#THE Sandman

[seadeepspaceontheside]

Its bad when Bruce is less of a party pooper than you. And I do believe that Dream fell in love with Hob in 1689 but not pursue it. You can dispute it but I will not be listening.

[e-payne]

“if death ever did catch us she’d force us into the afterlife and split us up”

honey death is the original ally

death let a scraggly homeless man live forever because her baby brother had a crush. death 1000% knows about the dead boy detective agency and she loves it. they’re her favourite little gay ghosts and they’re not going ANYWHERE

[gabessquishytum]

The ton of London is abuzz with the latest drama unfolding between Morpheus Endless and his father, Lord Time, over the question of the former’s marriage and just who is meant to meet him at the altar.

From almost the beginning of the Season, everyone had been treated to the sweet and clear courtship of Morpheus by Mr. Hob Gadling. It seemed to be love at first sight, and from a practical standpoint was considered to be a rather good match; Hob might have been new money, but what he lacked in connections he more than made up in wealth, looks, and honest charm. The Endless family are well-connected and well-respected, and while Morpheus could possibly have held out for a more equally-connected match, he was a third child (thus bringing little status to a marriage, when compared to his elder siblings), and furthermore had been considered rather unapproachable, aloof and cold, at least until Hob had managed to melt that icy exterior.

It had gotten to the point where anyone paying attention expected to hear of a proposal any day now, when chaos erupted: Lord Time, who had evidently not been paying any attention to his son or his courtship, heard the match being talked of as a settled thing, and quite firmly announced that he would not allow it. That he had in fact been arranging Morpheus’ betrothal to Mr Roderick Burgess!

Society is shocked by such a choice. The Burgess family was nearly as nouveau riche as Mr. Gadling, but with a much worse reputation (and possibly less rich). And to Roderick, to whom most of the poor reputation belongs, and who has a grown son of his own! By every measure Hob Gadling is clearly the better catch, besides which Morpheus Endless’ honor is quite firmly engaged at this point, and it would be scandalous to jilt Mr. Gadling after such a blatant courtship for such an inferior alternative.

Yet Lord Time refuses to budge on his decision, and no amount of attempted persuasion by his acquaintances, children, or even his wife (who normally presents a united front with her husband), will convince him that this course of action will damage his family’s reputation and his son’s happiness.

Morpheus doesn’t intend to take this lying down however. He plans to put himself in increasing compromising positions with his real fiancée (who is fully on board with the plan), until he is either officially engaged to Hob or considered so thoroughly ruined that the Endless family’s reputation can never recover.

And so the ton holds its breath at this game of chicken, waiting to see which happens first: the son bending to his father’s stubborn will and submitting to the sanctioned match, or the father breaking against the son’s determined willingness to drag the family name through the mud in order to marry his preferred suitor.

(Little does the ton know just how unlikely the former outcome is, as Morpheus loves Hob Gadling as strongly as he hates Roderick Burgess. Thus he is fully ready if necessary to bring himself and Hob off in the middle of a crowded ballroom, and make it very clear that this is not the first time they’ve engaged in pre-marital relations, if that’s what it takes)

Yes!!!!! I love these Bridgerton adjacent ideas for dreamling because those two are SO dramatic, you just know that they'd thrive in those conditions.

The nice thing about Hob being new money is that he doesn't really have much of a reputation to ruin, and no family to be disappointed in him. He cares very little about what anyone thinks of him; the only person he's interested in pleasing is Morpheus! And although he'd certainly prefer to save Dream’s reputation, for the sake of his beloved's place in society, Hob has no trouble at all in following Morpheus’s orders and misbehaving all over the place!

And it's certainly convenient, since they've been fucking ever since the Season began. Now Hob doesn't have to bother trying not to mark Morpheus’s neck above the line of his cravat. Hob has some well-placed conversations with some of the most notorious gossips in the ton, and soon enough everyone is craning their necks to see if the love bites are visible on Morpheus’s pretty white neck today...

Finally, Roderick Burgess seemingly can't take the idea of marrying a ruined slut like Morpheus any longer (despite the connections to the aristocracy, and all the benefits that would come with the marriage... Burgess can't cope with the fact that he would not be the first to break Morpheus in, so to speak). He breaks the deal with Lord Time, and what do you know, less than a week later, Morpheus and Hob are quietly married at an intimate little ceremony.

The ton decides to conveniently forget about the couple's scandalous behaviour - they're safely married now, so it's all quite alright. It was for the best that Morpheus married the man he clearly adored! And the honeymoon period seemingly hasn't ended either... at every ball of the next season, the newlyweds are bound to sneak off for old times sake, to some secret corner where they can renew their marital bliss. Not to mention what they get up to on the carriage ride home! It's quite clear to everyone (thanks to all the noises of satisfaction coming from behind the curtains) that Morpheus chose the right husband <3

[crowleys-1926-bentley]

@potatoking5

no fucking way.

