice nags in the back of his mind. She had the power to help while you couldn’t. Dream forcefully pushes the thoughts aside. No. That is not the reason. He must keep control and balance within his own Realm. He can’t have you undermining him.

“If you wish to punish someone then punish me.” Your lips curl into a snarl. You are ever-so-ferocious.

Dream replies flatly, “Be grateful I am not extending your time in the Dreaming.”

“Grateful!?” You shout and lightening cracks through the clouds beneath your feet, “You ask for my gratitude when you would rip my only friend from me?”

“Perhaps you will make a different choice next time.” He tears his gaze away from your grief-stricken and rage-filled face.

“Dima.” He addresses the creature that embodies storms and rain. Dima is pure elemental force at her core. She looks up at him from her kneeling position and clasps her hands in front of her chest. Her chest cavity flashes rapidly like a heartbeat made of lightening.

“Your banishment begins now.”

“No!” You yell, throwing your arms around Dima’s shoulders, as if your physical touch could tie her to the Dreaming. “Punish me, Morpheus. Not her. She did nothing wrong but listen to me!”

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Morpheus stares blankly at you. There is nothing of the man who kissed you and pressed your back against the warm, sun-soaked stone wall. You grit your teeth and dig your fingertips into Dima’s soft, blue-colored shoulders. Morpheus says nothing. The wind pulls at the coattails of his long, dark jacket and Dima fades beneath your fingers.

You fall forward on your knees onto the soft, white clouds and stare at the Dreaming world below. Your throat burns with a familiar, painful prickling sensation.

This is the cost of love...the cost of friendship...that it could be taken away. You blink back the tears and are adamant that Dream does not see you cry. You inhale through your nostrils and look up at him as static discharge dances across your skin and pulls small pieces of your hair.

Your voice is clear and sharp, like a silver blade running through someone’s rib cage, “Never speak to me again lest to release me from my wretched service to you.” Your words hang heavy in the air of Dima’s absence.

Dream inclines his head slightly and disappears in a gust of rain-dappled wind. You bow your head and scream into the clouds. The thunder muffles the noise, but the Dreaming trembles at the raw, painful sound of your grief.

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megalony · 2 years

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Ironic dreamers

This is more of a drabble but is my second Morpheus (Sandman) imagine which I hope you will all enjoy, the feedback on my other imagine was absolutely amazing.

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Summary: Morpheus helps his lover to fall asleep when insomnia makes it harder for her to find the dreams he creates especially for her.

Enjoy.

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Was that a dream or a nightmare in the making?

(Y/n)'s tired eyes became captivated by the whirlwind of sand and black magic that was cooking up in the middle of the crumbling room.

At the foot of the steps to the throne sat her lover, his chin tilted at an angle resing on his palm so his eyes could properly scrutinise his half finished creation. His index finger swirled round and round in a constant motion, surging the sand around the part of the dream that was in process and was full of colours mashing together like a rainbow that was melting.

Dream couldn't quite figure out what the rest of the dream should look like, he had an image in his head but he didn't know how to bring it to life. This wasn't a special dream that was going to float through hundreds of people's minds but it wasn't something he wanted to finish too quickly either.

His foot was slowly tapping up and down against the thin air, causing his crossed leg to vibrate against the other leg and shake his body in a rocking motion that rather helped him concentrate. But the moment his eyes flitted to the right, his brows raised and his movements momentarily stopped.

"I told you to rest."

His voice was like silk, it was such a deep yet quiet, calming voice that (Y/n) wouldn't have thought first fitted his image.

"I tried, but I can't sleep without you."

A look of surprise flooded Morpheus' face when (Y/n) slowly approached him almost sheepishly before boldly sitting on his lap. He froze for a few moments, unsure where to put his arms or how to relax against her until she moved first. Morpheus wasn't used to lovers being close or touchy with him and after nearly a century in a glass dome, cut off from everyone and every touch, things felt different.

He didn't know how to deal with his emotions going from being closed off and distant to wanting- no, yearning, touch but not knowing what to do about it. He was touch starved, desperate for contact and love and soft kisses and skin to be close to him but that wasn't who he was before he was captured.

He leaned further back in his throne until he was almost slouching against the stone but when (Y/n) snuggled into his chest, he could feel his muscles melting into a puddle and he slugged like his bones had turned to jelly.

Moving his head he perched his chin on (Y/n)'s shoulder and wound his arms around her waist, hugging her to his chest even closer than she was, taking her by surprise. She could feel him breathing in her scent, his nose tickling against her neck and his lips lightly brushing against her skin as if he wanted to kiss her but dared not to just yet.

"Why do you evade me?" Morpheus whispered the words quietly to himself, amusement in his tone and the slightest twitch of a smile on his lips.

He found it entirely ironic that the human who managed to steal his heart happened to be an insomniac. The one who loved the Dream of the Endless, the creator of dreams, nightmares and human inspiration, couldn't manage to find sleep herself.

When he found out, Morpheus had immediately found her book in the library, noticing that as a child she did find it hard to sleep but as the years went on, his dreams enraptured her but it was like a game. He had to entice her into his world, draw her in and do his best to keep her here. Her memories had morphed themselves into nightmares over the years and that increased her reluctance to sleep and improved her insomnia to its worst.

Morpheus rid (Y/n) of most of her nightmares, leaving her with very random, mild ones that would help motivate, inspire or wake her, but never ones that would make her remember the things she would rather forget. But he still wondered why his lover could live in his realm but found it so hard to enter her own dreams specifically created for her out of his pure love and admiration for her.

"Can you use the sand?" (Y/n) nuzzled her forehead into Morpheus' cheek, kissing his neck when she turned her head to breathe against his skin. She could feel the way he took in a sharp breath when she kissed him and his Adam's apple bobbed when a moan unintentionally left his pale pink lips.

"No my love, I don't want to use that on you every time you can't sleep, you know it becomes tricky." That deep, sensual voice sent shivers running up and down (Y/n)'s spine and when he tightened his arms around her, she turned her side into his chest and curled her legs up so her feet were pressed against his thigh.

Morpheus had used the sand on few occasions to send (Y/n) to sleep.

He would sprinkle some over her or breathe it in and then whisper against her ear, sending the sand deep into her subconscious and swiftly sending her into the dreams he created only for her. Her garden of Eden where she would be safe, undisturbed and full of creativity.

But the more Morpheus used the sand on her, the more her mind would stay awake until he did it. She would become used to sleeping due to the sand, it was like a pure drug and he couldn't keep using it to let her sleep because it wasn't safe nor fair on her mind. From now on, the sand was for dire emergencies if (Y/n) hadn't slept in days or was very unwell and needed rest.

"Then can you read the poem for me... or I could stay here and help you or go to the library with Lucienne."

(Y/n)'s fingers slowly and methodically brushed over the back of Dream's hand, following the veins and arteries pushing up against the skin like bumps or roads on a map. She knew drawing patterns on his skin sent him into a frenzy, it was a sensual touch that he couldn't get enough of.

She didn't know what it must have felt like for him to be locked away from the sun, rain, sky and all of humanity and his family for a century. It was an experience (Y/n) knew would always stay and haunt Morpheus, but she knew that it had made him more appreciative of what he had and who he had in his Endless life. It also made him crave touch and comfort and company like never before, something she was more than happy to give him.

"You forget love, that I oversee all of humanity. I know when each person isn't in my realm so your absence has been noticed. You need to rest and sleep so I shall read for you."

Morpheus had all of Humanity in the palm of his hand and the back of his mind. He knew when someone was awake in the dead of night, avoiding the dreams or nightmares he had prepared for them. He noticed when people enjoyed or disliked his creations and when they hadn't had a dream in a while so he knew that for the past three days (Y/n) had only scraped a few hours of sleep and no dreams at all.

She needed dreams to light up her inspiration and awaken her mind and boost her up. She needed to go to the dream he had laid out for her, a realm of snow and dusty skies and a long winding river. He would get her there in the natural way, no dust transporting her there against her mind's will.

Shuffling back in his throne, Morpheus sat himself up straighter and slowly eased (Y/n) from sitting on his lap to sitting in between his legs. He waited for her to adjust and get comfy, slouching until her head was under his chin, her back was cosy against his firm chest and her hands were holding his. She loved the feel of his arms underneath hers, pressing into her sides just above her hips so he felt like a comfort blanket surrounding her entire body, keeping her safe and loved.

(Y/n) knew that Morpheus didn't read poems to her, but they sounded like lines straight from a poet's feather pen and his voice only amplified the feeling that she was listening to some old worldly text lost to the rest of civilisation.

She could feel his lips against the top of her head and moving against her hair sending her nerves sparking on end.

"The mid-morning sun awaits you, hidden behind the dusty grey blanket shedding snow that feels like cotton and lands as feathers beneath your feet. As you walk, the feathers become deeper, letting you fall into their secrets and leading you to the river beyond this world and into a realm that is entirely your own."

Morpheus closed his eyes when he felt (Y/n) humming against him and he could see her walking through the snow, delving into the dream he had set up just for her which would disappear forever when she awoke.

"The river is gleaming in the disappearing light, droplets turning to teardrop crystals guarding the peals hidden deep within..."

He didn't need to continue describing the world he had imagined for his beloved, for she was already there experiencing everything for herself. His words had served her transportation and her mind was now resting peacefully where he could watch over her and keep her undisturbed. While her body lay resting in Morpheus' embrace. His lips stayed pressed to her head, his cheek against her hair and his arms encased around her as he resumed his work, creating a new dream for humanity to share.

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Daring to dream

Paring: Morpheus x f!reader, Sandman x f!reader Warnings: tw abuse, sexual violence, swearing, graphic violence, adult themes, reader discretion is advised Summary: The Witch had always led a life full of nightmares, both living and dreamt ones. So when a Dream entered her life she simply shut him down and hid behind the safety of her walls. Will she dare to bring them down? What will Morpheus do when confronted with violence in her life? Word count: 6.9k Note: Gifs are not mine, credit to the authors.

Series Masterlist Part Twelve: Living Nightmare

***

"Alright! So what are we doing here exactly?" Matthew asked as he flew down and sat on the table. The library recreated itself anew, a space that had not long ago been ruined and empty was now filled with shelves reaching up to the very ceiling of the castle, and each day new books appeared. For the past few days, Matthew had been finding Lucienne and Mervyn in the central area of the library surrounded by piles of books on every side. That day, curiosity got the better of him and he decided to join in.

"We are helping Lord Morpheus to find answers," Lucienne answered vaguely.

"To what exactly?!"

"Haven't you heard?! That Witch was able to do magic in the castle!" Mervyn answered without hesitation.

"Yeah, I wasn't here yet. I guess it is not something normal?" he asked unsurely.

"No, it is not," Lucienne answered kindly, "This is Deam's realm, no one has power in here, except Lord Morpheus."

"Where is Boss anyway?" Matthew asked.

"You are a lousy raven!" Mervyn snapped at him, "Shouldn't you be his eyes!? Whatever happened in the Waking World caused him to disappear under a mountain and create whatever monstrosities he created there!"

"Hey! For once I did what he asked me to do!" Matthew tried to defend himself.

"You never do what he asks you to do! Not exactly anyway! You got a lot to learn kid!"

Lucienne only exhaled heavily and massaged her forehead. Mervyn was right, but she knew that Matthew did what he thought was best. All of them had Morpheus' best interests at heart. A few days ago Morpheus suddenly returned home and without a word of explanation he ordered her to find anything that could explain Y/N unusual abilities and after that, he simply disappeared into the Dreaming. She haven't seen him since and didn't dare to go look for him.

Residents of the kingdom brought her word that he had spent some time sitting on top of a mountain in stillness staring at the changing sky above him. Word was that the terrible storm that hit the land two days past was his doing. Rumor spread that nightmarish creatures had taken up residence in caves beneath the mountains, while in the forests some gloomy voice was deceiving travelers from their paths.

"I've seen what she can do!" Matthew began again, "Even before he gave her his sand!" brief silence fell between them as Lucienne and Mervyn gasped in disbelief.

"He did what?!"

"What did you say?"

They asked simultaneously.

"He gave her a vial of sand," Matthew replied, "You didn't know?" he asked Lucienne.

"No I did not," she replied thoughtfully, "Why would he do that?!"

"Ha!" Matthew crocked loudly, "And who is lousy now! You really don't know?! There is a benefit of being new you know? You two had been away from humans way too long!" he snapped at them, "It's obvious that Boss is in love!" he cawed with certainty.

Lucienne answered nothing, Mervyn only snorted cynically but they both looked at Matthew as if they had suddenly received a miraculous enlightenment.

"You really didn't notice that?! Like, come on guys! Jasmine field was kinda on the nose don't ya think?" Matthew mocked.

"Lord Morpheus does not..." Lucienne started but Matthew didn't waste time interrupting her.

"Hey, listen Boss, I am the one who is with him there on the ground right?! I am the one who has an eye on her whenever he asks me! I know what I'm talking about! Maybe you two forgot a few things, but let me remind you, again, that not so long ago I was a human! I know love when I see one alright! And when I say that the Boss is in love, that means he is fucking in love! You should have seen his face when he saw her dancing with some random in the club!"

"That could destabilize the whole realm..." Lucienne murmured to herself.

"His in love?!" Merv exalted, "Stop! The kid has been here like five minutes!

"We need to find anything that could possibly explain the source of her unusual abilities..." Lucienne picked one book from the pile and started paging through.

"I'll help," Merv offered, "And you," he directed his attention to Matthew, "you better go and watch her. Look for any unusual behavior."

"Said the pumpkin to the talking bird" Matthew sassed, "She is a Witch! Everything involving her is unusual!"

"Then more unusual than usual! And birdie, you see anything you tell Lucienne before you tell the Boss."

"Mervyn!" Lucienne objected.

"Stop! Everyone knows that you secretly run this place!"

"I've got no problem with that," Matthew agreed, "Besides I don't think that in his current state Boss would even talk to me."

***

Morpheus knew that night was falling in the part of the Waking World where Y/N lived. He could feel it spreading its veil over the dreaming humanity to bring them, one by one, into his realm. Each night they wandered unknowingly on the paths he had created for them. Each night they welcomed one of his dreams or nightmares, and with its help, they embarked on the most beautiful adventures, realized the most beautiful dreams, faced the most terrible nightmares. It has been so since the dawn of time. It will be so until its end. However, the time he spent with his sister gave him much to think about. For billions of years he had not thought about the purpose of his existence. "We are here for them. This is our function and purpose." that's what Death claimed. Not so long ago, he would have agreed with her. He knew who he was, or rather what he was, he accepted his duties and carried them out thoroughly. For in his hands he held the entire dreaming consciousness of all existence. He had seen their dreams, he had seen their desires, he had seen their fears and nightmares. He had known each of them better than they knew themselves. To create a dream is to know how one feels. After all, what is a dream if not the most lucid articulation of our true self?

He had known people so well, knew their deepest desires, and yet he had long ago ceased to care. He had been creating dreams and nightmares in such a way as to allow them to take any shape, any form, to fulfill their function, regardless of who they were serving that night. He had no need to personally supervise their work; he had known what people were dreaming about, even if he had not been personally present in their dreams. "For what purpose would that serve." After all, people do not change; eons of life spent controlling their dreams had taught him that not much could surprise him anymore. He would occasionally influence the dreams of mortals personally when he deemed them too dangerous for humanity when an individual posed too great of a threat to life on earth. He would also personally oversee the dreams of great people, humans whose influence on the world would prove invaluable. Scientists, inventors, philosophers, and writers, the latter of whom he was most fond of. For in his eyes, those who told stories had an indescribable gift in their hands, the gift of shaping mankind's desires, the gift of inspiring, the gift of shaping human souls. They were bringing solace to those who suffered, strength to those who had fallen, inspiration to those who dared to dream. They were creating and making dreams a reality. He smiled slightly to himself at the memory of the words that he had inspired long ago….

