Lord Morpheus X Male Reader
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Authors Note: It’s not as sad as I thought it would be but at least I got it done, but anyways. Hope you enjoy!
Summary: Reader is a writer struggling to gain inspiration again, his roommates try ways to find him that feeling of inspiration again but the only person who can give him that feeling is no longer apart of his life, perhaps they could try to work things out again and give themselves a second try?
Warnings: Angst, past regrets, insecurities, reader blaming themselves, reader is a writer, Morpheus is soft, some inspiration from EP11, a writers struggle, fluff moments, post break up, past memories, mentions of Matthew, alcohol, language.
Word count: 5.5k
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Saudade
(n.) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant, or that has been loved and then lost: "the love that remains"
It was a cloudy morning, signs of rain and stormy weather showing on the news cast as the town prepares for their day. The storm has been raging on for days that it’s become a usual thing for many residences that lived near the area, knowing that they are to dress up warm and to wear the proper clothes if they wish to stay dry for majority of the day. While everyone got ready for their day a certain man stayed indoors, doing his own work and focusing on his writing. He was a well known author who wrote many stories in the past but recently his inspiration had worn off, his mind drifting to other places and not being able to focus. He’s tried many things or ways to get ideas again but nothing ever came.
He used to write many stories, his mind filled with adventure and curiosity. He always explored new places, read new books or listened to peoples lives and used them for his own stories, molding it into something new for everyone to read. But as the years went he lost that feeling of excitement, the feeling of writing again all because of his own mistake. He stopped writing four years ago and tried to make changes in his life, moving out of his flat and finding a new place. He began to live with two other roommates who knew little about him but treated him with kindness and respect. They’ve convinced him many times to confound writing again, pushing him into picking up a pen and sitting him down in front of a blank page.
He spent days sitting in front of a blank page, nothing coming to mind as he focused more on the outside world, staring out the window as the rain poured down, the cold fogging up the window as he watched the trees sway in the wind. They reminded him so much of Fiddlers green, the meadow that brought him peace and happiness. He frowns to himself, shaking the thoughts away, it’s been four years since he’s visited the garden and he couldn’t go back. No matter how much he wanted too, he can’t.
With a sigh to himself, rubbing his face with his hands he closed the blank notebook in front of him, placing the ink pen on top. Another day with nothing, his roommates would be disappointed. He knows he was suppose to have something done by the end of the week, promising his roommates that he would give them a story but his promise was broken. He had nothing today and neither would he tomorrow. He instead focused on other things, making himself some breakfast and enjoying his time alone.
Well—not entirely alone, his roommates cat, Hansel, was keeping him company. The Siberian feline had grown attached to him, following him everywhere and rubbing up against his legs, nearly tripping him up a few times. Y/n didn’t mind the creature, he adored it but, there were times where Hansel got on his nerves and the cat was always pushing his buttons when he wasn’t in the mood. When he first moved in his roommate, Max, told him about the cat and asking if he was allergic or perhaps comfortable around animals.
Y/n smiled that day with a nod and letting max know that he was alright with being around Hansel, not feeling bothered at all. The creature sometimes reminded him of a specific someone who had the ability to take any shape or form, reminding him that dreams could be anything. The first day he spent around the cat he was anxious, his mind playing tricks on him as the creatures followed him everywhere. It took him some time to tell himself that the creature was nothing like ‘him’ and that he wouldn’t be coming back, guess animals easily attach to him.
He’s the one who serves Hansel their food in the mornings since he works from home. He didn’t mind the little extra chore he had to for his good friend. He sets his glass of water to the side and walks over to Hansels eating spot, bending down to pick up her dish and walking back to the kitchen as the cat followed him in silence, well behaved and sitting next to his feet as she patiently waits. Y/n makes sure to add the correct amount of food before placing the bowl back in spot and allowing the creature to eat. Before he could head back to his room he hears the door unlock, startling him as he raised a brow to see his other roommate, Missy, entering the flat.
“Fucking cold—“ she cursed, shaking her wet hair and slipping off her jacket. She’s drenched from head to toe. “What happened? I thought you went to work.” Y/n steps up to help her with the wet clothes, taking her wet jackets and shoes. “Yeah well,” Missy struggled with her socks. “The station is flooded and my stop never came, they closed the station due to the flood and I had to call in to work and let them know that I wouldn’t make it in time. I tried another route but the streets just got worse and—ugh—I just gave up and decided to come back home instead.” She explains, slumping against the door as Y/n brings her a towel.