[windsweptinred]

Before the fall...

Rarepair Art Challenge

[zonky-zara]

Beautiful.

Morpheus and Matthew—Beatriz Usano

[greattigerssimp]

Punch out characters, and what to cover their tits in

Based off of this

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

𓅨 The Endless’ Adventure with Animal Control: Chapter Two

The Endless’ Adventure with Animal Control: You are being courted by Morpheus, one of the seven Endless. Then you get stood up on your date, and find out the shocking reason why.

Warnings: None.

To Note: Morpheus x Reader, Destiny = Russian Blue, Death = Sphinx, Dream = Mainecoon, Desire = Bombay, Despair = Exotic Shorthair, Delirium = Bengal.

Word Count: ~4.1k

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It's chaos. The moment you get home, you release the Endless into your house and instantly regret doing so. Instead of having a civilized conversation between one mortal human and six Endless, Desire picks a fight with Dream. As they start hissing and clawing at each other, you chase after them to break it up. In the mean time Delirium bounces off the walls and tears across the carpet, investigating every inch of your living room with exuberance. The only ones behaving are Destiny, Death, and Despair, who simply sulks where you had placed her.

“Would you two knock it off!” you shout at the two hissing cats, grabbing their scruffs and pulling them apart in a mess of claws and pulled cat hair. “You are Endless beings, act like it!”

Desire goes limp in your hold while Morpheus turns his eyes to you and gives you the most pitiful kitten gaze you have ever seen.

Beloved…

“Don’t you ‘beloved’ me, Morpheus,” you grouse at him. “I have six Endless in my home on top of a missed date!” At the mention of the missed date, Morpheus' ears droop and he too goes slack from where he half dangles, half sits on the floor, despair taking over his body as he remembers that he missed your date. You were left waiting for him, only to need to come and help him yet again!

Desire snickers and you shoot them a glare that quickly shuts them up and has their golden eyes looking away from your narrowed ones.

You drop both cats back to the floor and lean back on your shins, running your hand over your head. Desire begins to lick their ruffled fur like nothing happened while Morpheus sidles up to you to grovel for his folly. His large form brushes against your legs, his eyes wide and remorseful.

Forgive me, beloved, he says with every piteous look and excessive nuzzle. You sigh, reaching down to scratch between his ears and feel your frustration ebb away slightly. It’s not like he intentionally ditched you and turned into a cat.

“I know it’s not your fault, Morpheus,” you murmur, letting your fingers trail through his thick fur to smooth the places Desire bit at. “I just wasn’t expecting to play cat sitter for the entire Endless family today.” Then your eyes turn to look around the room.

Delirium has found a ball of yarn from the basket of abandoned crocheting projects and is batting it around with wild abandon, tangling herself up in the process. Despair lounges on the sofa, her expression one of mild disinterest. At least they haven't gotten into anything you’re aware of.

Destiny sits regally by the window, his tail twitching as he seems to gaze into the distance. How exactly? He’s an eyeless cat? Death, ever the calm presence, has settled herself in a sunny spot on the floor, watching the proceedings with a twitching nose.

"Matthew's going to have a field day with this," you mutter, imagining the raven's reaction when he finds out that you took all of them home. But what else were you going to do? It’s not like you were just going to leave the Endless cats at the rescue shelter. "Okay, let's try to make the best of this."

I will assist, Morpheus meows softly. He follows closely as you move to scoop up the now thoroughly tangled Delirium. The young Endless purrs loudly, oblivious to the mess she has made of the yarn.

“You’re a handful, you know that?” you say, gently untangling her. She gives you a look with those mismatched eyes and you can’t help but smile. “Okay, everyone, let’s try to settle down. It’s been a long day.”

You set Delirium down and turn your attention to the rest of the room. “Desire, please try not to antagonize your brother. And Morpheus, stop letting them get under your fur. Death, Destiny, thank you for behaving, you are exemplary guests and I am honored to have you in my home. Despair... just try to keep doing whatever it is you’re doing.”

Desire gives a lazy stretch and saunters over to the corner, looking bored but no longer in the mood for a fight. Morpheus stays by your side, his eyes still full of apologies and pitifulness. You move to the kitchen, Morpheus padding after you.

“Let’s get some food in all of you. Maybe that will help calm things down.” In your kitchen, you grab six bowls and line them up on your kitchen counter before grabbing your large mixing bowl and filling it with water. You have no idea if they’ll want or need to eat, let alone drink water, but having something to do makes you feel a little more in control of the situation.

