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I am relatively new to the Netflix series The Sandman, but something occurred to me as I was watching it. Rose Walker's great grandmother, Unity Kincaid, had fallen ill to 'Sleepy Sickness' as a consequence of Dream's capture by Rodrick Burgess.

I was watching how she was like 'I am your great grandmother Rose.' and just imagine how it must have been when she was first pregnant with ABSOLUTELY ZERO CONTEXT.

Nurses and doctors must have been so damn horrified that someone might have pulled the original Sleeping Beauty on her.

For those that don't know how that went down, in summary, basically the prince (or king, I need to further look this up had done the no no to the comatose princess and she got pregnant, giving birth in her sleep. Then she wakes up, marries her 'savior' and the 'evil witch' was the jealous ex wife that attempted to save her... (or kill her idk)

Imagine the sheer horror and everyone being suspicious of the men of the office, the nurses just keeping a hawk-like eye on all of their comatose patients, especially the women.

Sorry for the rant, I was on the bus listening to Prime Mover by Ghost when I realized just as I was on the cusp of falling asleep. I had to write this down and share.

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Okay so i finally watched The Sandman and why was this dude on the verge of tears for half of the show, like is it from lack of blinking or is he just mentally unstable? 💀💀

I was honestly stunned by the sheer amount of expression that came from just his eyes.

Never actually understood all that talking-with-eyes stuff before now tbh.

Are folks ready to admit Neil Gaiman was right about the eyes thing? Like, he said on his own Tumblr that it was for the acting performance (which matters a lot more for a long-form show). And the night-eyes look great and impactful when they make their appearances! But yeah, considering Morpheus is *completely silent* for the first 40 minutes of the first episode, and had to do a lot of acting *entirely with his eyes*, it works impeccably well.

Seriously though shout out to Tom Sturridge for the micro expressions. You know the era of tumblr where people would read paragraphs of meta into a character blinking? He does that. Manages a whole range of expressions without ever leaving the address of "slight pout".

Dream of the Endless has like massive aroace energy but like also extreme sexual tension with almost every person he meets.

this is how siblings work and I love them for doing this

When Dream is being Silent and Mopey so Death sarcastically asks herself the questions he should be asking, and then immediately he puts on a smug little expression, gets in her face and repeats them word-for-word...the Sibling Energy TM.

I like how we've collectively decided that Hob bought/started The New Inn, despite no evidence in the show even suggesting it.

Eleven thousand and sixty-four: First meeting (Morpheus x Reader)

Pairing: Morpheus x fem!wife!reader

Sequel to Eleven thousand and sixty-four (where Morpheus learns you are pregnant)

Summary: Morpheus was trapped in Hell when the twins came. Now that he has managed to return, all that greets him is silence.

Warnings: Morpheus is afraid you died in childbirth, angst, Dream is soft af, the whole Dreaming is soft af, this fic is cheesy af

Word count: ~1.400

A/n: For context, the concept for this came to my mind while I was answering asks about the first part (this one in particular) and then I got another one saying, “After finally leaving Hell, Morpheus bursts through his palace doors in search of news about you and the babies. The silence freaks him out.” which led to me writing this sequel. Hope you enjoy!

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It’s happening.

Matthew just returned with the news. It’s happening now, and he can’t be there for you. Exactly like he’s feared ever since he learned you’re carrying his children.

“Poor Morpheus,” Lucifer taunts. “Births of Endless blood are never easy. And two at once...! However will your sweet wife fare without your healing powers? I trust you’ll send word upon your return to inform us of your family’s well-being... should you still have one.”

Morpheus realizes hope may not be there to save him this time.

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“Lucienne!” his voice booms in the vast throne room.

He never yells. If anything, his rage manifests in the sharp, dark edges of his tone, more menacing than any roar. But it isn’t rage he feels when all that greets him upon his return is eerie, complete silence.

He is afraid. He should be able to feel you in the Dreaming - the soothing, familiar presence always in the back of his mind. But his battle with Lucifer has left him weary, disoriented in a way he hasn’t felt since he’d slammed onto the cold, hard ground of Roderick Burgess’s basement. His consciousness grasps blindly for yours, but it seems as though he’s feeling for grains of sand with numb fingers.

“Lucienne!” he roars again, marching deeper into his palace with steps so heavy they put small cracks in the marble beneath. The fabric of the Dreaming is as fragile as his state of mind, but he can think of nothing but you as he storms up the stairs and bursts into your shared chambers.

Empty.

Lucienne hasn’t answered his call. In fact, he did not pass by a single soul on his way here. The place feels as empty as it was when his subjects had fled in the wake of his imprisonment.

“Boss.” Matthew lands in the doorway, panting slightly from having flown in a hurry back to the palace. Morpheus’s head snaps towards him, eyes glaring daggers.

“Where are they?”

“Er...”

It’s barely a moment’s hesitation, but all patience has left Morpheus.

“Speak!” he snarls at his poor raven. A blink later, Matthew realizes with a scared caw! that his boss has willed him straight into his grip, fingers uncomfortably tight around his neck. “What is the meaning of this silence?!”

“I’ll tell you, but... you need to calm down-”

“Do not speak to me of calm.” His jaw is so tense, it trembles as he growls, “Tell. Me. Where.”

“F-Fiddler’s Green,” Metthew squeaks out. “Everyone’s... there, but... you can’t just-”

Matthew nearly doesn’t manage to flap his wings in time to fly when he’s suddenly dropped. Morpheus is already gone.

He rematerializes in Fiddler’s Green, not even taking in his surroundings before he roars Lucienne’s name across the meadow. Still hers, for he is afraid of what he might do, should he call yours and receive no response.

It’s only when all eyes snap towards to him, gasps and murmurs rippling through the crowd, that he realizes he is standing in the midst of all the dreamfolk. They had been standing there in silence he had violently shattered, all having gathered there to see...

He can’t see. The crowd is too thick. Is it...?

His mind fills with the image of you lying on the grass, hands folded on your stomach and eyes closed. Of all his creations in the Dreaming, Fiddler’s Green is the place you love the most. It would stand to reason that Lucienne would bring you there, where the dreamfolk could bid their beloved queen farewell-

The Lord of Dreams cracks open in plain sight. A single tear escapes his eyes as the stars in them wither and die. One tear. But it’s far more than he’s even shown in the presence of his subjects.

And then, a high-pitched wail pierces the air. Another. Then another. But it’s no mourning Dream or Nightmare.

A baby is crying. In fact, if Morpheus listens closely...

Two.

Is that all that remains of you?

The despair doesn’t end, but it stands still. Guided by the sounds, his feet begin to carry him towards them.

One by one, his stunned subjects move out of his way, opening a path towards the middle of the meadow until it’s finally revealed to Morpheus what his whole realm had come to see.

“Morpheus?”

You - his wife, his queen, his love, mother of his children - are there. Sitting in an armchair made entirely of intertwined branches, covered in the richest layer of soft leaves, no doubt the creation of Fiddler’s Green. In your arms, there’s a little screeching bundle, squirming around as you try to rock it back into silence. An identical one lies in Lucienne’s arms, who is shooting up from her spot next to you in a similar chair.

“My Lord.”

Her relief is obvious in the waver of her professional tone. But it’s nothing compared to the tears gathering in your eyes, or the force with which the feeling washes over him at the sight of you alive and well. Tired, but well.

You try to stand, but visibly struggle with the crying baby in your hands and your own weakened state. Lucienne hurriedly lays a firm hand on your shoulder, gently pushing you back into your comfortable seat.

“My Lady, you mustn’t-”

You don’t, because Morpheus has finally regained control over his senses and rushed towards you. He kneels before his queen, and if his people whisper or gasp, he neither hears nor cares.

“Forgive me,” he begs, the first words to leave his mouth as much a surprise to him as they are to you. He lays his hands on either side of your thighs so that he may finally feel you, real and solid. “I was not here. I-”

“Morpheus,” you breathe out in utter disbelief. The tears in your eyes stream down your face freely as you reach for your husband’s cheek. “You were in Hell. Matthew stopped coming back. I thought...”

“Never, my love,” he takes the hand caressing his cheek in his, pressing his lips to the heel of your palm. “I have returned. I will always return.”

You release a sob, but try to hold in the ones that might have followed. You can’t even wipe your tears away with both your hands busy as they are - one clutching at your husband’s, the other holding your baby.

His baby. Now that he knows he hasn’t lost you, the realization begins to sink in. He lowers his eyes to the baby in your arms, then the one Lucienne is holding next to you, both still crying. It’s hardly a confusing sight - he has encountered and created much stranger beings along the neverending years. And yet it’s as if he needs to take his time understanding just how it was that such a miracle had come to be.

“We... were not sure when you would return, my Lord,” Lucienne explains softly, although she knows that’s not the question on his mind. “The dreamfolk wished to express their support towards the Queen, and... meet their princesses.”

So, the silence that had greeted him upon his return... the entire Dreaming was gathered here, around you. Standing by your side when he could not. An entire realm had fallen quiet, all so as not to disturb the sleeping children.

“Princesses?” he asks tentatively. You nod, smiling through a small sniffle.

“You have two babygirls.”

“Girls,” he repeats in awe, eyes glued to the bundle in your arms. You can’t help a brief chuckle at how uncharacteristically tongue-tied he’s become. “You have given me daughters.”

“As you were hoping,” you say as he slowly rises to his feet. “Would you like to...?”

You lean forward slightly, encouraging him with your eyes. He needs it, the way he’s looking down at the fragile being you’re offering to him.

“She’s not gonna break,” you insist softly.

But he’s broken so much in the past, even without a single touch.

Still, he reaches out. With utmost care, Morpheus wraps his arms around his daughter, lifting her from yours into the cradle of his own. He is met with wide, tearful eyes - but the crying slows to a halt as she looks into his, endless blue meeting endless blue.

“Thank you, Lucienne,” he hears you say, distantly. He only now notices that she has placed your other daughter in your arms, and taken a step back with a warm smile on her face. Fiddler’s Green offers his aid as well, new branches full of soft leaves sprouting from the side of your seat to resemble a couch, wide enough for Morpheus to take a seat next to you.

He does. He doesn’t want to crowd the two babies by holding them at once, so he only reaches out to feel the smooth skin of the second one’s cheek. As the first did, she settles at her father’s touch.

“We barely got them to sleep after they were born. It was like they knew...” you break off, pushing down the memory of those first few hours without him. “They just needed their father.”

“And they shall always have me. You shall always have me,” he vows, cupping your cheek. You lean into his touch with a relieved sigh, eyes falling shut as he rests his forehead against yours. “How happy you have made me, my love. My life.”

His voice is too soft to be heard by the crowd still silently watching, but the Dreaming is him. Not one Dream or Nightmare is unmoved by the deep gratitude and affection their creator is overcome with. They may wonder at how openly he shows such emotions, but they certainly welcome the change. And as their king and queen share a tender kiss, they begin to cheer as they did on your wedding day, celebrating a new age - and the two new creations who have brightened up the realm.

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Fire on Fire | A Morpheus x Scarlet Witch!Reader

Summary: The Lord of Dreams falling in love with a being capable of spontaneous creation – what could possibly go wrong? Pairing: Morpheus x Scarlet Witch!Reader (she/her) Note: You are not Wanda Maximoff. You’re just you who happens to be the Scarlet Witch and all that entails.

“There is something you must know…”

Morpheus raised his head, curious, at the hint of hesitation found in his usually steadfast sister.

“Y/N came to see me not long after your capture. She—” Death paused there, looking anywhere but into a pair of stormy orbs, “She was looking for you.” It was here that Morpheus realized it wasn’t hesitation he sensed earlier, it was guilt.  “And I did not have the heart to confess the truth.”

Though dry lips parted no air slipped past, eyes flickering from one thing to everything yet seeing nothing. The words were loud in his mind, almost making him numb from the echoes, “I don’t understand.” He understood the words, he supposed, but not quite their meaning when strung together. “If you did not share with her my predicament, what did you say?”  

There was something pathetic, he thought, in the way he felt his heart break at the drop of one word. “Nothing.” whispered his beloved sister, whom he had complete and utter faith in your safekeeping.

His pure black hatred for all with the name Burgess grew tenfold. A hundred years he deprived him of you – unforgivable in itself, but to learn that for those years you were left to believe he had abandoned you made him want to empty his stomach and fill it with even more hatred.

“You let her think I deserted her?” The words lacked the anger he felt. Disappointed in his sister he may be, but he knew deep in his heart who was at fault, whose head he wanted on a pike – dead or alive.

“Where is she?” Morpheus pressed, all gritted teeth and narrowed eyes.

“I tried to find her when I realized the severity of your circumstances, to undo my wrong, but–  but I couldn’t. I’m unable to find her still.” The desperation was evident in her voice. Death dared a step forward, slow and careful, hands spread out before her as though to placate a caged animal. Accurate, she supposed.

“I’m sorry, little brother.” The sincerity was clear as day, but they fell on deaf ears. “I feared the prophecy might—”

Morpheus glared at her for that. “Damn the prophecy!”  

Death sighed, forced to take a step back by the pressure of his anger radiating his person. “You know very well, deny as we might, that it will come to pass.” There was an edge to her voice this time, determined to be heard.

“The Scarlet Witch is not born; she is forged. She has no coven or need for incantation. It is her destiny to destroy the world.”

Neither spoke but the words rang clear to both Endless – echoes from a grave warning eons ago.

A/N: honestly i was just desperate to write something for dream and as i'm a marvel and dc hoe and currently obsessed with the scarlet witch and dream respectively — this came about. my requests is currently open if you have any and let me know if you want a part 2 lmao

NVM I'm weak so here is chapter. 02 | chapter. 03 | chapter. 04

Repost of this because Tumblr made it disappear from the tag page and it got ignored. (It's now back in there but I doubt people will find it anymore as most won't scroll very far)

Fem reader + Morpheus and their newborn son, their son can sleep only in Morpheus' arms.

Fandom: The Sandman

Pairing: Dream of the Endless/Morpheus x fem!reader

A/N: I want to thank you all for feedback you've given me for my floundering pieces for Morpheus as I'm still learning how to write him properly ❤️ I'll answer your feedbacks when I can but I just wanted to say I really appreciate them and they give me a kick to keep going 🤩

Word count: 625

Ever since your son had been born, he hadn't been a very good sleeper. He woke up multiple times screaming every night, and as your love and the boy's father Morpheus was working, you were the one trying to lull your son back to sleep.

You thought he'd be an easy sleeper, being the son of the King of Dreams, in a way of King of Sleeping too. It was kind of stupid, you knew it but even still, you thought you would be able to actually sleep at night.

You had read about baby colic when Lucienne proposed it being the reason and wondered if that was it, but he wasn't really crying at daytime, only at night. Your body begged for sleep as you sat beside his crib, trying to lull him back to sleep but you felt like your son felt your tiredness which made him cry even harder.

This night was even worse than usually. You had carried him around the bed chambers, tried to read to him and sing to him, but all this did was make him cry louder and more intensely. And when you got so close to sleeping, Morpheus came into the room. You sighed heavily as you saw him and he frowned.

"What happened?" He asked with concern in his eyes. "I heard him crying from here."

"I don't know," you said frustratedly, shaking your head. "He's crying every night, I can't sleep because of it."

"Why have you not told me?" he scolded gently, leaning down towards your son.

"I just didn't want you to worry," you murmured softly. "And you have so much work and stuff to think and take care of-"

"You would never bother me with things that concern our son. He is mine just as much as he is yours." He muttered as he took another step forward.

"I'm sorry... I should know that." You whispered as he leaned over your son.

"Let me hold him." His hands took your son from you and before you could protest, he laid in his arms. Immediately, there were no tears or screams as Morpheus cradled his son in his arms and you stared at the sight for a moment before you smiled, almost not believing it.

"He stopped crying." You whispered in awe. "How did you do it?"

