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spideybatsy · 2 years

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The Deal | Dream*

*of the Endless

Summary: The worst part of Dream's imprisonment is knowing you're getting closer to death every day.

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x GN!Reader

WC: 1.3K

Warnings: a bit of angst, if I do say.

Notes: "Despite his cold exterior, Dream is often passionate and infatuated with his lovers." This is all that played in my head while I wrote this, I hope you can see it come through <3 I also looked it up and apparently dreaming of bananas means you have a good sex life, so I threw in a few (-;

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His palms lay on your back, pushing you further into his chest. Despite how long you’d been pressed into him, his skin still remained cool to the touch. His plush lips rest on your forehead, his even breath fanning across your nose.

Your nose brushed against his neck, and your cheek pushed into his shoulder. One arm around his back, the other resting on his chest. You’d been like this for hours, lying in bed and sharing the occasional kiss. Nights like these were rare but beautiful.

The peace was disturbed by the sound of pecking against the window. Jessamy.

Dream sighs, running one of his pale hands down your bare arm. It was scandalous, sleeping with a man while unmarried. You look down at the ring on your finger, silver with a black stone. A small smile found its way to your lips.

Soon enough, it won't be considered improper.

“I must go, duties call.” His voice sent shivers down your spine.

“Where to this time?” Morpheus may not be human but he travels a lot for work. There’s not a spot on this earth he hasn’t seen.

“Berlin.” He brings his hands up to your face, cradling it. “A rouge nightmare.”

“Maybe one day I’ll be able to join you on your adventures,” you hum.

The corners of his lips turn up, his eyes seem brighter. “I cannot wait.”

He runs his thumb across your lips, then leans in and places a soft kiss upon them.

“When will I see you next?” You ask, caressing his face with your hand.

He takes a moment to think about it. “I’ll be back on Tuesday.”

Tuesday, that’s only two sleeps away.

He moves his hands from you and runs his hands down your arms as he steps back. Your fingers intertwine with his.

“I’ll be waiting for you.” You smile shyly up at him, give his hands a squeeze and then let go.

He returns your smile and turns away, making it a few steps before you speak up.

“Be careful, I can’t have you dying on me.” You say a tad louder, making sure he can hear it as he walks away.

“I always am, my love.” He responds, looking back at you. “I’ll always come home to you.”

You smile to yourself as he leaves, closing the door behind him. The countdown to his return instantly starts and you begin planning what you can do. Perhaps a picnic in the park would be good, it is starting to get warm.

When Tuesday arrives, you have a basket prepared. You pack a range of cheeses, biscuits, sandwiches and even a few bananas, then wait at the door.

He never comes.

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By the time Dream escapes his captures, it’s been over 100 years. He cannot describe the pain in his heart. Captured, robbed, forced to watch Jessamy die and then trapped in a cage for decades.

The worst part? Knowing you are dead.

The love of his life, the person which kept him going every day and brought out the very best in him, is gone.

Dead.

He didn’t even get to say goodbye.

Part of him angry with his sister, infuriated even. The other part knows that it is not her fault. This is the fault of falling for a mortal.

He works hard and eventually gains back all his materials. Yet, the pain doesn’t fade. Every day, he thinks of you.

Did you wait for him?

He could ask his siblings but he’s not sure he wants to know. What would be worse, you wasting your life waiting for him, or you moving on and finding another man?

Dream never wants to admit to weakness but this, this pain? It’s soul destroying. At least when Nada was cast to hell, he had known where she was.

This is how he found himself in the park, feeding the birds. What was he to do now? He couldn’t move on, wouldn’t move on.

“What are you doing?” Death asked, sitting beside him on the small bench.

The two spoke for a while before leaving. It wasn’t until the very end of their interaction, back at the park, that you came up.

“I’m surprised you haven’t mentioned your partner.”

He said your name softly, eyes beginning to water. “There’s nothing to say, they’re dead.”

Death furrowed her eyebrows but stayed silent, waiting to see what he said next.

