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vetusmemoriae · 1 year

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Dark!Morpheus x GN!Reader

Author's note: This is inspired in @notenoughfanficofthis 's post. I was scrolling looking for a yandere Morpheus and found nothing, quite a shame. I'll do my best to use non-gendered terms, but if I have to use, I'll use feminine and masculine without especial regard.

Summary: With Morpheus away, the kingdom came to pieces. Once he's out of his imprisonment he comes to find that not only his kingdom is falling apart, but that his lover is gone.

He waited patiently, and trusted that his many decades- no, centuries ruling over a kingdom was more than enough to gain everyone's trust. When he came out, he found nothing. His kingdom in pieces, and what's worse... his lover was nowhere to find.

'Where are they, Lucienne.' Asked Morpheus, knowing already that they where not in the dream realm.

'They left, my lord, just some decades after you.'

'Mere decades where enough?' Morpheus was as irritated as he has ever been. 'And you didn't stop them?!'

'I tried, sir, but without you there were so many responsibilities and... y/n took advantage of this and left without anyone notice.'

'Has anyone looked for them'

'I would've sent them, but there's no one left...' Morpheus turned around, thinking of where could they be. 'But, lord Morpheus, if I may insist. I may have an idea on how to find them. You know that they love big monuments, they can't be very afar of any big city, that makes our search easier.'

'Yes... of course...' Morpheus looked at his hand with anger at his lost power. 'But I can't do this just now...'

Now with his powers back, he didn't have anything in mind more than y/n. He almost felt guilty: some died, and some others were sent to an endless nightmare that would last as long as he would, just because they got in his way. But finally, he was able to go in search of his lover.

No one has seen him like this before. Yes, they knew how much Morpheus loved Y/n, but this... this sure was another level of madness.

Through his journey, the thing that the King of Dreams cared most was not his realm, but he showed the most deep obsession towards Y/n, in Matthew's words, "He cares for no one or anyone but Y/n and his realm but... he's merciless, it's... scary, more than anything has frighten me. When I told him maybe Y/n wanted to be alone for a while, it costed me every word I could ever say to get out of trouble."

And Y/n got sloppy, and eventually -less than two days-, they fell asleep. Morpheus looked from afar. Just when Y/n noticed they were in a dream, they tried everything to wake up, and when they did, they couldn't believe it: they weren't alone, even if with the pass of time all of their family should be dead, he found another, and another... And he showed an expression Morpheus hasn't seen in a while: pure, utter happiness. Why didn't they look at him that way, what did he do wrong?

Y/n was... happy, and they didn't need a whole kingdom for them, but what the hell did they want then? Morpheus didn't take long to come to Y/n, just when they were alone, they felt an unsettling presence. First, a crow, and they knew they were in trouble.

'Y/n...'

'Morpheus...' In y/n's eyes were not relief, where not happiness of seeing his lover, that was fear. Morpheus knew then something was wrong. They where not to fear him, he would give everything for Y/n, and would do everything for them. 'I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left.'

'No, Y/n, just...' and hope, Y/n looked at Morpheus with hope of not being punished. With a broken heart, the king of dreams got on his knees and took Y/n's hands. 'what did you fear so much about me? Did you not love me as much as I do, that when I come after a century of imprisonment I found you gone, and not the gentle arms of my lover to welcome me? What didn't I give you that the humans did?'

'I wanted to see.' Y/n hugged Morpheus to his surprise. 'I'm so sorry, I'll go with you.'

But Y/n was not relieved or happy; they were trembling in fear, fear they Morpheus would hurt the family that treated them so kindly. Morpheus couldn't feel any more broken. Do they really see him as a ruthless monster? What did he do so wrong that his lover fears him so much?

'You are afraid... why?'

'You know I don't want to lie to you...'

'Then don't. I just... I want your happiness more than mine, you know that.'

'Just... don't hurt them...'

'Who? The humans that treated you as a same, that cared for you?' Y/n just nodded lightly, not knowing what to expect of kind words. 'Oh I won't, my love. I just...' His embrace was now angry, but not at them. 'Why did you leave me? Why? Am I so little to you? Do you not truly love me?'

'I do, Morpheus. I didn't have any lovers while you were gone, even if I wanted to be caressed, if I wanted to hear those "I love you" or had someone care for me. I didn't want anyone, but you. I wanted to see how they live, how they are happier the more difficult their life is, to know why they don't just end their suffering and choose to live... I knew that while you were here I wouldn't be able to come here, because you said it was dangerous.'

'Oh my Y/n please, what did I ever do to you? Am I so hateful to you? Do you fear me so much and think I care so little that I wouldn't give everything for your love? That if you were to live among humans, I wouldn't rather follow you to secure your safety that to imprison you as I have lived?' Y/n stayed silent. 'Do you... feel I imprisoned you?'

'I felt I didn't have freedom, because if something was dangerous, you wouldn't let me be close, and to you everything was dangerous.'

'We will do something, alright, love?' Morpheus stood up and looked at Y/n's eyes. 'You can stay here for as long as you want, with your family, happy. But I will be watching your every move, I will know everything, you will never be alone... and whenever you want, just say my name, and I'll be there. Your family will be safe, you'll have your freedom, and you will eventually know I do not deserve your fear.'

'You will be so kind?'

'Of course, with and for you, always. I just want something in return.'

'And what is this?'

'To stay a little longer by your side right now. I haven't felt your touch for a century, I might need another century just to enjoy your warmth.'

What Y/n didn't know, is that he would notice every look anyone did at them, and he couldn't stand how some looked at them not with kindness, as they deserved, but with either lust or annoyance. Every single one of those ants would meet some of their worst nightmares until not only they stopped, but they went away for good and had fear of going to sleep. And every night, Morpheus and y/n would meet, with their love growing stronger, because even if Morpheus couldn't love any more Y/n, they now where not afraid, they trusted Morpheus... they trusted Morpheus just enough to not see that having no privacy meant no freedom, and that anyone that tried to warn them would eventually go missing or would take back their words.

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Hello! Author here. I hope this is more or less what you expected @notenoughfanficofthis . I didn't want Morpheus to be a straight up "yandere" or something, and it would be pointless for him to not change his mind in some things after he escaped. Ngl, I see y/n here to eventually go back to the dream realm. You know those hcs with Morpheus and Hob where anyone to interrupt them would suddenly move countries and how scary he is when Hob meets Death. Yeah, this fanfics ends in something like that. Cute right?

