#this is why lucienne runs the library instead

[chessuga]

I think it’d be so funny if Dream had really shit taste in books. Like he has a whole library filled with every piece of literature ever written and yet he prefers the really trashy YA novels. Mans is dating a uni professor yet reads Colleen Hoover or something

Bonus points if he has no idea how terrible his own taste is because my guy is oblivious as hell

#this is why lucienne runs the library instead #she probably banned him #hob supports his bf but at what cost #rose would weep #shitpost #the sandman #the sandman dream #netflix the sandman #headcanon

[attackurheart88]

Ooo if it’s okay, can I please request a Soft Yandere Morpheus x fem!innocent!human!reader where she somehow accidentally ends up in The Dreaming and Morpheus is fully ready to let out his wrath at her intrusion, but after talking to her spending time with her, he decides he doesn’t want her to leave, ever, and intends to make her his Queen

You weren't supposed to be here.

Morpheus watched in the shadows as the woman hummed peacefully to herself weaving flowers unaware of the danger lurking behind her. As soon as Mathew alerted him to your presence, Morpheus teleported over in anger. It was only a few months since his capture and his dislike of humans had increased greatly. The dreaming was the only place where he could live peacefully without any worries or fears he would not let a human ruin it.

The birds flew away and the deer and squirrels were quick to scurry. Once Morpheus made himself known the happiness in the air dissipated. He watched as you tensed finally feeling his presence and turned.

“Who are you?” his voice wasn't raised yet it carried such force you were quick to back up. “You're not supposed to be here.” he snarled.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn't know I just sorta appeared.” Your voice was so soft and sweet. It suited you. “I didn't mean to trespass, my name is Y/n.” Morpheus stared blankly at your outstretched hand. You were being kind? Why? You were clearly afraid so why go through the trouble? Was it a trick? A way to get into his head?

A small peep drew his attention behind you. There was a bird wounded by your feet. Morpheus anger sparked up again. “You dare come into this forest and harm its inhabitants.” A sudden force flings you back into a tree.

“Ow.” you slid down painfully watching in horror as he made his way closer. “Wait, please! I didn't hurt it. It fell from a tree I was trying to rebuild its nest.” your small hands were held up as you explained. Morpheus took notice of the small scratches and cuts on your fingers.

As quickly as that anger came it lessened.

One look at your doe eyes and tender expression had Morpheus’s head running. It contained glimpses of fear but no hint of lies. You were telling the truth.

Releasing you, Morpheus took a step back and waved his hand.

The bird flew in circles now fully healed and the scars that once littered your hand vanished.

“Incredible,” you whispered. “Thank….you.” But he was gone.

Morpheus made his way back to his palace. Scouring through the books of his library for information on you. He should have banished you, threatened you, captured you. But he didn't. He couldn't. Despite the way he acted he couldn't find any fault with you. Nor did you harbor any sort of anger, hatred, or evil in you. You were too kind. The animals of Fiddler’s Green were not welcoming to strangers and would have attacked if you held bad intentions. Instead, they danced and sang to entertain you, to please you.

Why? Why were you here? Why was the dreaming so welcoming to you? Why was it he found it difficult to hurt you? Why did he feel the urge to touch you, kiss you, devour you.

Morpheus wasn’t new to the feeling of love. But the emotions inside his chest were different. They weren’t pure or sweet or gentle. They were fierce dangerous addicting. It was only a few hours since he saw you. But his mind was flooding with images of you and impure thoughts. Thought to take you to own you to take your innocence and corrupt it. Your sweet voice will be for him to hear, your soft eyes his to gaze at, and your body? His to ravage.

You were a virgin he was sure of it. He could smell it on you, innocence and purity radiating in waves just begging to be taken away.

“Lucienne.” The woman walked over. “My lord. Have you taken care of the intruder?” “Just about to.” Morpheus smiled to himself. Lucienne furrowed her brows confused.

“Prepare a room. I want it fit for a queen.”

For the next few days, Morpheus waits anxiously for your return. He's made all the proper preparations for you transitioning as his queen. A large bed, mountains of presents, and in case there are any resisting, some lovely chains to keep you still. But he's sure he won't need them for long. Soon enough you’ll learn your place and accept your new role happily. Unlike his former lovers, there will be no mistakes as you’ll never be allowed to leave his side.

Your sniffles and sobs could be heard echoing throughout the room. Morpheus is there with his arms around you. Gentle rubs on your hair as he whispers in your ear to console you.

“I-I want to go home,” you repeated for the hundredth time. Morpheus only smiled and shook his head. “This is your home, now love.” he cooed. “There is nowhere else for you to be.”

You will soon love him and depend on him for everything. Morpheus would become you're only priority as you his. Anyone who gets in the way of that, friend or foe will suffer the consequences.

As his darling, be sure to be obedient and never escape or look in another person’s direction. The consequences will be severe. You could be starved for a couple of days or perhaps be delivered the bloody head of the man who dared to talk to you.

Morpheus is passionate about his love but is equally cruel. Slowly he’ll break you down with love and punishments until you're his perfect wife where he’ll be able to love you and cherish you to his heart's content.

#morpheus #morpheus x reader #my posst #yandere morpheus x reader #the sandman x reader #obsessive love #yandere x darling #dream of the endless #yandere dream of the endless #innocent reader #fem reader #dream of the endless x reader #@attackurheart

[gabessquishytum]

Ok so we may have an issue… the idea of that hysterical literature au has wormed its way into my brain and I think I maybe have a completely new kink? Unfortunate, as there’s like… not too much content like that, but god does it something special for me. anyways, Ive been thinking:

What if Dream’s never revealed his face or anything else about himself, he’s incredibly well known but also incredibly secretive. He reaches out to Hob’s agent. (And then watches through more of hob’s content, falling a bit more for hob’s easy smile and kind demeanor every time.)

On Hob’s side of things he’s just finished this project with a book he adores, he’s gone back and read through Dream’s book twice after filming, checked out what he could from the local library, and ordered the rest. He’s just so so enamored with the prose (and maybe a bit with the secretive writer). The video was a smash hit, and he’s been inundated with requests for more already. Then his agent calls, tells him that the author of the book reached out. Hob completely didn’t expect that, he’s gained a fairly devoted following, but he isn’t a Big Name or anything. He’s a bit worried at first, Was Dream upset? Did he want to sue or have it taken down? And then he gets told that dream would like to talk about doing more things with his books together? hob nearly faints in response. His agent (Matthew? Jessamy? Lucienne? Death? I’m partial to death maybe) has to make sure he’s not dead or in shock. He spends damn near a whole day just processing this information, and then responds with only slightly curbed enthusiasm. The two exchange words and ideas, both crushing helplessly on the other and consistently (and a bit guiltily) masturbating to each other’s body of works. there’s so much potential for feelings, smut, pining, a bit of mental anguish, and a healthy dose of shenanigans along the way

This could end any number of ways!

