Can I request a morpheus x reader where his s/o has curly/wavy hair? Or just reader being obsessed with touching his hair and he absolutely love it and he likes to do the same
Mid-Afternoon Dream
(Morpheus x Gender-Neutral Reader)
Synopsis: Morpheus enjoys his moment of peace with you.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 430
A/N: Thank you for being patient with me! I went with the second half of your idea since I like to try and keep Reader as up-to-interpretation as possible. I hope you enjoy!
You were lying on your couch, music playing softly from your record player. Spring was slowly shifting into summer, enough that you had opened your windows to feel the breeze drift through your home.
The early afternoon rays filtered in, and everything seemed brighter and newer in that way only the warm weather brought. For this moment, everything was peaceful.
Even Morpheus couldn’t find fault in it. Not when his head rested on your chest, and you were carding through his hair to the base of his neck. Your nails gently dragging down his scalp to the ends of his strands would’ve made him shiver if he were human.
You’ve been like this for some time now, relaxing in each other's arms. It was a rare moment for the Dream King. He couldn’t recall the last time he had felt this content. Though, it’d been happening more frequently since he’d met you.
When he’s working, his mind often wondered to you, what you were doing, when he would see you, it’d become ever the distraction—be it a welcomed one.
He hummed as your nails traced his neck, and you giggled lightly. He squeezed your side in return.
Never had he thought he’d let anyone see him like this, not after all those years in that cage. But there was something in you that called him. He could let his guard down around you. And it was easier than he thought.
You opened your arms to him and all he had to do was step closer.
You placed a kiss on the top of his head, pulling him from his thoughts.
“Have I put the Sandman to sleep?” you teased.
He answered with his eyes closed. “You are the only creature capable of such a feat.”
“You deserve some rest.” He could hear your smile, but there was seriousness, too. It made him lift to his elbow to look at you.
You stared at one another a few moments until you reached out a hand to cup his cheek. Your thumb grazed his skin reverently, seemingly amazed that he was before you now.
The corner of your lips ticked up as you took him in. This otherworldly being that wasn’t really a being at all. He was too perfect. It only made sense that he was a concept, one that provided all with the ability to escape, to wrap themselves in imagination, to set themselves free.
“My Dream,” you whispered, almost like you hadn’t meant to.
His eyes softened. His own hand reached up to caress your hair.
This is so cute! Thanks for tagging me, @miheartsedthings!
I'm gonna do this a bit different since I'm not a fan a Valentine's Day.
Fictional Boyfriend: Hmmm, well, I had a dream about Morpheus last night, so...
What Are You Wearing: Sweats. Cute ones. He's too chiseled and perfect to not try at least a little bit.
What's He Wearing: He's opted for all black—surprise, surprise—but his casual, Waking World wear.
What's He Picking You Up In: He's arriving via sand—and scaring you when he just appears out of nowhere.
Where Are You Going: Hanging at yours and watching movies.
What Restaurant: Picking up some takeout. Maybe from somewhere fancy, or maybe from your favorite burger place. And grabbing some chocolate covered strawberries. Morpheus doesn't eat human food much, but he'll try somethings if he's curious enough (and you ask him to).
What Are You Drinking: Super boring, but water.
What's He Getting You: Of course, he knows about Valentine's Day—Desire is his sibling. But that slips your mind. So, when he shows up with a neatly wrapped gift for you, you're taken aback. He says it's not much, but when you open it, it's a mirror. It will let you see him in the Dreaming. A much preferable way for you to contact him without him getting one of those pesky phones. And he will feel when you're looking through it. All you have to do is say his name, and it will show you him. You buy a protective case to store it in the next day.
What Are You Getting Him: What do you get someone who's been around since the beginning and can create things out of thin air? You write him a letter. Initially, this was supposed to be your anniversary gift to him, but after the mirror, you know you have to give him it now. You detail the first moments you laid eyes on him and how your feelings have grown and changed. How he's become the person you tell everything to because of the safety you've found in him. That he's made your dreams seem possible—not only because he is Dream, but because he believes in you so completely. You love him with all your heart, and you hope he will continue to choose you just as you are choosing him. He kisses you fiercely, and later, when he returns to the Dreaming, he frames it, tucking it into a chest with his other mementos of you so he can look at it whenever he pleases.
