#morpheus x gn!reader

[writethrough]

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. 

“My heart.” 

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[roguelov]

Love Markings

Summary: Dream soon becomes worried when he cannot find you. You had not spoken to him in a day, and are nowhere to be found in the Dreaming. Needing to know, he corners Matthew only to get no straight answers, but new suspicions and tightly woven nerves. So, Dream takes it into his own hands and runs off to find you. When he gets to your apartment, you appear, but not as the same as he remembers you. You now have a new marking: a tattoo, but why?

Word Count: ~2.4k

Reader: Gender Neutral

Warnings: Mostly fluff, very minor angst (Dream worrying)

Requested by a wonderful anon

In a high vaulted grandiose throne room - with its looming columns on either side crafted with precision and artistry to the magnificent stained glass windows ahead which defied reality as they shifted in color and told their own stories - the reigning Lord and his peculiar raven were at odds, to put it plainly. A palpable tension had settled over the room, filling up every inch of the expansive space. It was suffocating, and nerve wracking. The Lord, Dream of the Endless or Morphues, glared heavily at his newest raven with searing hot daggers. The poor raven, Matthew, avidly avoided the Endless’s gaze, yet the heat was undeniable. The thought of possibly spontaneously combusting crossed Matthew’s mind.

And what caused such tension?

You.

Dream’s love.

Dream’s mortal love.

For over a day, you had been missing. However, it did not cross Morpheus’s mind until now. He was busy with the Dreaming, and with his newest dreams and nightmares. He didn’t realize your presence was gone until he reached a hand beside him only to be greeted with the empty cold space. Instantly, his thoughts spun wildly out of control. Were you hurt? In any sort of trouble? Were you upset with him? What possibly happened to you? He searched and searched and could not find you in the Dreaming, anywhere.

If anything had happened, he would blame himself for eternity. His spiraling thoughts would not be silenced until he saw your smiling face. And strangely when he vocalized his concerns about your whereabouts, his usually chatty raven clammed up.

Thus, the ungodly tension in the room.

Morpheus’s icy eyes, nearly glowing in the dim room, glared at Matthew. While Matthew stared down at the pristine stone floor rather than the being that transcended most known deities written throughout humanity’s history. “Matthew,” Morpheus asked slowly and evenly, although his voice boomed off of every surface, “are you not telling me something?”

“What? Me? Oh, no, I would never,” Matthew chuckled nervously.

Morpheus stepped forward, his boots clapped like thunder across the floor. “I shall tell you now it is unwise to hide things from me.”

Matthew shrunk and wearily glanced up. “It’s - it’s nothing, boss, really.”

Morpheus bent down, eyeing the raven, “I’ll ask again: where is (Y/N)?”

Matthew awkwardly shuffled side to side. “I - I don’t know.”

“Don’t know, or don’t care to say?”

“… it’s … well, it’s - uh … it’s complicated.” Matthew stumbled through his words, desperately trying not to reveal anything.

He made a promise to you to not tell. An idiotic, life-ruining promise.

“Matthew, I am begging you not to tell him. I want it to be a surprise,” you pleaded.

Matthew sighed, sinking lower to the ground. “Okay, okay, I will, but he won’t like it.”

You crouched down, meeting Matthew at eye level. You smiled gently. “Hey, it is just a small secret - barely a secret really - that you have to keep. All you have to do is lie about where I am. Easy.”

“Easy? He’s an Endless, doesn't he know everything? Seen everything? Wouldn’t he be like an automatic bullshit detector? How could I lie to him?”

You sighed, “It’s just for a few hours, and maybe you won’t have to lie at all. Maybe find a place to hide until it’s over, I’ll be in and out.”

Matthew grumbled.

“Matthew.” Gentle hands scooped under his talons, raising him up into the air. Matthew kept his head turned, unable and willing to look into your eyes. “Matthew, please.”

Matthw internally grimaced. One look of your pleading eyes and he would cave - much like your dear Morpheus. You captured not only the heart of the Endless, but all of those in the Dreaming. Very few were willing to say no to you. Yet, curiosity could be cruel, so Matthew snuck a glance out of the corner of his eye.

Having raised him to eye level, your eyes bore directly into him. Wide and pleading. Your eyebrows knitted together as a minuscule frown tugged on your lips. Matthew winced. Instantly, he was ensnared by you. He sighed regrettably, “Yeah, okay, I got you covered.”

An ecstatic smile broke out across your once grim face. “Thank you, Matthew, I promise I’ll bring you something back as a thank you. Fries? Sweets? I could even make you something.”

Matthew hummed, and smiled to himself. “If I survive the next couple of days, I would love some fries.”

“Deal.”

“Complicated, how?” Morpheus glared.

“I … I can’t say.”

Morpheus’s lips thinned. His patience was dwindling, immensely. “If (Y/N) is in some form of danger and you are unwilling to -“

“What?” Oh, this was taking a terrible turn. “No, no, god no. They are perfectly safe, I swear.”

“Then, what is it?” He asked through gritted teeth, enunciating each syllable.

“I, uh … um, how - how about you go find them yourself,” Matthew suggested, trying to dig himself out of this hole. “Go to their home, they are probably there.”

Right? They should be. Maybe? Matthew thought.

“Probably?”

“They are!” Matthew squeaked out. “They are home, or - or not. They could be out grocery shopping or you know maybe they went to get some food? Or other … things?”

Morpheus exhaled, needing to calm himself. “Fine. I will find them myself.”

Sand swirled around Morpheus once - like a magician’s trick with their cape - and he vanished, leaving Matthew alone in the now quiet, peaceful throne room. Matthew sighed, almost flopping over absolutely relieved to be out of such a mess.

Hopefully, (Y/N) can take it from here, Matthew thought before flying off - most likely to hide just in case Morpheus were to return.

With a swish of a curtain of sand, Morpheus arrived in your apartment and found it empty. Lifeless. He called out your name only to be greeted with silence. No response. His chest constricted; a spike of fear doused his pounding heart.

Where could they have gone, he thought wearily.

Luckily, his prayers were quickly answered by a resounding click of a lock in the eerie stillness, and the high pitched squeak of the front door opening. You strolled in, unaware of his presence, with a chirper smile. A smile that slowly eased the Endless’s fears, but a few still panicked questions lingered.

Where have you gone? Were you avoiding him? What happened? Did something happen? Were you okay?

You glanced over, and flinched - surprise and shock flashed over your features - at Morpheus’s somewhat ominous appearance. You placed a hand over your racing heart, and mumbled a few curses under your breath. “Morpheus? God, you scared the shit out of me, what are you doing here?”

He swiftly approached you in three easy strides. Concern evident on his usually stoic features. His eyes scanned over your face. He saw no injuries, no tells of any harm that may have possibly occurred. He internally sighed in relief. “I’m sorry I startled you, my love. I was worried something may have happened to you.”

Your surprise melted away as a smile crossed your lips. “I’m fine, there’s nothing to worry about.”

He frowned slightly. “Then where have you gone? You have been missing, and dare I say avoiding me, all day.”

You winced. “I know and I’m sorry. I really didn’t think you would get so worried.”

“I always worry.” He stepped closer, cupping your cheek with a single hand. “There are things out of my reach, things that may cause you harm in order to get to me.”

The Morningstar was one figure who came to mind, and he certainly wouldn’t put it past a few of his siblings to sow some chaos in his well crafted world.

You grabbed his wrist, and brought his hand to your lips. You gently kissed his knuckles, trying your best to soothe him. “I’m safe, okay? You don’t have to worry so much.”

His eyes dropped with a deep exhale. You were right. His heart, however, could not be so easily calmed.

You kissed his knuckles again. His sorrowful eyes, like an expansive ocean ready to swallow you up, connected back with yours. You smiled, a loving smile. Dropping his hand, you stepped away to begin to remove your coat. “I should have told you I would be out, but I wanted it to be a surprise.”

“Surprise?”

You turned around, and unzipped your coat. “I was hoping I could be in and out or Matthew could stall until I called you.”

Morpheus huffed, not hiding his displeasure. “Matthew did distract me, but also succeeded in irritating and worrying me more.”

You snorted. “Please, don’t be so hard on him, he was only doing what I asked him to do.”

“Asked him? I still don’t see why -“

His words instantly died on his lips as you finally hung up your coat and faced him. His eyes widened. He hesitantly approached your side in utter disbelief. Was that a tattoo? His fingers carefully reached out; they barely skimmed over the wrap - the second protective skin - which hugged your arm. You tensed slightly due to the dull soreness.

Morpheus, like lightning, yanked his fingers away. “I’m sorry I -“

You chuckled, waving him off. “I’m fine, I don’t break so easily. Here -“ you grabbed his hand and guided his fingers back to the fresh tattoo, letting him trace over the image now inked into your arm.

His index finger gently grazed over the outline of the black and white piece of art that covered most of your bicep. It depicted a raven, from the front, with its wings spread out as if in flight. Its head tilted upwards and to the side, high and proud. In its talons, it carried a familiar object - a helm resembling a twisted gas mask with hauntingly massive dark eyes. The tube, the chilling nozzle made of bones, curved down your arm. And it should be said that it was a lie that the tattoo was solely black and white. No, it had an ounce of vibrant color: a rich, dark ruby red. A necklace looped multiple times around the raven’s neck to ensure its safety, and an iconic ruby dangled in front of the raven’s chest, swaying on the nonexistent wind.

Morpheus traced over the raven and its wings as it curled around your arm, down to the geometrical ruby nearly in the center of the pieces, and down further to the helm and its nozzle as it weaved back and forth creating dynamic movement.

It was gorgeous.

His eyes drank in every inch, and continued to find to new details: the etches in the individual feathers creating a soft textured appearance, the highlights of the rivets and metal plating of the helm, the miniscule triangular design of the clasp which held the ruby, or the twinkle of life and mischief in the raven’s one eye. Peering closer, Morpheus’s eyes squinted in confusion. Surrounding the raven, near its proud head, were other outlines of raven, although much smaller and lacked such fine detail - as if soaring the background.

“They are your other ravens,” you said quietly, watching as he examined your tattoo. “I wanted to pay tribute to them.”

Morpheus’s eyes snapped up. “All of them?”

“Yes, all of them,” you smiled softly.

“… why?”

“Why as in why I added them?”

Morpheus shook his head. “Why did you do this?”

“Are you asking why people do things because of the people they love?”

His eyes widened as he leaned back, practically shocked by your rhetorical question.

You chuckled, and twisted around to face him directly. “I did it because I wanted to. I did it because I love you. I love you, and the Dreaming, and all the memories we have created together. And I wanted a reminder of all of it.”

His eyes fell back to the beautiful intricate, now permanent, art on your arm. “You … you did this because of me?”