Morpheus chuckled warmly. "I am his father after all, and the King of Dreams."

You chuckled as you stroked your son's soft, black locks as his eyes began to finally close. Your fingers drifted along his cheeks and soon, he fell asleep with ease. You let out a relieved sigh before your exhaustion kicked in.

"Go to sleep, my love." Morpheus told you with a kiss on your cheek and a tender smile. "You need rest more than anything right now."

You nodded tiredly and gave him a small nod before you retreated to the bed, falling asleep almost immediately after your head touched your soft pillow.

And Morpheus sat down on the armchair with your son still in his arms, glancing at you every once in a while with a soft smile on his face, then back at his son sleeping soundly and he wouldn't lie, he felt proud seeing his son could be able to sleep in his arms and it made him happier than in ages.

Something so small and fragile sleeping and seeing a dream Morpheus didn't want to invade right now, wanting to relish this moment within his busy days for once - and he made a mental note to help him sleep for the following nights too.

You needed to sleep so you could be your sunny self at daytime, and he wouldn't mind sitting there with your son more either.

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A New Day

One-shot

Content Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 2561

You find that in one of your many peaceful days; days filled with all sorts of dreams, and the loving care of your lover, Morpheus, that there is something different within you. In a matter of minutes, the realization hits you with the news that you are pregnant. You must break the news to Morpheus and when the day comes, he must learn how to pass the time, as new father.

Your love had gotten you where you needed to be. On a lazy Sunday, when the yellow sun hung high and you sat on your porch swing with a book, there came a sudden feeling, a realization that something within you was happening. And you curled up, setting down your book and then gently placed the thin blanket over yourself as you felt a cool breeze wash over your skin. It was a perfect day, with the most voluptuous clouds and the whispers of sweet rains to come later in the afternoon. For that moment you enjoyed the calm dance of the trees and the shade that pulled into its embrace and then into slumber. 

You were grateful for how easily sleep came to your tired body. Because in a moment's notice you opened your eyes and found yourself at home. 

It was then that you felt that strange feeling overwhelm you again, it was so subtle. But it was hard to miss. You had to find Morpheus at once. Quickly you rose from the bed of flowers that you’d woken up in, noticing quickly that you were already outside his castle. With haste you dusted your dress off and headed inside. 

“Morpheus!” You called. There weren’t many people around and your voice echoed off the walls. “Morpheus!” You repeated yourself, this time more anxiously. 

You continued down the hall and found yourself at the library, Lucienne was there, features sharp and concentrated on the task at hand as always. She hadn’t heard your footsteps make themselves known, but your voice cracking through the silence, she did hear. 

“Morpheus!” You cried out again. 

She stood up from your chair and looked at you with concern in her eyes, “my Lady, is everything alright?” 

You shook your head, “I can’t find him Lucienne, where is he?”

“Ah that, he’s around, he’s very focused on his work,” her features dropped  the heavy concern, “is something the matter?”

“I have very urgent news to discuss with him.”

She quirked a brow at your response before placing a soft hand on your shoulder, “alright Miss, I’ll lead you to Lord Morpheus.” 

You relaxed under her touch and walked beside her. “Has he been working for a while?” 

“I’ll be honest Miss, I lose track of time in the library. But I do believe he has been working for msome time now.” She said, and though she knew it might not be the right call, she decided to ask one more time. “Is something the matter, Miss?” 

You took a deep breath and stopped in your tracks, “I- I think I might…” And you may have continued that thought but before you could you heard his voice calling softly to you. You turned to face him immediately. His figure loomed overhead, you found your heart beating fast and before you knew it you were speeding down the corridor in the direction of his welcoming arms. 

He left out a quiet huff when your bodies collided, but he collected you into his arms as you made yourself at home in him.

 “I heard you call for me?” 

Face buried in his chest, you nodded and squeezed him. You felt words get caught in your chest. 

He brought a hand up to your head, holding you against him, “what troubles you my love?” 

You turned to look up into those wonderful eyes of his, star filled and full of light. 

“You,” a sigh left you, brave, you needed to be brave, “you are going to be a father.” 

He looked dazed as the words escaped you. As if he could not fathom the idea of fatherhood yet again. Lips pursed into a line, he just met your gaze and thought a million things at once. “Are you certain?” But he, too, could feel it. He shook his head, “Do you wish to see this through?” 

You broke his gaze and nuzzled into him, then you nodded slightly, “can we?” 

‘Can we?’

Those words buzzed in his ears. Nothing could prepare him for the joy. He took your face into his hands and pressed a kiss on your lips, desperate and full of love. 

“Anything for you my love.”

-

Resting with sweat covering every inch of your body you watched as Morpheus stared with curious carefulness, at the small bundle in your arms. 

“You can come closer,” you said, your eyes looking down at the sleeping baby and then back up at him. “He looks like you.” 

His lips quirked into a faint smile, “does he?” He slowly climbed into the bed making his way closer and closer to you. Once at your side he looked at you expectantly, “may I?” 

It dawned on you that the softness from his voice sounded different. It filled you with a kind of love that you were not quite ready for yet, as it overwhelmed your senses, the manner in which it seemed that the child in your arms could turn him into perfectly melted butter in an instant. The kindness in his tone was sugary honey, cascading into your being, taking a hold of you. He was yours, he loved you. He held your son in his arms so carefully, as if a single touch may break or shatter its small light body. The galaxies in his eyes awakened as a new purpose and consciousness stirred into his very soul. He felt as though he too was born anew, the child stirred in his arms, little gurgles of sleep broke from his rest, a smile continued to grow on Morpheus. He held the child closer and he reached for his tiny hands holding it delicately in his. He had forgotten how small babies were. He now had another being to whom his heart belonged to. 

He leaned over and placed a kiss on your forehead. Seconds later, your eyes closed and you fell into a deep sleep. 

Morpheus got up from the bed, seeing his sleeping son stir in his arms. “When you wake, I shall show you your home,” he whispered. Then he turned to look at your sleeping figure as a sneeze escaped you. But you turned and continued to sleep. 

He walked over to the window, the sun was raining down on him. In the light he watched, as those wide round eyes opened slowly and stared back at him with an equal amount of amazement and marvel. He smiled, he could really see what you meant in that moment, when those bright eyes looked into his soul he felt as if lost in his own reflection. 

“We named you some time ago,” he mumbled, his thumb caressing the baby’s cheek tenderly. “Aster,” he said into the air, “she said that you would be a star and we must name you accordingly.” 

He felt understood by his son for a moment. In his arms he felt like he carried the universe and the universe stared back at him. That until a cry tore the air and rattled  his nerves to his very core. Panicked, Morpheus turned to look in your direction. Did the child suddenly hate him? He was by no means incompetent but he was unerved at the crying that came from the lungs of such a small creature. Determined to not fail as a father, in a blur of sand he exited the room and found himself in the kitchen. Food, maybe his son was hungry. He saw that you had already meticulously prepared bottles of formula. He remembered your worried features, as the anxiety of your child rejecting you and not having formula ran through your head with a million other worse case scenarios. 

He took the bottle and found that his attempt to feed his child would prove to be nothing but futile. With some sort of manic strength, the child took one sip from it and then pushed it away from Morpheus’ grip. In his head he smiled, that could count as an endearing moment, but with the crying, he found himself disturbed that he could not, without his magic lull his own son into a state of calm. 

He frowned and that seemed to make the child cry more and more. He took a deep breath and thought, he knew it would be wrong to wake you… He tried to rock the baby, gently, “shhhh,” he began so slowly, the gentleness of his heart pouring out. “Dearest, you must rest,” his eyes twinkled. The rocking seemed to work ever so slightly. 

He turned to look around in the small space they had, one glimpse at the trees outside, and he knew just what to do. In one more swirl of sand, he traveled from the kitchen into the lush grounds of Fiddler’s Green. The sturdy trees stretched magically ahead. 

“This is our realm,” he said, and turned to the still crying child, “it is as much yours as it is mine.” 

Morpheus waved his arm in front of him and from the ground, made out of twisted branches and sprinkled with leaves, sprouted a seat in which he sat. Another wave of his hand and butterflies swarmed the area, fluttering in their bright colors, painting the world just for his son. “Your mother loves it here,” he started, and noticed that Aster’s eyes had gone wide and his wails had faded from the air. “This is where she told me she loved me,” he smiled. He was smiling so much, those smiles reserved for the little, unknowing bundle in his arms. “I was smitten by her courage, as I’d been a coward. But she…” his voice faded, those eyes looked at him expectantly, “she faced me head on, called me unaware, pathetic- she completely seized my heart that day.” 

Little by little, as he continued to speak, he noticed that you and Aster shared a peculiar similarity. His eyes, which had looked just about everywhere they could, came to a slow descending close. And in minutes, slowed rhythmic breathing left the sleeping baby’s lungs. It seems as his voice had the power to lure even the two most stubborn beings he knew into a deep sleep. 

He cradled him, his eyes filled with the utmost adoration. Overhead, the sky was darkening and the stars began to show their glittering bodies in the inky blackness. He felt that warmth fill him. That night he would grant all the dreamers the gentlest of dreams. It was a night for peace. 

Sensing that you would wake soon, he left in a sprinkle of sand, returning once more to your side. 

You were slowly coming out of the drowsiness and once he appeared next to you on the bed, you reached for your son, even in sleep you had the sense he was much too far from your side. Morpheus smiled, he knew you needed your turn in the moment, but he was slow to do so. Fully and utterly attached to the beautiful baby that you and him had created.

He laid next to you both, thus becoming the big spoon. His hands traced your shoulders and arms, his head found a comfortable spot atop your head where he placed one of many kisses. In your loving sanctuary, though he did not feel tired, he did feel at peace. So Morpheus closed his eyes, finding himself right where he needed to be, and he slept. With your back pressed against him, he felt a tingle in his mind, reminding him that there were a myriad of days ahead and he need not face them alone ever again.

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Meet Me In The Afterglow - Morpheus x Reader

Hey It’s all me in my head I’m the one who burned us down But it’s not what I meant Sorry that I hurt you I don’t wanna do, I don’t wanna do this to you I don’t wanna lose, I don’t wanna lose this with you I need to say, hey It’s all me, just don’t go Meet me in the afterglow

Summary: You’re having a pleasant time relaxing with your friend away from your duties when Morpheus shows up in your simple and uncomplicated life you’ve built in the mortal world. Morpheus has not changed his mind on his stance to make things right with you but have you changed your mind on giving him a chance to prove himself?

Pairing: Morpheus x Goddess of Hope Reader

Warnings: Toxic Relationship

A/N: Hi everyone! First of all, I have to say thank you so much for your love and support for the Part 1 of this fic  it’s time to go ! I honestly did not expect so many lovely comments and support from everyone, it made me so happy because I had never written Morpheus before and was truly anxious in taking such an iconic character to write! I also wrote the first part as therapy for my personal life, so seeing you guys connect with it and support Hope meant more to me than you can know!

So here is Part 2 of  it’s time to go that you’ve been asking for and I hope you really like it! Thank you so much for the love, it means so much to me - seriously, you are amazing! Let me know if you like it, your feedback means so much to me!

Part 1 - it’s time to go

Your duties provided you great comfort but if someone asked you what have you hope, you would say it was the little family of mortal companions you had found over the years in Morpheus’ absence.

Some died and withered away for they were only mortal but the love you had for them never faded away. The memories you shared with them burned warmly and brightly giving you hope and strength to carry on when times were hard and cruel to you.

And now you were accompanying your friend Ben with his three kids to the park. Ben was a single dad, divorced and struggling to parent his kids amidst his work schedule and his ex wife refusing to take responsibility. He was nice and kind man and a good father to the handful of mischief makers. You had known Ben since he was a child for you were the Goddess of Hope who had taken care of him by giving him hope but you had met him later on. You felt a kinship toward Ben from your personal experience in life. You both had difficult spouses who had emotionally neglected and hurt both of you and you both longed for a family where explosions and grief would never have a place. Soon Ben had become a close friend of yours and you found yourself going out for drinks, babysitting the kids, taking walks in the park and helping him out when he was overworking.

He was telling you about a blind date completely gone wrong and he was devastated while you listened sympathetically while drifting in and out of your thoughts. You wished you could exchange places with him in life at the moment. Experiencing a blind date gone wrong seemed more pleasant to you than being plagued by thoughts of Morpheus’ return and his intentions to fix what was irretrievably broken.

“And it was a disaster!” exclaimed Ben waving his hands energetically that you had to duck down to avoid getting slapped but you were amused. There was never a dull moment in his company. “I’m never going to find love! I’m going to die a classically handsome lonely man while you sob at my bedside and beg me not to leave you.”

You snorted at his dramatic flair but you could feel the growing sense of loneliness and despair radiating from him as you placed your arm gently upon his shoulder and looked at his expression of pain “Ben, look… there is someone out there… with incredibly low standards, a super weird taste for ice cream and they are waiting for you!”

You could feel his loneliness slightly begin to fade as your hope fused through him softly and tenderly but the nagging sense of doubt was still present though he laughed shakily and you strengthened your weaving of threads of hope into him “You are not going to die alone. Trust me, you are going to find someone who is going to love you heart and soul deeply and truly. They will give you the kind, gentle, warm love… the love of a home and family that will make all your dreams come true. You will always be enough for them.”

Your hope had quietly woven into him and was now spreading through him warmly and steadily washing away the nagging doubts, insecurities and fears that only he struggled with and you could feel as its darkness was replaced with golden light. 

He smiled through his tears, a smile of strength and renewed hope “You’re right. You’re always right. How is it you manage to give me hope when I need it the most?”

You smile widely and wink at him “It’s my gift.”

He laughed in amusement thinking you were joking and you laughed glad to see him smile in good spirits again. You wrapped him in a warm embrace as you strengthened and weaved your threads of hope around and through him to protect him against despair. All mortals were important to you but when you saw your friend without hope, that bought something fearful in you that you needed to fix with your own gift. 

He buried his head in the crook of your shoulder “Thanks, mate. For being there for me.”

“Always.”

“How’s your love life?” queried Ben in unhidden curiosity as you broke the hug, his eyes twinkling in mischief as he sighed dramatically “Or am I going to waste my years of life repeatedly watching you fail to get a date?”

“I didn’t fail!” you exclaimed indignantly while he roared in good natured laughter and you were so lost in his outrageous accusation that you momentarily forgot Morpheus “I just -”

“Rejected and refused those who asked you out a dozen times.” completed Ben with a reminiscent mischievous smile and you shook your head at those memories. 

“The circumstances arose giving me compelling insight as to not to pursue romance a wise course of action.” you replied with as much dignity the Goddess of Hope could muster. 

Ben scrunched his nose and then rolled his eyes knowingly at your words “Meaning… you failed.”

“Meaning….” you groaned wishing the thoughts of Morpheus would just bloody leave you alone. His apology. The shame and the regret flashing vividly in his eyes. The tenderness and softness in his voice when he had spoken to you, the desperation to make you stay with him. The firm and steady conviction when he said he intended to fix your marriage. “I’m hopeless!”

Ben shrugged as he nodded his head “We both are.”

“Because I’m alone, let’s face it. No one wants me.” you said quietly but there was an ache of sadness and insecurity in her heart that had never quite disappeared even after all these centuries. The ache of never been good enough put there in her by the very man who promised to fix their broken marriage. 

Morpheus. 

“I mean, we both totally suck.” said Ben with a thoughtful nod “You know what will fix it?”

“What?”

“Ice cream!” 

You laughed cheering up at the thought of ice cream as the kids chanted for ice cream along with their equally childish dad. Ben bought all of them ice - cream and to the delight of his kids, they could have as much as they wanted though you disapproved in amused exasperation knowing the sugar rush would be a menace to deal with later. But the bright smiles on their faces were worth it as they waited in line. 

Ben leaned in whispered “Um - you want to do the thing where we cheat and play dirty?”