How Are You Ending the Night: Cuddling in bed until you're ready to fall asleep and continue your night in the Dreaming.
No Pressure Tags: @bookshelf-dust, @steph-speaks, @littlewinter1917, @bluebeardtheblasphemous
Can I request a Morpheus and reader where the reader is krypton like supergirl and he doesn’t know until I show him and we are dating and I risk my life to save him from people who wants to kill him
Thank you 😊
With Power Comes Misunderstandings
(Morpheus x Female Reader)
Synopsis: When Morpheus is late for your date, the only explanation is that someone's tried to harm him because of you—Supergirl's and Lena Luthor's daughter. After all, why else would they want your completely normal, powerless boyfriend?
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1623
A/N: Thanks you so much for sending this request in! And thank you for being so patient with me! This one kind of stumped me for a long time, but I think I figured out a way to write it that, hopefully, does your idea justice. It's slightly different, maybe a little lighter than the original idea, but I really played on the "doesn't know you have powers" bit. I hope you enjoy!
He had your full attention, he always did.
For all the sounds you could hear and how far you could see, everything in you focused on Morpheus.
He had this calmness that soothed your soul. He held himself with such confidence and clarity, and you desperately needed that.
Your life was hectic to say the least.
Being the child of Kara Danvers and Lena Luthor was one thing. But having powers like both of your mothers was something else entirely. You were born with Supergirl’s speed and senses, and the Walsh affinity for magic.
However, they both wished for you to grow up as human-like as you could. You went to school, college, got a job, and when you were old enough, they started training you.
You were disappointed when you discovered heat vision and freeze breath weren’t in your arsenal of powers. But, it turned out, they translated into your magic.
Fire and water were at your disposal. Two sides of the same coin—the light and the dark. Much like your parents’ families.
They told you stories, you watched and read the news—you knew their history. But one of the things they always taught you was that your story was your own. They embodied it in everything they did. Even in their names: Kara Danvers-Walsh and Lena Walsh-Danvers.
It was why you never felt the need to keep secrets from them. You also never forgot that if anyone could sus them out, it was your mothers.
When you initially told them you were seeing someone, you asked them to respect your privacy and to not go digging. Though, you doubted that they would find anything. It’s not like Morpheus had an Instagram—any social media for that matter. You didn’t mind that, though. He wasn’t attached to this modern-day vanity. He didn’t live his life for an audience, he did it for himself.
Glancing at your watch, you wondered just where your other half was.
Today, you were finally going to introduce your parents to Morpheus. You could already hear Kara asking how you two met, itching to get confirmation of the meet-cute she had already imagined.
It was kind of cliché.
You were walking your dog, she caught a whiff of a hot dog cart and bolted, and Morpheus grabbed her leash just before she could snatch one from the cart owner’s fingers.
You had thanked him profusely, that twinge of irritation ringing because you couldn’t use your speed in public.
Morpheus was gorgeous. And you may or may not have given your pup extra treats for inadvertedly introducing you two.
Again, you checked your watch, tugging on the simple stud in your ear. Your magic thrummed within them, the spell to conceal said magic always on you. Your parents recommended the idea early on, a protective measure. It kept you hidden from anyone who could sense your power.
You sighed. It wasn’t like Morpheus to be late. If anything, he was always perfectly on time, appearing the second the clock turned.
Your stomach churned, and there was a prickling underneath your skin.
Something was wrong.
You clutched the necklace Morpheus had given you a few weeks ago. It had been a true surprise—not a birthday gift or a silly monthaversary token. He’d given it to you out of the blue, and said when he saw it, he thought of you.
A ruby, no bigger than your pinky fingernail, hung from a delicate gold chain. It was the most recent possession you had of his at the moment, but thankfully, it should hold enough meaning between the two of you to lead you to him.
You muttered a few words, imbuing it with your magic, and instantly, it cooled against your chest.
Too far.
The chain warmed along your left side, pulling you in that direction.
You ran when you could, slowing when too many people were around.
