Dream a little dream of me. Chapter 6. The last dream
Pairing: Morpheus x FemaleReader
The wait was long. You began to worry. But you didn’t want to sleep. You were afraid of dreams now. But it seemed you fell asleep anyway.
“It seemed The Dreaming became brighter with you here,” said Morpheus.
You spend some time already here. You still didn’t remember anything, but you fell in love with Morpheus. He was rather cute and gentle even when he was so serious. It was just the way he is. And he became softer.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you smiled. “Maybe it’s because you’re in a better mood. The Dreaming reacts to you.”
“Perhaps,” he nodded and sat next to you in the garden. “Would you like to stay here if you can?”
He asked suddenly, and you froze. He didn’t talk about it before.
“Are you serious?” you asked.
“When I wasn’t?” he asked in return.
“I don’t know,” you noticed. “You have never asked me this before. You said it’s forbidden for humans to be here for a long time.”
“Your case is different,” he said.
“Because I’m in a coma and could be dead?” you smiled sadly.
“You’re not dead,” he said. “You would appear here in the form of a raven in that case. I’m sure you'll wake up soon.”
“There is still a mystery of me being here without memories,” you noticed. “And you can’t wake me up.”
“I can live with that,” he smiled a little bit. “I used to your presence here.”
“Oh, that’s so sweet,” you smiled too. “And I’m glad that it’s you with me here.”
You blushed, and he smirked. That bastard.
“Do you really like my presence?” he asked.
“Why not?” you smiled. “You are smart and interesting.”
And attractive, you think. But you aren’t going to tell him that. Or he will become even more arrogant than he was.
“I’m glad to hear that,” he said.
“For a good, you have quite interesting self-esteem,” you said. “Why do you think no one would stay by your side?”
“Rarely does someone stay for long,” he replied. “They said I am too much. I shine too bright, and my love is suffocating.”
“Maybe they weren’t meant to stay for a long time,” you noticed.
“What do you mean?” he asked, a little bit surprised.
“I mean, they are not your persons,” you replied. “They didn’t love you.”
“Perhaps,” Morpheus replied.
“Your mistakes don’t define who you are,” you said. “And it’s never too late to change. You are not bad.”
“You don’t know me enough to judge,” he said.
“I know you enough,” you smiled.
Slowly his behavior changed even more. He tried to bring you something every time—a dress, jewelry, flowers, or sweets. He even suggests that if you stayed, he could make you a little house. How could you not love him? How could you think that he is not sweet?
“Are you courting me?” you said finally.
Morpheus immediately stiffened and frowned. There was a little blush on his pale cheeks.
“I can stop if…” he began, but I interrupted him.
“No,” you said softly. “I do like that. I’m just a little bit surprised. You didn’t say…what you exactly feel.”
“I….care a lot about you,” Morpheus said after a pause. “And I hope that one day you will care about me too.”
“Oh, Morpheus,” you smiled. “I am also in love with you. You could just tell me. But I appreciate all these gestures.”
“Truly?” he asked with hope.
He gently touched your cheek, and you blushed. Your heart beat so fast if it wants to escape your chest. You looked into his cosmic eyes.
“You are truly wonderful,” he said.
“Says the god of dreams,” you smiled softly and hugged his slender waist. He was so marvelously handsome, you can cry.
“I’m not a god,” he rolled his eyes but then smiled.
“You’re a god, for me,” you replied. “Or pretty close to the one. But I don’t want you to be hurt when the time comes for me to wake up.”
“We can meet in your world,” he said.
“Deal,” you said. “And…look!”
You noticed that reality began to change around you. Beautiful flowers started to grow around you. And the weather was so good.
“Is that you?” you asked.
“No,” Morpheus replied, surprised. “Perhaps, the Dreaming also likes you.”
“But you are the Dreaming, my love.” You looked at him.
“Perhaps my emotions are working like that now,” he said.
You woke up. You began to understand that perhaps it was your doing. Furthermore, you made these flowers. Or your feelings. But what does that mean?
At that moment someone knocked on your door. You almost fell off your bed. It can’t be Morpheus. He would appear out of thin air right in front of you. Then…who was that? You were scared to approach the door.
“Sweetheart, it’s me; open the door,” you heard your mother’s voice. “You didn’t answer the call, so I came to check on you.”
You looked at your phone, but there weren’t unanswered calls. Perhaps it didn’t pass enough time for mom to begin to worry again. But who is out there then?
“Y\N, I know that you are here,” the voice said.
It wasn’t your mother. It was one of the nightmares, for sure. Even if it was your mother, nothing will happen if you won’t answer.
“You should go home,” she continued. “You know where your home is, right? You should come with me…”
Then it got silent. And then a shadow appeared in the middle of the room. The shadow reminds me of a woman.
“You should fix what you have done,” she whispered.