��Good thing you did, your drenched and it’s best to have warm shower before you get sick.” He instructs. “I’ll put your clothes in the dryer while you go do that.” He didn’t expect the weather conditions to worsen, everyone hopes that it gets better by tomorrow.
“Thanks, Y/n.” She heads to the bathroom where she takes her warm shower while Y/n focused on making her something to eat in case she didn’t have time this morning. It felt nice helping around, he didn’t feel too lonely when he first moved out of his old place. He couldn’t stay there for too long. It was full of memories of ‘him’ and he’s trying to move on from things. The first few months were tough as he forced himself to stay awake and not sleep, he couldn’t end up back in the Dreaming not after everything. He wasn’t banished and still had free access to entering the realm but Y/n maintained his distance. So, at night if he were to ever dream he’d make sure that it’s not about the dreaming or anything related to it.
As a matter of fact it was a lot harder than he thought.
“You haven’t written anything?”
He’s startled by Missy’s voice, looking over his shoulder to see her wearing sweats and flipping through his notebook. He sighs to himself and turns off the stove. “I know I promised you and Max but I—“ He shakes his head. “I can’t write anymore, nothing comes to mind.”
Missy frowns, setting the notebook aside as she walks towards the kitchen, sitting on top of the counter and crossed her arms over her chest, watching him move around the kitchen and serving her a plate of food. “You told us that writing was your life—your gift.” She mumbled out. “So tell me, in all honest—what inspired you to write?”
Y/n is caught off guard by her question, the dish almost slipping from his hands before she caught it and held it away, her eye brows raised as she asks again. “What inspired you to write, y/n?”
Many things inspired him; his reading, the people he was with, Max’s cat, the weather or location, perhaps the dreaming too. But, he couldn’t tell her that, she wouldn’t believe him if he ever told her about the Dreaming and how Dream of the endless and him were sort of an item before he messed things up.
“Nothing, Missy. Nothing brought me inspiration.”
“Bullshit.”
“Missy—“
“Ever writer has a reason to write.”
Y/n shakes his head. “I stopped writing four years ago because things got complicated. I had so many ideas and thoughts—that I could write forever but their all gone. People change, Missy and maybe, writing isn’t something I can do anymore that I have to look for an alternate.” He exclaimed.
Missy’s shoulders sag, lowering the plate down in defeat. “Then what is your alternate.” She was desperate to know and wanted to help him. Y/n shrugs his shoulder in response. “I was thinking Art? Or maybe do some medical research, having Hansel around has gotten me interested in other animal that I could maybe study their anatomy or work as a vet.” He rambled out. Animals were another interest of his and could research about them all day. He wouldn’t mind getting his hands a little dirty or interacting with other creatures.
“A vet? Sweetie, I love you but a vet isn’t your thing. I’ve read your stories and writing is you, it describes who you are!” She hops off the counter, standing next to him as he focused on cleaning up the dishes. “Max and I both know that you have a story inside that little head of yours—“ she taps on his temple, causing him to smile a little. “I guess you aren’t ready to share it yet.” She sighs to herself, wrapping her arms around him and hugging him while he awkwardly washed the dishes. He’s grown used to her affection and touch and it was her way of showing others that she cared for them.
“Thank you, Missy. But, I just need time.”
Missy gives him a nod and lets him go, patting his shoulder before smiling. “Max texted and told me that he would be coming back early today too. Why don’t the three of us try and go out tonight? Maybe, get a drink.”
“In this weather?” Y/n questions with a raised brow, drying his hands on a towel as he turns around to face Missy, leaning back on the counter as she rolls her eyes. “Okay, maybe not today but we can make coffee here and just sit down and relax and watch a movie or we can gossip about my workers? I heard that the new girl was sleeping with my manager.” She whispers the last part.
Y/n laughs at her statement. “Alright, I’ll make coffee once Max gets back home and we can talk shit about your workers all day and watch movies too.” Missy cheers, throwing her hands up as she ran out of the kitchen and into the living room, he excitement freighting Hansel as she scurried away from the energetic women.
