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fire on fire | chapter. 03 | morpheus x scarlet witch!reader

pairing: Morpheus x Scarlet Witch!Reader (she/her) summary: The Lord of Dreams falling in love with a being capable of spontaneous creation – what could possibly go wrong? note: You are not Wanda Maximoff. You’re just you who happens to be the Scarlet Witch and all that entails. previous chapter: chapter. 01 | chapter. 02 a/n: no beta we die like jessamy

Sat on his throne, overlooking the heart of his palace, Morpheus has never felt so small – so without power. The King of Dreams and Nightmares they called him and yet he was bested by a bumbling amateur with a delusion of grandeur, seeking to prevent that is which is the most natural thing in existence and as a result has committed a graver offense. He has half a mind to demand his sister relinquish Roderick Burgess to him so that he may throw the mortal on his knees before you and beg for your forgiveness.

He felt his heart swell at the mere thought of you, his sweet Y/N. His mind at ease and free of thoughts of mortal men and their greed for what they do not deserve. Such were the effects you had on him. Perhaps it should be a concern that you had such sway over a sovereign and in extension his realm – yet the Dream Lord could not bring himself to care for why would you seek to possess what already belongs to you? You possessed all of him and all that entailed.

“My Lord,” The courteous voice of his librarian pulled Morpheus out of his musings, “If I may ask…” He looked over to see Lucienne shifting uncertainly at the bottom of his throne, a thick volume clutched against her as she peered over her spectacles, “Now that you have recovered your tools of power as well as have reunited with her ladyship, where do we go from here?”

“Nowhere for the time being.” Morpheus stated simply and in a tone that brokered no argument, “I endeavour to heal with my love and rebuild my realm.”

The silence from his subject was telling but Morpheus waited to hear it himself, “And…what of the prophecy, my lord?”

Lucienne could only blink as her king disappeared in a swirl of sand and materialize before her in a matter of a millisecond, towering over her with his face a picture of the calm before a storm. “Know that I am fond of you Lucienne, but I will not hear more of this damned prophecy.” He declared in a low growl, head tilting slightly to the side, “Y/N will one day be your Queen, and nothing will ever change that.”

“I do not seek to change that or sow doubt in you, your grace, however we have to acknowledge the consequences of your union.” This placated the Endless slightly, leaning back to reward her loyalty with some distance from him, “Your…siblings will not stand for it. Perhaps her grace Death, but the rest will attempt to either claim the Scarlet Witch for themselves or seek to destroy her.”

The Scarlet Witch was but one facet of you and yet it seems to be the only thing that mattered to others outside of him – as if that was the only thing you were. As if the fact that you were, perhaps, the most beautiful being in existence didn’t matter. The notion was simply lost on the Dream Lord.

“Your words have merit.” Morpheus conceded, unable to refute her caution. Endless were the embodiment of absolute order. Him and his siblings directed the fundamental forces of the universe and ensured they fulfilled their purpose. Your existence, however, was the antithesis of theirs. It was as if the universe wanted to break free and manifested you to break its chains. You were not written on the Book of Destiny nor were you one day arranged to enter the Sunless Lands. Even your dreams were not influenced by the Dreaming. You simply existed.

“I will not lose you again.”

Lord and subject turned to see you approaching, the look of determination on your face matching the unwavering manner in which you delivered your declaration.

Lucienne took a step back as Morpheus moved to meet you, “You will not lose me again, my love.” He spoke softly, his entire countenance shifting to that of complete affection. While he believed those words wholeheartedly it was evident from the way you pursed your lips that you did not, heart still fresh from your loss of him as if it happened yesterday. In a way it did, he supposed, for your magic never truly allowed you to grieve him.

“They robbed me of you.” The words left you through gritted teeth, “Of a life we will never have. Of a version of myself I will never know.” You kept your eyes on his despite the crack in your voice brought upon by the hatred in your heart.

The words of warning from the prophecy echoed in his mind. 'The Scarlet Witch is not born; she is forged.' Perhaps humanity, in its arrogance, inadvertently forged its greatest threat.

Morpheus watched as, in your anger, your magic begins to manifest just above your eyes and slowly unfurl to form a crown of pure red energy – angry and vengeful. It does not deter him, however, as he reached out to cup your face with both hands and leaned forward to press his forehead against yours.

“Heal with me, my love.” He whispered, unable to hide the plea in his voice, “Roderick Burgess is no more as well as his cowardly son who stood by and did nothing. They will never take me from you again – this I promise you.” He felt your magic dissipate and calm even if your breathing continued to be shallow.

“Should my siblings dare to interfere in our love I will defend you as staunchly as I know you will defend me.” He pulled away then to gaze adoringly at you, so utterly deep in his devotion to you. “All will know of my intention to make you my Queen.” His voice, like liquid seduction, caressed your face. When he leaned down this time it was to plant an open-mouthed kiss on your jaw, “When I plant my children inside you no one will ever dispute the fact that you are of the Endless.” His lips moved to caress the corner of your lips, “Wife of an Endless,” He whispered an inch away from your lips, “Mother of my children.” He caught your lips in a hungry, desperate kiss. A century in the making.

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