All men dream; but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds Awake to find that it was vanity; But the dreamers of day are dangerous men. That they may act their dreams with open eyes to make it possible. - T.E. Lawrence

"He wrote that so well..." he thought, "I inspired him and he inspired so many dreamers of the Waking World."

Yes, Morpheus was particularly fond of writers.

But the rest of the dreaming consciousness of mortals did not concern him, people ceased to be of any interest to him, his function was to control their dreams, not to care about them, it was a task, a duty, and duties are carried out without emotions.

And yet, this night on the nightward shores of a Dreaming he felt lonely. Loneliness was washing over him in waves lapping and pulling at his spirit. That night, for the first time in eternity, he found himself worried, he felt that he cared.

He closed his eyes and, as he sifted through the grains of sand in his hands, he recalled images from a few days ago. The rage in her eyes, the pain on her face, the bloody bruises on her neck, and the wall she so desperately tried to surround herself with every word she spoke. "There is so much empathy and kindness in her, and yet she has received so much pain from life." He didn't want to feel it, he didn't want to feel care and compassion, he didn't want to feel desire, he didn't want to feel rage. Yet the feelings flooded him in waves, unleashed, burning, powerful, uncontrollable. "It isn't about a quest or finding purpose outside our function. Our purpose is our function." Death's words echoed in his head and yet they sounded empty, meaningless. Purpose, function, his duty, the duty he fulfilled for eons suddenly became nothing, like a void at the end of everything.

"It is not enough. Not anymore." he let the grains of the sand disturb the water and enter the dreams.

At that moment Dream of the Endless decided to dream.

***

"How do ya even find anything in here?!" Constantine asked as he scouted your bookshelf, "it's uh bloody mess!"

"Hey! I don't recall asking your opinion! It's my mess deal with it!" you sassed with a smile, "Keep looking! I'm sure it is there somewhere."

"I swear love, one day I'm going to catalog all of this in an alphabetical or chronological order!"

"Don't you even dare Constantine..." you warned and handed him a cup of tea.

For the second night in a row, you spent together in your apartment surrounded by books, manuscripts, empty whiskey bottles, and cigarette packets. The air around you was heavy with smoke and suffocating, neither of you would like it any other way. This was your world, a world of magic and sorcery, a world of secrets and mysteries that wanted to be found, that you wanted to understand. And your current undiscovered secret was your new abilities, your ability to wield a fragment of the power of the Endless.

"Sorry love but I don't think we will find any explanation in books," he took a sip of his tea and reached for one of the volumes.

"What was the thing you used to say? One thing I've learned is that you can know anything, you just need to find it."

"Don't ya' bloody quote me to me!" he snapped, "besides there is nothing to be found! cuz nah one ever in the history of this plane or any other had been able to wild power of the Endless n not suffer horrible consequences."

"Well lucky me then..." you sighted, "I just need to know!! It's driving me crazy!!"

"No bloody surprise here! Why did you keep it anyways?" John asked from above the book.

"Because Morpheus gave it to me..." you answered quietly, "It was a gift."

Constantine closed the book, grabbed his teacup, and sat down on the couch across from you. He looked at you closely for a while, the bruise on your face had almost disappeared, and its remnants were cleverly hidden under concealer and foundation. On your neck, however, fingerprints continued to reflect with colors of red, purple and green. You did not escape his gaze, you had nothing to hide from him. More than once he has seen you in a worse shape when you were hunting together for anything supernatural. And although these bruises were of a different nature, personal, with him you had no need to hide them. He was one of the few people you trusted, with whom you felt safe, with whom you didn't have to wear a mask and could simply be yourself. You had a true friendship, the kind of friendship that was a miracle and a rarity in the vicious world you lived in.

"I've never apologized..." he began with his eyes fixed on your neck.

"And you never have to," you cut him off shortly.

"Why you never told me? I would have blood killed the bastard!"

"That's why!" you pointed at him with your finger, "Because I knew you would do that! And that is not something that we do. Besides..." you hesitated.

"Wha'?"

"Come on John!! What was I supposed to tell you!! That I, a Witch, a sorceress, who hunts monsters for a living, I let some fucker abuse me?!" you snarled in frustration.

"Humans are often bigger monsters than the ones we hunt," he consoled.

"Be careful John, or I might just start to think that you do have a heart after all," you quipped.

"Heart? What's that?! Never heard of it!" he chuckled and lit a cigarette. "But going back to the subject, we won't find any answers in books or anywhere...."

"I don't need exact answers, but I don't know...I guess I was hoping that something at least similar had happened in the past," you sounded disappointed.

"We are going about it all wrong," he put down his cig in the ashtray, "Answers are not in books or in some wankers journals," he gazed at you, "They are in you."

"Poetic," you chuckled.

"Zip it! I bloody mean it! We are going about this like it's a case! But the bloody subject is not your powers but you. You is the case!"

"I don't wanna be a case!" you fumed.

"Well too bloody sorry, you are, so tell me everything from the beginning."

And so you did. Sparing very few details, you told him everything, starting from the moment you involuntarily began traveling to the Dreaming in your dreams, when for months you were seeing Morpheus standing in the distance overseeing his fallen Kingdom. You told him about how Morpheus had saved your life when you foolishly wanted to jump from the fourth floor, convinced that you were still dreaming. About how he invited you to his castle and how a shard of painted glass showed you his castle in its past splendor. You recounted memories of killing a demon, of being dragged down to Hell by Lucifer, witnessing Morpheus fight him and of your feelings when you held a vial of sand in your hand. You talked about how you accidentally heard Morpheus' thoughts when Dee used his ruby to destroy his kingdom, and along with it the human ability to dream. You had told him about it all and you had to be honest with yourself, it felt good to get it all out.

"Bloody hell..." he let out after you finished, "I've seen and been through my fair share of insanity but love... you take a grand prize!"

"Not funny," you murmured.

"So where is he now?! After all of that, where is Sandman?" he glared at you with a sneaky smile on his face.

"Fuck off..." you snarled.

"You are calling him by name so easily, it seems to me that you two is friendly," he pushed slightly, "What did you do, huh?"

You remained silent for a moment, focused only on dragging the cigarette that you held in your fingers. You frowned your eyebrows angrily, annoyed at yourself for falling so easily into the trap.

"Love?"

"I told him to fuck off alright!!!" you exploded which only caused Constantine to burst into an uncontrollable laugh.

"You did wha'?!" he guffawed.

"You are an asshole! Stop laughing!" you demanded, while simultaneously laughing yourself.

"Bu' it is too bloody good! You told a bloody Endless to fuck off," he wiped out tear that formed in the corner of his eye, "Oh bloody hell it's worse than I suspected!"

"What the fuck do you mean?!" you frowned.

"C'mon love," he grinned, "How long we know each other?"

"Fifteen years?"

"Exactly! It's fucking obvious don't ya' think?!"

"What is?"

"You're bloody in love with sodding Endless!"

***

On yet another night in a row, Morpheus made the decision to find him in the Dreaming. Since that fateful night, Y/N has not appeared in a Dreaming. He was convinced that she must have been drinking an enhanced Asfodelus potion to sleep without dreams. He was unable to look into her dreams, but he could find his. This was not an easy task, after all, he didn't even know his name. Nevertheless, he knew mankind, he knew that it had to be a man, a man who dared to hurt her. It never ceased to amaze him how much violence and hatred people harbor within themselves. Instead of searching for the unknown man in never-ending nightmares, he decided to find her in the dreams of others.

He first found her in the dream of her friend, a kind woman who surrounded the people around her with care after Dee used his powers on humanity. She was a good woman. With a good pure heart and an empathetic soul. There were very few people like her left in the world. In her dream, he saw Y/N sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace reading a book to the smiling children huddled around her. There was no magic, no horrors, no pain, just love and the warmth of a peaceful home. He smiled. This is what she wished for her. It was a good dream.

Then he found her in the sleep of a black Dane. He saw the relief in the dog's eyes as her horrified face leaned over him. She stroked him gently and tenderly, promising that no one would ever hurt him again. She promised to take care of him, promised that he wouldn't have to fear anything anymore, that he would still be a happy dog. She gently lifted him off the ground without even touching his body. Her power allowed her to carry him steadily in the air. He felt a gentle tickle on his sore dog body as her magic poured over him. He knew he could trust her. He whined quietly and allowed himself to be carried to warmth. No one would ever hurt him again.

The third dream in which he found her belonged to the woman whose life she had saved. He saw her huddled against the wall, looking at Y/N's smiling, bloodied face. He saw the exhaustion on her face, saw how much effort it took to stand on her own two feet, how difficult it was for her to speak words of comfort. However, he saw that in this woman's eyes Y/N was someone else entirely. To her, she was strength, she was someone who had changed her life, she was a voice of comfort and inspiration. He saw the way she looked at her when Y/N extended her hand to help her rise from the ground, the place on which she had spent so much time. The woman did not felt fear as she looked at her bloodied body and face, she was not afraid of her even after seeing what she did moments ago. For to her, she was the bearer of hope. Hope that she would never have to be afraid again. Hope that from now on her and her son's lives would be happy.

Morpheus left the third dream and moved on through the ocean of dreaming consciousness of mortal beings. He walked through the heather fields, where a couple in love indulged in passion and desire only to find himself moments later on a battleground where a brave knight fought a golden dragon. He entered a tavern where a bard sang a song about a fisherman's daughter while collecting coins from the gathered folk. Then he stepped into the black and red, a hellish ruined world painted itself before his eyes. He stopped for a moment as the sky lit up with red lightning flashes, and the all-encompassing silence was shattered by the aggressive riffs of an electric guitar. A young man with a storm of curly hair stood on the roof of a wrecked camper, he cranked up the amplifier and passionately began to play Master of Puppets by Metallica. The black sky above his head flashed with red as he furiously moved his fingers across the guitar's neck. He was good. "Most metal shit ever!!!" he heard in the distance as he left his dream to move on to the next one.

And the next dream was his.

Morpheus found himself in a small apartment so different from the one in which Y/N now lived. The colors of the walls, the pattern of the floors, the furniture, the curtains, the accessories everything was perfect. Perfectly matched, perfectly clean, empty, without a soul. There was nothing here that belonged to her.

"Hey baby!" he heard her radiant voice coming from the kitchen and he followed it. The rays of the afternoon sun illuminated her as she hurriedly bustled around the pots. Although her voice sounded cheerful her face was tired, sad, the fire in her eyes which he loved so much extinguished, they were empty and soulless, like all her surroundings.

A man appeared in the hallway. Tall, stocky, with hair the color of dark blond, he shed his leather jacket and revealed tattooed arms.

"Hey," he replied and walked into the kitchen, a cigarette was hanging from his lips. Morpheus watched as Y/N forced the most sincere smile possible and greeted him with a kiss.

"Launch will be ready in a moment," she said softly, "Shall I make you some coffee? How was your day?"

"Like every other day," he replied, "How long will I have to wait?" Morpheus did not like the tone of his words, as if he was deliberately trying to start an argument.

"Almost ready!"

The man took a beer from the refrigerator, then headed to the living room, sat comfortably in an armchair, and turned on the TV. Morpheus stood in the hallway in a way that allowed him to observe both him and her at the same time. Y/N's hands shook, but she quickly calmed them down. She corrected her hair, took a deep breath, and began to plate the prepared food. Perfectly served and presented, she brought the meal to him first. He did not wait for her.

"Roast again?" He stabbed the beef with his fork.

"You like a roast!" She replied after which she once again fled to the kitchen to plate her portion.

They ate in silence. He was looking at the TV, while she was looking at him. He could see that she wanted to ask him something, he could see her glancing at him longingly, waiting for him to ask how was her day. A gray face hidden under a heavy layer of makeup, sad eyes, nervous gestures, so unlike herself.

"You could ask how my day went…" she began quietly.

"You sat at home all day doing shit, probably reading your stupid books again, as I worked hard for us." he gruffed.

"Yeah, I forgot that you're the only one in this relationship working hard…" she muttered under her breath. A trace of her fire still burning in her.

"Am I wrong?" the fork hovered halfway to his mouth.

"No darling, of course not. I know you work hard, it's just…" she hesitated, weighing her words, "I spend my days alone and I miss you. I know you're tired, but you could at least ask how my day was…" her tone of voice so cautious, so apologetic.

The man did not answer anything.

"Alicia called, she and Darek are inviting us to their place for the evening," she changed the course of the conversation, "I said we would come."

He continued to say nothing. With contempt painted on his face, he chewed his lunch and sipped his beer.

"Are you even listening to me?"

He dropped the knife and fork abruptly and looked at her angrily.

"Can't you see I'm trying to watch the show? Fuck! I can't even have a moment of peace and quiet in my own home!" he growled after which he abruptly stood up gathered the plates and went out to the kitchen. Out of the corner of his eye, Morpheus saw as he furiously threw them into the sink, one of them cracked.

She entered the kitchen lured by the sound of the cracking plate.

"I didn't mean to upset you…" she whispered.

"Of course! You never want to upset me and yet you always succeed!" he raised his voice, "You sit here like a fucking princess all day doing shit and a man comes home after a hard day's work and can't even have a moment of fucking peace because all you do is talk!"

"David, you're exaggerating…"

"David…" he got what he was looking for, he found out his name.

"I'm exaggerating!!!" he stepped dangerously close to her, "I work my ass off for us every day, every single day, and you can't even fucking make dinner on time!!!"

The blood in Morpheus' veins began to boil as he watched him walk up to her and yell in her face. He saw the veins in his neck surging with blood as he clenched his hand tensely into a fist.

"I didn't fucking ask for this!!!" she shouted, and flashes of thunderstorm ignited in her eyes, she was there after all, stifled, humiliated, enduring, burning, "And I'm not your slave so don't treat me like this! I take care of you, I take care of you and in return I don't even receive a bit of affection from you!!!"

"Well here we go again!!!" he rolled his eyes and turned away sharply heading back to the living room.

"Oh no, I'm talking to you!" she ran after him, "I'm sick of you ignoring me all the time!!!! I'm so fucking sick of you blaming me for everything!!! And when I want to talk to you, the thing that people in a relationship should do, you don't listen to me at all! You are always tired! You never have time!" she was furious.

"Because you keep yapping about the same thing!!!" he shouted back.

"Because you never listen to me!!! I didn't ask for us to go abroad! I didn't ask for us to live away from family and friends! You think I like sitting here alone all day and playing perfect housewife!!!? I'm suffocating! And you don't give a damn about all that! You don't give a damn about me!" tears run up to her eyes as anger boiled inside her.

"If you don't like it, get the fuck out! No one is keeping you here!" he slammed his hand on the table and pointed to the door.

"It's so easy for you to say…" she lowered her voice, "I mean nothing to you? Years spent together mean nothing to you? I wonder what you would do if I were to leave for real."

David sprang to his feet and jumped to her. Morpheus saw her instincts take over as she reflexively took a few steps back.

"Are you going to blackmail me now?" he growled at her, "You said you loved me, you said you wanted to support my dreams, you said you would follow me anywhere. And what, your words were worth shit!"

"Bullshit! I supported you! I tried! And you won't tell me I didn't! First, a second, and a third time! But before this trip, I told you from the beginning that I didn't want to! That I don't want to live away from my family, I don't want to live away from my friends!" defended her case, though her posture diminished with each step he took.