“No, I did it because I like the feeling of needles jabbing into my skin.” Morpheus rolled his eyes, not entirely pleased by your sarcasm. You cupped his face, directing his eye back on yours. “Yes, I did it because of you. And maybe someday I’ll get more because of you or maybe I’ll just get other random pieces, who knows. But, this one will always be special; which is why it’s on my left side to be close to my heart.”

Morpheus’s eyes immediately softened. Adoration shone brightly. He reached up, brushing his knuckles across your cheek. “You truly did not have to do this.”

“Well, unfortunately it wasn't up to you. I wanted to do this. I thought about it for months and months until I finally decided I would go through with it.”

He chuckled lightly. “Then can I just say my thanks? To see I inspired such a beautiful piece -“ he placed his hand on top of yours, and turned his head to kiss the inside of your wrist directly over your pulse - “I am honored, greatly. My heart sings at the sight of it, and I love you more than ever.”

You smiled, bashfully.

“Come here.” He brought you closer, and passionately kissed your lips. You hummed as a giddy smile broke across your lips. He laughed and pulled away, smiling at you. A rare smile, like an eclipse and just as beautiful. “I believe I need to show you my love in return.”

You were completely lovestruck with him, just as he was for you. “Really?”

“Yes,” he cooed, pressing his lips to your neck.

You chuckled, feeling ticklish. “As much as I wish to continue, how about we just lay down for now?”

He lifted his head, gazing into your eyes. Fatigue now evident in your droopy eyes and hunched posture. “Tired, my love?”

“Absolutely exhausted.”

He kissed your forehead and took your hand, guiding you to the bedroom. “Then, let’s rest. We can talk more later.”

He swept you off into the bedroom. You unceremoniously collapsed into bed, welcomed by the sheets and pillows. Morpheus slowly draped himself beside you. You turned over, tossing him a lopsided smile. Throwing an arm around his waist, you drew him closer.

He smiled to himself. You truly were his entire world. His hand gently landed on your tattoo. He mindlessly began to trace the image; a new habit he was forming. Your eyes fluttered closed, lulled to sleep. “Sleep,” he muttered, “I’ll see you soon in the Dreaming.”

“I love you, Morpheus,” you whispered as you drifted off.

He kissed your forehead. “And I love you.”

[spideybatsy]

Masterlist

AO3

Bruce Wayne

A+B - Finished

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Late Night

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Jonathan Crane 

Ocean Eyes

Morpheus

Find Me

The Deal

[lady-pug]

dream a little dream of me

Chapter IV of Dream a Little Dream of Me

Summary: As you settled in for the night, sleep overcame you almost as soon as your head hit your pillow.

“You called?” you heard a voice call out in the darkness.

Opening your eyes, you noticed with joyous gidiness that you were once again standing on the cobbled street, the moonlight shining softly on your skin. And Morpheus, the man you desperately wished to see, was standing only a few steps in front of you.

“I-” you almost found yourself at a loss for words “I did.”

Pairing: Morpheus | Dream of the Endless x Reader

Word count: 1,4k

Warnings: none

Notes: So… hi. I’m back. I’d like to start off by apologizing. I’m so so sorry for how long I’ve been absent, and especially for how long this story went without an actual ending to it (even though I’d promised to have it out quickly, just goes to show I shouldn’t make promises I might not be able to keep). A lot has happened in my personal and professional life in the past months that have kept me away from writing. I’ve had the first half of this chapter for almost as long as the third one has been out but so much was happening that I didn’t have the time or the motivation (sometimes I lacked both to be honest) to come back and finish it.

But I’ve finally done it. This story is finally complete. I’ve had the idea for this chapter mostly planned out in my head since chapter 1, and now I finally get to share it with you. I’d like to thank anyone who has taken the time to read this story and embark on this small journey with me, whether it be just one chapter (even just one paragraph) or the complete story. Thank you so so much for reading, and a special thank you for anyone who has left any sort of feedback, it means the world to me. And again I’m so very sorry for taking so long to write this, I sincerely hope you can forgive me. And I truly hope you enjoy this, dear reader!

Reader's gender not specified

Previous part | Masterlist | Read on AO3

Things had started to look a little bit brighter after that night. Slowly, very slowly, little by little, things in your life started getting better, getting sorted out. It wasn’t immediate, nor was it without effort, but it was something.

The first thing you did after writing ten whole pages on that fateful Word Document was to start looking for a job. Literally anything would do, just so long as it got the bills paid and added food to the table, just long enough for you to get back on your feet and find a more permanent career. You’d be the first to admit that some of the jobs you took during that time, some of the people you’d met, were simply awful, sometimes bordering on humiliating. But some you actually enjoyed, and some of the people you had met you’d keep in your heart for a long time.

You’d also tried getting in touch with the people you’d grown apart, even if they didn’t want anything to do with you, just as a way to get closure. Some answered and some didn’t. Some didn’t want to talk, others agreed to meet. Some simply told you how things you’d done had hurt them, and you told them of how they had hurt you in return. And some had even agreed to try and work things out, slowly regaining contact and, eventually, their trust.

And finally, after several long months, you managed to save up enough money to travel back to your home town for a couple of days in order to pay your relative’s grave a visit. It wasn’t perfect, nor was it ideal, but it was enough, if only for now. You felt a strange sense of calmness looking at the words engraved in their headstone. The sort of calmness you had only felt when in the Dreaming.

Speaking of, your night visits to the Dreaming and its inhabitants had been a comfortable constant in your life for the past few months, at least in the beginning anyway. At first, you kept coming back every night, cherishing your conversations with the café owner, who you had come to know was named Amanda, or the little quips Matthew threw your way whenever he saw you walking around town. Even Mervyn’s rudeness was something you had grown fond of. But the thing you looked forward to the most was seeing Dream. Sometimes he’d actually stop by and engage in casual conversation with you, other times he'd just send a small grin your way over his shoulder in passing as he strode around town. But every single time you saw him you felt a warm, fuzzy fluttering feeling in your chest.

But eventually, as things in the waking world started to get better, your visits to the Dreaming started to become progressively more scarce. You started having other dreams too, some good, some not so much, your visions of the small town, and consequently your interactions with Morpheus, dwindling by the day. While it saddened you to let this go, to let him go, you cherished it even more so.

Tonight, though, almost an entire year after your first real conversation with him by the riverside, you really wished to visit him, even if it was one last time. It had been weeks since you’d last visited and you were hoping with all your heart to be able to talk to him again. You had good news to share after all.

As you got ready for bed your thoughts kept wandering back to Dream. Why had he become so special to you? Why were you special, like Lucienne had told you, in the first place? Why did you keep going back to the Dreaming? Maybe you’d never know the answer to those questions, and you realized with a quiet start that you were fine not knowing. Those things happened, and you were honestly glad they did, there was no point in dwelling on the past now.

As you settled in for the night, sleep overcame you almost as soon as your head hit your pillow. 

“You called?” you heard a voice call out in the darkness.

Opening your eyes, you noticed with joyous gidiness that you were once again standing on the cobbled street, the moonlight shining softly on your skin. And Morpheus, the man you desperately wished to see, was standing only a few steps in front of you.

“I-” you almost found yourself at a loss for words “I did.”

He smiled softly, head slightly tilted as if to ask what was on your mind.

“It’s just-” you shook your head in order to gather your thoughts “Since… that night, I’ve been coming here less and less.”

“It’s because you don’t need this anymore.”

For a brief moment you panicked, doesn’t he want you to come see him anymore?

“What? No, I-” you stammered “I still- I still need this. I still need you!”

His grin turned soft and he averted his eyes before speaking again.

“You have gotten to a point in your life in which I am no longer needed. There is nothing holding you back anymore, you get to live your life however you see fit.”

A stinging sensation accompanied the tears brimming in your eyes, threatening to fall.

“But I still want to see you. I still want you.”

His smile widened, small lines creasing in the corners of his eyes as he took a step towards you, leaving almost no space between the two of you. 

“I once said you could see me again…”

“If I wished.” your own smile grew as realization dawned on you.

“Always.” he whispered as the back of his hand caressed your own, light like a feather.

As you stood there,breathing each other in, a moment turned into two, which then turned into a few minutes more, so much so that you almost forgot the reason for your visit.

“Why are you here?” Dream asked softly.

“Hm?”

“Why did you summon me?” he took a minuscule step back, only enough to be able to gaze into your eyes “You seemed like you had something important on your mind.”

“Oh!” you shouted, and had he been any mere mortal, Morpheus might have just flinched away from you. But he was no mere mortal and thus didn’t startle so easily, so he simply tilted his head to the side and waited for you to proceed “I finished my book.”

“That’s wonderful.” he smiled, genuinely happy for you.

“And a publisher has agreed to publish it!” you rocked on the balls of your feet, suddenly feeling bashful “I got the confirmation email today. I thought you might like to hear about it, since you were oh so interested in it before, you know.”

He chuckled softly, both of his hands resting on your shoulders to keep you in place.

“I am truly happy for you. And I feel honored you decided to come all this way to share it with me.” he removed one of his hands from your shoulder and raised it in the air “I believe this moment calls for a celebration, don’t you think?”

For the briefest of moments you panicked, believing he was sending you away once more.

“No, no, wait!” you tried to hold onto his hand but it was too late, he had already snapped his fingers.

Nothing happened. You were still there with him, not back in your bed in the morning. His smile turned smug, bordering on a smirk, as if he was already expecting your reaction.

And then you heard it. From seemingly out of nowhere came the soft whisper of a trumpet, followed by a powerful voice.

“Where is that coming from?” you looked around but could not find the source of the music.

Dream simply shrugged. That did not matter now, did it? Slowly, he raised a hand towards you, palm up and inviting. Placing your own hand on top of his, he pulled you closer, your chests practically touching, as his other arm enveloped your waist.

“This is what you call a celebration around these parts?” you teased, earning a chuckle from him.

“Only when both parts are into it.” he responded, slowly swaying you both to the rhythm of the song.

As you and Dream danced together, the soft glow of moonlight caressing your skins, you couldn’t help but sigh, a small smile playing on your lips.

“Thank you.” you whispered.

“Whatever for?” he hummed.

“For this. All of this.”

As you slipped further into his embrace, you felt peaceful. Your whole body tingled and for only a moment you wished you didn’t have to go back to the waking world.

“You’re welcome, darling.” he whispered back to you.

But you now knew you could always return here, to this very moment. All you had to do was wish for it, and Dream would bring you back here. Back to him.

[melancholypancakes]

How would dream take it if reader asked him I wonder how it would be if we didn't meet? Like she's just on her phone in the dreaming and wondering outloud

I think Dream would flat out say, “I would continue ruling my realm and watching over dreams, even if we didn’t met personally I would still know of your existence and you would keep living your mortal life until your death…”

His eyes would be glossy and ponder on the same question, Dream would wonder why the reader thought of this.

Did they wish they never met?

Why this sudden thought?

Did they wish a different life?

A different beloved?

The reader heard his answer and cover their put as they drop their phone. They never meant to offend him of course or make him cry.

