My name is Del and I am 21. I am a leo sun, cancer moon, and scorpio rising. I go by they/them pronouns. I am currently going to school for Psychology and work at a shitty retail job. I have been writing fanfics since I was in the fifth grade, my first fanfic being based on Soul Eater...my older work is very embarrassing to me lmao But, I love writing and this is my second attempt at trying to do a tumblr blog.
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F a n d o m s
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I currently write for:
Stranger Things
Steve Harrington
Robin Buckley
Jim Hopper
Star Wars
Anakin Skywalker
Obi-Wan Kenobi
Ahsoka Tano
Din Djarin
Luke Skywalker
Leia Organa
Captain Rex | CT-7567
Community
Jeff Winger
Annie Edison
Harry Potter
Harry Potter
Hermione Granger
Draco Malfoy
Fred Weasley
George Weasley
Cedric Diggory
The Sandman
Dream/Morpheus
The West Wing
Josh Lyman
Sam Seaborn
Cobra Kai
Johnny Lawrence
Miguel Diaz
More could be added later on, but if you have a question about a character who may not be on here, feel free to ask!
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Originally, I was planning for the fic to be ten chapters, but I realized I also wanted to have the character’s story continue through the actual series. So, as of now there are ten additional chapters, but I wanted to know if y’all would prefer for all of it to be the same fic, or it’s own story.
Also...I was wondering if I should rewrite the original story from Morpheus’s perspective...like idk if I’m gonna do the full story, maybe see if y’all want specific chapters in his point of view.
Please, let me know what you think!!
I’m gonna try and get chapter five out by Sunday :)
summary: morpheus is captured by roderick burgess, but is swiftly rescued by his wife
A/n: yeah ik, ik, i should be working on love game but hehe this was way too irresistible. basically a Love game au where morpheus treated you right and you save morpheus from his imprisonment at the height if burgess’ power. Think of this as what could have been is morpheus was a better husband from the beginning. gif not mine !!
Jessamy was your final warning that Roderick Burgess is not your normal opponent. He was such a ridiculously luck-favored individual that despite failing to capture Death, he had imprisoned the next best thing. He stole his tools, bringing him prosperity. The magician Burgess became renowned in the waking world, a man of miracles, blessed by the gods who created magic themselves, and- some say, has a demon locked in his basement.
You had tried to enter it once, thinking that you could just pop by and drag Dream from his cage, but someone had tipped Burgess to write runes around every entrance and exit in his house that weaken you and can ban you from entering, unless someone wanted you in. You have a strong hunch that they were the same person to warn the magician not to break the summoning circle, and enclose Dream inside a glass sphere.
You were with Jessamy, helping her dodge every bullet Burgess had tried to aim. It is through Jessamy that you finally get your first glance of the mansion’s inner lodgings, preening forward as Jessamy lights up a fire and hides in the corners of the mansion until, finally, you are greeted with the first sight of Dream in a year.
His unruly hair was the first thing you saw, before he slowly lifted his head up in hope. Morpheus is stripped bare, without his helm, ruby and pouch of sand. Without any robes. He looks at Jessamy with adoration. Wherever Dream the Endless goes, there will always be his loyal raven not too far behind. But there was a quick lift of his lips as he spots his bird- a private smile. That one is for you.
Though you were far, far away from Earth, you could hear the small clink Jessamy’s beak made as she frantically pecked on the glass orb that holds your husband. You watch in devastation how the hope in Morhpeus’ eyes faded away, replaced by a look of utter resignment. Still, he lifts his hand to touch his glass cage to his precious bird.
While in her head, you could feel Jessamy’s emotions, how she was as desperate as you to set her lord go, her utter relief at how she finally entered the house after months of trying, and her overwhelming fear that something was going to go wrong. You feel how Jessamy pushes and fails to push this lingering fear of death that she senses in the air, trying her best to focus on the glass, to keep pecking, and pecking until-
Until nothing.
You open your eyes with a start and mouth agape, grasping your sheets in freight as you feel a phantom pain at your back. You try to remember where you are as you get up from bed. You feet touches a lush red rug that stretches a little more after the bed ends, a floor with pristine marble walls that shimmer as you walk, and a mirror on your right that if you go through would take you to your own realm.
Home. This is where you are, home in the Dreaming, home to the private chamber you share with your husband, Dream. Dream, who is not here. Dream, who is in the waking world, held prisoner by some amateur magician who got lucky.
You know what you must do. You exit your room and walk towards his throne room in a hurry, up the stairs to his seat of power uninterrupted until you sense a quiet presence with you.
Lucienne is at the foot of the steps, looking at you in both sadness and fear as she spots your bow and quiver with your person, your trusted weapons that will aid you in whatever comes next.
“My lady,” she starts, and her warm dark gaze falls on you as you stare at her eyes back. Somehow there is an entire conversation that was said in silence as you look at each other's gaze. You can hear her warnings, her hesitations on your leave, her worry on the slowly deteriorating state of the Dreaming. You can hear her attempts to persuade to stay, that perhaps Morpheus would free himself soon. In your ears, you can also hear your replies, your attempts to soothe her worry, your promises to come back. It is not lost to you that you may be repeating the exact same thing your husband said.
“Safe travels.” She says instead and you know you have gotten her blessing.
You slip into the waking world without a moment’s thought.
-
There are three facts you recite to yourself as you approach the Burgess Manor in all its splendor. First, there is a party tonight. The Burgess monarch seems to love these parties, having one at every month, each growing more extravagant than the last. There is a growing crowd of eager party goers hoping to catch a glimpse and the favor of the Burgess monarch. Two, thanks to the runes carved above every entrance of the house, you must be invited inside.
You walk towards the crowd in confidence, putting on a show to anyone who is looking. You glance to your right as you see yourself in the reflection of a car window- utterly gorgeous. Lips as red as the blood you will cry tonight, eyes as dark as sunless sky and your smile as deadly as your fury. Three, you are the most beautiful girl in the party.
Not that it matters, you think to yourself as you walk through the crowd who parts as you strut. They will all see who they want to see.
You catch a boy guarding the front door as he lets other guests in. You follow the line of people, before catching the arm of an unsuspecting man, halting him from entering the door.
“Wha- oh. Oh, hello, may I help you?” His initial anger has immediately faded as he saw you, replaced by an infatuated grin. You squint your eyes when you realize he is not a reminder of his lady wife when he looks at you, but rather a girl from a whore house a couple of blocks from his home.
“I can’t help but to notice you were unaccompanied on this lovely night,” you start, tugging his arm closer until you are hugging it. “I was wondering if I can keep you company tonight…?”
The nameless man smiles easily. “Well, since you asked so nicely.”
You giggle in delight and the man leads you towards the door. As you passed by the carved runes of the door, you felt a wave of fatigue run over that almost made you stumble. The man you are thankfully does not notice, as his head was still in the clouds of scoring a woman so beautiful.