“Don’t forget your breakfast!” He calls out to her, reminding her to eat as the two wait for Max’s return from work. He shifts his gaze towards the window, the rain has calmed down but it was still windy and cold outside that even be, wouldn’t go outside without rushing back inside to keep himself warm. He can still hear the thunder clap in the skies, muffled by the walls that surround them and keep them safe.
Both he and Missy sat in the living room, watching a movie together as they waited. Missy would talk every once an awhile and point out stuff in the movie, groaning in displeasure when one of the characters did something she didn’t quiet like, the sound of her voice and the movie lure him into sleep. It was reaching noon but a small nap wouldn’t hurt. His eyes slowly close, letting sleep take over him as he drifts off. He didn’t expect himself to open his eyes and to be inside a familiar library.
He shouldn’t be here but yet, somehow he found his way here. After four years of not returning to the Dreaming he didn’t think he’d come back or accidentally return. He slowly comes to a stand, his hand placed against the bookshelf as he looks around. He doesn’t see or hear anyone and takes his chance to try and leave this place before he is caught. His fingers graze the shelves as he walks forward, keeping his steps quiet as he continued on.
The place felt like a maze, losing himself amongst various books as he tries to find a way out. It’s been years since he’s been here and changed have been made that he doesn’t quiet remember where to go. Before he can make another turn he hears a familiar voice.
“Lucienne.”
His blood runs cold, frozen in spot as he hears that familiar deep voice that he fell in love with. That same voice that would read him stories or poetry when he couldn’t sleep. He shakes the thoughts away, breathing heavily and in panic as he turns around frantically.
“Lucienne, are you here?”
He sounded near and he couldn’t be here. He tries to control his breathing. “Come on, wake up, wake up.” He whispers to himself, trying to find a way to wake up and to disappear from this place. His moving around quickly that he doesn’t notice a pile of books sitting on the floor that he trips over them, yelping in surprise as he stumbled down, knocking more books off the shelf’s. “Shit!” He sits up and moves the books off of him, coming to sit on his bottom as he removed more books.
“Lucienne—“
His looks up with a gasp, blue eyes locking with his as he stares with wide eyes. He doesn’t know what he’s thinking or doing but the panic jolts him awake. He’s jumping from the couch in panic, looking around frantically to see Missy and Max sitting at the dining table with surprised look on their faces. “You alright?” Max asks.
Y/n is breathing heavily and nods. “Yeah, just a nightmare.” He chuckled nervously, reaching up to push his hair back only to see a book in his hand. His breath hitched, taking notice that he’s accidentally taken a book from Luciennes library. He still couldn’t explain how he could do it but back then he was able to take any book from the dreaming back to the waking world with him. He didn’t mean for this to happen he was in shock and didn’t notice that he’d taken one of the books.
Sooner or later ‘he’ll’ come after him in order to get the book back. Y/n couldn’t deal with that right now, no he couldn’t. So, he rushed back into his room and opened his desk drawer, shoving the book inside and slamming it closed where he stands still, staring at the closed drawer before letting out a deep breath. If Morpheus were to come and get it then it’s best to deal with it later. Right now, he had other things to do. He returned back to the dinning room where Max stared at him with worry in his eyes. “You sure your alright? You woke up like someone was trying to kill you.” He chuckled out.
“Yeah, it’s just a nightmare.” Y/n chuckles back, rubbing his face and running his fingers through his messy hair. “I haven’t had one in years so, I guess I got a little scared.” He admits, afraid of seeing the King of Dreams again after promising that he wouldn’t.
“Well—anyways!” Missy claps her hands together. “It’s stopped raining, so why don’t we go get those drinks?”
Y/n groans. “Missy it’s cold outside, do you really want to go outside right now?”
“Yes and you can’t stop me.” Missy smirks, walking to her own room to get something warm on. “You know she always wins.” Max reminds him, slipping his own coat on as Y/n groans to himself. “Yeah she does.”
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The three were able to make it across town without any trouble, finding an open bar that they enter and spend their time sitting in a booth as Missy gossiped about her work, saying how one caused a bit mess that she had to fix while another embarrassed her in front of her higher uppers. Both he and Max would sit back and listen, drink in hand as his index finger circled around the ring, nodding along to Missy’s stories.
“Anyways, He caught her cheating in the ladies room with some other guy and all hell broke loose. Their was yelling and fighting that we had to kick them out.” She giggled, half drunk as she sips her drink. “What about you, Y/n?”