So setting the water bowl down, you go to your fridge and open it up, slowly realizing that you don’t own a cat and therefore don’t have cat food. Would they even eat cat food? Probably not? Your eyes spot the Tupperware full of the shredded chicken you had pulled from the rotisserie chicken you had picked up from the market the prior day and you grab that. Chicken is better than nothing you suppose.

As you prepare a meal for your unexpected guests, you can’t help but marvel at the absurdity of it all. Here you are, a mortal human, trying to manage six of the most powerful beings in existence—currently in cat form. It’s almost laughable. Almost.

With chicken in each of the six bowls, you set them down on the floor as one by one, the cats approach. Delirium, of course, makes a game of it, batting her food out of the bowl before finally eating it. Desire and Despair eat with an air of disinterest and great reluctance (though the reluctance mostly comes from Desire), while Destiny and Death remain calm and composed. They simply sit and eat like normal cats.

 Morpheus stays close to you, eating quickly before returning to your side and once again, rubbing his cheeks against your shins. Clingy much?

“Did you even taste that chicken?” You ask your boyfriend as he weaves between your legs.

While I appreciate the sentiment you have to provide sustenance for us, we do not need to consume food, beloved. Morpheus responds, tilting his head up so you can see his starry gaze staring into your soul. Even as a cat you can’t help but be enamored by his eyes.

“This isn’t for you, it’s for me,” you say, shifting your weight. “Treating you as cats makes me feel less insane about this.”

Leaving the kitchen you head back to your living room and collapse onto the couch, feeling the full weight of the day finally come crashing down on your shoulders. While you try to clear your mind, Morpheus jumps up beside you and promptly makes himself home on your lap with a contented purr. You stroke his fur absently, your mind whirling with everything that happened.

Missed date. Six Endless Cats.

Your eyes flutter open to look at the cats filling your home. Delirium has finally exhausted herself and is now curled up in the ball of yarn, looking every bit the picture of innocence. Desire lounges in the corner, eyes half-closed, while Despair and Death share the fading sunny spot on the floor. Destiny has returned to the window, his unseeing gaze distant and contemplative.

"You know," you say softly while running your fingers along Morpheus’ spine, "when I imagined meeting your family, this isn't exactly how I pictured it."

Be at ease. Destiny speaks, turning his head to set his sightless, and eyeless, gaze on you.

"Easy for you to say," you mutter, though the corner of your mouth twitches into a reluctant smile.

We appreciate your hospitality, Death adds. She stretches out luxuriously in the minimal sunbeam, her eyes half-closed while she soaks in the dying sunlight.

Despair's eyes flick toward you briefly before she resumes her blank stare. It's not often we are all together like this, she says morosely. Her voice carries an undercurrent of sorrow that tugs at your heart. She is Despair, after all.

"Yeah, well, next time let's try for a less chaotic gathering," you reply, scratching behind Morpheus' ears. He leans into your touch, his purring growing louder. "Everyone is going to think I'm crazy and wonder why I don't have absorbent amounts of cat shit in my garbage. It would be chaos trying to explain that."

Delirium perks up at the mention of chaos, her eyes bright with mischief. But chaos is fun! she exclaims, batting at a stray piece of yarn. We should do this more often!

Desire rolls their eyes but says nothing, clearly uninterested in the conversation. Instead, they focus on grooming their sleek fur with meticulous arrogance.

"You all have such... unique personalities," you observe. "It’s fascinating… but also very exhausting."

Morpheus nuzzles your hand affectionately. They are my family, beloved.

"Yeah, I get that," you say softly. "And I’m starting to understand why you’ve been so secretive about them. It's a bit overwhelming, I wish we could have met under different circumstances.”

Destiny tilts his head, his expression inscrutable as his nose twitches. You handle this well for a mortal, he notes.

"Well, I've had some practice," you reply with a chuckle. "Morpheus isn’t exactly low-maintenance and one of my best friends is a talking bird."

I heard that. Morpheus’s tone is playful and you can’t help but giggle softly.

“You were meant to,” you respond, trailing your fingers between his ears. “Anyone up for a movie night? I need a distraction.”

Delirium's eyes light up with excitement. Ooh! I love movies! Can we watch something colorful and weird?

"Sure thing," you agree, reaching for the remote. "How about 'Alice in Wonderland'?"

As the credits of "Alice in Wonderland" roll, you stretch and stifle a yawn. The Endless cats are sprawled across various parts of the room. Delirium is still curled up in a ball of yarn, her eyes half-closed in contentment after chattering all through the movie in happiness. Death and Despair share a quiet corner, Desire once again grooms themself. Destiny has returned to the window perch, lost in thought.