"Then you should have stayed home."

"And what!? Be there alone and wait for you to kindly come home!? What kind of life is that!"

"If you don't like it, get the fuck out," he hissed furiously.

Morpheus saw something inside her snap. He saw the remnants of the love she had for him die.

"Fine! That's what you want! That's what years spent together are worth to you! Have it your way!!" she growled furiously and headed for the dressing room. She grabbed her suitcase and frantically began throwing clothes into it.

"And where will you go?" David snarled, "What are you going to do? You don't have a job, no money and you don't have anything to go home for either. You won't survive without me."

"Fuck it! I'd rather live on the street than one more day with you!" she hissed.

David approached her, his hand tried to stop her as she angrily threw more clothes into the suitcase. She tried to yank her hand out of his grasp.

"Leave me alone!" the shirt ripped in half, "all you do is humiliate me and treat me like your slave, bullshiting me about white picket fence house, sweet apple pie life, but at the end, it's all shit anyway. I'm sick of it all, your lies, your unfulfilled promises." He grabbed her hand and with a strong yank forced her to stand up, pain covered her face, "Let me go!!!" she screamed but he held tight, "Fuck you! You and your lies!" she yanked her arm.

"Stop…"

"You and all your promises! That you'll stop drinking, that you'll never hit me again, that things will be like before!"

"I said stop…" with his other hand, he grabbed her shoulder and tried to calm her down.

"I'm done with you! You killed everything in me! You took everything from me!" tears began to flow from her eyes, "I gave you all of myself, I sacrificed everything I had to you, and you pissed on it. So fuck you!"

"I said stop!!!" he yelled, and with all his weight he pinned her against the wall. She tried to push him away, tried to kick him, so he pressed his forearm against her throat and steadied her, "Stop…"

Morepheus' blood began to burn in his veins. The grip on her neck, the bruises he had seen a few days ago. This was his doing, he was the one who had hurt her. And he didn't do it for the first time.

"Let me go…" she choked out through a clenched throat.

"Stop yanking, listen to me," he began in a soft tone, "I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you. I don't want you to leave." Y/N didn't even look at him so with his free hand he grabbed her face and violently forced her to look at him, "Listen to me. I don't want you to leave. I love you. Why this drama? After all, you know I love you."

"You have no idea what love is," she growled venomously.

"I know these past few months have been difficult, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry," he continued, ignoring her words , "I know I've promised many times that I'll get better, and you know I'm trying. You know I'm trying. But you have to help me. I can't do it without you. Without you I am nothing." His words sounded so true and yet Morpheus could see right through him. "I know it's hard for you, and I promise we'll find a solution. If you really want it, if you really miss your family so much we will come home. Will that make you happy?"

"I want nothing more…" tears flowed from her eyes.

"Please give me three months, six months max, I'll make some more money and we'll go home."

"It will be like always again…you won't do it…"

"I swear to you, " he assured, "After all, you love me. After all, you don't want to leave. You love me don't you?" He loosened his grip on her throat and with his other hand slipped a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Of course I love you," she confirmed quietly.

"See? I love you you love me so why the screaming?"

"You know very well why, " she looked away again, "You don't care about me."

"I care, I don't want you to leave," he begged in a false tone, "Stay please. Where would you go without me?"

"I don't want to go anywhere without you," she smiled weakly.

"Then stay…" he said and kissed her, violently, aggressively, invading her mouth pushing her against the wall. She yielded to him. "Will you stay?" she nodded, "You see, I don't want to hurt you. I want what is best for us. You just have to listen to me," he stroked her face then grabbed her hair, tilted her head and began to kiss her aggressively. With his free hand, he forced her to get down to her knees in front of him. Morpheus looked away, he could not bear to see her enslaved and humiliated. He could not watch as this man violently took his pleasure from her mouth.

He left the dream.

He had to leave. Even if the desire to end his life burned in his veins, even if every fiber of his being wanted to send him the most horrible nightmares he had created, nightmares that would drive him insane, he could not do it. Not yet. He suppressed within himself the desire to inflict pain on him. After all, he was the Ruler of Dreams, and he knew all too well how treacherous human minds can be. He had to confirm that this was not just a fantasy. Vicious, vile, discussing, creation of lesser human being mind. He had to be sure that it had really happened. And the only person who could confirm it was her. And the last time he saw her she told him to fuck off.

***

"You lost your goddamn mind!" you laughed maniacally at his statement, "In love? Really?"

"Yeah right," John inhaled deeply, "you can deny it all you want but I know love when I see it. And you are bloody in love."

"Really, just stop, please!" you reached for a bottle of whisky and you poured two glasses.

"Oh now you gonna drown it all down?!" he teased, "Heh, like I haven' seen that before!"

"Shut up! Since when you are such an expert?!" you handed him a glass, "In love...unbelievable... I wonder where did you get that from? Was it in the part where I killed a demon? Or perhaps in Hell? Or maybe when I was talking about burning man?!" you mocked.

"Kinda everywhere..." he smirked, "you haven' seen your face love! All blissful and dreamy, radiant, and those dreamy eyes of yours. You can't deny something that you can't even hide! Should I bring you a mirror?"

"Listen to me John Constantine and listen to me well," irritation took over you, "It is perfectly understandable and normal to feel in the weird way when freaking Dream of Endless suddenly becomes a part of your life. After all, he is who he is. But just because he makes me feel wired doesn't mean I am in love with him!"

"And I'm sure that your weird feeling got nothing to do with the fact that you told him to fuck off. C'mon love! Don't be a bloody mug!"

You took a long deep sip of your whisky and became lost in your thoughts for a moment. A pleasant shiver ran through your body as you thought of Morpheus, his eyes like endless galaxies glittering from the dancing stars, his voice piercing every fiber of your body, his touch lingering on your skin like the touch of a god himself, his barely visible smile on his statuesque face. John said nothing. He just smiled slyly and continued to observe.

"You know..." you started, "I know who he is, or rather what he is. I'm not a mug as you call it. And sometimes he is this unbelievable entity that brought itself down to the human world," you gazed into the distance, "he....he can be scary you know. If he wants to. And sometimes when I am around him I feel like I am in the presence of god, like...like the universe itself is a part of him and with his each and every gaze, each word, it's drowning me into its endless darkness. Does this makes sense?" you tried explaining, "Sometimes, especially in our reality, I look at him and I don't see anything human. I look at him and I see endless galaxies hidden inside the marble statue, slowly sipping out covering the world around him. But the way he speaks, the way he acts...he is more human than a lot of us. There is kindness in him, empathy, and so much compassion. I feel like he understands us humans, more than we do. He creats such an odd, unreal image." You stopped and took another sip from the glass, "And at other times, like in my dreams, or when we were in Hell, it is the exact opposite! He looks, walks, and talks more like a human. Like the endless universe in him is somehow less visible outside of our reality, like he is no longer this unreal animated statue but a human, very stiff one but human. Yet at the same time, there is nothing human about him. When he gets angry it's like the all-encompassing darkness spreads out of him to cover everything and everyone around him, when he talks his voice sounds like from the deepest and darkest depths of the cosmos, when he cares, feels, it's like stars themselves falling down from the sky...I can't explain this, words can't explain this..."

"What were you saying about not being in love?" John chuckled.

"My impeccable taste in men! Creeps, abusers, and now the anthropomorphic personification of a Dream!" you groaned, "Even if I am so what!? He is a Dream of the Endless, and I? Well, I am me. Even thinking about its pointless. It's not like I can even allow myself to think about it." you added and sadness crept into your voice.

"Why?" John put down the glass on the table and focused his blue eyes on you, "Why not? Why the hell not?"

"I just said it."

"Listen, love," he leaned back on the couch and reached for his cigarette, "We ain't exactly leading normal lives, you and I. If you is still thinking that you'll have sweet apple pie life, husband, white picket fence, and all that bullshit then you are delusional," he sneered, "You and I, we gonna probably die bloody, horrible deaths, strangled in a dark ally, knifed down buy unsatisfied customer, ripped apart by our mistake, or with our guts turned inside out by some monstrosity we brought on ourselves. So why not dream a little huh?"

"It sounds like you are encouraging me, " you noted suspiciously, "Not so long ago you were all fuming and pissed just because I mentioned an Endless."

"Maybe I am encouraging you! Our lives are fucked up! We are fucked up! We do not exactly belong here among normal people, and we do not exactly belong outside of this realm either. We're kinda in the middle. So why not dream a little bit? What is the worst that could happen? Looks like he is a good lad, for an Endless immortal being. But even angels come down on earth and take humans as lovers."

You lit your cigarette and drifted away in thoughts as he continued.

"You're searching for answers that you might never find. But I get it, we do that, that's our thing. But perhaps there is no answer to find. Perhaps you were meant to venture into his world, perhaps you meant to have these abilities of yours, perhaps there are bigger forces at play here. You've always said that you do not believe in Destiny, but if you believe in Dream you gotta believe in his brother."

"That is not exactly an encouraging idea," you chuckled quietly.

"Dream of the fucking Endless is a part of your story now. So perhaps you should accept that. You've met him. So now it is your turn to be daring a bit. Dare to dream a bit. Who knows, tomorrow we both might be dead."

"What would it be like to love him?" your own question echoed in your thoughts, loud, vibrant, replacing all other thoughts, filling your heart with a desire, removing all other doubts. At that moment you decided to be daring, you decided to fly high even if it meant that you might fall hard. You wanted this. Now it was time to find out "What would it be like to be loved by him?"

Part fourteen: Dream

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Authors note: It's funny because I started this week with a lot of work on my hands, I was super busy, and I was very worried that I wont be able to deliver this chapter before weekend. And suddenly I've found myself with a word count of almost 7k! I have no idea how this happened! And guys! After 13 chapters and 52k word they are finally both in the same place emotionally! Hah! Progress! :) At least we know it, they don't :) But I promise it will not take another 13 chapters for them to find out :) Quick info from me, next week I'm afraid I will be able to deliver only one chapter. I have some additional work to do which means overtime, which means less time for writing. Hope you'll all forgive me. But for now, next chapter will be out in Sunday as always (at least Sunday in my part of the Waking World). For now, as always my dear Readers, I thank you for reading :)

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𓅨 Your Fate is Sealed With Mine: Chapter Thirteen

Your Fate is Sealed With Mine: Y/N Burgess is the granddaughter of Alex and Paul, and after having spent so many summers at their manor and always wondering why she was forbidden from entering the basement, she descends the steps into the world of the Order. She broke out the being that had been trapped in that glass cage, but what does he want with her now that he is free?

Warnings: Matthew Plays Reader’s Therapist (And Is Actually Helpful), Morpheus Still Refuses to Answer Reader’s Questions (Reader Get’s Pissed Off), Tension, Reader Tries to Pick A Fight With Morpheus (Key Word: Tries).

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x Female!GranddaughterReader, based on Netflix’s ‘The Sandman’, Reader now has long-ish hair for plot reasons (Just so Morpheus can tug on it later).

Word Count: ~2.6k

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Standing in the lavish hotel bathroom (how did the being even get a hotel room?), you stared at your hands which held absolutely no evidence of what had happened last night. Your fingernails were nice and rounded, not broken and bloody. You didn’t have micro cuts on your fingers. Your hands didn’t have deep gouges from crashing into the lamp… you didn’t have any evidence of the attacks from those hell beasts. Your mind liked to play tricks on you, but you could feel the physical difference this time. You had been healed but by what? Dream? What were his intentions then? He didn’t seem to be a being that did something like that without an ulterior motive. Shifting your gaze from your hands, you looked at the octagonal-shaped ruby hanging around your neck, sparkling with inner magic you could feel humming from where it was pressed against your bare skin.

“Unless you wish to be hunted by the hell beasts again, I advise against taking the ruby off.”

Dream’s— Morpheus’s— words hadn’t been entirely reassuring and you wanted to ask what he meant by that or at least question what the ruby did. But you had chickened out and fled to the bathroom for a moment of privacy from the Endless and his talking raven, Matthew. Matthew, the talking raven… you were giving yourself a headache just thinking about it despite knowing that there were stranger things in The Dreaming. Reaching for the ruby, you brushed your fingers over the gemstone, feeling the tickle of energy buzzing into your fingers. The ruby felt alive.

Sand, Ruby, Helm.

Those tools were gone, you knew that much from reading Roderick’s journal. Morpheus would be wanting those back and you suppose that was exactly what he was doing at the moment. But why bring you along for the ride? You shook your head and slapped your cheeks. Best not to get into an Endless’s business, be smart about this, Y/N. Reset. Take stock of the situation. Come up with a plan. First things first, your current attire was far from appropriate and you felt entirely embarrassed standing in front of Morpheus and Matthew in it. Granted that dream you had of him when you fell asleep in the tub certainly exposed plenty and left you feeling a noxious draw to him, but you just felt too exposed at the moment. There was a knock at the door. Letting out a heavy sigh and rolling your eyes, you went to open the door. There was no one there, then you looked down.

Matthew was standing on the ground, a plastic bag hanging from his beak. He tilted his head at you. You could just barely see what looked like one of your shirts in the bag. Bending down, you took the bag from him.

“Thank you, Matthew,” You stated before closing the door in his face.

“Well at least I got a thank you,” You heard Matthew grumble before the sound of wings fluttering told you he had left. You returned to the bathroom counter and set the bag down, taking a peak at what was inside. It was one of your shirts, along with a pair of lounge shorts, underwear, and a bra. Your eyebrow went up.

“Gone through my underwear drawer have you, Matthew?” You questioned, pulling the clothing out.

“And I didn’t like it!” Matthew snapped from the other room, having heard your words. You couldn’t help the cheeky laugh that escaped your lips. Changing out of your nightgown, you dressed into comfortable lounge clothes and carefully folded your nightgown, placing it in the bag. Now wearing more modest clothes, you worked on getting your hair into a more manageable state. When your rat's nest was cleaned up and you felt that you were in a sort of normal state, you ventured from the bathroom. Morpheus was nowhere to be seen but Matthew was waiting for you on the back of the chair at the table. Walking over to the table, you set the bag on it before taking a seat and looking at the raven.

“Can you please tell me what the hell is going on?” Matthew blinked at you and fluttered his wings.

“Are you going to hit me with that book again? Because one, rude. Two, that hurt.” He asked, your eyes dropped to the book that rested on the table. It was the same book you had been reading last night… you looked back up at the raven.

“Don’t give me a reason to and we’ll get along fine.”

Matthew had explained as much as he could about why the hell beasts had been hunting you. Apparently, it was because you were bound to Morpheus and now one of his weaknessess because of it. Take you out you hurt him. Yet another reason for Morpheus to not like you, you were essentially a liability he was stuck with until you died of, hopefully, old age. At the moment you were waiting on the DoorDash order you had placed, your phone was among the things Matthew had grabbed from Fawny Rig. How he did with wings and a beak, you didn’t know nor cared. Since it was dinner time, and you being a decent human being, you had asked Matthew if he wanted you to order him anything. As it turned out, he was craving hot dogs so that’s what you had bought. One fully loaded hot dog for you and just a plain one for Matthew.

Morpheus hadn’t come back yet, Matthew explaining that he was on the hunt for his sand which was here in London. You were in the middle of a very boring game of I spy when room service dropped off your DoorDash order. Carrying the bag to the table, you dug into your hot dog, promising Matthew that you’d fix his when you were done eating. You wolfed down your hot dog, not leaving a crumb behind before taking out Matthew’s order. He hopped over to you in excitement. You hadn’t exactly thought about the logistics of how Matthew would eat it, but you figured that you could just tear it apart and feed it to him that way. So that’s what you did.

