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A Love Worth Dreaming For Part 6

Y/N is a woman who was killed against her will to prevent the Dreaming Realm from being destroyed. She is set free into the Dreaming by Morpheus only days before the Dream king is summoned to the waking world and trapped. A century later he returns only to pick up where it all left off.

A/N: Alright I'm sorry I haven't posted an update since I definitely promised I would. I felt like in celebration to Sandman getting a second season I would just go ahead and post what I was going to post while ago. Thank you for all the reads and comments, It is appreciated greatly. I'm so happy that Sandman will get a season 2 and that the cast gets to reunite for this project. Also happy to see Tom in more things.

This update may stray a bit, but it's all there. Enjoy! It could have been edited more as well.

Hurt/sadness/angst

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Part 7

“You’re not taking me with you to leave me there, to hand deliver me to Lucifer themselves, are you?” Y/N asks entering the throne room. She was sporting a long black coat over a pair of black slim leg pants and a t-shirt. She walks over to Morpheus and crosses her arms. “Are you now Mister Morpheus?”

“You haven’t defied me enough to deserve to stay there.” He responds honestly, side eyeing her.

“I haven’t defied you at all, sir,” Y/N uncrosses her arms and takes a step forward. She straightens her back, making herself as tall as can be. She lifts a brow in judging him. “It is you who have defied me. Perhaps I will be able to make a strong case for you to be kept there. Have any sins to atone for?”

“Morning Star already wants me there, it would be nothing new,” He says and takes a step forward, leaving only inches apart. He look down at her. “Are you ready to leave?”

“Is anyone ever really ready to go to hell, Mister Morpheus?”

“I suppose not,” He says, pulling out his sand. “Now hold onto me.”

“Oh here we are with the ordering again,” Y/N steps closer to the dream king, as if she could get any closer. “The ordering around is..”

“Yes?” He wraps an arm around her lower back and abruptly pulls her to his chest. The breath was almost knocked out of her. There was a subtle smirk on his parted lips. “Now, hold on so we can leave.”

Cautiously she slips her arms around his back. She rests her head on his chest and takes in a quiet breath. He always smelt of fresh air and the atmosphere before the rain would fall. Somewhat like spring Flowers and winter pine needles.

“Mister Morpheus may I be bold for a moment?” Y/N asks, looking up at him again.

“Nothing has stopped you before, yes you may.”

“I believe this is what I miss the most,” Y/N says, pressing her hand flat against his back. She closes her eyes, in pretending. “Being in your arms, it was such a natural feeling and I would feel so protected. It oddly felt as if I was holding onto the whole world. My world. How strange to know it was the whole world.”

“It was comforting to hold you, as if I was holding all of humanity and in a way I was.”

“At least we can have this moment,” She whispers.

There was a subtle hmm from him. “Or I can.”

The two land In what Y/N thought was a waste land. The air was thick with a sulfurous smoke that created a thick fog. Y/N was slightly apprehensive about letting the dream king go.

“Y/N,” He whispers, releasing her gently, her hold becoming tighter, holding him to her. “Nothing will harm you here while with me.”

Y/N slowly releases her arms and looks up at him, his expression was too much like the ones from her past, almost loving. She did not want to let him go. He gives her a nod. She fully unlatches from him and gains a better grounding of her surroundings.

“I don’t like how this place feels, it’s painfully heavy,” Y/N says, pulling her coat together. “I’m still at a loss that this place even exists. I’m not a believer.”

“No one is fond of how this place feels, it’s supposed to elicit this feeling.”

Morpheus gently nudges her forward and the two walk until a rusted gate appears in a wicked structure. At her own free will she stands close to the dream king. A large looking man opens the gate.

“Follow me.”

The two walk through and start their trek to Lucifer. Y/N stares up at the trees, attached to the bark were what appeared to be burnt human bodies. With every step they would move slowly with pained expressions. Y/N stops at one of the trees and looks up tears, forming in the corners of her eyes.

“Please stay by my side,” Morpheus grabs her hand and pulls her to him. “You do not want to get lost in these woods, all sorts of creatures and entities lurk in the Smoky fog.”

Morpheus does not let her hand go, instead he keeps a grip between her fingers. To prevent her from wandering off and getting lost. They ascend steep, narrow steps, passing different people locked away.

Y/N witnesses Morpheus stopping at a window, and a woman appears briefly. The two have a short conversation and then Morpheus continues forward.

“Who was that?” Y/N asks. Morpheus looks at her and continues walking forward. “Morpheus, who was that?”