But despite his luck, the man quickly announces his leave as soon as he sees Roderick Burgess on a chair. He is more eager to save his dying company than to have the presence of Love themselves, it seems. You do not mind and laugh comfortingly as he mournfully apologizes as he takes his leave, giving you not one, but four longing glances as he approached his target. You do not mind. The nameless man had let you inside and led you to Roderick Burgess in less than five minutes. You would have considered blessing him if only he was faithful to his marriage.
You slink behind people, accepting a glass of champagne to blend in but never leaving your sights off the man who had imprisoned Dream. He is constantly surrounded by different people, some part of his household, but most were his fellow amateur magicians and cultists, eager to get his acquaintance. You wait until he is finally alone. He stands to walk, and you follow.
“All that talking must be tiring.” You have heard that he has a lover already, a young blonde girl that is often seen hanging on his arms in these types of events. But the fact that you had not seen her yet tonight makes you optimistic. That and how you wear his old wife’s face, the one that face that Randall inherited- its why he loved him the best, you know you have won. “Isn’t it tiring?”
It takes a second for him to reply, too taken aback by a dead face. “It is but a necessary evil of the powerful,” he says, offering you his arm. You happily accept and cling to it. “Do you drink, fair lady?”
“I do, but I am not as fond of wine, sir.” You reply. You place your hand on his chest as a spur of red magic ignites out of your palms. You feel his heart and squeeze. “I’m afraid you must drink twice as much for the both of us tonight.”
Love me, love me, love me, your magic inside him chants.
Roderick Burgess smiles and laughs like a happy man, and you knew you spoke like his dead wife came to life. Despite his sins against Morpheus, you find comfort to at least provide him this brief fantasy. A human’s grief has always hit you a hard, and you would have felt bad for exploiting his mourning if he did not have you husband locked under his house. You know what you must do.
You patiently wait with a smile getting harder to hide as the hours pass by. You watch as Roderick Burgess receives drink after drink, never declining a glass of wine that was offered. You wait until he is stumbling in his walk, until he needs you by his side to keep himself from falling.
The party was long over when he was finished. All guests had retreated home, or had passed out in the living room. Roderick Burgess clings on your shoulder as he thinks you are leading him to his bedroom. He is too drunk to notice that you have not climbed the stairs, but rather down to the hallway, towards the door to his basement.
You halted at the door that Jessamy had previously entered. “What is behind this door, sir? Surely not another one of your living rooms?”
Roderick took a glance at the door and laughed. “A great failure,” he replies. “But a blessing in disguise nonethelessh.”
His voice slurs and you smile. “Impossible. Failure does not know Roderick Burgess,” you say and he laughs even harder. “After all, they whisper of the demon you keep in your basement.”
He shrugs himself off your grip as he stumbles towards the door. “Failure? I know it well, girl. My son, gone. My wife-“ he mournfully looks at you before quickly looking away out of grief or lust, you do not know. “-is dead. You think I do not know what you are doing? You’re just like the rest of them! So hungry for power, so hungry for what I can give.”
You seethe. He cannot give anything. Every single blessing that was brought forth to his life was because of your husband's stolen tools.
“You are jushh like the rest of ‘em,” he declares, his words getting louder and sloppier. “But tonight, I shall show you, thanks to the wonderful company you’ve given me tonight.”
You did not give him good company. Roderick had fun by himself drink after drink. You had merely waited.
He swings the basement doors open and enters and you follow quietly behind him like a silent shadow. There is a stone hallway that you go through before finally, you see your husband’s sphere cage. At the sound of your voice, Morpheus lets out a small grin. His eyes were curious, head tilting in confusion on what you were doing down here. You make it a point not to look at him.
“He is not a demon,” Roderick starts, walking to Dream. He stops before the summoning circle. “He is Endless. More than a God, but less than Death.” Roderick turns to you and beckons you with his hand. You accept his hand gracefully, and Roderick leads you beside him. At the corner of your eye, you see Morpheus look at your conjoined palms. “I had tried to summon Death for my Randall. I got him instead,” he spits angrily.
“Then what does he do?” You ask, eyeing at the summoning circle. You see Dream’s prison, but you do not know how to break it yet. You must be smart. “And this?” You ask, your foot gesturing to the runes written on the floor.
You were tugged back harshly before your foot could even touch the circle. “Break that circle and he will kill you.” Roderick hissed in an angry breath. Morpheus’ eyes darken at Roderick’s grating action, but dared not to move.
“He does not bargain,” Roderick starts, looking back at Morpheus and you take it as your cue to move back slowly. You feel your bow appear in your hands, strong and steady just like how you must be. There is already an arrow ready on it waiting for you. “nor does he show any sort of emotions.”
You nock the arrow, keeping your eyes on the man. Before you, Morpheus eyes your weapon but keeps a passive face giving nothing away from your scheme.
“He cannot do anything at all.” Roderick raises a hand and gestures for you without turning. “Come, love. Say hi. Don’t be afraid, he cannot even speak.”
You look at Morpheus in the eye and raise your bow to Roderick’s head. “Hello, Dream.”
Morpheus looks at you now with all the fondness in his eyes and the softest smile on his lips- the rare kind of look reserved for a selected few that you receive in bulk. “Hello, wife.”
You could see Roderick’s confused frown reflected on the glass sphere before turning his head to you. As if in slow motion, you watch his eyes darken in fury and embarrassment as he realizes he has been tricked. He opens his mouth, but your arrow hits his head first. You watch as your arrow disappears as soon as it hits its mark, and you wait for Roderick Burgess to hit the floor before you scramble to the floor and erase as much of the summoning circle as you can. You frantically scrub every written symbol you can reach until there is a wide gap.
“My Love,” Morpheus calls, halting your action. You turn to him, relishing to see him through your eyes. You raise your hand against the sphere and Dream does the same. So close and yet so far.
“I am sorry about Jessamy,” you whisper, guilt lacing every word. Your husband closes his eyes in pain, as if reliving the exact memory of his trusted bird dying in front of him. “What must I do?” You look around quickly. “Morpheus, we don’t have much time and I- I am weakened here. There are runes, and if you want to get out you must do it now.”
“I cannot break this cage from the inside, my Love.” Dream says with the same resigned look on his face. “Leave me, if you must-“
“No!” You shriek. “No, please, Morpheus-“ You look around again, searching for the room for anything that might help. There were two desks before the sphere, probably for the guards stationed around Dream, but you do not see any firearms. There is nothing strong enough to break his cage, until the thought finally dawns upon you.
“I must cry,” you realize.
You drop to the floor as soon as you say the words, squeezing your eyes shut as the familiar pain of your blood tears start streaming from your face. You have felt fire burn before, but nothing will ever compare to the poisonous magic your tears bring. Your head feels like it's frozen and on fire at the same time, but your eyes carry the most damage your tears bring, making them feel like a hot white pain. It is a burn, poison and freezing at the same time.
Despite your weakened state, you managed to clutch a single arrow out. You grip on it like it's your lifeline before putting it’s tip under your eye to catch your blood tears.
