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gonna have to stick with meme making, lol. That's the only thing I am good at

- Be me

*writes a fic*

- Is confident!

*Reads it again*

- "Wow, that's a bunch of garbage"

*Deletes the whole thing*

the (already) humiliated ones were humiliated again.

watching the sandman and i dont really like the attempts to humanise dream of the endless. like yeah he's cold and power hungry and doesn't care about humans or his subjects beyond how they serve him. he's literally dreams manifested, why should he? some rude man kept him in a goldfish bowl in his basement for a hundred years, he deserves to fuck up all the people who helped continue that cruelty. i don't need or want god like beings to be kind or human or thoughtful. theyre not human, that's the point.

the GazettE 20th ANNIVERSARY -HERESY- (WOWOWライブ 2022.08.11)

I'm working on a new piece! I suppose it will come out this weekend.

I tried to make it extra fluffy, but i'm way too goth for that lol.

Feel free to request, btw!

(i don't write smut. Anything else is game on)

She's just so... ah

"There is a fun, flippant side to me, of course, but I would much rather be known as the Ice Queen.”

Siouxsie Sioux

Morpheus listens to My chemical romance. Trust me.

nightwing but he has a lil dangly earring because I’ve decided to be the change I wish to see in the world

Wanted to actually draw something but then I couldn’t get this idea out of my head. And yes, that is dick Grayson Robin 100000%

ℌ𝔬𝔭𝔢: 𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔭𝔥𝔢𝔲𝔰 𝔵 𝔉𝔢𝔪!ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

Chapter One: Loneliness

next chapter

credit goes to: @nebulosa-reina @boobalaloosa-simblr simblr for coming up with this

«warning: abuse: blood: murder: death: the occult: nudity: angst»

‘We begin….in the waking world which humanity insists on calling the real world…’

A girl with (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes, laid underneath a tree in the garden. Not fazed by the sun’s rays touching her skin, as she loved feelings it’s warm embrace.

‘as if your dreams have no effect upon the choices you make.’

She laid there on the blanket. Sketchbook by her side as she laid there eyes closed. Her favorite doll in one hand holding it close to her heart. The doll her older brother Randall gave her before he left.

‘You mortals go about your work, your loves, your wars, as if your waking lives are all that matter.’

A smile grew across her lips as she laid there, daydreaming. The young child had no friends. Except her brother Alex. Their father wasn’t much of a father he never paid them any mind, he surely didn’t even move them.

‘But there is another life which awaits you when you close your eyes.’

‘and enter my realm.’

(Y/n) smiled, as she ran around in her dream. Chasing after other children that called out her name. Giggling and laughing. Playing tag as they chased after each other running passed other people.

“Ha,Got you!” She exclaimed. Tagging the boy who laughed, as he started chasing after (Y/n) to make her it again.

“Oh, no you don’t!” He shouted, running after her arm outstretched to tag her. Her giggles echoed throughout her dream, as she too giggled in the waking world.

Clutching the doll closer to her chest, “Get back here, Y/n” The boy shouted, as he chased after her and she giggled. Turning around and sticking out her tongue at him.

‘For I am the King of Dreams… and Nightmares.’

‘When the waking world leaves you wanting and weary, sleep brings you here to find freedom and adventure.’

“Never!” She shouted, running away faster. She could do this forever, playing with her friends like this always made her happy. The feeling that she’d never be lonely ever again.

‘To face your fears and fantasies in Dreams and Nightmares that I create. And which I must control, lest they consume and destroy you.’

As quickly as the sun was out the clouds covered it. (Y/n) opened her eyes, stretching out her arms as she let out a yawn. Rubbing her eyes, as she collected her things and travelled back inside the house.

She knew her father was preparing to bring back, Randall. But what if Death can’t even bring him back to life. What will her father do then? (Y/n) might be young be she’s smart for her age.

(slight time Skip to when he’s already been summoned)

Yet, she couldn’t help but feel curious. She wondered what Death looked like, a skeletal ambiguous person wearing a tattered old grey robe holding a scythe. Or a normal looking person.

(Y/n) curiously looked at Dream of the Endless. Seeing him like this turned her stomach. He was naked, powerless, without his tools. He stayed silent. Not listening to her father his requests of selfish things. Requests that weren’t in his power to make.

“Y/n!” Her father shouted. She looked back then back towards Dream. And walked back towards her father. Not before looking back at Dream once more as they left the basement.

It’s absolutely barbaric. Inhumane.

“My brother Randall gave me this doll,” She said, raising it showing it to Dream. Showing off the porcelain doll, “Her name is Lucy.” She explained, he almost seemed uninterested by the small child.

Why should he be interested in her items? She’s the daughter of his captor. The incompetent fool. “She’s my only friend.” She confesses. Pouting as she looked down at the doll. Brushing the dolls locks outta the way.

“Do you have any friends?” She asked. He didn’t answer just stared at her in silence. She looked at at him for a few moments and nodded.

“So your name is, Dream of the Endless?” She asked. Curiously looking at him as he stared at her through the glass cage.

“That sounds more like a title than a name.” She says, looking at him tilting her head to the side. “Dream of the Endless Hmm?” She thought to herself, holding a book in her hand.

“I like that name.” She smiled. He was still silent not speaking a word to the young girl who only wanted a friend.

“My father is stupid.” She spat with such venom. Holding much disdain for her father. If he should be even called that.

“He thinks after taking away your things. You’ll do as he asks.” She rolls her eyes looking at Dream. “Especially, since he’s holding you captive.” She looks down, picking up her things.

“Ones of these days I’m going to at least get you to smile.” She says, smiling at him. He didn’t budge, just waiting for the little girl to leave him alone.