You rise from the couch, feeling exertion tugging at your mind. "I need some alone time," you mutter, extracting a grumbling Morpheus from your lap and making your way to the bathroom. The prospect of a long, luxurious bubble bath sounds like heaven.

Morpheus follows you, once again refusing to depart from your side with Desire in your vicinity. Beloved, where are you going?

"I need a break," you reply, trying to keep your voice light. "Just some time to unwind."

But... His eyes are wide and imploring. Pleading.

"Not this time, Morpheus," you say firmly, closing the bathroom door behind you before he can blast you with the full power of his starry kitten eyes. You hear a soft thump as he settles outside, clearly displeased with being locked out. He scratches at the door halfheartedly but once again, you pretend not to hear him.

Ignoring his protests, you turn your attention to the bath. You run hot water, adding bubblebath until the air is thick with fragrant steam. The tub fills quickly and soon you have a steamy oasis of calm waiting for you.

Slipping into the warm water, you let out a sigh of relief. The tension in your muscles begins to melt away as the bubbles envelop you and pop against your flesh. You lean back and close your eyes, trying to take what solitude you’ll get in the next few days.

A soft rustling breaks through your reverie. You open your eyes just in time to see Morpheus' sleek form slipping through the slightly ajar door. How did he even open it? Then your eyebrow rises when he ensures to shut it behind him with his paws.

"Seriously?" you exclaim, sitting up slightly and feeling hot, bubbly water splash your body.

I dislike being separated from you, beloved. His tone is unapologetic as he pads over to the edge of the tub and sniffs the air.

You roll your eyes but can't help a small smile. "Fine, but you're staying on that side. I am not drying you if you get wet.”

So Morpheus sits dutifully by the tub's edge, his eyes never leaving yours. Or your beautiful body, he can take solace in his current situation that he at least get’s to spend intimate time with you now.

"You're impossible," you murmur, sinking back into the bubbles. But there's no real annoyance in your voice—just a resigned affection for this stubborn Endless cat who refuses to let you be alone for even a moment.

And as the warmth of the bath seeps into your skin and Morpheus’ steady gaze remains fixed on you, for once today everything feels... okay. For now. Damn it mind!

You soak in the tub until the water starts to cool, then decide it's time to get out. You stand and reach for a towel, wrapping it around yourself as you step onto the mat. Morpheus watches you with those unblinking eyes, still perched by the tub. You dry your hair as best as you can before moving to the sink counter where your sleep clothes wait.

“Morpheus, will the Dreaming be alright while you are gone?” You ask him while pulling your underwear on followed by your sleep shorts. Morpheus blinks at you before jumping down from the edge of the tub and brushing his cheek against your bare leg, his whiskers ticking your skin.

Matthew will have informed Lucienne of my current situation and that I am in your hands. Do not worry, beloved. As Morpheus finishes speaking, you pull on your sleep shirt and let out a sigh. That’s one worry taken care of.

“Okay, we’ll just make sure that everyone stays safe and is taken care of until you turn back into your usual forms.” You softly muse, rubbing your cheek. “I can do that, I can do that.”

Morpheus bunts his head against your arm with a purr and run your fingers over his silky head one last time before turning around and leaving the bathroom. Stepping into the hallway, you notice that the house is still quiet, the other Endless seemingly settled for the night. You head towards the living room where they are scattered about.

“Okay everyone,” you announce softly. “I’m going to bed. If you need anything, that’s where I’ll be.”

Death looks up from her spot on the floor and gives you a little chin lift with a twitch of her nose and twinkling eyes. Rest well.

Desire barely acknowledges you, too busy grooming their fur. Delirium is already fast asleep in her yarn cocoon. You’ll leave that mess of yarn until she is back to her normal form, she seems to like playing with it. Destiny offers a solemn nod from his place by the window and Despair merely blinks at you.

You turn to head to your bedroom with Morpheus on your heels. Thankfully, he doesn’t risk your wrath by weaving around your feet in reverence.

Pushing open your bedroom door you step inside, eyes zeroing on your bed. The bed looks inviting, like a treat after such an eventful day. You pull back the covers and let Morpheus jump up onto the bed before sliding in after him. You settle in, pulling the covers over your body and curl on your side as Morpheus turns in a circle by your chest before plopping down. His purring starts up almost immediately and the vibrations helps ease any remaining tension from your muscles.

“Goodnight, Morpheus,” you murmur, closing your eyes and stretching your arm around his large body to snuggle him against your body.

Goodnight, beloved his thoughts brush gently against yours as he nestles closer. The rhythmic sound of his purring lulls you into a peaceful state, and it takes mere seconds for you to slip into the dreaming.