The reader would be nervous and rambles apologies, “I’m sorry Dream! It was just a thought just forget it! It was just an “If” thing!” They say as they wave their hands in the air until Dream grasp their hands gently.

The reader would be confused for a second and Dream would look them in the eye.

“Darling…do you wish we never met?” He asks as the reader squeezes his hand.

“What?! No! Of course not! I wouldn’t trade anything in the world. If I hadn’t met you I wouldn’t be with you and I love you Dream…truly.” They say.

Dream sighs in relief that his beloved was just asking a simple question out loud unintentionally.

Dream kisses their hands and smiles, “My dear…my dreamer. I wouldn’t change a thing either…please don’t ever doubt my love for you.”

The reader blushes red as they hide their face in Dream’s neck and he smiles warmly at the sudden affection.

The reader was embarrassed and slowly pulls their head up and holds Dream face in their hands as he looks at them confused.

The reader does a very bold thing and kisses the King. The endless on the lips which he requited and kisses the reader back as they passionately show their love for one another…

[skinnywalker]

I'm going to try and empty my drafts today but I'll also let you all know what I have in the works.

- the ruby burns part 2

- A bird in a Cage part 1

- Sweet tooth (daryl dixion x male reader)

- different walks (Hopper x Male reader)

- I've been blessed with turtle two doves (Arthur Havisham x Male Reader)

- Well I guess I just do it myself (Natasha romanoff x Wanda Maximoff x male reader)

- I'll eat you up I love you so (poly! Lost boys x demon! male reader

- humanity's cold arms pt 2

Let me know if there is anything else you are expecting or wanting! (This list does not include oneshots.)

[barakittens517]

my Morpheus x gn! reader fic is now on AO3! I edited (a lot r.i.p.) and added a new title + new chapter titles (:

[swanimagines]

MELODY OF THE NIGHT | MORPHEUS

Summary: You've been distancing yourself from Morpheus, because you know he's an Endless and can't be romantically involved with humans, but you can't bear being with him while knowing you can't have him. He comes over to your house and demands to know what's the matter. It ends unexpectedly.

It had been weeks. You had known it was forbidden for Endless to be romantically involved with mortals, but your stupid heart had still developed feelings for him. It had been too painful to endure, so you willed yourself not to visit The Dreaming anymore, and avoided Morpheus in your dreams as well - not that you actually had the power to do that, but Morpheus knew when someone didn't want him to appear so he didn't.

When your doorbell had rang, you had to admit that you hadn't expected who was on the other side of the door, even when it should have been obvious. Morpheus stood there, looking as gorgeous as always. Compared to you - messy hair, looking like you didn't sleep properly, in your t-shirt and sweatpants.

"Hi, um... sorry, I'm kind of busy here," you mumbled to him, not really even looking at him.

Morpheus sighed, clearly knowing it was a lie. "May I come in?"

It wasn't really a question, but you still nodded. He came into your apartment and closed the door behind himself. You tapped your tea mug nervously as you stood in front of him. You didn't know what to say to him, really. You were embarrassed, angry, and frustrated all at once. Your emotions made you feel out of control, which in turn only increased your frustration and your embarrassment.

"I do not understand why you will not talk to me," Morpheus said, his voice soft. He looked hurt, or maybe just disappointed.

His words hit you like a hammer. You took a deep breath. "Because I... I just... I can't visit you anymore."

He frowned. "Why?"

"I don't want to talk about it." you replied quickly. If you told him, you knew he'd sigh and explain what could happen. He would also say he doesn't love you back.

This time, Morpheus didn't press any further, but he did look upset. He stayed silent after that for several minutes. Eventually, he spoke again. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No!" you exclaimed. You shook your head, trying to get some of your thoughts together. "No, it's... it's me."

Morpheus moved closer to you. "Then why..."

"Just leave me alone," you snapped. "I told you I don't want to talk about it, and I mean it."

"But-" he started, but you cut him off.

"Dream, please, stop," you pleaded. "You've already caused enough trouble by showing up here. Just go away."

"I do not understand," he whispered. "What happened?"

"Nothing happened," you muttered. "And I can't let anything to happen, I can't control... just leave me alone."

Morpheus seemed truly confused now. He didn't seem angry, though, and he didn't argue. He just continued to stare at you, his expression unreadable. "You are one of the first humans I consider a friend. I need to know-"

Next thing you didn't even think about doing. Your feelings just rushed forward, spilling over and you grabbed his coat and tugged him close and pressed your lips against his.

Morpheus froze, just as you had expected and you pulled back before he had a chance to, breaking off the kiss. You stared into his eyes, panting slightly. "This is why I've been avoiding you," your voice broke mid-sentence, tears now cascading over your cheeks. "I know it's wrong, we can't be together."

"What?" Morpheus asked, bewildered.

"I love you," you admitted. It felt like the hardest sentence you ever uttered. "I can't keep it in, I just keep thinking about how I want to wake up with you, and I dream about you all the time, and I hate myself for feeling this way. I ruined our friendship the moment I developed those feelings for you, and I'm sorry, but I can't stop loving you, and I can't bear to see your disappointment in me."

Morpheus stared at you for a long moment, watching you sniffling in front of him, before you felt a hand sliding down your cheek and wiping away your tears. "Where did you hear we could not be together?" he asked, gently.

"I... I found it in a book. You had fallen in love with a woman named Nada and the Sun punished her for it."

Morpheus was quiet as he thought about that. "It is true," he then said. "But rules have changed since then. You are not allowed to rule The Dreaming with me or marry me until you are dead, but I am allowed to love you."

His words echoed in your head for a moment before you registered them, and looked up at him. "What?"

"I have loved you ever since we first met," he explained. "I cannot help it. I will never stop. Even if you stop talking to me, even if you stop visiting me, I will always love you. I needed to know if I can fix our friendship, but I did not know you feel the same way about me, and that is why you stopped visiting me."

You blinked at him, almost thinking this was a dream... or at least a daydream. But it felt too real to be one - and in dreams, you knew Morpheus would be controlling what he'd say."

"So you love me?" you asked hesitantly.

Morpheus nodded. "Yes. Yes, I do love you."

You stared at him for a few moments longer, unsure what to say, before you felt your lips growing into a wide smile. "Well, I love you too," you said, pressing another kiss on his lips, and this time, he returned it.

And on that moment, you knew it - this was going to work. Even though it was a risk to love him, you were willing to take it - because you believed he deserved your love more than anyone else in the world.

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[thoughtsfromlayla]

"Lover Dove" Dream of the Endless Drabble

Summary: Cuddling with Dream

Notes: ~350 words. This came to me in a dream... I'm touch starved y'all

Warnings: None, pure fluff

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“Stop, that tickles,” You murmur into his skin. Sleep rests heavily on your eyes, but knowing that you are dreaming doesn’t take much. 

"Forgive me, dove," He apologizes using his favorite pet name for you. The skin under you deflates as he sighs but stops tracing his fingers across your shoulders. You fall back asleep against his chest's rhythmic rise and fall. You're sure Dream doesn’t need to breathe, but the idea that he does so for your comfort makes you smile. 

The waking world has not been kind to you, so the serenity of simply sharing a bed with Morpheus, skin-to-skin, is well deserved. He is warm and cool all the same, you don’t need to have a blanket over you to warm you up, he does it simply by being close. Yet his skin is marble smooth and cooling when you lay your head on his chest. 

He shifts underneath you and you let out a sound of dissatisfaction.

“Nooo,” You whine out, stubbornly keeping your eyes closed and holding to his torso harder. 

“I know, but you have to wake up soon. The sun is rising.” He says against your hair. 

“Must I?” You rebuttal weakly. 

Morpheus doesn’t entertain you with an answer for a while, simply basking in the energies of each other.

“You must face the day ahead. Even if you do not want to, but I will be here, waiting for you to come.”

Your eyes open slowly to see him already looking at you. He props himself on his elbow and brushes the hair away from your face. 

“I will be here, waiting for you,” He promises again. 

His hands brush against your chest, near your lower ribs and a tingling sensation follows. You turn to the standing mirror in his chambers and look at yourself. Two new markings decorated your skin each one on each part under your chest.

“Dove” one read and the other one “Lover”

“Morpheus,” You breathe out as you run your fingers over the markings. 

He comes up behind you, placing a kiss on your shoulder.

“Good morning, my love. This dream is over.” 

[hopelessrromantix]

Okay, but sandman is SO GOOD. Maybe the reader being good friends with Morpheus and getting secret admirer notes delivered by ravens? And obviously Morpheus has Absolutely no idea who might be writing these letters to his friend. No, the ravens look nothing like *his* ravens. He has no idea what you are talking about.

I AGREE anyway more sandman reqs pls

(reader is personification of Love)

If you didn’t know Dream of the Endless as well as you did, you would’ve been insulted.

Sending love notes?

To Love?

Usually notes to you were full of empty promises and false feelings. But did he truly think sending a love note would give him any sort of anonymity? You could practically feel the love soaking the page the second the paper touched your hand. And though the letters were only signed “One Who Loves You” you weren’t as oblivious as Dream seemed to think.

In the beautiful, intricate realm that you ruled over, full of your beloved roses and the array of other lovely flowers, a jet black raven stood out. Especially when the people of your realm knew their ruler was friends with an Endless known for his ravens. Plus, they loved gossiping about you and Morpheus.

Echoing footsteps brought your attention down the steps of your throne to the entryway.

“Eros. What news?” You questioned, recognizing the man at the door.

He was one of your most trustworthy cupids and he'd been working with you ever since you created him. He was shorter than you, but obviously very physically strong.

“Ah, well…” He trailed off a bit before he was interrupted by a caw, a pair of black wings entering your throne room. “... he sent another, your majesty.”

“I can see that,” You hummed. You held out your arm, silently giving permission for the bird to land on you and hand over the letter in its mouth. “I take it I still don’t get to know who these are from?” You asked, your tone light.

“Nope. Sorry, uh, your highness.”

You laughed at the bird (it hadn’t even told you it’s name). “Princes are ‘highness’, you mean ‘your majesty’.” You joked, smirking at the alarm that flashed through its eyes.

“Right. Knew that. Sorry, your majesty.”

“Love works just fine, my dear.” You waved off his apology, letting him fly off.

“You’re still playing along, my lord?” Eros questioned, a wide smirk on his freckled face.

You chuckled. “It’s sweet, don’t you think?” You unraveled the tied letter, your eyes scanning the scrawled text. “‘Your features steal the breath from my body and your words the heart from my chest.’ I don’t think even I could write better.” You smiled. Morpheus was not a man you imagined would pour his heart out like this, but in fairness, maybe he really did think you didn’t know.

You could hear Eros mumbling under his breath. “You only think so because you love him… your grace.”

You sighed. Love could drive people mad, you were very good at it. But when you were the one in love, it didn’t seem quite so mad.

“You dislike him?”