Dream’s lips stayed sealed as the little girl looked down. A sigh escaped her lips, “You don’t have to talk to me.” She says, her gaze drifting back towards him.

“I just wish I had someone to talk too.” She explains, fidgeting with the hem of her dress. Shaking her head she sighed, “I should go,” She says, picking up her stuff and leaving the basement. But not before looking back at him.

She continued to visit him in secret. Showing him things she owned as well pictures she drew of him. As the years went by he watched the small child grow. By the time she was twelve.

“I’ve been secretly reading books on the occult.” She says, looking up at him in the glass cage.

“I want to get you outta here.” She says, looking down at her book on the occult.

“You’ve been in there long enough. I’m not my father. I love Alex but he’s too fearful to let you go.” She says, opening the book.

“I’m sure if I break the binding circle.” She mumbled to herself, as she walked back and forth finger running across the words.

“If I break the binding circle will that be enough?” She asked, looking at him stopping in her tracks.

“If I make too much loud noises.” She says, looking behind her making sure no one’s there.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s not far for you to be trapped in here.” She says, looking at him as he watched her look back down at her book.

“Isn’t far for you and your Raven.” She says, chuckling to herself softly.

“She’s a beautiful Raven might I add. Here they clip the wings of ravens cause them flying off means something bad about to happen.” She says, looking at him.

She steps closer to the binding circle. Her foot inches away from breaking it when.

“What’re you doing?!” Roderick shouted. Seeing (Y/n) over by the glass cage about the break the binding circle.

“Conspiring against me!” He shouted, storming towards her and she glared at him.

He grabbed her roughly by the arm pulling her away from the cage, “This isn’t right you have no idea the damage you’ve caused!” She shouted, at her father.

“Dream of the Endless, this sleep-sickness it all started when you captured him!” She shouted, stomping her foot on the cement ground.

“He’ll kill us all do you want that?!” He shouted, his grip on her arm painful but she glared at him.

“You really think he’s going to do as you ask?” She spat. “You’ve taken his things. Trapped him inside a glass cage like some bird.”

“Even if you had captured death? What if they couldn’t bring back Randall what then?” She asked, trying to pull her arm away.

“Capturing Death, the damage you could’ve invoked on the world if you’d succeed.” She said.

“You father are a selfless old food. Who doesn’t even care about the children he has now.” She spat. With that she was met with a hand across the face, causing her to fall back.

He picked her up grabbing her roughly by the arm, dragging her up the stairs and out of the basement. Dream watched, as she’s dragged up the stairs.

He didn’t see her again for years. He wondered why she stopped visiting him, he missed having a friend hearing her voice. As she showed him her things.

1926

(Y/n) sighed, as she wrote in her diary about the dream she had last night. It was about him again, as the young child had now grew into a young and beautiful woman. Writing about the feelings she’s developed for the deity in her father’s basement.

She hadn’t seen Dream in years and dearly missed him. Not a moment went by where she didn’t, think about him. Her gaze drifted towards the window, seeing Jessamy pecking at the glass.

Standing up she walked towards the window, opening it letting the raven inside. “Hello there, Jessamy.” She says, as she gently petted the raven.

“I’ve almost finished packing. Then I’ll be on my way back to Wych Cross.” She says, continuing to pet Jessamy.

“Father has a party tonight.” She says, looking off in the distance.

“I’ll release him then.”

“He’ll be too distracted by the party. I’m not going to stop. Until the day I day.” She says, smiling softly as Jessamy flies onto her shoulder.

“Well, let’s get going.” She says, as she finishes putting her clothes into her bag closing and watching as Jessamy flew out the window. To make sure (Y/n) arrived home safely.

Dream stood to his feet seeing her enter the room. “Hi, it’s been awhile.” She says, tears brimming her eyes as she walked towards the glass cage.

She’d grown into a beautiful young woman. He stared at her in awe as she walked closer, “I’m sorry my father sent me away.” She said, wiping away the tears in her eyes.

She was finally in front of the glass cage. He raised his right hand as if reaching out towards her, and she did the same her finger tips about to touch the glass.

His lips parted as if he were about to speak when, “Y/n.” Corinthian shouted, causing her to back away and look back towards him.

“I’ve gotta go.” She says, looking at Dream then walking towards Corinthian. As she walked up the stairs he waited till she was outta sight, and he smiled walking towards the glass cage.

Dream stared at him with a look that could kill. Corinthian only chuckled softly seeing his creator trapped in the cage. He lowered his glasses and blinked at him.

Then followed (Y/n) up the stairs. Dream sat back down looking down at the ground.

(Y/n) laid fast asleep unknowing of what’s about to happen. Jessamy pecked against her window trying to wake the girl up. The Raven noticing the Corinthian behind the girl holding a knife.

Unluckily for her, she was a deep sleeper. Corinthian had read the girls diary, how she continued to meet in secret with Dream. Talking to him as if they were friends, how when she was sent away and grew older; her feelings towards the deity grew.

She cared for him and yearned for his release. Corinthian grinned, noticing Jessamy pecking frantically on the window for the girl to wake up. Jessamy then flew away starting her plan to try too free, Dream.

The plan seemed to be going fine. She distracted the guards by setting a fire. Leaving Dream unwatched, just as Jessamy frantically pounded on the glass.

As Dream smiled seeing his loyal raven after all these years. His hand pressed against the glass. Then a gunshot. And a vision of the Corinthian holding a knife over (Y/n)’s heart.

He looked down in shock at the dead body of Jessamy. The savagery of theses humans. Tears brimmed his eyes, as he looked down at the body.