You wake up to the sensation of being smothered by warmth and fur. As your eyes flutter open, you find yourself surrounded by a pile of feline bodies. But it's the low growl that catches your attention.

Turning your head, you see Morpheus baring his teeth at Desire, who has draped themselves lazily across your legs, their eyes half-closed in smugness. Desire’s fur brushes against your skin as they shift slightly, completely unbothered by Morpheus’s hostility.

“Morpheus, what's going on?” you whisper, trying not to disturb the delicate balance of cats sprawled around you. Destiny is loafing perfectly, ignoring the growls of Morpheus, Death is curled up in a ball surrounded by bunched blankets, even Despair is lounging without a care.

Desire oversteps, Morpheus growls through the bond you share. His hackles are raised

Desire looks up. Relax, brother. I'm just enjoying the warmth.

Morpheus' eyes narrow further, his growl deepening. “Hey, both of you,” you say softly but firmly. “Let’s keep it civil. No cat fights on my bed, my home is Switzerland, capisce?”

Desire purrs softly and stretches out further, making themselves even more comfortable. See? They don’t mind, they say with a smirk.

Morpheus' fur bristles slightly, muscles still taught, but he doesn’t move or growl any further. You reach out and gently scratch behind his ears, hoping to soothe him. He leans into your touch, but his gaze remains locked on Desire.

“Come on, Desire,” you sigh. “There’s enough room for everyone. Stop intentionally picking a sight, please.”

Desire yawns dramatically and finally shifts off your legs, moving to a different spot on the bed with exaggerated grace. Fine, they say with a hint of amusement in their voice. I’ll let Morpheus have his precious space with you.

You feel the tension in Morpheus ease as Desire settles elsewhere. You can't help but shake your head at the absurdity of it all—navigating sibling rivalry among the Endless in cat form is not something you ever expected to be doing. But who does?

With Desire now at a safe distance and Morpheus calming down beside you, you let out a relieved breath. You close your eyes again and slump back against your sheets. It is going to be a long day.

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You sit on the living room floor, gently working a brush through Morpheus' long, silky coat. He purrs softly, eyes half-closed in bliss from your attention and ministration. Beside you, Death lounges on the couch, her hairless sphinx form relaxed as she watches you work.

There's this little diner downtown, Death says, her voice thoughtful. They have the best pancakes I've ever had. The cook puts a hint of vanilla in the batter.

"Sounds delicious," you reply, carefully untangling a knot in Morpheus' fur. "I’ll have to check it out sometime."

Death smiles. You should. And there's a coffee shop nearby that makes amazing lattes. The barista is an artist with foam.

You laugh softly, shaking your head in amusement. "I'll add it to my list."

Morpheus shifts slightly under your touch, his purring growing louder as you continue to brush him. His fur is a never-ending cascade of midnight black, soft and luxurious under your fingers. He is just so damn pretty.

"Alright, I think we're done here," you say, setting the brush aside and giving Morpheus one last pat. He stretches out lazily before hopping off your lap and finding a sunny spot to sit in. You turn your attention to Death, who watches you with an amused glint in her eyes.

"Your turn," you say, rising to your feet and grabbing a towel from the nearby chair.

Death tilts her head slightly, a curious expression on her face. What do you mean?

"You need a bath," you explain gently. "Your skin needs some care too. Your breed needs a bath once a week because you don't have hair to keep your body oils from spreading everywhere and stinking. Or at least that is what I read. Worry not, I have bought you a shower cap."

You scoop Death into your arms, feeling her warm body relax against you. She doesn’t protest as you carry her to the bathroom, her eyes glinting with mild curiosity. The other cats watch with varying degrees of interest and amusement.

Setting her down on the bathroom counter, you turn on the faucet and let the water warm up. Death sits calmly, her eyes following your every move.

“Alright, let’s get you ready,” you say, reaching for the cat shower cap you bought just for her. It’s a soft lavender color with tiny flowers on it—adorable and practical. “It’s bad for cats to get water in their ears, this should prevent that.”

Death tilts her head slightly as you gently place the cap over her ears, securing it snugly around her head. Her whiskers twitch, but she remains still.

“There we go,” you tell her with a smile. “Ready for your bath?”

She blinks slowly in response and nods.

You carefully lift her and lower her into the sink, letting the warm water run over her skin. She purrs softly, clearly enjoying the sensation.

Oh this is quite nice. You chuckle softly as you pour water onto her back with a cup while rubbing her velvet skin. Once she is fully wet, you reach for the gentle cat shampoo and lather it into your hands before massaging it into her skin.