“Love, why must you weep for me?” Morpheus asks, kneeling down in his cage, trying his best to be as close as he could.
You try to laugh. “I have been deprived of my husband for almost a year, my lord,” you reply weakly, still bowing at your burning eyes. As soon as you know the arrow is coated fully with your blood tears, you halt crying and weakly nock the arrow immediately. “He was taken from me.”
Morpheus, familiar to the power your blood tears hold, had backed away as far as he could in his glass cage. You waste no moment aiming your arrow towards the glass and shoot. The glass explodes with a loud boom that echoes across the room, shaking the basement and the house above you. Distantly, you hear screams above and you wonder if you had accidentally caused an earthquake. Your arrow makes you fly across the room, hitting the stone wall that you were behind before.
But all thoughts leave your head when a familiar touch holds your face gently. Morpheus is finally in front of you, his hands feeling so warm despite not being human. He looks at you with stars in his eyes and a smile of adoration on his mouth.
“But crying pains you.”
You feel his thumb wipe your blood tears away, staining your cheeks even redder. “I would cry rivers of blood if it means having you back.”
You smile in his hands, eyes bloodshot and cheeks stained red. Morpheus has never seen you so beautiful. Slowly, he leans forward and gives you a kiss on your head before cradling your head again to look at you.
Your husband is not one to say his words aloud, but you heard thank you, I’m sorry, and I love you through his kiss all the same.
“Let us go home,” you say, grasping his hand and kissing his palm.
“As long as Dream of the Endless is with Love, his wife,” Morpheus starts. “He is already home.”
summary || ❝ Still. The love she held for him was sincere and pure. ❞
pairing || Morpheus x Muse!Reader
word count || 3,568
warnings || SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 11??? Emotional Morpheus (deserves a warning tbh)
notes || Please blame @beautifulbows924 for fueling this imagine! She is once again my beta reader also so please go check out her works and new Fics about Morpheus, they are amazing! Enjoy reading!
Morpheus.
The Lord of The Dreaming, who swept Calliope off of her feet. Shared his many fragments of knowledge and wanted to show her so much more. She was the apple of his eye, while you had to watch from the background, visibly happy but on the inside utterly heartbroken.
You had introduced the two, being the gracious older sister that only wanted your family to meet the man you were coming to befriend. However, when he set his eyes on Calliope, you had known you’d lost him. And even Calliope couldn’t stop herself from falling for his gallant aura.
someone on ao3 commented on wicf and was like “oh I really like it but you write in gender neutral, so I can’t read it. this is where I stop reading it.”
author’s note: I finally got this done. I am so sorry it took me so long. I hope you guys end up liking it 🥺
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pairing: Morpheus x Reader
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warnings: none
word count: 4,157
Chapter Four: Adjusting
(Y/N) couldn't help but smile fondly at the pages between their fingers. The Dreaming was not an easy place to exist in as a mortal, but with their newfound family, and a certain Dream Lord, things soon fell into place for them.
Plus, these were the memories (Y/N) cherished the most. It was the start of their new life, as it was the start of something that they did not see coming.
The first few moments of really being in the Dreaming felt so surreal for (Y/N). They were actually here, standing in front of the never-ending bookshelves that only seemed even more impossibly tall now that they were there in person. Carefully, they stepped forward, gently grabbing one of the books in their hands. The weight of it felt a lot heavier than they remembered. A grin grew on their face.
"Peculiar that you are excited about the books you surround yourself in almost every other night." Morpheus's voice chimed in, snapping them away from their thoughts. (Y/N) sees through the corner of their eye the tiniest of amused grins appearing on his face.
"It is much more different now that I am actually here, my Lord." They tease, placing the book back on the shelf. "You get to live with this all the time, I only saw it through dreams." He takes a step forward, shrinking the already small gap of space that was between them. (Y/N) could feel their face warm up at the sudden closeness, slowly shifting their gaze into the icy eyes of the towering man before them. There was a curious glint in his eyes.
"And now that you are here?" His gaze seems to burn through their very soul. He always did seem to hold the most intense looks, even over light conversations, such as this one. Their eyes shift around the room once more, before returning to his.
"I have never seen anything more beautiful in my entire life...even in my dreams I thought your realm was stunning...but standing here now, everything just seems so much more real, even more vibrant..." They trail off, turning to look back at the library in its entirety. "Still hard to believe you can call this wonderful place your home."
"Do not forget," His deep voice rumbles. "The Dreaming, it is now your home too." (Y/N) could feel the tears prick the corners of their eyes. They feel a gentle tug of their body, their attention returning to Morpheus's. They could feel a cold hand carefully press against their cheek, wiping a stray tear from their eye. "Please, do not cry." His voice has a softness to it that seems to make their heart flutter. (Y/N) shakes their head.
"I am just so grateful to you, f-for everything you've done, I just don't know how I could-" (Y/N) seems to stumble over their own words. A heavy fog seemed to consume their head as the lights of the library seemed to shine unforgivably so. (Y/N) saw the look of concern that had crossed Morpheus's features. Their body stumbled slightly, as their eyes slammed shut, but they could feel two arms quickly wrap themselves around their frame.
"It seems I underestimated the effect my realm would have on your body...I am sorry..." His voice mumbles. "Rest now, for the Dreaming will be here when you awaken..." Was the last thing they heard before feeling their body give into a deep slumber.
(Y/N) wasn't sure just how much time had passed. They also weren't too sure if they were actually asleep. However, the setting before them seemed eerily familiar. They could feel themselves floating, through what seemed to be a void of nothingness. Except for this time, it was without the overwhelming feeling of existential dread that followed after being unwillingly married. A familiar warm glow beamed across their face, as their eyes are greeted by their door.
"It's time for you to wake up, (Y/N)..." It called to them in hushed whispers. "Begin the life of which you always deserved..." The audible pop of the door echoes throughout the void, followed by the creak of its hinges. (Y/N)'s body pushes through the door, and they shut their eyes bracing for some kind of impact like the last time.
Except for this time, there was no audible thud that they could make out.
Or harsh impact they could feel on their spine.
(Y/N) supposed that was probably a good thing.
Carefully, their eyes fluttered open, and while the sight before them was indeed a familiar one, it was not the one they had hoped to see. Before them, was their favorite flower field, and pressed against their back was a familiar trunk of a tree. Their brows furrowed. As much as they loved this field...
Why on earth were they here?
Shouldn't they be in the Dreaming? In the library? Hell, even in the throne room? Why would they be back here?
(Y/N) felt panic begin to set in. Were they really stuck back in that horrible life? Would they have to return home to an angry Elliot? Did they only dream about Morpheus whisking them away? So many questions ran through their mind, as their breathing began to pick up. Quickly, they pushed themself off the ground, rushing out of the field. However, the more they ran...the more the field didn't seem to end. (Y/N) brings themself to a full stop, panting heavily.
"Oh...what the hell is this..." They grumble.