“It is the pain of loving a mortal.”

Death stopped, causing her brother to also halt.

“What are you talking about?” She sounded almost surprised. “Did you not look them up once you entered the Dreaming?”

“I could not bear to.” He admitted. “The mere thought of them hurts.”

Death sighed, “you’re an idiot. You know that?”

He didn’t respond, just furrowed his eyebrow.

“Once you’d disappeared, I went to their house.” Her voice softened. “I told of your imprisonment, and we made a deal.”

Dream stared at her. “What do you mean?”

“I’m not a monster, you know.” She replied, shaking her head. “As if I’d let your partner die while you were unable to say goodbye. You were in enough pain, I couldn’t do that to you.”

Morpheus felt something in his heart. It was bright, warm. It was hope.

“You mean to tell me-“

“That they're are still alive? Yes.”

Dream instantly pulled out his pouch of sand, taking some of the sand out.

“Tell them I said hello.”

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You didn’t notice as a figure appeared behind you, only hearing the music as you washed the dishes. Your favourite song from the olden days played, putting you in a good mood. It wasn’t very often you could listen to this genre, as it always reminded you of your long-lost love, Dream.

He’d been gone for at least a century now; you still missed him every day. Yet, there was hope in your heart. Death, his older sister, had agreed to take your mortality. She had promised that Morpheus would one day escape and come find you.

When? You did not know. But knowing it would, was enough for you.

As one song ended, another began. You couldn’t help but laugh when you recognised it.

“Mr. Sandman bring me a dream, make him the cutest that I’ve ever seen.” You poorly sang along, washing the plate.

“I only have myself, unfortunately.”

Every muscle in your body froze as recognition ran through you. The plate dropped back into the soapy water, soaking your shirt.

Slowly, you turned around to face him. He looked as beautiful as the day you lost him, cheek bones high-strung and hair as black as midnight.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding in, tears instantly running down your face.

“I-“ you couldn’t speak, opting to instead stare up at him.

Has he gotten taller? His shoulders look strong in his plain black shirt, jacket discarded on the ground.

A moment passed, then you ran into his arms. He wrapped one hand around you back, using the other one to press your face against his chest. You hung onto him, hands fisting his shirt. It felt like he’d disappear if you let go.

He rested he cheek against your head, tears trailing down into your hair.

The two of you stood like that for a while, grappling with your own disbelief.

Dream pulled away first, unbothered by the tears in his eyes.

“I’m sorry for missing our date.”

You laughed, grabbing the front of his shirt, and pulling him back into the hug.

“It’s okay.” You whispered, voice hearse. “You have forever to make up for it.”

#dream #the sandman #morpheus #dream of the endless #sandman netflix #tom sturridge #netflix the sandman #dream x reader #morpheus x reader #sandman #the sandman x reader #sandman x reader #sandman universe #sandman 2022 #sandman series #neil gaiman #Neil if you see this not you didnt #I guess I really enjoy writing this genre #I hate love but I love this love

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darksideoftheshipps · 5 months

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I decided after a year of not working on Inktober 2022 to finish it.

Day 6 - Bouquet

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iskander-tm · 1 year

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Thanks Kneel Gay man for my new favorite dysfunctional family!

redraw of this legendary panel

#sandman #the sandman #sandman series #season of mists #death of the endless #dream of the endless #despair of the endless #delirium of the endless #destiny of the endless #desire of the endless #morpheus of the endless

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kinderschreckfigur · 1 year

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I think the reason Dream speaks English so differently from Death in the show is because he WAS LOCKED IN A FISHBOWL FOR A CENTURY

he just missed all the language shifts

does he know what milf means

#dream of the endless #the sandman #death of the endless #dreamling #sandman netflix #sandman series #morpheus

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elijahslittleprincess · 1 year

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🅶🅾🅳...🅻🅾🅾🅺 🅰🆃 🅷🅴🆁. 🆂🅷🅴'🆂 🆂🅾 🅿🅴🆁🅵🅴🅲🆃, 🅷🅴🆁 🆂🅼🅸🅻🅴🅴🅴 😩😩😩