You grinned “Sure.”

Ben stepped up to the ice cream cart and his kids watched what would unfold every time they wanted free dessert. He placed the order and when the time came to pay, you had waxed a poetic about how you had got engaged to him while his kids rolled their eyes and hid their mischievous grins “Ben and I met at this very park when he was with his kids and it’s really special to us. We just got engaged and remember this is where our first date was too!”

Ben played into the familiar routine as he leaned into your intertwined arm with a smile “Oh yeah. I didn’t know if she was going to say yes but I’m so glad she did!”

“Oh I love how nervous you were, my darling.” you said dramatically with such a happy smile making one of the kids wheeze in laughter and then cough when their dad sent a ‘don’t blow this for us’ glare subtly his way and the rest of the kids shushed him and you kissed him on the cheek to make the act more believable. 

You could feel Ben trying to hold in his laughter too as the ice cream vendor looked visibly touched by this romantic display of affection “You are just the sweetest couple together! You know what, ice cream is on me!”

“It is!? What a totally unexpected thing that we both never expected to happen!” exclaimed Ben in complete feigned shock while you pretended to be surprised as his kids giggled but all of you thanked the kind vendor for the ice cream. 

The kids indulged in their ice cream laughing at the little prank while you watched them with fondness. You never had children with Morpheus. He never wanted children after his loss of his son. He never wanted you. At least, that was the impression that he made upon you. 

But you wanted a family. A large brood of children running around and playing games and creating mischief, children who you could take care of and pour all the love in your heart to and build a happy home with. You dreamed of being wanted, of being important to someone. But your cold husband indulged in his pleasures and vices while you contended to looking at the happy families of the mortal realm in wistful longing wishing for what they had and giving hope and talking to children who were drawn to you during your visits in the Waking World. 

They always cheered you up even during the darkest times in your marriage to Morpheus. You still remembered once you had been adrift and unanchored after a particularly cold conversation where you were merely tolerated and unwanted but a mortal child had come up to you and tugged at your dress asking you what was wrong. You simply spoke in riddles, telling the child that you had lost your friend. The child had simply advised not to think about what was lost and cheered you up with simple and silly anecdotes of what he did when he lost something. 

He had died a long time ago but had lived a good life. You had watched over him, in his darkest times cared for him and given him hope just as he had given you that day. 

Perhaps that’s why you were so fond of humanity. In a way, they were all your children constantly whining for your attention, constantly needed to be taken care of, constantly loving you and finding you important.

You smiled endeared by the innocence of Ben’s children “You spoil them.”

“You are too stern.”

“Untrue. I have a job to keep those shitheads safe and that’s exactly what I plan on doing.” you said seriously eliciting a chuckle from Ben who reprimanded your language hoping that his kids hadn’t heard your colorful vocabulary. “Any parent knows that.”

You spoiled children. You adored them. But if something endangered them, you was very protective of them. You would not let them get hurt. 

Ben looked at his friend who he felt he knew and yet there was so much he didn’t know about her “Are you a parent?”

A flash of sadness passed your face and Ben asked “Do you want to be a parent?”

There was a long silence as you watched the children play carefree and happily in the park and smiled wistfully and longingly “I once had a dream. One day I would have a really big family with six or seven kids and we’d have these really big birthday parties and loud family dinners and bedtime stories for everyone. There would be no anger, no worry, no breaking glass, no screaming. Our home would be safe, warm and gentle and I’d protect them and love them and comfort them.”

“But dreams don’t come true. Not for me.” you sighed as you thought of your cold husband who had returned and bought with him the heaviness of the grief and tension of the past that you had tried so hard to forget. “I can never really have that.”

“What? Because of your ex- boyfriend?” queried Ben who knew about your past relationship but you had not told him of Morpheus and who he really was to you “Has he reached out to you?”

“Kind of. He wants to fix things.”

Ben snorted but he was still concerned “Fuck that guy. He should have treated you well when he had you.”

“I know.” you replied feeling tense as you groaned “Everything was fine… pleasant and simple until he reached out. Now I’m just trying to get him out of my head.”

“Look, I’m not in a position to offer you advice. But I want you to be careful. People like him, people like my wife… they say they want to fix things because they are afraid of losing us.” said Ben quietly and sincerely as he reached out to touch your hand gently “The truth is… they aren’t afraid of losing us. They are afraid of losing something constant, steady in their lives because then who will they be without that constant?”

You had not thought of that way. You had always thought of yourself as useless, forgettable, disposable, unimportant and a waste of time to the Lord of Dreams. It was how he had made you feel all this years… unwanted and important. It was so cruel how a man could make an all powerful goddess feel that you were not important. Even when mortals and your own friends wanted your companionship and thought of you as funny, kind and lovable, the very things you believed yourself not to be, you thought they were lying to you. But with time and patience, they proved you wrong as they showed you that they truly loved you and wanted you around which was a strange sensation to get used to after feeling unwanted and lonely for centuries. It had been hard at first believing yourself to be lovable and opening yourself up but you healed with the unwavering support and understanding of your friends who you was so fond of. 

“I am not going to tell you to go back in. But I want you to have no regrets, Y/N. If he is here with good intentions of definitely fixing the relationship, you should see what he does to prove it. See whether his actions speak louder than words. If he really wants to fix your relationship, he will prove it to you by showing you and fixing his mistakes. But don’t forget. You don’t get to be punished for being angry or for not forgiving. It’s you that must decide what you want.” said Ben wisely and kindly as he squeezed your hand gently with a soft smile. 

Somehow, his advice cleared doubts in your head as you smiled kindly at Ben as you lay your head on his shoulder “Thank you. You have taught me something very important.”

You felt peace as you closed your eyes. You listened to the sounds in the park and opened your eyes as you and Ben watched the kids play and talked and teased each other. You were both laughing loudly at an anecdote of your past when you suddenly felt the strong presence echo within you, around you, surround you. 

The presence of your husband, Morpheus. 

You swore silently as you felt the peace within you fade and become replaced with anger and rage. What part of goodbye did he not understand? You did not want to see him! You didn’t want to hear from him! You didn’t want to listen to his pretty speech of apologies that he didn’t mean and look at you as if he adored you when he clearly never wanted you in the first place. He was the man who had made you hate your reflection and doubt your character as lovable for years and years. 

How dare he impose on your pleasant and simple life in the Waking World, your home of peace and content and bliss that you had carefully built away from him, painfully mending and healing yourself from the very wounds that he had inflicted upon you! 

He had to go. You would make him leave. 

It did not take you very long to locate Morpheus in the park as all traces of smiles and laughter faded from your face seeing him stand out in the park dressed in his dark coat, his dark hair contrasting with his ghostly pale face that wore an expression of quiet solitude and reflective pain. You felt like smacking him as your quiet rage grew when his starlit eyes met yours with sadness and hurt, desperation and shock as he observed you with Ben. 

You could almost hear what he was thinking as you glimpsed the slight betrayal and shock in his eyes that were fixed on both of you. You knew he was thinking that you had broken your vows and betrayed him. You knew he was thinking that you had grown tired of being neglected and lonely in your marriage and found companionship and affection as you had fallen in love and taken the hand and heart of another man. You knew he was feeling numb with desperation and shock wondering what had gone wrong, why you had broken your promise to him. 

You knew exactly how he was feeling because you had felt that way a million times and died every time you felt that way. 

And Morpheus who had broken your heart and bruised you black and blue, had no right to stare at you as if you had broken your vows and betrayed him when he had broken every vow and promise of their marriage and made a mockery of your naivety of believing that he would change but never did. 

You felt anger blazing, so furious and large, it could consume the world if you let it. But you controlled yourself as you tossed on your coat as you muttered “Screw new chances to that stupid fucking ex.” 

“Oh my god, you’re a whole new woman.” teased Ben but he looked slightly concerned at the fuming rage on your face. 

You marched toward Morpheus with determination and fury, well hidden from the rest of the world but he could feel it with every step you took toward him as you snapped “Have you no shame? I have never met a man as brazenly arrogant and presumptuous as you!”

“I only wanted to see you.” said Morpheus softly taken aback by your blazing fury as he felt the full force of your anger in the glare directed at him. He had given you a few days to become accustomed to his return and given you space but he had thought by now you would have calmed down and thought about his proposition for your future together. He had expected a part of you to be cold and detached but to see you unwelcoming and furious even after a few days was a new sensation to him as he felt hopelessness settle within him again. 

He hoped the gift he had bought you would calm you down and make you happy. Make you see that he had no ill - intentions toward you, only feelings of good intentions to fix what he had broken and be the husband that you deserved from the very beginning. 

Morpheus offered you the bouquet of flowers that he gripped tightly in his hands and you looked surprised “These are for you. I thought you might like them.”

You scowled but quietly thought the lilies were lovely. But that did not soften your heart. It would take more than flowers to heal your heart and mend what was broken. 

You saw Morpheus wear an expression of nervousness and anxiety as you eyed the flowers skeptically as if it might turn into a demon the moment you accepted them and he felt skittish as he said “I - do you like them? I didn’t know your favorite flowers. I should have thought of bringing your favorite color but I wasn’t certain which color you’d prefer.”

“That says a lot about our relationship.” you remarked sarcastically and bitterly still not accepting the flowers that felt like a bribe rather than a peace offering to mend this relationship. You were glad that he was uncomfortable and nervous, though it surprised you that he cared about what you thought about the flowers that he had bought for you. “Now, take your Trojan horse and leave.”

“I assure you these flowers are of good intentions.” said Morpheus sincerely as he felt a shadow of heartache lingering as he wanted you to come back to him but he knew his vices and mistakes had pushed you away and filled you with distrust and doubt toward him “I meant every word I said. I wish to make amends between us.”

“Stick it up your ass.” you said fiercely after a long moment of silence as you stared at Morpheus’ sincerity and truth etched on his face but you didn’t want to believe him. You couldn’t let yourself believe him again because believing him again meant becoming the naïve foolish girl who believed in second chances and romance. 

Morpheus looked taken aback by your words and you felt glad. You would not let him break the fierce spirit and strength you had built without him but he said softly “I - I want to court you properly and be the husband you deserved in the first place. I want to be a better man for you.”

You shook your head with determination as you felt a lump of emotion rise up in your throat at the remembrance of all the lonely nights and the days of humiliation and unbearable pain that you had managed to bear “But I can’t believe you. I just can’t. I won’t do it. I won’t let you fool me into believing that you care for me just because you learned humility trapped for over centuries in a cage!”

You turned away trying to hide your tears because you did not want to cry in front of Morpheus, you did not want to appear weak in front of him but his soft and smooth voice addressed you “Is it because you are in love with him?”

In truth, Morpheus was jealous. He knew he had lost the right to be jealous a long time ago but he could not help feeling that he had lost you. He had seen you laughing, happiness and warmth radiating from her very being as you leaned and held onto your mortal companion with such intimacy and affection that your marriage never had but could have had, if he had just tried harder and given his best to you. You looked so happy and light - hearted, something Morpheus had never seen you before. In the course of his marriage to you, he had only seen you smile a few times, but those smiles were strained and sad. There had been no warm laughter or intimate touches or teasing bantering of friendship and respect between them. You had always been haunted by the look of sadness and grief in your heart that would have loved him for a lifetime but with your new mortal companion, you seemed to be happier. 

It took a few moments for you to process what Morpheus had said as your eyes followed Morpheus’ gaze toward Ben who was watching the two of you carefully with concern and protectiveness while playing with his children. 

You suddenly understood the depth of what Morpheus implied and stated as you felt the sudden urge to strangle the King of Dreams and Ruler of Nightmares as you whirled around with a gleam of fury in your eyes, the tears completely vanished replaced by absolute anger at being insulted in such a low manner “Oh you fucking, cold hearted piece of shit -”

A few passer by shot shocked looks at you and concerned mothers covered their childrens’ ears as they asked you to mind your language but you couldn’t find yourself to care. 

You poked him in his chest as you scowled angrily “Out of the two of us, I’m the only one who hasn’t broken my word and promises. So my word, is the one we’ll be trusting!”

“I apologize. It was not my intention to upset -”

“Oh really! Because upset is not how I feel right now!” you said fiercely with the sadness and heartbreak, anger and pain swelling up in you that you did not trust yourself not to smack Morpheus in front of everyone “Do you know what I am so sick of you playing games with me! I don’t want to be a quest to clear your guilty conscience. You don’t love me. You’re doing this because you want to feel better about yourself and hold onto the one person in your past. You didn’t think I would leave you, I would run. You thought I would always be here for you but guess what, shithead? I’m not here for you!”

Your voice was significantly rising higher while trembling in pain and anger “You don’t want me, you never did and you never will. You don’t truly understand the damage you did to me. You were unkind, cruel, heartless, cold - no - you know what you were? You were my husband making me feel like a complete idiot for loving you!”

“You’re not a quest. I - I haven’t been able to function these past days without you haunting my thoughts. I think about how I mistreated you, neglected you, made you fear me when all you did was give me all your love.” said Morpheus gently with desperation and pain as he stared at you holding your guard up eyeing him distrustfully but listening to him as he swallowed his pride “I remember how you were always so faithful and caring and all I gave you was pain and heartbreak throughout the decades. I wish I realized what I had when you were mine… I would go back in time and take back all the hurt but I can’t. All I want is to make it all up to you, to show you that I am truly sorry for all the hurt and pain I’ve caused you. For breaking your heart. I won’t stop trying to show you how truly sorry I am even if you do not love me anymore.”

“I’m not certain I love you anymore. But it takes more than even the Ruler of Nightmares to break the Goddess of Hope.” you said with a small smile slightly taken aback at the kind words but then you scowled “Thank you for your apology. But I am not certain of your intentions. I don’t think I’ll ever be certain of anything you say to me.”

“Then let me prove my intentions to you.” pressed Morpheus with such tenderness and sincerity in his eyes that you couldn’t bear to look and with a surge of courage, he reached out his hand to you “Please.”

You flinched because you weren’t used to tenderness and kindness from Morpheus. It was easier to hate him than give him a chance to prove himself. You had every right to refuse his hand. So you did not take his hand out of pride and respect to yourself. You didn’t believe he had earned the right to hold your hand. 

“What kind of husband have I been for you to fear me that you cannot take my hand?”

“I don’t fear you. You have not earned the right to my hand.” you replied haughtily, your pride and arrogance disguising your alarm and surprise at Morpheus offering you his hand and you didn’t know how to respond as you had frozen, your brain short circuiting. Morpheus was never one who was fond of touch. You had tried to reach for his hand at the beginning of your marriage but it had been made clear that he despised your touch. Now here he was begging for you to hold his hand. 

“But I was cruel to subject you to a loveless and hopeless marriage.” said Morpheus, his heart shattered by the refusal but knowing that he deserved every bit of her wrath and spite as he looked at your hand wondering how it would feel in his “I was unkind and unfaithful to you. I did not have to be so. I want to know you. To have the happiness and love we could have shared together if I had been a better man.”

You should make up an excuse about hearing a mortal call out for your help because this was too overwhelming for you “My Lord -”

“Morpheus.” he insisted sadly

You rolled your eyes sassily knowing that you’d rather die than obey him “My Lord -”

But what you were going to say was interrupted by loud cheerful laughter and shrieks “Y/N, Y/N! Help me!”

Max, the youngest of Ben’s children was running from Stacy, the second youngest who was pretending to be a mean dragon while Elle, the oldest was trying to stop Stacy from chasing Max. You grinned as you saw their fun and games forgetting your problem as you jumped into their pretend game of pirates and dragons and princesses and monsters. You slung Max over your shoulder and roared at Stacy while they giggled as you pretended to be the witch who slayed the dragon. Max wrapped his arms around you while you stopped Stacy muttering gibberish dramatically as Elle laughed at your dramatics. 