Death’s purring grows louder as you work, your fingers moving in slow, soothing circles. The scent of lavender fills the air, mixing with the steam from the warm water. You rinse off the shampoo, making sure every bit of suds is gone before turning off the faucet.

Grabbing a fluffy towel, you wrap Death up and lift her from the sink. She looks up at you with those wise eyes as you gently pat her dry. The shower cap stays in place, adding an endearing touch to her appearance.

“You did great,” you say softly, rubbing the towel along her back and sides. “All clean and fresh, and hopefully not demeaning for an Endless”

Death purrs contentedly as you finish drying her off. It is an honor to receive such care from a mortal, Y/N, thank you.

“You’re under my care while in cat form, no problem,” you tell her before reaching up and carefully removing the shower cap. She stretches luxuriously, her skin twitching as she moves.

You find yourself sitting on the living room floor, eyes locked onto Despair. Her gray, matted fur and somber eyes reflect her namesake, while Desire’s sleek, immaculate coat glimmers with an otherworldly sheen. You feel a twinge of tension from Morpheus as you extend a hand towards Despair.

“Hey there,” you say softly, scratching behind her ears. She leans into your touch, her purring low and almost mournful.

Desire watches with an amused expression, their eyes half-lidded. It’s rare to see someone willingly spend time with Despair, they muse, their voice smooth as silk.

“Everyone needs a little comfort,” you reply, glancing at Morpheus. He shifts slightly, his gaze narrowing. “And despair is a part of life. I wouldn’t be human without it.”

How noble, Desire purrs, stretching out lazily. Perhaps you’d like to spend some time with me next? I promise I’m much more entertaining.

You hesitate for a moment before nodding. “Sure, Desire.”

Despair’s eyes flicker with a hint of sadness as you move your attention to Desire. You reach out and run your fingers through their sleek fur, feeling the soft warmth beneath your touch. All that grooming does pay off it seems.

Morpheus’ agitation grows palpable through your bond. He stands up and starts pacing back and forth, his tail flicking in irritation. Flashes of blazing starry novas emerge in his gaze every so often.

“Relax,” you murmur to him, trying to soothe his unease.

Desire purrs louder under your touch, their eyes gleaming with satisfaction. See? Isn’t this much better?

“It’s different,” you admit, glancing at Morpheus again. His restlessness tugs at your heart. This has to be so hard for him.

Despair shifts slightly closer to you once more, silently wanting more attention and pets. You humor her. Morpheus finally stops pacing and sits down heavily beside you. His frustration is clear in the way he huffs softly but he doesn’t say anything.

Desire chuckles softly. Looks like someone’s feeling left out.

“Come here,” you say gently to Morpheus, patting the spot beside you.

He reluctantly moves closer until he’s nestled against your side. You can feel his tension slowly easing as he presses into you for reassurance.

Despair continues to lean into your touch on one side while Desire purrs contentedly on the other. Morpheus finally relaxes completely against you, his earlier agitation melting away as he finds comfort in your presence amidst his siblings.

Date Published: 11/20/24

Last Edit: 11/20/24

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[writing-for-life]

Dream Hunters—Saverio Tenuta

[quasi-normalcy]

Yeah, it's difficult not to read that almost as a nose-thumbing gesture

Just thinking about Richard Madoc and how progressive he appeared to be to the press and how he wrote about strong women and how he hired women to adapt his books but then he was assaulting Calliope while doing it...

[gabessquishytum]

(Human au) Chubby Hob going to meet his boyfriend’s siblings for the first time, and he’s nervous.

At this point he’s quite settled and comfortable with the fact that Dream finds him and his size incredibly sexy, but Hob is fully aware that this is not universally agreed with. He’s worried that Dream’s family will judge him poorly for his attraction to someone like Hob, or even use Hob’s weight as the start of some sibling shit-stirring.

Except when they arrive to the Endless family home, the first one to greet them is Desire, who gives Hob a very blatant once-over, before stating with unmistakable envy “Dream, you lucky bastard.”

That’s the most vocal response he gets, but to Hob’s bewilderment (and Dream’s pride), it’s made clear very quickly that every single one of the Endless siblings also finds him and his size incredibly sexy.

It’s up to you if this visit results in Hob x Endless Siblings, or if Hob simply leaves afterwards having very complicated feelings about the fact that apparently his boyfriend’s attraction to his fat is somehow genetic. Either way, Dream is disgustingly smug the entire time about finding Hob first.

-🪽anon

We love chubby Hob, we love chubby Hob being appreciated!!!!