#gwendoline christie #gwendolineuniverse #Gwendolinelucifer #the sandman #cg! sandman lucifer #lucifer morningstar (the sandman)#mommy k!nk #mommy #lucifer morningstar the sandman #sandman lucifer x reader #gwendolyn #shes perfect #perfect women #sandman series #netflix sandman #sandman agere #the sandman series

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charliedawn · 2 years

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Could you do one where the reader is lucifer daughter and in a relationship with Morpheus/dream

You were Lucifer's pride and joy. The only bright light in the darkness of hell. Their only heir and they prided themselves on being a caring parent.

They were devoted and selfless when it came to you, which meant they would go to unspeakable length to protect you.

They would destroy any of your enemies, and whoever dared break your heart would be spending the rest of their afterlife in the deepest and darkest hole in hell they could find.

They had already dealt with a lot of demons who hadn't understood that and were ready to die for you if circumstances called for it.

When you had announced to them that you had now a boyfriend, they took it lightly.

They thought it would be like any other problem and you would eventually come to them to get rid of the parasite..

So, they smiled and sounded as excited as you at the news of their meeting with that mysterious boyfriend of yours.

"I am more than excited to meet the lucky man/woman who succeeded in earning their way into your heart..If you like them, I am sure to do too.."

How they would come to regret bitterly those words..

They hadn't expected to see Dream of the Endless come in—out of all the creatures you could have laid your eyes upon.

They were found speechless for a moment, a rare sight in hell as not a lot of things could shook the ruler of hell.

"Pleasure to see you again, lord Lucifer."

His voice was the same soft rasp as when they had last met and Lucifer found it very difficult to restrain their anger and wipe that self-sufficient smile off his face that they knew he was holding back.

Revenge was terribly sweet for Morpheus. He could see the raging storm in Lucifer's eyes and felt immense satisfaction..Who knew he would fall in love with the daughter of the one and only Lucifer ?

Two birds with one stone, so to speak..

At the sight of your hand in his, Lucifer's eye twitched.

They immediately placed their hand on the handle of their sword, ready to strike, but one warning look from you made them reconsider.

"Parent..Meet my boyfriend. Dream of the Endless.", you announced and before Lucifer could answer, Morpheus leaned forward towards you to whisper.

"We've already met, my love..But, thank you for the introduction."

He kissed your cheek and if looks could kill, Morpheus would be a pile of ashes on the floor..

Lucifer bid their anger and forced themselves to smile when you both approached and Morpheus extended his hand towards them.

"For Y/N, I am ready to let go of the past. How about you, Morningstar ?"

Lucifer wanted to scoff. Morpheus ? Not holding a grudge ? Right..There was no way in..Well..Here.

But, you were there.

You were watching them intently and Lucifer knew better than to give in into Morpheus' obvious trap.

They wouldn't let him be the reason for your hatred.

They took his hand and shook it curtly with a false smile that took a colossal effort not to turn into a cruel sneer.

"Of course, Dream. All in the past.."

You seemed satisfied enough by their answer and from the corner of you eye, spotted you old friend Mazikeen.

You smiled and went to talk to her, eager to catch up on what you had missed during your absence from hell and leaving them both to get to know each other better.

However, the moment you were far enough, the masks fell and all politeness left their faces as Lucifer spat.

"You dare enter here and pretend to be honorable, when you trapped my daughter in your webs of lies with disrespectful impunity..My daughter is no toy or trifle to use in that rivalry game of ours. Leave her alone, or you will have to face the consequences.", they warned and their eyes spoke mountains of what those painful consequences might be.

But, Morpheus didn't flinch at the clear threat and only spoke up to respond truthfully.

"I did not choose your daughter on purpose, Morningstar. She chose me. I fell in love with her long before I was even aware of her relation to you. And no amount of loathing or threats will erase the way I feel about her."

Lucifer frowned—unable to tell if Dream was telling the truth or not.