Your fingers picked apart the cold hot dog slowly, its juices coating your fingers. You then flicked a piece in the air and Matthew who had been watching you work away like a hawk, snapped it up with a croak of happiness.

“Are you actually tasting it or are you just taking pleasure in watching me feed you a hot dog?” You asked him, your eyes lifting from the half-torn hot dog. Matthew shifted his eyes to you and shuffled his wings.

“Believe it or not, this is incredibly pleasurable for me, and I am enjoying every bit of hot dog you are currently feeding me, ma’am,” Matthew responded, taking a few steps closer to your hands. “Just cause I’m a bird now doesn’t mean I can’t taste it… man, I miss hot dogs. Don’t even get me started on pizza.”

Your lips twitched and you threw him another piece. He happily snapped it up as you returned to picking the cold processed meat apart. While you continued to feed the elated bird, your thoughts wandered. Being bonded together aside, you didn’t know why he had taken you with him. You were a Burgess. One of the family members of the man who had taken his freedom for over a century. If anything, you expected him to have a severe dislike for you. Plus, it wasn’t like he needed you to stay bound to him and like you had thought earlier, you were a big, fat liability. Why would he want you around when your family was responsible for his condition?

“You know it’s not your fault.” You looked up to see Matthew studying you with his small black eyes. He hopped closer and picked at the hem of your shirt with his beak. “You didn’t even know about him until a month ago and we both know how unhappy you were when you found out. I mean the shouting match… wow, I’ve never heard a woman that mad before. Don’t even get me started on the axe… wish I could have seen that. Sounds kickass.”

“How do you know about that?” You questioned in confusion. Matthew gave you a bird’s form of a shrug.

“I’m connected to him now, ma’am. I see what he sees, and I can somewhat feel what he feels. Don’t ask me how this familiar shit works because I still don’t know and am new at this… but what happened isn’t your fault.”

“I would have tried to get him out sooner if I had known,” You replied honestly, your fingers ceasing their picking motions. “I’ve heard the stories of my great-grandfather; I just thought it was bullshit. I never thought there would be any truth to it. I had so many chances to go down into that basement, but I never tried to. If only I had—“ You paused and then sighed. “Doesn’t really matter now. The damage has been done.”

“That’s not true,” Matthew protested loudly, flapping his wings. “Granted I have no idea why he’s bringing you along when you had nothing to do with him except cracking him out of that prison… this is dangerous work… but I don’t think he holds any ill will for what your great grandpops did.” Matthew cocked his head and shuffled his feet. “Pretty sure it’s the opposite actually.”

Lifting the remaining piece of hot dog, you let Matthew take it from your fingers before reaching for a napkin and cleaning your fingers. You wanted to tell him that seeing him locked up in the basement wasn’t the first time you had seen him. You wanted to admit that you had so many dreams of Morpheus you thought you were going crazy when you actually came face to face with him. You wanted to admit that something in your gut had always been begging you to go to the manor and check out the basement you had always been told to stay out of for years. But you stayed silent and away like a good granddaughter. Always so obedient.

Somehow, someway, deep down you knew that something was going on between you and Morpheus, and he didn’t like it. It was a gut feeling you had that you knew to be true. Whatever magic Roderick had played with had done something to your family. You were forever marked by it, some connection that left you tied to Dream of the Endless. That damned bond. Morpheus was probably dragging you along to try and find a way to sever that connection, whatever the cost. He didn’t seem to like the fact that you were his. Then again, why get so pissy about you kissing others? He’d made it clear that you were his in that dream. You had no idea what to think. There was the sound of a door shutting and Morpheus strode into the bedroom, his face once again devoid of emotion. You straightened up in your seat as Matthew hopped across the table, coming to attention.

“How was your outing, sir?” He broached, cocking his head to the side before fluttering his way to the back of the chair next to you. “Did you convince her?”

“To a point,” Morpheus replied, coming to a stop next to the large window opposite the bed. He stared out into the night, half of his face highlighted by the moon. Your eyes traced his beautiful cheekbone before you managed to tear them away. “I’ll be retrieving it tomorrow. In the meantime, did you do as asked?”

“Of course,” Matthew said, dipping his head. “Left the message with Lucienne. Spent the last twenty minutes enjoying the hell out of my first hot dog since I died. Those things are damn delicious if I might say so.”

A black eyebrow rose, and silver blue eyes turned to you. You shifted your gaze away, not wanting to meet his electric gaze.

“DoorDash, the human does actually need to eat to live.” You stated crisply, annoyed with the fact that he had basically rescued you from certain death (and a rather painful one too) and then pissed off to somewhere else for an entire day leaving you to wonder what the hell was going on. You weren’t happy with him, he knew that. Finally, he spoke.

“Matthew, leave us,” Morpheus drew out. The raven looked between the two of you. He picked at the hem of your shirt.

“Try not to get too violent, I like having my boss in one piece.” You gave Matthew a withering look. “What? I saw what you did with that axe…” He then flew off, disappearing into the night sky.

“Should I be expecting violence from you this night?” Your eye twitched at his words and pushing back from your seat, you stood up and squarely faced him.

“I don’t know. Why am I getting ‘Me Tarzan. You Jane. My Banana!’ from you every time I kiss a guy I like!?”

His face didn’t deviate from his cool look but he did step right up to you, so you were chest to chest. You glared up at him. His blue eyes glimmered silver for a few moments, reminding you who you were prepared to go off on. An Endless.

“If I recall, we’ve already had this conversation, Y/N.” He told you, looking down at you with just a hint of a tug at the corner of his mouth. Oh yeah, you had this conversation. When you were naked, taking a bath, and of course, asleep. What was it he had said? ‘You are mine’ That most definitely did not count.

“That doesn’t count, and your answer wasn’t an answer.”

“It was, just not the one you were looking for.” This man, this being, is going to make you develop an eye tick. But he also made a flush simmer just beneath your skin. Your body knew what it wanted… but why him? Morpheus was beginning to vex you.

“You know what I want to know,” You hissed, raising your finger, and jabbing him in his chest with it. Damn it, his pectoral felt immaculate. Was there anything about him that wasn’t perfect? “Why won’t you tell me!? What am I to you? A pest? A problem? A minor inconvenience you must deal with until you figure out how to undo what Roderick did!?”

Morpheus didn’t answer you immediately, rather he gently took the hand of the finger you had pressed into his chest in his. His fingers wrapped around yours and slipped across your skin. His touch made little zips of lightning run down your arm. Morpheus’s head bent down, inching towards yours until you could feel that calming coolness his skin gave off once more.

“Tell me, Y/N,” He questioned, his voice whisper soft. You sucked in a breath, pressing your lips together. “Do you trust me?”

A shiver went up your spine and you were sure he had seen you tremble… and felt it as well. The proximity of your body made your heart start to beat faster and for a moment, you considered lying to him just to get an answer. No, at this point in your life you had no secrets. Not when he was always there in the back of your mind, watching over you. You dropped your eyes, no longer able to maintain that contact.

“No, you know I don’t trust anyone.” You responded equally as softly.

“There is no point in telling you if you do not trust me, little troublemaker,” Morpheus explained, gently stroking his thumb against the palm he still held. Your fingers twitched against his. You hated that he was right. “You know I have patience, I’m willing to wait as long as that may take.”

He had patience. He had all the time in the universe. He could wait.

But you didn’t.

Date Published: 9/26/22

Last Edit: 7/2/23

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Insomniac

Summary: After meeting Hob, Morpheus goes to the diner next door and meets an insomniac.

(The reader is gender-neutral and uses they/them pronouns. The age is 18+ and the ethnicity/race is any.)

(Y/N) = Your Name

(Y/L/N) = Your Last Name

(Y/A) = Your Age

Another night. Another sleepless fucking night. Looking out the window of the diner, (Y/N) let out a sigh for the fourth time that night as they wished and prayed to whoever was listening to let them get just a little bit of rest tonight. Just a little bit, they begged internally. At least a full hour.

"Ma'am," a waitress came over to their table, almost looking as tired as them. "Can I get you anything?"

"Um," they had been to this specific diner a couple of times, but for some reason, could never remember their usual order. "A burger and fries, please?"

Nodding her head, the waitress wrote the order down and left, leaving (Y/N) to continue praying for some sleep. Maybe another pill, they considered. Maybe I can take another one and it'll work this time. Or I can drink some tea when I get back home. Or maybe-

The sound of the doors to the diner interrupted their thoughts and they turned in their booth, see who had entered. He's kinda cute, they thought looking at the person. It was a tall, thin, pale man with dark hair wearing all dark clothing. His eyes, even from their seat, they could see that his eyes were blue, but a different type of blue. The kind or blue that when looking into them, you'd think your soul was being looked into. He didn’t look that old, probably around his mid to late 20s.

Even without knowing who he was, they could tell that something was different about him. He had a vibe that seemed too dark and at the same time too light. The way he stood was strange too. His posture, his facial structure, even his hair, for some reason all screamed royal and powerful. They couldn’t help but wonder what would bring someone like him to an old, diner like this in the middle of the night.

“Here you go,” the waitress’ voice made them turn back around and they looked down to the table to see their plate of burger and fries.

“Thank you,” they told them, picking up a fry and eating it.

(Y/N) ate in silence for a little while, their mind still wondering what they can do next to ensure they get their rest for the night. They had just picked their burger up and began to take a bite out of it when suddenly the voice of the mysterious man caught their attention.

“Why did you call me?” Chewing and swallowing the piece of burger, they looked up to see the pale man sliding into their booth, sitting across from them with a frown on his face. Wow,...his voice, they thought, surprised to hear deep it is.

“I’m sorry, do I know you,” they asked, placing their burger down.

“You called me,” He said, somehow frowning even harder.

“No,” they shook their head, “I didn’t. I don’t know you, sir.”

“Your name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” He told them.

“Excuse me,” they asked, their face now frowning in confusion. “How do you know my name?”

“You’re (Y/A) and you’re parents are-”

“Who the fuck are you,” they said, growing angry at his knowledge of them. “I don’t know you.”

“You want sleep,” He told them. The way he said it gave them the impression that he knew a lot more information than just their name, age, and parents. “You were praying...yes?”

Not knowing what to say or how to respond, all they did was nod.

“You prayed that anyone would grant you sleep. At least a full hour,...correct?”

“H-How do you know that? Who are you?” They was suddenly no longer hungry.

“I am called many names.”

“Like?”

“My common name is Morpheus. Another is ‘Dream of the Endless.’ Most mortals know me as ‘The Sandman.’ Have you heard of me, (Y/N)?”

Bullshit, they thought, scoffing. “The Sandman. You’re telling me you’re that dude that sprinkles sand over someone and makes them fall asleep? That’s you, right?”

He only nodded, his frown still in place.

“I prayed to you? And you showed up? Why?”

“Why not?”

“I’m guessing you’re like a god. I’ve prayed to God before and he's never showed up. So Sandman,...why did you?”

He didn't speak for a second, his eyes looking deep into their (E/C) ones, trying to look for something that (Y/N) had no clue what.

When he finally did speak, his frown had softened some and his expression was more neutral.

"I was in the area."

Right, they thought, wanting to scoff again, but deciding not to. They weren't sure if this 'Sandman' was really dangerous or not and didn't want to risk anything.

"When was the last time you slept, (Y/N)?"

It took them a minute to think about it. Shit, when was it, they wondered, their confusion displayed on their face without realizing it. Has it been two days? Three? Can't be three, can it? "I...," they started, but didn't finish. Their mind suddenly occupied with trying to figure out when was the last time, they had actually slept and how they hadn't noticed that it had been that long. "I...don't know. I don't really remember."

Based on the reappearance of his frown, they concluded that he did not care for their answer. "You said you wanted 'at least a full hour.' Has it been hours?"

"Probably more than that."

He was again silent after that, looking at them with obvious distaste. The intensity of his looking made them look down at their plate and their almost cold food, trying to ignore the strange chills his stare gave them. Jesus, what is up with this guy, they wondered, looking back out the diner window.

"I'm sorry you haven't been getting rest," he spoke.

"That's...uh...fine. I'm used to it." Their attention was now on the blowing wind outside, wondering if there was any bad weather coming.

"I'll make sure you will get your proper rest and dream," his voice was suddenly coming from next to them and they turned around to see him sitting on their side of the booth, their faces barely 3 inches away from eachother.

"What are you doing-"

He suddenly lifted his hand, palm facing up and blew into it. Bits of sand flew off of his palm and into their eyes and suddenly they was out like a light.

The sound of a horn honking from outside woke them up, their eyes too heavy to fully open, but were still able to open slightly. Sitting up, they let out a loud yawn and looked around the room they were in. My bedroom, they noticed. Why am I here? I was at the diner last night.

Getting out of bed, they tried to remember what happened and how they got there. I was talking to the pale guy. He somehow knew my name, age, and knew about my insomnia. He called himself something. Picking their phone up from their dresser they let out a gasp, shocked to see that the time was a little after noon. I slept last night? I actually slept last night. I had a full night's rest! Finally!

They were about to leave their room when they noticed something strange. Sitting on their pillowcase was clumps of what looked like gold sand. Sand? They looked down at their clothes and saw little bits of sand on their shirt as well. Sand? Sandman? The Sandman. That's who he said he was. They looked back down at their phone, seeing the time remain the same and began to try to calm their heartbeat as the reality of their situation finally dawned on them. I met the Sandman last night! And he put me to sleep!

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Cupid's Curse

Chapter Fifteen

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Chapter Fourteen | Chapter Sixteen

Warning: trippy experience with powers, nsfw, reader sad (i promise not for long i swear! Maybe)

A/N: okay listen, listen I saw Desire, and like AAAAAA i love them they so dramatic tm lol plus sandman crossing over w moon knight is big bain to me

The shrine to Aphrodite is covered by a thin black cloth, the closet door is shut also covered by the dark veil. You do not wish to been ‘seen’ by her right now-- As if she could see you. If she did… She would have bedded you as her way to restore your faith in her power and her love. You turn over on your bed with your eye drifting close, breathing slowing, and soon you fall asleep.

When you open your eyes it is due to hearing the chirping of birds, not the bird sound that they make in this modern world, but the real chirping of birds. A fair warm breezes pass you, the soft crashing of waves upon a beach, the sun high and bright in the clear sky. You take a deep breath as you stand in the garden of your Goddess’ domain. Her paradise is where land, sky, and sea are all set to a perfect moment. Beautiful, as beautiful as the moment of her birth. A piece of Poseidon’s domain was taken when she rosed and her power burst to life. Her claim is absolute.

When you discovered this dream realm (for humans) it was when you slept the first night after the union of her heart with yours. Awaking here when her realm was grey and dull, lifeless and colorless. As you lived throughout the ages and your lovers gave their love to you, this realm once more bloomed like the red rose your Goddess’ loved so much. Seeing this realm also means your heart is hurt.

Yes, this is the place your heart sends you to mentally to restore the bond between Aphrodite and yourself.

Standing up before dusting off the sand off your peplos, it is depressing to wear this currently when you feel like shit.

Like you said from the beginning: this is both a blessing and a curse. Currently, it is a curse and after what you did with Lockley, you rather rid yourself of Love completely… Not true but you feel awful.

Your very being is the essence of what the Greeks define and believes Love is, ranging from a romantic view to the dark twisted nature of this emotion. The fascination with this secondary emotion, how it can never be truly ripped out of mortals no matter what they do to each other or themselves. It lingers, it can fester, it consumes and ruins; it never leaves a mortal or divinity's heart.

How it drives everything we do without us knowing it. The first emotion is taught to us by the embrace of the love of one.