Maybe at some point Dream sees Hob in the pasta aisle of the grocery store, or at a favorite small local restaurant. He immediately leaves or hides or runs away, blushing furiously, but not before Hob sees him.

Maybe one of them writes up an overly indulgent never-to-be-sent email draft expressing their feelings. Only to have it accidentally send. Maybe they meet at a fancy event and hook up.

Maybe there’s meddling on the part of their respective agents.

who knows!

Love,

💍 anon

AMAZING!!!!! Just. Omg. This au is SO good and I’m so pleased you’ve expanded on it here!! I’m obsessed.

Just. All the feelings that must be going on!!! Hob is half in love with Dream just through reading his books, and even though they’ve never met he’s just absolutely captivated by him. As they exchange emails, Hob just can’t work out why Dream is being so cool and nice to him, and enthusiastic about the project!!! Hob adores his career and is very proud of what he’s achieved, but he expects that someone like Dream would look down on his life choices and be rather judgemental. But Dream is polite, interested, always keen to take Hob’s point of view when they work together. Hob is still doing other shoots but he’s constantly thinking about Dream, his books, his way with words. It’s an obsession at this point.

Dream is in the exact same mental state!!! Hob is constantly sending him drafts of their collaborative project to get his opinion on the quality of the reading, the amount of build-up towards each climax, even his outfit! Poor Dream is trying to offer a professional, artistic opinion but he can’t even think about it properly until he’s wrung himself dry of orgasms. He’s a complete disaster and all he wants to do is write about Hob… so he does. He makes Hob into the protagonist in his latest novella, about a man who is driven to ecstasy when he hears the music of a certain composer. It’s… a thinly viewed depiction of real life.

And when Dream finishes the draft, he sends it off to Matthew for a read-through. Or at least he means to send it to Matthew. Instead, it ends up attached to his latest email to Hob, and he doesn’t realise until it’s too late.

Does Hob work out that Dream has written this new story about him? Unfortunately he’s a little bit oblivious… until he records himself reading it just like he’s done with the other stories, and he suddenly gets a very pleasant bolt of post-nut clarity and finally realises that maybe he does have a shot with Dream after all <3

#💍 anon #dreamling #the sandman #nsft #hysterical literature au

[darthstitch]

Strange Things That Happened In History Class

Cryptid Teachers

Professor Gadling had to take a moment. He really did.

It was that or explode into hysterical laughter right that very second and that really wasn't going to help his cause now, was it?

The paper he was trying to grade was supposed to be an essay on the suicide of Crown Prince Rudolf at Mayerling and its indirect effect on World War I. Instead, what he got was "Our Four Cryptid Teachers on Campus."

And a List, which deserved to be quoted in its entirety:

a. Professor Robert "Hob" Gadling - Probably knew Shakespeare IRL; explains why he has such a hate-boner for him

b. Professor Adam Pierson - has an actual motherfucking SWORD hidden somewhere in his clothes (maybe it's like Hammerspace?!!) and might possibly DUEL other immortals; maybe the OLDEST immortal because he talks about ancient EGYPT like he's been there, done that and worn the t-shirt

c. Professor Duncan Macleod - the OTHER sword-wielding immortal

d. Professor Nicholas Chevalier - VAMPIRE?!!! OMG?!!! Also, his Dad is legit creepy and we sincerely believe he's legit a vampire?!!!

Honestly, there was only one, sane, sensible way to respond to this.

Dustin, interesting essay choice there, lad, but I was rather expecting something about poor Crown Prince Rudolf and not speculations about my cryptid status. Incidentally, thank you for realizing that I'm not the Oldest Immortal around, yes, Professor Pierson wears his Ancient Egypt T-shirt with pride and yes, you'd do well to steer clear of Lucien Lacroix, that one gives me the willies.

You have a day to give me the right essay, so chop chop!

2. The Cat Thing

"So maybe his fursona is a cat, did ya ever think of that, genius?!"

"Ahahahaha, right, sure, Steve, he uses meows, purrs and trills like a legitimate language and the cats understand him - this is NOT a fursona thing my friend!"

"Also, Steve-o, I didn't think you knew about things like fursonas..."

"Eh, you've been around the Internet long enough, you pick up on some things, Wheeler."

"So Murphy speaks Cat like legitimately, actually speaks Cat, not just like us humans doing random meows."

"Yep."

"Score 1 for the Cryptid Candidacy! We're adding Murphy to the list."

"Actually, humanity knew how to speak feline once. The knowledge was lost, aeons ago. Isn't that right, Miette?"

"Meow!"

"I could tell you that Story, if you've a mind to listen."

"GYAAAAH!!!!"

3. Typhoon Morpheus

First off, Isabel didn't really actually mean to eavesdrop.

She'd submitted the wrong paper for the classwork they'd done today and while it wasn't as spectacular a mistake as Dustin Henderson's Cryptid List - it was still, obviously, the wrong paper. So she was just hurrying to fix things, although she was a little nervous, because Professor G seemed to be in a bad mood the whole day.

She was just about to knock on the door when she heard:

"Look, Gadling, you gotta do something. Caw!"

That voice sounded oddly familiar.

"Oh, Christ, what now?"

"Whatever it is you two did, fix it, for the love of Murphy. Do you see these feathers, man? I am soaking wet - it's been raining in the Dreaming and it hasn't stopped. Lucienne's already got all the rest of us trying to save the books in the Library from the flooding."

"Raining."

"Yeah. The boss thinks you don't love him anymore. So, boom, cue the rain. Thunder and lightning. Sturm und Drang - the works, you know?"

"Wait. Hang on, he thinks we've broken up?!!"

"Duh? Yeah?!!"

"Oh for Chrissakes, it was just a silly, ridiculous argument - I'm - hey, Matthew, remind me to kiss the stupid out of that idiot. After I yell at him. And kiss him stupid again."

"Reminder set, Other-Boss. Can we go now?"

Isabel told herself she was never, ever, going to speak of this to anyone - even if the fact that she had witnessed Matthew talking was probably enough to confirm Murphy's Cryptid Status on Dustin's stupid list.

4. Stranger Things

"Run this by me again, love," Professor Gadling said, in obvious bewilderment. "You're a Dungeon Master? What is that?"

"Not anything kinky, Professor G! AHAHAHA!" Dustin Henderson said in overly cheerful tones.

Murphy slanted the boy a look of wry amusement. "I think he understands that already."

"He's our DM for Dungeons and Dragons, Professor," said Will Byers. "It's a storytelling game."

"Ah, of course, a storytelling game, why wouldn't His Darkness the Prince of Stories be interested in that?" Professor Gadling said wryly.

"He's the best DM ever," volunteered Iggy Pop. "Like, the way Eddie went down fighting the demobats with Metallica, that was like, truly epic."