"I thought you would have liked this place." A deep voice murmured, causing (Y/N) to practically jump from their skin. They turn to see Morpheus, whose brows were currently furrowed. They march up to him, lightly pushing his shoulder.
"Don't scare me like that! You made me think I was back in my world!" They cross their arms, a small pout forming on their face. "Made me feel like I was bloody crazy." Morpheus, still confused, cocks his head to the side.
"I...I do not understand what I did wrong. Did you not like this field as much as I had assumed?" (Y/N) lets out a sigh, before shaking their head, their heart rate finally calming down.
"No, I'm sorry. It wasn't about the field." Their eyes glance back toward the familiar setting before them. "When I woke up...and I saw the flowers...I thought that this had all been-"
"A dream?" (Y/N) nods.
"Exactly. I was worried, but I guess I should have realized." They carefully kneel down, gently caressing one of the lilies between their fingers. A small smile crosses their features. "It is just as beautiful though...how did you do this?" (Y/N)'s eyes shift back to the man who seemed to be watching every move they made intently.
"A dream." He states simply, causing their brows to furrow. Before they could question, he continues. "This place, you have many fond memories of it. You tend to dream in it often, do you not?" They give a small nod. "I figured this would be a pleasant place for you to awaken in." The smile on (Y/N)'s face seems to grow wider.
"You made this for me?" They asked a cheekiness to their tone. The man remains stoic.
"Everything that lives in the Dreaming has its own place, I was simply...helping you with yours." He says with a firmness. They rise to their feet, wiping off some of the dirt from their clothes, before turning to face the towering man.
"Well, whatever the case is, it's perfect. Thank you, Morpheus..." They could see his harsh gaze soften just a bit. Their heart begins to swell in their chest, as they take a step forward, leaving barely any space between the two. "I don't know how I can ever repay all of the kindness you have shown to me." They feel a hand gently press against their cheek, a warmth beginning to radiate at his touch.
"There is no need to thank me. I just hope now you are able to find a life here that you can enjoy." (Y/N) couldn't help but melt at his words. They really wondered how they ended up here, whisked away into some fantasy realm quite literally made of dreams, and seemingly captivated by the man who pronounced himself as the King of it all. If they were to bring up any of this in their world, they most certainly would have been considered insane.
And yet, here they stood. Practically chest to chest with someone almost godlike.
"I think there will be much of life to live, as long as I am with you, my Lord." (Y/N) had a slight tease to their tone, but it was nothing but lighthearted. A deep rumble broke from Morpheus's chest, an amused glint in his eyes.
"Is that so?" He asks, the faintest of grins ghosting amongst his pale features. (Y/N) feels their head nod vigorously.
"If you were to allow it, I would follow you where ever you would go. That is of course until my time is up." Morpheus's brows furrow.
"Time?"
"Well, as you like to put it, I am mortal at the end of the day. I will die at some point. I'm sure being in the Dreaming doesn't change that factor." A deep frown formed on the man's features. (Y/N) lets out a small sigh, placing their own hand against his cheek. "Death is someone I will meet someday, but hopefully not anytime soon." They flashed him a small smile. "After all, I want to spend as much time as I can here, with you and Lucienne..." From the corner of their eye, they could spot a familiar raven landing just a few feet away. "And even Jessamy, though I don't think she's quite fond of me." They teased, the raven letting out a sharp croak in response. A gentleness softened Morpheus's features.
"Unfortunately, her arrival is my cue to leave." The two stepped away from each other, and (Y/N) already feels their own frown coming on, missing the closeness of their...friend? King? The jury was still out on that one. "Until next time, (Y/N)." They let out a small sigh, as Morpheus makes his way from the field, Jessamy following close behind. However, he seems to stop mere moments later. "Oh, and before I forget..." He turns to face them. "You should probably report to Lucienne. The library has been a bit chaotic without your help for the last few days." The frown deepens on (Y/N)'s features.
"Days?"
~
Turns out, transporting (Y/N)'s physical body to the Dreaming had been more taxing on them than they realized. Lucienne was quick to inform them that they had been in fact asleep for almost two weeks. Two bloody weeks and Morpheus had decided to not mention this mere fact to them at all. Not that time really mattered.
After all, time was nothing more than a mere illusion in the Dreaming.
But still, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel flabbergasted by this revelation. They had already been in the Dreaming for half a month's time, and throughout their entire stay so far, they had been sleeping. However, their long sleep could explain why they felt like they hadn't eaten in days. Because they quite actually hadn't. Lucienne was quick with leading them to the castle's kitchen and having the staff fix them something to eat. Munching on their (favorite food), (Y/N) peers over at Lucienne.
"Why was I asleep for so long? Is that normal when mortals visit the Dreaming?" Lucienne shakes her head.
"Most mortals visit the Dreaming while they sleep. This is a world meant for the dreamers after all. But you...are a special circumstance." (Y/N) cocked their head to the side.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, take the fact of how you used to enter the Dreaming. Through this door only you seem to see. No other mortal has had that ability before. It is...unheard of. And we still don't even understand how it is possible." Lucienne looks up from her clipboard. "Then there is the matter of bringing your physical body here, versus coming here with your unconscious self. Those are two very different distinctions. This realm was made for people to wander in their slumber, and yet here you are! An actual mortal living in the Dreaming, not just visiting." (Y/N) couldn't help but smile at their friend's excitement over the idea. "You are quite the anomaly, Mx. (L/N)."
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing, Lucienne?" They teased. A small smile makes its way onto the woman's face.
"Only time will tell, my dear. Now, hurry up and finish eating. We have much work to get to."
~Four Months Later~
Though it was a bit of an adjustment when they first came to the Dreaming, (Y/N) had quickly fallen into a comfortable routine. They spent most of their days with Lucienne, helping out around the library wherever they could, similar to how they would when all they were doing was just dreaming. But now, it was different.
(Y/N) suddenly found themselves with a lot more free time in the Dreaming.
They were able to roam the castle's halls, which always felt like they shifted in a way that made them different each time they wandered through. They were able to explore the outer areas of the Dreaming, meeting pirates fabricated from man's fiction, and even creatures like mermaids and those of the fae. (Y/N) even had time to shape the field into a home they could live in for what could very well be their forever, creating a small cottage that had their favorite oak tree in their line of sight from their home's window. And though all of these experiences and newfound freedoms elated their heart, there was one particular aspect of the Dreaming that (Y/N) cherished the most.
The spare moments they were able to spend with the King of Dreams.
Since their little revelation from when they first arrived physically at the Dreaming, Morpheus seemed to seek out (Y/N) often. Even if it was just for a brief moment, it seemed he made it a point to see them at least once per mortal day, since time ran a bit differently in his realm. (It had taken (Y/N) a bit to wrap around their head that they had already been there for four months.)
Nevertheless, each moment the two had exchanged recently had made the pounding in (Y/N)'s chest harsher and created a newfound longing to be by his side. Though they made sure not to let this new feeling take precedence over their work at the library, it was starting to get harder and harder to ignore. Plus, (Y/N) had a difficult time accepting the fact that they even had feelings for an Endless, let alone the idea that he may return them.