Why else would every land have a deity (or deities) of Love both the emotional and mental aspects of this complex, yet simple drive within all creatures from mortal to divine? No one is safe from its grasp.

Though most only claim avatars of Love, in general, are simply creatures of lust.

A sex avatar– Debasing…

Though right now you feel like those words are true, that every insulting thing you called yourself is true, that you don’t deserve Steven. Oh, beautiful Steven… Steven deserves better.

For Steven, you will go against the desires of Mania, you only need his love– nothing more. Yet, that is always easier said than done.

Standing basking in the warmth and smell of home, of Greece when the air wasn’t so polluted and the beaches were clearer than they are nowadays. Her realm, your piece of a home long ago; out in the water is her shrine. A temple built on the very spot she sprung from the water bare and gorgeous. What she told you she did spring from the water, but it was painful as she became more and more alive as the sea foam she came from was turning into her very body; she was not as beautiful as the story goes. She was monstrous and when the first human gazed upon her, she took the appearance of what the mortal mind perceived as ‘beautiful’. As Greece grew and more ideals changed, so did she find her way.

Her form of beauty and her definition of beauty are shared with her believers: none however will match her beauty.

When you look at the temple, you are looking at want created her, as she form before she was the Goddess you love and miss every moment of your immortal life. Her smile, her touch, her voice; her poor Agape who she granted a gift you lost in touch with.

When you enter the usually silent temple bright but hollow, you find it dark. Not dark enough that you cannot see but dark enough that you do not wish to enter. You step back but the darkness rushes past you before engulfing your world.

Naturally, you raise your hand up to block your face, eyes squeezing shut as your head turns away. The world shifts and soon the darkness clears as the scenery is completely different and the scent of Aphrodite is gone– Replaced by the scent of peaches? The memory of summer cutting up peaches and the taste that lingers in your mouth and is shared in a kiss. Summer peaches.

Slowly your arms lower and eyes open to see yourself in completely red, a red like blood, and sit on some strange design.

"Welcome, my child!" A cheery playful tone echoes, "Oh? I see, you have my darling girl's heart." You turn around then around again and again until you are once more facing the chair. There stands a person in a black bodysuit with black feathers on the shoulders, a long v-line that stops midway down the chest. Skin like snow, eyes gold yet it could make gold look pale compared to those eyes, lips painted a dark red and forming a toothy smile. The cat ears are not what is expected to rest on lustrous blonde hair.

"Come, come, don't be shy. Your gifter wishes to see you."

Gifter? You walk forward, hands picking up the bottom of your robe and the pitter-patter of your barefoot against what feels like marble. The mysterious gorgeous figure smoothly like the finest silk sliding off the skin, they stand on heels and when you stand before this androgynous divine person.

The giggle and way they rest their arms over your shoulders, well-kept nails playing with the accessories holding up your hair. "Aphrodite, how you have changed dear. Or would you want to be called (Name)?"

You do not why or how but you are captivated by their charm, "I.. Who?"

"You silly one! Your name, shall I call you by your name?"

"No, I mean yes, who are you?"

They draw themselves away a step placing both hands over their heart, "Don't tell me you've forgotten your gifter!" Making a 'tsking' sound as they wiggle a finger in front of you, "That is simply unacceptable! After all, my power has given your dear Goddess her precious life and power."

You are even more confused which must be clear on your face because they roll their eyes and scowl.

"Desire, dear. I am Desire." Walking around you before pulling you backward close to their chest, "Where I touch, things want and need and love - drawn to their objects of desire like butterflies to a candle flame."

There is a story rarely told as most divine creatures often do not speak of anything stronger than them. In reality, there is an origin point, something older than the Gods.

The Endless. Beings of the certainties and inevitability.

There are many and Chaos told you (Aphrodite) they are what grants many beings like us (the Gods) the power freely used as they wished.

You touch your head as Desire is humming in approval as you remember what Aphrodite learned.

"Father?" You aren't sure what to call them given they are well… Transcending gender fits them.

"Hmm, you know I thought that would sound good: a parental relationship but it just sounds off for us." Whispered like the dirtiest of secrets, "Gifter is better and has much more importance." Fingers dancing down your arm, your lungs breathe in deep then release it as Desire unlatches a clip holding your peplos.

"I almost couldn't find you, such a faint spark," You find yourself falling backward and they appear above you as your back hits the comfort of a bed. "Now why is that?" They place a thin long finger on your lips shushing you, "I know why, silly darling. That is why I am here after all!" Finger tracing the column of your throat.

"Why?" You gasp out as mere touch is… Is… Like her touch.

"Because the heart you deny is my favorite gifted and you humans need to stop limiting yourself." His hand wraps around your throat not squeezing through, "And I'm bored. So entertain me." Desire absolutely loves mortals, love how Desire influences everything.

Interweaving itself into anything or one with a passion to: work, create, kill, or die. Plus, he adores you and loves the union of Goddess to the mortal trope.

Also, there is the admirable and the annoying, you are edging close to annoying for Desire. Aphrodite was a favorite because she caused drama! He so loved seeing the messes she made, especially ones that got out of hand! Sure, they could understand that you are essentially not Aphrodite but his powers run through you and he expects a better performance to entertain him when peeks in.

You lay there drowning in the scent of summer peaches, kisses tasting of black raspberry, and the touch of silk.

Yet, you tremble in fear as your hand grips the sheets, tears running down those cheeks.

"My poor gifted, let it out. Your gifter will be here to take it all in."

The emotions rushing through you remind you of the time Aphrodite had you in her bed. You had cried, and grieved because you felt broken… Undeserving of her love because you didn't understand what love is nor could you reciprocate it— Or so you thought.

Her scent is the sea, her kiss taste of quince, and the touch of rose petals.

"Give me your all, there is nothing I cannot handle," They sit up, slipping out the top part of the bodysuit, "Show the brilliance of that borrowed heart."

You believe them, the sense of safety, craving to touch someone who will not be driven mad by your— Their— Power.

The glow of your eyes, hair, and way Aphrodite's mark on your chest; Desire inhaled the scent of the sea during the spring. Yes, his creation was crafted from sea foam because he merely wanted to make something. A whim. A fun girl that was close to their personality.

Desire is disappointed they have not slept with her but you will do. A pretty gem to grace his touch. Desire loves to indulge, it is part of his very being. Thus he wants you, a demigod, to bask in essence— The purest— Form of raw Desire.

"Where I touch, things want and need and love - drawn to their objects of desire like butterflies to a candle flame." These words were spoken to you by an entity.

Where you burn hot, Desire burners hotter; they engulf you like flames of Hephaistos' forge.

Comforting to be the one overwhelmed, drowning in the rush, granted a release no mortal could deliver.

There is sex but more… Flesh means nothing yet holds meaning. A vessel, a way to express art. It is strange for most of it you were essentially high while also possessed. It is a bit hard to explain.

There are tears as Desire brings out the pain of love, Gods, there is a lot of pain. Want is terrifying when not tempered.

Then comes the bliss, all the lust. When you are wild and free. Unbound and greedy.

Love is the release, the ultimate goal of a Love Goddess.

When you recall that moment… You felt loved. Loved, love the way Steven feels for you. Pure and with every part of his divided heart.

"Yes, show me."

Exposing, baring, stripped of the walls and years of self-imposed chains.

"Agape," Your avatar name, "Open your heart to me."

The recent memory, the one that weighs in your pretty heart is what Desire peeks into especially with all the pain laced in it.

You find yourself digging into the heart of Jake Lockley, digging to find the source of his agony! Even if it means giving in to temptation. The way Lockley buries his cock in your mouth is slow and gentle, but do not mistake it for kindness. No, he wants this drag out, for you to feel the soreness of your throat the following day, to remind you this is what you are denying yourself. He groans, a smirk that exposes his teeth, his hand gripping your hair and messing it up. Hips snapping forward nearly caused you to choke. Lockley's eyes are closed as he is brought to the heavens of lust. His heart… Guarded and cold, you wonder what sort of heartbreak did Lockley endure to cause him to become the man you currently are forced to deep throat. A heart you wish to give your love to but know better than to touch without a barrier, he is not Steven… Though you doubt Lockley could comprehend your love for Steven, how the heart within your body loves easily and can be enthralled and obsessive; you know… You can see the love he wishes to share buried deep into his guarded heart. Being the avatar and host to the heart of Aphrodite, you are a waking aphrodisiac in both the sexual and comfort aspect of the heart. You remain steadfast as you gave Lockley only a very satisfying, with a condom on, blow job. Though it doesn't cover everything, your lips and your saliva does touch his skin, to heighten the intensity of his desires enough to get him to cum faster. Your sympathy for broken hearts all too often gets you in trouble, you swear you will learn yet you keep making the same mistakes. Your whimper egging him on as holds you down to the base of his cock to swallow his seed— Though all you taste is the flavorless condom. Jake lets go of your head allowing you to slip away, your fingers pulling off and tying the condom closed. "Aw, ain't gonna at least drink it up for me?" Eyeing as you get up, fixing your skirt, and tossing the condom in a nearby mini trash container. He grabs a cigarette from the table, a cheap complimentary pack with some matches at the bottom for those who like to take a smoke after sex. You don't see the appeal outside of black-and-white movies.

Desire holds you as regrets, disgust, guilt, self-hatred are bleeding out of you. The memory is erotic but they can see clearly you resented yourself and the nature of being a being of Love. A mortal response, one they understand though they feel you are beyond such things. Your only task (outside of entertainment) is to indulge.

When the pain fades, your nose bleeds as you never fully unleashed the power of Aphrodite. No, the pain is twisted to and laced with pleasure. The mortal part of your heart, comforted by the essence you feared from the very beginning or felt you could never grasp.

He taught you to enjoy yourself, something you haven't been doing for many years.

Fear stilled you. Embracing your gift would mean consequences.Not indulging as you should be. Be Agape, be Eros, be Aphrodite.

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zafirosreverie · 1 year

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The night I met you (Sandy x Reader)

a/n: I have no idea where I’m going with this, but, enjoy, I guess

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He smiled as he waved goodbye to one of Toothiana's little fairies, following the little colorful speck with his eyes until it was lost in the night sky. It wasn't uncommon for him to run into some fairies while delivering dreams, of all the guardians, he and Tooth were the closest. He appreciated that, it made him feel less alone.

Not that he complained, he had a good life here on earth. He liked to give children dreams, protect them, and watch over them, it was a noble purpose and he adored it. But there were nights when the children's wishes became too loud, awakening in him an ancient longing, from a past life.

He knew that he would never pilot a star again, that he would never again see space, the constellations, or his pilot brothers, and that he was trapped here until his light was extinguished. And he was fine with that, he...he swore he was.

Until the emptiness in his chest got too big and then he would have to admit that maybe he wasn't quite right. He would never give up his job as the Sandman, but he did wish he wasn’t so alone.

His fellow guardians were all friendly and just as proud of their jobs as he was, but they were always busy and he never seemed to get to see them unless there was an emergency threatening the children, and he knew those times weren't the best for a kind conversation.

The moon was good company on his darkest nights, he could always feel Manny's comforting presence wherever he went, but the Lunar Tzar was quiet, preferring to watch than talk, and although Sandy appreciated the company of the moonlight, it was not the same.

A tug on his left hand snapped him out of his thoughts, reminding him that his work wasn't done yet. The man frowned slightly as he felt a particularly faint thread of dreams. Someone was not in bed.

He rolled his eyes affectionately and directed his cloud toward the city, following the thinning thread of his dreamsand. It wasn't unusual for a child to stay up late, either out of rebellion or distraction, but it was nothing he couldn't fix.

However, there was a strange feeling in his chest as he approached one particular window. It felt like…like something else was pulling at him, not just his sand. For a moment, his heart skipped a beat, wondering if he wasn't walking into some trap. No one had seen Pitch in ages, but that didn't mean they should let their guard down.

The golden guardian stopped a few feet from the window as the sensation grew more intense. He didn't even have time to react when the thread of sand that led him there suddenly increased its size. The dreamsand flowed freely like a waterfall, strong and imposing, and Sandy didn't know what was happening. He hadn't done that.

Reassured that he couldn't be Pitch, since the sand was still golden and shiny, the little man poked his head out the window curiously. The room he saw was normal, with cute decorations, drawings on the walls, toys piled up in the corner, and a small table with crayons left carelessly on it. An ordinary children's room.

He carefully opened the window and slipped inside, feeling even more confused. There was nothing there that apparently had the power to control his sand without his consent. Sandy floated over to your bed, smiling at seeing you so soundly asleep. You looked happy, peaceful, and relaxed, even though the dream above your head didn't really have a fixed shape.

That caught his attention. Usually, he would be able to understand what children's dreams meant, he had created them after all, but…you didn't seem to be dreaming anything in particular. Carefully, he brushed his fingers across the swirling sand above you, trying to help you form a concrete image.

But as soon as the hints of a horse began to form, the dream changed again, this time to a dolphin, then a stingray, an elephant, and finally an owl, before returning to just a tangle of sand. Funny, he hadn't done that either.

Not being able to understand why his sand was behaving so strangely, Sandy lowered her gaze back to your face, you were still calm and sound asleep. However, it was your hands that amazed him.

Your fingers moved almost of their own volition, despite being asleep, and his golden sand moved between them. The older guard froze as the feeling in his chest came back stronger and then he understood. It was you who had been changing the dreams, calling the dreamsand.

You were controlling it.

#reader insert #x reader #rotg #rotg x reader #rise of the guardians #sandy #sanderson mansnoozie #sandy rotg #sandy rotg x reader #sanderson mansnoozie x reader #rotg imagine

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littledollll · 1 year

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Hello! I hope you are doing well. If you are alright writing it, maybe you could write something Agere for Morpheus x Reader? It'd be so great! For the plot, maybe something about the Sandman legends - you know, how he is told to put sand into children's eyes when they fall asleep so they can have beautiful dreams... And maybe the Reader is stubborn about not wanting to go to sleep, first. Throwing a tantrum, ect. Thank you in advance! ^.^

Mr. Sandman

Morpheus x little!reader

A/n: Idk why I put this off for so long i took like a day to write it😭

No warnings

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“I think it’s way past your bedtime, little dreamer.” An unknown voice spoke. You were confused at how calm you felt at having a strange presence in your home, in your room. You felt no need to mask or hide your things, you just continued on as if he wasn’t here, not until he spoke again. “Am I interrupting?”

You sat on your bed surrounded by your toys and stuffies, eyes watery from how often you were yawning yet you refused to sleep, you had for a while, that is why he was here. Your eyes darted to the source of the voice, it looked like more of a shadow than a man, you gave him a questioning look. “who..?”

“Do you know of The sandman, little dreamer?” He spoke while stepping out of the shadows, though he made it seem like the shadows moved away from him. You shook your head. Nothing about him alarmed you oddly enough. You wished he would join you, tell you all about him and his shadows.

Carefully, he made his way closer to you, you only met him with a sweet smile. “Would you like me to explain it?” With a nod you immediately sprung up to move everything off your bed, seemingly to make space for him, then you jumped back to sit on the bed. “Shall I start then?”

You looked at him expectantly and he met you with a soft smile. “The sandman has many names, this one was given by people like you. It is said that when it’s time for bed the sandman comes, and sprinkles little grains of sand in the eyes of children and adults alike. The sand with the help of the sandman, makes the most beautiful dreams for each dreamer, specially for the little ones, those with the most creativity, imagination and hope.”

“mm sand no hurt?” You briefly interrupted with genuine curiosity. “No, little star. The sand isn’t like the normal sand you find at the beach, it is specially made just for this purpose, it’s quite calming, and can help one find sleep very easily.” You found yourself more and more sleepy as he talked, rubbing your eyes you looked back at him squinting. “you’re the sandman!” He huffed out a laugh, and nodded.