Alex slowly picked up the bird; Dream glared at him. He glared at him holding back tears. How savage can his captures be? The damage they’ve caused he’s seen how uncaring Roderick is towards his own flesh and blood. He knew the old man wouldn’t care about the death of his own daughter.

As his captor left the room once their backs were turned, a single tear ran down Dream’s cheek. The guilt of his failure to protect (Y/n) failed. Maybe if he’d spoken to her he would’ve escaped, and she wouldn’t be lying lifeless in her bed. Yet, that was only a vision.

The Miracle - Ch.1

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

Summary: In a natural world you would not exist, born by someone who could never have a child. You were a miracle. An anomaly that lives outside the natural laws and has power in all realms. But there is one realm, one King, that you are drawn to most of all. Warnings: canon-typical magic, flirting WC: 2480

The Dreaming The faceless man tried to instil fear into your mind but you could see the coward behind the mask, the soulless demon who preyed on the helpless. Only you weren’t helpless. 

A fire burned in the pits where his eyes should have been and you cast an arm over the terrain, washing it with hues of life and a crystalline river to suffocate those flames. The water surrounded him, steam erupting as it touched his skin until he was encompassed and withered away to nothing.

Silence fell as the river dissolved. All was peaceful in the dense glade once again and you tipped your head to the rays of light that pierced through the canopy, basking in its warmth.

“How did you do that?”

You spun around to face the handsome stranger that had appeared behind you. In the shafts of light that broke the dark his jaw looked sharp below the hallows of his cheeks. His pale skin gave you the sinking feeling that this was death himself coming to greet you. Straightening your spine, you refused to show your trepidation.

“It is my dream, I can do whatever I want,” you answered sardonically. To prove your point, the ground swelled around you until it split and the chasm was filled with a threatening red liquid that resembled a moat of fiery blood. You were also well aware that it created a small distance between him and you.

“That is where you are mistaken,” he spoke softly, a deep and dark reverberation to his tone that seemed to rumble through the air with its own power. Sand swirled around his boots, carrying him closer, safely over the moat. Your neck craned back to look up at his face and you stood your ground as he trailed those curious eyes over your body. “This is my dream.”

A gold chain hung around his neck and you caught your wide-eyed reflections in the polished facets of a glowing ruby. The gemstone seemed to whisper to you, begging your touch enough to leave your fingers trembling at your side until you broke away. A dip grew between his dark brows as he watched the strange interaction with fascination and his head tilted slightly, the semblance of an intelligent bird coming to mind.

“You’re a creation,” he said with a deeper frown.

“Aren’t we all, in some way or another,” you replied with a confident smile, hoping it hid the waver in your voice.

“I suppose you are correct,” he nodded with a tight lipped smile. “We may be the Endless but we certainly had a beginning.”

Before you could question him to find out what an Endless was, a harsh screeching filled the air and the ground began to roll beneath your feet. The edges of the dream began to blur and fade away, a silent grey eating away the colourful world you had sculpted until only he remained. 

“Will you find me again?” you asked tentatively, undecided on whether it was wise or not to ask.

A small curl appeared at the corner of his lips and those sad, jaded eyes suddenly seemed lighter. “I already have.”

The Waking You felt his heavy presence before your eyes fluttered open. Dust particles twinkled as they drifted across the sunlight that speared through the gap in your curtain and you watched them disappear into the shadows where he stood.

You should have been startled, at the very least, by his blatant disregard to normal social behaviour but you found his demure nature to be quite soothing. The god complex from The Dreaming had simmered away when he left his realm for The Waking but he still held a formidable power in those eyes.  

“You’re shorter than I remember,” you said with a yawn as he took a step closer and let the sun illuminate his features. 

“A dreamer’s perception.” The words were cool but there was that light again, the shimmer of humour.

“Perhaps,” you chuckled. “Or you used your clever little tricks to make yourself appear bigger. It would not be the first time a man has tried that.”

Your eyes trailed over the leather vest he wore and down further still until his nose wrinkled and a scoff escaped his lips at your implied taunt. His long legs drew him closer until he towered over you at the edge of your bed and he dropped his hands either side of your head to cage you in. Your heart was pumping, the beats so loud that he could surely hear - only it was not from fear as you looked into his obsidian eyes.

“I am not a man. I am the King of Dreams. I am of the Endless.”

His chest was puffing as the silence enclosed around you and you wished you could see what was hidden beneath the dark, leather vestment he wore like an armour. You swore you could feel the warmth of his skin on yours, or at least the memory of it long forgotten, something you had been searching for.

“We are not in The Dreaming now,” you said as you sat up slowly. You had given him enough time to choose to give you space and back away or hold his position and let you inhale his scent that enveloped you. He gave not an inch as he kept your eyes captivated. The moment was more intimate than you had imagined it would be as you closed them and let your senses be filled with him - cherry wood and sweet smoke. “You’re in my realm.”

You trailed your index finger along the perfectly sewn seam that traced the lines of his chest and bit your lip as they began to unravel. 

“What are you?” he asked, unperturbed by the cool air now kissing his chest.

“Unique.”

“That I know,” he growled softly, catching your wrists before you could reach his leather pants, despite the way his pupils dilated at the idea of you removing them. “What are you exactly?”

You huffed and fell back onto your pillow, your body immediately missing his closeness. “An answer to a prayer. A dream come true. Take your pick.”

His lips parted in surprise and a breathless laugh bubbled out. “A miracle. You’re a miracle.”

 “That’s what my mother said,” you said with a shrug. “I didn’t believe her until…”

“Tell me,” he pleaded quietly as he dropped to his knees in your lingering silence. “Please.”