#morpheus #dark morpheus #yandere #male yandere #the sandman #the sandman netflix #morpheus x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #morpheus x male reader #dream of the endless #morpheus x female reader #fanfic #yandere morpheus

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inorganicone2230 · 2 years

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This Waking Nightmare (Part 2) Yandere!Morpheus x Fem!Reader

Part 1 and Part 3

Summary: Even before his capture, Dream of The Endless had always longed for a loving partner to share his eternity with, and when he finds that an unexpected turn of events may be the first step towards gaining what it is he has been yearning for for so very long, he’ll do anything to make it a reality.

So when Alex Burgess unexpectedly flees after the death of his father, leaving Fawney Rig to crumble into disrepair, Dream had no idea that his salvation would come, not in the form of any of his siblings, nor by any feat of cunning on his part, but simply by the unprecedented arrival of a single mortal girl who would go on to forever reshape and change the very fabric of the Dreamlord’s endless existence.

Warnings: There are no warnings for now, these first few chapters will be fairly tame.

Neil Gaiman is a master storyteller and I own nothing related to The Sandman in any of its forms and/or adaptations.

It wasn’t too hard to find the entrance to the basement, not when someone had graffitied two of the most famous book quotes of all time right across the door and walls in big black letters.

Abandon all hope, ye who enter here & As above, so below

Whoever did it had probably thought that they were being very clever, but in actuality, they really just came off as being very pretentious and lame. If this were a horror movie, it would be beyond the realm of B-rated cheesiness.

You opened it without much hesitation or fanfare and the door swung inward on rusted and squeaking hinges. Shining your flashlight in, you could see that it wasn’t anything special, just a rickety old staircase that led down into what you naturally assumed was just an ordinary and equally as old basement.

You debated turning around and leaving since you would still have to make the trek back up the incredibly long driveway to make it back to the main road and blessed cell service, but you’d already come this far, you silently told yourself, it’s not like a few more minutes of exploring is gonna do you any harm. After all, if Kalvin had been telling the truth during the drive over, then there wasn’t going to be much to see down there anyway. You’d likely be in and out in less time than it was taking you to actually debate this inconsequential task.

With your mind made up, you slowly began making your way down the stairs, being extra careful to watch your step on the way down so as not to fall and hurt yourself. However, when you finally reached the bottom, you were surprised to see that the opening to the space was blocked off by yet another barrier, this one a barred metal gate that reminded you of an old prison cell door. Luckily for you and your now thoroughly peaked curiosity, it wasn’t actually barring the way anymore since it appeared someone had long since taken it right off its hinges and just left it lying on the floor where it fell.

Carefully making your way around the darn thing so you wouldn’t trip over it and possibly twist your ankle, you finally got a look inside the place, and needless to say, it was pretty damn impressive.

“Holy shit…” You exclaimed.

This sure as hell wasn’t what you had been expecting. You had obviously never seen the basement of a mansion before, but you had imagined that it wouldn’t be that much different from any other basement. However, the dinghy space you had been anticipating entering wasn’t at all what you currently found yourself standing inside of.

Instead of a low ceiling full of cobwebs and support beams and a compact dirt or concrete floor, in its place you found a space the size of a small parking lot, complete with a high ceiling to add more openness to the underground space and solid stone flooring that left echoes in the wake of your footsteps. But it was what you saw in the center of the room that made you truly take notice.

There was a section of the floor in the shape of a large square, smack dab in the middle of the room, that appeared to be separated from the rest of it by means of what you could only interpret as a mini trench of some kind surrounding it in an equally shaped outer square. After moving closer to shine your flashlight down into it, you could just barely make out the telltale signs of dried up sludge coating the bottom, indicating that it must have been filled with water at some point.

“So it was a miniature moat or something?” You questioned the empty room as you continued to look around. If you had to hazard a guess, this probably had less to do with interesting architecture and more to do with the cult that had once called this place home back in the day. There was a small pathway that cut through the mini-moat and gave access to the strange spot, and since you were still curious to get a closer look at it you moved towards it.

*scrap scrap*

The faint sound came from behind you and in a whorl of spiked panic, you spun around, and aimed the flashlight in the direction of the scratching noise and prayed to God that it wasn’t the aforementioned axe murderer you had briefly imagined earlier.

At first, you didn’t see anything at all, but upon closer inspection, you noticed the faint outline of a large rodent near one of the alcoves in the wall and relaxed ever so slightly, but as soon as the light touched it, it shrunk back and suddenly skittered down into the ground through an opening of some kind.

You might have been content to simply forget about that and continue on with your snooping now that you knew there was no danger, except for the fact that you remembered that this whole floor was seemingly made out of stone; and there should have been nowhere for that rat to go underneath it all. You weren’t entirely too sure, but you didn’t think that common household rats were known for burrowing in the ground, much less burrowing through solid stone.

Now thoroughly intrigued, you made your way over to inspect the area and realized that this one random section of the floor was made of wooden planks that extended out from the wall by 4ft or so, in fact, this odd wood trimming seemed to run around the entire length of the room. It was like the people who originally lived here were trying to cover the stone with the wood flooring, but stopped midway through the project for some reason.

Angling your light over the spot the rat had disappeared into, you saw that there was a hole in the wood about the size of a baseball and without much more thought, proceeded to get down on your hands and knees to shine the flashlight inside.

You knew this was an incredibly strange and silly thing to be doing, you weren’t going to find anything of real substance or value in a rat nest, but some unseen force (probably the tequila and your damned curiosity) was pushing you to follow through and at least check it out, if only for the sheer madness of it.

But it wasn’t a rat in a small hole that you saw…

Not even close… It was the broken top step of an old wooden ladder.

“The fuck?” You took a second look to see if it was some kind of trick of the light or even just the broken off piece of wood that would have originally filled in the hole, but sure enough, it was a fucking ladder of all things.

Using the sleeve of your jacket to brush away the thick layers of previously undisturbed dust and dirt coating the wood, you soon found what you were looking for in the form of a rectangular seam that didn’t match up with the rest of the wooden floor boards lining. A quick knock on the top even confirmed your suspicions when the sound rang back hollowly.