Murphy inclined his head in a regal almost-bow. "I can only but inspire. And I rather enjoyed young Eddie's performance. Truly something only a Master Bard could do."

"I'm still dead though!"

"Relax, man, we'll bring you back in flashbacks or something. Or maybe make you into a vampire!"

"Hey, you'd better - because I am this close to writing the Love Song of Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington and posting it on AO3!"

Professor Gadling knew when to give in. "Fine, you can use The New Inn for your session tonight. Just try not to wreck the place while you're off trying to fight the forces of darkness or whatever."

Murphy leaned over to drop a kiss into his hair. "We'll put all the breakables away before we begin our quest anew, dearest."

-end-

Footnote the First: Shortly after Dustin compiled his List of Cryptid Teachers on Campus, a new Professor joined the faculty, having retired from his former tailoring job at Kingsman. His name? Michael Percival Archangelus.

Footnote the Second: Dream of the Endless is not quite sure how he ended up adopting Hob's students and joining their D&D group, but he is quite charmed at their imagination and creativity and thoroughly enjoyed the idea of designing a villain formidable enough to test them.

Footnote the Third: Look, Dream still hadn't quite gotten all the nuances of a healthy relationship but he's at least figured out that minor spats and squabbles do not equate to breaking up and ending things forever. Hob's made sure of that. The kisses definitely helped.

****

Did I also just crossover Forever Knight, Kingsman and Stranger Things into this ridiculousness? Yes, yes I did. Nobody tell Neil.

Also, the "Michael" in this story is the headcanon Michael I came up with for the Lucifer show. Except obviously, this Michael isn't an evil twin douchecanoe but is an actual legit good guy... who uh.... spent a few years with Kingsman.

#the sandman #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dream/hob #dreamling #stranger things #highlander #forever knight #i crack what i want #bwahahahahaha #nobody tell neil

[foolish-spectre]

✴Yellow Rose (Chapter Three)✴

✴ Word Count: 1871

✴ Warnings: (implied) Nightmares, Friendship breakup, crying

✴Prompt, Masterlist, Chapter 1, Chapter 2

To welcome back Dream to their kingdom, you gathered a single pot of flowers and a basket full of warm bread and soup. The flowers were reminiscent of a gift you received long ago, roses that resembled its gifter. Instead of stars and a night like hue, they arrived in many a  different color. Pink of peony, red of cherry, blue of bluebells, yellow of sun, orange of fruit, green of emerald, purple of lavender, white of silk, and black of Dream’s coat. One of each rose symbolized you in all your different forms, for it bloomed in the presence of its designated scene. The last flower was a particular breed that you’ve wanted to gift the Lord of Dream for many nights, for it sparkled under the moon. Morpheus looked skeptical of your gifts of food. 

“It’s for the warmth of your soul, I made it just for you!” You beamed. 

Dream nodded slightly in gratitude, his nostrils were blessed with the scent of sweet corn, freshly baked bread, and cooked meats. 

After receiving your gifts, you turned to Lucienne with a similar gift yet matched her soul, begonias, gladiolus, and a freshly baked pie. Morpheus tried to pay no heed to the pie but his eye betrayed him with a twitch. In fact you gifted every denizen of his kingdom with likewise gifts to welcome them all home, those that you couldn’t deliver personally were sent with your birds and parcels. 

Lucienne greeted your gifts with a knowing smile and a gift of her own, novels of the latest authors, to which you excitedly accepted. Dream expected that you had been giving gifts of aid while he was absent. A pang of guilt circulated his body once more, yet your unwavering smile soothed the prick. His feet betrayed him and walked forward towards you, but you waved goodbye to him and Lucienne as you flew away. 

Two flowers bloomed from within Dream’s basket. One that resembled Dream’s piercing gaze in the dark bloomed before you left and the other, of a gentle purple, kept on blooming as you left. Their gaze turned to the everblooming rose, Morpheus didn’t understand why it kept growing or rather he wished to explore it with you. All he knows is that your visit was far too short, Morpheus was pulled from the sea of his own thoughts by his raven. 

“Hey Boss, who was that?” Matthew queried, while smelling the freshly baked goods. 

The bane yet salve of his existence. “A friend of Desire.” 

“Woah, are you sure you should let them here then?” 

“They are not of Desire’s realm, the two of them have a partnership that rivals the length of time.” 

Matthew’s brain tried to assemble the puzzle pieces, “Are they an Endless?” 

“They are no sibling of mine.” 

Looking for more clues, the raven glanced at the roses, “Love?” 

“That is their current name, their original has been forgotten by mortals.” 

If Ravens could smile, Matthew would be a prime example, “You should send Love a card then, it sure is pretty thoughtful of them. Do you think they have anything for ravens?” 

Instead of an answer, Dream took out a piece of bread and chucked it at Matthew, to which the latter caught. 

Months had passed before Dream heard any mention of you again; many dreams and nightmares were created by him in the meantime. That was what was supposed to be intended but he heard you talking to Lucienne in the library every week. As if you wanted to avoid him, in his memories, you were far more inviting and confident. Yet the glimpses he did see of you, your movements reminded him more of a mouse skittering about a dining room. When the sun rose and the mortals awoke from their slumber, Dream took a break from his creations to trek towards wherever you may be. 

Although it wasn’t difficult considering that he is the Lord of the Dreaming, they found you in the Fiddler’s Green, admiring the greenery. You looked like you were running away from someone with your weary gaze, apparent bags underneath your eyes, and trembling frame. Yet when Morpheus caught your eye, you straightened your clothing and masked yourself with a smile. Their gaze determined to figure out the cause of your distress as the Lord of Dream stalked over to your seat. 

“Hello Dream, it’s been a while.” 

“I see you’ve made yourself comfortable within my realm.”

You sputtered, “Sorry- I can leave if you want, I know you don’t like anyone-”

“You are a messenger, the doors of Dream are welcome to you at any time. I sensed your distress from the castle.” 

You took a breath, “Nothing ever escapes your eyes, huh?” 

Dream’s lips tried to prevent a smile from peeking through. 

“It’s just some weird dreams I’ve had, they’ve been happening ever since you were gone.” 

Dream’s eyebrows furrowed, “And you did not ask for aid?” 

“I just didn’t want to bother you.” 

A thought passed through Morpheus’s mind before he uttered, “If it is affecting your work then it is a cause for concern.” 

You sprang up, almost offended at the Sandman telling you that you were unsatisfactory in your work, “I’ll have you know that I have never been better, so much love is happening that it would be a shame not to shout it to the skies! You know what?! I’ll show you!” 