“On my 10th birthday, my dreams came true - my thoughts came to life,” you said barely above a whisper. Most people would think you were crazy, your childhood friends certainly thought it and it led to a solitary life. But here was this man, no, this King, accepting your words as gospel. “If I lose control, if I let my emotions consume me, then the world, Waking or Dreaming, begins to change. And not in a way that is intended.”

He leant forward, fascinated by the ability that was everything and nothing like his power. “It is as much a burden as it is a gift.”

You didn’t miss the self reflection or tic of his jaw as he clenched it shut. He was right.

“Tell me, King of Dreams, if given the chance, would you give your burden unto others so that they may bear its weight?”

He seemed to contemplate his answer before he stood up and held a hand out. You eyed the line of smooth skin from his long fingers, along the blue veins and across the straps of muscles that showed a hidden strength, coming to rest on the ruby that hung over his bare chest. The gemstone once again called to you as you accepted his hand and let him pull you from the bed. 

“Today it is not a burden,” he said with an almost smile. “Let me show you.”

You stepped closer to him as a sand storm began to encroach on the space around you. A blink later, you reluctantly returned his clothes to him. You would hate to see that body marred by the whipping grains of sand flying by. 

For a moment, all light was gone and you were certain the sand was going to swallow you whole. Just as quick as the orb sealed, it broke and a warm wind cast the sand to settle across the beach. High stone walls rose above you, your shadows reaching towards it as the sun warmed your back. It wasn’t the stone that held your attention as you stepped closer, but the carving that latticed their way across it, telling a story if one knew how to read them. 

“I’ve seen these before,” you muttered as you traced the chiselled symbol, straining to remember where it was. “Or something like these.”

A long moment passed before you shook your head and looked away, the teasing wisps of the memory fading as the high gates began to silently swing open. 

Following Dream’s beckoning, you walked the sandy path into his domain and marvelled at the lively sight. Creatures of all kinds roamed around, both on the ground and above. Not even your wildest imagination could have created such beautiful beings as the ones that now surrounded you. 

The rhythmic beat of strong wings sounded overhead and you ducked just as a large pearlescent dragon flew past, its tail narrowly missing Dream’s tousled hair. A deep chuckle rumbled like thunder through your bones and you turned with surprise to see a smile on his face.

His gaze was still on the dragon but his hands moved at his side, a gust of wind blowing a swirl of sand up into the air to form the silhouette of a dragon that quickly chased the other. The two dragons danced and played across the sky until they disappeared beyond the horizon and his smile went with it.

Wishing to see the joy on his face once more you veered from the path and plucked a blade of grass from the field. You ran the blade across your palm, feeling the velvet touch gently bounce over the lines that supposedly read your destiny. Dream flinched and clutched his cheek as he felt a phantom touch, a lover’s caress, before you laughed. He looked closer at your hand as you wrote upon your palm and he felt the words being softly drawn across his face.

“That was uncalled for, little miracle,” he tried to growl but the twitch of his lips said otherwise.

“I do have a name you know.”

He looked away to the distant palace whose spires glittered in the lingering daylight and a darkness cloaked him as he closed his eyes.

“A name gives power, Miracle,” Dream said. “Do not give your power away. Especially not to me.”

His glowering mood seemed to draw night over the land as the last rays of sun disappeared behind the wall and a shiver rolled over your body. Blowing on the blade of grass to transform it, you handed him the stem of the midnight rose. He didn’t wince at all as the thorns pierced his skin, a bright red bead of blood weaving its way between the maze of pricks. 

“Power is nothing, Dream,” you whispered in his ear, his breath dancing across your cheek as he turned to face you. “Unless you have someone to share it with.”

“Morpheus! Morpheus, come quick!” you loudly whispered into the ruby that hung around your neck.

A blast of wind nearly knocked you from your perch as Dream appeared beside you. The branch had been sturdy enough but the addition of another body on it now sent a bow along its length followed by an ominous creak.

“May I ask what you are doing in Fiddler's Green?” he asked before looking down and seeing he wasn’t standing quite on the Green at all, a frown etched across his brow. “I mistakenly thought you were in trouble of some kind. You haven’t got yourself stuck up here have you?”

“Ha ha,” you drawled, tempted to send your own little gust of wind his way. “Thank you for your concern but, other than your lanky self threatening to break the branch we are both balanced on, I actually called you here to see this.”

Morpheus’ eyes widened at the nest you had been sitting in front of, the eggs hidden until you stepped onto another branch. He eased his way closer so he didn’t startle the dragon that had already hatched. Its rainbow of colour shimmered with every scales movement and it slowly stretched its wings out, testing the leathery limbs without the egg limiting its space.

“Absolutely beautiful,” Dream whispered in awe as he turned his attention to you. “You did this.”

You went to deny it but the truth was there had only been one dragon left in The Dreaming and after seeing how happy she was chasing Morpheus’ shadow dragon on the afternoons you walked his realm together, you couldn’t deny her a true companion. You hadn’t realised the multi-hued blue dragon you created, to be the exact colour of Dream’s eyes when he was happy, would be able to procreate. But there they were, three dragon eggs hatching.

“We did this,” you corrected as you slipped your hand into his and gave it a squeeze. “Do you think this would upset God?”

Morpheus pursed his lips at the question, wondering about the implications of creating life as opposed to creating merely a dream. Finally, the corner of his lips curled up and he squared his shoulders back proudly. “No, my love. I believe the Creator of All Things would marvel at what his miracle had achieved.”

Warmth flooded you at the sincerity but there was no time to show your gratitude as the second egg began to crack open. The excitable parents were causing all manner of damage to the green’s pasture as they impatiently paced beneath the tree and you silently promised to repair the damage once you had safely delivered the babies.

“Have you thought of any names?” Morpheus asked before he placed a soft kiss on your knuckles.