This was definitely a hatch door, but it had no handles to lift it with or even hinges at the back to help it angle it upward. If you wanted to get it open, you were going to have to take the whole thing off. But that begged the question of whether or not you even wanted to bother with it. It was probably nothing more than a dank and dirty old root-cellar, but still, you couldn’t help but wonder about it, and you knew that you’d keep thinking about it over and over again if you left without even trying.

Mind made up, you set down the flashlight and positioned it to shine where you needed it before pulling out a sturdy switchblade from your pocket that you had been carrying around for years in case of an emergency or accident. This wasn’t the kind of situation you ever thought you’d find yourself to be using it in, but better this than a potential kidnapping.

Over the course of the next half hour, you worked to use the knife as a makeshift crowbar and pry up the hatch. It wasn’t easy since the damn thing was nailed down in a few spots, but with a little bit of time and elbow grease, it eventually became loose enough to lift and toss aside. The smell of stale air wafted up from the opening and you coughed as the scent settled into your lungs, but it didn’t smell like something rotten or anything horrible, so at the very least, if there were any dead bodies down there, they likely weren’t fresh. As you peered down into the hole, you could see that the drop was about 6ft to 7ft down and the floor was concrete, you just hoped the old ladder was strong enough to handle you going down and back up it at least once. The last thing you wanted was to get stuck down there and end up starving to death, because you highly doubted that Gabby and the others were going to come back looking for you.

So, keeping the knife in your hand, just in case, and the flashlight in the other, you slowly and carefully began making your way down.

The wood groaned and creaked under your weight, but not enough to make you believe it was going to give out or break. You still felt incredibly relieved when your feet finally touched the ground though and you turned around to get your first look at the secret space.

However…

…

That relief was incredibly short lived upon discovering what exactly it was that this odd chamber had truly been hiding.

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Morpheus froze in stunned awe as he watched the young woman deceased down the ladder and into the dank darkness of his prison chamber, the flashlight she carried in her hand shining like a beacon from the Silver City itself as it cast eerie shadows all around the space.

If he were mortal and not the true universal embodiment of dreams and the unconscious mind, he might have pinched himself to see if he was dreaming this all up, but such a thing couldn’t be possible, the entrapment circle crafted around his cage had prevented him from dreaming since the moment of his capture.

Which could really only mean one thing…

That this was real.

It was difficult to make out her features from the dim light cast by her flashlight, but right now, he couldn’t care less what she looked like, not when she held the power to help free him just by simply being here. She was the first true living thing he had laid eyes on in… well… he didn’t accurately know how long, but it was long enough that the mere sight of her was enough to make him want to weep.

But as she raised the light to look around, her reaction to seeing him made it clear that he was not at all what she had been expecting to find down here.

She screamed in surprise and stumbled back onto her rear, gaping at him in shock and disbelief. She stayed still like that for so long that, were it not for the erratic rise and fall of her chest to indicate otherwise, Dream feared she may have passed out or even died of fright right there on the spot.

She eventually seemed to get her bearings about her and he heard her mumbling some rather choice words before coming to a decision and he watched with bated breath as she closed up the knife he just now noticed she carried in her other hand and put it away in her pocket. She began scrambling around the chamber, looking for something, though he knew not what for.

That question was soon answered however when he saw her bend down to pick up a large rock with a jagged end, to which she must have deemed acceptable, because she was suddenly making her way over to him. He nearly smiled in gleeful triumph when he saw her shoes scuff a line through the entrapment circle, weakening its enchantment on the glass and his power.

She set the flashlight down on the ground before turning to face him through the glass, a determined look set upon her rather beautiful face, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, he heard another's voice ringing in his ears. He didn’t know if she truly had the voice of an angel, for that’s exactly what it sounded like, or if he was just that desperate for the sound, but he didn’t care. He wanted to beg her to keep talking, to fill his ears with the sweet melody and never stop, but he found his own voice was caught in his throat as the shock that he was finally free settled over him. The long awaited relief washed over him in delightful waves and he slumped against the glass, unable and unwilling to take his eyes off of the beguiling creature standing on the other side of his cage, the rock in her hand raised high and poised to strike.

“Just hang on, I’m going to try and get you out!”

And then she moved.

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Finding a naked young man trapped in some kind of creepy glass cage down here was so far down the list of things you hadn’t expected to come across, that it wasn’t ever even an option. But that’s exactly what it was, and you just figured that you could worry about the ‘how’s’ and ‘why’s’ of this incredibly odd turn of events after you had gotten him out of this thing.

For a brief moment, you had thought that the best thing you could do would be to leave and get far enough away to call the police and let them handle this. But you knew they’d likely just think this whole thing was a prank call by some bored teenagers and ignore you, or they’d show up and you’d get arrested for trespassing before losing your scholarship and getting deported. There was also this man’s safety to consider, you admitted to yourself as you thought of what could go wrong if you left him here for even a few hours. You doubted he was down here by choice; what if whoever put him there came back to kill him, or what if he ran out of air or something while you were gone?

He didn’t look hurt or anything as far as you could tell, so he couldn’t have been trapped for very long, you thought, even as your subconscious mind took notice of how there were no human footprints of any kind trailing through the dirt and dust that blanketed the floor, or how there seemed to be no other entrances/exits besides the one you just came through, and that one clearly hadn’t been used in decades.

All of these thoughts piled up in your head faster than you could comprehend or keep track of them, but in the end, it was none of them that made you decide to help him. It was the look on his face, the look that told you something fundamental would shatter inside of him if you turned your back and left him here alone, even if it was only for a short amount of time.

Now here you were, banging on the seemingly indestructible glass with a rock to try and break through, and in your panic, it never even occurred to you to try and see if the damn thing had a door with an outside lock to try and open for him or something.

At first, all it did was scratch the surface and you fears you may actually have to go back up in search of a better tool, like a hammer or something, but after a few more hard strikes in the same spot, spiderwebs and hairline fractures began to splinter outward from the area and you could see that a small hole had been formed. Once the structure was weakened enough, breaking through the rest of it was comparably easy to chip away at, and soon, you had made a hole big enough that he could squeeze through. There were metal pieces wound through the glass and you dragged the rock against both, trying to get rid of as many jagged chunks as you so he wouldn’t seriously hurt himself when climbing out.

“Just… umm, let me brush away some of these shards and pieces before you get out.” You said awkwardly, not entirely too sure how to speak or what to say in a situation like this as you took off your coat and used it to clear away the glass that had fallen inside the cage and then did the same to the floor so he, hopefully, wouldn’t end up slicing the bottoms of his feet to ribbons.