“Not now!” He says sternly, but composed.

“Must be someone important.”

The two arrive at a large wall, instantly it opens up, leaking what looks to be blood at their feet. Morpheus drops Y/N’s hand.

“Morpheus, what a pleasant surprise,” A tall figure wearing all red, turns around. “And guest?”

“Dream king,” A woman says, nodding her head. She turns to the side and exposes that she was missing half of her face. “And guest.”

“Mazikeen.” Morpheus greets.

“What a great pleasure, Morpheus? Are you ready to join realms?”

“Lucifer, I am here to collect my helm, I was told a demon has it.”

“Is that right?” Lucifer says. “Guest, come here and let me look at you.”

Morpheus nods his head giving the okay. Y/N furrows her brows, releases her hand and cautiously approaches the evil one. Lucifer extends a hand and presses a finger beneath her chin. She moves Y/N’s face side to side, and an evil smirk curves up on her lips.

“Have you brought me a gift, Morpheus, is she to be traded for your helmet?”

“No, she is my assistant.” Morpheus’s voice turns low.

“That is too bad, a pretty one,” Lucifer releases Y/N chin. “Hmmm she is a nonbeliever, now tell me girl do you believe in hell now?”

“I’m here aren’t I?” Y/N says flatly. “It’s all a bit camp, don’t you think. The wings and the fire.”

“Y/N,” Morpheus says.

“But I have so many questions,” Y/N says, taking a step forward. “Like why do you take on the human form? And why have such a kind face? Are there not better ways to…”

“Y/N, stop talking.”

Y/N nods and walks away from the entity.

“But you are asking the right questions, my dear,” Lucifer says. “A human form to make it all more terrifying, my subjects, the demons below my kingdom, not so much.”

“As I’ve seen.”

“And the wings, an Angel that fell. I supposed.”

“For an assistant, you talk a lot out of turn.”

“I’m a scholar, naturally curious.”

“Morpheus, can we please get to your troubles?”

“Y/N!”

Morpheus pulls out his pouch of stand, he pours some in his hand and begins blowing at it. The grains float up and whirls around everyone. The sand whirls towards a corner in the room and a green demon appears holding a helmet.

“Chorozon, a duke of hell.”

A challenge between the dream king and Lucifer begins, for the helmet.

“Dream king, this is the real prize isn’t it?” The duke asks. His spiked hand slices across Y/N’s face before she was able to duck down. The blow flings her to the ground. The duke starts a round of cackles. “This must be the misses? I haven’t heard of her yet.”

Y/N’s body was sprawled across the shiny obsidian floor, across her face was a nasty wound. Welting and bleeding. Morpheus was crouched on his side in pain, taking a blow from Lucifer. His eyes were fixed on Y/N on the floor with Mazikeen dipping down to check on her. The demon who had challenged Morpheus for his helm had a game of his own.

Mazikeen looks at dream weerly, she touches the side of Y/N’s face and reveals blood coating her fingertips. She wasn’t supposed to get hurt. She wasn’t supposed to get hurt at all.

“Y/N,” Morpheus tries to say. “Y/N!”

He stands up and continues the game. “This was not part of the deal.”

“The duke gets bored, shall we continue now to make sure she can be taken to safety? I think the duke may have found his new duchess.”

“He cannot have her. She is mine.” He says gaining strength. He stands up. “She is mine!”

“Yours, hmmm?” Lucifer says, cocking their head. “She’s a bit rough around the edges for a king don’t you think?”

“Get on with the game.”

Mazikeen stands in front of Y/N as if to protect her. The duke laughs in the distance.

“If my lord wins,” the duke says. “I get two prizes no, no three, your helm, you, and your misses.”

Morpheus was lying on the floor, skin graying and turning frail. He looks out at y/n, unconscious. He couldn’t let her down. He stands back up. And completes the challenge.

Morpheus runs over and drops to the floor beside Y/N. The girl was out cold, unconscious, almost stiff. He pulls her onto his lap and presses his fingers to the gash. It was hot and needed mending.

“Y/N,” He whispers. “Can you hear me?”

He presses her to his chest.

“This was not part of the battle, Lucifer, “ Morpheus says. He scoops the girl up easily and presses her to his chest, to rest the unmarked Side of her against him.

“Well you are in hell, Morpheus,” Lucifer says lazit tossing their hand. “Demons will be, well, demons.”

Mazikeen takes the helmet and places it on Morpheus’s head.

“Y/N,” He whispers. “We are going home.”