“You’re a very smart little dreamer. Now you should be able to sleep without fear, you will have the greatest dreams, do all the things you’ve hoped for. Would you be willing to try?” He was soft spoken, and moved to tuck you in when you nodded. “See mr. Sandman agains?”

“We can meet again, if you wish. Simply call for me, little star, and I will find you in your dreams.” You settled comfortably and soundly at the reassurance, the feeling was odd, the sand falling on your eyes bringing you an easy and calm passage to the dreaming.

The sandman was true to his word. You were met with views beyond your imagination, vibrant and beautiful colors all around you. You slept soundly through night, and when you woke a book sat next to your bed, titled with your name and ready to be read.

#the sandman #the sandman morpheus #cg!morpheus #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless #sandman agere #morpheus #morpheus sandman #cg morpehus #lord morpheus

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myveryownfanfiction · 1 year

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: no way home spoilers sorta, swearing

After getting the call from Peter, I went right to the lot where I kept my Volkswagen bus and pulled out. Drumming against the wheel, I waited in front of the Sanctum Santorium. I checked my phone but I couldn’t see anything from Peter or Stephen. Shrugging to myself, I turned up the music and waited for the teen to emerge. A knock on the passenger door had me climbing into the back and opening the door.

“Alright Pete. They should all fit in here.” My eyes narrowed as I took in the man wrapped up in what appeared to be his own mechanical arms. My eyes drifted to the other man wearing an electric engineers uniform and the man made of sand. “Someone might have to ride up front.” I muttered as I hopped out.

“I’m riding with may with one of the others. Uh, they can decide who can sit up front.” Peter moved to the side and I was frozen by who I saw.

“Norman? Norman Osborn?” The man in question turned to face me and his eyes lit up at the sight of me.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” He asked. I nodded. His face fell after a second. “But not the one I know.” He looked at Peter for confirmation and he nodded. I stepped in front of him and cocked my head.

“I know you’re not the Norman I know but damn you look the same.” He smiled sadly at me as the other men ignored the two of us and climbed into the bus. Peter patted my arm and I snapped out of my thoughts.

“They’re all in. We’re going to happys apartment.” I nodded and opened the passenger door for Norman.

“You may need to go up first to buzz us in Pete. You know Hap’s security system will alert him otherwise.” Norman got into the bus and I closed the door.

“Good idea.” Peter closed up the back. “See you there.” Peter headed over to Mays van and I got in my bus.

“How do you know me?” I asked Norman as I started driving. The music was left slightly loud so the others couldn’t hear our conversation but they were bickering amongst themselves anyway.

“You worked for Oscorp. With Octavius. He introduced us.” Norman let the sentence hang in the air, letting me draw my own conclusions.

“What happened?” My eyes flickered off the road for a second and my heart cracked at the look on Normans face. “You don’t have to…”

“You died.” I tensed at the other man’s voice. “It was my fault. I shouldn’t have gone forward with the experiment. Both you and Norman warned me. I didn’t listen.” My eyes flew to the rear view mirror and met Otto’s. “You paid the price.” Norman looked out the window and I saw his fists clench out of the corner of my eye.

“For the last time Otto, I’ve forgiven you for that.” Norman ground out. “I was also responsible. I wanted (Y/N) there to record the results. I shouldn’t have asked them to be there. There…it’s both our faults. But we moved on from that.” I took one last look at the man behind me before looking back to the road. He looked guilty and grief stricken at what happened.

“I see.” I whispered. The bus grew silent as we drew near Happys apartment complex. “How do you know Norman? I thought he didn’t exist in this universe?” Otto asked. I smiled.

“He did. Once upon a time.” I shrugged. “When I was in college, he was finishing up his first PhD. He was assigned to tutor me in physics. One thing led to another and…” as I pulled up at the complex I turned to look at Norman. “He was my fiancé.” Normans eyes drifted down to my hand, where the ring still sat.

“why didn’t you get married?” The sandman asked. My eyes stayed glued to Norman.

“There was a break in at the lab where he was working.” Normans eyebrow raised. “He was stabbed. Died before anyone got there.” Norman started to reach out for me before I shook myself off and got out of the bus. “Peter has already disabled the security alarm so we can just go up.” I opened up the back of the bus and let everyone else out. Norman helped me corral them into the elevator and up to happys apartment. It was awkward as we rode up. Peter was at the door, ushering everyone in while I went to the room may was currently residing in.

“How you holding up kiddo?” She asked on my way past. I stopped for a second and shrugged, not missing the way Octavius or may looked at me.

“I’m alright.” With a fleeting glance at octavius, I smiled apologetically. “I’ll be better when everyone gets back home. No offense doctor.”

“none taken.” He shrugged as much as he could still wrapped up in the actuators. “I’ll be happier when I get back too.” I nodded and continued on my way to the room.

“If you need me.” I pointed at the room and everyone nodded. Laying back on the bed, I turned on the Tv and settled in to wait. Eventually, there was a knock on the door. “It’s open!” The door opened and Norman walked through.

“Hi.” He was playing with his hands, a habit I knew meant nervousness.

“Hey.” I sat up straighter on the bed and patted it as a silent offer for him to sit down. He shook his head.

“They’re going to test the chip on otto.” He pointed over his shoulder. “If you wanted to see.” I nodded and got up to follow him. “My cure is almost done. And I wanted to talk to you about something.” I watched him carefully before Peter grabbed my attention by forcing octavius to rise to the second level.

“After?” I pointed to the action and Norman nodded. He discreetly slipped his hand into mine and I squeezed it. We watched as everything worked and Norman joined Peter in the makeshift lab. I went back to the room and waited. After a while Norman walked in.

“All cured.” He joked as he sat down on the bed. I smiled at him and he leaned against the headboard. “I wanted to talk to you about what happens…” i shook my head.

“Norman, we can’t. Youll leave and things go back the way they are.” I bit my lip and looked away from him. “Let’s just enjoy the time we have?” Norman nodded and held his arms open. I curled up against him and that was how we fell asleep. When I woke up the next morning, he was gone.

#norman osborn #norman osborn x reader #norman osborn imagine #norman osborn fanfic #norman osborn fanfiction #willem dafoe #willem dafoe fanfic #willem dafoe fanfiction #willem dafoe x reader #willem dafoe imagine #green goblin x reader #green goblin imagine #green goblin fanfic #green goblin fanfiction #green goblin

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melancholypancakes · 1 year

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The Sandman Incorrect Quotes

Morpheus: Gods, you’re so annoying.

Witch! Y/n: then stop holding my hand!

Morpheus clearly holding Y/n’s hand

Witch! Y/n:....

Morpheus:...No.

{...}

Desire: Oh, Y/n! You can take my sand whenever you like! I just want your love~

Delirium and Death trying not to laugh

Morpheus blushing red angrily

{...}

Death: I know you like her.

Desire blushes and gets defensive

Desire: I don’t like Aphrodite!

Death: I didn’t say who~

{...}

Witch! Y/n: is there a word that’s mix between Angry and Sad?

Morpheus: Malcontented, Disgruntled, Miserable, Desolated-

Matthew: Smad.

Morpheus looks at Matthew weirdly

{...}

Aphrodite: Did you know that kissing reduces stress and anxiety?

Adonis is concerned with what Aphrodite just said

Adonis: Uh…Okay, Aphrodite?

Aphrodite: You look stressed~

Aphrodite flirting with Adonis as he looks at her

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Hob: Bro! Close your eyes!

Morpheus: Huh? Why?

Morpheus proceeds to close his eyes

Hob: What do you see, Bro?

Morpheus: Nothing, Bro

Hob: That’s my life without you, bro

Hob tears up and Morpheus starts to tear up too after opening his eyes, and looking at Hob

Morpheus: Bro…

{...}

Aphrodite: Wait…You like me for my personality??

Desire: yeah, I was surprised too.

{...}

Desire: Go on…Apologize.

Desire gets underneath Morpheus’s skin, knowing he has too much pride to apologize to anyone, especially his girlfriend Y/n.

Morpheus is struggling and clearly angry

{...}

When Aphrodite was only a few months old

Artemis: Little girl-to-Girl Advice…

Aphrodite looks at Artemis

Artemis: If you weren’t always trying so hard, you wouldn’t be in the way~

Aphrodite growls

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thepaintedlady00 · 2 years

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Oneshot: Loving An Endless

This oneshot was requested by @layla2-49. Bestie your idea was just 🥺😘👌🥵 I hope you enjoy!

Length: 5,899 words/15 pages

TW: mentions of past attempts of assault/domestic violence, fluff, a bit of Protective!Dream, Constantine has no filter, Death is adorable, smut, breeding kink, Soft!Dream, loss of virginity Feral!Dream

Being Johanna Constantine's assistant had its perks. The pay was good, great if she'd had any run-ins with the royals. She was a kind boss and a good friend. And, on days like today she brought in very very attractive men. He was the most beautiful, ethereal man I'd ever seen. His messy black hair glistened in the dull life of the office, his tall and slim frame was dressed in all black, and his eyes were a deep watery blue that caught the light and reflected stars.

I was staring. I knew I was, but I couldn't bring myself to stop. His gorgeous eyes watched me with a hint of curiosity, and under his steady gaze my face burned. Johanna bumped my shoulder, shaking me from my locked position. "The place is looking good, y/n!"

I smiled and shrugged at the not even half finished cleaning job I'd gotten done. "It's getting there. You have a lot of stuff."

"Yeah," she sighed. "But it's all useful!"

"Certainly not all," the man said, his voice deep and rich like honey. Oh dear god, I thought returning my gaze to him as he looked around the room with disgust, or maybe annoyance. It should be criminal to sound that good.

Johanna glared at him before catching the expression on my face. Shit. She smiled. "Oh! Where are my manners? Y/n this is the Sandman, sandman this is y/n!"

"Y/n," the man said, his eyes taking in my form. "It's a pleasure to meet you. Though I wish it'd been under better circumstances."

"Why's that?" I asked, fighting against the urge to physically fall when he'd said my name.

He sighed, looking through a box on the table. "I'm here in search of my stolen tools. I'm afraid it's quite dire, and your… Employer, is far more difficult than she should be."

Johanna mocked him with her hands. "Yada yada Sandman, beggars can't be choosers."

"Thieves should-"

She pointed a finger at him. "I bought that sand legally!"

He released a short sharp breath. "As you can see it's a complicated situation."

I nodded. "It seems so. I'm sorry your tools were stolen, Sandman. I'm more sorry you're stuck with Johanna, she's a lot."

"Hey!" Johanna gasped. "I could cut your pay!"

"You won't though," I replied, moving some boxes to help. I smiled up at the sandman. "So, what are we looking for?"

***

Dream couldn't put his finger on what made this woman different. Was it the beautiful gleam in her eyes? The softness of her smile? Or was it her willingness to jump into offering him, a stranger, her help? Whatever it was, he enjoyed it. He enjoyed her. Y/n, he thought again, unable to keep himself from repeating it to himself as he watched her move through the office looking through boxes alongside Constantine.

She was far more helpful, and far less destructive. As Constantine tossed yet another antique over her shoulder y/n sighed. "Would you stop breaking things?"

"It's not broken," Constantine assured. "Even if it is, I own it, so I can break it if I want."

Y/n rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say, Jo."

Eventually Constantines memory was at last jogged by a photo of an ex lover and the location of his sand was revealed. Y/n offered to accompany them but the Constantine woman refused. He stood in the office with y/n as Constantine got ready to depart. She smiled at him, a smile that brought him a feeling of peace. "Well, I hope you find the rest of your things."

"Thank you, Y/n," he said softly.

"You're welcome, Sandman."

"Dream."

"I'm sorry?" She asked gently, her eyes glistening in the light.

"My name, one of them, is Dream."

A slight blush rose to her face. "Dream. It's a lovely name."

He bowed his head slightly. "Goodnight, y/n. Perhaps fate will bring our paths together again."

"One can hope," she said without thinking. He smiled at the way she scrambled trying to explain her meaning.

Lifting her hand to his lips he kissed it before silently leaving the crowded apartment and refocusing his mind on reclaiming his tools and saving The Dreaming from ruin. As the days turned into weeks, Dream still thought of the girl, still quietly saying her name to himself when no one would hear.

***

Months had passed since Johannas job for Dream and as embarrassing as it was, I felt disappointed. Part of me thought he'd show up again, if not first me then to give Johanna another job or something. But, he never did. I told myself it was for the best, he was a god, a god that surely had more important things to do than indulge me in conversation. I doubted the sandman even remembered me.

Johanna kept me busy, after I'd finally gotten her office clean and organized she'd started sending me research to comb through for her while she moved between work locations. It was tedious and could be difficult to find certain legends or creatures, but as always she paid me well and was a good friend. I stood at my desk, glaring down at the sprawled out documents of her next job, looking for something to help narrow down the possibilities of what she'd be up against once she arrived.

I rubbed my dry, tired eyes and sighed, answering my phone just as her ringtone sounded. "Johanna, remind me to strangle you when you get back."

"It's going well I see," she teased me. "Well I'm sending someone over to help out. He's got a bit more knowledge on this kind of thing, so he should make it pretty easy."

"You need to stop sending strangers to my house," I complained. "It's turning into a potential occupational hazard."

Johanna laughed. "I'd never send anyone to you that would hurt you, y/n. What kind of boss do you take me for?"

I smiled. "The bitchy kind."

"Ouch, that's a bit harsh!"

"How's Amsterdam?" I asked, leaning back against the desk and taking a sip of my tea.

"It's fine," she said rather dismissively. "Can't wait to be done with this job though. Already far more complicated than I wanted."

"You'll figure it out in no time Jo." I assured her.

She sighed. "Yeah, well have fun with your sandman."

My body froze, brows furrowing as I mulled over her words. "What do you mean?"

"The guy I'm sending to help you, it's him." She stated with a knowing tone. "I saw you checking him out, so have fun. Use protection."

"Johanna you know I don't-" My words were cut off by the sound of my doorbell. Shit.

"Relax, he's just there to help with your research. Now, I gotta run, call you soon."

The line went dead and I scoffed at her abrasiveness. Bitch. I straightened out my shirt and quickly fixed my messed up hair before opening the door to the tall figure clothed in black. His starry eyes rolled down my body as he tilted his head slightly. "Y/n."

"Dream," I said quietly. God he was more beautiful than I remembered. Stepping to the side and gesturing inward I blushed. "Please come in!"

He moved slowly through the small space of my townhouse, looking at everything that hung on the walls and regarding my bookshelf with interest. "You have a lovely home. Far more comfortable than your employers."

I laughed nervously. "Thanks, I don't do my best work when things are unorganized so I like to keep my space clean."

"A sentiment I share," he replied with a tiny smile. "Constantine said you were researching an ancient creature she believes is causing trouble."

"Yeah," I turned and gathered up the papers from my desk. "This is all I've been able to find. Everything else is either in a dead language or just illegible. Probably why she enlisted you to help."

Dream simply nodded as he took the papers from me, cold fingers gliding smoothly over the tips of my own and sending a chill through me. This is just pathetic, I scolded myself. He's so far out of your league! Look at him! He probably has hundreds of beautiful goddess lovers. I pulled myself out of the slew of pitiful thoughts and jumped back into researching. Dream had taken a seat in one of my chairs and leafed through the papers and books I'd pulled out while I focused on online research.

I found myself looking up from my laptop and watching him often. The way he sat so casually, yet refined and the look of concentration on his angular face… It was cute and distracting. He was distracting. His eyes looked up from the book, an amused glint passing through them. "Anything new?"