You took the Sandman’s hand and unraveled your wings, their hands in yours, you gave them a flight out of their realm. With his coat billowing in the wind, you carried the pale man across the border between the Waking and Sleeping worlds. Dream had seen many fantastic sights within his realm and even in the Waking world but to see what you saw every day, was jaw dropping to say the least. The sky filled with a picturesque sky clashed with the muted colors of a sky polluted by light, colors blurred yet separated, and the feeling of wonder would’ve left any mortal’s mind by now. 

Still the waking world had more distinct smells and tastes, he could taste the humid air and smell the morning dew. Your grip on his arms tightened as the two of you reached an apartment in London, his shoes gently landing on the rooftop as he came face to face with you. Your wings lowered and disappeared as you checked to see if Morpheus was alright, content with your assessment, you turned to a person crying on the roof. 

Her tears painted the concrete and her sobs rang throughout the empty streets. Your companion stayed in the shadows as you gently but firmly stepped on the ground to make your presence known. Startled, they whipped around to see you, holding your hands up to make it clear you meant no harm. She blurted out, her distress on full display, “Why are you here?!” 

Your eyes softened, “I’m here to help.” 

“How?! It’s not like you can change what happened!” they realized that they almost gave their situation away. “I don’t even know you, just leave me alone!” 

Holding your ground like a well trained therapist, you spoke, “Your best friend, Lila, just ditched you for the fifth time this month and disregarded your feelings, I think far too many times.” 

The person clenched her sleeves, “Who are you? 

“I’m a friend, but you may call me Love.” 

Bewildered, she questioned you, “How… Wait why are you even here, this doesn’t concern you.” 

“Of course it does, dear. You love her.” 

Their face crinkled, “I- I don’t love her, I’m literally aroace.” 

“Not that kind of love, silly. I’m talking about the love between friends, philia.” 

She remained silent. 

“Friendship is just as important as romance,  but I think you know that very well.” 

The tears increased, “Yeah, but she keeps ditching me for her boyfriend and doesn’t seem to give a shit about me.” 

“And I’m sorry.” 

“It’s not even your fault. She always leaves to hang out with her boyfriend and never seems to… Even think about me unless she’s alone.” 

You remained silent to let her speak. 

“I-I don’t even know why she even does this, it’s like she doesn’t even care. I just postponed a meetup with my other friends just to have her cancel me. Why doesn’t she care?” 

Your eyes looked downward, “Do you want the truth?” 

They exclaimed, “Yes I do! What’s so special about her love life when I’ve been there all this time?!” 

“She doesn’t love you. Yes, you and her have been friends for so long but she took it for granted. She never put in the work, love is affection, yes. But it also means connection, it pains me to say this but, she never wanted to put in the work for you. She never cared.” 

Their eyes widened so much that the whites of their eyes consumed their irises, “She never cared.” 

Your eyes looked up, “But I have good news.” 

“What could possibly make this better?!” 

“I want you to know that your friends, the ones that you were originally going to hang out with, are thinking about you.” 

“You’re lying.” 

“Why would I lie? In fact, one of them is about to text you right now.” 

The moment you said that, their phone vibrated. She looked to you and you smiled and urged her to look at her phone. 

Julian: Hey Nicole! I don’t know if you’ll be awake for this but, if you’re free do you wanna get some brunch? Well early breakfast but my boyfriend couldn’t sleep and is just making a shit ton of foooood. Everyone else is gonna come, we’ll be waiting for you :) 

Nicole’s smile lost its form as they cried but they held their phone close to their chest. “But she…” 

“It will be either a long time or a very short one when you are able to cope with this loss, but you have friends who love you. Really love you. They have been there ever since you went by a different name, ever since you felt like you weren’t you. They care and it’s ok. It’s ok to mourn, but remember, you are loved. Nothing will change that.” 

You held out your arms and Nicole held you like an anchor in a storm, your wings sprang forth and wrapped around them. You rubbed circles into their back and swayed them as if they were your child, her tears blessing your clothes. After a long deserved eternity of crying, the sun opened the curtains and Nicole’s tears dried. Her face covered in tears yet plastered with a hopeful smile, she said one last thing before reuniting with her friends, “Thank you, I… needed this.” 

“Of course, everyone needs a good cry.” 

Nicole’s smile grew and her shoes could be heard going down the stairs. Dream stepped out of the shadows and your wings lowered but remained. Morpheus thoughtfully stared at you before his gravely yet rhythmic voice interrupted, “I never doubted you, your work is very comparable to mine.” 

Your smile no longer resembled a kindly parent but of someone who received a gift. 

He’s changed.

✴ Taglist  ✴

@ layla2-49

#the sandman #the sandman 2022 #the sandman x reader #the sandman fanfic #the sandman spoilers #dream of the endless x reader #morpheus x reader #my writing

[tobitofunction]

Dream Kids

If the Russo kids were Morpheus and y/n kids. I’m using the names of the kids from my previous Dream fic but it can be seen as a separate.

Mostly focus on Althea but has elements of Morpheus x reader in it.

“Concentrate Althea,” Lucienne said as she waited for the second oldest Dreamchild to turn a normal dove into a Jackalope,” It’s harder than it looks,” she said screwing her brows together,” Only if Lucienne gave us time to study for this *gasp* she did but someone was to busy throwing water balloons down at mortals with your mortal friends,” Atlas said making Althea gave him dirty look,” At least I have friends, mortal and immortal” you hissed, Lucienne sighed,” Althea concrete” Althea huffed and turned to the animal and in seconds it vanished but instead of a horned rabbit in its place was a stone,” Cute Jackalope,” she said quickly making noises in hopes that Lucienne will be fooled by this,” I gave you a week for this Althea,” Lucienne said as she sat back down between her brothers,” Well in case you forgot, I’m also going to a mortal school and I have to do some work there too and it’s hard to keep up with it all”,” Don’t you have like 11 missing assignment”,” 11? Hob said it was only 8″ Lucienne said,” Oh, that was status from a few weeks ago,” she said playing with her ring,” That’s why you aren't allowed to leave the Dreaming until you caught up with your assignments.” Lucienne said,” Orion, it’s your turn” the youngest of the three jumped and looked the bird straight in the eyes, quickly a Jackalope appeared making Althea roll her eyes at her youngest brother's success,” Well-”,” Hey what you all staring at? Never saw a rabbit with horns?” the  Jackalope,” Ohh must have thought of Matthew will doing this” Orion rubbed the back of his head,” Don’t worry Orion at least it’s a Jackalope unlike the nice rock our sister produced” Atlas teased,” Rocks are very useful brother. I can show you how useful they are. I can use your doll collection as an example”,” They are action figures” Atlas hissed,” Doesn't matter what they are called, I want to see how my Rockalope will be against them” she jumped up and grabbed the rock and ran out of the library with her twin brother running after her.