“I have contemplated the Furies of Greek Myth, or maybe the Three Graces. I would like to see their temperament first before deciding.”

Dream chuckled and crouched down to pluck a particularly stubborn piece of shell from the dragon's back. The dragon immediately nudged its head under his hand and took shelter in his palm. “I feel they will be sweet-tempered, akin to the Graces.”

The tenderness of his touch, the yearning in his eyes, it left an ache in your chest that nearly knocked you from the tree. The image that had flashed through your mind was so strikingly vivid you couldn’t tell if it were real or not. Morpheus, King of Dreams, longed for a family of his own.

Neo Genesis 015

(07-2007)

Silence - Morpheus x Reader HCS

Silence

Morpheus x dream!Reader headcanons

A/N: 'sup, fellas! If you read the comics you know that the Endless are not allowed to take mortals as lovers, and when Morpheus did that the sun destroyed her home and she killed herself (yeah)... so, to avoid unnecessary angst, I decided to make you, yeah, you! part of the dreaming, now how does that sound, huh?

p.s.: Btw, i'm not native in English so it might sound kinda weird lol

Warnings: Nothing, just a bunch of fluff and Morpheus self-sabotaging (as usual).

Initially, Morpheus created you as a dream. And in his opinion, you were his masterpiece.

He was so proud of you and your development. So proud of your kindness and beauty…

You were as much part of him as he was part of you. 

At first, he thought it was only the fact that you were a creation of his that made him absolutely infatuated with you. Oh boy, how wrong he was.

The idiot thought his feelings would simply fade away with time! And then weeks became months and months advanced to aeons. Nothing changed.

Every time he saw you walking in the gardens of the Dreaming, hair flowing in the wind, skin kissed by the moonlight and a sweet smile on your lips, all sorts of phenomena would blossom in his being.

He detested not having restraint of his sentiments. But how could he, when he had such a magnificent creature so close?

But he was afraid. Afraid that his stoic self would intimidate you away. Afraid he could not love you as you deserved. Afraid he would hurt you.

So he kept his distance, always keeping an eye on you from the shadows. Always contemplating your grace.

Little did he know that you were cultivating feelings for him since the day air filled your lungs for the first time.

Every time you both talked, it was like being born again, with so many new sensations to explore and understand. So many confessions were done when you looked deep into his eyes… But words never came. Only silence.

Birds and trees were the witnesses to your secret love. The grass would engulf your tears of love as you cried intimately.  

Certain day, when Morpheus was wandering calmly in the wilderness of the Dreaming, he heard a laughter that replenished his very soul with joy and serenity. It was your laughter. He always recognised your lovely sounds.

You had your feet in the river, appreciating the gentle waters and the jumps of the fishes.

Dream slowly approached, trying to not make too much commotion and destroy your moments of recreation, but it was futile, as you quickly noticed his presence, got up and bowed to him, with a soft "Your Majesty, what brings your lordship here? Can I help you?" leaving your lips.

Long minutes of utter silence came. Morpheus could only stare. Enthralled. All of his repressed feelings roared inside of him. He could not tolerate it anymore.

At that moment something snapped. He needed to do something… anything…

So, he came towards you, mysterious as always….cupped your cheeks and pressed his warm lips to yours.

You were shocked, absolutely speechless… it took you a moment to finally kiss back. And when you did kiss him back, oh, it was exactly how you visualized heaven to be like.

The kiss was intense, he felt like a thirsty man drinking the most flavorful juice any fruit could ever produce.

You tasted so sweet, like the most delightful honey possible. You smelled even sweeter, just how Morpheus expected.

"My lord, what… why?" Confusion took over your facial expressions.

"My dear one, I cannot hide my feelings for you anymore… Please, discount my aggressiveness… But it was the move of a lifetime." Inside of his eyes, you saw it… vulnerability, exposure, love… devotion.

"I desired this for so long, my love… You truly are the king of dreams… My greatest fantasy just turned into reality" You said exasperated, with tears of pure passion sliding down your cheeks.

With his thumb, Dream wiped away a lonely tear and smiled fondly.

"Beloved one, allow me to make all of your dreams come true, for all eternity…"

And with that, you sealed your lips together again. Making perpetual an unspoken promise between the two of you.

Wow, this one was wild! Hope you like this crappy thing! I hated it, but I gave my best and that's what came out of it, haha! Anyway, if it sounds weird, I'm not a native and blah, blah, blah! Comment if you desire! See you some other day! 

-Rei 

I mean, yeah, alright, I have no excuse for this actually. I am very soft.

Being Married To Morpheus Would Include

Pairing: Morpheus x Reader

Warnings: None

Notes: I don’t even ever want to get married, but I would say yes to a proposal from this man in a heartbeat

Requested by: @jesllianaquilesrolon

It took a while for Morpheus to trust your relationship enough to marry you.

He obviously loved you, there was never a doubt in your mind about that. But his former relationships hadn't ended well, and he didn't want to rush into things just for everything to get ruined.

But when you two finally got married, he knew he made the right choice in asking you. Knew that he loved you more than he had loved anyone before

Ruling the Dreaming beside him, you were one of the few people he trusted. And one of the even fewer amount of people he would listen to advice from.

He trusted your judgement, knew you only wanted what was best for him and the dreaming. And you trusted his judgement as well.

You were generally on the same page about decisions. When you weren't, you would discuss it private, as neither of you wanted your problems to be a public spectacle.

There was never any petty words to anyone else about things you disagreed with. He had tried that once (Morpheus can be a bit petty sometimes), but you had shut it down immediately. After that, you both realized it was more helpful for your public image and private relationship to discuss things like proper adults.

