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oliviasph · 2 years

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Destroy

summary || The reader, goddess of destruction, and morpheus were once a couple but broke up. After his captivity Dream wants to make up everything, but y/n has changed since then...

pairing || Morpheus x Goddess!Reader

word count || so far 4,077

warnings || none

a/n || soo this is the first fanfiction I have ever written and Im not a native so please be friendly :))) Also this was originally planned as a oneshot but now Im thinking about writing more partss, lets see how y`all like it. Have fun reading :))

Morpheus:

His eyelids were heavy from all his time in prison. He had shut down his brain a long while ago, not hoping for a chance of escape anymore. Morpheus felt numb, numb from the emptiness, which had taken over his body. He even felt kind of relieved when he finally lost the hope for rescue. Hope was fuelled by power and he ran out of power quickly, especially without his tools. At the end, just the thought of you, y/n, kept him believing. But even this thought couldn’t stop the cold which was waiting to creep into his bones. The numbness let him to a sort of sleep, forgetting the world around him. He didn’t even notice Alex, Roderick Burgess son, came down the stairs to his lockup trying to talk to Morpheus. The numbness helped Dream.

But throughout the years his guards got lazy. Decades ago, when Roderick Burgess was still alive he made sure all guards watching him, the Lord of Dreams, took their anti sleeping pills, so they won’t fall asleep in Morpheus presence. He inculcated them with being extremely careful and attentive. Because of the threatening things the dreamlord would do to them if they won’t.

But through the years the message got lost. Some of the guards even thought to themselves that all this was kind of a big joke. Guarding a naked man who was captured in a huge glass ball. But they wouldn’t complain since the salary was so high. And the day came when one of his keepers got too lazy and fell asleep while watching Morpheus. It was just a little, insignificant second but for Morpheus it meant a way to escape his glass jail.

As the guard fell asleep Morpheus didn’t realise it as fast as he would have in the past. His senses were rusted from the time they hadn’t been used. Nevertheless Morpheus managed to get into the mans mind. The guard dreamed of the trip to the beach he and his wife was going to make, even though he was paying more attention to the young girls playing volleyball in their Bikinis. The guard licked his lips, he liked those girls. But Morpheus had to focus.

He hadn’t been in anyones dreams for so long now, it was hard for him to concentrate. The sun was burning in his eyes, the cellar had been dark, no little beam of light had found its way down there. He stood up feeling sand under his feet. A strange feeling compared to the hard underground in the glass–sphere. Soft but grainy. He cleared his clouded mind and focused on the guard. Morpheus found his way into the guards mind and quickly took control over his body.

Awakening in his new vessel Morpheus raised his head and opened his eyes. He took a look on the right side of his belt and lifted up the gun. Walking straight to a point where he had clear ground to shoot at his cage.

Morpheus saw himself laying there, he didn’t change at all. He looked exactly like that day he got captured and also one other thing didn’t change. His love for you. Y/n. He hadn’t seen you in over a 120 years and it ripped him apart. Still, he had to free himself first.

He awakened from his trance and pulled the trigger. He shot at least 12 times at the glass sphere in which he had been captured. The cracking glass felt like music to his ears. Soon it was going to burst. Only then the other guards noticed what was going on. But it was too late.

He felt the other keepers start shooting at his Vessel, but Morpheus was by now back on the way to his own body. With a deep breath he opened his eyes, his own eyes. His view changed, Morpheus saw the man who had been his vessel until a few moments ago laying down on the floor. He must have been shot at least 6 times. Too much for the weak body.

As Morpheus stood up out of the shattered glass he thought a second about sparing the other guards - but no - those people were also responsible for his decades of suffering. He would show them as much mercy as they showed him. He killed them.

Right about that moment Alex Burgess came down the stairs. Morpheus was looking forward to his revenge. He would have preferred his Father Roderick, but due to the fact that Roderick Burgess was already dead he had to take potluck with the son. As Alex saw him standing upright he immediately started to beg not to hurt him or his husband. But Morpheus’ grace for this family was long gone, so he cursed Alex with a century of sleep. Now they were even. Morpheus felt better. Jessamy was revenged.

Dream went out of the building and his thoughts rushed over to you. Where were you? Last time he saw you, you two had this all destroying fight. No wonder since he fell in love with Destroy herself. But you never liked that name, you always preferred to be called y/n. Nevertheless this fight had been something different than your other ones. You two had the wildest fights but this one went deeper. Way deeper than the previous ones. He had really hurt you.

At this time he would aways wander through mortals dreams. He had slighted you so much you thought of him cheating. When you tried to speak to him he wouldn’t listen. Wether he turned you down or just disappeared. Now Morpheus didn’t even knew the reason for that. He had treated you like an annoying bug. How stupid he felt now thinking about his immature manner.