They were about to answer when they saw you coming back to them and put a smile back on their face, hiding the venom in their words from you.

"One day, Morpheus..She will grow bored of you. And then, I will be ready. Mark my words. My hand won't shake when the time comes to detach your head from your body.."

They tightened their hold on his hand just a little and Dream stared right back at them with a small challenging smirk.

"We shall see who she gets bored of first, Light-bringer.."

And that was the only time Morpheus agreed to come willingly to hell with you.

They may tolerate each other in your presence, but do not get fooled.

They are both very possessive and unforgiving.

It would take time for the both of them to accept the fact that they were now 'family'.

You *smile at Morpheus when you are back in his realm* : "Well..I think that went well. I'm pretty sure they like you."

Morpheus *squints his eyes suspiciously at your oblivious face and wide cheerful grin* : "You heard every word, didn't you ?"

You *nod with a sly smile* : "Every. Single. Word."

#Lucifer x daughter!reader #morpheus x reader #fandoms #imagine #fanfic #sandman series

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darklinsblog · 2 years

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Sexy times with Desire would include…

Author’s note: If y’all thought the Morpheus one was filthy buckle tf up bitches. Also, Neil Gaiman if you see this I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not. I’m just giving people what the want, thank you 👹

You don’t have to say anything, Desire knows every single thing by just looking at you.

Loves to have you wear all sorts of outfits for them

Enjoys to rip your clothes off

You’re their favorite toy to play with.

Funny enough, they’re used to disposing of others, but there was just something intrinsic about you they couldn’t get enough of.

You reminded them constantly how intertwined were the concepts of intimacy and lust

Would constantly go out of their way to make you feel the sexiest living creature

Because to them that’s what you are

They like it rough, to have drunk on adrenaline

Safe words

Consent is the key to everything they do. They won’t do shit unless you’re on board with it

While they are into the more kinky side of stuff they also make sure you are doing things because you want to

Pushes you to try new things they know you’ll love because you deserve to live all types of pleasure

They make you be loud, they find amusing to hear you scream

“Use your words, babydoll…”

Lots of fucking toys

Edging

They LOVE to hear you beg

“Please what?”

They’re not jealous, they simply like to remind everyone who you belong to

Would go on for hours uninterrupted

Absurdly large hickeys on your neck

Lip biting

Has you sit on their face until they’re satisfied and you’re practically passing out

9 out of 10 times they’re in charge

1 out of 10 times is just to see how far you’re willing to go to satisfy them

The most explicit and dirtiest talk ever

Teasing tf out

Gets you going with talk alone

“You look precious when you’re on your knees for me”

Uses their tongue a lot

Tying you down to the bed

Furry handcuffs

Has you pleasure yourself in front of them

Does it in front of the mirror

Red marks all over your body

Sometimes can leave small bruising

In case that happens he makes sure you’re okay with it

“Does it hurt?”

Actually feels bad for hurting you

Likes to trace your figure as aftercare

Aftercare also looks like words of affirmation.

“You’re divine, baby”

Plays with your fingers or hair

#the sandman comics #neil gaiman #sandman shitpost #sandman headcanons #desire #desire sandman #mason alexander park #sandman #desire of the endless #desire headcanons #someone take my phone from me #sandman netflix #sandman imagine #desire x reader #comics #sandman series #sandman spoilers #morpheus sandman #desire smut

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justrandomtalia · 2 years

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Morpheus : what is it that you have ? * looks at the blush in her hands “

Y/n : * confused * this ? * raises the blush*

Morpheus : yes…

Y/n : oh! That’s a blush it’s makeup used to make cheeks redder

Morpheus : you don’t need that * confused *

Y/n : * confused blushing a little * i think i do my cheeks has no red i look dead sometimes

Morpheus : … but when i see you your cheeks are always really red and pretty * says calmly with a stone cold face *