The necklace lost its warmth in front of a rundown barn five miles south of the city. Everything about it screamed “Do Not Enter.” Smashed-in windows, chipped paint, overgrown foliage—trees creating a shroud, its very own darkness.
You exhaled shakily. Morpheus was inside. And the only reason you could come up with was that someone found out about you. Someone needed to get you away from your family with enough leverage to make you come alone. And they chose Morpheus. The man your parents knew of, but not who he was. You weren’t sure if it was sheer luck or pure coincidence.
You kept him hidden too long, and now look what’s happened.
You should’ve been more careful. People were always trying to hurt your parents, hurt you, but you were all strong. Morpheus was innocent in all of this, and you were going to make sure whatever asshole took him would be sent straight to prison.
It was that thought that made you kick in the door, charging into something you never expected.
“Morpheus?”
He stood as he always did, calm and collected—unbothered even—with five men unconscious at his feet.
His head tilted almost imperceptively. “Darling?”
“What happened?” you asked, spotting the chalk-drawn runes.
Walking along the circle, you recognized most of them. Entrapment, weakening, barriers, and one that you’d never seen. You were so wrapped up in deciphering it that you hadn’t realized he never answered you.
“Morpheus?” You furrowed your brow, and he avoided your gaze.
“I must confess an error.” He spoke softly, almost...ashamed?
You slowly stepped closer. “What are you talking about? Are you alright?”
That seemed to make his shoulders drop more.
“I am unharmed, but I fear my misjudgement will...effect us.”
“You can tell me anything,” you urged, fingers brushing his forearm.
“I—” He stopped himself, eyes pleading with you. “I have not been truthful, and it has endangered you.” He glanced to the men. “They wanted to use you to manipulate me.”
Your features pinched. Why on Earth would they want to control Morpheus? And why did he think these people were after him and not you?
You shook your head. “This isn’t your fault. They wanted me.”
You moved to the runes again, missing the confusion passing over his face.
“These are symbols meant to draw in magic. They wanted to trap someone here.” You stopped at the one you couldn’t place. “I’m not sure what they were doing with this one, though.”
“They made a mistake. It means nothing.”
You scanned it.
He was right. It was almost like the men smashed two runes together. It was completely useless.
...But how did Morpheus know that?
The question was on the tip of your tongue when he interupted.
“I am Morpheus, Dream of the Endless.”
You blinked. “What?”
He stepped toward you, slowly, as if afraid you’d run from him.
“I am not human...am I to think the same for you?” His eyes lit trails over your body even in his investigation.
You nodded, everything piecing its way together.
“So, wait. You’re saying that you were the target, and that they wanted me as bait?” you asked. It wasn’t anything completely new. Your mothers had security all over you until you came into your power. “How did you get to them before they got to me?”
“Their dreams. One fell asleep here and showed me what they wished to do,” he said, head down.
His fingers slipped into your hand, a point of connection he seemed to need.
“My deepest apologies, dear one.”
Your brow furrowed. “Why are you apologizing?”
His thumb grazed over the back of your hand. “I was late for our meeting.”
Your smile started small, then grew until you were giggling. His eyebrows twitched, but the uptick of his lips was all you saw before you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.
His hands settled at your waist as he returned it.
“That’s what you’re worried about,” you mumbled into his lips. “I think—” kiss “—I can—” kiss “—forgive you.”
He cupped your cheeks, gliding his nose against yours.
“How very generous.”
The last bit of your giggling escaped, gripping his coat.
“You have not told me who you are,” he said, eyes locked.
You hummed, then gave him one last kiss. “I think it’s best if you get everything all at once.”
Gripping his hand, you were about to walk out of the barn when his firm hold stopped you.
“I believe I have a faster way.”
---
“Wait. So, you thought he was the bait for you, and he thought you were the bait for him?” Aunt Alex asked, waving her fork between you and Morpheus.
You nodded. “I think he was more surprised than me.”
He gazed at you fondly. “I have never been more pleased to learn a secret that had been kept from me.”
“Oh?” Lena asked. “Why’s that?”
“She is protected even if I can not come to her aid.”