“Give me your hand and I’ll help you out.” You said, trying to remain as calm as you could. He hadn’t said a single word yet as he just kept staring at you with wide eyes and a gobsmacked expression.

You hadn’t bothered to get a really good look at him, not just because of how strange and disturbing this situation was, but also because the man was butt-ass-naked. But now that you were so near to him, you couldn’t not take notice of him and his rather… appealing physique.

Pale skin so white it almost seemed to glow in the dim illumination cast by your flashlight and a messy shock of pitch black hair set over an angular face that you could only describe as being utterly beautiful. With high cheekbones and full pursed lips that were making you think of very sinful and inappropriate things, it really was a miracle you weren’t drooling right now, and that was just what he looked like above the neck.

He didn’t take your outstretched hand though, and instead grabbed the metal portion of the structure and swung himself out with all the ease and grace of a practiced gymnast. His feet touched the ground without a sound and he didn’t even seem bothered by the potential injuries and infection he could sustain from the broken glass and filth ridden floor. He just stood there, stark naked and silently watching you.

As he stood to his full height, you could now see that he was quite a bit taller than you, by at least a couple of inches, if not a whole foot, and you couldn’t help but wonder if you had hit the nail on the head when you thought his movements were as fluid as a gymnast’s, because he certainly had the body of one. He was lean, but even in the crappy light cast by the flashlight, you see that he was sculpted with ropes of solid muscle. He reminded you of those famous statues from Greece, the ones carved from marble to look like the ancient heroes from the epics, like Hercules and Achilles.

But as you looked up to make eye contact with him, you found yourself completely hypnotized by what you found there.

His eyes were the color of raw silver, like dancing silver flames, or the glinting of two bright stars in the deepest and darkest night sky. They were captivating and you found that you were so enraptured with them that you didn’t even realize you had taken a step forward until you heard glass crunching underneath your booted foot and you snapped out of it, jerking back with frightened shock over the momentary loss of your inhibitions.

You really were trying your best not to ogle him, but that was rather hard to accomplish when he was making no move at all to cover himself and you refused to turn your back on him. You might have helped him out of a really bazaar situation, but that didn’t mean you trusted him enough to let your guard down completely with him, he was still a perfect stranger after all.

“Listen,” You started off, trying to find something to say that would help to ease the tension of this incredibly awkward silence. “Now that we got you out of whatever that thing is,” You made a hand motion towards the now destroyed cage. “We should really look at getting out of here before whoever it was that put you in there decides to come back.” You took a step back, opting to put some distance between you and the stranger, but for the first time since you laid eyes on one another, he spoke, and you weren’t entirely certain if it was his words or the haunting raspy sound of his voice that made you freeze, but you did and it cost you.

“They won’t be returning.”

You opened your mouth to ask what the fuck he meant by that, but faster then you could process what was happening, the man’s hand shot out and snagged your wrist. He gave a gentle tug and you went falling into his arms, but before you could even begin to struggle or open your mouth to scream, he opened his other hand and blew something into your face and everything suddenly went dark.

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Morpheus caught you in his arms as you went limp against him, the last thing he wanted was to see you get needlessly hurt, especially since he now owed you quite the generous life debt for unknowingly freeing him from what he was beginning to think would be an eternity of confinement.

Looking down at your peaceful expression, he used some of what reminded of his limited power to look into your dreams, trying to find out any information he could in regards to you and the state of the world he was about to re-enter.

Quite often, he was able to glean a lot about a person’s waking life, not just from their dreams, but from the multitude of thoughts that tended to run rampant through their mind in those hazy moments right before sleep truly claimed them. Those moments were often similar to that of waking dreams and he used to use them rather frequently to gather information when it was necessary.

And you were no exception to this trait.

In a matter of moments he knew quite a lot more than he did a few hours ago.

For example, he now knew that he had been imprisoned for well over a century, 106 years to be exact. He also now knew that your name was (Y/N) (L/N), you were 21 years old and attending university here in England despite not being British, he had even learned that you had been fortunate enough to get a single dorm room on campus and that you had been abandoned here after a rather interesting altercation between you and some of your fellow classmates.

With this knowledge in hand, he scooped you up into his arms as gently as he could and found himself marveling at just how soft you felt in his arms. You fidgeted a bit in response to the movement and grumbled something unintelligible before going quiet again, which showed just how weak he truly was, if he was at full power and in possession of his tools, you would have entered into a sleep so deep that only a select few things would have been enough to wake you. That thought was enough to spur him into action once again, and using the knowledge he’d gained from you, he called upon another morsel of his nearly depleted power and brought the both of you to an entirely new location.

Your dorm room was about what anyone could expect of such accommodations and Morpheus was quick to pull back the soft blankets and lay you down on the mediocre bed.

However, despite knowing he should be leaving right this moment to return to The Dreaming and begin the hunt for his tools of power, he found himself increasingly reluctant to fully release his hold on you. He hadn’t felt skin to skin contact in so long, even before his imprisonment it had been quite a while; but it was one thing to shun such a thing by choice, it was another thing entirely to have the option of it totally stripped away from you by force. Now he was feeling it again with you, and to his touch starved skin, it felt like the most exquisite thing in the world, both waking and dreaming.

Without realizing it, he found himself sitting beside you on the bed and stroking the tips of his fingers down your cheek, you sighed in your sleep and leaned into his touch, as if soothed by it. The simple and unconscious reaction left him with goosebumps prickling his skin and his heart stuttering in his chest as he continued to watch you sleep. He thought about entering your dreams and seeing what such a brave little mortal would conjure up in his realm, but for some inexplicable reason, he found himself unwilling to look away from the peacefulness of your sleeping face here in the waking world.

Eventually though, he knew he had to depart. It was time for him to finally return home, to go back to The Dreaming and assess the damage wrought by his absence over the last century, as well as to begin the search for his tools.

Cupping your face in his hands, he leaned over your sleeping form and pressed his forehead against your own and whispered your name softly to the otherwise silent room.

“You are my savior, my light in the darkness. I don’t believe there is anything I can do that will ever truly be enough to repay you for what you have done for me tonight.” Being this close to you, he couldn’t help but notice your enticing scent and how it made his mouth water, not with the typical hunger one would expect after so long in confinement, but with something that left his cock twitching against his bare leg. However, he ignored that feeling as best he could and continued on. “But this I promise you, my little savior, once I have my tools in my possession again, I will see to it that you spend the rest of your life with nothing but the sweetest and happiest of dreams whenever you enter my realm, even if I have to enter your dreams every evening and craft them by hand myself. I vow that no nightmare will ever intrude and interrupt your sleep ever again.”