"No," I answered quickly, looking back down at my screen. "Nothing new."

Dream hummed thoughtfully and closed his book, moving toward my shelves and looking. "Perhaps we're looking in the wrong place."

I watched him curiously and listened intently as he spoke. He had such a fast knowledge, one that no book or letter could possibly hold. It was fascinating. His hunch had proved correct and after telling Johanna of the new development we sat in my home and talked for hours. Dream asked me about my life. He asked and actually listened, actually cared. It was something I hadn't experienced in years and it felt nice. In turn he openly answered every question I could ask him, his openness was unexpected and refreshing.

With a loud yawn I smiled at Dream. "You're a very interesting person, Dream of the Endless."

"As are you, y/n." He nodded his head towards my bedroom. "It's late, you should retire for the night."

"Probably," I agreed, twisting my fingers together nervously as I asked, "Will I see you again?"

"Do you wish to?"

"Of course I do!" I said, far too enthusiastically. "I mean… Yes, I would very much wish to see you again."

Dream smiled. "Then you will. Goodnight, y/n."

It felt like a dismissal, a non answer, but I forced myself to ignore it. "Goodnight, Dream."

I settled into bed not long after he'd left, pulling the warm covers up around me and at last being able to close my eyes and relax into my bed. My dreams were not creative, but not boring either. I usually thought of relaxing locations, rolling hills or quiet streams, tonight it was a crystal clear lake that mirrored the starry night sky inside it. As I sat among the flowers and blades of grass, listening to the calm and sketching in my notebook - a hobby I rarely got time to practice in the real world - I felt a familiar sensation roll over me as a tall figure in black walked towards me with a smile.

"Dream," I whispered, looking up at him in awe. "How…"

"You are asleep," he answered. "And so you have entered into my realm."

Of course, this was his whole thing. I smiled brightly, fixing my hair. "When I asked if I'd see you again… I wasn't expecting it to be so soon."

He looked around, eyes shining impossibly brighter. "You've a beautiful imagination."

My cheeks burned. "Oh this is nothing. I'm sure you see far more creative things."

"It's the simplicity of it that makes it beautiful. Most people seek out the feeling of comfort and home in their dreams. Yours reflects the beauty of your mind perfectly." He looked back down at me, holding his hand out. "Would you like to see my home?"

I jumped up, gently taking hold of his hand. "Of course! The way you described it was magnificent."

Dream nodded with a light chuckle. "I hope it lives up to your expectations."

"It will," I assured him. "I doubt you're capable of creating anything that wouldn't."

That was the first time I'd visited The Dreaming and it was just as beautiful as he described, as I could have ever imagined. Since that night Dream always came to me in my dreams. We'd walk and talk and grew close. He was my friend, one I'd fallen further and further in love with each passing night. I didn't care if he never felt the same, simply being around him was enough for me. Johanna, however, was constantly pulling every string she could to try and force me to tell him of my feelings.

She rolled her eyes from the couch as I said goodbye to Dream and Matthew. They'd taken to visiting me in the Waking World when they had a free moment. The second they'd gone, Johanna was on her rant. "You're seriously never going to tell him?"

"There's nothing to tell Jo."

"Bullshit!" She laughed. "You're head over heels for him! You have been from the start!"

I signed. "And? He's my friend. I don't want to ruin that. Besides, he probably has goddesses or something that he'd prefer."

Johanna scoffed. "God are you really that blind?"

"What?"

"He's smitten with you." She smiled widely. "Do you think he just pops by every friends house every day?"

A nervous ache filled my chest. "He doesn't…"

"Y/n."

"It doesn't matter. The second I tell him I want to wait until marriage for…" I sighed. "It's just not in the stars, Jo."

She looked disappointed. "How do you know if you refuse to try? Not everyone's gonna be like the last, y/n."

***

Dream had poured himself into winning the heart of y/n. He'd grown more and more enchanted with her as the days passed, so much so that he could scarcely be apart from her. His thoughts ran rampant with thoughts of her, filthy ones but more so the soft need to know what it would be like to wake to her each morning or to hear her laughing while he did his work. Dream wanted to spend every minute beside her.

Night had been their main meeting time, but as he waited on the bridge she was nowhere in sight. Finding her was easy, but the sight that he appeared in the middle of was one that made his anger twist and twine around him. Y/n was sitting on the edge of her bed, her arms curled around herself, holding tattered and torn bits of her top to her. The man responsible pounded on the door, shouting threats and destroying her living room. He quietly waved his hand, willing the pounding and shouting to stop and fixing her clothes before he took a seat beside her, watching the room fade away to a meadow of flowers and quiet.

He sat by her side as the fear of the nightmare faded from her and she slowly relaxed. Her hand settled over his and squeezed. "Thank you."

"I'm sorry you had to relive that. My nightmares should have known better."

She shook her head. "They're just doing their job."

"Perhaps," he agreed, meeting her eyes. "But it will not happen again."

Y/n smiled, leaning her head onto his shoulder. "Thank you."

Though his body hummed at the feeling of her pressed against him, his anger was not satisfied. "Who was he?"

"An ex boyfriend."

"What happened between you?"

She sighed. "I told him I wanted to wait until marriage to be intimate."

His anger grew. How could anyone react to such an innocent thing with such cruelty and violence? "I would have his name."

"Why?" Her head lifted from his shoulder and he looked down at her gently, even through his anger.

"He hurt you… He tried to defile you. Such evil actions require punishment."

Y/n looked down, a sad nervous look filling her face. "What would you do to him?"

Dream was creative and he could no doubt think of something painful enough. "Whatever you asked me to."

"And if I asked you to let him live?"

He ground his teeth together. "Then I would. For you."

She smiled, a few tears still staining her cheeks. "Thank you."

He wiped the wetness from her face. "Stop thanking me for such small acts of affection."

"Affection?" She asked with wide eyes. "Does that mean you…"

"I love you," he answered as soon as her voice trailed off.

"Even though I…" She sighed again. "Even though I don't want to sleep with you?"

His head tilted slightly. "Do you think me so petty?"

"No!"

Dream held her tight. "If you wish to wait for marriage for such physical intimacy then it is marriage I shall offer you. Until then, there are other ways to be intimate with those you love."

Joyful tears filled her eyes. "You're magnificent, Dream of the Endless."

"Morpheus." He pushed her hair away from her face. "I want you to call me by my true name."

"Morpheus," she repeated softly. The sound of her voice speaking his name made every inch of him tingle. "Would you…" She tried to look down again, but he held her face and her eyes. "Will you kiss me?"

Dream nodded. "Always."

The second their lips met he felt whole. He'd kissed many before, but it was her lips that set his heart ablaze, her soft sounds that filled him with peace. Y/n was made for him and he'd not rest until she felt every ounce of the love she deserved. He'd not rest until she was his queen and wife.

***

Ever since the night I'd dreamt of my ex, of the horror he put me through, I'd not had another nightmare. And since then, Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, had become my boyfriend. Boyfriend. I giggled at the word. It felt so simple, far too tame for the level of devoted love he'd given to me. Every moment I spent with him was full of freedom and happiness. I'd never felt so light and unburdened. He'd introduced me to his sister, Death, and had looked so happy when we got along instantly.

Death had visited me often since, taking me to lunch and talking to me about anything and everything. She was fun and lighthearted, a good compliment to Dreams' usually laid back attitude and occasional pout. She'd asked me if I wanted Dream, truly wanted him and when I told her I did her joyful demeanor only grew. Since then Dream seemed to be busier and slightly stressed.

I looked over at Death as she smiled at a group of kids beside me. "Is there something wrong with Dream?"

"No," she answered "He's in surprisingly high spirits."

"Then why is he so stressed out whenever he sees me?"

"It's probably the nerves. Asking such a big question is always a little scary."

I turned to her fully, mouth hanging open. "What question?"

Her eyes grew wide and she slapped her hand onto her face. "Don't talk about the proposal! He said don't! Oh what a terrible time to mishear someone."

"Proposal?!" I shrieked. "He's proposing?"

She smiled and shrugged. "Surprise?"

My heart pounded in my ears as the news sunk in. He and I had spoken of marriage often, and we'd been dating - courting as Dream liked to call it - for almost a year now. It wasn't rushed, but it certainly wasn't the longest wait. I was nervous, but not in the way I was used to. This was an excited kind of nervous, the kind that made my stomach fill with butterflies and my skin tingle. "He's proposing."

Death smiled, rubbing my arm fondly. "You're going to be my sister soon."

"What makes you so sure I'm going to say yes?" I joked.

"Because you love him."

"When's he going to do it?"

She stood quickly. "Nope! I'm not spoiling any more of the surprise!"

That night Morpheus and I walked the whole of The Dreaming and I listened to him pour his soul out to me. Everything he thought and felt was laid bare before my feet and I was left in awe at the depth of his passion not just for me but for all his creations and even humanity. He loved so deeply and so fiercely that nothing could come between him and that love. Not time or distance, not anger or sorrow. When he got down on one knee, his sparkling night sky eyes looking up at me, and asked me to marry him I didn’t hesitate to tell him yes. I wanted him forever, wanted to live beside him, share his bed and build a life together, a family.

***

Wedding planning was rather easy when your fiance can create anything you could think or dream of with a wave of his hand. And so here we were on the day of the wedding, Death standing beside me fussing over my dress, Delirium - Dreams younger sister - crying in front of me one moment and then insisting that we needed more flowers the next. I would have normally felt nervous, but instead I just felt ready. My dress was one that Dream had designed, a long ball gown that glistened and sparkled everytime I moved, looking like it’d been made of pure silver and starlight. My hair had been done elegantly with a modest crown gleaming on my head and earrings swaying softly as I moved.

“You look beautiful,” Death said with a beaming smile.

I smoothed a hand down the fabric of my dress. “So, after today I’ll be immortal?”

She nodded. “I’ll give you my gift when the two of you seal the marriage with that kiss.”

“The kiss of immortality,” I joked. “It sounds far better than the alternative.”

Death rolled her eyes and squeezed my hands. “It’s time. Are you ready?”

I only nodded, the raw emotion of what was happening filling my throat. Fiddlers Green was filled with people, guests from the waking world and other realms beyond The Dreaming. A path of petals lead down the aisle and to the archway of blooming flowers, butterflies and twinkling lights. Morpheus stood beneath it, no longer in his usual attire but instead wearing a form fitting black suit that seemed to be made of the night sky itself. He smiled as our eyes met and Death squeezed my hand with a quiet whisper of, “We really did try with his hair.”, as she walked me down the aisle to his side.

“My love,” he said softly, holding his hand out to me and pressing a soft kiss to it. “You look beautiful.”

“You look amazing,” I returned the compliment, drinking in his form with delight. “You always do.”

The ceremony was short, Destiny spoke quietly but with an authority that made each word feel purposeful and infinite, and as he smiled to each of us at the end I felt my heartbeat quicken and my smile grow wider and wider. “You may now kiss the bride.”

Morpheus looked at Death first, who nodded with joyful tears running down her cheeks. Our lips pressed together, as they had so often before, but this time I could feel something different. Whether it was the pleasant sensation of Death's gift filling my lungs with immortal life or the simple fact that Dream of the Endless was now my husband I didn’t know. I was just happy, so happy to finally have him forever.

The party was modest and regal. Far more people bowed to me than I’d ever thought was possible, but Dream assured me it was something I’d get used to. He and I mingled with the guests for a while before everyone returned to their own realms and homes and night fell over The Dreaming. Morpheus and I walked through Fiddlers Green for a moment before retiring to his room, the only place in the palace that’d I’d only been a handful of times before now. I was nervous, and Morpheus could tell.

He kissed my shoulder gently. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, y/n.”

I smiled. How could one person be so good and understanding? “I want to. I want to be with you.”

“You’re amazing,” he said softly. “I swear you’ll not regret sharing this piece of yourself with me, my love, my wife.”

“I could never regret you,” I said, turning to face him.

He kissed me with the passion I fell in love with. Everything he was he poured into the movements of our lips as his gentle hands unwound my hair from its accessories and slid down my skin as he untied the laces of my dress. His lips pulled away from mine, moving down my jaw and sucking at my throat, biting gently at my pulsepoint. My unexpected moan filled the room and I could feel Dream smile against my skin as he continued his movements. “You make such lovely sounds.”

His voice was low and dark, holding the love and adoration he bore me but lacing both with a hunger I’d never experienced before. My slightly shaking hands pushed the suit jacket from his shoulders and ran down his chest, tugging the buttons apart slowly. He’d pulled back from me to watch the movement of my fingers with dark eyes. I blushed harder the closer I got to his pelvis. “Is this okay?”

Morpheus tilted his head slightly and brushed his nose against mine. “I could watch you undress me for eternity.”

The second his shirt was off my hands ran up his chiseled chest, tracing the line of lean muscles that he had until I wound my arms around his shoulders, pulling myself up flush against him. “I love you.”

“As I love you.” His hands moved, slowly sliding the sleeves of my dress down until the whole gown began to slip off me. With burning in his eyes he looked at me and asked, “May I see you?”

Swallowing the thick nervous lump I nodded. “Yes.”

The dress hit the floor, leaving me bare before him and it took every ounce of control and confidence I had not to cover my chest immediately. Morpheus’ dark gaze lazily slid down my body, his cold hands moving carefully to run along the smooth skin of my arms as he pulled me back into his chest. He lifted my burning face to his and smiled. “You are a goddess, in spirit and in flesh.”

I kissed him harder than I’d meant to. Our teeth clacked together as he met my enthusiasm with the same energy, his hands gently twisting into my hair and his tongue exploring my mouth, pulling the breath from my lungs and replacing it with a hot ball of burning need. I needed to be closer to him, needed to feel every inch of his skin on my own. I needed him. “Morpheus,” I whispered against his lips. “I need you.”

“You have me,” he replied gently urging me backward into the bed. “All of me, forever.”

As soon as my back hit the silk of his sheets a shiver ran down my spine. I’d expected him to climb on top of me, but he didn’t. Instead I lifted myself up onto my elbows and watched him as he knelt before me, gently pulling my legs apart. His sparkling eyes met mine and he smiled. “What are you doing?”

“I am finally worshiping you,” he said plainly as he lowered his face to my burning pussy and pressed a kiss to the mound. I gasp tore through my throat as I gripped his hair tightly.

“Morpheus!” I cried out as his tongue licked at me, finding my swollen and throbbing clit with ease and focusing on it. Each circle his tongue drew against me pulled a new noise from my chest and filled my gut with a tightening coil. “Oh god, Morpheus!” A slight pinch of tightness had my fingers tightening even more in his dark mane as he gently eased one finger into me. My legs shook as the new, slightly uncomfortable, feeling overshadowed everything else.

His mouth pulled away from my clit and his eyes looked up at me. “Easy now, my love. Just focus on the pleasure of my mouth.”

Dream’s finger moved slowly in easy movements as his tongue worked my clit again. Soon the uncomfortable sensation of his long finger faded into even more pleasure, so much so that when he added another finger I felt the coil tighten and tighten within me. I pulled his hair gently, desperate to bring his face, his mouth closer to where I needed him. “More, please, Morpheus more!”

I felt a smile and a soft, nearly inaudible whisper against me as he spoke, “That’s it, let go my love.”

The pace he set was both gentle but fast, tongue swirling and fingers pumping in the perfect synchronization to pull the coil tight enough that it snapped. White filled my vision and I moaned loudly, wantonly, as I came against his lips and fingers. He continued his movements, easing me down from the high of my orgasm before pressing his lips to my leg, moving up higher and higher, kissing and sucking across the plain of my stomach before he wrapped his lips around one of my nipples. The movements of him worked me right back up, the coil once laxed now tightened again. “Morpheus!” I whined.

