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heads up!! i made a spotify playlist for this!! well,,, not really for this,,, actually this fic came from that playlist i made bc i brainrotted over morpheus so much

you can find it here! (fair warning tho it becomes a bit angsty in the second part bc of daydreams ive already forgotten about)

also im debating if i should write a sequel to this or just let it be its own thing 🤔

Divine Dream Of The Endless, I Shall Serve You So, My Lord Morpheus.

Pairing: Morpheus/Dream x Gender-Neutral!Reader

Trope: God x Worshipper, God x Devotee

Content Warning: Alluding to religious imagery, nothing spicy tho

Rating: Mature, Comedy (No Smut)

Summary: You’ve devoted your entire mortal being to Morpheus. He doesn’t understand why.

Word Count: 2,760

Disclaimer: This is only for fun and I am in no way shape or form trying to dictate what Morpheus would do!

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You sighed dreamily as you looked up at the skies, hands clasped together tightly against your chest, whispering words of both tender and intimate worship to the one and only Lord Of Dreams And Nightmares. You don’t exactly dwell on the details of how it started– how this devoutness (some would say, obsession), for a seemingly forgotten god came from.

To put it bluntly, you didn’t mind people’s stares whenever you talked about your savior. Why would their words matter when only his did? Fortunately, your friends still supported you in any way they can (albeit with looks of worry and confusion).

“ ‘Lord’ Morpheus? You mean one of Hypnos’ many children?” Your friend who was particularly interested in mythologies asked. You and them had planned to meet up at your apartment to simply hang out. They figured that you needed at least a little time not wasting your every breath singing phrases to your supposedly fictional god. To their surprise, you vehemently shook your head in “no” before your eyes glistened as you thought about your lord even more. 

“He comes with many names, be it Oneiros, Morpheus, Shaper Of Forms, Kai’ckul,” A dopey smile adorned your face as your friend looked at you with slight concern and disturbance.

“Sandman, Lord Of Dreams, and–” You stopped to take a breath, breathing in heavily before exhaling in deep admiration. “Dream.”

As you talked on and on about how glorious and magnificent your one true savior is, your friend couldn’t help but just stare in shock at how extremely devoted and obsessed you were.

“How did this even start..?” Their question made you halt in your ramblings as your eyes glistened even more (if that was even possible) as you recounted the tale of how you came to know such a sacred figure or deity.

(Your friend could do nothing more but only get goosebumps as you talked more and more about him. It kind of sounded like you were in a cult.)

“Well, of course my lord introduced himself to me in his most beautiful creations…”

… A dream. It all started with a dream. You remember waking up in a meadow that was so peaceful you could just close your eyes and let yourself sink into the soil and let nature take its course. You laid there for a moment, basking in the seemingly absent sun and its rays, sighing deeply and enjoying the peacefulness.

The peacefulness was interrupted by a quiet russell in the bushes ahead of you.

You opened your eyes, slightly inconvenienced at the noise. Begrudgingly, you carefully got up in order to not disturb the local flowers you had spotted near you. As you made your way through the meadow, a being with greatly beautiful features that both scared and intoxicated you came into view.

They lifted their head up, their blonde hair swaying with the wind. Their beautiful gold eyes met with yours, before a cheshire grin took hold on their face.

They said your name in what would be the human equivalent of a purr, causing your face to heat up before you approached them slowly, feeling the light tickle of the grass on your feet.

“Who… Who are you…?” You asked meekly, mesmerized yet overwhelmed by their appearance. The wind pushed you away from them, almost as if warning you of their presence.

They looked pensively at you for a moment, before shrugging and speaking in a silky voice.

“Let’s just say… I’m a prophet that’s been sent to give you a message.” They snickered, before beckoning you to come closer. Their grin never faltered as they spoke, it even looked like it grew wider if you looked close enough. The grass continued to tickle at your feet.

To their surprise, you deadpanned at them and immediately turned on your heel to walk away. You just wanted to enjoy this meadow more yet this weirdo disturbed your peace. Clicking their tongue, they grabbed you by the arm. 

“Wait,” They whispered in your ear, causing shivers to go down your spine. 

“Don’t you want to meet your lord and savior?”

“My lord and… what now?” Their grin grew even wider.

As they recounted stories about this king…. this King Of Dreams, you suddenly felt pulled to his very essence as your heart weighed heavier and heavier as the mysterious beauty described him to you. You tried to shake off this feeling, but you could not stop it from weighing over your shoulders.

A black feather (in the back of your head, it was telling you it was a raven’s) materialized itself in front of you along with a five pointed star. Your eyes darted to the alluring being beside you, before your hand slowly reached for them, as if they were calling you. 

And as soon as you touched both things, you were hit with the overwhelming knowledge and stories about him– about Morpheus. 