I mean, why would he?
He'd probably been with far more interesting beings, more interesting than a mere mortal like themself. (Y/N) felt a twinge in their heart as their mind lead them down this path of self-doubt. Currently, they were rearranging one of the aisles of books to put it back in its rightful order, but their head seemed to be clouded with the thoughts of their current predicament.
How does one necessarily move past an Endless?
He was infatuating in almost every way. Morpheus may have a mostly cold exterior, and (Y/N) was convinced he had an ego the size of the sun (though they would never openly admit that), but he had a gentleness to him that others didn't seem to acknowledge. Maybe it was special treatment reserved for them, maybe they were just reading into things, maybe he was just using them as something to pass the time, whatever the reason, (Y/N) was convinced behind his "kingly" attitude, there was something more to him. This leads them back to their earlier predicament...
Why would he have any possible interest in someone like them?
(Y/N) felt a frown form on their face, shaking their head slightly as if that would get rid of their thoughts. Their eyes refocused back on the task at hand, wanting nothing more than to find some sort of distraction from themself. However, life clearly had a way of toying with (Y/N), as they felt a familiar warmth on their face.
The glowing book had made a reappearance.
This time not at a terrifying height.
The book was staring right at them, glowing as brightly as it possibly could. So much so, that (Y/N) had to squint their eyes a bit. Carefully, they approached the shelf the book was on, sliding it out from its spot. It felt heavier this time and seemed to radiate some kind of warmth in the palm of their hand.
Where I Can't Follow: The Heartwrenching Tale of an Endless and a Mortal
Definitely the same book as before, not that they had any doubts.
Delicately, they flip through the pages, hoping that there would be more in it this time than just the singular sentence. They were not disappointed. However, if anything, the book just left (Y/N) with more questions.
It began in a dream.
A lone sailor struggled to make it through the unforgiving ocean created by their fears.
They struggle against the neverending waves while being pelted by an angry gray sky full of rain.
(Y/N) frowned. This was sounding a little too familiar.
Hope appeared to be on the horizon, as the sailor finally spotted land in the distance.
With all of their remaining strength, they battled against their own demon-filled sea, and with a sigh of relief, crashed onto the land.
However, there was one thing the sailor underestimated.
The sea was unwilling to let go of its prey, as wave after wave belligerently crashed against their frail boat.
As they struggled to escape from the tide's clutches, there is something in the distance that catches their eye.
A man.
A man who happens to watch with zero sympathies as the sailor struggles to free themself of a nightmare that was of their own design.
"You could help me, you know!" The sailor shouted, clearly disgruntled by the man who seemed to only want to watch.
However, what the sailor didn't know-
"What has caught your attention so thoroughly that you have been burning holes through one of my library shelves?"
(Y/N) feels their entire body jolt, flinging the book into the air. At least, it would have been thrown, and practically would have hit Morpheus in the face, if it was still there. But just like the door, it always seems to disappear when others are near. Catching their breath, they turn towards the man, who seemed to have the slightest smirk. "Do I really still cause you to have such a volatile reaction?" They roll their eyes.
"Oh, hush up. It's not my fault you barely seem to make a sound when you walk. You really are a damn cat at times, Mr. Surley." The smirk fades, but the amusement in his soft blue eyes remains strong.
"I hate it when you call me that." (Y/N) crosses their arms.
"And I hate it when you scare the daylights out of me, but here we are, both hating things that are seemingly out of our control." They remark with a playful snippiness. Morpheus's eyes squint before he gives a small shake of his head.
"You play with fire, (Y/N)."
"And you fan the flames, my Lord." That caused the tiniest of smiles to return to his face.
"You still never answered my question." (Y/N) cocks their head to the side. He lets out a sigh. "What were you looking at with such intensity before?" They avert his gaze. How could they have already forgotten about the magical book? The magical book that was clearly telling the story of how the two of them first met. Why was there a book about their first encounter? (Y/N) could see the frown forming on Morpheus's features, realizing they were taking too long to respond.
"Just fixing the shelf up, I must have just gotten lost in my own thoughts." Morpheus's eyes squinted again. He seemed unconvinced. The book was clearly about them, but why was it considered heartwrenching? They weren't even together in any sort of way besides just being close confidants. At least, they assumed they were confidants. But, if the book was unfinished like the last time...did it mean something would happen to them in the future? (Y/N) could feel their heart pounding in their chest. Would they actually end up with the Endless that meant so much to them? So many questions raced through their mind.
"(Y/N), you know lying is not in your skillset. What were you-"
"Can an Endless be with a mortal?"
...
...
...
Morpheus's body seemed to go rigid, and suddenly (Y/N) was regretting ever saying anything. They feel their fingers begin to scratch at their other arm, doing everything they could to avoid his gaze.
"What would make you ask that?" They can't really decipher the tone that he was conveying. But, whatever it was, (Y/N) felt as if they had just crossed a line they could never come back from. They feel their fingers scratch harsher against their skin.
"I...I-I...please just forget I said anything. P-Please..."
"(Y/N)." His voice came out harsh. "Why would you ask such a thing?" They start up rambling again, but before they could continue, cold fingers press underneath their chin, lifting their head up carefully, to gaze straight into his eyes. It was still hard to make out what Morpheus was feeling, but his brows were furrowed, and his gaze practically tore right through them. "Tell me." His voice was low, the request coming out more like a command. Gods, he was using his damn kingly tone on them. (Y/N) bit their lip before letting out a deep breath.
"Oh for fuck's sake...I can't believe I'm doing this..." They mumbled, eyes averting his gaze for a mere moment, before returning to match his same intensity. "I think I'm in love with you, Morpheus. I have been for a while. Ever since that day you practically rescued me...I haven't been able to look at you the same. And maybe I thought there was a chance- but I clearly see that..."
"(Y/N)."
"I mean, what was I thinking? You are a God! An Endless! You probably have plenty of gorgeous goddesses or otherworldly beings that are just waiting for you to even look their way-"
"(Y/N)."
"But I also blame you for putting me in this state of absolute lunacy! I mean, it's like personal space doesn't exist with you, not that I mind, but it sure doesn't help when I am trying to ignore-"
"(Y/N)."
They feel their lips seal shut, eyes refocusing on the man in front of them. Still, he seemed unreadable. Silence passed between the two, the only noise that could be heard was the faint sounds of a rolling cart and footsteps from the current night's dreamers. (Y/N) was able to catch their breath, not realizing just how much they rambled. But they would have honestly preferred their continued nonsense over the silence. Finally, he lets out a breath.
"Do you know what you are asking, (Y/N)?" They feel themselves gulp, nervousness consuming every muscle in their body.
"Y-Yes." His gaze only harshened at their words. He takes a step forward, causing (Y/N) to take one back.
"And this...this is something you truly desire?" With all of the confidence they could muster, they give a firm shake of their head.
