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Hopes and Dreams
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Artist credit: https://www.artstation.com/artwork/VB0PN
Summary: you are a new Goddess: Hope. You were made for one of the Endless siblings if not all of them, and humanity. You must figure out which sibling you were made for. But what if they don’t want you?
In this chapter, you are alone after Dream leaves you at the theater. You come across two of his siblings; these Endless are not known for their kindness...
Pairing: Dream of the Endless x F!Goddess Reader, Dream x OC Reader  
Warning: blood, self harm (Despair), cuts, angst, whump, tense situation
Word Count: 2544
Note: This is a continuation series; I’m not sure how long it will be
Masterlist
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Seven
Part Six: The Twins
I walked slowly down the alley, away from the humans and the theater. I made myself no longer visible to them. I changed my clothes back into my usual white loose gown. The fabric blew in the wind as I stood near the sea. I stared at the water and debated if I would go home to the Dreaming or visit Death’s realm tonight. Or maybe I should just stay here in the human realm. 
I regretted the words as soon as I said them: Oh, King of Dreams, you cannot lie to me. I see your Hope and Pain just as clear as anyone else. 
I wanted to swallow them back into my mouth after I said them. Dream claimed he did not have friends, that he did not need nor want the distraction. I knew he felt this way. But I thought perhaps after all our time working together that he would grow at least a semblance of care for me. 
Maybe it was just not a thing the King voiced. Because I knew that the King of Dreams had friendships. He had Death, Lucienne, Merv, and even that human man Hob. He could claim that Death was just his sister, that Lucienne and Merv were just his servants, or that Hob was just an experiment. But I felt the Hope underneath his words. He Hoped for friends, for companionship. For love. 
But it felt as though he was determined to snuff that Hope out. He rejected it each day. And I threw that feeling in his face. 
I crossed my arms, as goosebumps rose on my flesh. A sudden chill in the air. A beautiful person stood next to me that smelled of fresh summer peaches. 
Lightly the person reached up and trailed the goosebumps along my arm, quickly I pulled my arm away. 
“My, my. You are a gorgeous thing,” The words rolled from the person’s mouth, husky and seductive. 
My eyes rose to meet theirs. And just as I thought: pure molten gold. 
“Hello, Desire,” I said, taking a step back from them. 
Desire’s eyes flashed when I said their name like they wanted me to repeat it over and over. Like they wanted me to scream it, moan it. 
“I have heard so much about you, my dove, my gift,” Desire said, taking a step closer to me. 
I shook my head, a small smile on my face, as a small shred of fear coursed through my veins, “I do not know which of you siblings I was made for, Desire. I am not claimed yet.”
Desire reached a long fingernailed digit under my chin, “I look at you; I look at your beauty, and I know you were made for me. Such a creature could only be made for Desire.” 
I bit the inside of my cheek, unsure of what I should do. I knew from Death how cruel Desire could be. So, I said nothing. 
“Death and Dream have been keeping you all to themselves. Of course, they would, they knew how much I would covet you, my dove. My siblings are often selfish creatures. But I am not; I will share, isn’t that right, my beautiful sister?” Desire said, looking over my shoulder.
I quickly turned and saw Despair behind me. Her body was on full display, and her hair was greasy and knotted. A hooked ring was the only article she wore. And instead of decorating her body with clothing, she decorated it with blood, and long cuts she gave herself from the hooked ring. I took a steadying breath as the Pain in me lurched as I looked at her. It was as though my powers had the urge to dig into her skin like her hook, make Despair feel the Pain that she craved. 
Desire stroked my arm, “I feel how your power calls to us. You were made for us, for the Endless Twins. A breathtaking Goddess of Hope and Pain, created for the Endless of Desire and Despair. We deserve time with you, my dove, my gift.”
I shook my head, “I am residing at the Dreaming. I am a current citizen of the realm, of King Morpheus.” 
“Morpheus has had you long enough, my pet!” Desire’s tone changed in a matter of a second before they were soft and husky, but the huskiness turned to ash on their tongue. Desire gripped my arms hard enough for me to wince. They were so close to me that I didn’t realize how close Despair had gotten to me too. 