“Get off me, I got this from Desire, they be pissed if it got wrinkly” Althea said ripping her arm from her brother's grasp,” Althea” their father's voice cut through the air making the younger twin sigh,” Yes, Daddy” she said in a sweat voice looking at him with big eyes,”Dad, don’t get distracted” Atlas said,”She’s is trying to avoid punishment” he said nudging Morpheus with his eyes elbow,” Hob college does these Halloween balls/party every year, this year is Hob’s turn” Morpheus said,” Ahh do they want to have Atlas ex-girlfriends to be part of it” Althea teased making her brother gasp,” They might have been monsters but they had kind hearts” he defended,” Go on Dad” he said with a low voice,” Anyway, his last ball went well enough but people said it wasn’t scary enough, and the Professor who did last year made it a great success and teasing Hob about his failure”,” I would love too but Lucienne told me to work on my assignments, so maybe just let Atlas do it, like mentioned before he has experience with the supernatural” she said getting up ready to walk away from the conversation,” I have talked to Lucienne and she was willing to give you a couple of days of for you to do this”,” So if I’m hearing correctly, during our break, Althea not only has to do school work but also unpaid labour” Atlas laughed folding his arms,” well little sister, can’t wait to see watch you will make, it better scares me” he said wrapping his arm around his sister,” I thought I should make it scary, as having you scared is just putting Merv in front of you” Altas smile dropped,” That was before” he defended,” You mean just before our lesson with Luciene”.

“You really gave our daughter such a task” you chuckled as Morpheus massaged your legs which were thrown over his lap,” She is quite creative” he mused while stroking your cheek with his other hand,” Also very rebellious, how do you know that she doesn’t over do it?” you lifted a brow, you loved your daughter with everything you half but you knew her more mischievous and laziness causes more chaos than Loki the god of mischief could cause, maybe that’s why Desire loves her so much.” That’s why I have tasked Matthew to watch over her,” he said,” This could go either really well or really bad, you know that” Morpheus hummed and pecked your lips,” I say it will go rather well”,” Well let’s put a bet on it, if you win, you continue being control but I win, you let have the control for a century?” you teased making Morpheus smirk,” My love, you have a deal. Be prepared to carry another one of my children soon” he whispered into your ear which made you shiver,” We see about that”.

“Althea, nice to see you” Hob created the young Endless with a high five,” So you want me to put some magic into your ball/party thing,” she said,” Yeah, I need to beat that English Professor so bad, doesn't matter how” a smile appeared on Althea’s face,” Just what I want to hear, don’t worry Hob, you be the winner soon. Also if I win, I can rub it in Atlas face, now I just need to find a way to pass all of the assignments Lucienne wants me to do”,” Maybe, by putting some actual work into it?”, Althea started at Hob for a while before bursting into laughter,” That was good Hob, let’s get start it”.

“I don’t know Althea,” Harper, Althea’s best friend said,” Hob wants to win, so we need some spooky stuff and I can't go into Hell because Lucifer will tear me apart but Hades basically own my family something as if it wasn't for him Orpheus wouldn't be just a head” Harper sighed,” Why do you need me for it?”,”Human sacrifice... just kidding, I need a moral compass”,” Aww you see me as your moral compass?”,”Yeah, but let’s go to Greece, I need to talk to Orpheus, he knows the gates of the Underworld”,” Underworld?” Matthew cawed making Althea turn to the raven,” Finally you showed yourself, I thought you be watching me from afar forever”,” Wait you knew?”, Althea hummed,” Now moral compass and babysitter, let’s go to Greece” before either Harper or Matthew could say something Althea snapped her fingers and they appeared in front of the Place the oldest of Morpheus children is being held,” I’ll wait here?” Harper said,” Why? Don’t you want to try your shot with my other brother” Althea said with a giggle at the end,” No, my heart will be with Atlas forever-” she giggled making Althea roll her eyes,” I just don't want to see a decapitated head” she continued,” there isn't anything creepy about it, think about it like he’s a Halloween decoration. Now come on, I want to be over with so I can get back to doing nothing”.

“Hey there Orpheus?”Althea said, Matthew was sitting on her shoulder and Harper was hiding behind her, with occasional peaks to the head of Orpheus,” Little sister, what brings me this honours”,” I just need to know something, the Underworld, where is it located?”,” No”,” No?”,”Well, what a shame, let’s go, Althea, I bet we can find some nice nightmares in the dreaming” Harper said grabbing her friend's arm and trying to drag her out but it was no use,” What a shame, I bet Dad be pissed off about it, you know, that constipated look he something gets” she shrugged and grabbed Harper's arm,” Let’s go to the dreaming for those nice nightmares”, Harper gave her a confused look,” Wait, I help, but you bring me with you to the Underworld and when father finds out” Althea turns,” Of course, Harper will carry you”,” Harper will do what?”,”Go on, I’m the brains of this situation” Althea shrugged,” And maybe when Atlas will see you with Orpheus might get jealous and possessive” with that the endless human friend grabbed the head and walked out of the building,” Very manipulative of you” Matthew said,” Hey that’s a skill, I’m not proud of” she said in a serious tone before bursting into a giggle,” Just kidding, it can very useful. Now let’s go”.

“Over there,” Orpheus said,” Althea, I’m getting scared,” Harper said,” Why? It’s just the underworld, he can’t keep us there, we haven't died yet. So calm down before you die of a heart attack and be stuck there”,” She has a point. However, whatever Hades wants just do as he says, I lost the love of my life and my body because of that”,” Well, we are doomed then,” Harper said matter of factly,” Why is that?” Althea asked,” Are you serious? Althea, you are the queen of not listening”,” Aww, you think I’m a queen?” Althea said batting her eyelashes,” Focus, I don’t want to be like this. No offence” she said to Orpheus,” None taken”. Althea sighed,” Okay, I will listen but that’s the only time I will be doing it, so better remember that,” she said before summoning a torch.

“Althea of the Endless, did you bring us a Human sacrifice so we can put Orpheus back together?” Hades teased making Althea laugh,” No, I need her, she’s my moral compass,” Althea said,” I’m here to ask for a couple of your creatures, just be borrowing them for a party,” Althea said,” Why, should I help you?” Hades asked,” Because, you are invited alongside the lovely Persephone. We do want to party until we die”,” I do love Parties, let’s give them a hand, we do want to enjoy the party” Persephone mused,” Anything for you,” Hades said making Orpheus and Althea roll their identical eyes,” How romantic” Harper sighed,” I thought Dad was a simp” Althea muttered making Orpheus giggle,” Fine, choose one creature”,” Only one?”,” Young Endless, these are dangerous creatures in the underworld holds, humans shouldn't see this until the day of their death” Hades explained,” Fine, we take the scariest- OW Harper” Althea said rubbing her ribs,” Didn’t you just hear what he said?”,” Fine, we take Fluffy from Harry Potter”.

“Next, stop the dreaming. Let’s see if Dad found out or little trip” Althea winked at her brother.