Kare “awwed” as she brought in two pans of food with Aunt Kelly carrying a large bowl.
You rolled your eyes, fighting a smile.
“Trust me,” Kelly started. “Even if she wasn’t powered, she has an entire legion behind her.”
Morpheus gripped your hand beneath the table. You glanced to him, then caught Kara’s eyes, a knowing look as she turned to your boyfriend. Your cheeks warmed when you realized she wasn’t wearing her glasses.
“We’ll have to introduce you to everyone one day,” Kara said. “Since we’ll be seeing more of you.”
Your jaw relaxed as you caught it just before it opened. She wasn’t wrong, but you didn’t think she’d be so bold.
Morpheus gave your hand a light squeeze. “It would be an honor.”
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ONE SHOTS
Hiding In Plain Sight (Morpheus x Fem!Reader) ⊹ Helping Morpheus and the Dreaming has been the highlight of your night since you met him. When he notices your presence missing, the Dream King discovers that your eagerness conceals something he should've known.
A Homemade Remedy (Morpheus x Fem!Reader) ⊹ After days of dealing with your sickness by yourself, you give in and call your boyfriend, hoping he'll come.
How to Mistakenly Summon An Ancient Being & Keep Him (Morpheus x Fem!Reader) ⊹ You're an insomniac and have exhausted all other avenues to help you sleep except one. What happens when that one brings you the King of Dreams?
I Am Yours, Are You Mine (Morpheus x Fem!Reader) ⊹ Morpheus' jealousy rises when he sees you with another man.
Kitty Comforts (Morpheus x GN!Reader) ⊹ You've had a bad day, and the thought of being around another body doesn't sit right with you. Morpheus comforts you in a way only he can.
Leather & Liner (Morpheus x GN!Reader) ⊹ You put eyeliner and Morpheus, and maybe an extra little embellishment.
Mid-Afternoon Dream (Morpheus x GN!Reader) ⊹ Morpheus enjoys his moment of peace with you.
The Physicality of Sitcoms (Morpheus x Fem!Reader) ⊹ You watch a sitcom with Morpheus and discover something interesting.
Softly (Morpheus x GN!Reader) ⊹ You're busy with a late night, and Morpheus coaxes you to bed.
To Dream of Magic (Morpheus x Fem!Reader) ⊹ On one fateful day, you unknowingly heal Dream of the Endless' raven. He must thank you for your kindness.
What A Luxury It Is to Have You (Morpheus x GN!Reader) ⊹ When you meet Morpheus, it doesn't take long for you to realize your dreams are real, and that means your nightmares are, too. They can hurt you if they catch you. The only way to make sure that never happens is to not fall asleep. Morpheus reassures you.
With Power Comes Misunderstandings (Morpheus x Fem!Reader) ⊹ When Morpheus is late for your date, the only explanation is that someone's tried to harm him because of you—Supergirl's and Lena Luthor's daughter. After all, why else would they want your completely normal, powerless boyfriend?
MULTI-PART
The Accident That Led Me to You (Part I / Part II) (Morpheus x Fem!Reader) ⊹ A car accident gives you the ability to see Death whenever she's around. Months later, you see Morpheus for the first time. He notices you right away.
Synopsis: Your body needs time to heal, but your unconscious is finally dreaming.
Warnings: None? (Message me if you see any.)
Word Count: 3219
A/N: Did you really think I'd leave you hanging a full week after that little blurb of a last chapter? I think I've more than made up for it with this sucker.
Thank you to everyone who's stuck it out with me. I really enjoyed hearing what you like about this series.
To everyone who has reblogged, you are spectacular humans and deserve an endless supply of your favorite food.
I hope you all enjoy this final chapter! I'd love to know what you thought of this series, and if I should post more multi-part fics in the future.
Series Masterlist
You wander. A maze of darkness before you.
You exhale and remember Morpheus.
A room appears, lit by stained glass, with a throne in the middle. And he's there, alive, staring at you in shock.
—
“I don’t understand,” you say. “How am I awake?”
You were dying. At least it felt like you were dying. So, why are you...fine?
“If I may?” Lucienne asks. Morpheus called for her as soon as he saw you.