“You’re safe, Your Highness!” you exclaimed dramatically as you ruffled Max’s hair fondly and playfully as you hugged him “The dragon has been slayed and defeated! Victory is yours!”

“Thank you, my protector of my realm!” exclaimed Max while Stacy whined and stuck out her tongue at Max who you put down “You’re the best!”

Stacy began to bicker with her brother about who was the best and you intervened clapping her hands to get their attention as you solved their argument with the patience of saints of ages when Elle spotted someone behind you and inquired “Hey, who is that creep in black?”

You had been so lost in trying to knock out the competitiveness between Stacy and Max that you had forgotten Morpheus standing behind you. He was staring at you intensely with soft admiration, curious wonder and wistful sadness as he watched you play and bicker and deal with the children wondering whether this had been one of the dreams he had cruelly crushed in the years of their marriage. 

Elle raised her knowing teenage eyebrows at you and then addressed Morpheus directly and fearlessly “Hey! Shithead! Why are you staring at Y/N? Do you know her or something?”

You really should get paid to babysit these three kids as you muttered “Oh my god. Where are you learning those kind of words? Mind your fucking language, Elle.”

Morpheus shot a pointed yet amused look at your hypocrisy and delightfulness when dealing with these children as he understood where this child might have learned such language from. He looked at Elle shrug innocently when you shot her a reprimanding glare but he answered the red - headed girl who was waiting for an answer 

“Yes.”

“How do you know her?” asked Elle in the mean air of a FBI officer who had just caught the suspect and was interrogating the hell out of them. 

“Um - ignore him! We’re just barely acquaintances.” you said diving into patch up this situation and save yourself, save your simple and peaceful life from being disrupted by the presence of Morpheus. “We don’t know each other that well at all.”

You could feel Morpheus’ eyes on you. But had you been lying? Morpheus did not know his wife very well at all. At the time of their marriage, you had put up a fight for it, to make it work but as time went by, you had seen that it was a useless cause and let him indulge in his pleasures and vices that had been cruel to you. Morpheus had never known you as a person nor had he given you a chance to get to know him. He only knew of your power, purpose and function but nothing more, nothing less. 

He never cared to find out the little intimate details that made affection blossom in one’s heart every time one thought of those little sweet and simple details of one’s lover. He never knew and cared to indulge in putting time and effort to get to know your favorite childhood memory, your favorite flower, your favorite food, your dreams and hopes, the books you love, the way you liked to be appreciated and loved. 

Your words cut deep because you were speaking the truth. All those endless years, he had never cared. He had not been an appreciative and loving husband to you. He hadn’t known you, the real you that these mortals knew because you showed it to them freely since you did not fear their unkindness or wrath. The real you that blazed with fury at the very sight of Morpheus being in the place you called home, the way you rolled your eyes every time he said something that you did not believe to be true, the colorful vocabulary you had picked up from the humans that you used very freely which was unusual for a Goddess who was meant to stand above humanity, the way your love for children poured out as you indulged in their silly games freely becoming a child yourself and interacting with the children in a motherly manner. 

Morpheus vowed to change the fact that he did not know his wife at all. Centuries of marriage to you and he knew nothing about those little details he had noticed this afternoon only because he had been paying attention to you. He vowed to pay attention to you and get to know you feeling shame at the fact that it had taken him so long to understand that he didn’t need you… he wanted you in his life. 

“If you’re just barely acquaintances, why does he have flowers for you?” interrogated Elle with the all - powerful chaotic sass that only a teenage girl can possess as she eyed Morpheus with the same defensiveness and distrust that you had making Morpheus feel slightly scared of this mortal child who was mean as you “Are those flowers for her?”

You raised your eyebrows at the protective teenager “Bloody hell, what are you? The Scotland Yard?

Elle smirked at you but directed her challenging gaze at Morpheus, protective of you “Why do you have flowers for her?”

Morpheus was silent for a moment believing that he was not going to answer to this teenager but he saw that you were waiting for his response as well and he cleared his throat “I want to get to know her.” 

“So you want to go out with her? You think flowers will get you a chance with her?” laughed Elle in amusement while you folded your arms amused at this little exchange between Elle who had no idea she was speaking so boldly to the King of Dreams and Nightmares. “I mean, she could do so much better than a brooding emo man in a creepy dark trenchcoat.”

You choked on a laugh feeling so much better as you drank in the expression of disbelief and hurt on Morpheus’ face at been spoken in such a manner by a teenager and you ruffled her hair “Suddenly I find myself no longer mad with you, Elle.”

“I think it’s kind of romantic. You should bring chocolates too. She likes Kit Kat so much that dad says it’s a miracle she hasn’t died of diabetes yet.” blubbered Max completely curious and fascinated by the new suitor for his babysitter.

“Thanks a lot.” you grumbled as you shot Max an exasperated stare because sometimes your duties could be too much and was it really too much to indulge in the sweetness of Kit Kats on a very stressful day? 

“So if you have bought her flowers, do you want to go out with her for dinner and marry her?” asked Stacy, her eyes glimmering with the innocence of romantic notions as she eyed both you and Morpheus. Your jaw dropped with horror at the question and you felt Morpheus’ eyes intensely on you and you didn’t dare to look back on him. “Dad says if a gentleman brings a lady flowers, they want to spend the rest of their lives with them.”

“Your dad is also the man who was almost going to get a pet snake and name it William Snakespeare for the friend he was dating.” you retorted remembering the utter horror you had felt when you had seen that slithering, horrible snake in his arms and had used your collective powers of persuasion and hope to return that scaly creature back because there were many things you could stand but - URGH! You could not stand snakes! You swore you heard Morpheus chuckle softly amidst the children’s roar of laughter “I don’t think he really is the reliable source of advice when it comes to love.”

“I think that would have been awesome.” replied Elle with a mischievous grin, and judging by that glint in her eyes, that had been her idea. 

“But do you want to marry her?” persisted Stacy who was not going to let go of this idea because she was now fascinated by this tall stranger marrying the kind lady in her life. “Do you love her?”

You felt as if you had been struck deeply to the very core of your soul as you stared at the child clenching your fists. You felt nothing but humiliation and horror at the very question, not wanting to look at Morpheus and really wishing that the earth would be swallowed by a supernova. You wanted to scream and cry and throw a tantrum like a little child in this very park at Stacy and Morpheus and everyone for the existence of the very question. You wanted to tear your hair out and stamp your feet because it should be such a simple question for your husband, it shouldn’t even be a question… it should be an answer… a promise that he lived each day of his life truthfully and sincerely. And yet you knew the cruel and bitter truth that he had proved to you for years. 

You were unloved by him. You were unwanted by him. You were unworthy of his love. You were not worthy of being part of his life and you were just in the way of his duties and responsibilities. He considered you a bother to him that he could not get rid of rather than a friend, a lover, a respected equal. He had made you feel this so deeply each and every moment for years that the years that he had been trapped, the peace you had achieved had given you a sense of reflection and gratitude that he was actually gone from your life. 

And now he was back. 

A part of you, the tormented and heartbroken part of you that had suffered his casual cruelty for centuries wished that he had stayed trapped in that cage for years instead of coming to ruin the lovely life of peace and contentment you had here. 

So you were really at your last straw because you wanted to scream at Stacy that no, love didn’t exist, no, you weren’t loved by the one person who was supposed to love you, and romance was dead and everything you believed was a lie! 

But before you could destroy a child’s innocent perception of the beauty of the world with your bitterness and heartbreak, Morpheus spoke quietly with conviction “I care for her deeply. I offer her everything I am and everything I have to give. I wish to court her and show her how truly important she is to me. I only want to prove myself worthy of earning her heart and her hand.”

You were frozen at his declaration of affection to you in front of these children who were very precious to you, who had become your family in a strange sort of way as they stared at Morpheus wide eyed but you were filled with disbelief and speechless shock as you struggled to breathe and process everything. You could not believe that Morpheus who was always cold and distant, who did not explain himself to others had expressed his intentions to these inquiring, nosy, inquisitive children who you loved very much as you stared at him, his eyes locked on you with tenderness and sincerity. You could feel your heart racing in pain and disbelief as you tried to make sense of all of this but it felt bittersweet, new and different as he expressed his true intentions to the people you cherished the most. 

You couldn’t understand what was happening as you tried to find a rationale reason for Morpheus behaving in such a sincere and tender manner toward you because he couldn’t possibly care for you to say such a lovely declaration as you still were short - circuiting through your frozen brain when Ben exclaimed from behind you “Dude! That was some Pride and Prejudice shit!”

You could usually sense anyone but you had been absolutely frozen in shock that your senses had been paralyzed that you had not heard Ben behind you. 

You jumped in shock as you turned around taking out a book in your bigger on the inside pockets in your coat to defend yourself out of instinct but stopped when you realized it was just your mischievous friend grinning at you. 

“For the love of all the Fates! What is wrong with you, Ben?” you snapped as you recovered from your shock as your hand that held the book dropped to your side and your other hand ran through your hair as you took a step back to take a deep breath because you really deserved a break “Seriously! I could have taken you out with this book!”

You ran your hand through your hair wondering why you put up with this chaotic family as Elle replied sassily “Well, it would be Pride and Prejudice if Mr. Darcy looked like a malnourished Victorian Vampire.”

“Alright, that’s enough.” you said slightly protective as you put your book back and folded your arms because you didn’t want Morpheus to remember the trauma of his entrapment. The Endless did not need food to survive and yet you knew enough to understand by taking a look at his hollowed cheeks that his captors had not been kind enough to treat him with the basic needs. 

Ben looked at you with hope in his eyes “Wait if you are Elizabeth, does that mean I am Jane?” 

These were the moments you wondered why Ben and you were friends as you sighed and looked at your best friend “Really? Seriously, that’s what you’re thinking?”

“That means I’m heartbreakingly beautiful and enchant Mr. Bingley who marries me and makes five thousand pounds a year.” said Ben dreamily as his kids giggled while Morpheus looked confused at the dynamic between you and Ben “Can you just imagine?”

You raised your eyebrows allowing him to indulge in his hopeful fantasy as you nodded “Huh. And we both have an extravagant, over the top, joint wedding.”

“Nice!” exclaimed Ben as he high fived you as you both started laughing in amusement and delight at the thought “We both combine our powers of charm and persuasion, seduce rich bachelors and get them to leave their money in their will and they die of mysterious circumstances and bang - we get a beach villa in Bahamas and I get to pay for my kids college tuition.”

“There’s just one problem with that great plan, dad.” said Max with a grin “You both are hopeless at love.”

“Excuse you, young man!” exclaimed Ben in feigned shock and betrayal as he clutched his heart in dramatic flair that you had grown used to “How dare you speak to your father that way?” 

“Just saying, dad. Instead of dating someone richer, why don’t you date someone who actually enjoys being around you?” replied Elle sassily as she rolled her eyes at the two adults who snorted in disbelief at her words. 

“Unrealistic. I think I like our plan better.”

Stacy shook her head at her father as she retorted “You two are fucking shithead idiots when it comes to dating. Your plan is a half - baked disaster.”

“That’s not -” began Ben ready to comeback at Stacy when he realized something “How - wait, where did you learn that word from?”

You flushed red because you might have used that word in exasperation and frustration in front of the kids when Ben was not there and Stacy grinned deviously “Y/N says it a lot. She says a shithead means a nice, talented, good person. I mean, she did say not to tell you she said it in front of us or that we’ll be dead.”

Morpheus grinned liking this little girl more and more each passing moment because his wife looked like you were going to pass out of mortification and snap the child out of existence for tattling on you as you glared at Stacy in betrayal and began “Why you little tattling shit, I never said that a shithead meant -”

You quickly amended your words when you saw Ben glare at her as you schooled your expression into one of innocence “No - well, it was an accident.”

Ben still didn’t move as he glared at you because he wasn’t very fond of you swearing in front of the kids and you surrendered “I’m sorry. It was - I was a bit exhausted and I swore in front of the kids. But I didn’t tell them that a certain word meant something good. I told them not to swear.”

“She did, dad. She was sorry.” said Elle honestly and then glared at her younger siblings “She didn’t tell us good things about swearing. She made us promise not to swear.”

Ben’s eyes softened “Okay. I believe you.”

Elle’s eyes flickered toward Morpheus who was observing these interactions between you and the family that you clearly cherished and loved very much carefully with attention as she waved her hand toward him “Okay, can we please deal with this problem here? Dad, there’s a scrungly weirdo with a ghost ass face here who wants to ask out Y/N! Can we start panicking now?”

Morpheus shot an offended look toward Elle who clearly had wounded his pride as you let out a snort of laughter and Ben wore a pleasant smile but his eyes were hard as he said in a calm voice “Alright, Mr. Darcy. I’m Ben and these are my kids, Elle, Stacy, Max and Y/N.”

Morpheus knew who Ben was. He had been raised in an abusive household where he had taken punches from his father and watched helplessly as his mother had gotten hit but never complained or cried in front of him until one day, she had left her husband taking Ben with him. He had married a charming woman who had manipulated him and emotionally and physically abused him for years until he had taken the decision to stand up against her and take the kids from her as he protected them and began a new life of his own with his kids, divorced from his wife. He was a good father who always valued his children’s happiness and safety and loved them very much from every dream and nightmare and cared about the importance of family. 

You nudged him in exasperation while his kids laughed but he continued with a protective glint in his eyes “I don’t know if you have good intentions in trying to win over my friend again. But I won’t tolerate you messing with her. I have a feeling you won’t be giving up on my best friend but the choice to be with you, to let you in to her life… is hers.”

Ben’s voice was pleasant and cheerful but there was a hint of protectiveness that Morpheus detected as Ben said “Y/N is my family. And I promised her that I will not fail her like our families did to us. I will protect her. So consider this a warning.” 

There was a long moment of silence as you felt terrified for Ben because he was literally threatening the King of Dreams and Ruler of Nightmares as you stared at the two men confronting each other but to your surprise, Morpheus gave a tiny nod “Yes. You’re a good friend.”

Ben glared fiercely at Morpheus while you stared still shocked that a mere mortal had instilled the fear of god into the Lord of Dreams “I know.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise as Ben nodded at you as he stayed a few  steps ahead giving you and Morpheus some space but you saw Elle scowl as she marched away and you looked at Morpheus “Hey, give me a minute.”

Morpheus nodded as you ran behind Elle as you placed your hand on her shoulder “Hey! Elle, you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Did something happen?” you inquired protectively in concern. 

“It’s just that I’ve seen my mom hurt my dad.” said Elle quietly and looked at you “I know you aren’t related to me but you’re more of a mom to me than she was. I don’t want you to go out with someone and get hurt… like what happened to dad.”

“Come here.” you said as you hugged Elle tightly and affectionately touched that she cared enough about you to look out for you even though you were a Goddess of Hope. But even powerful and eternal beings needed someone to look after them, look out for them and care for them as you felt tears prick your eyes and fondness and love swell in your heart “You don’t have to worry about me. I wouldn’t want to be with him for all of the universe offered to me.”

Elle laughed in amusement but at that moment, her father called out for her. You looked wistfully and lovingly at their little family when you felt Morpheus beside you. 

“You prefer living among the humans.”

“Yes.” you answered as you dug your hands into your pockets looking out into the park with the crowded families and friends who were walking and having picnics and playing “Well, my life has changed so much. When we were married… there was a time, there were years when I thought I couldn’t live without you.”

You laughed at the naïve and silly girl you had been and you took a deep breath and looked at Morpheus who was entirely captivated by you, listening to you attentively with a quiet sad glint in his dark glimmering starlit eyes as you smiled proud of yourself and nodded toward your friends “But since you disappeared, I’ve built a life. I have people who I care about. A family that is precious to my heart. But now you’re disrupting the peace and contentment that I enjoy among them with all of this. I don’t think I can lose that just because you’re insistent on winning me over.”