“I dislike his pathetic idea that Love themself is not capable of knowing who sends ravens to their doorstep.” You raised a brow at him. “Your eminence.”

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t care about the title, Eros.” You huffed, smiling at your second in command. “He’s not pathetic, he’s in love. Love makes everyone just a bit dizzy, hm?”

“You mean love makes everyone pathetic?”

“Love only makes you pathetic if you ignore it. So how about I give Morpheus a push.”

"Dream Lord." You greeted, nodding as he entered one of the many rooms in your Haven.

"Love."

You smirked at the formality.

You laid back against the rather dramatic chaise you owned, the blood red color complimenting the robes you wore.

He took a seat on one of the chairs by your legs, the deep color contrasting his pale skin. He looked beautiful.

You swung your legs around, leaning toward him on the seat. "You know, you are my closest friend, Morpheus." You began, dropping the titles.

"A position I hold with pride, Y/n."

He was always charming for a man so cold.

“As such I must confess to you, I’ve been receiving love letters as of late.” You watched him tense slightly, a movement you doubted anyone else would be able to catch.

Your finger met his thigh, tracing whatever patterns came to mind. “Don’t you always?” He questioned.

“These ones are special.” You smirked, your eyes glimmering as you felt the familiar feeling of love in the air. “They’re beautiful. Written by someone who’s fallen in love with me.”

He smirked to himself, “Doesn’t everyone who writes you say the same things?”

You nodded and sighed, letting your cheek rest on his thigh, internally smiling at the way he instantly froze. “They’re never truly in love with me. Just the concept of Love itself. But these letters, whoever writes them truly loves me.”

“And what do you think of them?” His attempt to question you, clearly struggling on where to put one of his hands. You helped him out eventually, grabbing it and holding it in your own.

“I think they’ve insulted me greatly.”

“Insulted you?”

You didn’t miss the worried look in his eye. You could feel how fast his heart beat, how the love persisted, but fear tainted it.

“Yes,” You sighed, allowing the panic to seep in a second longer. Perhaps you were a bit petty that Morpheus didn’t think you were strong enough to sense when someone was in love with you. You were Love itself, after all. Plus, not many deities were known for their talking ravens.

“And how have they managed this?” He questioned, his voice quieter than before.

“For some reason, they have assumed that I, Love themself, cannot sense when someone loves me.”

“I see.” He opened his mouth to say more but you stood up from the chair, now standing over the man before you.

You brought a hand up to his chin, fingers tilting his head up to look at you. You felt the rush of love in the room, love he had attempted not to show. “Only the overconfident or the hopelessly romantic send letters to Love,” you explained. “Tell me, Dream of the Endless, which are you?”

“Me?” He questioned. Perhaps he was too shocked by your question, but you wondered if he really didn’t think you knew.

“Did you think a raven flying through my palace wouldn't start up rumors? Besides, even now I can feel your love pulsing beneath your skin.” His eyes left yours, feeling less confident under your gaze. “You really thought I wouldn’t recognize someone in love?”

"I meant no offense," he nervously clarified. You chuckled at his tone, far less commanding than you usually saw from the Dream King.

"I know you didn't, Morpheus." You reassured, smiling down at him. "If I loved you any less I might have been upset."

You watched as your statement set in, his demeanor softening. The relief in his soul was palpable.

You gripped his chin softly, still tilting his head up to face you. His skin was warm against your fingers, the love he held for you burning just beneath the surface.

"You return my feelings?"

"‘Your features steal the breath from my body and your words the heart from my chest'." You smiled softly, watching him melt into your hand. "That is what your most recent letter said, correct?"

He only nodded, too caught between how softly you held him and how lovingly you looked down at him.

"Will you kiss me?"

"Only if you let me love you."

"I'd be a fool if I didn't."

[saraicus]

Red Bow | Morpheus x F! Reader

Warning: None

Notes: Merry [early] Christmas! Ps. I will write the finale of, “So, Mote It Be,” soon! 

If you'd like to be a part of “The Sandman” tag list, just ask me! Requests are open.

Word count: 2.1k

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“What are you doing?” asked Morpheus while peeking over your shoulder by his bed, “Is that a wrapped box?” You looked over at him and squealed, immediately; you covered the box with a pillow and looked at him. “Uh…” you stammered, “W-What are you doing?” You turned around to cover the box with your hands and body while Morpheus looked at you with his head tilted and his eyebrows raised. “I asked you first,” Morpheus said as he tried to look at the box again. You kept moving around to cover the box and replied, “The last thing I want to do is answer first.” Snatching the box from under the pillow, you shoved your way out of his chambers and into another room. Morpheus saw you run away and furrowed his eyebrows. He looked at his bed to see a red bow laying there with a pair of scissors and leftover colorful paper. “A red bow?” Morpheus whispered to himself; he picked it up and walked out of his room.

As you shut the door from the room you trapped yourself in, you looked at the box to see you forgot to put on the red bow. “Damn it!” you muttered under your breath, “Morpheus probably has the red bow.” Sighing, you walked over to the desk and sat on the chair while placing the box on the table. According to your human calendar, it was Christmas and you wanted to do something special for Morpheus. You weren’t completely aware of human culture, but you knew that humans celebrated Christmas by giving gifts, and you wanted to give Morpheus a gift. Morpheus created you to be a dream that represents generosity in a human's soul, hence why you felt the need to give Morpheus a gift. You were truly living up to the reason why you were created. For the past couple of times, you traveled to the waking realm, you would secretly buy wrapping paper, tape, scissors, and bows for his Christmas gift. You already had Lucienne, Matthew, and Mervyn’s gifts done; now it was time to finish Morpheus’ gift, but he just had to ruin it. You brushed your fingers against your hair while sighing and wondering how you were going to get the bow back without Morpheus finding the gift.

Morpheus had been walking around his kingdom while looking around to see you. His right hand held the red bow, and he would occasionally glance at it. “Hey boss,” Matthew said as he flew on top of Morpheus’ right shoulder, “What are you holding?” Morpheus looked at Matthew, who was staring at his hand; he raised the bow to Matthew’s face and said, “A red bow, (Y/N) left it in my room before she ran out of there.” Matthew cawed and pecked at the bow, which made Morpheus pull it away from Matthew. “Did you scare her?” Matthew questioned to which Morpheus shook his head no. “She had a wrapped box, and I asked her what she was doing,” Morpheus explained, “She got scared and ran away with the box. I don’t even know why she has the box in the first place.” Matthew listened and then hummed while trying to think of an answer. He was aware of your fixation on human culture and knew you kept a calendar from the waking realm. Matthew flew into your room one time and saw a big red circle on the December 25th date, and asked about it. You explained it was a holiday where people gave gifts to those they liked, remembering that Matthew said, “It’s Christmas, a holiday where people give gifts and celebrate!” Morpheus looked at Matthew with narrowed eyes and huffed. “Christmas?” Morpheus said in a questioning tone, “Do you think she’s going to give me a gift?” Matthew nodded and ruffled his feathers. Matthew knew you liked Morpheus, so maybe the Christmas gift was a way to confess to him, at least that’s what he thought.

“No doubt in my mind,” Matthew responded, “You should give her one too; she’s been working hard these last couple of weeks.” Morpheus hummed and thought to himself, ‘What can I give her?�� Matthew continued to look at Morpheus, who kept wondering what to give you. “How about I helped you pick out a gift for her?” Matthew asked, “I can help you wrap it up too.” Morpheus looked at Matthew and nodded. Matthew flew in front of Morpheus and told him to follow him as he flew out of the kingdom. Morpheus hoped it was a good idea and that Matthew knew what he was doing.

Meanwhile, you finally got the courage to leave the room to find the bow. You kept the box under the bed and slowly walked out of the room. Looking to your left and right, you carefully walked to Morpheus’ room. “Okay, this should be easy,” you said to yourself, “Get the bow, run out, slap it on the box, and give it to him. Easy.” His room finally came to view, and you directly rushed to the door to open it. When you entered the room, you walked over to the bed to see the red bow was missing. You gasped and then sighed, “Damn it, Morpheus! You probably got the bow.” You rubbed your face in frustration while groaning. This was not how you expected Christmas to be like this year. You began to walk around his room and look for the bow; you checked under his bed, the pillows, his drawers, and his desk to find nothing. Tapping your foot, you threw your hands up and said, “Alright, you get your gift without the bow then.” Grumbling, you opened his door and looked to your right to see Morpheus and Matthew walking; your eyes widened and quickly you walked away. Crossing your fingers they didn’t see you since they were talking to each other.  

“I’m surprised we were able to find wrapping paper,” Matthew admitted when Morpheus showed him the wrapping paper in his hand, “I didn’t know we had a store that sells human stuff.” Morpheus hummed in agreement and held a small box in his hand, “I hope she likes this gift.” Matthew cawed and said, “I know she will!” Morpheus opened his door to enter his room and placed the products on his bed. Matthew sat on Morpheus’ bed and began to instruct Morpheus on how to wrap your gift. “You have to cut the paper,” Matthew said while looking at Morpheus, he saw you wrap a gift once so he knew what he was doing, or at least he thought, “Morpheus, no…Wait, that’s too short…That’s the wrong side! The tape goes here, not there! Do you not know how to use scissors?” When Morpheus was done wrapping your gift, it was wrapped with wrapping paper that had tears, lopsided cuts, awkward pieces of paper sticking out, and lots of tape. Matthew just stared at the gift and saw Morpheus place the red bow on top of the box. “There’s more tape on that present than wrapping paper,” Matthew said in a monotone voice as he continued to stare at the gift. Morpheus’ lips tightened as he looked at the gift and picked it up; it wasn’t his best work, but it was something. “It’s the thought that counts, I think,” Matthew said to reassure Morpheus who kept staring at the gift. 

“Thank you, Matthew.” 

You decided it was time to stop hiding from Morpheus and give him the gift without the bow. While it ruined your ideal Christmas gift, it was childish of you to never give it to him just because there was no bow on it. So, picking up the gift, you marched out of the room to look for Morpheus. Unbeknownst to you, Morpheus was looking for you too. After countless circling around the kingdom, you nearly gave up until you looked outside the window. You ended up going outside to the gardens to see Morpheus standing with Matthew; they were both talking to each other until Matthew cawed and Morpheus turned around. Your face began to feel hot as Morpheus locked eyes with you; then you looked down and saw that he had something behind his back. You decided to ignore it and walked over to him, a couple of inches away from him. Matthew flew on top of the garden bench as you gathered up the courage to talk to Morpheus. “You see, Morpheus,” you said while fumbling with the box, “I was wrapping a gift for you…It’s a human tradition to give gifts to people…So, I wish you a Merry Christmas!” Morpheus looked at the box and you saw him smile. Then you heard a caw from Matthew, Morpheus’ eyes lit up and he showed what was behind his back. A poorly wrapped gift, but you held in your laughter.