His chin dips a fraction, but it’s enough for Lucienne to continue.
“Given your abilities, I believe the severity of your injuries—and healing in the Dreaming—has allowed your subconscious to manifest.” She smiles, pleased with her next words. “You’re dreaming, my lady.”
Your brow furrows, and you glance from her to Morpheus.
“How is that possible? If I’m healing, shouldn’t my mind be recovering as well?”
“Your mind is the most resilient part of you, prophetess. It stands to reason it would need little to no time to replenish,” Morpheus says.
Your eyes lower to the floor, considering this.
For centuries, you’ve seen possible futures—travesties no one could imagine. And you haven’t forgotten one.
Day in and day out, vision after vision, a constant rush of images, sounds, smells, and even sensations when intense enough. Your mind has built up a tolerance for nearly anything and everything.
It seems almost dying is child's play for it though your body would be down for some time.
You take in Morpheus’ throne room, truly seeing where you are. “I’m…dreaming.” And you laugh. In disbelief, in wonder—in sheer joy.
You are dreaming.
—
Morpheus transported your body into his realm as soon as you fainted.
Between your physical injuries and the attack meant for Morpheus, your only chance was the magic and tools in the Dreaming.
Lucienne, Matthew, and Death helped him stabilize you, but he never expected you to walk right up to him as if you were fine.
However your body absorbed the attack, it caused your powers to shut down, and you’re experiencing the Dreaming for the first time in centuries.
You’re acting yourself mostly, but sometimes you grow tired, your physical form telling your unconscious you aren’t out of the woods yet.
Morpheus urges you to take a seat, worry flashing through his eyes.
“I’m okay,” you say. “It’s just a minor spell.”
“I wish I could do more,” he says, hand still on the back of your bicep.
“You’ve done plenty. More than I could ever hope for.”
His jaw clenches, a twitch of movement, but you catch it. You’ve gotten better at picking up his micro-expressions.
“I mean it, Morpheus. I wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for you.” You try to push as much conviction in the words as possible.
“You wouldn’t have been in harm's way if it wasn’t for me.”
You shake your head, dizzying yourself and need to rest it on your hand. Morpheus’ brow pinches slightly.
“Warrens decided to trap you and use me. I should've predicted that.”
“That’s not in your ability,” he says.
“And I should’ve figured I'd be in danger when Death said you’d be fine. I should’ve known she saw me dying and not you.”
It clicked not longer after you woke up. Of course, Death knew what was supposed to happen.
“You must not focus on the past. It will do nothing to aid your recovery.”
You sigh. “I know. I just feel so stupid.”
Your eyes are downcast. It surprises you when a gentle touch lifts your chin and directs you to focus on him.
“I will not have you speaking as if you’ve done something wrong,” he says. “Because of you, I am alive. I will forever be grateful.”
He waits for an answer. All you can do is nod.
His touch vanishes, and he stands.
“Perhaps I can show you more of the Dreaming.”
You give him a small smile. “I’d like that.”
—
Time moves differently in the Dreaming. It was best when you stopped trying to keep track of it. All you know is that you’ve been recovering for some time. Long enough for you to have your role carved out here and for the residents to call you by name.
Your exhaustion and dizzy spells are few and far between, but they’re intense and accompanied by symptoms of visions. A faint smell, a phantom touch, even a whisper of a voice, but no matter how much you try, you can’t hang onto them. They slip through your fingers before you recognize what they are. It’s like you’re missing a limb.
Today, the loss is affecting you more than you thought it could. You miss your ability. As much trouble as it can cause, you somehow feel untethered from yourself. Even with your body lying unconscious, you’re more of a shell now than ever.
And as much as you try to hide it, somehow, Morpheus knows.
“You will return to yourself,” he says.
You’re sitting in Fiddler’s Green on a bench beneath a grove of magnolia trees.
“It feels like it’s been years,” you say, rubbing your arm. You haven’t felt the breeze on your skin since the attack. You hardly notice it now as the grass moves with it.
You can tell he’s about to respond, and you already know what he’ll say.