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” you said. “I’m just a human. Morpheus won’t be happy if you find out…”
You understood that you should call Morpheus in the first place. But you didn’t know that nightmares can get into your home. And before you could call him, the nightmare attacked in an instant. But she would stop when you raised your hands to protect your face.
“Don’t touch me,” you screamed.
And she stopped. She froze and couldn’t do anything.
“Morpheus,” you called before this weird magic passed.
And Morpheus appeared. He frowned when he saw his nightmare.
“What did you do to her?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” you said. “She tried to attack me. And I raised my hands and just froze.”
“You don’t need to worry anymore,” he said, also raising his hand, and the nightmare disappeared. “Are you alright?” he asked.
“Yes, but it scared me a little,” you said. “I forgot to call you right away. I thought I was safe. I’m sorry.”
“You don’t need to be sorry,” Morpheus said softly. “I’m sorry I was absent for too long. Did something else happen?”
“I fell asleep again, and I saw what happened between us in the Dreaming,” you said. “Or the part of it.”
“And what exactly did you see?” the man asked.
“You're courting and our confessions,” you replied, blushing. “And also I thought…maybe I made those flowers.”
“You’re not a part of the Dreaming,” he frowned.
“Then what is happening now?” you asked.
Morpheus silently looked at you. You saw in his eyes that there is a battle inside of him. He didn’t want to believe that something wrong might be with you.
“Do you know how do you do that?” he asked.
“Perhaps you’re right,” he said seriously. “But how did it happen that I didn’t sense anything in you? Except your loss of memories.”
“I don’t know,” you sighed. “What should we do now?”
“I will stay with you,” he said.
“Do you hate me now?” you asked.
“I don’t hate you,” he replied. “I’m just confused. And I don’t like that feeling. I had already gathered my nightmares not so long ago. And I didn’t expect to do this again. Did she tell you something?”
“That she should take me home to fix things,” you replied. “But I don’t know what she meant. “Do you know?”
“The one I found also told me that you shouldn’t be here,” he said. “You need to fall asleep, and then I will take you to the Dreaming again.”
“Alright,” you sighed. “But I don’t know how to fall asleep right now.”
“I will help you with that,” Morpheus said. “Lie down.”
You obeyed and lay down on the bed. And looked nervously at him. You still had the feeling that he was angry with you. But Morpheus took a torch with sand.
“Sweet dreams,” he said and blew it on you.
“My lord!” said Lucienne when you appeared in the Dreaming. “What about the nightmares?”
“I found two,” he said. “Y/N could stop one of them.”
“What?” Lucienne looked at me.
“I don’t know what happened,” you shrugged. “But she wanted to bring me here. She said that I need to fix something.”
“And do you remember those flowers around us, Lucienne?” Morpheus asked. “It seemed that Y\n did this either.”
“Don’t look at me,” you said.
“How is it possible if she is not a vortex?” the librarian asked.
“That’s what we need to find out,” Morpheus said. “And she stays here until the threat is gone. It’s safer that way.”
“You can help Lucienne,” the man said. “She will appreciate your help.”
“And what about you?” you asked.
“I need to find the rest of the nightmares and decide what to do with that…anomaly in the Dreaming,” he replied. “We can’t afford to let the rest of the nightmares or dreams slip through it. You will be safe here if you don't leave the palace.”
You want to say something else. Furthermore, you want him to stay and say one more time that everything will be alright. But instead you watched him go.
That was concerning. All of that was concerning. She wasn’t a human and wasn’t a vortex. Then what is she?
“Boss, the nightmare returned to the Dreaming,” Matthew flew and sat on his shoulder. “I suppose it was the last.”
“Perhaps,” I replied. “I need to talk to it.”
In a moment, Nightmare appeared right in front of him in the throne room. It looked concerned. But it was not frightened or guilty.
“You abandoned your post,” I said. “What can you say?”
“I should take this opportunity,” he replied. “And the girl… She was like a lighthouse, and we were linked to her.”
“What do you mean?” I frowned.
“She is a light,” the nightmare explained. “And she has a part of Dreaming in her.”
“A part…of the Dreaming?” I asked, shocked.
“She shouldn’t wake up,” he continued. “She should stay here. Her place is here. Don’t you remember, my lord?”
I stared at him with shock. That couldn’t be right. How could they even could know that? But perhaps I wasn’t right. I don’t know…something.
“Return to your dreams,” I said after the moment.
The nightmare disappeared. I sighed. All of this caused a headache. I don’t usually love unsolved mysteries. And this was the one.
“What do you think, boss?” Matthew asked.
“I think that there are a lot of things we don’t know,” I said. “How can my nightmare know that she is from the Dreaming? And why didn't I know?”
“Maybe you send them away too early,” the raven suggested. “You should ask them. Maybe they know more.”
But Matthew makes sense. I should clarify some things. And I called Nightmares again. They were scared this time.
“You should tell me everything you know,” I said.
“We just know that she doesn’t belong to the Waking world,” one of the nightmares replied. “She belongs with us.”