Y/n : * blushes more * y-yeah I wonder why

And that’s guys how oblivious the lord of dreams is 😀

#y/n #fanfic #imagine #fantasy #the sandman #morpheus #dream of the endless #dream x reader #morpheus x reader #sandman series #the sandman x you #dream x you #dream x y/n #morpheus x y/n #morpheus x you #morpheus headcanons #the sandman morpheus #the sandman headcanons #dream

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bluewingedcoyote · 1 year

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#Sandman #Dreamling #dream/hob gadling #dream and hob #cat Hob #cat #cats #just cat things #adorable assholes #the sandman #sandman series #dream of the endless #hob gadling #neil gaiman

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niccoguedes · 1 year

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The three blonde menaces of Sandman, all together.

cr: ©

#the sandman series #sandman series #desire sandman #lucifer sandman #the corinthian #corinthian sandman #hazeilus #neil gaiman's sandman #portrait drawing #tarot card #morning star #mason alexander park

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jokatsuya · 10 months

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Love and immortality

Part V Part I Part II Part III Part IV

Morpheus x reader

Wordcount: 1704

Warnings: mention violence and death

Summary: (Y/n) has managed to escape from her predicament in life and is now meeting up again with the man she still doesn't know. Just when she should probably finally get an answer to his identity, unexpected events occur.

A/n: Guess who's back! Right, me :D Can we please talk about the leaks of the second season??? AAHHAHHAHAHHAHHAH Anyway, have fun with this part. Yours JoKatsuya

1789 and I'm sitting here again in this pub, the White Horse. For four centuries now I have been meeting this stranger. One would think to have gotten to know each other, at least a little bit. But no, the only one of us who knows something about the other is the mysterious black-haired man who is sitting opposite me again. Always fashionably dressed with a well-groomed appearance. His looks are really not of a bad nature. Every single day of this last century he was more present than ever in my thoughts. Our last meeting had given me the strength to free myself from my, let's say very unfavorable, life situation. I straightened up and managed to succeed on my own, even if it meant pretending to be a man for a few years. I am not quite sure myself how that went well.

>>I heard something funny the other week. Bloke said to me, he said, "If only the French noble had played cricket with their men the way we do they'd never have had this trouble."<<, I say and close my eyes for a short moment to follow the pleasant sounds of the musicians at the other end of the hall.

>>You know, first the colonies, now France. You ask me, this country will be next for a revolution. I've been salting money away all over the world, which I hope can help me if there really is trouble here. In the meantime... I'm in the foreign trade. You just have to know how to use industrialization.<<, I say honestly before bringing the cup of tea to my mouth and taking a thoughtful sip. All the while, I feel his downright silver eyes on me. Silent, as always when I told him about something. After my initial uncertainty towards it, I have to admit to really enjoying it by now. Very few people could listen so attentively and let you talk in peace. For the normal human being the life time races only in such a way past them. Even if it felt for me also partly so, I had however much more time than this and therefore enjoyed such a conversation only too gladly.

His rosy lips slightly pressed together and with an almost indistinct look on his part, we remain silent for a while. His eyes literally bore into me and leave a shiver down my spine when he finally speaks up: >>It's a poor thing, for one man to profit from the suffering of poorer ones.<< His voice is graced by a touch of coldness.

>>I don't like the inhumane conditions in the factories either. However, it is unfortunately not in my hand to change this.<<, I defend myself sadly with lowered eyes. But he is right. Even children are not protected from the work in the factories. >>It's how it's done, sadly.<<

>>But you can do what is in your power. No matter how trivial it seems.<<, he counters with a piercing look and no emotion on his face.

>>You're giving me advice? After 400 years? But yes, I will consider it.<<, I try to cheer up the situation a bit with a small smile, even if the current topic offers nothing to laugh about. Again I take a sip of the tea, at which I must note that it has now cooled down just like the mood. A small, barely noticeable nod on his part. Change of subject!

>>I saw a production of Romeo and Juliet yesterday. I wanted to pay my respects to our mutual acquaintance after all this time. But can you imagine? The idiots had given it a happy ending. Can you believe it? This sacrifice for love's sake, just undone by such a misappropriated glossing over of the ending.<<, I talk myself into a rage angrily over this fact. I take a last sip from the cup and set it down again.