“Matthew told me about the Christmas tradition,” Morpheus stated while holding the gift in front of you, “Merry Christmas as well, (Y/N).” You smiled at the gift, and together you exchanged the boxes. Morpheus saw the comparison of your gift wrapping and his, and he cringed internally. “Sorry for the poorly wrapped gift. Matthew tried to help me,” Morpheus said while rubbing the back of his head. You laughed and looked at Morpheus with twinkling eyes, “No worries. You’re either terrible at wrapping presents, or you’re one of Santa’s elves. There’s no in-between.” Morpheus’ eyebrows were raised and he whispered Santa in a questioning tone. Then you realize Morpheus doesn’t know who Santa is, so you explain, “Santa is an embodiment of Christmas; he gives gifts around the world, and he has elves help him wrap gifts and make them.” Morpheus said a soft oh and nodded to your explanation.

You held your breath when you saw Morpheus opening the boxed gift, his face was unreadable until he picked up his gift. It was a small painting of him with you, and Matthew in front of the kingdom smiling. Morpheus smiled and said, “This is a beautiful painting, I shall hang it in my room.” You beamed at him and looked away, “It was the same day when you and I worked together for someone’s dream. You could tell from the pouch I was holding in the painting.” Morpheus looked at the painting again and nodded after he saw you holding a pouch. It was a day when Morpheus taught you how to handle a dream and enter one since you were brand new, and it was a fun day for you. A moment to remember. Then it was time for you to open up the gift, he gave you. 

With ease, you opened the gift to see a small jewelry box. When you opened it, you saw a moonstone bracelet inside; you gasped in awe and took it out of the box. The sunlight was shining on the moonstone and it let out a soft shine. You immediately put it around your wrist and you smiled at Morpheus, who was also smiling. “I hope you like it,” Morpheus said while looking at your bracelet. You laughed and rushed to hug him tightly. “I love it, Morpheus!” you said while staring into his eyes. Due to the closeness, it was slowly becoming a tender moment. You locked eyes with each other, and then you saw Matthew flying on top of you. He was holding a mistletoe. You began to laugh as Morpheus looked up in confusion. “Matthew is holding a mistletoe, according to Christmas; you have to kiss someone who’s underneath the mistletoe with you,” you explained while wrapping your arms around Morpheus’ neck and his hands wrapped around your waist. Morpheus smiled at you and whispered, “May I kiss you?” You nodded and slowly you closed the gap between you two. It was a tender kiss, with his soft lips leaving an everlasting impression on you. The rhythm was slow with your hands brushing against his neck, and his hands getting tighter around your waist. 

Morpheus broke the kiss and looked into your eyes. You smiled at the kiss and placed your head against his forehead. Your eyes were closed to embrace this moment forever and to make sure it never ended. “Merry Christmas, (Y/N),” Morpheus said again as his hands continued to be wrapped around your waist. “Merry Christmas, Morpheus,” you replied as your hands intertwined with his hair. Matthew flew on top of Morpheus’ shoulder and said, “Merry Christmas, guys.” You looked at Matthew and smiled at him. It was a holiday to remember.

[writethrough]

The Sandman Collection

The Collections

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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.

The Diviner (Morpheus x Prophetess!Reader)

BONUS CONTENT

Valentine's Day Date

[roguelov]

Green-Eyed Monster

Summary: While Morpheus takes care of the Dreaming, you find yourself enjoying a past time of yours: finding and cuddling cats of the Dreaming. It was a fun and innocent game. Or it was. One day, Morpheus spots you with a cat in your lap and strangely becomes jealous. So, how will he solve this? By becoming a cat himself, of course.

Word Count: ~2.6k

Reader: Gender Neutral (not explicit)

Warning: Some minor jealousy, mostly fluff, light teasing and suggestive hints in the end

Requested by the amazing @dreamstatednightmare

Morpheus - the sole provider of the Dreaming and all of its residents - was obviously a busy man. His attention constantly pulled in every direction from ensuring dreams and nightmares were doing their duties, to aiding whoever asked, and to keeping the Dreaming afloat and in perfect order. For the Dreaming was a cog in the cosmic wheel which was of utmost importance, its effects rippled out to all realms.

You understood this greatly, Morpheus had responsibilities that came first, and that never bothered you. In fact, because of such reasons, whenever you visited the Dreaming you created a game for yourself. There were many wondrous, unimaginable things to see and do in the Dreaming, but strangely you noted all the mundane things. Things you could easily see in the Waking, things such as the occasional house cat trotting around the palace.

Did Morpheus have an affinity for cats? Or did cats have an affinity for Dream of the Endless?

You supposed it didn’t matter.

When Morpheus had business to attend to, you would go ‘hunt’ for cats. You would stroll throughout the palace, and its grounds - sometimes even venturing into Fiddler’s Green - to find a cat. To your surprise, it was quite easy. In minutes, you would find yourself tucked under a tree, or on a bench, with a cat in your lap and possibly another walking around. You would sit for what seemed to be hours mindlessly petting it, listening to its calming purring, or coo at the furry stray. You would even tell stories to them, be it fictional or from your own life.

You enjoyed this little game of yours.

So, when you visited the Dreaming tonight, you found yourself in a portion of the palace's lustrous gardens - the rose garden. The rose bushes stretched tall and wide as a thick wall, forming an extravagant labyrinth to get lost in. Roses of all colors bloomed from a pure innocent white to a dark red dripping with a passion. Yet, you sat on the outer edges under a tree; the tree had iridescent green leaves and glass like flowers hidden in the foliage. The sunlight always shined above, sending prisms of splintering rainbows all over. But, despite such beauties, you were here for a simpler reason. You smiled as you spotted a shadow again up ahead in the rose bushes. A distinct shadow you came to know well - a feline shadow.

You gently called out, “Come on out, I promise I won’t hurt you.”

Pale green eyes - almost yellow in the sunlight - peered out from behind the leaves. Its eyes nearly blended into the mess of various greens.

You smiled kindly, extending out your hand towards it.

A reddish brown nose poked out.

Back in the palace, specifically in the royal library, Morpheus rose from a chair away from the long thin table. “If there is nothing else, Lucienne, I would like to take my leave for the day,” he said.

Lucienne closed her journal, which now had a completed checklist written inside, and looked up at her lord. “Everything has been accounted for and addressed, sire.”

“Good. I will be leaving, but if anything arises do call.”

“Of course, my lord.” She nodded and began tidying up all the documents scattered over the table top. With new dreams and nightmares being created, space for them was now needed. The Dreaming was under minor maintenance and readjustments.

Morpheus scanned over the documents and blueprints, feeling satisfied with the solutions. His eyes flickered to Lucienne as she piled up the papers. “And do rest, Lucienne, you deserve it.”

Lucienne blinked then smiled softly. “I will, thank you.”

Morphues nodded, then strolled out of the library. The second the door clicked behind him, his thoughts instantly went to you. Where could you have run off to this time? He wished he could offer more of his time to you. His heart ached, knowing you were alone. You swore it never bothered you. However, it bothered him. Immensely. Surely, the Dreaming would take care of you; you could find entertainment anywhere and never grow bored.

But.

But, he wanted to be there. He wanted to show you wonders. In the end, however, he could not divide his attention so easily.

He sighed to himself, walking out to the grounds of the palace. You said you wouldn’t stray too far.

“Oh, look how lovely you are.”

Morpheus’s footsteps faltered. He twisted around to locate your voice. Under one of the trees bathed in rainbows, there you were. You sat cross-legged on the soft patch of grass with your back pressed against the trunk of the tree.

He moved to call out to you, almost believing you were speaking to him, when a cat - a brown tabby cat - slowly walked towards you.

You cooed as the cat reached you and you began scratching behind her ears.

Morpheus oddly felt himself deflate.

The cat purred, leaning into your touch. Smiling, you whispered praises. You ran a finger over the dark stripes, softly tracing over the somewhat misshapen ‘M’ on her forehead. The cat closed her eyes, tilting her head back loving every second.

You chuckled. “Do you like that?”

At the sound of your laughter, such a sweet sound, a dark cloud began to form over the King of Dreams’ head.

You scratched the tabby’s cream colored chin, and your smile widened as her purring grew louder. The cat pushed her head into your hand, grateful for every ounce of affection you were giving. When her pale green eyes opened, she seemed as if she was smiling up at you. Her eyes twinkled. Then, without warning, she hopped into your lap, curling into a ball.

“God, you are adorable,” you whispered, giddily.

She rolled onto her back, peering up at you. You wiggled your fingers in front of her face and she meowed and batted at them. You laughed, loud and wholeheartedly.

Morpheus’s jaw clenched.

Why? Why did anger worm into his heart over such a small insignificant creature?

His eyes locked onto you. You peered down at the feline. Your fingers carefully caressed over her head and down her back. So delicate, so loving. A sickly green clouded his vision. He craved your attention after such a grueling day, and to see a cat be the prize of such affection? Jealousy and disgust filled him. How dare this creature tread on what was his?

He did not think twice.

He stepped forward.

His mortal figure withered away into a cloud of glimmering yellow sand. Each drop quietly scattered across the ground, like hushed bells. As the cloud shrunk, a black long hair cat strolled out. His gaze landed on you, or more accurately the stray in your lap. With his head held high, he walked over while his tail flickered side to side.

The tabby cat perked up her head, noticing Morphues first.

Morpheus, with his unnaturally bright blue eyes, locked eyes with the cat. Disgust and hatred written plainly in his eyes. The cat pinned her ears back and swiftly leapt out of your lap, sprinting off back into the rose bushes.

“Well, what got into her?” You asked, confused.

You glanced over to where the cat was looking earlier, before her grand escape, only to spot a new cat. The gorgeous all black cat had a regal air about him as he approached you. You shrugged off the other cat’s peculiar behavior. Smiling at the black cat, you stretched out your hand in a welcoming gesture. “Hello there, little one.”

The cat sniffed your hand only once before pushing his head into your hand. Your smile widened. He seemed to like you more than any other cat you met. The cat purred and instantly jumped into your lap.

You laughed. “Okay, make yourself at home.”

The cat looked up at you with such beautiful blue - and somehow familiar - eyes. You started scratching the top of his head, and he sunk down into your lap. His tail happily swished back and forth.

Morpheus could not deny how heavenly this all felt.

“You are truly a beautiful cat,” you hummed. “And so soft too.”

Your fingers carded through his fluffy, cotton candy like fur. You wanted to bury your face in his fur. Oh, it was so warm too, like a gentle hug, soothing and welcoming. Another sense of familiarity tickled in the back of your mind. The texture, to some extent, but the color reminded you of -

It clicked.

You huffed through your nose, amused. You continued to scratch behind his ears. He snuggled deeper into your lap, purring constantly and nonstop.