“What about me?”
“Any rumors or stories that you’ve heard of lately? Perhaps some love in your life?” She grins to herself as Y/n shifts uncomfortably in his seat, clearing his throat. “No.” He focused on his drink and takes a sip, his body language giving him away as Missy gasped, slamming her hand down. “You do!”
“Missy, calm down.” Max tries to keep her down but she swats his hands. “Hush, tell me!” She points at Y/n who sets his drink down, nervously tapping his finger against the glass. “It’s not important.”
“If not then why are you nervous?” He was like an open book to her that she could easily read. Missy was a scary women to mess with and she knew everything and will get what she wants one way or another. He knows that he can’t win this argument no matter how hard he tried.
“I had someone four years ago before we ended things. It was technically my fault, I let my insecurities get to me and ruined what we had.” He breaths out.
“Why did you end things?” Max asked, intrigued to know too.
“He—“ How exactly was he suppose to tell them that he dated an Endless while he was just a normal human or mortal. “He was an important person, someone that many people knew. His family and siblings are the same they all have their duties and roles to fulfill. It didn’t bother me at first how I was just a simple writer trying to find my way through life—he showed me many things and helped me. I guess you could say that he was my inspiration.” His eyes glance up to Missy who stares back with sadness in her eyes.
“We were briefly engaged and I was happy, excited actually but,” he frowns. “I started to think about his past lovers, they too, were important and better than me. They’ve done so much for him that I couldn’t do and I just felt like I wouldn’t reach that level and allowed my thoughts and doubts to take over. So, I ended things with him and our engagement ended.” His finger tapped the table, avoiding their gazes as he down his drink.
When he sets his cup down, Missy bursts out into tears. “Why would you think that?” She sobs out. Max awkwardly handing her napkins as she takes them. “Your obviously the best and he wouldn’t have asked you to marry him for something so stupid!”
Y/n blinks, opening and closing his mouth. “Missy—“
“No!” She slams her hands down, startling the two. “You will go find him and make up!”
“Missy that was four years ago, he’s probably moved on.” Y/n tells her.
“How did he react when you broke it off?” Her voice is firm as she raised a brow, tears wiped away as she glared at him. “You could say he was a little upset.” He shrugs his shoulders. Morpheus didn’t really say anything when he broke it off, all he did was give him the ring while the King of dreams stared down at it with no words.
Missy continued to cry at the tragedy, both Y/n and Max knew that Missy would get emotional when drinking. The two already knew how to handle it but today was a bit difficult since the focus was on him and not on something else. “I think that’s enough for today.” Max takes Missy’s drink, sliding it to the side as he helps her stand. “Come on.”
“No!” Missy shakes her head. “I won’t go until Y/n makes up with his fiancé.” The writer rolls his eyes, helping her stand and taking her bag with him. “Let’s get you to bed.” He mumbled, ignoring her words as the two drag her outside into the cold weather, she shivers and clings onto Max.
“I don’t think will make it back home with her like this, maybe we can stay at a hotel for tonight?” Y/n suggest while Max agrees. “I’ll get a cab and take her to a hotel, you can head home.”
“Wait, are you sure?” Y/n felt guilty leaving Max alone with Missy. The two get along well but Missy wasn’t so great when she’s drunk. “Please, Y/n I’ve dealt with her like this for years I think I can handle it.” He chuckled at him as he holds her upright. “You go ahead will call in the morning.”
Y/n hesitates and gives Max a nod as he calls a cab, he gives his friends one last look and reminds max to call in the morning before getting inside the cab and riding back home. He sighs deeply, leaning his head against the window as the driver takes him home, arriving after a few minutes and paying the man as he steps out of the vehicle. When heading inside his apartment he doesn’t take notice of the raven perched on his balcony, watching him closely as he enters the building.
Once he’s inside he closes the door behind him, removing his coat and hanging it up. He also kicks his shoes off and makes his way towards his bedroom where he tossed his phone on the bed. A familiar meow gets his attention as he looks over to see Hansel sitting by his doorway. “Right.” He walks back out of his room to feed the cat his last meal of the day.