"More than anything." They could see his brows furrow for a moment, his eyes deep in thought. He then takes another step forward, causing (Y/N)'s back to lean against the wall. Morpheus has them cornered. He lets out a small sigh.
"I must warn you, most of my relationships have not ended well." They let out a scoff.
"Morpheus, I quite literally ran off to an entirely different realm to escape my marriage. I'm not exactly perfect myself." A soft chuckle escapes from his lips, causing their heart to flutter. His face was suddenly not as intense as it was mere moments ago.
"You make a fair point, (Y/N)." His face returns to a more serious expression. "But are you sure this is what you want?" (Y/N) gave another soft nod. They feel a warmth spread across their face as they suddenly realize how close his face was. Merely a few inches apart.
"I told you before, I would follow until the end of my time." They mumble, deciding to take the initiative, and leaning in a bit closer. "Mind...body...soul...I give it all to you." They whisper. Their lips were so close together, they could feel the way he shifted into having the slightest smile.
"Then so be it."
(Y/N)'s eyes flutter shut, heart practically pounding out of their chest, they, at last, feel his lips upon their own. There was an initial shock they had felt, surprised by how he felt cold, but not uncomfortably so. (Y/N) was also surprised by just how soft they were. They could feel Morpheus gently push them more against the wall, as their arms snaked around his neck, fingers gently running through the strands of his dark hair.
If there was one thing (Y/N) knew for sure, it was this:
Book be damned, this was not a heart-wrenching tale, but what they were sure was the start of their greatest love affair.
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If your name has a strike through it, it means Tumblr would not allow me to tag you. Apologies. Also, I believe I am caught up with tags, but if you wish to be tagged, either comment on this post or send it through the ask box :)
warnings: angst, breaking up, maybe some curse words, other than that nothing too much.
summary: you've had enough of Dream's moody behavior so you leave him to think about your relationship. He doesn't agree with you tho.
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"I can't do this anymore, Lucienne." you let out a sigh and put down the book you were reading. The librarian looked at you through her round glasses.
"I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean, you just started reading the book." she said with serious tone.
"I'm not talking about the book. I'm talking about Morpheus. The last few days have been terrible. More than usual." you stopped, waiting for some reaction from Lucienne, but she was just staring at you, waiting for more explanation. "I know that's the normal Morpheus, dark and gloomy, but... I expected that when he said that I would be his queen, that maybe, he would trust me more or at least let me help him when he needs help. But, no, his big ego won't let him even tell me what's wrong. And last night he acted like he is my boss, not my spouse." you stopped, taking a deep breath.
"It's been hard few years for him, you know." Lucienne started slowly, but you've heard that million times.
"I know and I want to help him, to ease him, if not with his duties, at least he can speak to me, tell me his troubles, but no, I am just a trophy, not an equal being." you knew you sounded stupid, but you've had enough of his shitty behavior and you needed time to think. "So I will be leaving the Dreaming for a little while. Let him think on his own, see if he's better without me." Lucienne wasn't a creature of emotions, so she just nodded. What's more, she knew she would not be able to change your mind - after all she was well aware of Dream's lack of tact and how unable he was to show emotions.
So, without much thinking, you left the Dreaming, only leaving a note that Lucienne had to give to Morpheus.
...
The next few days went fast, but the nights were the problem - you could feel his presence the whole time - your only salvation was the fact that he has taught you how you could "close" your dreams, making them your own little bubble. Still, he was always there, at the corner of your eyes, only he could not speak to you.
Of course he, being his usual obsessive self, found other ways to reach out to you - your friends. They were constantly complaining about a dark, mystery man lurking in their dreams, asking about you, begging them to talk to you. That wasn't helping at all - it was, in fact, making you even angrier. You thought that when you banned him from your dreams, he would come to you in the Waking world - no, he did not, he preferred to worry your friends. So you kept him away from you for as long as you could (even though you were sure that if he wanted, he could break you barriers and come to you with ease).
...
One day you were sitting on a lonely bench at the park when a familiar figure approached you. Death sat next to you, her usual soft smile on her face.
"Hello, little one." she spoke lightly.
"Hello, Death." you looked at her, smiling. You were happy to see her, you liked her as she was sweet and helped you with your relationship with her brother. "Did he send you?"
"No, I came on my own but it is because of him. He's not good, you know." she was still smiling, but this time there was something else to the smile, a bit of sadness.
"Yeah, I can guess. But I'm not fine either. I don't want to do it all about me, but... you know him. I thought it would get easier, that he'd change, he'd learn to speak with me, to share his troubles. It's like I am just a part of his palace, a thing."
"You know..." Death started slowly, thinking through every word. "His love life wasn't easy. Some would say that he is cursed, no relationship of his ended on good conditions or with good memories. Maybe Calliope, but there were other troubles with her. So this whole thing, with you, it's new for him. And he was worried that he would do something bad, he'd hurt you. I am not saying he didn't. What I am saying is, he really needs time, he is Endless and time for him is different than time for you. But please, don't give up on him, he needs you, he needs the love you can give him, all of it. My brother is not perfect, but he deserves happiness and when I first saw how he was looking at you... I know his happiness is you." you could feel the tears building in your eyes, so you looked at your shoes, because you didn't want to be seen so vulnerable. Death got up and said one final things before leaving. "I know you love him too, little one."
...
That night you finally removed the barriers, standing at the center of the room you were dreaming. You saw a movement in one of the corners and two gleaming eyes in the shadows.
"Morpheus..." you started but suddenly he was in front of you and what shocked you the most were his bloodshot eyes filled with tears. You have never seen him cry, you didn't know he could actually.
"Please, forgive me, love. I treated you with disrespect, my queen." his voice raspier than ever, heavy with sorrow. Your heart broke as you saw the pain you made him feel. You placed your palm on his cheek, caressing the soft skin. The moment you saw him, you knew you couldn't be mad at him, you loved him more than anything in this world or any other world for that matter.
"Morpheus, I should apologize for leaving." you tried to speak, but he quickly shushed you.
"No, love, my behavior was not suitable for a queen. No King should ever do this to his beloved one. Forgive me." he pleaded but you didn't need anything more as you were already kissing him. Suddenly everything around you spun and you were in his throne room. He was keeping you close to him, making sure you would never leave his side again. "You are my queen, my love, my life. You are mine." he looked you in the eyes, his dark and full of love. It was as if you were seeing him for the first time - how perfect his face looked - his jawline, his soft lips, messy hair. There was only one thing you could say:
"I love you." He smiled, kissing you again but this time it was a deep, hungry kiss.
"Now..." he started while you were taking a breath. "I should show you how much I'm sorry and how the King of Dreams should treat his Queen." and again, you magically moved, this time to his bed, his cold silk sheets wrapping around you. "This is where you belong, love. Mine. And I'm all yours - now and forever." But you weren't listening as you were drowning in his eyes, full of lust and love. All for you.
author’s note: here is a little excerpt for the next chapter! I know I promised to release it yesterday, but I ended up working a lot and then getting sick because if my life is anything, it is chaotic :) but I am off tomorrow so fingers crossed that I can finish it!! Also, I won’t be tagging anyone in this post just because it is an excerpt!