The short woman looked at me and tore into her own cheek. My power rose to the call of Pain. My eyes began to glow. Despair reached out her hook to my own face, as Desire held me still. 
Her eyes were dim, but there was a hidden excitement, as she dug her hook into my cheek. 
Anger filled my veins, as I tried to pull away, but Desire would not let me go. Despair sliced my cheek open from the apple of my cheek to the opening of my ear. My red blood poured out, hot and sticky, dripping on my white gown. 
She frowned at Desire, “She is so beautiful, our gift.”
My body shook with anger, “Desire, let me go. Now.”
In an instant Desire let me go, “I love when you play hard to get, my pet.”
“Think of all the Pain and Despair we could spread, gift. Think of all the things Desire could do with Hope,” Despair said, as she licked her hook clean of my blood. 
“I am late for an appointment with the King of Dreams, so if you both will excuse me,” I said, pulling away from them and fanning my wings. 
They both grabbed me, “If you do not come to us by the end of this year we will cause harm to the realm of Dreams. Morpheus will have to give you to us, or he will have myself, Despair, and Delirium to answer to. You are rightfully our property. You are rightfully mine.”
Desire said it as if it was a lighthearted joke like they hadn’t threatened the King of Dreams. 
Anger coursed through my veins, and my power surged. Twin swords bloomed in my hands. Made of golden flame. 
I rose them both to Desire and Despair’s necks, “You will not threaten the Dreaming. You will not threaten Morpheus. And you will not threaten me.”
Desire looked down at my sword and laughed, “How cute, Despair, our new pet has fangs.”
Despair looked me in the eye and gently rubbed her neck along my sword. She did not wince when my fire burned her skin. She moaned. 
“Go on, pet. Tell Morpheus that you are ours,” and for the first time in eons, Despair smiled. 
My power ached to dig in my sword, to make these creatures feel pain. But I knew that was not wise. These were rulers, these were beings above Gods ad Goddess. I could not harm them without consequence. 
So, I fanned out my wings, and flew faster than I ever had before. 
When I arrived at the Dreaming everything was quiet. Lucienne and Merv were nowhere to be found. And I scoured the castle for the King. But he too was nowhere to be found. Anger and frustration fuelled every step as I checked the last place I thought he could be. 
The black sands of the Dream’s beach were warm on my feet. I saw Dream’s hair first. He was bent over, designing a new Dream. 
“Leave,” he did not turn, he did not look at me. The anger faded into Pain in my chest. 
“Morpheus, please look at me,” I begged, my voice small and shaking.
Morpheus halted his work, but still did not turn around, “I do not wish for company. I am working.”
Tears of frustration stung my eyes, as I roughly moved the blood-crusted hair out of my face. 
“Look at me, Morpheus. I have to inform you about–”
“Inform Lucienne tomorrow. I am busy,” he said, clearly dismissing me. 
My power rose in my veins and the anger turned volcanic. My swords appeared in my hands once more, and this time I did not hesitate. 
I threw my sword with the force of ten thousand human men. It pierced the Dream that was not yet made directly in the chest. Directly where Morpheus was working. 
Morpheus froze. Shadows rippling faster and faster by the second. I did not cower as he turned. I stood tall and held my other sword in my hand. 
“Looks like your schedule has opened, my King,” I looked at him and smirked, my gift of Pain was pleased. 
Dream looked at me with darkness surrounding him, his eyes nearly black. But then his eyes fell on my face, finally, he looked at me. 
His eyes went wide; his nostrils flared. 
“You’re bleeding,” and in a moment he was before me, holding my face in his hands, examining the cut. “Who did this to you?”
I closed my eyes and took some deep breaths through my nose. I calmed my power, slowly. I drew back my swords, I drew back my Pain. 
“Desire and Despair claim that I was made for them. That I am their gift, their pet. They demand that you give them their property.”
Dream stood so still; I could mistake him for a statue. But then I felt it. Anger rippled off him, like an ocean tide crashing against a mountain. 
“Which one of my siblings mutilated you?” The words were dark and deep like he had barely been able to get them out of his chest. 