>>That will not last. The great stories will always return to their original forms.<<, the man across from me replies as a barely noticeable smile slips across his lips. It literally drew me under its spell.

>>You made some kind of deal with him, didn't you?<<, I chuckle lightly out of joy for Will and the legacy he left us. One that I hope will last forever.

>>Perhaps.<<, he confesses.

>>What kind of deal? His soul?<<, I joke, unable to suppress a growing smile. It is ironic that even today I am not one hundred percent sure whether I am really paying for my long life only with my information, or with more.

>>Nothing so crude.<<

>>Four hundred years now, I've been meeting you here and there is so much I still don't know. Who are you? Truly? What's your name?<<, I suddenly ask him again full of ambition to finally get an answer. His lips slowly open after a brief thoughtful moment.

Before he makes the slightest sound, however, a female voice behind him snaps me out of my trance-like state: >>I might ask both of you the same question.<< Both of our heads turn towards it and catch sight of a young woman. Admittedly very attractive.

>>Please, please, do not trouble yourselves to rise. These are Michael and Tobias,<< she says as she walks around the small table between the man in black and me and stops in the middle of it. >>Smugglers by trade. Altough, they're only too glad to augment their earnings by slitting thorats. If you move, they'll slit yours.<<

Trembling at her words, I have to swallow and let my eyes wander back and forth between the two men.

>>They tell of a tale in these London parts, that the Devil and the Wandering Jew meet once every century in a tavern.<<

With a quick glance in his direction, I see that my companion is doing the same. A touch of disbelief in both of our faces. She sounded very convinced of herself. As she continues and with a quick movement produces a note, we look back at her. >>Two years past, sewn into the shirt of dead man, I found this.<<, with these words she comes closer and places the note on our table. There are two people pictured at a table, on the left he and on the right...me?

>>Is that meant to be me? Oh, I look terrible, but you look worse.<<, I joke and give him a quick grinning look.

>>You return to this pub every 100 years, striking bargains with men sharing gifts, immortality, which you will now share with me.<<, she demands in a firm tone, fixing her gaze on the stranger. >>Well, have you nothing to say?<<

>>I am no Devil.<<, the stranger corrects her in a triumphant tone, the corners of his mouth slightly bent.

>>And I'm not Jewish.<<, I quickly add and grin mischievously at her.

>>Fie. What manner of creatures are you then?<<

>>Who wants to know?<<, I now want to know, but more interested in her than originally expected.

>>I'm Lady Johanna Constantine. You will both follow me. My coach is without. I can see there is so much you can tell me. So much I can learn.<<, she enthuses with a twinkle in her eye.

>>No.<<, the stranger's voice again pierces the room. Lady Constantine presses her red lips together, her brown eyes boring into him. I match her in a more subtle way with the latter. Did I expect a different answer from him? I am not quite sure.

>>No, I think not.<<, the stranger adds as he returns her gaze through his dark lashes. If he would look at me like that in another situation... I'm sure my legs would betray me. Still not amused by his words, the woman moves behind Michael and Tobias, who are now slowly approaching us. The iron blades approaching our heads.

>>Get up.<<, hisses one of the two.

Afraid that something bad might happen to us, I jump up and smash my cup against the head of one of them. This immediately shatters and causes a rain of shards. At the same time, I grab the back of his head and slam it down on the table. Straight after that I kick the other one in the middle with the heel of my shoe, which makes him groan in pain and forces him to his knees. As I turn to Constantine, I immediately take a step back as again this evening a dagger points at me. A little out of breath, I can't suppress a small gasp and look back and forth between her and the dagger.