“I’m not asking you to give them up.” said Morpheus softly as he realized that his wife had a life apart from him, a life that you was truly happy and did not want to give up because it was a life without him “I only want to know your favorite flower.”

You looked at Morpheus as if he had grown three heads “My favorite flower?”

Morpheus waited for your answer and you clasped your hands as you eyed him skeptically as you finally answered “Orchids. Purple. Jasmine.”

“Why?”

You glared at Morpheus as you snapped “Why? Why do you care?”

“I am curious. I want to know everything about you.” said Morpheus sincerely and softly as he looked at you with a glimpse of shame in his eyes “Everything I failed to know.”

You were silent for a few moments as you fiddled with your sleeve not knowing what to do with the awkward tension brimming among both of you as you finally answered “Purple is my favorite color. Jasmines and orchids. There’s something about it that makes me happy, gives me hope.”

You wish to change the topic as you throw back the ball at him “What about you? Your favorite flower?”

His lips twitch into something that resembles a smile “You believe I have a favorite flower?”

“I don’t know.” you snapped, not in the best of moods because you were still shaken up by the fact that your husband was caring and tender toward you. You hated being shaken up and shocked. You liked steady and calm. You didn’t like it when something you solidly believed in was disrupted. So it was natural for you to be irritable. “I am making conversation.”

“Irises. Blue.” said Morpheus softly as he looked at you admiring your beauty that he had never noticed before. Your eyes blazing fiercely, your soft and smooth skin littered with a few scars, your long lashes and your eyebrows furrowed in thought, the wind in your lovely messy hair. He wondered how he could have been such an ignorant fool to ignore such beauty before him. 

“Why?”

“Does one need a reason to like a flower?”

“No I suppose not.” you said thinking back to why it made sense that there were blue irises in Fiddler’s Green “One doesn’t need a reason to like something sometimes. Perhaps you like it because it is the way it is.”

There was a long moment of silence between the two of you as you walked along the park and you queried to break the painful silence “Have you - are you alright? Have you been getting rest?”

“I thank you for your concern, wife - Y/N but I do not need rest.” replied Morpheus flinching at the memory of his entrapment at the hands of an amateur magician, his pride wounded but he hid it for he had work to do, vengeance to enact “I need to find the rest of my tools and restore the Dreaming to it’s rightful state.”

You noticed that he had grown stronger than you had seen him last time. Last time, he was weaker but now he felt stronger to you. Which one of his tools had he recovered? You wanted to ask but then you decided to bite your tongue. 

Literally because you bit your tongue hard making yourself flinch. 

You internally groaned as Morpheus asked in quiet intrigue “Favorite food?”

“I like spicy food. And - well -” you said wishing this painful awkwardness wasn’t this painful but then saw a man drinking a cup of coffee wishing you could snatch it and drink to eliminate your oncoming headache “And mangoes. And waffles. And a pot of hot, black coffee. Preferably all three together.”

Morpheus’ forehead crinkled at this new information as he then handed over a cup of hot coffee to you. You looked at the cup of coffee distrustfully but decided to take it because you needed the energy to get through a conversation with your stupid husband who had clearly lost his mind because he had decided to be a better husband to you by courting you once again. You ignored the little skip of your heart at this gesture because of this rare moment that makes you think that you could love him once again but you the memory of humiliation and neglect comes back at you, crashing over you at a tidal wave and the smile that you had been wearing disappears as quickly as it came and is replaced with a scowl. 

Still, you decide to keep the hot coffee with you instead of dumping it on him because you needed to revive yourself and survive this bloody conversation without strangling your husband in front of everyone. 

You scowled at him conveying that this changed nothing but took a sip of the coffee feeling its bitter taste pleasant but tossed the question back to your husband “What about you, My Lord?”

You mocked his title knowing that he wanted to be called by his name by you but you drew great satisfaction at rubbing it in his face that he would never have that pleasure and privilege as you raised your eyebrows at him innocently and he replied “I have no preference.”

“That does not surprise me.”

Morpheus glanced at you nervously “Perhaps you can change that.”

You raised your eyebrows quizzically wondering what the hell he was talking about when he nervously proposed “Perhaps you could dine with me and change my mind about having a preference?”

You spat out your coffee that you had just taken a sip of as you stared at Morpheus in disbelief “Are you fucking joking?”

“No.”

“Thought not. Well, I’ll have to check my calendar.” you said graciously as you pretended to think very deeply to a nervous Morpheus who was uncertain whether you were playing with him or simply thinking about whether to accept his invitation. You smiled kindly at him cunningly raising his hopes in his heart that soared with gladness “Well, come to think of it, I might be free…”

“Goo -” began Morpheus gladdened that you had accepted his invitation but then you cut across.

“Unless I am the Goddess of Hope who has so many appointments to keep, duties and responsibilities to attend in my realm, people to visit and places to go.” you replied with a sassy smile as you raised your cup of coffee enjoying giving hope to Morpheus for a brief moment and then relishing taking it away so quickly in such a casual and cruel manner. “And I have more important priorities to attend to than a simple dinner.”

It was what he did to you all those years ago, so many countless times. You felt nothing but happy satisfaction at the little harmless revenge you took on your husband as you watched the gladdened light in his eyes dim into an understanding and disbelieving one and felt glad as your carefully calculated words took their toll on him. He should understand what you suffered, what it felt like for you all those years ago. It was just giving him a taste of his own medicine. 

“I’m afraid you are much too late to ask me for dinner, My Lord.” you replied lightly striking the final blow. 

A part of you whispered that you were going too far but the other part wanted this, had waited so long to hurt him as much as he had hurt you. Did he think it would be so easy to win you over? That you would forget, forgive and move on? Did he think dinner would make the pain go away? 

“I see.” said Morpheus quietly and you swore you heard a hint of disappointment in his voice as a shadow of sadness passed his face. 

You reveled in it but his sadness wasn’t as satisfying as you thought it would be. He actually sounded disappointed and sad at the prospect of not being able to spend time with you and get to know you better. You wished that he didn’t truly and sincerely sound sad. You took another gulp of your coffee to get your head right. Why did you care anyway about your stupid, heartless moron of a husband’s emotions? He never cared about yours!

The silence elapsed into a painful agony as you suddenly felt cruel and cold. You prided yourself on not being like Morpheus but you felt your actions mirrored Morpheus’ own. Unkind, cruel, cold. Not giving a chance for an explanation. You tried to shake that feeling of painful agony and awkwardness as you clutched your cup of coffee tightly and maybe your husband sensed your pain because he spoke breaking the silence “I intend to travel to Hell.”

“Oh, that’s nice.” you spoke eagerly, too quickly not processing the words that Morpheus had said to you and it wasn’t until Morpheus quirked his brow at you, you realized what he said “What? Are you insane? What business do you have with Lucifer Morningstar?”

“One of his demons has my helm. I am journeying to retrieve it.”

Jesus, you needed more coffee. 

You felt concerned at the thought of Morpheus journeying to Hell alone unaccompanied by anyone. Nobody ever visited Hell unless they were desperate or insane or had a death wish. There were many who entered Hell but only less number came out alive but zero came out traumatized. You knew Morpheus was despised by Lucifer but Lucifer Morningstar had a soft spot for you. 

You had known Lucifer since you were a child and they had always looked out for you when your parents neglected you or when you visited their realm. When everyone else saw the cruel Devil, you had only seen the fallen angel who had a soft spot for you, whose realm felt like your second home though it was destructive, taught you tricks and mischief and who told you stories of lands and realms far away. They were your friend, a parent and you were always welcome at his realm. Even after your marriage to Morpheus, Lucifer never held Morpheus’ against you, only seeing your unhappiness in your marriage to the Dream Lord. It was Lucifer you had spent the neglected anniversaries and all the birthdays that Morpheus had forgotten as they had reminded you that these occasions were supposed to be fun, not streaked with tears and hiding pain. They respected you as a personal representative of your realm, summoning you to their realm and welcoming you as an honored friend. 

Morpheus did not know your past with Lucifer Morningstar. Morpheus did not know of your relationship to Lucifer Morningstar where you visited them for dinner and they ranted about your dickhead of a husband and you kept them from waging a war against the Dreaming. Morpheus didn’t know about how you were Lucifer’s pride and joy, their sweet child who they were devoted to and you cared for Lucifer as a parent and a friend. In fact, Morpheus knew nothing about you at all. 

But you knew Lucifer. You knew that they despised Morpheus for everything they symbolized and the power they held. But Lucifer loathed Morpheus for breaking your heart and subjecting you to a lifetime of unhappiness and heartbreak, misery and pain. And this would be their chance to destroy him and take a slow, cruel revenge on Morpheus for everything. 

You had every right to let Lucifer do that. After all, you wanted Morpheus to suffer the way you had. Unspeakable pain and torturous torment was Lucifer’s forte and you had great faith that they would execute it to perfection on Morpheus. 

But you suddenly found that the idea of Morpheus suffering such unspeakable cruelty and pain under Lucifer’s hands was loathsome and terrifying to you. 

“I’ll come with you.” you volunteered knowing that Lucifer would not dare hurt Morpheus if you were there and if the situation came close to exploding, you could diffuse it with your charm and diplomatic tact that always put Lucifer at ease. 

Just for precaution, you should take your famous chocolate cake that Lucifer loved and adored. And besides, you had not heard any summons for Morpheus from Hell, so you suspected him of entering Hell as an uninvited guest. 

Yes. Perhaps you should get started on that chocolate cake. And the lemon pie that calms down Lucifer when they are in a particularly bad mood. 

“Do not be afraid, Y/N.” said Morpheus as he looked over at you and you had the sinking feeling that he was staring at you tenderly and desperately all at once, drinking you in desperately for the last time “I am not asking you to accompany me. This is something I must do alone.”

“You are going to Hell alone? You can’t survive Lucifer alone!”

“You need me to survive Lucifer. And possibly my sweet baked goods!” you wanted to scream but your hands were shaking at the thought of Morpheus at Lucifer’s mercy. 

Perhaps you should have dinner with him. Together. 

You shove that horrible, sinking sensation of a thought that whispers he is saying goodbye to you as you shake your head hoping that taunting his honor and ego would keep him from going to Hell alone “I knew you were lying. Your promises of fixing our marriage. I knew it but your promise only lasted… a week.”

“I intend on keeping my promise to you.” Morpheus reminds you gently and you hate that you are the one who has to be comforted like a wounded animal, a crying child because you wanted to be strong and yet you were afraid for him. You didn’t want him to die. You knew there was no chance of Morpheus ever emerging out of Hell if he entered it now. “When I come back -”

“If you come back.” you spat as you drank the rest of your coffee in one go and gulped it as you glared at him “We both know you are walking into a trap where the outcome is your inevitable Death.”

Somehow you sense Morpheus’ inner frustration and annoyance as his fingers twitch and you are always warned to leave before you tempt it into fury and anger and he growls “I will come back.”

You snapped smartly “Isn’t that what you told Lucienne before you disappeared for over a century?”

You infuriate him and make him angrier. Morpheus knows he is unworthy of you. Morpheus knows he is unworthy of the second chance you might bestow upon him. You make him doubt his capability and worthiness for you. Deep down, he knows he is not worthy of you, a person of such hope, strength and goodness. He came back weaker than he was before, his arrogance and pride had been his cold cruelty that treated you to a lifetime of misery and heartbreak. Morpheus knew all this. You didn’t have to rub it in his face. 

“You forget your place, wife.” growled Morpheus in anger. It isn’t lost on both of you how easily Morpheus reverts to calling you his wife instead of your name.

“See this is why you should abandon all your intentions of fixing our marriage!” you snapped because he was playing with fire “You don’t listen to me and you do not value my counsel.”

Morpheus rubbed his temple as he shot back angry that his wife could not see the obvious picture, that he was scared of losing you to Lucifer’s twisted games “And do you believe you will accompany me? Hope does not persevere in Hell!”

You laughed at the amusing hilarity of his words but the depth of the meaning sank into you like a knife sinking deeper and deeper into your heart as you gazed at him daringly for you had experienced a deep understanding of something in your marriage “What am I to you? Certainly not a wife because you have never been a husband to me! You see me as a weak, fragile, powerless, useless little girl -”

“No, you are more than that -” began Morpheus as he ran his hand through his hair in exasperation at himself for messing everything up so spectacularly as he looked at his wife whose eyes were glimmering with tears. 

“Yes, yes I am more than that. I am more than an alliance between our two realms. Or a wife to you. You might be the Endless but I am the Goddess of Hope, powerful in my own right. I am my own person with my own life, a woman in my own right and after giving you the best I had, I’ve realized that I am utterly alone in this union.” you said fiercely and sincerely with complete sadness and sincerity, understanding and acceptance as you looked at Morpheus sharply “But when I look at you, I feel that I am better for it.”

You turned around to leave only seeing Morpheus’ face fall in pain at your words but before you can leave with no destination in mind, a hand encloses around your wrist and you realize Morpheus is holding your hand to comfort you and pull you close to him and your eyes widen at his touch, the soft sensation unfamiliar. 

Your blood boils as your slap his hand away from your wrist not wanting to be touched as your temper rises at being touched by the very man who had neglected you but now dares to touch your very skin. 

You surprised him as you dragged him to the corner of the park where a shrubbery of trees shrouded you from the sight of people. You cornered him against a tree surprising him. You could feel the loud beating of his heart against his ribcage as he gazed at you wide eyed in surprise. To any passer by, you would have looked like a couple who was about to kiss. Morpheus had never been this close to you, to his own wife as he felt heat rise up his cheeks as he felt the brush of your breath on his cheek, her fierce gaze burn into his own eyes as she looked at him intensely and it felt too hot all at once. His knees felt weak as his eyes flickered toward his wife’s lips that were red and then at your eyes that were looking at him with such intensity that his mind was lost and unanchored, when he suddenly felt something sharp against his neck. 

He found the silver glint of a beautiful sharp bejewelled knife against his neck “I like it when men beg. But now is not the time, Morpheus.”

He glared at her but something of a strangled groan escaped his throat mortifying him and it humiliated him more when you smiled deviously. 

Were you not Hope? Were you not supposed to be kind and tender? Why were you so… devious? 

You glared at him as you growled dangerously “You are in the way of my life, My Lord. If I see you again, I will not hesitate to eliminate you.”

Hope was revered by humans as kind and tender. Hope was thought of as good and beautiful that poems were written and songs were sung about you. 

But they didn’t fully understand that Hope was cruel and dangerous and powerful too. 

Morpheus managed to reply as he mustered all the dignity he could “A knife against the Lord of Dreams, my Lady?”

You merely smirked and pressed your knife against his throat lightly and suddenly he couldn’t breath as he fell into a haze of memories of being trapped in Roderick Burgess’ basement for over a century. He could feel the hopelessness and despair of his own mind that he had felt all that century taunting him as he tried to find a way out but he couldn’t as he watched himself trapped in the basement alone. He was silent but he was screaming for help. He wanted to be helped, he wanted to be free but no one would let him out! Why wouldn’t they let him out? 

He felt the despair and hopelessness grow stronger until the screams grew deafening in his mind and suddenly everything grew hazy once more as he realized he was once again back at the park. 

He breathed heavily as he looked at your hardened and cold expression “One chance. One chance is all you got, husband.”

He holds onto your hand like a lifeline to make certain this is real, because he isn’t certain of what just happened. What did you do to him? What power did that knife wield? 

Morpheus whispered in a equally silky voice “You’re bluffing. You would not kill me.”

“Deep down, I know you still care about me.” he wanted to say as he looked into your eyes that had a hidden glint of concern at how heavily he was breathing, that held onto his hand even though you could have let go. He wanted to believe that you cared about him. 

“Remember all those cold and miserable years of how you mistreated me. Then look into my eyes and tell me I’m bluffing.” you said calmly as your eyes grew cold and dangerous and for the first time, Morpheus was not certain of your emotions and intentions as he looked into your eyes that blazed with dangerous fury and cold power and you took away your knife pocketing it back and stepped away with a warning “Do not test my power and do not tempt my fury.”