There was so much more he wanted to say to you, so much more he wanted to do, but time was of the essence and he needed to leave, before he did something very foolish, something that would surely bring the wrath of the universe down upon his immortal head.

And so, with nothing more than a quick kiss to your brow and another heartfelt exclamation of gratitude, he was gone in a whisp of shadows, as if he had never been there to begin with.

Please enjoy and let me know what you think of this second chapter! I’m dying to know what you all think is going to go down.

Please forgive any minor potholes or inconsistencies, I tried my best to make the detail changes make sense for the story I wanted to tell while still keeping in line with the original source material. This is mostly based off of the Netflix series, but there are some details about the comics and audio books thrown in for flavor.

And as always, I want to give a very BIG thank you to my amazing friend @talpup for all the brainstorming and encouragement on these stories! I’m sure I would have given up on this blog a while ago if it wasn’t for all of their help. I highly encourage anyone who takes the time to read this to go over to their page or their AO3 account under the same name and check out their works, especially Chaos and Lost Song. They are two of my favorite BNHA fics of ALL TIME! And who has also started their own Yandere!Overhaul fic called Crossroads and is set in a 1920′s prohibition style era, it’s amazing and you really need to check it out!

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angelyuji · 1 year

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born to die

morpheus x reader

warnings: slight yandere themes if you really really really look, death, reincarnation, diy abortion, pregancy (for a little while)

one day, you died. and then, you came back. one minute you were a grown woman and the next, in the body of a little boy. it never hurt to die, but you always remember. you remember everything. it left you disoriented the first time, coming back. you felt scared, always crying, screaming for your lost family, but soon it became too tiring. too exhausting to mourn for people you had loved, too exhausting to love and know you’ll never spend eternity with them. it was your own damn fault, of course, not realizing what you had agreed to.

“what are you doing here?” silence filled your apartment as you stare at the man in front of you.

“i felt your yearn for me.” Morpheus says, gently. he moves towards you. instinctively, you take a step back. your back presses against the wall.

“i- i don’t know what you’re talking about. you’re not real. i’m just dreaming.” he steps closer to you, only inches away now.

“my dove,” Morpheus carcasses your check with a cold hand. you lean into it. “i am no dream. i’m back… for you.”

“no, Morpheus. we can’t.” you press your eyes closed as tears well. you love him, but the gods have said that a mortal and an endless don’t belong, their story always ends in heartbreak. he had told you himself when you had met for the first time.

it was your first life. the beginning. you were once royalty, you bathed in wealth and riches. your father, the duke, spoiled you rotten and your mother, although strict, always gave you what you wanted. no matter what you asked. so, you’ve never wanted to love or romance. what was the need for temporary feelings when you can fill your heart with gold.

“magician, why have you requested the audience of the duke?” your father’s chamberlain questioned. a man stood before him, dressed in black from head to toe. he adorned a cloak that shimmered as it moved, and with the right angle, you could see glittering stars and galaxies on the inside. a strange aura surrounded him, you couldn’t feel any magic like from magicians you have met before, but there was something about him you couldn’t place. he says something in response, but you couldn’t hear. his voice was quiet, but it felt like the ground rumbled as he spoke. you shake your head, believing you must have lost your mind.

“boo.” someone whispers into your ear. you jump and turn in surprise. your handmaiden laughs loudly at your display. you quickly cover her mouth.

“shh! i’m watching the new magician!” you whisper, you turn back and your handmaiden peeks over your shoulder to watch the magician walk through the doors. he pauses, you both still, he turns and you see him. he was… beautiful. you had never seen a man so alluring. his eyes meet yours; your heart feels like it has stopped. his eyes swirl with different colors, it reminds you of the night sky. his face betrays no emotion as he tilts his head and examines you, but you can feel his gaze soften. he turns back and walks into the great hall.

you don’t see him after that, not for a couple days. in those days, you felt a strange emptiness. you had never felt such longing before. you’re not sure what to make of it. you fill this emptiness by going out, buying beautiful dresses and jewelry, but nothing worked. you stand at your balcony, leaning your head against your arm, your ache weighing you down. you watch the sky darken and watch the trees sway in the light wind. suddenly, you see something in the garden, someone. your ache disappears, replaced with giddiness. you pulled on a coat over your nightdress and snuck outside, carefully avoiding the servants and guards. you make your way to the garden and see your mysterious magician sitting at a bench, facing the roses. you quietly come and sit next to him. neither one of you say anything, content to sit in each other’s company.

“i had requested for these roses to be planted.” you say, keeping your eyes on the red roses. you remember when you had asked for the garden to be made. it was your 15th birthday, you had made a passing comment about how a garden would look nice outside your room and by the next week, your parents had started planting and building. you smile, reminiscing your childhood. he hums, you could feel the vibrations of his voice in your chest.

“it’s beautiful.” his voice was deep, elegant. it was soothing. every ache, every pain, every awful feeling you had when you hadn’t seen him, it washed away. you let out a small breath.

“your voice is very beautiful.” you say, looking at him. he looks at you, a small smile dances across his lips. you smile back, “has my father appointed you as our mage?” you turn back towards the roses.

“perhaps.” his voice was traced with mirth and you grin.

“you’re very mysterious, magician, i’m sure i’ll see you again.”

“i’m sure you will, my lady.”

soon months passed and you fell in love, your magician had told you his name was draumey, seemed to fall in love with you as well. he came to you every night, in wake and in sleep. the two of you talked for hours. he would soon confess his true identity, Morpheus, lord of the dreaming.

“i don’t understand, why can’t we be together?” he shakes his head, his annoyance obvious on his face.

“mortals and endless cannot be together, (y/n).” he states with finality. tears stream down your face, and Morpheus turns away from you, unable to watch as his lover crumbles. “it ends in a tragedy, it was foretold in the beginning of everything.” Morpheus tries to explain to you, but you break down into sobs. his face was wracked with guilt, he only turns to leave, but you call out to him.