Because of that, there weren't any cracks in your relationship, nothing people like Lucifer or Desire could manipulate. You loved and respected each other too much.

You would have dates around the Dreaming, with Morpheus creating and showing you all the beautiful parts of it. Picnics on lovely cliffsides, visiting the different residents of the Dreaming

They all loved how relaxed Morpheus was around you

And although he didn't really need sleep, he enjoyed cuddling in bed with you. The feeling of your warmth and beating heart against him was one of the most wonderful things he had ever experienced.

He loves you more than anything, willing to give you whatever you're like.

If you're human, he'll make you immortal so he can be with you forever.

Sometimes Morpheus would close off a bit, stop talking to you as much. He does that sometimes, but all he needs in a reminder that he trusted you enough to marry you, so he should be willing to be open.

He'll nod and kiss you softly, knowing you were right.

You both can always tell when something is wrong with each other, knowing his body language and expressions as well as you know your own.

Speaking of kisses, Morpheus's kisses are the best and you cannot convince me otherwise. Passionate and deep, but with a certain sweetness. One hand on your waist and the other cupping the side of your face, pulling you as close to him as he can.

He touches you and kisses like he can't believe that you're real and love him back. Terrified that you would leave him, always trying to be better for you. Gentle but strong, (and you know he could pick you up his he wanted to)

You can always see the love in his eyes whenever he looks at you, the protectiveness whenever he worries about your safety.

He just wants you safe and happy. If something happens to you or if you're hurt in any way, it would be worse than if they personally hurt him.

Morpheus is the best husband you could ask for

Where I Can’t Follow Masterlist

Ongoing series of Morpheus x Reader (eventually leads up to spouse!reader)

Will try and update weekly <3

Preview

Part One: Humble Beginnings

Chapter One: A Fateful Encounter

Chapter Two: Curiosity Killed the Cat

Chapter Three: Escapism

Part Two: Centuries 

Chapter Four: Adjusting

Chapter Five: Immortality  

Chapter Six: Together

Part Three: ???

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

I think I will write some hcs myself 👀 my boi Morpheus deserves all the love he can get

i'm an old sandman fan (from the comics) and it makes me sooooo happy to see new people getting into the fandom!

check out the comics, guys, it's super worth it!

I might have liked all of Morpheus fics on Tumblr and now I am feeling completely empty. Ladies, please... do something...

The Lady of the Dreaming

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x F!Reader (no description besides using she/her pronouns; no you, but the reader is known as ‘The Lady of Dreams and Nightmares’ or ‘The Lady’ for short)

Fandom: The Sandman

Warnings: Animal death, spoilers for the show (I think that’s it)

Based on the tv show more than the comics, but some elements of the comics are used to fill in the gaps.

Fic by: @the-insomniac-writes

Gif by: @vivian-rutledge

Dividers by: @mercuryrph

A/N- this is my first fic in literal years so please be nice. I’m obsessed with The Sandman at the moment and it inspired me to write. This fic should only be found on tumblr.com; please do not copy or steal my work, etc. etc.

Feedback in the form of comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Please enjoy!

The Lady of Dreams and Nightmares is a gentle soul. Once a world destroying, universe consuming dream vortex and powerful sorceress, she now resides within The Dreaming as the wife and partner of Dream of the Endless.

The two were married centuries ago, and their realm and their reign were prosperous and well managed, a seamless and balanced order of dreams, nightmares, and other dealings of sleep.

While Morpheus tended to handle the nighttime and creatures of the dark, the lady of the house preferred to tend to the day to day matters- those such as the idle daydreaming of youth stuck in lessons, of the dear old gentlemen napping by the fire, and the daytime resting of those that had business in the night.

1916, The Dreaming-

It was early morning when she first noticed something wrong. She woke alone, which wasn’t altogether unusual, except for the fact that it was unusually quiet and dark.

Usually when she awoke, many of the night-shift entities were returning from their duties. Frightful monsters and sweet dreams alike came back to their residences after a busy night's work, abuzz with news from the human world and eager to gossip and share.

Today, though, was quiet.

A dense fog had settled over the land, and she could not see nor hear the usual bustle of the kingdom. She tried to shake off her uneasiness at the stillness of it all, but an unnerving feeling settled over her nonetheless.

Intending to ask Lucienne about the unusual silence, the lady descended the staircase into the dining room where the usual array awaited her.

She paused as she entered. Typically her husband occupied the head of the table and would stand to greet her as she entered; today, however, there was nothing.

As she began to bring food to her plate, she wondered if Dream had been caught up in business. Meals were usually the time they were able to connect with one another, and he rarely missed an opportunity to spend time with the love of his life.

She remembers him mentioning something about a nightmare running loose in the human world and having to chase it down, as well as the carefully concealed disappointment in his tone. The Corinthian, after all, had been one of Morpheus’ proudest creations, and he had intended for his lady to meet it, but this incident had occurred before they’d had the chance.

Still, rogue nightmares were easily taken care of, and she would find it odd if that was what had kept him so long.

She began her meal by herself; after all, she did have business to attend to and half of a kingdom to run, and she couldn’t afford to run late just because her husband missed his morning meal. She instead began to plan her day, taking note of repairs that needed to be managed and meetings to be conducted.

Halfway through her meal there was a sudden commotion outside in the hall. There were whispers outside of her door that she couldn’t make out, and she was just about to make her presence noted when-

“Your majesty!” Lucienne entered, bowing her head, somehow looking more serious than usual, Jessemy flying by her and landing on the edge of the table.

The Lady greeted her loyal companions. “Lucienne, Jessemy. Good morning to you both,”

“I’m sorry to interrupt your breakfast like this, but I’m afraid I have troubling news,” Lucienne hesitated. “It concerns your husband.”