“It looks different from the last time I was here” Orpheus admitted,” It’s more beautiful,” Orpheus said as Harper placed him on a random rock.” Lucienne said it changed when Dad met Mom, even more, when we were born” Althea said,” But, that’s enough of being sentimental. We need some nightmares which will match our 3-headed dog” Althea whistled loudly,” NIGHTMARES ASSEMBLE”,” A little warning next time” Harper said rubbing her ears,” Sorry”.

“The New Corinthian, I say yes, what do you think Harper?”,” Are there any less brutal ones?” she asked looking at a nightmare whose instead of two normal arms has two chainsaws in their place, the same goes for their head,” Oooh Chainsawman, you are hired to, go beside the Corinthian”,” Do you want to give people heart attacks?”,” They do what I say, nothing can go wrong here, I promise” Althea said putting her hand on her friend's shoulder,” Now, for a couple more,” she gently pushed Harper aside to look at more Nightmares,”trypophobia, disgusting. Perfect, you know where to go. No, no, no-”,” ALTHEA”,” Christ” she mumbled,” You went to the Underworld without my or your mother knowledge, and Orpheus you encouraged her behaviour and Matthew, you had a task of making sure she doesn't do anything reckless” Morpheus scarily calm,” Just to be sure, I was always against it,” Harper said peaking from behind her friend,” We figured,” Atlas said crossing his arms,” Hades could have tricked you,” he said to his sister,” But nothing happened, I’m fine, Orpheus is fine and Harper is fine. But looking deeper into this Dad, it’s all your fault, you wanted me to help Hob and that’s what I am doing” Althea said,” Unlike Harper who wanted the scariest creature in the Underworld as I went with the cute 3 headed-dog” Atlas looked at his sister with wide eyes while Morpheus was stunned,” Now Father, let me finish my task, as I want to do you proud” she said fake tearing up. “Zombie nightmares, follow the rest of us to Waking World, we have a King to make proud,” she said before snapping her fingers making her chosen Nightmares, Orpheus, Harper, Matthew and her disappear in a cloud of sand,” I have to give it to her, that was smart,” Atlas said cupping his chin,” She be the death of me someday” Morpheus mumbled,” Guys, guys, guess what I heard, Althea went to the Underworld without Dad’s permission with Orpheus and Harper. She is so much trouble” Orion said randomly appearing beside his brother and father.

“Althea, this looks great, the nightmares are scary. The 3 headed dog, cute and Scary and Hades.... don’t know much to say about him but this rocks” Hob said happily watching his ball take off,” Gadling, you have impressed me, those actors, were did you find them? They are fantastic just-”,” as they have been ripped from peoples nightmares?” Harper finished for the Professor,” Yes, I’m impressed, even though it’s hard for me to say, you-”,” Let me do it, Hob you are the new Halloween ball/party king” Althea said,” And let me start for you Hob, Althea you are the best help someone could ask for” she said making Hob nod,” Yes thank you Althea and Harper”,” No problem, at least someone acknowledged me” she said staring at Althea who gave her a big smile,” Come to Harper let’s eat”.

“How do you find the party Orpheus?”,” Fun but not as fun as seeing Father being stunned at you before” he smiled,” Yeah, that was good, if only you put so much effort in your school work,” Harper said throwing a piece of popcorn in Orpheus mouth,” Althea?” you said gaining your middle Child's attention,” Mom, Dad, Lucienne, egg heads. How do find the party?”,” Impressive, let’s see if you put that effort into your assignments tomorrow” the librarian smiled,” Good luck with that” Harper said,” Is that Hades? I probably could take him in an arm wrestle, come on Orpheus, I need something to put my arm on” Orion said picking is brother's head and walking towards the god of the underworld,” Scared Atlas?” she teased her brother who was clearly avoiding the nightmares around the room,” I have a surprise for Atlas, a special guest”,” Really?” he said relaxing,” Yeah, turn around in 3, 2, 1″ when Atlas turned he was faced with Merv,” Heya kid” a screeched left Atlas mouth and he ran out of the room, Althea was clutching her stomach laughing,” Thanks Merv, I own you on” she said high fiving the pumpkin,” Any Day Princess, my Lord and Lady” he said to you and Morpheus before heading off to door so he could scare Atlas again once he enters,” We are very proud of you, even though you went to the underworld without permission, but you helped a friend and you did it well” you said happily,” You are becoming a good woman Althea, a good woman with a dark side but still good” Morpheus smiled knowing that he won the bet against you. 

#the sandman morpheus #Morpheus of the Endless #morpheus x reader #morpheus x you #morpheus x fem!reader #hades #orpheus #hob gadling

[th1s1smyw0nd3rland]

Daydreamer II Dream of the Endless (Part 2)

✧Warnings: some explicit

✧Pairing: Witch! OC x Dream of the Endless/Morpheus

✧Summary: When Dream of the Endless was captured by the magus Roderick Burgess and imprisoned, the Waking World and the Dreaming seemed to be on the path to destruction with Dreams and Nightmares running rampant with no master to keep them in check. All hope seemed to be lost until a special little witch made her way into the Dreaming, her existence vastly different from any other human and with her abilities, maybe hope wasn’t lost after all.

✧Notes: I have only heard of the Sandman through the Netflix and though I’ve watched all of it, I know little to nothing of anything outside of it so apologies if some things aren’t cannon. I am doing my research as I write this out. I also haven’t posted my own writing on tumblr in years so if there are any tips, critiques on post formatting and/or the story of the Sandman in general, would totally appreciate it. (Just please be nice lol I’ve only started writing again all of a sudden)

✧Warnings: some explicit language but besides that, nothing else (yet)

✧Word count: 1711

✧ Part 1 Part 3

Katarina could feel her body slowly getting more tired as she and Lucienne walked around the castle, working together to test the young girl’s abilities as she did what she could to fix the falling castle. As Katarina moved rubble, the two conversed about what was happening in the Waking World and the realm, the two surprisingly quick to form a bond the longer they talked. Katarina spoke of what she could recall before she woke up in the Dreaming, nothing of the night out of the ordinary before she had gone to bed. Lucienne informed her about the Corinthian, the rogue nightmare who had made his way into the Waking World, which caused the King to take action and explained what he was doing out of the Dreaming in the first place. By the time they had reached the library, Katarina couldn’t help but slump against the first chair she could come into contact with, her head leaning against the back as she massaged her throbbing temples.

“My apologies, my lady,” Lucienne said as she stood beside her and Katarina couldn’t conjure the energy to question why she was suddenly calling her that instead of her name, “I may have pushed you too far.”

“No, no I’m good. Don’t worry, Lucienne I am glad I could be of help to clear some of the damage though I’m sure your King would’ve done a much better job.”

“What you have done is more than enough. Take a bit of a rest. I shall prepare some tea and dinner.”