“Don’t tell me ‘it takes time’ or ‘be patient.’ I’ve been patient. I’ve had to be patient since Destiny gave me this damn power, and now I can’t even access it because I missed the signs last time!” You rub your face, trying to push the frustration out.
He lets you have your moment to feel that anger.
“Immortality is crueler than death,” he begins. “It's companions are loneliness and waiting.”
You look at him, scanning his features, and nod. Your agitation cools into sympathy.
“I forget what happened to you sometimes. I’m sorry.”
“I will not accept an unnecessary apology,” he says. “My experiences do not outweigh yours.”
“Nevertheless, I’m free here. You weren’t.”
He locks eyes with you, a softness to them. “I am also free.”
It’s like he’s latched onto your soul. His timbre pulls you closer. And you realize you don’t feel so lost when he’s around.
“Boss!”
You lean back and look toward the sound, missing Morpheus’ eyes widening a fraction at Matthew’s interruption, too.
“Boss! Death’s here.” Matthew lands in front of you.
Your brow furrows, and your heart quickens. “Death’s here?”
Why would Death be here? She wouldn’t come to the Dreaming if she didn’t have a good reason.
What if she’s working? What if you aren’t improving and the Dreaming is masking your worsening condition?
Morpheus tilts his head slightly, sensing your tension. He puts the pieces together quickly as he stands.
“I requested she come.” He turns to you, voice tender, reassuring. “I wished to spend time with her.”
—
You haven't seen Death since you arrived.
She and Morpheus urged you to stay even though you wanted to give them privacy. You forgot what it was like to have friends—to be close to others. It was nice.
Then she whisked you away, telling Morpheus it was “girl time.”
You’re strolling on one of the paths: one that extends as long as you can walk and leads to wherever you wish.
You’ve had enough time to think about that day, your limitations, Death’s, what Warrens did to you…
“You knew I’d be there,” you say.
Neither of you stop walking. It’s not a surprise that you’ve brought this up.
“That’s why you were surprised. Not because I had a vision of Morpheus, but because I was supposed to be there all along—because I was supposed to die—and you couldn’t interfere.”
She grimaces. “I’m sorry.”
You let out a breathy laugh. “I should be used to all the secrecy, but I’m not.” You pause. “And yet, I get it. Price of power and all that, I guess.”
Now, she halts. “I know this won’t bring you comfort, but your being alive is a miracle.”
“Then how am I…”
“I don’t know. And that’s not something I say often,” Death says. “I can only speculate, but the day Destiny came to you—before that, he came to me and asked I keep you here. I didn’t ask why, but maybe this was meant to happen. You were the only one who could save my brother.”
You shake your head. “I still don’t understand. Why give me this power at all? Why not just put me on the path so I could save Morpheus at the end? And how could you see my murder if you made that promise?”
“Not even I am sure of that.” She answers your last question. “But: Is that not what Destiny did? Put you on that very path?” She pauses, then softly. “And gave you a purpose. One bigger than anyone should have, but a purpose nonetheless.”
That thought runs around your head.
Did Destiny do that?
It's hard to imagine that being the reason. But why else would he—
“Do you…Do you think Destiny gave me this power so I would survive?”
You aren’t sure that makes sense.
You. Out of everyone that could make a difference in the world, Destiny chose you.
Death shrugs. “Again, I can’t be certain. But think about it, it brought you to Hob, to me," she gives you a knowing look, "to Dream.”
You roll your eyes. “Need I remind you that I hated Morpheus for the longest time.”
“Need I remind you that was in the past tense.” She grins.
“So, you’re saying it’s harder to kill me than I originally thought,” you say, trying to change the subject.
“None of that,” she tuts. “Even though it’s not under the best circumstances, I am happy you and Morpheus are getting to know one another.”
You hum. “I spent so long not knowing what to feel for him—having all of these unanswered questions—it’s strange…to finally have that behind me.” You pause. “I enjoy his company.”
“I would’ve used a stronger word than that,” she says, grinning cheekily.
The tiny smiles Morpheus sent you and the glances you threw him could’ve made her squeal if she was the type.
“Okay,” you wave her off, “enough.”
She puts her hands up, yielding.