>>Wait.<<, the dark voice sounds behind me. The chair scrapes lightly across the floor as the stranger sits up. My eyes still fixed on the blade in front of me, they widen as out of nowhere a...cloud of sand slides into Constantine's face? Her eyes slowly turn upward, her breathing heavy as she whispers: >>No.<< The dagger comes clattering to the ground before she sinks to her knees and continues: >>No, not you. I'm sorry.<<

Confused and frightened, I crouch down and look at her with concern. >>What did you do to her?<<, I confront him as I turn around.

>>She has old ghosts that I've shown to her.<<

Unsure about this whole situation, I stand up and give him a serious look. He briefly glances at the floor. >>You need not have come to my defense.<<, he asserts with the corners of his mouth curling slightly.

>>Clearly.<<, I reply with a smile, >>Still, I didn't want to be drinking alone here in 100 years' time.<< The grin he gives me is indescribable and evokes a lot of different emotions in me.

>>I don't suppose you care to find another pub tonight?<<, I start trying to prolong our unexpectedly interrupted evening together.

>>She may have told others about our meeting. It will not be safe for you.<<

>>I'm perfectly safe. I can't die, remember?<<

>>Aye. But you can be hurt or captured. We must be cautious.<< Do I hear a hint of worry?

>>Always.<<, I take a deep breath, >>A hundred years, then?<<

>>A hundred years.<< And so we part ways again for the time to come.

Strictly do not: copy, claim or translate those stories of mine anywhere else

tags: @mikariell95 @writing-fanics

#Morpheus #Dream #dream of the endless #Morpheus x reader #Dream x reader #Sandman #tom sturridge #tom sturridge x reader #sandman series #sandman x reader

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spideybatsy · 2 years

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Find me | Dream*

*of the Endless

Summary: Morpheus' partner cannot stand to stay in the decaying dreaming, it just hurts too much.

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x GN!Reader

WC: 1.3K

Warnings: a bit of angst, if I do say.

Notes: Apparently, white poppies represent dreaming. So, I wanted to include them hehe. Also, I did not proof read this. Please let me know if I've made a oopsie Masterlist

Thousands of years ago, you made a vow to always stay by his side. You created an unbreakable bond and committed the rest of your existence to him. For so long, you’d lived with him happily. Safe and secure in the realm of the Dreaming.

And now, he was gone.

It had all happened so quickly. He’d gone to Berlin to finally put an end to The Corinthian’s horror, it should’ve only taken a few hours. Hours turned into days, days into weeks and then eventually it had been months. Jessamy, his trust Raven, had not returned home either.

You’d tried to hold out for him, honestly. But every moment you spent in his decaying realm felt like a lifetime. The thousands of memories you’d made began to rot away with the rest of his kingdom. Even Lucienne’s library had disappeared.

By the time 80 years had passed, there was still no word. You could bare it no longer; the pain was too great.

So, you left.

You made a new life for yourself in a tiny cottage in Cornwall. It wasn’t much, nothing compared to the castle, but it was enough. Your heart ached for him every day but the pain was bearable now.

As usual, you pass the garden of white poppies to you collect the daily newspaper. The breath catches in your throat as you read the front headline.

Sleep Sickness Survivors Awaken.

This can only mean one thing. Morpheus, your soulmate, is free.

An uncontrollable smile spreads across your face, cracking the dry skin of your lips. After 105 years, he is back.

Then, there’s a sinking in your chest.

He is back. But he is not here. Nor are you in the Dreaming.

As fast as your hope comes, anxiety blooms. Is he upset with you for abandoning your post? For not finding him? Does he even love you anymore?

You’re unsure on what to do next. Travelling back to the Dreaming may be a bad idea, especially if he is not happy to see you. But waiting here, in your cottage, may further his anger.

The newspaper rips in half between your hands. You hadn’t even noticed how taut you were holding it. Perhaps you should take some time to think your options over. It’s been a century, surly a few more hours won’t hurt.

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It was decided. You’d wait a week to see if he came looking for you. After that, you would pursue him. The fear of his anger was great but nothing compared to the desire you had to see him again. You’d run your hands through his hair first, attempting to flatten the black bird’s nest, and stare into his eyes. Then, you’d gladly accept your punishment.