“Sorry bud.” He whispers, serving the cat more water and food. “Max won’t be coming home tonight, he got stuck with Missy.” He strokes the cats head, earning a purr in return as he smiles to himself, coming back to a stand from his crouched position as he turns around to head back to his room. When he enters he turns to close the door until a tap is heard against his window, causing him to look over.
He steps forward to see a black raven standing outside his window, beak tapping the window again. He stopped in his steps, staring at the raven that he remembers very well. The same raven that’ll follow him everywhere and talk about some nonsense or try to keep a decent conversation. Before he could do anything he feels a familiar presence, one that he knew too well.
His back faced him, eyes closed as he exhaled nervously. He opened his eyes again and turns around to see Morpheus standing in his bedroom, his hands in his coat pockets as he stares him down. His expression is blank and can’t tell what the man is thinking.
“Hello, Morpheus.” He says softly, avoiding his piercing blue eyes as he focused his attention in anything else but him.
“Y/n.” His voice is still the same as he remembers, deep and soft but also soothing and comfortable. “You have something that belongs to me.” The Dream lord goes straight to the point and Y/n knows that he’s not here for a social meeting.
“Right.” Y/n mumbled to himself, walking to his desk and pulling the first drawer open where the book is stored away. He pulls it out and closed the drawer behind him, swallowing nervously as he turns around to hold the book out to Morpheus. The dream lord himself takes the book in his own hand, their fingers touching. Y/‘n is the first to pull away, taking a step back.
“I didn’t mean to take your book from the dreaming since I am no longer welcomed.”
“Your always welcomed into the dreaming.” Morpheus interrupts, hand gripping the book as he stares at the writer.
Y/n shakes his head. “I know I am but decide not to.” The tension between them is strong, making it hard for either of them to speak.
“You should make up!”
Missy’s words repeat in his head, he knows that making up won’t fix anything and neither would an apology but he had no choice but to speak up about how he felt. He wanted Morpheus to know how sorry he was for breaking the Endless heart or maybe the dream lord himself had already forgotten their love and moved on.
“Im sorry for everything and I know my apology won’t do much. I just wanted to let you know that what I did isn’t your fault.” He could feel Morpheus stare. “What I did was terrible and I blame myself, I let my doubt and thoughts get to me and did a terrible thing to you and I understand if you hate me—“
“I don’t hate you.”
Y/n looks into his eyes a hint of shame and sadness at his own words. Y/n gives him a sad smile. “You should.”
Morpheus takes a step forward. “My hatred is something I will not give towards you.”
“I broke us apart, because of me we couldn’t get married. I just couldn’t stop thinking about us and asking myself why. Why did you fall in love with someone like me? A human, a mortal who couldn’t be by your side. Why choose me when you could have anyone that could give you what I can’t?” He’s looking at Morpheus, letting him know how he really felt during their time together. Yes, he was happy to be with someone and happy to know that he could have a future but his doubts started to flood his mind, fearing taking over him and asking himself, why? Why him out of everyone. Morpheus could be with a goddess or perhaps someone with the same equal as him. But instead he choose him, a mere human.
Y/n was too distracted in his own thought that he doesn’t notice Morpheus stepping closer, setting the book aside as they stood toe to toe. His breath warm as he speaks. “I choose you because you showed me a feeling that I never thought I’d ever feel again.”
“And what feeling was that?” Y/n whispers.
Morpheus leans forward, pressing their foreheads together as he breaths him in. “Love.”
Y/n wants to break down, wants to take everything back and start over. But, he doesn’t know if Morpheus would want to do the same thing, for all he knew the Endless could have moved on already after four years. He feels his warm hand cup the nap of his neck, holding him in place, touching him again after years of being apart.
“You were what filled my blank pages.” Y/n whimpers, closing his eyes as he holds back tears as Morpheus continued. “I loved you from the day I heard your stories, stories that brought many dreamers together. I admit that I loved others before you but what we had is something far more extraordinary than ever.”
Y/n didn’t know what to say, afraid of saying something that’ll ruin this moment. Afraid of saying something that’ll push Morpheus away. “I don’t—“ He feels the dream lord shake his head, whispering more words to him. “Come back to the dreaming.” His words pull a gasp from Y/n, pulling away to look at him properly. “Morpheus I don’t—“ He bites the inside of his cheek, nervous again. “What if I mess up again?”