“please, my love, stay with me, for one final night.” Morpheus doesn’t answer, “please give me one last moment with you.” you beg. Morpheus turns back to you, silent. his eyes, filled with stars, search your face. in one quick moment, your face is in his hands and his lips on your lips. desperation was in every kiss, searing and steaming. you could feel every ounce of guilt and sadness in him. you kissed him back, needing to make him remember you. his hands move to your back, quickly undoing your lace. with in seconds, your clothes were on the floor and your body was in his hands.

by morning, Morpheus had left, leaving only a rose where he had laid next to you. as soon as he was gone, the ache was back. but soon, you learned that you were with child. the ache you had felt was gone, but dread replaced it. fear for your child and fear of the tragedy that Morpheus had warned you about. your handmaiden was sworn to secrecy, fearing your parents’ reaction. but as soon as you found out, your life ends.

you stood at your balcony, one hand on your stomach. your thoughts full of your love.

“hello.” a sultry voice sounds from behind you. you turn and the most beautiful person stands in front of you. their hair black and lips a deep red. they hum, you feel the vibrations in your chest.

you gasp, “you’re like Morpheus!” your eyes widen.

they chuckle, “he told you, hasn’t he.” they start laughing, loud and menacing. “oh, he truly loved you.” you feel fear trickle down your spine. “oh sweetheart… don’t be scared.” they smile, wide and evil. “i’m here to help you with that ‘thing’ in your belly.”

your eyes grow wide and your hand goes back down to your stomach, protective, “what? there- there is no need for that.” they pout.

“oh, but there is.” they flick their wrist and you’re falling. the balcony was built with your safety in mind, this shouldn’t be happening. you scream, but soon, you’re looking down at your mangled corpse. blood flowing from your head and- “my baby…” you feel the wind get knocked out of you. you watch as your parents run to your body, screaming. a hand rests on your shoulder.

“hello, love.” calmness washes over you. you turn to look at the stranger. she felt similar to him, to your Morpheus. “ah, you must be my brother’s lover.” she smiles, warmly.

“i didn’t- i don’t know what to do… i miss him.” tears run down your face. she wipes your face.

“i can help you, but there are great costs.” she looked at you with worry. “once i do this for you, there is no turning back, (y/n). you will never be rid of this curse.”

“i don’t care… please… help me.” you feel the loss of your love, and then your child weighing on your heart. she sighed and nodded, and with a snap of her fingers, you were born again.

you push away his hand from your face. “i need you to leave, Morpheus.” you stand firm, wiping away your useless tears. you’ve survived decades of love and heartbreak, life and death. you will not lose yourself in love again. you will not lose yourself in him.

“you love me, i know it, (y/n).” Morpheus smiles. you grit your teeth.

“i don’t love you.” even you couldn’t believe your half-hearted lie, but you couldn’t risk it. Morpheus’s smile drops. you see the man that left you once more. Morpheus backs away.

“i do not believe you, and when you’re ready to listen to me, i shall find you, my dove.” he turns away, cold.

your stomach drops and fear twists your face, “no, Morpheus. don’t do this, please. please i can’t-” he snaps his finger, and once more, you are born again.

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fastlikealambo · 1 year

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the invitation.|| a vampire!dream of the endless x black fem!reader fic sneak peek

summary: too kind for your own good, you release a trapped man in your boss's basement and strangely enough forget all about it.

one year later, you're invited to his wedding as a thank you for saving his life. as your memories of that fateful night start to return and things go bump in the night, you realize there's something very strange going on.

where is the bride?

a vampire! morpheus fic inspired by the movies the invitation and crimson peak. heavy on the gothic romance and melodrama.

18+ only, ageless and blank blogs will be ignored.

sneak peek

A year of blood and yearning.

For each hour Dream had spent imprisoned, he would take his due in blood. That was a thing about the wealthy, they loved legacies, held the luxury of well recorded bloodlines, not that he needed that.

Every single Burgess and Burgess adjacent mortal was drained of blood, an avenging feast of retribution for their crimes against him. He drank his way through cousins and uncles, he sipped on acolytes and jailers, dined and dined till his supper of punishment left him full.

And after that, the vampire yearned.

For you.

You were what saints should pray to.

The vampire was not a religious person but he would tear the devil in two for a single chance to dip between your brown thighs and drown.

For that reason alone, Dream had work to do.

No throats to sink into or ravenous revenge to distribute, this was completely different, this was the crescendo of his immortal life’s work and it was all for you.

The vampire of dreams was taking a wife.

And what a beautiful bride you’d make.

@pinksirensong

@xasement

@morpheus-helm

@darkfairy102190

#dream of the endless x reader #morpheus x reader #morpheus x black reader #vampire!morpheus #yandere morpheus

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oneandonlyizabelle · 2 years

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Now I need dark/yandere Morphius/Dream of the endless fics.

This man literally imprisoned his ex in Hell, just because she didn’t accept his offer to be his queen. If that doesn’t scream yandere/obsessive then I don’t know what does.

#the sandman #sandman #sandman x reader #yandere #dream of the endless #morpheus #yandere sandman

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starlight-writes · 3 months

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His Ruby - Chapter 9

Summary: What if the ruby became a person, and Dream would stop at nothing to possess her?

Morpheus/F!Original Character

A/N: I have a longer note on AO3, but if you're coming back after such a long hiatus, I just want to thank you from the bottom of my heart <3

Taglist: @gorgeourrific-nerd @dotieeee

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“Good morning,” Morpheus says when she opens the door. Ariel blinks up at him, having expected one of his servants instead. She’s used to Morpheus just barging into her room whenever he’d like, not knocking and waiting for a response.

“Hi,” Ariel says cautiously. It’s strange to see him standing before her after everything that has happened. She isn’t sure whether to be on her guard or to play nicely in the hopes he’ll finally let her out of this damn room.

“I would like for you to accompany me to the throne room,” he says, face blank except for the slightest bit of hope hiding in his eyes.

“Now?” she says, already eyeing the threshold to her room.

“As we had discussed, I will be attending to matters within the Dreaming so that I can work while keeping an eye on you,” he says stoically, then softens his voice. “You had also expressed a desire to leave your room.”

Ariel’s heart pounds in her chest. It’s nowhere near the level of freedom she craves, but it’s more than she’s had for over two days now.

Morpheus extends his hand over the doorway to her, leaving it hovering in front of her.

It’s more than just an invitation, but also a question - will she work with him? Try to meet him halfway?