“Is she a dream?” I asked.
“No,” the other replied. “She is something else. Something bright.”
“Who is she then?” I asked.
“We don’t know,” they said. “But she’s supposed to stay here. Not return to the Waking world. Everything should change.”
I sighed. I was tired, and I let them go. That conversation didn’t clarify anything. Perhaps I should talk with someone.
“What now, boss?” asked Matthew.
“I need to talk to someone,” I said. “But my sister didn’t have an answer.”
“Can you talk with other members of your family?” Matthew asked.
“I don’t think so,” I replied. “But first I will talk to Lucienne.”
Your search for answers was sometimes interrupted with questions from Lucienne. She tried to understand who you are.
“What did you think at that moment?” she interrogated you.
“I don’t remember,” you said. “I told you already.”
“You can't remember anything,” she said.
“Maybe someone put a spell on me,” you shrugged. “That’s possible, right? We have already found books about that.”
“Did you remember any suspicious interactions?” the librarian asked.
“No, there weren’t any suspicious interactions,” you said. “Not that I recall of. What is the vortex? You didn’t tell me.”
“It’s a human who can blur the line between dreams and reality,” she said. “Until they crashed into each other.”
“First it sounded interesting, now it’s terrible,” you noticed.
“Lord Morpheus should kill one,” she admitted.
“What?” You almost dropped the book. “Wasn’t it a little extreme?”
“No,” Lucienne replied calmly. “She started destroying her world. And another vortex almost made the world collapse.”
“That’s terrible,” you sighed. “But do you think I’m the one?”
“Well, I don’t know now,” she shrugged. “But Lord Morpheus is convinced that you’re not. Though we can’t find another explanation.”
“Then we need to ask,” Morpheus appeared suddenly. “Perhaps we should ask the Fates.”
“They always talk in riddles,” Lucienne sighed. “And they don’t like you much, my lord.”
“I don’t have another option,” he replied.
“Fates?” you asked. “As Moiras?”
“What do you know about them?” asked Morpheus.
“What I read in Greek mythology,” you shrugged. “Can you communicate with them?”
“Yes, but I need to bring them a gift,” he said.
“Please, reconsider, my lord,” Lucienne said.
“I made my decision,” he said. “Now I need to figure out what gift I should bring.”
“Can I be with you during this meeting?” you asked.
“I don’t think so,” he said.
“My lord, they may want to look at her,” the librarian admitted.
“You are right,” Morpheus stopped and looked at her. “You can go with me, Y/N. But they can want something from you too.”
“What can they take from me?” you asked, surprised.
“They can ask anything,” the librarian replied. “Don’t be afraid.”
This advice doesn't sound helpful, though. But you can trust Morpheus, you hope. If only mother knew what was happening…
“Do you trust me?” Morpheus took my hand.
“Then let’s go and find the gift,” he said.
You let him take you to other parts of the Dreaming. Where he found some artifacts. He wasn’t sure about them, though.
“Now we need to call them on the crossroad,” he said. “We need to find an appropriate dream for this. And hope that they will answer us.”
You were a little bit nervous when Morpheus started to call the Fates. Hecate. The lightning brightened the sky. And three women appeared in front of you. One was old, one was middle-aged, and the third was young.
“Morpheus,” said the oldest. “We didn’t see you for a long time.”
“What question do you have this time?” said the second one.
“And who is she?” asked the youngest.
“That is exactly the question,” Morpheus replied. “She is not quite human. Everyone said that she is a part of the Dreaming. But I don’t remember.”
“What an interesting question,” said one of the woman.
“A real puzzle,” said another.
They came closer to you, and you did everything not to move. They were looking at you like at something very interesting.
“If you give a little bit of your light,” said the oldest woman.
“We can say,” said the second.
“I brought you gifts,” said Morpheus.
“We said our conditions,” declined the youngest.
“We said our price,” admitted the oldest.
“That’s alright,” you said to him. “I agree.”
“Don’t be afraid, child,” one of them said and came closer. Then she put her hand on your chest, and you felt burning.
“Y\N,” you heard Morpheus.
And suddenly the light shines bright from your body. And you felt exhausted. They left you alone, looking at you.
“Very interesting,” said the oldest one. “You are back.”
“You are daughter of the light that has lived a long time ago,” said the second woman. “You should keep balance between the Dreaming and the reality. You can help someone who is lost in dreams.”
“You also were a key to the gates between Dreaming and Chaos,” said the third one. “And then something happened. You were killed in the Dreaming and returned as human.”
“You were reincarnated every time,” said the oldest. “But after the accident you were really close to getting your memories back.”
“And your function,” said the middle. “Your returning to the Dreaming made this anomaly in the Dreaming. “Now you should choose.”
“Choose what?” you asked.
“To stay in the Waking world, making more anomalies, or to return your memories and change everything,” finished the youngest.
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