“Thank you, Lucienne,” the young girl smiled up at the pointed ear librarian and she returned the favor, slightly bowing her head before disappearing. Katarina was now alone in the massive library and she somehow mustered the energy to scan the room, shelves after shelves and every nook possible covered in books. Her eyelids were growing heavy, her body sinking into the soft cushions of the chair and she let out a sigh as she willed her body to relax. Though it was only moments that had passed, Katarina felt more rested when her eyes opened as a tray was placed in front of her, a plate of food and a cup of tea piping hot on top of it. Her mouth seemed to immediately water but she sucked it back, not realizing how hungry she was since well, she was dreaming. Do you need to eat when you’re dreaming? She wondered to herself as she dug in, nodding a thank you to Lucienne, who bowed her head in return. 

“So…this Lord Morpheus of yours,” Katarina began after she had finished her meal, dabbing a napkin against her lips, “has been gone and because he is the King of Dreams and Nightmares, the whole Waking World will continue to suffer under the sleepy sickness?”

“That would be correct, my Lady,” Lucienne said and Katarina sighed, her hands leaning on the many books of dreamers that were laid out onto the desk. 

“And where is everyone else? Did no one else go to look for their lord, their king?”

“Many have, unfortunately. Some did go to find the lord but to no avail while others…well, I’m sure they’re making themselves right at home in the Waking World. When Lord Morpheus was here, we, as Dreams and Nightmares, were not meant to leave the Dreaming, let alone meddle in the lives of humans when they are awake.” Katarina nodded, her eyes turning back to the many books before, realizing that these were the books of dreamers. Some pages were writing themselves, scribbled text appearing and writing out exactly what was happening in their dreams while others remained blank, most likely the ones who had not slept. 

“You have my journal, yes?” Katarina asked and Lucienne nodded before handing her the book she was holding, her name written in beautiful golden cursive. “Perfect.” she smiled as she brushed her fingers across her name before she opened the book, flipping through the pages. 

“What do you mean, my lady?”

“If I am in the Dreaming and if all that I had left back here when my child self was dreaming, then everything that I was able to do back then would technically work, correct?”

“I…I suppose so,” The librarian said, though her eyebrows were still furrowed, her tone showing her uncertainty,  “Why do you ask?”

“Because that means that my spells worked. Even the ones I couldn’t get to work when I was awake and every one of those spells are written in this book that recorded my dreams.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning I can find Lord Morpheus and try to bring him home. I just need to find the right spell and I need to see exactly where he is.” Lucienne’s eyes widened as they both stood to hover over the books, quickly sifting through the pages. Katarina couldn’t help the smile as she was brought through her childhood, her dreams, everything that she had ever hoped to become as well as all the spells that she had learned or even written herself right there before. A caw from the distance tore their attention from the book as a raven of black and white perched itself on a globe on the table, its head tilting at them.

“Sweet Jessamy, you have returned!” Lucienne called in excitement and the raven squawked in excitement. “I cannot believe it has been over a century…have you found our lord?”

“Excuse me?” Katarina asked, “Over a century??”

“Yes,” Lucienned nodded and the young girl noticed the sadness that read across the librarian’s face, “It has been over a century since our lord had left the Dreaming.”

“How…how long have I been here? Asleep?”

“About eighty years, my lady.” The realization of time passing seemed to pierce through Katarina, not thinking about the concept until now. Her body seemed to react before she could, falling onto a chair with Lucienne’s help as her hands clenched into a fist. 

“Why have I not aged? Is that how it works here in the Dreaming?” 

“You take on the form as you wish, my lady,” The librarian said but her face showed more, Katarina urging her to continue. “However…on top of sending Jessamy to look for her master, our lord, I had her check on you and well…your physical body has also not aged after all these years.”

“How?”

“I’m afraid I do not have the answers you seek. According to Jessamy, your body is protected within the home you grew up in, your doors locked and the only other presences being caretakers…and your younger sister.”

“How is she?” Katarina asked quickly and Lucienne gave her a comforting hand on her shoulder, though she knew no comfort would be enough for the words she was about to give. “Is she…?” “She is, like you, spending time here in the Dreaming all this time. It has all but stopped her disease but only because she has remained asleep. Unlike you…she has aged.”

“Where is she? How have I not been able to see her all this time?”

“She is not like you…she is living her life here in the Dreaming but she doesn’t know it. Without Lord Morpheus here to monitor the dreams and nightmares, it is hard to tell exactly how she is living in this realm…and I have not been able to find her.”

“Fuck…” Katarina whispered, her head falling into her hands as she tried to swallow all this information down. She wondered to herself why she was so surprised by this information more than anything else. It only made sense that her younger sister had only two ends, one being eternal sleep or never sleeping and Katarina had to admit to herself that the latter would be a harder pill to swallow, knowing that her sister wouldn’t have survived if that is how it played out. She took a deep breath and just hoped, praying to the goddesses that her sister is at least able to have somewhat of a peaceful sleep, feeling a poke that drew her from her thoughts. Her eyes met that of the raven, who looked at her with piercing eyes and she could’ve sworn for a moment that blue, not black, eyes stared back at her for a moment. 

“Jessamy has seen where the lord is being contained,” Lucienne explained but Katarina’s eyes remained on the raven. Her hand hesitantly moved to settle on Jessamy’s feathers and she let out a gasp as pictures seemed to zoom through her vision. A picture of a manor, dark hallways, a red carpet before descending deeper into its passages, an old man, a young one, a young woman and a plethora of guards. 

“I understand,” Katarina whispered and she leaned down to be at eye level with the raven, her fingers brushing against her feathers. “Just get me closer, please, Jessamy. I need to see exactly where he is.” The crow cawed, seemingly in agreement before fluttering away back to the Waking World. When the two turned back to each other, Katarina gave Lucienne a nod, a silent agreement to keep searching for a way to return the Dream Lord home, their attention back to the books. 

Katarina realized rather quickly that she and Jessamy seemed to create a bond, though not one as strong as the raven and her master. It took a good amount of energy but with that and a lot of concentration, Katarina was able to see the Waking World through Jessamy’s. It felt like looking at the world through a fish eye’s lens and the young girl would find herself motion sick if she paid too much attention to the wind blowing through the raven’s feathers. For some time now, Jessamy would adventure through and around the manor, trying to get closer to where her master was being kept, giving Katarina a front row seat. 

“She’s getting closer,” Katarina muttered and Lucienne listened intently, holding onto the young girl’s hand. Grounding her, as she explained. “We’re almost there, Lucienne.” The raven was inside the manor, watching the old man - Roderick Burgess - lighting a cigarette before walking out of the room. That’s it, Katarina thought as Jessamy flew through the manor, lighting a cigarette and dropping it onto the newspaper that laid on a bed. As the flames came up, she flew into the basement, quick to hone in on the pale, man sitting in the glass sphere in the middle. Katarina couldn’t help the gasp that left her mouth at his state, unclothed, without literally anything but his own limbs to cover him. His eyes lit up at the site of the raven, standing up to meet her gaze as his hand went up, ghosting over the glass near her face.