“I know it’s you, love,” you whispered. The cat jerked his head up, staring up at you with those endless oceanic eyes. You ran a finger from his nose over his forehead. You bent down kissing the top of his head, over the smoothed out fur. “So, now I am left wondering why you have taken the form of a cat? Care to explain, Morpheus.”

Morpheus stared, silently. Does he dare say the reasoning? Does he keep up the charade?

You scratched under his chin. He immediately closed his eyes, and began purring once again.

You snickered. “Is that why you are like this? To be scratched? To be pampered?”

Morpheus’s eyes shot open. He huffed, partially annoyed; be it at you for the accuracy of your questions or himself for acting this way, he did not know why.

“Or to be cooed at?” You teased. “My sweet, adorable Morpheus.”

Morpheus turned his head, holding it up high. Now, that was ridiculous.

“Oh come on, you came to me like this.” Your hand ran down his back through his midnight fur. “You clearly wanted this.”

Morpheus peered out of the corner of his eye to you.

A smile graced your lips. Brilliant and beautiful.

His heart skipped.

Maybe, this was enough. The charade was clearly over.

He leapt out of your lap. In mid air, a tornado of shadows and golden sand swirled tightly around Morpheus’s tiny feline figure. It grew bigger and wider in the air. In a span of a few seconds, black boots landed firmly on the ground. The sand wisped away twinkling like distant stars, and Morpheus stood above you back in his mortal form.

“Aw, did you have enough already?” You tossed him a cheeky smile.

Morpheus rolled his eyes as he tried to hide an amused smile. Despite your teasing, he could not help but smile when you smiled. Even if the reasoning was at his own expense.

“So?” You hummed.

Morpheus raised an eyebrow.

“Care you explain why you greeted me as a cat?”

Morpheus’s lips thinned. Apparently, anger was still heavy on his chest. Anger and embarrassment. He glanced away, avoiding your gaze. He looked to where the other cat scampered off, luckily she had not shown her face again. He was thankful for that.

You stared at him, silently dissecting him. Morpheus was always one to close himself off to negative, unsavory emotions. Yet, despite his efforts, you could read him fairly well. Your eyes followed his gaze towards the rose bushes, to the exact spot the tabby cat darted into.

“Was it the cat?” You asked, starting to pull at the thread.

Morpheus tensed. He slowly turned his attention back to you. His silence was your answer.

You snorted. “Morpheus, were you jealous of a cat?”

“No,” he quickly answered. Far too quickly, it only confirmed your suspicions.

You laughed. Standing up, you leaned in towards Morpheus. “You were jealous of a measly little cat.”

Morpheus huffed.

“Now, why would you be jealous? It is only a cat, Morpheus.”

“A cat which has garnered all of your affection.” He fired back.

You blinked then shook your head, still smiling. “It is a cat, it has not ‘garnered all of my affection’.”

Morpheus grumbled. “Then why shower it with any affection at all? Why not seek out my company instead?”

Your smile softened. Here is the true problem. You reached up with one hand and cupped his face. “Because, you are busy and I do not want to disturb you.”

He placed his hand on top of yours. “I know, but I wish you would. You do not have to be out here finding entertainment in strays.”

“But, I like it.”

He frowned.

“It is just a game, Morpheus. An innocent game of finding cats while I wait for you.” You stroked his cheek with your thumb. “It’s honestly relaxing and a bit fun, you should join me sometime.”

Morpheus frown deepened. That was possibly the last thing he wished to do.

“Oh, don’t be like that. A few cats cannot steal my heart, okay? And you know why?”

Morpheus stared. You silently prompted him to ask, to play along. He shook his head, but his lips slowly tugged back into a smile. “Why?”

“Because you already have it.”

He blinked. Your eyes shone with adoration, such beautiful eyes. He sighed, leaning into your touch. What a fool I am, he thought. His hand curled around your wrist, wishing to stay like this. “Apologies, love,” he muttered, “it seems I have let my emotions get the best of me.”

Not the first time, you jokingly thought. “It’s okay.”

He turned his head, kissing the inside of your wrist. “I think I may have a solution for our limited time apart.”

“Oh?”

“Would it be inappropriate to ask you to join me occasionally while I work? It could also provide an opportunity to show you all of the Dreaming.”

You smiled. “I would be honored.”

He returned the smile. “I hope you do not grow bored during such frivolous tasks.”

“I don’t think I will, and maybe I can help you. It could speed up the process.”

“Perhaps.”

With your free hand, you brushed back strands of his messy raven hair. “I just want you to know if you want my attention,” you leaned in pecking his lips, “just ask for it.”

Morpheus’s hands skimmed down your body, wrapping around you. “Is that so?” He whispered, playfully.

“It is.” You smirked, “You don’t have to go through crazy shenanigans like turning into a cat.”

He laughed once. “I suppose not.”

“But,” you began. Morpheus cocked his head curiously. Your arms fell over his shoulders as your fingers started to play with the edges of his hair. Your smirk grew, and your eyes twinkled with mischief. “But, you may not get any work done with me around.”

“Oh, really?” He leaned in, matching your smirk.

You hummed. “I may want all your attention to myself, I may become a distraction.”

Morpheus’s lips brushed over yours. “A welcoming distraction if ever.”

You chuckled. “How about we take this elsewhere? Maybe inside before another cat comes prancing in to ‘garner’ my affection.”

Morpheus had to suppress a groan. “I will not love this down, will I?”

“No, you will not. You were quite cute as a cat.” You kissed him - fleeting, but oh so loving. “But not as cute as you are now.”

He shook his head, but still smiled.

You took his hands, guiding him towards the palace. “If you want my affection, then let me show you how much you mean to me, my sweet king.”

Smiling, he tugged you back towards him, pressing you firmly up against him. His lips brushed over the shell of your ear. “Only if I get to return the favor, my love.”

You laughed as Morpheus quickly took the lead. He nearly rushed back inside, now knowing he will have your fullest attention - the thing he always craves.

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just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me

Chapter II of Dream a Little Dream of Me

Summary: You find yourself once more at the same strange town. This time, however, you end up wandering a bit further than you’ve ever been before, somewhere you shouldn’t be. But maybe you might meet just find the answers to all your questions. If you know who to ask.

Pairing: Morpheus | Dream of the Endless x Reader

Word count: 2,1k

Warnings: none

Notes: Thank you for anyone who’s read the first part! I hope you enjoy this part and the next ones to come! I hope to keep this up, I have ideas for two more chapters, and hope you enjoy them.

Reader's gender not specified

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It kept on happening. Every. Single. Night.

Every night you dreamt about the small town on the riverside, almost always bathed in moonlight. The stone pavement was always the same, the small houses never changing. The lovely lady at the café near the church still waved at you, smiling brightly. The old man at the bar would always wink every time you passed by. If you hadn’t been paying attention you wouldn’t have even noticed anything out of the ordinary. But something had changed.

Every night, when you fell asleep, you’d see him. Somewhere in the town, sometimes inside the church, sometimes rounding a corner, but always there. You tried talking to him, seeking answers to where you were, what you were doing here and what he wanted with you. Whenever he would notice you trying, though, he would turn on his heel, crossing the street or entering a house. Following him proved to be futile, seeing as he would simply disappear into thin air as soon as he left your eyesight. It was getting on your nerves, frustration seeping from your very being every morning when you woke up.

Tonight was just like every other.

As soon as you succumbed to sleep, your eyes fluttered open and you were met with the sight of the same stars you’d been seeing for weeks now. The midnight sky seemed even more blue today, only small hues of darkness surrounding the white-yellowish glow of the stars. It seemed poetic, in your opinion, how the darkness seemed to linger, just waiting for the moment the light would falter for just a second, a fliker, to engulf the entire world in Despair.

A chuckle from behind you pulled you out of your racing thoughts. The very same man who plagued your dreams was staring right at you, a cheeky grin pulling at his lips.

“Hey,” you whispered, almost breathlessly “it’s you.”

Had you not been paying close attention, enthralled by the man who appeared to be haunting your subconscious, you would have missed the smallest of nods he sent your way, his eyes closing as his chin tipped towards his chest. You blinked and he was back to staring intently at you, as if waiting for you to play your next move.

You were scared. Not as much as when you had faced the ominous castle that other night, but scared nonetheless. You weren’t scared of him per se, but this was the first time he had so much as looked you in the eye for longer than two seconds, much less interacted with you. You were afraid of doing the wrong thing, saying the wrong words, and sending him fleeing in the other direction.

From up close, you realized, he was very pretty. It wasn’t his appearance in itself that made him as beautiful as he was, more in the way he carried himself: high and mighty, with a tinge of cockiness that was just a tumble away from arrogance, but all the while never displaying anything less than pure elegance.

Intimidated by his commanding presence, you settled in asking the only thing that crossed your mind.

“Who are you?”

That seemed to be the wrong thing to say, as his entire demeanor deflated. His face fell, his beautiful almost-smile disappearing, as he turned on his heel and started walking away.

“W-wait!” you started walking after him “I’m sorry, please come back!”

He walked quickly, his long trench coat flailing behind him.

No. Not again. You weren’t going to lose him again. Even if you had to run until your lungs were on fire and your legs gave out from under you, you weren’t letting this man out of your sight.

You followed after him. Everytime he turned, swiftly crossing the street, or hid behind a building, you were right behind him, hot on his heels. You couldn't miss him, you couldn't let him get away. You had so many questions, and this mysterious man might possibly be the only one in town able to give you the answers you so desperately seeked.

Sensing you were still close to him he picked up his pace, almost jogging. You followed his lead and started walking faster as well. The faster you went the faster he did, trying to avoid you at all costs. But you weren't giving up so easily. You ran. The stony pavement wasn't the best setting to run, especially since dreamland decided to have you wear sandals tonight, but you didn't give up. You were almost reaching him, almost. If you just stretched your arm out far enough in front of you, you could grab the back of his overcoat.

All of a sudden he turned on his heel, startling you half to death as he turned to walk in your direction. Given how close you had been standing behind him, you had no time to move out of the way, making him collide into you. And then the inevitable happened. The force of his shoulder hitting you square in the chest shoved you to the ground, breath hitching as air escaped from your lungs the moment your back hit the pavement.

You blinked, trying to regain your breath and shake the confusion of such an impact out of you. Sitting up, you scanned your surroundings, looking for the man when realization hit you.

"Son of a..." you mumbled, running a hand over your face. The sneaky bastard purposely tripped you so he could get out of your sight and vanish.

Out of all the reactions you believed that might get out of you, bursting out laughing wasn't one of them. Tears gathered in the corner of your eyes as you tried to regain your composure, your stomach aching from the force of your laughter. As it subsided, you stood up, dusting yourself off as you looked around, attempting to locate yourself in town.

There were some houses lining up on each side of the street. It looked like all of the streets you had wandered through before. What caught your eye, though, was the large building right at the center of the block on one side of the road. It was large, its walls painted a faded white color, chirping at the corners, the windowsills collecting dust. It looked... inviting. It looked oddly familiar, but you couldn't for the life of you pinpoint where you remembered the structure from.