His form flashed in your mind, and your brain made sure to trace every little feature it can. From the shine on his ebony hair– to the cool ivory of his soft skin, to the elegant sweep of his raven black coat. And those eyes. Those eyes pierced your very being as you saw dreams, hope, and fantasy swirl into a vortex within them.

You fell to your knees, gasping softly, before looking up at the stranger with the golden eyes beside you. You felt your eyes pricking with tears as you burned his image in your mind. Your lord. Your savior.

They grinned once more, kneeling down and taking your hand in theirs before kissing your knuckles softly. 

“Is this not what you desire?”

You sighed wistfully as you finished the story, your hands clasped tightly together in a habit, while your friend just stared at you with worry and concern.

“Isn’t he wonderful-?” “Dude, I think you should look into paranormal investigators.”

After smacking your friend’s shoulder multiple times as they teased you under their breath whilst laughing, you both resumed doing the activity you planned to do. And it was almost like a switch was turned off. 

Whenever one asks about who you’re praying to, your face contorts into one of ecstasy and love. But if one were to change the subject, you’d get back to being your “normal self.”

Soon, the sky turned into a hue of dancing purples and blues– indicating your friend would have to take their leave. They bid you goodbye, ruffling your hair on their way to the door. You chuckled and waved goodbye, before the switch was turned on again.

You spent the rest of the evening worshiping and bomboarding your dearest deity with compliments. Your lips composed a ballad of praise and flattery entangled into an elegant dance reserved for him and only for him. 

Soon enough, soft murmurs filled the air as you felt overwhelming love and admiration pour from your heart, your eyes pricking with tears once again (ever since you became a proud devotee of his, this always seemed to happen). Gently wiping the tears from your eyes, you checked the time and quickly prepared to go to bed– excited to visit his realm.

~

Morpheus, even as he did not know he was capable of doing such a thing, gulped.

Morpheus heard it– he heard all of it. Your desperate prayers that you chanted like a mantra everyday, your eyes so full of devotion and sincerity. He didn’t know what to feel about it.

Frankly, Morpheus felt awfully awkward and stiff to be the subject of such high praises and worship. Let alone a mere mortal’s worship, in the modern times at that.

If Morpheus had it in him, he would cough awkwardly in his sleeve to disguise his confusion and stiffness, but he could not. All he could do was keep his head high and watch your dreams at the sidelines. And heaven’s name, they were always so detailed and vivid!

He sensed the air shift around him, alerting him of your slumber. Letting curiosity take over him, he personally went to your own dream, though he made sure not to let Lucienne and Matthew know (who were all too familiar with your antics).

Soon, Morpheus came face to face with what looked like a cathedral, temple, and chapel all mixed into one. Its shape was constantly changing in small yet noticeable details, referencing your mind’s subconsciousness on what this certain architecture represented.

Hesitantly, he pushed open the doors, making sure not to make a sound. His eyes scanned the area, looking for you before coming to a rest when he spotted you at the very front, kneeling and clasping your hands tightly like you always did.

Your soft low voice can be heard echoing throughout the building as you let out a breath and looked up at the art piece in front of you. He was pretty sure he could see a few tears stain the bench you were resting on.

Wait a minute.

Morpheus’ gaze followed yours…. Before he came face to face with a stained glass painting of… himself in all his naked glory, with only his helm and pouch among his person. The painting constantly shifted from being stained glass to a canvas painting. 

Morpheus did not know which one was worse or if either were flattering at all. (At least you had the decency to censor his private parts with a leg, he supposed.)

His usual brooding face was filled with bewilderment, intrigue, a bit of flattery, and disturbance. Even in your dreams you choose to worship him? Dream Of The Endless? Not even Desire? Death? Destiny? You chose him of all beings?

Morpheus vaguely hears the loud laughter of his sister as he tells her of your unwavering devotion.

He suddenly came to a still, something in the air had suddenly changed.

 Morpheus’ face of mixed emotions is suddenly replaced with alarm as he gazes at you sharply. Through means even he did not know of, you had somehow sensed he was in your dream. 

Your head quickly snapped back as your eyes met with his. His eyes widened and in an instant, Morpheus fled and dematerialized out of your dream. 

You awoke with a startle as you gasped for air, clutching your chest. You felt disoriented, mouth feeling dry as you looked over at the clock stand. 3:33 am. For a few moments, you focused on evening out your heavy breathing, drinking the cup of water that was on your bed stand. Soon however, your emotion of startle morphed into one of loving as you felt your face heat up. 

Putting a hand to your cheek, you looked above you with such adoration and affection. He visited. You grinned gleefully, bearing the image of a child receiving their favorite toy. You stayed like that for a few beats before deciding to go back to laying down and continue dreaming.

Morpheus, who was standing in the corner of your room could not do anything but watch you in utter bafflement as he saw how true and deep your never-dying devotion was.