“God, people are fucking disgusting,” she muttered but before Lucienne could have her elaborate, the young girl’s hand grip tightened and her body was suddenly tense. “Jessamy!” Katarina cried as the raven tried ever so fervently to break the glass with her beak, her wings fluttering loudly behind her. The young girl’s heart was beating faster and she let out a scream as a gunshot was heard and her eyes snapped open, tears quick to fall as the connection between them turned black, her presence back in the Dreaming.

“No…no!” cried Katarina as she stood up, slamming her fist against the desk as her tears dropped onto the paper before her. “They killed her, Lucienne! They fucking killed her!” Lucienne’s eyes closed, not allowing her tears to fall as Katarina sobbed, her body feeling everything the raven as well as the master felt as her life was suddenly taken. The paid Katarina felt in that moment was immeasurable, not understanding the wave of emotions suffocating her body.

“Emotions,” Lucienne said softly, trying to keep her composure, “Emotions are heightened here in the Dreaming, my lady.”

“Right,” Katarina sniffled out, violently wiping her tears as she looked up, a new fire blazing in her eyes, “They will pay for what they did to her, Lucienne. And soon.”

“My lady?”

“We found him.”

#morpheus x oc #morpheus fanfiction #morpheus fluff #the sandman #sandman netflix #sandman #dream of the endless #dream imagine #dream fanfic #dream fanfiction

[james-bucky-barnes-imagines]

name to be determined

please go easy on me this is something new im trying its gonna have marvel and sandman mixed (this may have some violence and mentions of blood also mabey some angst idk

you were a guardian to the winter soldier. you also helped him with missions. he never really needed the help but hydra wanted to make sure he wasn't able to run off . you trained together, you ate together you both hated that..., you slept together you were both put into those awful machines that made you cold and everything go black. at least those were separate. . . when they woke you up they strapped you into those chairs ... any time either of you screwed up both of you were punished for it until one mission went wrong and the target you were supposed to "take care of" got wind that the ghost and his angel were in town. you had no clue how he was able to find out. winter and you made your move in the middle of the night when the target was walking down the street. that really should have been a sign or maybe the trench coat should have told you he was a hunter. winter attacked first and the man was injured but he wasn't dead instead you watched him pull a knife out of his shoulder and then try to kill winter with it. You couldn't tell if winter had moved fast enough to avoid the attack. this should have been your wake-up call but no. you were a dumb ass and tackled the target and proceeded to try to finish the job but for all your efforts you were awarded a shiny silver knife to your chest. You screamed as you pulled the knife out and stabbed the hunter with it. You watched as winter pulled the knife out of the hunter's throat. he knelt by you. your vision was blurry "winter I'm sorry " you whispered holding your shoulder . " shhh he whispered as he examined the knife wound. the knife being pure silver burned where ever your skin touched it. He checked your hand "it was silver" he almost whispers. the knife had barely missed your heart causing you to bleed terribly. if you were human you would be dead because their hearts beat faster. your heart rate was very slow due to the vampire DNA mixed with your wolf genes. your eyes begin to close as you lost the battle to stay conscious. even though he bandaged and cleaned the wound. you were losing a lot of blood making you weaker than you already were kept by hydra. you barely moved as he scooped you up careful of your large wings. as the soldier walked down the street you began to dream for the first time. you found yourself on a beach with black sand in front of massive gates that were beautifully carved. you had no idea where you were as you had never been here before. you were frightened and awestruck at the sight before you. suddenly sand began to swirl and a man dressed in solid black with a long black coat with marble-like skin, messy hair, and beautiful blue-grey eyes appears before you. in a voice that was dark as the clothing he wore with a soft tone " you are new here I have never felt you here before. you respond quickly where is here? I need to get back to my human if I leave him too long ill get us both into trouble. the man declares "I am Morpheus dream of the endless, this is the dreaming my Realm". you are asleep. "how come I have never been here then ?" you ask. dream says take my hand we are going to my palace we shall find out why, we shall ask my librarian Lucienne. dream takes sand out of his pouch and throws it in the air the sand spins teleporting you both to the biggest Library you have ever seen. it has grand pillars with beautiful carvings and millions of books lining the shelves. good morning my king Lucienne says as she walks by carrying a stack of books. dream says Lucienne we are trying to find out why y/n has never visited the dreaming before now. Lucienne says in a light tone it may be because she is not fully human my king. you look up at her with a questioning look as to how she knew what you were.

back in the waking world, the soldier has to stop walking and lay you down because he has a burning pain in his left side. He looks down to see a deep slash in his side. He bandaged himself and picked you up again gently trying to no jostle you, as he carried you walking to the pick-up site he knew if he didn't return in time you both would really be in deep trouble. he could only hope you held on.

back in the dreaming you looked to dream and said who is y/n? you may have been in the dreaming but that didn't mean you had any memories. my king, I have never heard that name before sir. both dream and Lucienne looked to you. dream spoke his voice like velvet "you do not know your own name ?" you responded softly that is not the name I am called my human winter calls me death or angel others in the compound call me hybrid. dream says death is my sister's name. . . my lord if I may lucienne speaks up holding a dark-colored book to hand to him. dreams takes the book of your life and soon finds out all about you. he looks up after several minutes and says you don't ever get to sleep enough to dream. he did not wish to get you into any trouble back in the waking world. he did not want to ruin the risk of you being able to return to dreaming, so he did not tell you anything the book said about you. but he wondered why now you were finally able to visit the dreaming. he decided to take a trip to the waking world to find you.

you began to fidget with your wings becoming nervous. dream said softly don't worry you won't get into trouble for being here. but I must take my leave of you, for now, I have duties to attend to. if you need anything Lucienne will help you. you nodded thank you, my king.

you asked Lucienne may I go look outside? if I'm dreaming the sun shouldn't burn me. Lucienne says yes you can if you want I can show you around. that wouldn't get you into trouble, would it? you asked hesitantly. Lucienne no that is what lord Morpheus wants me to do. you are quite unique having never been to the dreaming before. dream leaves the two of you in the Library and leaves to go to the lake where he can find you as your dreaming in the waking world.

In the waking world, the soldier is at the pick-up point. He passes out as soon as he hands you over to the other agents they take both of you and left you in the medical wing they decided to put you in a healing tank. They clean the soldier's wound and stitch him up and give him 2 bags of blood in a transfusion then he is carried back to his cell. after he wakes He gives his mission report the mission was a success but somehow the target knew ahead of time.

in the dreaming you are wandering around the palace grounds outside enjoying the sunshine. Lucienne is giving you a tour of the beautiful garden.