I shook my head, “It does not matter, Morpheus. They threatened the Dreaming. They said they would bring Delirium into it as well. Maybe if I just stayed with them for a few months they would realize I bring them no power. That I was not made for them.”
Dream clenched his jaw, “You will not go to them. You are under my rule. You are not their gift. You are mine.”
He said it like he cared for me like he wanted me to stay, like he truly wanted me as a gift. I could not help the laughter that bubbled in my throat. I laughed so hard my nose snorted and I was gasping for breath.
“Why are you laughing? This is no joking matter,” Dream said, ripping a piece of his shirt as he wiped my face. This only made me laugh harder. 
“It’s funny because you only now accept me as your gift because your siblings threaten to take me away. Like a toddler with its favorite toy.”
Dream scoffed, “You are not an object. You cannot be given or taken away. I resent that you said so. You are not property like they claim. You are entitled to your own decisions.”
“If I am entitled to my own decisions then let me go. Desire needs to see for themself having me will not grow power in their realm. I will not be gone long. I feel they will get bored of me quickly. I am just a new fascination that will burn out as quickly as it was lit.”
“Desire wants more power in their realm this is true, but what they want more is to take power from mine. They want to take what is mine from me,” Dream said, the darkness of his eyes turning to light. 
I stared into Dream’s eyes as he diligently tended to the gash on my face. 
I gripped his wrists and forced him to stop; I made him look at me, as I asked the question that had been burning in the back of my mind for years. 
“And am I yours, Dream?”
It was barely a whisper. I said it so quietly I wondered if I had just thought it. But Dream stepped back like I had slapped him. 
He shook his head, his dark hair falling in his face, “You don’t know…” 
“Morpheus, I need you to state your thoughts plainly. I cannot read your mind, Gods how I wish I could. Tell me what I am to you. Am I worth your Kingdom? Your realm? Because Desire is right. We are not certain who I am a gift for. And I am not worth starting a war for. I am not worth the Dreaming.”
Dream sharply inhaled, anger or shock displayed on his face. He took a step toward me and placed two fingers under my chin. 
The contact of his skin on mine was enough to make me shudder. He lightly pressed up on my chin, urging me to look him in the eyes. 
 “Let me state it plainly. You are under my rule, under my protection, and you are my gift. Not Destiny, not Death, not Destruction, not Despair, not Delirium, and certainly not Desire’s. You say you wish to read my mind, well here are my thoughts: My realm has never been more powerful, more beautiful. My citizens have never been happier. Humans have balance, peace, love, hope, and dreams. You say that you are not worth starting a war for, but I think there is no better reason to start a war than Hope. You were made for me, and I will fight for what is mine.”
My eyes were wide as I stared at him. I was at a loss for words. He said he stated it plainly, but I have more questions now than ever before. One rose to the tip of my tongue. One that I knew was a barbed thorn in my heart and mind. 
“Am I just your gift, Morpheus?” I braved reaching a hand to his cheek. I lightly cupped his face as I asked the question. The most intimate I’ve ever touched the Dream Lord in fifty years. 
Dream, to my surprise, leaned into the touch like he was dying and my hand was the key to salvation. 
His mouth opened and closed, and finally, he decided to say, “It is your function.”
Pain. 
Vicious pain. 
I am not an object he said, but being a gift is my function. My worth. My only meaning to him. As he said I am not his friend. And I certainly am not more...
I staggered away from him, his eyes looked hurt for a moment. Before that veil of blank indifference fell over his face. 
I was breathless, I wanted to move, I wanted to fly away. I wanted to talk to Death. I wanted to be anywhere but here. 
“I see,” I strangled the words from my throat like I ripped them from my own trachea. And I offered them to him, like the good gift I was. Bleeding, pathetic words. 
Dream grabbed my wrist just as I was about to flee the beach, “If you go to Desire without my permission, do not bother coming back to the Dreaming. Ever. Are we understood?”
I wanted to shout at him. I wanted to scream. 
But my trachea was torn and bleeding. I had no words left to offer him. So, I nodded. 
Like a good little gift.
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