A voice in your head told you he’d come to you. That he loves and misses you as much as you do him.

The voice was wrong.

You’d waited by your window for days, staring into the garden and hoping for him. Sometimes a leaf would rustle, and you thought you saw sand blow in the wind, but he never appeared. You became increasingly anxious as you sat.

On the seventh day, you finally stood. Enough was enough, you would postpone no more. He may not love you anymore but you still loved him. 38 thousand days was enough, you needed to see him now.

With your head held high, you travelled into the Dreaming. The gate stood high above you and small smile graced your lips. You’ve come home.

Muscle memory led you to the doors before his throne room. Your hand hesitated, would he really be that angry? What if he cast you away?

You shook the thoughts away. The only thing that mattered right now was seeing him. Even filled with anger, his face was more beautiful than any other.

With a bated breath, you push the door open.

The chamber is empty, the silence is deafening. Your already fragile heart shatters, he is not here. He is not waiting for you. He is not even looking.

He loves you no more.

With glistening eyes, you head for the library. Lucienne has been there for you, she even helped you move into your cottage all those years ago. Your push the doors open and rush through the shelves of books, looking for her.

“Are you okay?” Lucienne emerges from behind a stack of books, eyebrows furrowed.

You run into her arms and latch on tightly. She doesn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around you. One of her hands rubs soothing circles on your back. The two of you stay like that for a few minutes and eventually, the waterworks stop.

Your eyes water as you step back, rubbing at your stuffed nose. Luci stays silent and watches as you regain your bearings. Her eyes are not judgmental, they are actually the opposite. You feel comfortable around her.

“He’s back, isn’t he?” Your voice is hearse as you ask.

“Yes.”

“How long?”

“A week now.”

Your back bumps against a shelve as you take a step back.

“A whole week and he didn’t even look for me.” Your voice cracks, “I should’ve known.”

Lucienne furrows her eyebrows again.

“I always loved him more than he loved me,” you admitted. The backs of your eyes sting and you look down at your hands, unable to look at her. “but I thought he would’ve cared enough to,” you need to take a moment to stop from crying, “to at least miss me.”

You’re so caught up in your sorrow that you don’t notice as the library door flies open.

“That’s not t-“ Lucienne is interrupted as a man storms down the aisle.

“Where are they.”

Your head shoots up, you would recognise that voice anywhere. It’s him, he’s here.

“Lucienne, where are they.”

Even from behind, he is the most striking man you’ve ever seen. His hair is sticking up, black as always. He wears his robes; they make his shoulders looks strong. You can’t tear your eyes away from him, or the Raven on his shoulder. It’s not Jessamy.

“Lord, what do you mean?” Lucienne asks.

Dream takes a deep breath but he seems rattled. “I went to the address you gave me, the cottage. They were not there.”

Luci goes to speak but he talks over her.

“I have not seen my partner for 105 years.” His voice is deep, threatening. “You will tell me where they are right now or you will face the consequences.”

“Uh, sir-“ The bird speaks, staring right at you.

“Not now, Matthew.” Dream continues to look at Luci. “I have spent every day since my imprisonment thinking of them. Missing them. I will not wait a moment more.”

“But sir,” the raven speaks again. “They’re here.”

He let’s out an irritated sigh, “Matthew, now is not the time.” He turns his head to address the bird but stops when he sees you, standing there.

Fresh tears run down your cheeks; your eyes wide as you look up at him. He looks back, frozen in his spot.

Then, a massive smile curls his mouth. Eyes glistening, he hastily comes forward. You wrap your arms around him and hold on so tightly, it would crush a mortal man. He cradles your head, holding it to his chest.

You don’t know if you stood like that for a minute or 20 but eventually you pulled back. Your eyes meet each other, he’s crying. You’re crying. With one hand, you reach up and try to smooth down his hair. It doesn’t work. A smile sits on both your faces as you hold his chiselled jaw in your palm.

His voice is deep, the echoes of it vibrating through your chest. “My love, I have missed you.”

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