Immediately her mind begins jumping to conclusions- was this another trick of Desires’? Had Lucifer attacked Dream while he was away from his realm?

“I’m afraid he’s been taken.”

There was a pause. “Taken? How could he have possibly been taken?”

Lucienne glanced at Jessemy. “My lord was speaking to a fugitive, the nightmare known as The Corinthian, when he was taken up by an unknown force.”

“Jessemy, were you there?”

“Yes, your highness.”

“Tell it to me then.”

Jessemy took a deep breath. “My lord was about to unmake The Corinthian, when a cloud of sand that was not of his own power appeared and seemed took him and myself up with it. We reappeared in a basement- more of a dungeon, of sorts, surrounded by humans in strange garb. There was a circle surrounding him, and the humans were completing some sort of ritual. My lord was unable to move, and I only just escaped.”

“How is this possible? Where is he? He could not have simply been summoned against his will; something powerful would have had to take him.”

Lucienne and Jessemy nodded grimly. “He’s located in a small human town known as Wych Cross, England, in a manor owned by a magician known as Robert Burgess.”

“And he is trapped there? Have you told anyone?”

“Yes, my lady, to the first question, and no to the second. We did not wish to worry the citizens. But that is not the only news. The Dreaming has been greatly disturbed. Humans are sleeping and they are not waking. Not just one or two, but thousands have been unable to wake themselves from their dreams.” Lucienne grimaced.

The Lady inhaled sharply. This was dangerous. If Dream truly was captured, and things were falling out of order in The Dreaming, then circumstances were very dire indeed.

She took a moment to compose herself as she processed this news.

“Our first priority is bringing my husband back. Then we will restore order to the realm,” she said with more confidence than she felt. “Have the citizens continue to perform their roles as usual. Jessemy shall travel back to the human world to keep an eye on the manor where he is being kept. Lucienne, check the library to see if anything like this has ever occurred, and how to maintain and fix The Dreaming in the meanwhile.”

“And you, my lady?”

She took a deep breath. “I will wait here, to gather news and coordinate our efforts. But if Dream does not return quickly, and the realm continues to have trouble, we may be in very grave danger indeed.”

A week passed. Then a month. A year, then years.

Tasks began to pile up- ledgers and records, complaints of crumbling infrastructure, disrupted resting, and a lack of new dreams and nightmares began to take a toll on the residents of the realm.

Lucienne managed what she could- without her, the realm surely would’ve fallen to pieces already, but even so the work was unending, and some, without Dream’s power, impossible.

Dream’s siblings were unhelpful. Death was the most generous and kind, as always, but she was busy with her own realm to manage. Desire was, as expected, eager to revel in any perceived weakness, and the others simply couldn’t bother themselves to care.

The Lady was beginning to understand Despair’s message of hopelessness, and her heart grew heavier each passing hour without her husband.

She missed his warm embrace. She missed telling him her troubles, solving their problems together, and listening to his endless arrays of story. She misses marveling at his endless creativity and love for his new creations, at the way he would pout when he wasn’t getting his way. She missed his laugh and smile; she missed the times in the early morning when they lay together; she missed his reassurance and his confidence; she missed him.

Though she refused to give up hope, her days were long and her heart was weary. Each day without him was like a dream without joy, or a nightmare without fear. Though physically present, her heart and soul were missing.

Jessemy still checked in frequently. The Magus, she reported, had been advised by The Corinthian, in ways to contain Dream’s power, and there was a constant presence surrounding the estate. 2 armed guards, a slew of servants, members of the household, and a host of partygoers every evening.

The Magus had taken Dream’s instruments, and although he could not wield their power, their influence was vast and clear to all.

In the late evenings, the Lady would spend her hours poring over blueprints of the estate and analyzing the lore involving the summoning and capturing of demons, gods, and other such deities.

She knew that she could not free him; her powers in the human realm were limited, and The Corinthian had ensured that wards would be placed to keep immortal beings from interfering in Dream’s captivity.

She could, however, work with Jessemy. She began to concoct a plan, perfecting it as she studied Robert Burgess and his household.

She waited patiently, watching day after day for the day to strike. The time came one early morning in 1926. There’d be a party the evening before, and the inhabitants of the house were passed out or busy cleaning the mess. Robert Burgess was in a meeting with a young woman, Ethel Cripps, and the guards were getting restless.

As the next guard shift arrived at the manor, there was an unusual rustling in the bushes. The two men went to check it out and they were quickly overtaken and put to sleep.

The next part of the plan was to wait for the current guards to become restless, and sure enough, they soon began arguing amongst themselves. Alexander Burgess, the Magus’ second son, offered to relieve them of their duties, and from the bushes, Jessemy and the Lady continued to keep watch as Alex spoke to Dream inside of the room.

Suddenly, the Magus stormed in- absolutely furious- and began to reprimand the boy and made a gesture as if to harm him.

“Jessemy,” the Lady whispered, “We cannot allow harm to come to the boy. I need you to cause a distraction.”

Jessemy nodded and soon made herself known at the window of the house, successfully causing the Magus to spiral into another fury. He grabbed a gun from the wall and shoved it into Alex’s hands, gesturing to the raven.

Alexander bowed his head and brought the gun outdoors, beginning his hunt for the elusive corvid. Meanwhile, Robert and Ethel left the basement, leaving it completely unguarded. It was better than they could have expected.

Slowly, the Lady crept along the front of the house, quietly stepped inside and to the right, and began her distraction.

She spotted a container of matches- perfect. She grabbed some and continued to the Magus’ study in the right wing. Quickly, she made her way back to the foyer where she made herself invisible and began to wait.