Flashback:

Y/n: >>No Morpheus, I don’t think you understand. Im not fucking jealous but obviously you like spending time with some girls in their dreams more than spending time with me here, in reality. But you would never listen to me anyway.<<

Morpheus: >>Y/n thats not the way you’ll be talking to me. You’ll show me respect. <<

Y/n: >>Yeah I see, the great Morpheus wants respect. For once listen to me. You don’t even react to anything I say. I know exactly that you’re cheating on me. For Destiny’s sake, just admit it. <<

Morpheus: >>I wont do this anymore. Your childish behaviour is ridiculous. <<

*Morpheus turns to the door and is on his way to leave*

Y/n: >>Childish? Me? Who’s running away all the time I’m trying to have a normal conversation with him? It’s not me!

Morpheus: >>I am done. This conversation is over.<<

*Morpheus stands right in the doorway*

Y/n: >>Fine. But Morpheus, I warn you. If you walk out that door its over. For all times and forever. I won’t forgive you, not this time. I can’t do this fucking bullshit with you anymore. <<

*Morpheus leaves*

Morpheus:

Even though he walked out that door, there was no day passing he didn’t think about you. Your beaming smile, your y/h/c hair that almost seemed to burn when you got angry, your y/e/c green eyes with y/s/c sprinkles, your freckles you used to hate that much, or your dimples that came out when you smiled, he didn’t even know what he missed the most. It was tearing him apart, not being able to take you in his arms. Although he couldn’t even remember the last time he had actually hugged you. It felt millennials ago. Lucienne, who was kind of best friends with you always said you would bring out his softer side. Banishing all of his dark thoughts and memories. He used to think of this comment as silly but remembering it now, Morpheus realised, Lucienne was right. You had this effect on him. In this moment he missed you more than ever. But there was a huge catch on winning your heart back.

Lucifer, the queen of hell, always wanted the Dreaming to become part of hell. She didn’t like the fact that there were other powerful realms besides hell. So a few months after Morpheus and you broke up, Lucifer came, kidnapped you into hell and imprisoned you. She made Morpheus an offer. Lucifer would give him you back if he would let the Dreaming become part of hell. But at this time Morpheus was still so mad at you he didn’t even thought of rescuing you out of devils fangs. Actually he wanted you to burn in hell.

Thinking about it now, led shivers down his spine. How long were you captured down there? How much did you have to suffer because of him and his arrogant foolishness? Were you still down there or did you manage to escape on your own? He could only imagine how angry you were. Even in those days back you were highly explosive. If he was honest to himself he liked your temper. In fact, he loved it. You were kinda cute when you got angry. Morpheus would often provoke you on purpose knowing full you’d loose it. Often after those little fights the atmosphere was electrified from the sexual tension which loaded as if by itself during the argument. You looked deep into each other’s eyes both well knowing how turned on you were.

What was he even thinking, he was still head over heels for you. Even after over a hundred years.

Yet, he had to return to the Dreaming first.

As he woke up he laid on the sandy ground in front of the gates leading to the Dreaming. Lucienne knelt next to him and asked if he was okay.

>>I am okay Lucienne<< he let out. >>My Lord, I knew you would return. Im so glad you’re finally here << she said relieved. He stood up, still on wobbling knees, Lucienne looked into his eyes. He could see there was something wrong. >>My Lord, she started, the Dreaming is not the same you left…<< Concern started to float his body, Lucienne was right he could feel it, something was entirely wrong. They walked through the gate which led them into the realm. His realm. But the landscape he was looking at right now, had nothing to do with the one he remembered. His Palace, a ruin, nothing more left than pieces.

As Lucienne and Morpheus walked further he got more and more conscious of the damage his absence had done to the Dreaming. >>Lucienne, where are all my dreams and nightmares?<<, he asked. She hesitated, >>Im afraid, they’re all gone Sir<<. >>What are you telling me? Do you all have so little trust in me? So little faith?<<, he shuddered. >>Not me my Lord, I never left. I knew you would return. <<, she answered. She was right, she was not the one he had to blame. >>I have to go back, Lucienne. My tools, they were stolen from me, by my capturer. I need them to restore the Dreaming. I’m too weak now.<< Lucienne wanted to stop him but he knew exactly what to do.

His thoughts drifted over to you once again. Restoring his powers was not the only reason he wanted to go back to the mortal world. He couldn’t feel you in his realm and in his siblings realms you weren’t as well. Only one place was left. The earth.

Finding his sand wasn’t a big deal, a mortal, he knew one of her ancestors, stored it and he could get it without big effort. Even though one thing was not to his satisfaction. Lucienne insisted on Morpheus taking a raven with him. He didn’t want to. Jessamys loss was too painful. He didn’t want to risk experiencing something similar. But somehow Lucienne managed to persuade him. The ravens name was Matthew. Dream didn’t like him. He chattered too much and he wouldn’t take Morpheus commands. Something the Lord of Dreams could barely stand.