Chapter Four: Adjusting (Sneak Peak)
“Peculiar that you are excited about the books you surround yourself in almost every other night.” Morpheus’s voice chimed in, snapping them away from their thoughts. (Y/N) sees through the corner of their eye the tiniest of amused grins appearing on his face.
“It is much more different now that I am actually here, my Lord.” They tease, placing the book back on the shelf. “You get to live with this all the time, I only saw it through dreams.” He takes a step forward, shrinking the already small gap of space that was between them. (Y/N) could feel their face warm up at the sudden closeness, slowly shifting their gaze into the icy eyes of the towering man before them. There was a curious glint in his eyes.
“And now that you are here?” His gaze seems to burn through their very soul. He always did seem to hold the most intense looks, even over light conversations, such as this one. Their eyes shift to around the room once more, before returning to his.
I confess, Sir, that I do not always like your writings. You write beautifully, evocatively, which I love. Yet you slip so effortlessly into horror, which I do not. I am watching Sandman, which I have been enjoying immensely. Then came Episode 5 which I almost turned off. I hated it until Morpheus showed up at the end. But then I watched Episode 6, which was one of the more beautiful, spiritual things I have ever seen. You leave my soul confused!
I don't think the sunlight is as beautiful or as inspiring if you haven't walked through the mist and the shadows.
hi! I love your works sm do you accept requests? if yes, then can I request a morpheus x y/n where the reader gets jealous over dream's past lovers?
my eclipsed sun
summary; a chance encounter with your lover’s sibling leaves you full of doubt. you are utterly broken down; and morpheus knows exactly why.
morpheus x gn!reader, perhaps overtly angsty, maybe influenced by taylor swift, no tw’s needed (i think?), established relationship, human reader, tw desire and dream sibling beef as always
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It wasn’t often that Morpheus willingly departed his beloved realm.
After the incident with Burgess, he preferred to spend time within the Dreaming, perhaps as compensation. Years of his absence had left his world a crumbling carcass of what it once was. Yet, he was not simply a man who could tend to his rose garden whenever he willed. He was an Endless; beyond a deity, beyond a mere mortal. And, as said, great power requires great responsibility. Being Lord of Dreams meant keeping balance with the rest of his siblings.
When Desire called, for reasons unbeknownst to even Morpheus, it was as if someone had cast a dark cloud around the Dreaming. The realm suffered little, but its ruler seemed to be suffering with a torment not even Lucienne could diagnose. Morpheus became distant for the weeks leading up to the anticipated meeting with his sibling; it was as if nightmares had finally infiltrated his own mind.
It was you who had convinced him to attend to his sibling, for you knew far too much of the rift that develops between them. Your own brother had been effectively silent, and each day that passed left you wondering what could have been. To your surprise, he had requested you accompany him.
It wasn’t that you doubted Morpheus held affection for you. It was that he was never expressive with it. There were times, of course there were times, where you were sure of it. When you felt the tenderness in his voice, the imperceptible glimmer in his eye when he gazed at you.
And even now, as you both sit in Desire’s glossy abode, you’re only aware of the firm, yet barely noticeable, grip he has on your hand. You’re at a table, or perhaps what could be describe as one. The entirety of this realm seems abstract to the untrained eye of mortals. No doubt there is a system to be seen here; but it was not one your mind could comprehend.
The air is thick. There’s an uneasiness that has settled in your bones since you arrived, and you aren’t quite sure if it’s you, or the air around Desire. Whatever it is, the entity is entirely comfortable, preferring to practically float around the room. You and your lover, on the other hand, are perhaps the only firm things in here, cemented to the spot you were directed to upon arrival. It’s a long time before anyone speaks.
“Brother, dearest. Aren’t you going to introduce me?”
You’re startled. Desire’s voice is pure velvet, draping itself around you. Whatever discomfort you felt previously has been replaced with what you can only describe as pure honey; melting, manipulating itself into your bones, soothing your blood and nerves with sticky-sweet comfort. You don’t even have to look to your left to know that Morpheus’ jaw has tightened; the briefest of squeezes on your hand tells you enough. Sometimes it surprises you, how well you know him. It is as if your entire being was made for him, only.
He introduces you to each other. You can’t miss the way Morpheus speaks your name, tumbling from his tongue, birthing you into a new life with a mere mention. Perhaps it’s because you’re in the presence of literal desire personified, or because you feel so deeply, but your heart swells with unspoken fondness. Attachment, maybe. Whatever it is, whatever the reason, you can tell Desire has picked up on it, the way the Endless’ face grows ripe with joy, and perhaps a flicker of something else. You don’t realise the motive until later, when your lover has been called to attend an important matter. You stay in the vinyl-red room.
Far too occupied with the interior, you almost don’t notice the silky presence beside you until a a soft hand reaches for your face. Caught off guard, you reel back slightly, only to calm as you gaze into Desire’s golden eyes.
“It’s been a while since I’ve met any of my brother’s lovers,” Desire purrs, one hand cupping your face. The uneasy feeling has returned to you; but coupled with the honeyed aura of the entity in front of you, nausea begins to brew in the pit of your stomach.
“Lovers?” You question. It’s a futile one. Of course he’s had other lovers; haven’t you? But he’s never spoken of them. Never divulged any information beyond what he feels for you. Suddenly, you feel incredibly small.
There’s an almost-grin on Desire’s face. Almost, because the only other discernible emotion you can see is pity. You’d been warned, by Morpheus, of his sibling’s shifty nature. But this, to you, seems genuine, cemented only by the comforting hand that Desire rests on your own. “Oh, he’s had many lovers, darling. You’re not the first. You won’t be the last.”
It’s said so matter-of-factly. There will be others. There will be other loves, as the rides will turn, as night will turn to day, and then night again.
You’ve never been a person who cries. Not in front of people, at least. But you can feel the lump in your throat, something that never settles even as you leave this place. Even Desire’s eyes are burned into your mind; golden, pooling with pity, perhaps not out of genuine empathy but born from a regard for your naive humanity.
Oh, you hate it.
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You hate that you still dwell on these words for weeks after. Morpheus returns to some semblance of visible joy; you, though, stay stuck in a dark rut. Everything you do is done half-heartedly. Each book you put back in Lucienne’s presence juts out from the bookshelf. Matthew notices your despondency as he informs you of the waking world. You lay in bed most days, or look out of the balcony. Despondent.
Distant.
The only thing you find some enthusiasm in is Morpheus past. Whenever you aren’t caught up in your own thoughts, you’re utterly obsessed with finding out his. Desire had mentioned a few names, before you left; and those names now become your purpose. Calliope, Nada…countless others, sprawled across pages, burned into your memory. Queens and goddesses, lords and beings not even comprehensible by human logic.