Morpheus stood there shocked by the display of fury and power that you had never displayed before. You felt good about yourself but then felt anxiety settling in the pit of your stomach. Maybe you would never see him again. Lucifer would kill him. 

Well, good riddance, goodbye and good luck to your moron of a husband who decided that going to Hell alone would be a good idea. 

You felt his eyes on you as you walked away but the unsettling pit of anxiety still buzzed even though you tried to ignore it. But you would ignore it. You would not try to find a reason to stay with him or care about him again. 

You groaned at your inward struggle between good and dangerous but you turned around as you waved nonchalantly at him leaving him with one last cautionary warning, a bright smile and a dangerous smirk all combined into one. 

“Send Lucifer Morningstar my best regards.”

Morpheus watched his wife walk away proudly and freely to your new family that you had found and nurtured all on your own and protected at all costs. A family that you did not want him interfering in and ruining. A family that she had perhaps always dreamt of having. 

Morpheus felt his heart ache with anger against himself and deep sorrow for breaking the constant and faithful companion who had stayed by his side for centuries and had lost now because of his thoughtlessness and selfishness. He had come here confess so many things that swirled in his mind and tortured his heart. He watched your silhouette take a step far away from him and he wanted to reach out to you and beg you not to go. He wanted to beg you to salvage whatever broken pieces of their relationship and give a chance to fight for a new kind of love they could share again. Instead he had blown it out of proportion, fighting with you and saying things that he didn’t truly mean, attacking you without reason and hurting your feelings excruciatingly. He had lived so long like an island in the course of their marriage, punishing you with silence and heartbreak but now you were once again punished with aching pain with the bitter sting of his thoughtless words. 

Morpheus knew that he was the one who had burned their relationship down with his cold unkindness and selfish thoughtlessness but he wanted a new beginning with you. He could envision a new future with you by his side and suddenly, his heart grew heavy and cold at the thought of losing you once again. 

Morpheus was truly ashamed of his actions and incredibly sorry for hurting you. He had meant to say it, to show it, to let you know how sorry he was but instead somehow the evening had gone in an unexpected manner where you had threatened to eliminate him out of your life if you ever saw him again. 

The blazing fury in your eyes was a sincere promise of your words, he was still recovering from the shock of the truthfulness of the pure loathing and hatred that you held toward him. He did not expect Hope of all Goddesses to coddle grudges but centuries had given you enough time to feed and nurture your flaring hatred against him very well. 

All Morpheus wanted was to meet you in the afterglow of your broken past and hopefulness of new beginning. 

But could his dream ever come true?

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I love that both of my sad sacks are in this series

The horror and the ruin - part 1

Paring: Morpheus x f!reader, Sandman x f!reader Warnings: swearing, horror images, adult themes, reader discretion is advised Summary: The wheel of time is turning as the fates are weaving the fate of the world and the one who bound her life to the Dream of the Endless. The Witch has to stand against evil, Despair, and her own doubts. Can a mortal, truly bind their life to the one who never fades? Or will it all become just a dream? Word count: 7.9k Note: Gifs are not mine, credit to the authors.

Series Masterlist Part seventeen: Letting go

***

"Die you ugly son of a bitch!" Y/N shouted sinking the dagger blade into the ghoul's monstrous body. It choked on black rotten blood and coughed as she turned her face away at the last moment miraculously avoiding the splatter of rot on her face. "Finally!" she exclaimed in relief when the carcasses stopped moving, "What the fuck is going on this year!" she asked turning to face John. Golden runic circles manifested from his hand in the one smooth movement cutting off the head of the other ghoul.

"Why the fuck are you using knives and other weapons, love?" he asked reaching into his coat pocket for a pack of cigarettes and handing it to Y/N "I don't understand! You could do the same with your power!"

"Well, I don't know! Daggers are more practical and faster. Plus silver works on most monsters," she replied wiping the blade on the couch bedspread and taking a cigarette from John.

"Silver is for monster huh?" he scoffed.

"John you know me, I've never been a fan of summoning projectiles from the palm of my hand, etc.! These are your arcana!"

"In that case, maybe it's time to start? I could train you," he offered.

"Wait wait, I must be dreaming! We're working together again which is a miracle in itself, and now you're offering to teach me!!!?" you laughed "It's Christmas baby!!! John Constantine offers to help!!!" you sneered sarcastically.

"Christmas it may be, but not this one," he ignored your taunts and kicked the motionless corpse, "Almost a month to Samhain, and this is the third case this week."

"Fourth," she corrected him, "don't forget the graveyard wraith from Monday," she reminded him of the case that started their work together this week. "Ugly fuck," she grimaced as she let out a puff of smoke and looked at the corpse, "I can't remember the last time I saw a Ghoul."

"It fucking stinks," he sneered looking closer at the body.

"They feed on the dead bodies, fucking obvious it stinks!"

"Remind me again why are we even dealing with bloody ghouls? You couldn't dump it on the Winchesters, they like to get their hands dirty."

"A case like any other, ghoul, ghost, demon, possession, one abomination! We have the power to do something about it, so why should we stand by passively!"

"A wraith, ghouls, and two possessions in one week is asking to get fucked," he snarled, "You know that running after every bloody abomination that crawled out of hell won't make you run away from your own thoughts," he looked at you meaningfully, "I know something about that."

"I do not run away from my thoughts at all. I work!" she replied exasperatedly.

"Mhm…." his face crooked in a grimace of doubt, "if you want to work then work with me on something bigger, not on sodden ghouls. You can leave the ghouls to the Winchesters."

"Stop picking on them and you'd better tell me if you think it's weird that this is the fourth case this week."

"Weird, maybe…" he commented pensively, "But everything lately is weirder than usual."

"You've something to tell me?"

"Nothing, absolutely nothing…" he smiled cynically, "Where' s your boyfriend?" he emphasized the last word.

"Oh I knew you would start about him again!!!" she threw her hands in frustration into the air, "Imagine he has other responsibilities than killing ghouls with me!"

"Anything better than killing ghouls," he replied opening one of the windows and letting in the fresh air, "But you're right. Samhain is a few weeks away and we can't go a day without some case of demonic activity."

"I told you! But nooo, 'I think you're overreacting'," she comically mimicked John's British accent, "Something is completely wrong!" she circled the room they were in looking for symbols, traces, signs, anything that could provide some sort of clue.

"Okay fine, you were right, so be it! Since you came back from dreamland you are extremely positive, it's not like you!"

"Can't I be in a good mood?" she asked while wrestling with the crumbling dresser and glared at John angrily.

"Of course, you can," he came over and helped you move the dresser away from the wall, he looked ridiculous with a cigarette hanging by his lips, "and I'm sure it has nothing to do with the Lord of Dreams."

"Oh for fuck sake, drop it!" she raised her voice in frustration once again that day, "wasn't you the one who told me to dream a little!?"

"I sure was."

"So I did! What do you expect?" she turned to him with feigned anger, she couldn't really be angry with him, it was all just playful banter, "do you want juicy details?" she smiled coquettishly, "are we going to gossip like two girly girls? Oh Morpheus is so wonderful!" she danced in place turning on her heel, "Oh the way he kisses! Oh it makes me feel tingling in all the right places!" she grinned.

"Fuck no, please stop!" Constantine pretended he was getting sick, "just don't."

"Admit it, your stony cynical heart is glad to see me so happy," she smiled warmly at him, "Admit it! I know you are!"

Constantine just looked at her, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. It had been a long time since he had seen her so optimistic, full of energy, happy. After all that had happened recently, she seemed as if all her wounds had magically healed as if she had found the will and strength to live again. He watched her throughout the day. Even as she sank the dagger blade into the ghoul's body, she couldn't hide her beaming face and that dreamy look.

"Of course I'm happy," he replied, and a quiet laugh escaped him, "how could I not be happy. It's a nice change to see you so…. so alive."

Y/N just walked up to John and hugged him warmly, and he, to her surprise, reciprocated the hug. Hugging and other forms of physical affection were never something they did, it wasn't their style. What was their style was constant teasing and snarky comments. This time he hugged her tightly, tighter than a friend should. He knew something was hanging in the air, he could feel the energy changing around them, around her, and he worried about the near future. He couldn't tell her that. He couldn't take away the delight shining in her eyes. He wanted it to last, for as long as possible. For he knew that whatever happened, she could handle it. So they stood in silence amidst the traces of battle, in the stains of black blood, in the stench of decaying corpses, allowing themselves a moment of tenderness. Two occultists, two sources, drawn into a game they had no concept of. Drawn into a vortex of events they could not see. In a vortex of events that was so soon to change their lives forever.

"I have an exorcism to perform two towns over," John said pulling away from his friend, "How about another team-up? And after that we'll grab a bottle of whiskey at some dingy motel."

"Sounds like a plan!"

***

Morpheus had to admit to himself that each moment he was apart from her seemed to drag painfully. He tried to focus on his work, there was still so much to do, so much to rebuild. His thoughts, however, kept returning back to her. If he could, he would keep her in his Realm and forbid visits to the Waking World. "I can," he thought, yet he didn't want to. He didn't want to repeat the same mistakes he had made in the past. To him, she was freedom, she was fulfillment, she was the devotion she had given him willingly, "why should I enslave her now?" And although he knew what dangers awaited her in the Waking World, he could not, would not, enslave her just to protect her. Allowing her to make her own decisions, even though he was convinced he knew better, was a new experience for him. Another one she brought him.

"My lord," Lucienne brought him out of the reverie he had indulged in while creating more fragments of the Kingdom, "the servants have emptied the west wing in according to your order."

"Very well. Thank you, Lucienne," he replied in a stern tone.

"What would you like us to do about it?" she asked.

"Nothing. Chambers for Y/N will be created in the west wing. I will see to that myself," he replied, his face betraying no emotion.

"Do you expect her to stay here?" Lucienne tried not to let her surprise show in the tone of her voice.

"I expect her to live here, Lucienne," Morpheus sounded confident.

"What if she refuses?"

"I will have to respect her decision," he replied calmly, "But I trust that she will want to live with me."

Lucienne hid her surprised face in the large book she held in her hands. He had changed so much. In the past, he would not have even allowed the possibility that someone could refuse him. Yet now he stood before her creating an oasis of peace and serenity. The marble stone buildings, decorated in warm browns and grays, seemed to take on the colors of gold, brown, and green in the light of the setting sun. It was as if they absorbed the colors of the autumn trees and shrubs with which they intertwined. He placed the house deep in the valley, surrounded by two mountains, hidden from view in fields covered with heather. He decorated the higher slopes with firs and planted beeches and oaks in the valley. The southernmost of the two mountain streams formed a river flowing westward through the valley. Over the river ran a narrow stone bridge, a path, picturesque access to the house of peace. Surrounding the house were gardens and a terrace overlooking the river. They towered over the valley, mystical with their arches, balconies, arbors, intricately decorated with the most delicate engravings. As he moved his hand, the trees bent their crowns, giving the wind their leaves to dance between the myriad arches, falling through the windows into the chambers, sweeping the dust from the floors, raising them up, spreading shimmering magic.

"Rivendell, if my eyes don't deceive me, " Lucienne sighed with delight.

"I think I captured its beauty. This is exactly what it looked like in Tolkien's dreams, " Morpheus assessed his work.

"I think she will be delighted," Lucienne smiled at him.

"Am I that obvious Lucienne?" he looked at her questioningly.

"You have changed my lord," she replied softly, "but it is a change that is so welcome."

"I don't know if I have changed Lucienne," he closed his eyes checking if Y/N appeared in the Dreaming, "but I am trying. I'm willing to change."

***

On the way to the next town, you closed your eyes only for moments. A long car trip always made you drowsy if you weren't driving. You listened to The Cure playing from the speakers and drifted off only for a moment. You did not, however, find yourself in a Dreaming. You didn't find yourself back in the arms of Morpheus as you desired. Between the Dreaming and the Waking World, there was nothing, a void, an impassable In-Between. There was no end or beginning, no earth or sky, no light or sound. Just emptiness.

"Hello, my dear…"

"Come up daughter…."

"Don't be afraid sister…"

With a pounding heart, you turned toward the source of the voice. You saw three women, dressed in black, suspended in space, their dresses and hair blowing in a non-existent wind.

"At last we meet, Sister Witch," the youngest one spoke up, "You look good, you're blossoming."

"I know who you are…" you whispered and bowed your head, "Mother, Maiden, and the Crone…Triple Goddess, Moirai." your heart beat harder in fear of the imminent prophecy.

"Look at her, she thinks she's clever!" taunted Crone.

"She shows respect, she has a good heart," said Mother softly.

"Too good! They will devour it along with her soul!" Crone spoke up again and cold fear ran through your body.

"Devour it? Who will devour it?" you asked.

"We have come to warn you sister," Maiden spoke up in a soft voice, "not to answer your questions."

"You are treading on paths you should not tread," spoke up the Crone, "Your fate joins the fate of those who never fade."

"Beware, daughter. The King of Dreams is a proud ruler, proud and just," the Mother spoke this time, "You have intertwined your fate with his, and he with yours. Your paths will be shrouded in darkness."

"Beware sister, beware of your desires," the Maiden warned, "You will have to choose. Your choice may be his undoing."

"Beware of the light in the darkness…"

"She will come for you Sister Witch, and you will have to choose…"

"Darkness is where you belong."

"I don't understand…" you began in a trembling voice, but they had already disappeared.

*

"What don't you understand?" Constantine cast a concerned look in your direction, "Are you all right, love? You look pale."

"Yes," you answered quietly, "I must have drifted off for a moment," you rubbed your eyes, but the image of Crones did not want to disappear at all. You knew it wasn't a dream. You knew something was wrong. "Are we far yet?"

"We're almost there," he replied, "did you see him?"

You didn't answer. Staring at the warm setting sun, you repeated in your head the words "Beware of the light in the dark…Darkness is where you belong."

"Hey Y/N! You with me?" Constantine glanced at you again.

"Yes, sorry. No, I didn't see Morpheus," you replied hastily.

"How exactly does it work? Do you see him every time you fall asleep?" he asked, glancing first at you and then back at the road.

"Not every time, but yes, most nights when I fall asleep, I see him. And even if I don't see him, I still know he's watching over me."

"Doesn't that seem a little, I don't know, creepy to you?"

"Why?"

"You can't hide anything from him. Because he sees all your dreams and nightmares, you can't keep anything to yourself."

"I find it comforting," you replied, " I don't want to hide anything from him."

"Not even kinky spicy dreams?" he smirked.

"Why should I hide them from him? I would definitely prefer him to join in!" you smiled mischievously. "But come to think of it John, isn't that exactly what, deep down, each of us wants? Even you!" a scoffing interrupted your statement, "I know you, John! So spare me the snarky comments and admit I'm right. If you had the opportunity to be with someone who knows you whole, knows your every darkest secret, darkest desire, knows all your sorrows, all your joys, all your dreams, and accepts and loves you exactly as you are, wouldn't you want that? Of course, you would want that! Every one of us, deep down, wants someone from whom we won't have to pretend, someone from whom we won't have to put on a mask."

He didn't answer anything, but the look on his face said it all. Of course, he wanted this. Who wouldn't want that! Who wouldn't want to be loved exactly as they were? Everyone wanted someone who would love their dark side as much as their bright side. The truth was that even the noblest, had darkness in them, and the brighter their nobility shone, the more darkness crept into their souls. Because the world was a cruel place, ruthless and brutal, trying at every turn to kill the light, stifle it and suppress it. And the struggle for that ounce of nobility was often brutal and strewn with blood, pain, and suffering. Both you and John knew this. He couldn't deny you, but you knew him well, he wouldn't admit you were right either.