Ariel doesn’t want to give him an inch. She doesn’t want to touch him, doesn’t want him to give him even the chance to take his power from her. She doesn’t want to feel the spark of electricity between them that makes her lust for him.

She wonders, would meeting halfway mean giving up her chance at freedom, at having her own choices, her own life? And would she sacrifice those things for the promise of happiness Morpheus has made to her?

Or, she thinks, would giving him the impression of cooperation grant her enough trust for her to finally break free of her bonds?

It’s a fine line she would have to walk, to both try to earn Morpheus’ trust while also keeping her own goals in mind. The building attraction between them only makes it more difficult.

Ariel steels herself, then takes Morpheus hand, and he pulls her over the threshold.

[keep reading on ao3]

#sandman #the sandman #dream of the endless #sandman x oc #yandere sandman #kidnapping #dream x oc #sandman fic #my fic

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notenoughfanficofthis · 2 years

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I’m struggling to put this into writing but it’s an idea I’ve had since the first time watching The Sandman.

Lowkey into that obsessed lover trope thing and I was thinking of a Dark!Morpheus coming out of his imprisonment to find his kingdom in pieces and his lover gone taken advantage of the newfound freedom his absence brought. Seeking to find his lover and rebuild his kingdom. He sets out to find them -living peacefully among the humans.

If someone can write this for me I’d sacrifice some spicy chicken nuggets and make a shrine in your honor

#think about it thooooo he could have that Yandere energy lowkey #the sandman x reader #morpheus #dream of the endless #the sandman imagine #morpheus imagines #the sandman fanfic

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anxiousnerdwritings · 2 years

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Okay but imagine yan!family!The Endless from Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman???? 👀 👀 Just a thought…maybe even a soon to be reality…..

#yanfamily the endless #yandere the sandman #yandere death #yandere dream #yandere desire #yandere destruction #yandere despair #yandere destiny #yandere delirium #yandere the sandman concept #yandere concept #yandere dc comics concept

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aphroditelovesu · 1 year

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Yandere Morpheus/Dream of the Endless Headcanons (General)

‘‘Dream your dreams with me, my Consort.‘‘ - Morpheus/Sandman,

❝⌛— lady l: i couldn't hold myself together and i had to write this, before my ideas ran out, so i did lol. A Morpheus yandere is my new religion and I really liked the result and I hope you like it too! Feedbacks are always welcome and I'm sorry for any mistakes hihi. Good reading!!! <3

tw: yandere themes, obsessive and possessive behavior, uncontrolled jealousy, implied physical aggression (not to the reader), dub-con, mention of murder, threats, slight nsfw, unhealthy relationship, kidnapping, outbursts of rage and non-consensual somnophilia.

❝⌛ pairing: yandere!morpheus/dream of the endless x gender neutral!reader.

Dream can be many things and is given many nicknames that may be conducive to his natural behavior and it never bothered him. He was that way, and end of the story, but when things start to change and he becomes obsessed with a human, the situation spirals out of control. He's never felt like this before, he's never felt so attached, so obsessed with a human and he knows he wants more, he wants to feel more of it and he won't give up on his obsession. He won't give up on you.

Morpheus is thought of as arrogant and obnoxious and part of that is true, it's not like he's going to deny it, he is those things but he often acts like that out of his own carelessness, he's aloof from people and considers himself better than most which causes even more intrigue, but then again, he doesn't care. He is a powerful being, older than the gods themselves, so why should he care what people think of him? That's how he used to think, or he did, until he met you and he really wants to make a good impression on you.

He met you while you were dreaming, it shouldn't be anything important he supposed but he couldn't take his eyes off you. You looked so... Ethereal as you played in the sand in your dream, on a beautiful and lonely beach, but even so, you smiled and played like you didn't care about anything else and he was fascinated. It didn't happen that often and that rarely, but he took an interest in you, he did, and he didn't intend to let you go. You would be perfect, the Consort he longed for.

For a while, Morpheus was content to just watch you. He was always in your dreams, making sure you only have sweet dreams and no terrifying nightmares, your dreams must be perfect. You may have found it strange that your dreams were always so... Sweet, but you didn't complain, it was nice to not wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat anymore. But you felt that there was something wrong, you felt observed, which scared you, but you tried to convince yourself that it was nothing, just your mind playing tricks on you. Oh, how you wish you were right.

He only made himself present in your life after feeling threatened by someone or something. You see, Sandman is proud and from the moment you start spending more time awake than sleeping he will feel threatened, maybe it doesn't make sense, but he doesn't care. Once you were asleep, Morpheus would walk into your room, he would actually be there and watch you. He would ogle you, watching your figure with lust in his eyes, but he wouldn't touch you. He would never do that without your consent. When you woke up and found him sitting next to you in bed, you would be scared, but he just said goodnight and blew sand in your face. When you woke up again, you would be in The Dreaming.

Morpheus would try his best to make you feel comfortable around him, because you would never leave and he wants you to be happy with him. He is obsessive, a hallmark of the Lord of Dreams, Dream will always have his eyes on you, if not his then someone he trusts, like his crow, you will never really be alone. He knows he shouldn't do this but he doesn't care, he'll have you with him and that's it. And woe to anyone who tries to come between you, if he's feeling merciful, death will just be the easiest and quickest of all the things he could do.

Possessiveness is something that is present in your relationship and always will, Morpheus is completely possessive of you, you are his and he will never share you with anyone. He will threaten anyone who dares to look at you any longer than he deems necessary (and he's a big hypocrite about that) and he won't bother tormenting that person's dreams at night with the most terrible nightmares you can muster to imagine. He knows everything about people and he will use that against you if necessary, you are his, you must always remember that. Morpheus won't get violent with you about this, about his ridiculous jealousy, but he will be cooler with you and his anger directed at others.

He is extremely overprotective of you, combining with his possessiveness, he becomes intense and suffocating. Morpheus is very afraid of losing you, he made you immortal but you can still get hurt, you can be captured and he will never let the same thing that happened to him happen to you. And gods have mercy on those who dare to harm you, because Sandman will not. He is suffocating in the extreme, being glued to your side 24 hours a day, when you sleep and dream is when you are most at his mercy. You are cared for and protected by him and always will be, Dream will not allow any harm to happen to you while he exists.