His helmet, Morpheus also found easily, some demon in hell stole it, but battling him the demon failed miserably. Beating the king of Dreams, Morpheus snorted, how could this stupid creature even think of it. Ridiculous…

The last thing was more tricky. Morpheus had to find his ruby. He could feel it was used and the trace led Dream to a little town. A human had started to use the ruby and had altered it, so it was only to his own use. A stupid mortal who couldn’t even think of the power the Amulett possessed. Embarrassing. As he tried to use it against Morpheus the ruby overloaded itself and shattered into a thousand pieces. Morpheus felt power flooding his whole body, he nearly got overwhelmed by it. Dream had forgotten how much of his power he had stored in this stone and as it exploded all its inherent power was drawn back to Morpheus. He sighed in relieve. Now that he got all his tools back - you would always call them toys to devil him - he could finally face the craving pain in his heart. Without his tools he could have lived. But without you?

Impossible.

After restoring the Dreaming he immediately returned to London to search for you. Lucienne told him, she had got a feeling you were there too. As he and Matthew walked down a street they passed a huge television wall. At first he didn’t pay attention but then a little glimpse caught his sight. He instantly stopped. His whole body froze. It felt like his heart was not working anymore. He felt powerless again. >>Boss? You’re okay?<<, Matthew asked. But he couldn’t answer. There were you, it was a live stream from a kind of concert hall. You stood in a middle of a huge crowd of people, looking gorgeous and singing into a microphone. He couldn’t and a small smile curled up his lips. Matthew was croaking excitedly. >>Its her boss, isn’t it? The girl we are searching for. What was her name again?<<.

>>Y/n. Thats her name. << he replied abstracted. He was hypnotised by your look even if he could barely see you since the TV quality was so awful. He startled from his trance. >>We should go, Matthew<< he uttered under his breath. Morpheus let his sand rill through his hand and teleported him and his Raven to the concert hall. The moment he saw you on the display, he knew exactly where you were. He could sense you.

Dream teleported Matthew and him directly into the concert hall, front row. You were only a few metres away. Morpheus felt his blood pumping even faster through his veins. >>Beautiful.<< Matthew breathed. >>Indeed she is.<< M orpheus whispered back. All this years in prison he had never forgotten your face but seeing you in real life again was nothing to check against each other.

Your appearance in general didn’t change, same ripe lips, same graceful figure.

Back then, when he had seen you the last time you wore your hair in a more traditional way. Now it was longer, maybe a few inches more than your shoulder. Your y/h/c hair glistening like copper/… was middle parted and sleek. Tucked behind your ears with hair clips. The black dress you wore let a lustred feeling rise up in him. His eyes wandered over your body. It fitted you perfectly. It was tight with long sleeves and a u-cutout. It caressed your curves in just the right way. Puzzled because you looked taller he reached his view down to your feet. You wore black platform–heels stretching your already long legs even more. The heels were from Prada, Dream didn’t knew it himself, but Matthew told him so, he must have been some sort of a fashionista in his mortal life. Plus, you always had a penchant for luxury brands. Morpheus was completely lost in thought as a sparkle on your cleavage caught his attention. Morpheus hesitated, could it be possible? He sharpened his sight and stared in incomprehension. In the mole right between your collarbones a little ruby heart gleamed. His ruby heart. This was the necklace he gave to you on the day you had been together for 150 years. It was something extremely precious and important for the both of you. He gave it to you as a proof for his everlasting love. He didn’t thought you would still wear it. Slowly Morpheus let his sight glide upwards until his eyes finally met yours.

A/n: The next part is inspired by a song. The idea for this story came to me as I listened to it, so to feel the atmosphere perfectly I recommend listening to World War 3 by Ruth B while reading ;)

Y/n:

You just started singing the next song. It was named World War 3. This song was special. It really meant something to you. You wrote it after you escaped hell and it expressed your mood perfectly. It did then and it still did. Your burning anger didn’t decrease a bit, even though you knew exactly it wasn’t just anger making you feel like starting world war three, a huge part took sadness.

You were sad because Morpheus didn’t come to rescue you, even though the word sad could barely express how you felt in reality. In fact no word was able to. You were heart broken, you were heart broken since the day you separated. Well, apparently that was how you felt in the first 50 years. At some point your despair transformed into sheer hatred. Your wish was to hurt Morpheus as much he did hurt you and even more. Desire had to be happy about that. She was seeking to fuck up the Lord of Dreams all along.