"Enough of these philosophical lectures for one evening," John reached for the radio and turned the volume up, letting the sounds of Little Dark Age by MGMT drown out any words you would have spoken, "we have work to do."

***

As she climbed the stairs to the fourth floor, Y/N was beginning to regret her bad habits again. The air reeked of mustiness and dust, and her lungs filled with cigarette smoke refused to cooperate. From one floor to the next, the smell worsened, turning into a distinct odor of sulfur and decay.

"How long has the girl been possessed you said?" She asked her friend breathing heavily.

"I didn't," he replied, "more than two years."

"Fucking hell…" she uttered, "poor girl."

Constantine lit another cigarette and Y/N knew full well that the cigarette would not burn out before the exorcism was over. It was his little ritual, to light a cigarette just before a job, put it aside, and finish it when he was done. If the cigarette managed to burn out in the meantime, it meant he hadn't done a good enough job.

He did not knock on the apartment door, from which a nauseating smell emanated. He opened the door and entered without a word, and she followed. To the people gathered in the cramped apartment, they looked menacing, so frightening. She saw them fleeing with their eyes as they huddled against the wall, clutching crosses and rosaries in their hands. It was not about their physical appearance. For they looked normal. John was wearing his usual coat and white shirt, his black tie hung loosely around his neck. One could think he was a banker or a salesman off work. She, on the other hand, was dressed as usual in slim black jeans, a black tank top, and a black leather jacket, in no way resembling the powerful witch she was, or the exorcist she was planning to be in a moment. "The whole family is here," she thought, sweeping her eyes over their terrified faces. She wanted to smile, to give them encouragement; after all, they had come here to help them. However, at the sight of the girl tied to the bed, the thought of smiling disappeared completely. Her arms and legs were tied to the bed frame, but despite this, her body was twisting convulsively trying to free itself. She groaned, wailed, hissed, and growled as John tore the curtain from the window exposing her to the light of the setting sun. Y/N could see each of her bulging blue veins marking her entire body, her greasy hair stuck to her face, the remnants of feces on the once white sheet. The demon grunted trying to break free, trying to reach John, she bent her body to all sides as John lifted a bundle of metal symbols to the sun and began to turn them looking for the right one. A demonic sound ripped from her throat as the sun's rays passed through the right one. She threw her head back, trying to get away from it, and Y/N could see her averted, bloody whites without pupils. She realized that it had been years since she had seen such a state of possession. She took two steps forward wanting to begin work, but John threw her a look that said "Stay where you are and let me work," then he set the cigarette down on the edge of the dresser and jumped up on the bed.

"Oh, you have to be kidding me," Y/N hissed quietly, "you brought me here to babysit civilians?"

John only smirked then knelt on the bed and began the ritual. He whispered something in the girl's ear, and the demon, as if sensing his power, moved its head away, trying to get away from him. This, however, lasted only a brief moment. The demon looked at him as if to threaten him, and began to speak in an unfamiliar language, hissing words, snorting throatily, and to Y/N's surprise, John seemed to understand.

"Yeah, you do that," he croaked and grabbed the girl's head to press the amulet against her forehead. Smoke and sizzle escaped from her body in an instant, and a throaty cry of pain tore through the room. The demon screamed in pain, sending the girl's body into convulsions, bending her arms and legs into an unnatural position.

The women next to Y/N, who in her estimation must have been her mother and grandmother, screamed in fear and clutched the rosaries they held in their hands tighter. Despite the terror painted on her face, her mother took two nervous steps forward, as if to stop the ritual.

"No," Y/N stopped her and grabbed her shoulders, forcing the woman to look at her, "Don't you dare interrupt him."

"But she's my daughter, my only daughter," the woman wept hysterically, and tears flowed from her eyes, "He's hurting her!"

"He's trying to help her," she replied firmly, and the demon wailed shrilly again, with the stench of sulfur bringing Y/N memories of hell, "It's the demon who is hurting her."

The woman tried to break free, but Y/N held her tight as John whispered the words of the spell. The demon wriggled spasmodically, the girl's legs twitched at an unnatural pace, her whole body convulsing in spasm, but John pressed her firmly against the bed, holding her head in a strong grip, protecting her innocent body from harm. Smoke rose from her forehead, her body sizzled filling the room with a nauseating smell of the burning flesh. Images of hell flashed before Y/N's eyes again, and she instinctively grabbed the vial of sand tucked under her shirt in an attempt to ward them off.

*

Morpheus saw through her eyes the image of a writhing possessed human body, smelled the stench of burnt flesh, tasted the rot in his own mouth, felt the pounding heart in his own chest, the uneven breathing in his own lungs. He saw terrified human faces, heard the scream of the beast ripping from the throat of the human girl, saw John Constantine leaning over the girl's motionless body as if listening to her breathing. An expression of surprise was painted on his face. Morpheus saw the world through Y/N's eyes, and pain tore at his soul.

"I'm always beside you…" he said in his mind, while the image disappeared.

*

"John…. I do not think it worked…" Y/N let go of the mother, who slumped to the floor in terror and huddled against the wall.

"What the hell…" John whispered confused, but before he had time to react the shape of a demon rose from under the surface of the girl's skin and attacked him. For a split second, Y/N's heart froze in her chest, but John reacted instantly. In one strong swing, he punched the demon and the girl's body fell back onto the bed.

"Did you just hit it?" she asked with inappropriate amusement in her voice.

"And what the fuck was I supposed to do!" he snarled, "Fuck! I need a mirror," he looked at those gathered, "Now!!! At least three meters tall!" he called out after the men rushing out of the apartment.

"Why do you need a mirror?" Y/N asked but John instead of answering grabbed a chair with which he shattered the glass in the window and began to move the bed towards it, "John!? What the fuck are you doing?!

“Fucker is still in her,” John explained as he ripped cables from a wall, “We’re gonna trap it in the mirror.”

“There are at least a dozen other ways to lure the demon out, better than trapping it in a mirror."

"I thought I was clear, stay away from it," the men came running from the corridor carrying a large mirror in fours, which at John's command they strapped with cables and lifted above John's head. "Close your eyes and whatever happens don't look," John instructed after which he placed his hand on the girl's forehead and, pressing all his weight against her body, began to recite the words of the incantation. The demon hissed, growled choking under his pressure, twitched trying to break free, groaned monstrously trying to fight him. He almost had it, Y/N could see its faint shadow slowly seeping into the mirror when suddenly one of the men drawn by curiosity opened his eyes. In an instant, his black beard and hair turned white, and in horror, he let go of the mirror he was helping to lift and moved away from the bed falling to the floor. The mirror fell down. John tried to hold it up, with one hand still restraining the demon. The spell weakened. The demon broke free, grabbed John by the throat, and, growling throatily, began to choke him.

"Screw the mirror!" Y/N ran up to John and placed both hands on the girl's face and began to speak the words of her exorcism.

Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica….

"Show yourself you ugly son of a bitch," John breathed out as the demon weakened and let go of his throat.

Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te…. cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare….

Y/N felt the air move around her and saw tiny sparks of light leaping from her fingers to the girl's face. John saw them too.

Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanae salutis….

The demon hissed throatily and John felt his strength give way under the strain of their combined power.

Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei; contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine…. quem inferi tremunt…

"Smile, you prick," John growled.

Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine. Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos.

And the demon smiled. In the mirror, Y/N could see its true form. An emaciated bony body, covered with gray burnt skin with only half a head and a black hole filled with blackened rot.

"He is with us Witch," the demon looked at Y/N and half his head moved as if curious, "He is with us in hell, and his body sizzles day and night torn apart with hooks, hung on racks, stabbed, ripped, burned, torn apart, reassembled and torn apart again. Do you know how beautifully a new soul tears apart?"

"Go fuck yourself," Y/N growled furiously.

"And how he laments, how he cries, how he wails," the demon continued, "Do you know that he didn't want to die? He repeats it over and over again as we tear him apart and feed on his blood and flesh."

"She told you to go fuck yourself," Constantine looked at the demon, "for your boss," he added and put out his middle finger.

Y/N extended her hand in front of her and, without waiting for the men to pull the mirror outside, she reached for her power and, pushing the mirror away from her, sent it, along with the frame, through the window. She saw the mirror break as the demon tried to get out, but it was too late. The mirror fell to the sidewalk shattering into millions of pieces.

The blackness disappeared from the girl's face, the veins took on normal color and the pupils returned to their place as she opened her eyes with a deep breath. Terrified, confused, she began to struggle, crying, calling her mother.

"Hush," Y/N climbed onto the bed and began to calm her, stroking her sweaty face, "Calm down, come on, hush now, I'll help you," she repeated, untying her hands, "You're safe now. The nightmare is over," she assured as the girl rose and crying desperately hugged to her, suppressing the panting cry in her chest, "You are safe. You're safe…" she repeated stroking her hair, "Nothing will harm you…" she assured, but her voice trapped in her throat.

In the corner of the room, she saw a woman. Not a mother, not a grandmother, not a daughter. The woman hunched against the wall looking at her with sad absent eyes, looking straight through her as the hook that was stuck on her finger marked her face with bloody wounds. Y/N knew she was looking at Despair.

***

John slept a deep sleep, but you couldn't. Although your body was tired and exhausted after a long day of work your mind was awake. The few glasses of whiskey you drank with John did not lull you to sleep as you had hoped, did not allow your thoughts to quiet down and let your consciousness drift off into Dreaming. Staring at the ceiling, you couldn't stop thinking. First Desire, then the Three, and finally Despair, the reality seemed to be slipping away from you. You tried to recall Morpheus' words about the natural state of symbiosis that existed between humans and the Endless, but your reason and intuition kept whispering quietly the words of doubt, making you so aware that there was nothing natural about it.

You tried in every way to explain the sudden appearance of Endless in your life. People, even the ones who were mystically gifted, had never encountered anything bigger than a Demon or, in an even worse case, an Angel in their entire lives. Constantine was the only exception you knew, but even he was unable to see what it was you saw. You asked him, Despair was visible only to your eyes. "Why?" you once again asked yourself the same question. It had been months since you had first wandered unintentionally into the Dreaming, since Morpheus had first appeared in your life, and you had somewhat resigned yourself to the fact that the source of your abilities would remain unknown. "Why dwell on it when through them I have got to know him," you explained to yourself. And yet, lying on an uncomfortable hotel bed, staring at the ceiling, you couldn't accept that his sibling had appeared in your life with the same ease. "Did I set in motion a chain of events by bonding myself with the Dream? Did I open myself to others by giving myself to him?" you fiddled with the amulet with your fingers, "Should I tell him about it?" you wondered, but something kept you from following this thought. Whether it was Crones' warning or your own intuition, you didn't know, but you knew something was keeping you from telling him. "There is so much I don't know about him…" you realized. You had to admit to yourself that you didn't know how he would react, you didn't know what chain of events it would set in motion. You assumed, based on the story of his capture and imprisonment, that he didn't have a good relationship with his siblings, in fact, no one had come to his aid for over a hundred years. "How complicated must have been the relationships of beings who have existed since the creation of time." The Dream was to you what he wanted to be, he offered you everything he wanted to offer you, and only your imagination told you how much you didn't yet know about him. Because can you really know someone who has been around forever? "Can I trust that Dream will even let me get to know him as he is, and not some version of him that he created especially for me?" you asked, and sadness slowly crept into your heart.

You didn't want to think about it, you wanted to love and be loved, you wanted to give yourself to Dream and let him sweep you away, take you away from this pit of despair you called life. You wanted him to hide you in the Dreaming, to hide you from pain, suffering and constant struggle, you wanted to lose yourself in the Dream, you wanted to disappear with him in some small corner of his Realm, where night and day you could make love hidden from the world. However, despite your desires, you knew that life, even Endless' life was more complicated. You had to admit to yourself that you weren't sure you would have agreed to stay in the Dreaming forever if he had proposed. You loved him, but you had your responsibilities, your task to fulfill. You couldn't abandon your calling for love, and you knew he couldn't do it either.

Suddenly your overwhelmed self lit up with a stormy light awakening your senses, alerting them to the approaching change. The air around you seemed to bend, curving as you saw a vortex of golden sand forming in the middle of the room. Your heart leaped joyously as Morpheus emerged from the sand. Wrapped in his mystical cloak that hid a galaxy of stars, he looked at you with his endless eyes, and the stars shone joyfully upon seeing your smiling face.

"Hello beloved," you whispered rising from the bed. You came up to him, and he, without hesitating, kissed you deeply.

"You were missing from a Dreaming," he said, and you couldn't help but think if his voice would ever stop sending shivers down your spine, "I was worried."

"I can't sleep," you replied softly.

"Something on your mind?"

"It's been a long day," you replied giving in to his embrace.

"I saw," he stated as his cloak wrapped around you tightly.

"You saw? What do you mean?" you were surprised.

"For a moment I saw the exorcism you performed with Constantine," Morpheus explained.

"Just like when I heard your thoughts," you recalled the night Morpheus retrieved his ruby, "Morpheus, is it because of the vial of sand?"

"No," he replied shortly, "The sand contains an aspect of my existence, but it doesn't grant such possibilities. Not by itself." You looked at him questioningly, and he continued, "Just as I can't see the dreams of people in the Waking World, the sand wouldn't let me see your thoughts. The power that grants us this connection comes from you, not from me."

"But I'm just a Witch."

"Just a witch," he chuckled softly, "You sure?"

You clung to him, saying nothing. You didn't know how you could comment on this, since you yourself had questioned your reality barely moments ago.

"Come with me to Dreaming," Morpheus said quietly, "You need to rest." You just nodded and looked at John, "Don't worry, he will know."

*

Looking at his palace shining with a million lights against the starry night, you couldn't help but wonder about the dawning laws of night and rising day in Dreaming. After all, his Realm existed regardless of the time of day in the real world, after all, somewhere in the world at any time there was night. Yet the times of day and night seemed to change in Dreaming according to the will of its Ruler, like everything else.

"It's so beautiful," you gasped in admiration of the palace, "Absolutely stunning."

"Thank you," Morpheus accepted the compliment, "I think I've rebuilt it even more majestic than it was," he assessed his work then stood in front of you and looked deeply into your eyes with that gaze that seemed to look straight into your soul. "In the west wing, I have prepared chambers for you. In them, you will find all the comforts you may need. If you are missing something, if I haven't thought of something, tell me. I will personally see to it that the palace servants take care of it."

"Morpheus I…you didn't have to," you replied stunned.

"I wanted to," a faint smile appeared on his face, "You cannot fall asleep under the open sky every time and run home when you need something."

"Does that mean I'll find a coffee maker there?" you quipped.

"Coffee maker and anything else you want, " he laughed softly. “In my Realm your every wish will be granted.”

"Don't tempt me," you smirked, “Or I will start getting ideas."

Morpheus only smiled after which he took you by the hand and led you over a narrow bridge to the palace. It rose above the river that surrounded the palace, and in its perfectly smooth surface of water millions of stars reflected their splendor. You felt like when he first led you to the Dreaming, only now you were not following him, but walking side by side with him. As usual, he guided your arm under his, and your hand found its place on his forearm. He smiled at you with a smile discernible only to your watchful eyes. You could see the happiness in his eyes, the pride even as he led you towards the huge majestic gates of the palace. As you walked closer, you drew in the air loudly with amazement as the wyvern, griffin, and hippogriff bowed their heads in greeting to their Ruler. Their beauty and majesty took your breath away as they spread their wings proudly and addressed their Monarch.

"Greetings, My Lord," they spoke one after another.

"They are real," you whispered quietly squeezing Morpheus' shoulder tighter.

"Of course, they are real, as real as they can be in the Dreaming. They are entrusted to guard the entrance to the palace. They've been informed that you're always welcome here," Morpheus explained, and only now you realized that they were not only bowing to him, but also to you.

"Greetings, Milady," Gryffin addressed you politely, and you couldn't help but smile shyly.