You hesitate before telling her this next part.
“I think—No, I know my visions are returning.”
“That’s great!” She grabs your arm. “...Isn’t it?”
“It’s just…They aren’t back yet. They’re not full visions. And I don’t know what that means. Or how long I’ll be like this.” You gesture to yourself.
She smiles empathetically. “It means you’re getting better. I can only imagine how frustrating it’s been, but you are healing.”
You nod. She’s right.
She slips her arm into yours. “Now, let me tell you all the embarrassing stories about my brother.”
You throw your head back and laugh.
—
It’s been a few days since then, you think. You and Morpheus have spent most of your time together. He’s become someone you care for deeply, and you wonder if he feels the same.
You think he does when he pulls out your chair or helps you cross a stream. He’s interested in your life besides your visions. And when you told him about your family and loved ones throughout the years, he placed his hand atop yours. You could still feel it sometimes.
You’re both in the library. A rare occurrence of rest brought Morpheus to curl up with you on the plush sofa. Well, you curled up. Morpheus has his feet on the floor but is leaning into the cushions.
“I’ll have read everything in here by the time I wake up,” you joke, flipping your page.
“I can feel your bouts of power when they rise. It will not be long now.”
He always speaks so assuredly when it’s about your healing. His steadfastness has rubbed off on you. You aren’t so pessimistic about it anymore.
You don’t notice you’re staring at him until he asks if something’s wrong.
You shake your head. “No. I just don’t know what I would’ve done all this time if you weren’t here.”
He faces forward, not staring at anything, and silence settles over you. The atmosphere shifts, and you can almost feel the tension coming from him.
“There is no universe where I would have been elsewhere,” he says, as still as ever.
And it’s his seriousness that makes you drop your light tone and scoot closer.
“I know. And I appreciate that.” You glance at your fingers. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“You haven’t.” He rests his hand on yours. “But know that you are my priority, and I am happy to have been by your side.”
“Morpheus…” you lock eyes, “we’ve been over this. I hate that you feel obligated to help me.”
His brows twitch inward. “I feel no such compulsions. I am grateful you saved my life, but I can never repay such sacrifice.” He pauses. “Your wellbeing is my concern as your…friend.”
His thumb brushes your cheekbone as he searches your eyes.
You pull your lips into a thin line, hoping he can’t feel the heat in your cheeks. “Just know that I wouldn’t change what I did. I wanted to save you—I needed to.”
“You didn’t—”
“I did!” You say almost desperately. “You’re the only connection I have to my past. You’re the only one who knows who I was. I can’t lose you…”
You’re afraid to look him in the eye, but he lifts your chin with a slightly hooked finger, tenderness in his gaze.
“You won’t.”
He pulls his hand away, and you realize how much closer you both have gotten.
“You can’t promise that, though,” you whisper.
“No. I cannot. But I can promise that ritual is gone.”
You clench your jaw. “That won’t stop me from worrying.”
“Then you know how I feel.”
He says it like a joke—mirthful—a tone that’s both strange and welcome in him.
You roll your eyes halfheartedly. “You don’t need to worry. I’m fine.”
“I will stop worrying when you’re awake,” he says. “Until then, I will watch over you.”
A slight shiver runs down your spine. Morpheus' entire focus on you always makes you a little weak, but hearing him say those words? They almost send your knees buckling.
“I don’t understand. Why have you been so insistent about this?”
Something seems to settle in his eyes, his head tipping closer.
“When you were writhing in pain—screaming—something came over me that hasn’t in a long while.”
You tilt your head, waiting.
“Fear.”
“What?” you whisper.
The back of his fingers grazes your cheek, lingering, caressing.
“I feared I would lose you.” He’s searching you, analyzing every twitch and passing emotion.
“Morpheus,” you start, “what are you saying?”
The corner of his lips lift briefly.
“You’ve become important to me,” he breathes. “My prophetess.”
His lips are so close to yours. A moment more, and they’d touch. But as much as you want this, you stop him.
“I don’t want our first kiss to be when I’m dreaming,” you say. “I want it to feel real because…you’ve become important to me, too.”