Forgetting all about the man you decided to head inside. What was the danger, anyway? Pushing the large wooden doors, you internally cringed at the loud clanging coming from its hinges. The interior was dimly lit, illuminated mainly by the light streaming in from the windows and a few candles scattered around. There were shelves pilled with books, dozens of rows of them. That's why you thought the building was familiar! It was a library! The first thing that had jumped to mind when you had first laid eyes on the exterior of the building was the front of the old public library back in your hometown.

Walking among the rows of shelves you scanned the spines of countless books. Some looked old and tattered, as if time and their owners hadn't been so kind to them. Others looked impeccable, almost shiny from how new they were. You recognized some of the titles and authors, Tolkien and García Marquez, Steinback and Graciliano Ramos, Ali Hazelwood and Murakami, Machado de Assis and Michael Crichton... one book in particular caught your eyes and you froze. Every muscle in your body locked in place and refused to so much as twitch, your knees almost buckling. It was your name. There was a book with your name in it.

Almost like it was moving on its own, your body seemed to wake up, reaching forward to grasp the book and carefully pull it out of the bookshelf. The cover was simple, not too many details surrounding the title and there, written in shiny letters, was your name.

"What...?" you whispered, running a tentative finger over the writing.

"You shouldn't be here, you know." a voice sounded from behind you. Startled, you let out a yelp. You'd have dropped the book had you not been holding onto it with an iron grip already.

Turning around you were met with a beautiful woman, head shaved and kind eyes behind a pair of round glasses.

"I-I'm sorry..." you said, slightly embarrassed at having been caught snooping around "It's just- this is me."

You opened the book despite the woman's protests and read the first page. It was the same few paragraphs that had been sitting in a Word Document on your laptop for months. Every time you sat down to try and write it you'd come up with nothing to follow up the beautiful words your mind had come up with during a bad case of insomnia, the blankness of the screen almost mocking you.

"I strongly suggest that you do not read the rest." the woman said, extending a hand for you to give the book back to her. With a sigh, you carefully placed it in her palms, turning to her with a confused expression.

"What is- what is that?" you asked, somewhat anxious "Did I write that?"

"Not yet." she replied, a gentle smile gracing her features "This library contains a collection of all the stories ever imagined and that ever will be imagined, having been published or not. If you're ever going to finish writing this depends only on you."

You looked around, mesmerized.

"What is this place?"

"You're in the Dreaming."

"The what?" you stared at her, confusion dripping from your tone.

"The realm of dreams. The domain of Lord Morpheus."

"Morpheus?"

She sighed, not unkindly.

"Dream of The Endless? The Sandman? King of Dreams?"

"The Sandman?" you asked in disbelief "The man who sprinkles sand into people's eyes to get them to sleep?"

"The very same."

"No way, you have to be kidding me." you smiled sarcastically, sure she was just mocking you.

"I'm afraid I'm not." she shook her head "Lord Morpheus has become... quite intrigued by you."

You tilted your head at her.

"Intrigued? What does that even mean?"

Her smile widened only a fraction as she took hold of your elbow and started gently guiding you through the library.

"Not many people can see his palace when they come here while dreaming, much less enter it. It's hidden from the mortal eye, and only dreams and nightmares can come in, apart from a few selected guests. But you... you are an exception."

You listened very carefully to her. This palace, was it the same castle you had seen a few weeks prior? Were you inside the castle right now?

"At first he thought you might be a Dream Vortex." her face turned into a grimace, and something told you that whatever a Dream Vortex was it evoked bad memories "But turns out you're just an ordinary human."

"Ouch." you said, only slightly offended.

"My apologies, that came out wrong.” she smiled “What I'm trying to say is you don't seem to pose any danger to this realm or its inhabitants. So naturally Lord Morpheus has become quite captivated by your presence."

You paused and contemplated her words. The Sandman himself was intrigued by you? What did he find so special about you anyway? And why did you keep on coming to this town?

"What does that mean for me? Why do I keep coming here?"

"That I don't know. Neither does he apparently-"

The sound of the doors opening abruptly cut her off, a new voice joining the room.

"Lucienne?" the voice was low, smooth, but seemed commanding even if you couldn't see the person it belonged to "Have you seen Gault? I thought they might be with Jed but I couldn't find them any-"

A man came to a halt at the end of the row you and the woman, whose name you guessed was Lucienne, were currently standing in. No, not a man. The man. The same man from earlier now stood before you, his light eyes wide at having been caught off guard by your presence.

"It's you." you whispered for the second time that night.

The sound of your voice, as low as you tried to keep it, seemed to spur him into action. His eyes hardened just a tiny bit, jaw set as he turned stared from you to Lucienne, who you noticed from the corner of your eye stepping in his direction like she wanted to prevent his next move, back to you.

"This dream is over."

You opened your eyes slowly, the soft beams of sunlight streaming in from where you'd forgotten to close the blinds the night before. You sat up in your bed, the sheets pooling at your waist, as you attempted to make sense of everything.

Dream. You'd just met the King of Dreams.

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Wishful Drinking

Morpheus/Dream of the Endless x GN!Reader

Summary: After Morpheus cruelly dismisses you, you decide that you'll get back at him by staying out of the Dreaming one night for as long as you can. What you don't anticipate is letting your feelings get the best of you and getting very drunk instead.

Or, drunk shenanigans galore!

Word Count: 3.5k

Author's Note: I don't know what this is, y'all. I haven't written anything in more than a month, and it was so tough to even write this, but I wanted to write SOMETHING. As always, hope you enjoyed, let me know your thoughts, and likes, comments, and reblogs make my world go round.

ALSO! Dream logic applies here, in that you're still drunk when you reach the Dreaming.

Listen.

You know that certain coping mechanisms, like, say, going out clubbing with your friends and getting crazy drunk for the first time in a long time, aren’t exactly healthy. But things have been difficult for you lately! You’ve been struggling a lot, in both your professional and personal life. These hardships are only compounded by the fact that the one person (or person-shaped being) in your life that you thought you could count on, your Morpheus, has been too busy to have time for you.

Literally. He said those exact words to you a mere three days ago, when you had found him in his personal study (a study that he almost never used) after what felt like a day spent chasing him around the Dreaming. You meant for it to come out as teasing when you took note of the fact that you hardly saw him around lately and that it felt like he was purposefully avoiding you, but he had sighed and glared at you before saying, “I have much to do, and I am far too busy to entertain you right now.”

You glowered, but, as he said, he was too busy to see it. Fine, you thought as you turned around and stalked out of his study. Leave him to his business. 

Cut to today. When your friends asked if you wanted to go out with them, you almost said no, having gotten accustomed in the past couple of months to the routine of going to bed by nine o’clock in order to maximize time spent in your lover’s realm. But then, the more you thought about it, the more you realized that you didn’t want to just continue sitting around in the Dreaming and hoping that Morphues would come out of whatever funk he was in. After all, why should you make an effort when he won’t? You’re not about to beg for his attention.

With that in mind, you texted back that you very much wanted to go out with them and proceeded to get ready for a fun night out.

The plan was to have a couple of drinks, dance for a bit, and stay out of the Dreaming just long enough to make Morpheus sweat a bit.

But then shots had been ordered.

And your friend bought you a drink because they knew you had had a tough week.

And you bought yourself two drinks.

And a group of guys bought you another round of shots, and though you all laughed at the fact that they were not getting anything out of this, you still took them because you weren’t about to turn down free alcohol.

This leads to you and your friends stumbling out of a bar at two in the morning, holding each other up as you do. Definitely not the plan, but what’s that one quote about plans and mice and men?

“What about a mouse?” your friend asks from beside you, making you realize that you said that out loud.

“Don’ worry ‘bout it,” you say.

Somehow, you make it into a Lyft (thank the gods for friends who don’t get carried away), and somehow, you make it into your home. Not without its difficulties–you dropped your keys multiple times on the walk to your front door, and there might be a you-shaped indent in the entryway wall from where you fell into it when trying to kick your shoes off. 

When you reach your bedroom, you decide that actually, the floor looks comfier than your bed does. You’re so drunk that the room feels like it’s spinning when you lay down, and you close your eyes to enjoy the ride.

“Fuck, I’m so drunk right now,” you say out loud, laughing at the sound of your slurred words.

You don’t mean to fall asleep, really. You know that you need to crawl to the bathroom to wash your face and find enough dexterity to change clothes before hopefully sobering up just enough that you can make it to the kitchen to grab painkillers and water for the inevitable killer hangover you’re going to have tomorrow. The floor is just so soft, though, and you work yourself into a trance-like state by staring up at the ceiling fan and watching it go around and around and around. On one blink, you’re staring at your ceiling.

And on the next, you’re staring at another ceiling, one that’s not really a ceiling at all, but an entire galaxy above your head.

It’s easy to get lost in the magnificent colors swirling above you (especially in your current state), and you do, until you hear someone calling your name. When you look away from the universe, you see the love of your life looking at you, though at present, he is not reciprocating the heart eyes that you are always looking at him with.

“Where have you been?” Morpheus demands.

“Morpheus, my love!” You throw your arms out and grin. “I’ve missed you.”

“Do you have any idea how worried I have been? I sent Matthew to find you hours ago when first you were late, only for him to report that he could not find you at your home.” You’re a little surprised that Matthew hadn’t managed to track you down; your little raven friend was almost scarily good at finding people/places/things.

“Aw, you’ve missed me?” It makes sense, of course; after all, you’ve missed him, so it’s only natural that he would miss you in return. Still, the sentiment makes you feel all warm and melty on the inside.

 It’s obvious to anybody who actually takes the time to know Morpheus—a tiny list of people and beings, two of whom are in the room with him right now—that he’s fighting a war between wanting to scold you and wanting to hold you and check you up and down for wounds. Morpheus crosses the room towards you, and you ready yourself for the inevitable lecture you’re about to get, about how you’re just a fragile little human and he worries every moment that you’re away from him (y’know, now that you have the clarity of a drunk person, you’re actually annoyed that this is constantly coming from the being that’s meant to be your lover).

But that’s not what happens.

Instead, you find his arms wrapped tightly around you and his face buried in your neck. He’s hugging you, not the other way around. He’s never done such a thing before, and you don’t know how to react. What you do know is that any of the residual anger you had been feeling drains out of you like water from an unstoppered bathtub. You really didn’t think that being away for—the math isn’t mathing for you currently, and you don’t actually know how long it’s been—a couple of hours would affect him this much.

“You are the one most dear to my heart,” he mutters into your ear, cognizant of the fact that you are not alone in this throne room. “Of course, I missed you.”

“Oh. When you said you were ‘too busy to entertain’ me, I just kinda assumed you wouldn’t notice I was gone.” Though you don’t mean to weaponize your words, the poison darts make contact with their target anyway, and Morpheus stiffens in your hold.