You aren’t sure entirely what it is that has defiled your thoughts. Have Desire’s doubts truly permeated your mind? Oh he’s had many lovers, darling. You’re not the first. You won’t be the last.
It’s true, you realise, sorrowfully. Mankind only lives for so long; lifespans so short, in fact, that they seemed only a blink of an eye to the Endless. Bitterly, you smile. Love, indeed. What love was it for him, to last a few years?
You aren’t clueless. Morpheus is a deity; no, more than that. He is beyond fathomable concepts, and ideas, and beliefs. He is more than a mere man. Here is a being who has loved muses, and goddesses, and inhumans before you. And there you are, a mortal. Insignificant, unworthy…irrelevant.
That is exactly how he finds you, later; on the balcony of your shared room, hands planted on either side of you, overlooking the realm. You can feel his presence, of course you can. You’d know him anywhere. You’d thank every atom that shared his presence, if you could. But you don’t turn around. You can’t bear to.
It’s almost as if he can hear the torment inside your mind. Tenderly, he reaches a hand out to you, fingers curled to brush your face. But you cannot bear to be around him. You cannot bear to feel this touch. There is more than just insecurity inside you; your insides are burning with jealousy. You simply cannot bear the thought of any other soul, living or dead, touching him the way you have, knowing his lips like you do, feeling him as you do. Your jaw tightens.
“I’d like to be alone right now, Lord,” the words tumble from your lips. But there is a cool air in your tone that surprises even you; and your lover, too.
He doesn’t speak yet, only comes to your side. His eyes are burning a hole into the side of your face, you can feel it, but you do not relent. Your gaze is planted firmly on whatever you can see in front of you.
“Why?” He asks. It almost sounds like a plea. What would he plead from you, you think? What would he require? What could you give him?
Silence settles around you, cooling into a thick wall. He makes another effort to reach for you, but once again, you back away. Morpheus settles for resting his hand next to yours. He isn’t touching you, but you can feel every movement he makes; he’s that close. Every atom in your body begs to relent, to have mercy on yourself, to touch him. And perhaps it is your pride, that fatal flaw of humanity, that forbids you from it. The other fatal flaw of humans; forgetfulness. He may be King of Dreams and Nightmares - but where do they dwell? The subconscious. And, because you are human, because you forget, he finds himself slipping into your mind. He never intended to. But there has always been something about you that has drawn him in. From your first meeting, you had the Dream Lord utterly under your spell. It was your complete authenticity, your vitality, that drew him to you. You were so unlike any other human, no, being, that he had met; so full of human joy and kindness, but there was an air about you that seemed almost brilliantly…alien.
The Lord of Revelations has an unpleasant one when he enters your mind. He is filled with despair, instantly. Had you truly been so blind to his affections for you? Or perhaps had he been blind to your sorrow? All these names, all his past lovers. He had kept them quiet, perhaps out of his own pride too, but because they were in the past. You were his present, and he hoped, his future. Morpheus had learned not to dwell on the past in these past years trapped. But avoidance is not acceptance. Full of regret, he turns to you. You weren’t like the others. He loved them, as he did you, that was undeniable. But you were his present, and he could not watch you slip through his fingers too.
“My love,” he begins. There’s a fresh softness in his voice that you’ve never heard before. It’s like a summer breeze. It’s unbearable.
You turn to him, gaze staying on the horizon.
“Look at me, my love,” he pleads, the smallest of wavers in his voice. Your eyes swell with tears; reluctantly, you turn to him.
You understand why people find inspiration in dreams clearly now. In the light of this dying sun, he looks utterly, tragically, beautiful. The setting rays gleam on his pale skin, shining like soft dawn snow. He looks perfectly composed, but the faintest red rim around his eyes tells you everything. He’s sorry.
“Morpheus,” your voice comes out as a whisper. But the mere mention of his name from your lips gives him hope.
He speaks. “I have been neglectful of you. I have forgotten that you are mortal. My sentiments are perhaps too cold.”
Your heart sinks. “That…That’s the problem.”
He furrows his brows. You continue, the pressure building in your chest, threatening to burst.
“I am mortal. I’m not like you. I’m not a god, a royal, I’m…I am painfully human, Morpheus. Don’t you understand? It’s never been just me. It’ll never be just me. Do you know how painful it is to love someone who has loved so many times? To know that one day I’ll die, and you’ll find someone else? That I’ll never be the la-”
The words stay unfinished, because in an instant, Morpheus pulls you close to him. You can feel the faint beating of your own heart. The sound of your soft sobs become more prominent as the tears flow freely, into his chest. A part of you screams that you shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be crying into his chest; but the stronger part of you wonders what you should be doing anyway. And despite it all, despite the despair, it feels so good to sob into him, to be held in his arms, to feel his hands cradling your head.
“Your humanity never bothered me, nor was it a factor.”
His quiet voice fills itself into your being, sapping away your sadness every moment he speaks.
“Do you really think me so vain, that I would only love a status? Y/n,” he breaks away to look at you, hands cupping your face, “Not for a moment have I compared you to anyone in my past. They are my past. You are now. You are what keeps me here.”
You swallow thickly. He continues. “I would never forget you, even in death. Do you think so little of the love I bear you, that I would simply carry on? You destroy me with each tear. You are my death.”
“Don’t say that,” you mutter weakly, your hands desperately trying to find his own. Any cold air you had for him is gone. You just want your lover.
“It is true. You are my undoing. I…For once, I fear I may not have the words to describe the enormity of what I truly feel for you.”
It’s enough. His words are enough. The faintest rays of sun smoke through, dimly illuminating the balcony the two of you stand on. And it’s enough. The conviction with which Morpheus speaks is telling. You lean into him, pressing into his neck, arms encircling each other.
“I’m sorry, too,” you whisper into his ear. You feel him shake his head.
“There is nothing to apologise for.”
There’s a soft silence between the two of you, perhaps making up for weeks worth of distance. You’ve never thought much of comfortable silence, until now; and you’re grateful that the two of you can just enjoy each other’s presence, because words might fail you.
“What brought this on you?” Your lover wonders aloud. His voice vibrates in his throat, and you smile softly at its depth. How you missed this voice.
“It’s nothing. Just something Desire said when we were leaving. I’m sure your sibling didn’t mean it like that…I think I just have a tendency to let these things get into my head…”
You continue talking, but you’re unaware of the way Morpheus’ jaw tightens as you do. Desire…so once again, his siblings were interfering in his affairs.
“Me and mine…” He trails off, and you tilt your eyes up to look at him, cocking your head to the side.
“Hmm?”
“Nothing, my love.”
He leans down to press a soft kiss on your mouth. It’s more than tender, this time. His kiss is soft, yes, but there’s a desperation behind it, something you can perhaps describe as purely restrained rage. When you pull away, there’s a fire in his eyes that both terrifies and excites you.
You’ve missed him. You’ve missed this. Hungrily, you pull his head down for another kiss, fingers twisting themselves between his dark hair.
What you can’t miss, however, is the honeyed spark of desire that fills the air as he carries you to the bed.
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