Nevertheless, your friends, yes you actually did find ones on earth, always told you time would heal your wound, but they didn’t know the full truth. Anyway what were you supposed to do? Just say >> Hey guys, by the way I am one of the Endless. I am Destroy, the goddess of destruction. Just wanted to tell you this quickly, so there aren’t any secrets between us.<< They would have run away immediately. And you were so grateful for a little normality in your life.

Lovesickness worked different on gods and there was only one person who was able to fill the emptiness in your heart. But Morpheus did leave you, he didn’t want you anymore. The darkness, the hate for Morpheus had brought to you, helped you move on directly.

As you raised your sight to the audience you started to sing the chorus of World War 3. Those words stemmed from your deepest feelings, hopes, wishes… and dreams.

Dream?

No-your head was bristling itself against what you were seeing. It was him but it couldn’t be, could it? As your eyes locked your feelings almost overmastered you. Consuming rage overtook your brain. How could he even have the audacity appearing out of nowhere at YOUR concert after all HE did to you. You let all your sudden fury flow in your words and you sang:

You, you meant the world to me

Then you went World War Three

You stared into his eyes, his deep blue eyes. You could see him realising what the words you were singing meant. He knew it was him the song was about.

You, you love so mercilessly

And left me out to bleed

Flashbacks flooded your mind. You in hell, crying out in pain, blood rinsing down your whole body, hopeless and desperate. And it was all his fault.

In hell, Lucifer had found herself a hobby in torturing you. Though the fact that caused you the biggest pain was that Morpheus didn’t come for you. Once every week Lucifer would come down into your cell and with a devilish smile she would let you know that Morpheus didn’t make a move to free you. In any way.

I don’t get why

We’re meant to fall in love, then say goodbye

Gave you all my heart and all my precious time

A wordless conversation was going on between you. You knew, blank anger was written all over your face. Morpheus was only staring at you. No expression to be seen. Suddenly a little blink in his eye caught your attention. A blink of - what was this? But a moment later the glimpse of emotion was gone. Morpheus had rise his guard up again, his stone mask covered his face again and blocked your way to his feelings.

Eventually you decided not to pay attention to him for the rest of the concert because the hate that had built up for so long and an old-new feeling fought inside you. It took a moment for you to realise it was longing. Within the second you identified it the feeling was gone again. The hate had won. As usual.

After the concert ended you were exhausted. Your fans just didn’t want to let you go. You ended up performing three more songs than planned. When you left the stage your state of mind was split. On the on hand you were glad about finally escaping Morpheus piercing blue eyes, on the other hand you were damn curious why he decided to show up at your gig. This caused you headache. >>Fucking idiot.<< you murmured to yourself.

>>I know. I know I am a fool, y/n.<< a familiar voice answered behind you. You turned around and despite the fact you already knew who was speaking it still made your heart bounce in your chest. >>Y/n- <<, Morpheus said still whispering. You could tell being so close to you after all these years was as intense for him as it was to you. The air was crackling between you. You had forgotten which reaction his presence evoked in you. You didn’t know how long you just stood there staring at each other not being able to say a single word. You blinked rapidly as you startled out of your trance trying to get rid of the prickling on your skin.

You broke the silence first, >>Morpheus, what the hell are you doing in here?<< you questioned. He seemed to reorganise his thoughts until he responded >>I was searching for you, Y/n/n.<< Seriously? Now he was calling you that? >>You are not allowed to call me that anymore.<< you answered. >>I am sorry.<<, he paused. Now you were getting upset, it was the same thing as ever. You had to pull the words out of him. >>Listen, I have got nothing to discuss with you, so if you won’t tell me what you want, I propose you leave now.<< you told him coldly, anxious not to let him hear the tiniest hint of your real emotions in your voice.

Morpheus:

Morpheus heard your words echoing in his ears, he expected you to be outrageous, like you always were after fights. He expected you to yell at him, maybe throw things at him but this coldness was new. You appeared hardened like you gave less than shit on his words.

With this reaction you caught him completely off guard and this was happening rarely. Panic slowly began to creep up his throat, what if you actually were over him, didn’t love him anymore. Only the thought of it nearly destroyed him. He couldn’t think of a world without you in his life.

Not until you turned to leave he remembered he had to answer you. Getting here he thought you would scream at him and you two would fight, which would have showed him you were still in love with him as well and he would confess too. But now the tables had turned, he wasn’t sure if he still had your heart. Yeah, the time as a prisoner made him more human, nicer, as Matthew would say, but he was still Dream of the Endless and he wouldn’t be rejected.

>>I need to talk to you.<< he said, now steady again. >>Yeah, no shit Sherlock.<< you scoffed at him. Watching and waiting for him to continue. He was shocked by your harsh tone. Back then he would have disciplined you for that. No one had been allowed to speak to the King of Dreams this way. But who could blame you? As time had changed him, it obviously changed you too…

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