This is such a nice idea. I'm imagining that at some point, Despair ends up talking to Hob and she's like "yeah I had to educate all my siblings on fat liberation and I swear to god if any of them were fatphobic I'd start smacking them, I just didn't anticipate that my lectures would make them appreciate fat people quite as much as this........ welcome to the family lol." And Hob is nothing but grateful for the fact that Despair has apparently hardwired all her siblings to be very respectful and admiring of his body type.

The best thing is none of the siblings are weird about him being fat. Nobody explicitly comments on his body at all. Which is nice, because Hob has been with people in the past who were attracted to his fatness in an almost creepy way, like it was the only interesting thing about him. The Endless siblings aren't like that at all. They just make him feel desirable and sexy and welcomed, making sure that he has a nice time, that he has lots of nice food and drinks. They all pay him attention in a way that makes him blush... but he's not uncomfortable in the least. He kind of likes how he feels when the siblings sigh that they're all still single, while Dream has found such a gorgeous man...

He feels right at home there on the sofa, with Dream’s arms possessively wrapped around him (and hands sneaking under his jumper to enjoy the soft pillow of his belly). Despair and Destruction are squeezed onto the sofa too and its warm and cozy. Death pats Hob’s head in a friendly gesture as she hands out drinks. Destiny tries to teach Delirium how to play a card game. Desire actually has their head in Hob’s lap, as they're splayed out all across the sofa like a contented cat.

Hob feels safe. And he knows for sure that he is loved. If Dream wants to show him off in the future, well... he certainly wouldn't be opposed to that!

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Sandman woodburing of Morpheus I did for sister last Christmas.

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Cinnamon Warmth

I simply HAD to write a little continuation of @unpredictable-probabilities' wonderful fic Where It Goes, so definitely read her fic before you read this one or else this will make little sense!

Read either here or on AO3!

To be completely honest, Morpheus was a bit nervous now that he was standing in front of the Gadling family home, his one hand resting in the crook of Hob’s elbow. Agreeing to Christmas brunch with Hob's parents had been easy as they had laid in the bed of the hotel, relishing each other's presence and warmth in their own little bubble, away from the rest of the world. But standing in front of the other man’s childhood home as his unexpected plus one for Christmas was a bit more spontaneous than his usual endeavours, and so the nervousness perhaps should have been expected. 

Hob on the other hand seemed totally unbothered that he would be introducing a man he met the day before to his parents, even with what had happened to him last Christmas. Morpheus strived for such a level of self-assuredness and optimism. If he were lucky his family would only disown him for such a decision. Or behead him, if he were less lucky. 

“Promise they don't bite,” Hob murmured to his right, and Morpheus snorted in response. 

“I wouldn't be too sure of that. Their son certainly didn't seem disinclined if prompted, and he must have learned it from someone.” 

“That would be Marleen's influence right there, I tend to keep my teeth to myself.” A male voice suddenly answered from the doorway, amused to no end. Morpheus whipped around with a deep blush rising on his face to the man now standing in the doorway to Hob's home. Leave it to him to make a bloody fool of himself first thing. 

Mr. Gadling was a very soft man, with smile lines around his mouth and crows’ feet around his eyes, which sparkled with the same sort of mischief Morpheus had already witnessed on Hob's face. There was also the same sort of resolve to make him feel safe and welcomed, and Morpheus deflated a bit at that slowly familiar look on his face. 

“Apologies, Mr. Gadling,” he said quickly and held out a hand to Hob's father, determined to overcome his social faux-pas as quickly as possible. “I'm Morpheus, Hob's… friend. At least for now.” 

The man barked a laugh at that and ignored his hand in favour of giving Morpheus a full-bodied hug. “I do like a man that knows what he wants! Call me Frank. No need to be all formal with family, eh?” 

Morpheus was released with a clap to his back and the most stunned expression he had ever worn in his life. He was given a moment to collect himself as Mr. Gadling moved to hug his son with the same enthusiasm he had bestowed upon Morpheus. The comparison made something ache in his chest, but in the best way he could imagine. 

“Now come in, boys, it's freezing! Marleen will want to meet the new face, so prepare for all the usual motherly fussing.” Mr. Gadling winked at him then, and Morpheus had exactly zero seconds to prepare before he was being pulled into the next pair of arms at the same time as Hob. 

“Oh, Robert, you didn't say you would be bringing such a gorgeous young man along!” The woman now embracing them both had a smile that rivalled the sun and brown eyes the same shade as Hob's. She smelled faintly of garlic and bacon and herbs, which caused Morpheus' stomach to growl with interest. The croissant perhaps hadn't quite been enough to fully ease his hunger this morning. “And he's hungry too! Well thank goodness I just finished preparations for brunch.” 