Very quickly the servants smelled the burning and made their way towards the study. Jessemy was ahead of her- hopefully she’d already begun to break the glass imprisoning Dream; meanwhile, the Lady began looking for his tools.

Thanks to the wealth and fortune that had fallen upon Robert Burgess and his household, she knew it had to be in the mansion somewhere. She managed to identify the safe, when suddenly she heard steps heading towards the cellar.

She saw Alex making his way down the hall towards Dream, and she quickly followed to stop him and to help and warn Jessemy if she could. She was about to turn the corner when-

BANG! A shot rang out.

Her blood froze, her heart stopped. She looked upon her husband’s prison with abject horror. It was splattered with blood, and there on the floor lay Jessemy’s lifeless body.

Shock filled her. There was a scream; it took her a moment to realize it was her own.

Quickly, Alex turned to face her, stuttering out apologies and excuses.

Morpheus looked up from Jessemy’s mangled body, met her eyes, and mouthed one thing: run.

There was no way the entire household hadn’t heard that shot; she was at risk every moment she remained, and yet she could not get herself to move.

Within seconds, the room was filled with people, and as Robert Burgess was distracted chastising his son, Morpheus watched as his wife made her exit.

Devastated was too kind of a word for what she was feeling. She was distraught, desolate, and inconsolable. Their one opportunity in an entire decade, spoiled at the hands of a boy just trying to find an ounce of favor with his father.

After their attempt, Robert Burgess increased security around his entire property. Dream was never again left unguarded, and he sat in his cage year after year.

Without a Raven, it was difficult to keep eyes on the property at all times, and what little time she could spare was dedicated to learning the new precautions that had been instated.

One day while she was watching over the house Dream now resided in, Lucienne came to her study with a message.

“My lady, there has been a disturbance in the human world. There is a young man claiming to have the ability to make dreams come true.”

The Lady’s brow furrowed. “And how, pray tell, does he claim to wield such power?”

“He has a red amulet he received from his mother. He is using it to bring dreams, to bring nightmares to life.”

The Lady sat up straighter at this news. “Do you… do you think that this could be my husband’s stolen ruby?”

“I cannot say for certain, your highness, but there is a strong probability that this man, this ‘John Dee’, has in fact come in contact with it. If that is the case, there is no saying what damage he might manage,” Lucienne warned.

The Lady nodded to herself, sat up, and began to prepare herself for a journey to the human world. “Do you know where this ‘John Dee’ is?”

“He was last spotted in a small town named Mayhew. It’s in the state of New Jersey, in the United States.”

The Lady grasped Lucienne’s hands in her own. “Thank you Lucienne, for all your help. I should get going before this man causes any more damage to either realm.”

“Your majesty, before you go…” Lucienne hesitated. “Well, you will be coming back, won’t you?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Lucienne was reminded of a similar conversation many decades before. “Oh, I don’t know. Just… be careful is all I’m asking.”

“Of course, dear Lucienne, I will take all the caution necessary. I will see you soon.” Here she nodded one last time at her faithful companion, tossed a handful of sand in the air, and felt herself whirled away to the land of humans.

When she arrived, it was daytime in the town. It was quiet, but pleasantly so, and she thought to herself that she might enjoy the small town if her task were not so deadly serious.

She cast another spell, and her magic led her to a storage unit on the edge of the town. She put the guard on duty to sleep before opening the large metal door.

Inside it was dusty; it was clear that the unit had not been used in sometime. The eerie emptiness of the large warehouse reminded her of the words of caution offered to her. Still, she could feel the call of the ruby, and determined to do one thing right for her husband, stepped inside the building.

She conjured a light as she walked along the shelves and peered in the boxes around her. Most of the trinkets were useless; the last material possessions of a human long gone from this world.

As she was about to turn the final corner, she paused, remembering the last time she was in the human realm. Steadying herself, she turned and found a corner piled high with boxes, surrounding some sort of sitting area.

Not wanting to startle the potential inhabitant, she made her presence known. “Hello? Whoever is there, show yourself.”

“P-please. I mean no harm,” a masculine voice answered back. There was a shuffling of sorts before a man came out from behind the boxes.

“John Dee. I believe that you have something that belongs to my husband,” the Lady spoke surely, recognizing the young man the instant he showed his face, though he seemed weary and anxious now.

Immediately, she could tell that he’d tried to use the ruby. His eyes were bloodshot, and he had the look in his eyes of one that was cursed with eternal wakefulness. He grasped the ruby in his hand.

“John Dee, that gem does not belong to you. Give it to me, and I will leave you in peace.”

“Oh this old thing? I think you must be mistaken,” he chuckled weakly.

“Do not mistake me. I have been patient, but you are using a power that no mortal should wield. I must take it back to The Dreaming, where it belongs.”

As she stepped towards him, he began to get upset. “No! The amulet is mine! Only I can wield it’s power!”

“Hand it over. Or I will be forced to take it,” she warned for a final time. Still, he did not yield.

“Da mihi vires, matres mihi sapientiam des. Redde mihi quod ius est meum, et hoc mortale proice sup-“

“NO!” The man yelled, attempting to wield the tool. The ruby began to glow, and the Lady began chanting louder as she could feel it trying to draw her in.

“-PLEX. ERROREM VIARUM EIUS DOCE EUM ET FESTINANTER ET IUSTE FACITE UT COGNOSCAT.“

And suddenly there was a bright light, and the man and lady alike turned to shield their eyes.

And just as quickly as it began, it was over, and all that was left was a man holding the gem, unaware of what he’d just done.

A/N- Please leave comments and reblogs! If people enjoy, I may make a part 2…;)

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