“You won’t.” Morpheus reassured him, suddenly remembering Luciennes words about change and second chances. He gave gault another chance to becoming a dream and not a nightmare, he’s willing to give Y/n another chance to make things right.
“Someone once told me that second chances is something that everyone needs and I’m willing to do that.” The Dream lord takes hold of Y/n’s hand into his own. “We can both give each other a second chance.”
Y/n sniffles, his thumb stroking the top of Morpheus palm. He inhaled sharply. “Are you sure?” He asks, as much as he wanted to give this another chance he still wanted Morpheus’ thoughts about their relationship. Everything was so unexpected but now that they’ve talked things through and allowed their feelings to spill he can’t help but feel a weight get lift off his shoulders. Hd felt lighter now that he let Morpheus know about his doubts and fears, fears that Morpheus understood.
Morpheus takes another step forward, their chests brushing up against each other as the King of dreams and nightmares pulls him close, placing a soft kiss on the top of his head as he mumbled out. “I want you by my side in the dreaming and as my consort.” His voice is a small whisper as Y/n hears his words, giving a small nod. “Then I shall stay by your side.”
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Y/n was sitting in front of the window, notebook in hand as he the wrote across the pages. The stories he had filled the empty spaces, hand cramping but not stopping until he’s gotten the last few details in. He’s distracted by his writing that he doesn’t feel Missy standing over him until she speaks up. “You’re writing.”
He’s startled by her voice, slamming the notebook shut. “Shit, you scared me.”
“You’re writing.” She points out again.
“Yes and?” He raised a brow.
“Let me read.”
“What—no!”
“Let me read!” Missy launched after the notebook, he’s quick to pull it out of her reach, stumbling away from the window as Missy jumps on his back, legs wrapped around his torso as she reached up for the notebook. “Get off!” Y/n struggles to shove her off, walking around the living room. It wasn’t until Max comes back home, groaning to himself. “Can’t I come home without you two trying to kill each other?”
“Max! Get the fucking notebook! He’s writing again!” Missy shouts, yelling as she’s thrown off and onto the couch. “Wait he’s writing again?” Max is quick to get involved, rushing over to snatch the notebook. “Not you too!” The notebook is taken from his hands, caught off guard when Max takes it and flips through the pages.
“Read it out loud!” Missy shouts, attaching herself to Y/n’s back, holding him back from taking the notebook. “What—don’t, it’s not finished!” He groans out.
Max steps back, grinning widely as his eyes skin through the pages, reading the words. He doesn’t read out loud, instead he reads to himself as his mischievous grin softens into a smile. “I said out loud!” Missy screams out again.
Instead, Max closes the notebook and smiles at him. “I think it’s a wonderful story.” He holds it back out for Y/n to take, after he throws Missy off his shoulders he takes the notebook back and holds it to his chest. “No one can read it until it’s finished.” He states out.
“That’s bullshit! Max got a little sneak peek, why can’t I?!”
Max chuckles. “It’s best to read it after he’s done, it’s good so far and I’m very interested to know more about this character if you’re.” He air quotes, causing y/n to blush. “Anyways, like Max said you both can read it when it’s finished now, if you’ll excuse me I have to go to bed.” He rushed to his room, slamming the door behind him and locking it. He sighs to himself and sets the notebook on his desk.
“Your friends seem eager to know what you are writing.”
Y/n looks over his shoulder to see Morpheus standing near his bed a knowing smile on his face. It’s been six months since they’ve given their relationship a second try, taking things at their own pace again before he accepts Morpheus’ proposal again. “You would know, Dream of the endless. It’s possible that you got an exclusive look into my story since it’s not published yet.”
Luciennes library contained many books that have or haven’t been written yet. The dreaming library contained it all and wouldn’t be surprised if Morpheus had read it already. The dream lord chuckles, coming to sit on his bed. “I actually haven’t read it yet.” He admits.
“I was hoping that you would read it to me, like old times.” Y/n smiles in return, walking to sit next to him as he hums. “How about the first chapter—I’m making you wait too.” It wouldn’t be fair that Morpheus would have the first listen into his new book and not his friends.
“Very well, my love.” Morpheus leans close. “I’ll allow the first chapter.”
Y/n smiles, leaning against Dreams shoulder and staring out the window where Matthew stood.
“A tourist in the waking world, who was never quite awake, no gentle word could wake then up from their slumber until they realized it was you who held them under…”
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