Though he was never a being of many words, Morpheus had found himself truly at a loss for words.

~

You felt your own heartbeat quicken as you giddily prepared yourself some breakfast. The King Of Dreams personally visited you! You were chuckling and swaying as you felt your face heating up almost as hot as the eggs you were cooking. The King Of Dreams visited!

From outside your window, a certain talking raven looked at you with what could only be described as judgment and unease before he flew back to his master who was waiting just outside of your house. Morpheus looked at him expectantly, not daring to utter your name. 

If Matthew could, he would scratch the back of his head in nervousness.

“They’re… okay…. Nothin’ suspicious going on apart from the…’’ The raven paused, unsure how to word this to his master who was already disassociating as we speak (can the endless even do that?), “…. usual.” He squeaked (squawked) out.

Morpheus let out a breath he did not know he was holding before he spoke with what sounded like encouragement to himself. “Very well.” He lifted his head up in fake confidence. “I shall speak with them.” Matthew tilted his head. 

“Uh… about what, boss?” About everything. He thought, and as though Matthew could read his mind, the raven nervously perched onto his shoulder as support.

You were happily transferring your breakfast from your pan to your plate, when a figure suddenly appeared in the middle of your kitchen, causing you to shriek and almost drop your breakfast. You quickly placed it on the table (making sure the food was unharmed) before putting your spatula in front of you in defense.

The tall dark man gazed at you pointedly, before raising an eyebrow at the spatula you had pointed at him. Your mind came to a stop as you took in his features. Black hair… Pale skin… A coat so long it pooled at the end…

Your eyes gazed over the raven perched on his shoulder, before you gasped as the fear in your features washed away.

“You’re…. You’re Dream.” You said, breathless.

“And you.. are wishing to defend yourself with that.” Was all he replied, gesturing vaguely to the spatula in your hands. 

You gasped and dropped the spatula. “Forgive me!”

Much to his and the raven’s surprise, you quickly pushed away your spatula and dropped to your knees in front of him, your forehead touching the floor. “My lord.” You said with so much passion and faithfulness, he could do nothing more but to tear his eyes away from your quivering form.

Morpheus stood there stiffly for a few moments, not knowing what to do. Sure, he’s had his fair share of worshippers but it’s been over centuries since he has seen someone so devoted to him in mind, body, and soul. He did not like this feeling. This feeling of uncertainty, of blundering. Morpheus did not like the feeling of being awkward.

He cleared his throat, stopping himself from shifting from one foot to the other. 

“You may rise.” Your eyes locked with him for a few moments, and it took all of his essence to not look away from your intense glistened gaze filled with adoration, passion, and devotion. He inhaled deeply. An endless should not yield to a mere mortal.

You slowly stood up, head still in a bow as a respect from him. You noticed his clenched knuckles and quickly shrank into yourself, not knowing what you had done wrong. Morpheus had taken notice of this and breathed in deeply to compose himself, before relaxing some of his own body parts.

“Tell me, dear dreamer,” He started in his honey-filled voice that you swore you could listen to for days. Faintly, you can hear your friends’ voice in the back of your head saying, “He should start a podcast!” 

“What is the purpose of your rather… intimate prayers to the King Of Dreams… and Nightmares?” Morpheus emphasized the last part as he had felt you often forgot about that. 

You grinned at him dopily, though. Much to his chagrin. “It’s because you’re my lord, Divine Dream Of The Endless.” You replied, tail practically wagging behind you. Matthew could only do what the equivalent of a facepalm to a bird is.

“You are my hope,” You started, “my love,” Morpheus took note of how ambiguous this statement was, “my passion, my dreams.” Your eyes were practically glittering at this point. Matthew swore he could see sparkles coming from around your aura. Morpheus scanned your face, no lie or deception was in sight. He felt his eye twitch, still very much so baffled and puzzled by your actions.

“You have so much devotion to give… yet you save it all for one such as myself.” You nodded, uncaring of judgment from the bird who had been staring at you for the past fifteen minutes,

“…. Why?”

You clasped your hands tightly together closely to your chest, the familiar look of lovesick adoration gracing our features once again. Matthew let out a puff of breath. Oh, brother.

“Because I know you, Divine Dream Of The Endless, My Lord Morpheus.”

Morpheus could not do anything but hopelessly stare at you, still very much shocked and partially flattered he was at your bold confession. 

It took him this much to realize that he’ll never find his words with you. Even if he tried for all eternity.

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author’s note: HOO BOY THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE I HONESTLY JUST DROWNED MYSELF IN MY BRAIN AND THEN LET THE SPIRIT OF SIMPING FOR MORPHEUS POSSESS ME AND THEN BOOM THIS CAME OUT. hope u like it :DD also lmao i am amused at the thought that desire would give dream a human really passionate abt him bc they know how emotionally constipated he is and they just wanna mess with him