"You will have to get accustomed to it," Morpheus noticed the blush appearing on your cheeks and smiled warmly, "Do not forget that I am the Ruler of this Kingdom, and you are mine. Everyone is obliged to show you proper respect." He explained as he led you through the palace gates, which opened on their own sensing his arrival.

The great hall, which only a few months ago you saw in a state of ruin and decay, now marveled with its mystical beauty. Numerous marble pillars were decorated with statues, reminding you of the great kings' palaces you had read about in fantasy books. The pillars were connected by arches under a high vault that, to your delight, was not a ceiling, but an open sky with delicate white clouds moving over its starry surface. At the end of the hall, a high winding staircase led to the King's throne, behind which shone huge stained glass windows in colors of gold, blue and green.

You wanted to stop and admire the sky overhead, marvel at every intricately created sculpture, every refraction of light, but Morpheus led you down a narrow corridor to the right up the stairs to the west tower.

"The entire west wing has been emptied and prepared just for you," he began quietly, "No one but me has permission to enter it. You are free to explore the castle, but you are not allowed to venture beyond its boundaries to the Dreaming itself, I can not ensure your safety within its changing borders."

"You speak as if I were to stay here longer," you said quietly, and Morpheus stopped in place, looked at you, took your hand, and brought it up to his chest, as was his custom.

"If you wish my palace can become your home" the stars shone with desire when the depth of his voice pierced you to the core.

You wanted to, you knew you should say something, yet the words seemed to be stuck within you. Your heart pounded ferociously as he looked at you this way, expecting an answer, and for a moment you even imagined yourself dressed in a beautiful gown, as you walked the majestic corridors of the palace day and night, as you accompanied him in his creation, as you explored the endless books in his library, free from pain, free from struggle, free from the cares of mortal life.

"Morpheus…" you began, and although you wanted with all your being to abandon your past life and stay with him in a Dreaming forever, "We need to talk…"

Morpheus reached for the handle and opened the door to one of the huge chambers that were meant to be yours.

"I hope you will find it to your liking," he said, ushering you into a room composed of shades of black, burgundy, and pale gold. Cozy, mystical, inviting. The fluffy carpet asked you to take off your shoes and touch it with your bare feet, and the armchairs and sofas invited you to relax and disappear into the world hidden in the many books that awaited you on the shelf. The huge bed invited you to sleep, to drift off into a land of oblivion and relaxation. A large dressing room hid countless gowns that promised to wrap your body with the touch of silk and velvet. The huge wings of the balcony window opened a view of the entire western side of the Kingdom, promising the most beautiful sunrises and sunsets.

"Morpheus I don't know what to say," you sighed, running your hand along the walls and furniture.

"This is all yours."

"Do you really want me to stay here?"

"Yes."

You opened the balcony door and stepped outside, inhaling deeply the freshness of the warm night air. You leaned against the railing and stared at the Dream's Kingdom stretching out before you. So calming, so delightful, how could you resist his invitation, how could you refuse him. Morpheus came up to you and also leaned against the railing staring at you. You knew he was waiting for an answer, you knew he was waiting for an answer you couldn't give him.

"I saw Despair," you said quietly, "Or at least I think so."

"In your profession, it seems to be expected."

"No, you don't understand, I saw Despair," you raised your eyes and gazed into the endless blackness of his night trying to read his reactions, "I also met Desire."

"Explain," he ordered, and although it seemed impossible the universe in his eyes darkened even more.

"Today, after the exorcism was completed, I saw Despair. A woman. She was sitting in the corner of the room and I was the only one who saw her," you said quietly gazing into the distance, you so wished Morpheus would wrap his arms around you instead of gazing into your soul, "she looked so…sad. Her eyes were so empty. There was something like a hook on her finger, she was cutting her face with it," you raised your eyes to Morpheus again, but his face remained the same, clouded, stern, "she also saw me. She looked directly at me."

"What about Desire?" the tone of his voice made fear creep into your heart.

"That was a few days ago. Right after we came back from England, right after you discovered that David wasn't in the Dreaming," you began to explain.

"I want you to tell me the details," he demanded.

"Fuck… how to say it," you blushed again, "I was a bit turned on after you left me so suddenly, if you know what I mean," Morpheus' stern look didn't make things any easier for you, "But before I could do anything I suddenly found myself in their Realm I guess. I think so. It was a big red chamber, and Desire was there. Like they were waiting for me," you tried to explain, but couldn't find the right words. You grabbed his hand and pulled him back into the chamber. You sat down on the bed on your shod feet and pulled him gently forcing him to sit down facing you. "I don't know if this is going to work," you began to explain seeing his confused look, "I rarely do this with people, and you're not human, but let's try," you reached out and put your fingers to his temple.

"What are you doing?"

"I can't explain everything in words, so I'll show you," you explained, "Relax and let me in," you instructed.

You focused on him, staring deeply into the endless universe of his eyes, trying to penetrate deeper, trying to find that connection that existed between you, like an invisible thread linking you in a joint fate. For a moment he resisted you, trying to push back the pushing force, but you did not give up. You took his face in your hands and pushed with your power even harder, and the resistance gave way. Inertia swept over you completely, as if you suddenly found yourself adrift in an impenetrable abyss of darkness. You closed your eyes and saw it. A shiny silver thin thread, shimmering against the blackness. You grabbed it with all your strength and Morpheus saw everything. He saw the red chamber and you standing dressed in black. He saw Desire hovering around you, brushing the hair away from your neck, touching your chest. You could feel his feelings, the rage boiling just below the surface, ready for action. He heard the words with which Desire taunted you, heard your strong answer, and you felt his darkness lighten with warmth. He saw everything you saw, felt everything you felt. And you knew he was angry.

You opened your eyes when you felt the touch of his gentle hands on yours. The abyss of his eyes remained indescribable as he held your hands in his own.

"That's why you asked me about the nature of Endless," he stated quietly.

You nodded, not knowing what else to say.

"Your power is extraordinary, my dear," he said and kissed your palms, "Thank you for showing it to me."

"I didn't plan to hide it from you, it just all happened so fast…" you justified yourself.

"I know, you don't have to explain yourself," he interrupted you.

"What are you going to do?"

"I do not know yet. Perhaps my siblings need to be reminded that we don't meddle in each other's affairs," the stars in his eyes lit up menacingly only to soften a moment later when his eyes met yours again, "You said you were mine before you said it to me," he noted, "Despite such understandable doubts, you gave yourself to me." There was nothing but deep tenderness in his voice.

"I meant what I said. I love you," you said quietly, "yes, there are a billion questions and a billion doubts in my head, but my love for you is not something I question. Desire, Despair, Lucifer himself can go fuck themselves for all I care. I am all yours and you are all mine."

Morpheus only drew you to him so that in his arms you lay down on the bed. He kissed you deeply, pouring all his devotion onto your lips. Cuddled in his arms, you finally allowed your nerves to relax, to let go of the burden that had been weighing you down for days.

"Sleep, My Heart. I will watch over you," he said, and you drifted off into a blissful state of unconsciousness.

~~TBC~~

~~***~~ Authors note: Throughout this past week I was sure that I won't be able to get the chapter out this week. I had the whole weekend planned so I was writing during a week to get as much as I could do. On Friday I was almost at 5k words. I wrote a bit on Sunday, and suddenly it turned out that I have Sunday free after all. So after a moment of pondering I decided to add one more "small" scene. Well, that small scene kinda grew! Sorry, not sorry. I do hope that you enjoyed this long chapter and the direction in which the story is proceeding. Fun fact! I never planned on making Constantine such a big part of the story, but he brings great energy, and tbh I've always been a fan. Thank you for sticking with me through another chapter. See ya at the next one! And as always Dear Reader, I thank you for reading. ~~***~~

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Dream With A Pregnant S/O Would Include...

Request: Yay! Requests are open! If your comfortable with it, could we get some headcanons with Morpheus having a pregnant s/o? I sense some angst due to the fact he lost his first child

This was actually very angsty to write but I hope this is alright my lovely, thank you for the request! Also I still haven’t read the comics yet (shame on me I know I deserve it), so I had to a little research so sorry if this is really OOC <3

(I do not own the Sandman or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @darklinsblog.)

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Oh my cheekbone man, my ass is quaking at the amount of eyeliner you manage to flawlessly put on while mine smudges till I look like a drowned skunk, my icon so pale you might as well be see through and wearing a face so pouty it’s like you’re smelling you’ve ripped and constantly have to smell a terrible fart 24/7 I want to give you a little smooch so bad my baby girl coded fashonista you’re the worst man ever I love you always and forever cat man.

Okay back to a more fitting tone for these slightly angstier headcanons!

It had been just a normal day: you were trying to help Lucienne clean up the ledgers she had been scouring through and left abandoned all over the gilded tiles. Every time you picked one up and started seeking out the correct shelf, Dream would distract you by appearing round the nearest corner of stacked books and chasing you through the dusty paraphernalia until you were near knocking over ancient volumes. It was the most joyous you had seen him in ages, as soon as he had managed to manifest in front of you and pin your wrists up against the creaking volumes. One minute you were giggling, trying to wriggle away from him, and the next his face is hovering over yours before he leans down to press a lingering kiss against your lips. The smirk seems to grow and bloom across his face, like the first breath of a beguiling spring when your waist bucked up against his and made him break away, leaning on his elbow to overshadow you with his adoring glow. Eventually, before he could relent and dip down for more, Lucienne has managed to cough loud enough to catch the Lord of Dreaming’s attention, asking him to step aside for a word.

What you couldn’t see, when he brushed his fingers down the side of your cheek and stepped off with his back to you, was what Lucienne was holding in her arms. Opening up the crisp pages, she shows Dream the newest ledger for the Dreaming, and the footnote on the bottom of page five hundred and two that has suddenly appeared: a new, faint heartbeat has risen over the last week within the dream world - one that seems to be connected to your own. For the first time in over several millennia, Dream is shocked to the point of inanimation; the book slips through his fingers and cracks down in shoots of thunder onto the marble floor. You creep over behind him, your heart pattering against your breast at the way his eyes have widened large enough to fit all of Saturn’s rings inside of their ethereal luminesce as he stares down at a new scuff on his shoes with intense concentration. Lucienne has managed to excuse herself and backed slowly out towards the door, so startled by the hailstones that seem to be cast in furious hurls across Dream’s placidly contorting face. When you finally dare to step round and press a cupped hand to the back of Morpheus’ neck, he finally blinks when you press a kiss to his chalcedony cold cheek. ‘Are you alright, my love. I- I hope Lucienne had no news that… perturbed you so-’. Before you could even finish your stammering thought, Dream has turned and tucked his arms around you so tightly you fear you may pop into shards of transient beauty right there and then. 

From time to time, while he’s not away on business in the waking world, he’ll spend every moment of his free time sitting beside you on your shared throne. After a moment of warm solitude shared between the two of you, the feeling of his forehead depressing from your own is replaced by him slipping down the seat. Crouched now on the floor by your feet, his cape crinkles and rustles like violet drops of stardust across the planes of your touching feet. He dips his head down till he’s staring at your belly button, observing it as a hand raises to spread like growing vine over the stretching skin. With intense concentration, he brings the shell of his ear down: with each sense, with each fibre of his wistful being, he tries to absorb all he can about this life growing inside of you. Although he’s far too pride-stricken to ever admit to it, the tears that cascade down the curve of his nose and fall down sweetly onto the inside of your thigh gives away just how enraptured he’s become in dreams of this new life.

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Daughter of Evil | Sandman Imagine

Summary: The Dream Lord has never seen eye to eye with Trigon’s daughter but one night the tension is too much to bare.

Pairing: Morpheus x Raven! Reader

Author’s note: I just wanted an excuse to use this GIF okay? And yes this has a certain degree of smut

Agilieth was a demon you had to put on check, as the daughter of Trigon and Arabella you were this dark entity that most of the times would get misunderstood.

Yes, your core was what most people would consider evil or deranged but in truth you had risen above your nature, you weren’t here to cause pain and destruction, you were here to protect the world from all the evils you knew.

You had the demon under your control, ready to send him away to Hell and this time make sure he could not resurface.

“Wait Y/N!” You groaned at hearing the voice of the Dream Lord, it was amazing to you how he always showed at the worst times.

“Morpheus, get out of here” you instructed him.

“Agilieth has information I require” he tried to reason with you.

“And you are interfering in my affairs” you groaned, the back and forth with the King of Dreams making you lose your focus and giving Agilieth a window of opportunity to attack you, making you fly out to the other side of the room.

The demon was close to escaping, but as you grew irritated you focused all your power to fulfill your task.

“Azarath Metrion Zinthos!” You exclaimed, your hands turning black as you casted the demon away.

As the mattered was handled you marched to Lord Morpheus grabbing him by the collar, but he didn’t seem happy with you either.

“You know what could’ve happened if Agilieth was on the loose?” You hissed in his face.

“You have no idea what you just did. That demon knew something about my helm” he groaned, you smirked sarcastically.

“Well guess what Lord Morpheus? Your interest mean shit to me” you were breathing heavily in each other’s faces, your hearts were beating loudly and you were inches away from one another, it was impossible for Morpheus not to divert to your lips

Maybe it was impulse or frustration or both things at once, but he kissed you passionately, your body immediately went with the flow of him, matching his heated energy.

When you broke apart Morpheus’ looked perplexed as if he couldn’t grab his head around what just happened.

“I do not-“

“Shut the fuck up” you said, tired of the situation, you didn’t want to think, you just wanted to act and regret later.

This time you were the one who had kissed him but this time around you didn’t put any resistance, both of you committing to the heat and impulse of the moment.

It was an odd but addicting sensation to feel Morpheus’ hands on every inch of your body, ripping your clothes, marking your skin.

As Morpheus had his head buried between your legs you were moaning, surrendering to your ecstasy, looking up there was a cross above your head, it was ironic how you were doing this in a chapel, but committing a deadly sin had never felt so right to you.

Even as you came and the Dream Lord feasted on the taste of you like you were the very elixir of life, you trembled.

You would be lying if you said you hadn’t imagined what Morpheus would be like as lover and he did exceed your expectations and wildest dreams.

Normally, you would like to be in control in all aspects of your life, but you couldn’t denied it was thrilling to give the power away and be handled with such expertise and confidence.

Morpheus grabbed you by the ankles, placing you perfectly under him, he lined himself to your entrance and kissed you as he sunk deep inside you, making you tense and cry out of pleasure as you grabbed your arms around his neck and you started meeting his thrust with fervor.

The king of Dreams was in Cloud Nine right now, you felt perfect around him and your sounds of pleasure got him to a wild point, it was as if he just needed more and more.

Cumming inside you was the most sinful yet thrilling act, even the feeling of his seed running down your leg had brought upon you a sense of content almost.

Morpheus followed your every move intently, admiring how you collected your clothes and with all the patience in the world you got dressed.

He couldn’t know for sure, but he could almost swear you were doing this on purpose to lure him and it was working like a damn charm.

The Endless grabbed his arms around your waist softly, kissing your shoulder making you turn to face his blue eyes.

“Will I see you again?” He asked you confused as to where did this leave you in terms of your complex relationship.

“Well if you are eager to see me, you know where to find me” you whispered in his ear and then kissed his lips, he watched as you stood up simply before looking at him.

“It has been a pleasure, Lord Morpheus. And believe me, I don’t say that often” that was the last thing you said before going back to your dimension.

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TOM STURRIDGE as Dream of the Endless The Sandman 1.06: "The Sound of Her Wings"

Happy holidays!

Warm wishes featuring the funniest handmade ornament I’ve done in a hot sec

Holy fuck, i am so happy rn

so... in an attempt to make my best friend watch the sandman, i created this powerpoint

in conclusion... please watch it

links to the memes i used in the presentation:

Anthropomorphic Personification

Everyone vs. Dream

Mr. Brightside

Comfort Character

Morpheus listens to My chemical romance. Trust me.