Softly, he rests his forehead against yours.
“I will wait as long as I must. Knowing you feel the same is enough.”
—
Your dizziness has been nonexistent these past couple of weeks. You’ve been able to help Lucienne in the library much more. However, this morning, if you could even call it that in the Dreaming—it’s like you’ve been getting hit from all sides.
A breeze on your cheek while you were indoors.
A shimmering red when you paged through a book.
And whispered words of “regret this” and mumblings you couldn’t decipher.
But this is your strongest one yet.
It’s not images or scents, not even a noise, but an expansive, all-encompassing feeling blooming within your chest. You swear you’ll burst when Lucienne sees you steadying yourself against a table.
She says your name. “Are you alright?”
The feeling keeps getting bigger and bigger, and then Lucienne seems so far away, then the entire library. And you realize it’s time.
“I think…I think I’m waking up.”
A moment after you spoke, it feels like you're falling backward.
Your eyes open with a quick inhale, and you look around.
You’re in a bed, and everything feels so much more tangible. There are soft sheets, a comforting breeze from the open window, and that unmistakable feeling of something new beginning.
You slowly rise, but where you thought there would be soreness, none comes.
You've healed.
You laugh in disbelief, running out of the room and to the one person you need to see.
He’s creating dreams, something you’d usually take a moment to marvel at, but you can’t seem to give a damn.
He glances over his shoulder, lips ticking up when he sees you.
He’s about to speak. Then, his eyebrows twitch downward when you don’t stop walking, and you barely contain your smile before you kiss him.
It takes him no more than a moment to grip your waist and pull you closer. To feel him like this instead of those phantom pressures, it's indescribable.
You reluctantly retreat, and he stares at you with this kind of awe, tracing the back of his knuckles down your cheek, his features brighter than you’ve ever seen.
“How are you feeling?” he asks.
You take a moment before answering. “I’m okay. Everything feels…stronger now.” You give him a small smile. “Real.”
“Not many have visited the Dreaming as you are,” he says. “If you’re overwhelmed, please tell me.”
You shake your head fondly. “Not overwhelmed, just…happy.”
“I am glad.”
Your hands rest on his chest as you stare at him, too thrilled to care that maybe you should say something. But all you want to do is look at him—feel him now that you’re back in your body.
Thankfully, he doesn’t seem to mind.
He’s gripping your hips, the lightest of touches, yet it almost burns you in the best way possible. His thumb grazes one side, grabbing your attention. Like he knows you’re daydreaming.
“I must give you something,” he says.
He reaches within his coat, and in his palm is a gold band embedded with a ruby, a piece of Morpheus’ Dreamstone.
“Stay with me,” he whispers, forehead pressed to yours. “Come and go as you please, but always return. To your home.” He pauses. “To me.”
You stare at him, eyes wide with wonder and glistening.
“Yes,” you breathe, beaming.
He strokes your cheekbone with his thumb before cupping it fully and slotting his lips between yours.
You giggle. “I have to say I really didn’t see this coming.”
If Morpheus was one to roll his eyes, he would have.
“Do not make me regret this.”
The lit in his voice pulls a playful gasp from you.
“It’s too late. You can’t change your mind,” you say, eyes alight.
His warm smile sends gooseflesh up your arms.
“Never,” he whispers.
Destiny has strange ways of working, but after centuries of unanswered questions, you finally think you understand why he chose you.
Maybe the eldest Endless has a softer spot for his younger brother than any of you realize.
Hope Dream and the others can help the Reader in the next chapter. Happy Warrens didn’t succeed, will we get to see what Dream has in store for him?
To anyone who hasn't read Part III, SPOILER AHEAD!
I'm so excited for you to read the final two chapters! There's quite a bit that happens, but Warrens isn't part of them. When Morpheus dragged Warrens into his cloak, that was technically his death scene. (I would like to point out I have only watched the show and don't know the extent of Morpheus' powers, but I figured he's an Endless, and can snuff out someone's existence in that way.)
I kinda envisioned it as Morpheus is so furious that Warrens has captured and harmed the reader that he just acts out of instinct to protect her. What happens next...well, you'll have to wait and see.