“Are you alright?” he asks instead, choosing to wait until a later time to have this particular conversation.

“Aw, dream boy” you coo, snaking a hand up to clumsily run it through his hair. “I’m okay baby, swear it! Like, absolutely, one hundred percent fine.”

Morpheus pulls away from you so that he can look you up and down to confirm that you really are okay. “You smell like a pub,” he notes. 

“How can you tell that in the Dreaming?”

He ignores your question when a realization seems to hit him. “Are you inebriated?”

“No, I’m drunk,” you correct very matter-of-factly.

“That is–” he stops, choosing instead to just shake his head.

“Oh, dear,” Lucienne mutters from behind Morpheus, reminding you of her presence in the first place.

“Lucienne! Hi! How have you been!” 

You crane around Morpheus to be able to see your favorite librarian, but you almost fall over in the process. Before you can tip too far over, Morpheus is there to right you again. When he does, he looks down at you with quite the serious expression on his perfect face.

“Who did this to you?” he asks, ready to punish whoever put you in such a state.

“Vodka. Rum, maybe?” You think back on your drinks for the evening, though it’s hard to think back that far. “Yeah, the second round of shots was definitely rum.”

“You put yourself in this state?”

“Yes?” Has Morpheus never heard of the concept of going out and getting shitfaced with your pals? “To be fair, I didn’t think that my drunkenness would…” You search for the word that you want to use, but it’s just not coming to you! “Uh, carry over?”

“Please tell me you managed to make it home safely?”

You nod. “Sure did! Pretty sure I fell asleep on the floor, though.”

Lucienne slowly begins to back up towards the door, and Morpheus stares at you for a long moment before sighing heavily.

“Are you mad at me?” you ask nervously, starting to get upset the longer the silence drags on. Did you say something that you shouldn’t have? Is there a rule you don’t know about against sleeping on floors?

Instead of answering you, Morpheus waves a hand in the air and says, “This dream is over.” 

You’re awake and once again staring up at your ceiling fan, only this time, Morpheus is also in your line of sight. It’s impossible to stop yourself from touching him when you’re sober, so it’s not at all surprising that your hands go up to caress his face now when you’re drunk.

“Hi cutie,” you greet, laughing in delight when he flushes just the slightest amount.

He grabs your hands and kisses the back of both before setting them against your chest. “Why are you sleeping on your floor?”

“Because,” is your simple, childish reply.

“That is not a good answer.”

“It’s the one you get because it’s the one I have.” You throw in a peace sign to be extra spicy, but Morpheus, unfortunately, doesn’t comprehend your 21st-century humor, and instead just segues into the next order of business.

“Might I help you up, so that we can get you properly ready for bed?”

“But I’m comfy,” you groan. Morpheus is not buying what you’re selling, unfortunately, so you sigh. “Fine.”

Morpheus holds his hands out for you to take and helps you to your feet. Too fast, apparently, because the room begins to spin and your stomach tilts dangerously, making you clap a hand over your mouth.

“Oh no. Dizzy, dizzy, dizzy,” you chant, squeezing your eyes shut and laying your head against Morpheus’s shoulder while you try to breathe through sudden nausea. You will not throw up on your super hot eldritch nightmare king boyfriend, you command yourself. Not tonight, and not ever.

“What is wrong?” Morpheus sounds panicked, and you want to reassure him, but you hold up a finger in the meantime.

When the nausea finally passes, you take a deep breath and slowly look up. “Okay, I think I’m good now.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. Sometimes drinking too much combined with moving too fast makes people feel sick. It’s my fault, but I’ll be okay.”

“Are you well enough to move?”

“Yes, I promise.” 

To prove your point, you let go of his hand and start walking heel to toe as the police require during field sobriety tests (honestly, you’re a little surprised that you can actually do this right now). You can practically feel your lover's amusement behind you, but it proves to him that you are capable. Morpheus lets you walk to the bathroom on your own power, and you think the only reason he doesn’t sweep you off your feet is because he’s worried you’ll throw up if he does. He watches you intently the entire time, though. 

You sit on the lip of the bathtub, watching Morpheus move about your bathroom as though he knows where everything is; he probably does, you realize, whether it be from that endless wealth of knowledge about everyone and everything that he possesses, or just his familiarity with your home. After rummaging around for a few moments, he comes back with a washcloth and your favorite pajamas. The sight of the familiar material makes you tear up, and you sniffle loudly.

Morpheus looks up in alarm. “Are you okay?”

“You remembered my favorite pajamas,” you say, trying to not start crying. You can count on one hand the number of times he’s come directly to see you off to his realm, and you’ve probably worn those pajamas twice. Yet he remembered the one-off comment you had made about how they were your favorite because of course he did.

His face softens. “Of course I did.”

You clear your throat and wipe your eyes. “Sorry. I’m okay! Just drunk.”

Morpheus hands you said pajamas before turning the faucet on and letting the water run. He seems to realize something after a moment and looks at you helplessly. “I do not feel temperature as you do. Is the water alright?” 

You grin and stick your hand under the faucet, moving the tap just a smidge hotter before nodding at him. “It’s good now. Thank you for asking.”

He begins to run the damp washcloth gently over your face, a barely-there smile appearing on his own when you wrinkle your nose at the cool sensations. Where this situation would be awkward with anybody else, it feels entirely natural with Morpheus. You’ll take these little moments of domesticity with him whenever you can get them, even when you’re still half drunk.

Even if you wanted to, you can’t hold yourself back from saying, “You’re so beautiful, do you know that? Seriously, you’re the prettiest man-slash-anthropomorphic-personification I’ve ever seen in my entire life.” The words are heavy on your tongue, but you’re pretty proud of the way you only barely stumble through ‘anthropomorphic’.

“You are still under the influence,” he notes.

“So? Drunk words equal sober thoughts, right?”

“‘A drunk mind speaks a sober heart.’ Jean-Jacques Rosseau,” he supplies.

“Sure, that. I’d tell you how pretty you are even if I was sober, and you know that.”

“Perhaps.” He says it in that infuriatingly sexy way of his, the one that makes you want to tear his clothes off.

Instead, you’re the one taking your own clothes off, though not for any fun reason. Getting changed is not as difficult a task as it would have been when you first arrived home, with the benefit of time naturally sobering one up on your side. Morpheus still keeps a hand held out, just in case you lose your balance and need something to grab onto, but after you’ve finished changing, that hand slips under your shirt and caresses your side.

“Thought you were supposed to be helping me keep my clothes on,” you say with a shiver, grabbing his wrist and pulling the offending extremity out from under your shirt.

“Apologies.” His tone implies that he’s not sorry at all, not that you would want him to be. “I simply couldn’t resist.”

He looks down at you with so much love in those blue eyes of his that you feel like you don’t think your mortal mind could ever truly comprehend it. Nobody has ever loved you the way that Morpheus has—all-consuming and passionate. He told you once that many of his relationships had ended because he had been seen as too intense, too obsessive in his love. Bring it on, you had told him when he expected you to back down. To date, you haven’t regretted that.

You don’t think you ever will.

Now that you can see the end of your night in sight, tiredness begins to seep into your bones. Though your bed is just right through the bathroom door, it feels miles away. With that in mind, you ask,  “Will you carry me?” 

“Were you not worried that you would feel sick?”

“Yeah, but I’m tired.” You pout (on purpose because you know what it does to him), and you can practically see his resolve break. “Just be careful?”

“Always,” he promises.

And careful he is, slowly picking you up and waiting until you nod to carry you to your bed. He sets you down gently, You’re thrilled to see a glass of water already waiting for you on your bedside table, Morpheus anticipating your needs before you’ve even realized you have them in the first place.

Crawling under the covers after finishing your water, you motion for Morpheus to sit next to you on the bed. He does as you ask, and you move your pillows so that you can sit up and lean on him. When you’re comfortable, you say, “Thank you for everything tonight. I know taking care of me wasn’t what you had planned.”

“You need not thank me. I enjoy caring for you, no matter the situation.” 

Your eyes flutter closed at the sensation of his hand carding through your hair, and you start to feel yourself inching closer to the Dreaming. Something keeps you from truly falling asleep, though, and when Morpheus shifts next to you, you realize what it is: the conversation’s not over. Morpheus is trying to figure out how to say what it is he wants to say.

Finally, he figures it out. “Might I ask you something?”

You open your eyes to give him your full attention and nod.

“Earlier, when you seemed surprised that I had noticed your absence. Did you do this,” ‘this’ being getting very drunk, “because of what I said?”

“No. I mean, I went out because I was mad at you, and I figured that me being a couple of hours late would make you learn your lesson, but I got drunk because I wanted to have fun with my friends and let loose.”

“And did you?”

“Maybe a little too much,” you admit cheekily.

“I apologize for my harsh words the other day. I have been…feeling burdened under the weight of my realm, and I took it out on you for no reason.”

“It’s okay, Morpheus. You’re busy running an entire realm and overseeing the collective unconscious. I shouldn’t be so needy.”

He shakes his head. “It is not okay. I should never talk to you in such a way, and you should never feel as though I do not want you around. I do want you around, always.”

“People say things that they don’t mean. That doesn’t mean they’re not worthy of forgiveness. But you gotta talk to me, okay? When you’re feeling stressed, or when things get to be too much. I’m here for you, and I want to support you however I can.”

“I love you,” he says. The fact that he’s being so open with his emotions is a pleasant surprise; it took him so long to be the first to say it, and even longer to be comfortable with it. You smile up at him.

“I love you, too. Stay with me until I fall asleep?”

“Of course.”

Morpheus turns your bedroom light off without you needing to ask (seriously, you love him so much), and you close your eyes. Then, a thought hits you.

“Hey,” you say, staring up at him in the dark and waiting until he looks at you to continue. “Can you get drunk?”

“No.”

“Why not? I mean, isn’t there special alcohol for preternatural beings? You’d think gods and goddesses would’ve figured out a way to get turnt by now.”

Though he doesn’t want to give in to your rambling when you’re meant to be trying to fall asleep, he can’t help but indulge you. “Gods and goddesses can. We, the Endless, cannot.”

“What? That’s so fucking lame. No. That’s–that’s an injustice! I’m so sorry.

“I promise, it is okay. Now, please go to sleep.”

You nod, but close your eyes for maybe thirty seconds before they snap open again with a realization. “Wait.”

“What?”

“You mentioned other gods and goddesses. How many are there? Are they all real? Is actual God real? I mean, I know the devil is real, you kicked their ass for your helm, but for some reason that’s more believable than–”

“Go. To. Sleep,” Morpheus commands.

“Ugh, you’re no fun!”

“I am not afraid to use my sand if need be.”

“You wouldn’t.” You raise an eyebrow in challenge, and he raises one right back. After a brief stalemate, you’re the first to give in. “You have to understand how world-altering this information is to a regular human like me, I mean–”

You’re asleep before your head hits the pillow.