Mrs. Gadling shooed them into the dining room before Morpheus even had the chance to introduce himself and then headed off back towards the kitchen to continue her preparations. All that Morpheus could now do was blink, but somehow it didn't help with his orientation. Beside him Hob chuckled, then slowly led them to the table so they could sit down. 

“Perhaps I should have mentioned that they're very handsy.” 

Honestly, Morpheus wasn't sure if that would have helped. Nothing could have prepared him for this welcome. 

“It's alright…” Morpheus frowned as he realised that it really was alright. Usually he hated physical contact. But somehow, this wasn't too bad. Some part of him was even hoping to experience it again. The Gadlings were… warm. Their touch felt soothing instead of irritating. Perhaps it was a quality the whole family shared. “They're nice.” 

“They try their best,” Hob agreed and Morpheus nodded in response. 

Pans and pots clattered in the kitchen and some colourful but delighted curses accompanied most sounds. Morpheus was itching with the need to make himself useful. 

“Shouldn't we help your mother with preparations?”

“Not if we want to keep our heads, no. She takes great pride in preparing Christmas brunch by herself, we get to do the washing up later, if we're lucky.” Hob’s voice was fond as he talked about his mother, about this joke that must be reoccurring every year. 

“Marleen is a very independent woman,” Mr. Gadling agreed with a smile from the doorway, and Morpheus got the feeling that popping in on conversations like this was simply his thing. 

“She certainly seems like one, Sir.” Morpheus cringed a bit at his politeness, but no offer of first names could erase a lifetime of addressing even one's own father as ‘sir’. 

“Polite boy you are, hm?” He chuckled and sat down opposite them, then rested his chin on one of his hands to look at them. “How did you guys meet?” 

Morpheus opened his mouth to answer, when Mrs. Gadling suddenly flicked her husband against the temple with a disapproving click of her tongue. 

“At least wait until we're eating before you grill them. Here, be quiet.” She instructed and shoved a steaming pastry into Mr. Gadling's mouth, who only shrugged and munched away happily on the very fluffy looking cinnamon roll. 

Mrs. Gadling then places the rest of the tray and several other types of pastries on the table, quickly followed by a spread of hearty cheeses and meats and bread, as well as a pot of tea. It was simple, but the heat radiating off the pastries and breads spoke of a very early morning spent in the kitchen and hours upon hours of preparation work. Morpheus felt slightly unworthy of being on the receiving end of such a meal, made with care and love and at the sacrifice of time and energy. 

His own parents did not cook or bake or put any effort of their own whatsoever into Christmas dinners. They hired private chefs that made incredible eight course meals which only tasted of the craft but never of love. 

When Morpheus bit into a warm cinnamon roll dripping with sugary goodness and topped with an ungodly amount of frosting he tasted nothing but the love Mrs. Gadling held for her family. And possibly enough sugar to give him cavities overnight. He dove in again immediately after the first bite. 

Mrs. Gadling looked pleased at his enthusiasm as she cut off a piece of fresh bread for herself and buttered it generously. 

“So, now, how did you meet your lovely new friend, Robert?”

Hob chuckled at the curiosity in her voice and quickly swallowed his mouthful of cream cheese puff pastry. 

“Fell asleep on him on the train yesterday.” Two pairs of eyebrows were raised at that and Morpheus felt a blush dust his cheeks again. “And Morpheus very gallantly saved me from face-planting when the train suddenly broke down.”

Mr. Gadling made a face that said Yep, sounds like my son and Morpheus wasn't sure what it said about Hob that such a situation apparently was very like him. 

“And you just decided to tag along for Christmas brunch, darling?”

It took Morpheus an embarrassingly long time to realise she was addressing him with ‘darling’. Considering she didn't ask his name, he probably shouldn't be so surprised. 

“Er, yeah. Yes, sorry. I didn't have any other plans for the day and as Hob offered… I hoped his family would be as lovely to spend time with as he himself is. And I haven't been disappointed.” 

“Oh what a charmer!” Mrs. Gadling laughed in delight and nodded her approval. “I'm glad we didn't scare you away yet, sweetheart. But I gather if you survived a full day with Robert, you'll survive a meal with us.” 

“It is no hardship,” answered Morpheus quickly, then turned slightly more red than he had already been. “Neither spending time with Hob nor with you. I feel very welcomed, although you barely know me.” 

Both Mr. and Mrs. Gadling smiled indulgently at his words and Hob, too, seemed touched by them. 

“You're going to be good for our boy.” Mr. Gadling stated then and Mrs. Gadling hummed her agreement. “So, what do you do, son? Music or art?” 

[bobbole]

Morpheus - art by Skottie Young

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Dream of the endless by Stregawolf on Deviant art !!🖤🖤

I couldnt find the link to their DA :(

I LOVE HIM SMMMM