“I know,” he said, moving to my other nipple and giving it the same affection before nipping at my throat. “If at any moment you change your mind, tell me.”

I pulled him up and stroked my hand down his face. “I need you.”

As his thin frame settled between my thighs his eyes bore down into mine, soft and full of comfort even through the endlessness of his lust. He lined himself up with my entrance and slowly began to push in. One of his hands pressed into my hip, steading himself and me as he moved, the other cupped the back of my head, giving him the best access to tangle his tongue with mine, swallowing the noises I made. The more he pushed into me, the more noticeable the slight sting was. It wasn’t painful, not really, but the sensation of it was so new that it caused tears to fill my eyes. Morpheus paused a few times, kissing away my tears before moving again until his long, thick length was seated fully inside me.

He was perfectly still against me, breathing heavily down into my neck as I adjusted to him. My cunt squeezed him eagerly as the stinging began to fade, replaced by the pleasurable sensation of him. My chest was heaving as I wiggled my hips against him, the movement sending even more pleasure coursing through me. “Dream, move please.”

Keeping his movements slow and gentle he complied, setting a steady pace as my legs wound around his waist. God it felt so good. His breathy, quiet moans against me filled my head with pure bliss as I slowly began to rock against him, the pace quickening. “Y/n.”

My head fell back onto the mattress as Morpheus moved his other hand to my hips, holding me tightly. It was all too much, the tightening of the coil in my gut, the way he moaned my name, the feeling of him pushing into me. There was so much love filling the space between us, and I couldn't help the words that tumbled from my mouth. "I love you," I gasped, my eyes closing tightly. "I can't wait to have your children, to start our family."

Everything stilled for a moment and Morpheus touched my face, coaching my eyes open. "Do you mean that?"

"Of course," I breathed. "There's nothing I want more."

His chest heaved and his grip on my hip tightened. He dropped his head to my throat. "Fuck. I wanted to be gentle with you, but… God you don't know what you do to me."

His teeth locked around my neck, sucking a deep hickey into the skin. I moaned even louder than before, hands grabbing at him as he continued to do it again and again. "Please, Morpheus!"

"What do you want?" He asked roughly.

"Fuck me," I murrmered, nails hitting into his arms. "Come inside me, put a baby in me."

Without warning he lifted a leg over his shoulder and began truly fucking into me, his hands squeezing and groping me as he lost himself to my words. I writhed and moaned beneath him, my hands holding onto him for dear life as he pulled another orgasm from me, not stilling or slowing at all as he chased his own, bringing me right back into the throws of another. His hand slid up my stomach. "You're going to look so beautiful pregnant."

Oh god! I whined internally, all my capabilities to speak long gone as his hips began to stutter and he held me tightly against him, pushing his hot come deep inside me before collapsing on top of me.

As we lay tangled together, my fingers running through his hair and kissing lips pressing against my skin, I couldn't help but feel happy. This was all I'd ever wanted, all I ever could have hoped for. His head lifted and his beautiful starry eyes met mine. Forever was going to be a very happy place.

***

Dream walked the paths of Fiddlers Green, following the sounds of laughter to the small pond where his beautiful wife sat in the tall grass, soaking up the sunshine and the little girl with messy raven hair chased the butterflies with gleeful laughter. He moved to his wife's side, looking down at her with a smile. "There you two are."

She held her hand out, a silent request for his help in standing, one he answered instantly. Once she was on her feet she moved to press a kiss to his lips, falling short by a few inches. She sighed and looked up at him with a pout. The roundness of her belly made reaching up to kiss him difficult, but it made Dreams heart soar as hell lowered himself to kiss her. "Hello, my darling."

"Hello, my love," he answered, rubbing a soothing hand over her stomach, feeling the strong kicks of his child beneath his palm. "And hello to you little prince."

"He's growing restless," y/n warned fondly. "Not enough space for his tall little body."

"Soon he'll have all the space he needs," Dream assured her with a wide smile.

"Daddy!" His daughter leapt up in between them and into his arms, holding him tightly in her grasp. "Come see the butterflies! They're super quick so you gotta go slow and slow and slow until you get close enough to jump!"

He chuckled, allowing the tiny girl to drag him toward the insects. As she watched them he watched her, his heart full for the first time in eons. Forever was no longer cold and lonely, but bright and hopeful. He kissed his daughter's head and smiled at his beautiful y/n. Forever was a happy place indeed.

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Wait for me till the end of time

Chapter 2

Part 1 Part 3

Warnings-none, unless you want to count arson

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Y/n was locked away in her room planning and plotting for the last three days. Only coming out for food. Not very suspicious behavior for her. She stopped spending time with the residents of this house long ago.

Trying to figure out how to help the sandman escape. Without anyone knowing or finding out about her plans. She had scrapped many mental plans for his escape. Settling on making a diversion. A diversion big enough to attract everyone in the house. Having never gotten attached to the house she was brought up in. She settled on arson. Some might think it was a little excessive but that’s what she had settled on.

It was around 3 am when y/n quietly stepped out of her room tip toeing down the stairs do the main floor. Trying not to make any noise while gathering the supplies for her plan. She knew if she was caught. Her father might just end her life. She was not taking any chances she still had to help the sand man.

She grabbed an old oil lap from the kitchen placing it beside a flag of some sort. Not really caring what it was. All she knew is that it looked very flammable. Y/n took a deep breath as she lit the match. Staring deeply into the lit flaming. Silently hoping she wasn’t making the wrong choice. Silently hoping her brother Alex got out unharmed. With one last deep breath she lit the oil. Watching as the bring orange flames quickly set the flag on fire and spread like a dancing wild fire.

A few seconds the fire was everywhere. She heard people waking as they smelt the smoke. She heard the panicked running feet of the house’s residences for the night and the exclaimed voices yelling about the fire. She Quickly ran to hide near the basement door. Taking her chance to slip behind the guards into the basement when they appeared from the door.

Breathlessly running into the basement and locking eyes with dream. He was sat up right in his glass cage seemingly interested in the chaos up stairs. Running to him as quickly as she could. Pressing her open palm to the glass she spoke hurriedly. “I promised you I was going to release you, and I meant it. I’m not one to break promises. Now please tell me how to get you out” she followed his eyes to the sigils. Getting the hint she scuffed the markings until the circle was no longer connected.

Both y/n and dream heard the guards stomping down the stairs. Their heads snapping towards the sounds. Y/n had not expected anyone to come back down to the basement. Counting on everyone to leave the house. She quickly hid behind a pillar still insight of dream, but hidden from the guards. Y/n closed her eyes and sunk down to a fetal position not wanting to see what the dream lord would do. She covered her ears upon hearing the gun shots. Never one for loud noises or violence.

All noise ceased as y/n had opened her eyes. Seeing the sandman crouched before her just as clad as he was in his cage. He finally spoke to her “Thank you y/n. Thank you for releasing me from my prison.” His voice was like anything els she had ever heard. His voice rattled through her bones, through her heart as if he was the very thing keeping her alive. “You need not fear me or anyone any longer. I will come back for you y/n. From here you will not age, will not get sick, will not die I will make sure of it. Just wait for me” he gently touched her face as if like a silent promise y/n could not yet to understand. Y/n couldn’t help but lean into his palm his cold skin such a change to her burning skin. Their eyes bordering into each other’s. The sandman began to pull away only to be stopped when y/n grabbed his wrist. “Tell me one that thing before you go please.” She took a deep shakey breath before speaking again “What is your name?”

And with that Y/n slowly drifted off to sleep only to wake by her brothers rough shaking of her shoulders. Hey eyes snapped open alert. She quickly glanced around the room. When seeing no one was there other than them and the shattered glass of the sandman’s once prison. She relaxed her heart and mind light.

She then realized she had truly made the right decision. Not caring about anything els I’m that moment

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Broken Dreams-The Corinthian x (Endless) Reader

Summary: You are Dream's twin sister, you and you're brother work side by side, he asks you to fetch for the Corinthian which whom you have a complicated relationship with. Just when you are about to do as told you find yourself being trapped underground of a building.

(Finished the first episode of The Sandman and this came to my mind. What if it were you being trapped in the glass sphere instead of Dream. Don't worry I'll be writing for Dream too soon.)

In the waking world, which humanity insists on calling the real world… as if your dreams have no effect upon the choices you make. You mortals go about your work, your loves, your wars, as if your waking lives are all that matter. But there is another life which awaits you when you close your eyes… and enter my realm.

For I am the Queen of Dreams… My brother of Nightmares.

We keep balance between our world and the rest, it seemed like we were destined for this since we can't live without the other, though we constantly fight and argue we must put those aside for the realms.

"Are you sure you'll be able to do this?" I heard the low voice of my brother ask me again. He was hidden in the shadows with only a twinkle of his eyes being seen from where I was sitting.

"When have I failed you?" I huffed looking away and out towards the window. Where our beautiful realm resides.

I provide lovely dreams for everyone while my brother creates nightmares. Though the thought and sound of it may terrify, it is necessary. We are two different people but often times were considered as one. Dream.

That's what they also call me just like him. He takes his job more seriously than I do since I love seeing the outside world and being away from him, says I'm too naive for the real world…

My brother created a nightmare long ago. A tall blonde man that wears glasses often, never taking them off. He's simply known as the Corinthian.

Maybe it was me being naive like my brother or because I never had anyone else than Dream to talk to, about my life, my feelings, everything. I began to see Corinthian as more as a friend as time went by.

Dream wasn't pleased when he found out about my friendship with his Nightmare. That only made him more protective towards me, keeping me locked up in the castle with his raven, but I always found a way to escape and have some fun on my own.

Today he sent me with his ruby, pouch of sand and helm. Dream from the far corner said, "I must attend some important matters. I trust that you'll be back safe."

I simply nodded my head and left now appearing what seemed like the back of an alley. And unconscious man was playing on the ground beside a car and a man in a suit right next to him, "Corinthian.." I spoke clearly.

"My brother's creations stay in The Dreaming. They do not walk amongst the living, killing mortals for pleasure. Wouldn't you agree?"

The man before me sighed and stood up straight before he turned to look at me with a small smirk across his lips.

"Isn't this why he created me? Lady Dream?"

I sighed relieved when I saw the unconscious man was still breathing. "I've told you to call me (Y/N). I'm not my brother." I said taking off my brother's helm to reveal my face.

"Indeed you aren't. You are better a lot more sympathetic and better looking then him." I scoffed rolling my eyes when I noticed him circling around me until he offered me his hand.

"A Dream of The Endless with a Nightmare who would've thought?" He said still with a smirk now making me twirl around him until he caught me again and looking right at me, though not making me see him through his dark glasses.

I felt his hand brush on my jet black hair and down my pale skin. "Times are changing." I shrugged holding onto him close and checking back to see the full moon.

"Such a beautiful sight isn't it?" I smiled lightly nodding my head and glancing back to see Corinthian looking down at me, "I'm being serious, (Y/N,)."

We'll never be happy like this if we keep hiding. I forced a small smile across my lips and stared back at him, "Won't you please come with me? I'm sure.. maybe he'll understand-"

The Corinthian frowned and shook his head once. "If he wants to personally see me then he'll have to stop working. Why don't you tell him that?"

I took a small step forward again and nodded, "I'm sure he won't be pleased again, but, I'll simply tell him that you escaped."

The tall blonde man simply smirked again and with both hands he grabbed my face and placed a kiss on my lips before pulling back quick, "That's my little Dream."

Then everything seemed to go in slow motion, I found myself becoming transparent and without the sand I began to travel elsewhere. I landed with a thud at an unfamiliar place, my body was aching and I had difficulty breathing.

I heard several voices around me my vision was still blurry for a bit but I felt people taking my brother's belongings and undressing me completely.

"Alex! Get that pouch for me. But be careful. Don't break the binding circle…Hmm. Sand. Now the jewel. There…Good. Well, let's see what other treasures you have for us. The bird!" The voice of an old man said when a bird began to caw.

My brothers raven.

My vision went back to normal, I stood up and glared when I saw around me, men various of them staring back at me in awe and afraid.

Where the hell am I?

By the following morning I was powerless, trapped by a spell cast by an amateur with no concern for the damage he had done to my realm and to his own. For the following morning, there were some sleepers who could not wake up.

"Good morning, Magus."

Magus was surprised to see a tall young man right outside his home, wearing a suit perfectly suiting his outfit and pair of dark sunglasses. The older man was confused and questioned the blonde man's motive.

"Do I know you?"

The man with sunglasses smirked and kept his eyes on the older man. "No, but I know all about you, Roderick, and the being you've trapped in your cellar."

"Blackmail then, is it? A shakedown?" Set the older man being slightly afraid and taken back by the revelation.

That's seemingly younger man shook his head. "Not at all. I'm here to help you. You're gonna need all the help you can get. There are benefits to keeping one of The Endless close."

"The Endless?"

"Did you think Death was the only one in charge? The Reaper has family, you know. Desire, Destiny, Despair…"

"Which one have I got then?" The older man asked.

"Dream." Answered the other man with another smirk. "Well sorta." He said knowing both siblings in charge of Dreams are referred as simply one being.

This made Magus scoff, "What's the good of a god who governs dreams?"

"Not a god. More than a god. And are men not governed by their dreams? You've taken her vestments? The ruby, the pouch and the helm? They can lend you an aspect of her power."

The blonde sniffed and kept looking around the place, "Extend your lifespan, allow you to manipulate others. But you must ensure that she never escapes. The binding circle is intact. The circle will not be enough. You must construct a sphere of glass inside the circle to contain Dream's physical manifestation. No one must be allowed to fall asleep in her presence, no one, or she will escape into your dreams. And you don't want that. There are Forced March tablets. Stimulants used to keep trench soldiers awake. See that your guards use them at all times. "

"Um… Why are you helping me? What… what is she to you?"

"Well, you could say that she made me what I am today. And if she ever gets free, she could take it all back…We're being observed."

"What? There's nobody here."

A familiar bird began to caw once it was spotted by the two men. "Well, you'll have to deal with that one. Her name is Jessamy. She belongs to her brother. Best of luck… to the both of us."

"Will I see you again?"

"You should hope not."

"Are you awake? Are you listening?"

I had remained still and silence not moving an inch from the position I was in, I was hugging my legs close to my chest, trying my very best to cover myself and from the cold. I kept on ignoring the man not daring to utter a word. Maybe this is the reason why Dream always kept me locked inside of our home, I was out of danger.

For many years I always wanted to explore more of the world and know more about mortal humans since I always heard that they were selfish beings, now I know that continues to be true.

"I know who you are… Dream of The Endless. I captured you according to the laws of magic. But it wasn't you I wanted. I wanted Death to return my son Randall, who died in the Gallipoli Campaign. If you give him back to me, alive and well, I'll release you. Is that in your power, Lord of Dreams? No, I suppose not. So, then, what can you give me? If I let you go, if I promise to give you back your things. What, power? Wealth? Immortality? Hmm?"

I simply kept on looking straight and tried to block his words. Fighting back the tears that kept on forming in my eyes.

"Is there nothing you can offer me? Well, have it your way then. And until you're ready to speak, I'll enjoy the gifts you've already given me."

Day after day, he pleaded for gifts that are not mankind's to receive nor mine to give. So I remained silent for ten years.

Tough my presence there remained a secret, my brother's ruby, sand and helm brought youth and prosperity to Roderick Burgess and his followers. But for the rest of the world, the suffering continued...

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