Morpheus arrives back to the throne room and places Y/N on the ground. He removes his helmet and places it one the ground.

“You should be healing,” He says resting her head on his lap. He raises his voice. “Lucienne! Lucienne!”

Lucienne barges into the throne room and sees the scene in front of her. There was blood pooling on the floor.

“What has happened, sire?” She asks.

“She isn’t healing,” Morpheus says, pressing his cool hand to the side of her face. He looks up at the librarian with genuine fear in his wet eyes. “She is an extension of me, she should be able to heal.”

“You need to tell me what has happened.”

“She was attacked by a demon while in hell.” He clenches his jaw and takes a breath in. “I shouldn’t be, I mean there are other pertinent matters, but there is blood, she is bleeding, my realm is still falling apart.”

“Which demon sire?” Lucienne asks.

“The duke…”

“I will look him up and see what is happening.”

“In the meantime I will be taking her to my room for rest and…” He looks at the girl again. “Lucienne I, I’ve been so terrible.”

“Sire, everything will be alright, we will find out what is happening.”

“I lied to her,” He swallows hard and a tear releases from his eye. He looks up at Lucienne with an expression on his face that was so new. “I told her I could protect her, but I could not. I wanted my helmet more, I needed it. To save this realm and the world.”

“My lord,” Lucienne shakes her head. “She knows, even in her pain she knew that there was something so much bigger than her.”

“She was so scared to be there, Lucienne. She put on a brave facade for me and I let her down. She even physically attempted to fight him. My promises hold no weight, I have continuously hurt her since the day we met.”

“Sire you are tired and you need to rest and eat.”

“Lucienne, I killed her,” He swallows hard again. “I killed her and I was the one she trusted the most when she was alive.”

“Sire you did what you had to do and you’ve given her another chance at life here, she will make her way in this realm. Find happiness and whatever else she is searching for. It comes with time.”

“It was so difficult to do, I did not want to take her from the waking world, I wanted to stay there with her.”

“Sire, please go get some rest.”

“That is the truth, Lucienne,” Morpheus says and stands up with Y/N limp in his arms. “I wanted to stay with her, get married, and be a professor at the university.”

“But sire she is here and not human, you made her immortal.”

“I can't, I can’t,” Morpheus begins to walk. “I hate how she makes me feel human, makes my emotions come out of the shadows. Love never ends well. It didn’t end well. It’s too late. I’ve hurt her too many times.”

“Your tired sire, that is all,” Lucienne assures. “And how do you know all is lost? Remember there is alway hope. And possibly she has it in her to forgive you.”

“Yes, I am,” He looks down at the girl. “She is too.”

“But, please take care of her. I believe you do owe her that.”

“She will not leave my side,” He says to Lucienne. “I will give her what she wants when she awakes.”

Morpheus enters his chambers. He lays Y/N down on his bed. The blood was dry against her temple. He walks off to grab a towel to dab at her skin..

“Can you hear me?” He says closing in to her face. “Wake up, I have no control over this unconsciousness.”

Morpheus always views himself to be a gentleman, but he knew that Y/N would need to be changed into something more comfortable. Without even thinking, he props her up and gently pulls the cardigan off her body. He then rips the T-shirt from her body, exposing a simple purple silk bralette, much like the undergarments worn when she was alive. He stares at her exposed skin, missing its soft texture, and how her body felt against his. He squeezes his eyes shut, hating himself internally. The feelings has never left, but were covered up by anger and fear. He pulls her shoes off and easily tugs her pants off.

Morpheus sits on the side of his large bed. He leans across her and examines her face. So peaceful, but gone. He presses the towel to her temple again cleaning the remaining blood. .

“Come back to me,” He whispers gently, he was alone. “Please come back to me. You can have anything you want, I’ll take you to the waking world.”

He gently presses his forehead to hers with closed eyes. Tears trail down and fall to her cheek.

“i'll take it all away,” He whispers. “Please come back to me.”

It was all too similar to when he cared for her all those years ago. It was a pleasure to tend to her. He did not like that she was sick, but that he could spend time with her. She was so appreciative and kind to him after. She had made sure to gift him things and allowed him the first pick when new novels arrived.

All of it was sweet, but Y/N did not have to repay him at all. It was that he felt like the only man safe enough to help her.

Morpheus was tired, in fact he had been tired since he came back. He pulls his shirt off and pants and joins her on the other side of the bed. He turns on his side to face her.

Then he sees her eyes moving in rem sleep. She was dreaming.

“You’re dreaming?” He jumps back confused.

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