Morpheus is a generous lover, he enjoys both giving and receiving. He takes his time before he finally gets to the end, he likes to finger your folds, lick your nipples and suck your lips like they're the tastiest thing he's tasted, and maybe that's true. Sandman will circle your clit with his tongue, enjoying your slick moans and he will shove two fingers into your pussy, content to hear your name come out of your sinful lips. He won't stop teasing you until you come in his mouth, letting him enjoy his natural juices. Dream will love to suck you, squeezing the glans of your cock and licking it like there's no tomorrow. He'll take you slow and sensual, torturing you until you beg him to fuck you, and as soon as he hears the dirty words fall from your lips, Morpheus will fuck you senseless and hard. He wouldn't stop until both of you were satisfied.

In a more platonic way, Sandman will be more lenient with you, say in terms of freedom, but don't get too carried away, he will never allow you to have a relationship with anyone. He will be even more protective, you are his precious and beloved baby and it is his duty to take care of you and he will. He will always be by your side when you go to sleep and in your dreams, there is never a moment when you have privacy. He always looks out for yours dreams, but if you piss him off, he might end up turning your sweet dreams into your biggest fear. He knows he will scare you, but even so, Morpheus wants you to learn your lesson, that he will not tolerate any form of disobedience from you.

Morpheus has had many romantic relationships in the past and they all ended abruptly and he doesn't handle breakups and rejection well. If you rejected him he wouldn't accept it, he would never accept that you don't want to be with him. He would feel insulted and hurt, as you, a human, had the courage and audacity to refuse him? He can give you anything you want: the universe, the sun, the moon, the stars, anything you want. Can't you see that? That you were made for each other? He will make you see it, he won't let you leave him, you were his the moment he laid eyes on you and from that moment on, you will always be his. He will try to be soft at first, trying to win you over through clumsy but loving affections, but once he realizes that none of that is working, he will go to extreme lengths and can and probably will kidnap you, Morpheus will bring you into his realm, a place you could never be away from him.

The Sandman is many things, he is obsessive, possessive, controlling, overprotective and cold and everything to you. He loves you, he really does, but if you hurt him in any way, the chances are he won't forgive you so easily, if he ever does, don't think wrong, he still won't let you go but he will be colder and spiteful in his approach. Morpheus learned to love you the moment he saw you, he fell hard and obsessively in love and there's no turning back, he won't go anywhere without you with him. It's gotten to the point where he can't do his job properly if he doesn't know you're happy and comfortable, he needs that reassurance, constantly. He sees you as superior to everyone else, he idolizes you and he wants you to be his Consort, he wants to rule The Dreaming with you at his side and he will and no one, not even you, will get in the way of that. He can be everything you dream of, but always remember, he is still one of the Endless and he is extremely dangerous with his obsession with you.

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kuuyandere · 1 year

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Idk maybe it’s the way I’ve shaped you into my head. The height matches up in my mind. But now that I think about I suppose I can see you being shorter but not as much. Yeah you just give if those vibes. 6’2 is a good height for darker aesthetic guys. It’s kinda broody

I see, I imagine I am more well-shaped in your head than I truly am in reality haha. I wonder what your height is, dear anon, and if you picture me towering over you in your mind since you assumed me to be tall.

#your yandere #aidoneus asks #Broody edgy guys can come in all sizes #Look at Tom Sturridge's Dream of the Endless for example: he's 1.74 m tall and the most emo brooding guy I know

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misstycloud · 10 days

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Imagine yandere vampire hunter finding out he married one of the creatures he vowed to destroy. The very monster he dedicated his entire life to kill.

“…no..i-it can’t be..” his voice was barely a whisper, but you heard it loud and clear as if he was right next to you.

You stood still in the darkness, your face was a mask of indifference. If you hadn’t been blinking he would have mistook you for a statue. It appeared you’d been careless and let yourself be seen- by him no less. You could still feel the warmth of the blood dripping down you chin; a curtain of red fell down the front of your dress and stained it.

“Please tell me this isn’t real..” your husband let his eyes wander to the soon-lifeless body laying not far away. Small puffs of air was seen coming for the person, indicating they were not yet dead. The disgusting sound of gurgling in one’s own blood sent a shiver down his spine. His eyes met yours, searching for any sort of confirmation that everything was indeed a figment of his imagination.

“It is, I’m afraid.” You said.

He let out a devestatd choke, muttering ‘no’ over and over while shaking his head, clearly in denial.

You reminded yourself not to show any emotion and stepped forward. “I will not lie to you and therefor I will utter the clear truth in front of you. I am a vampire.”

“No, no you’re not.” He refused to believe it. If it had been his friend; he would prioritise duty before friendship. If it was his brother; he would do the same. Even if it was his own parents; he would die before letting insensible things such as emotions to come in the way of doing what is right. But this was different. It was you. It can’t be you. It could never be you.

But it was. Clearly. The evidence- the body- was right in front of him; unblinking and unmoving.

“You cannot look away from what is in front of you-“

“Stop saying that!” He suddenly shouted, surprising you with the sudden change in tone. “You can’t be one of….them.” He expressed in great repulsion.

Despite knowing how evil your kind is, you still though of yourself as quite good- well, as good as you can be when you’re a blood sucking, murderous creature of the night. So your husbands disdain awoke some sort of defensiveness in you.

“Well I am. And I have been for a while now.”

He seemed to think for a moment. Then he asked, “how long? How long have you been a…a vampire?” He furrowed his brow at the end, not believing he’d connect ‘you’ and the word ‘vampire’ in his life.

“36 years. Not as long as some others, but it should still count as something.”

“Oh god..”

It meant that you were one since the start- no before- your marriage. Was he truly that blind? Had love taken such hold of him that he could no longer do his job properly?

How many vampires had he killed during you union? All that while simultaneously being wed to one himself. While loving one, caring for one and even making passionate love to one. It was like some fucked-up punishment tailor-made for him.

He knew what he had to do.

The first tear fell down his cheek, betraying his stern expression and showcasing his endless sorrow. “You are evil,” he raised his crossbow, “and now you have to be judged for your crimes.” How ironic of him to talk about committing crimes of slaughter as if he wasn’t doing exactly the same. He wasn’t stupid; not all immortals were pure darkness, it wasn’t that simple. They do what they have to in order to survive. Only some killed more than they had to. Still, it didn’t change the fact that they all need to be destroyed.

Your eyes widened when he pointed the weapon straight at you. You expected this. Of course he would kill you. However, a part of you could not stop from hoping he wouldn’t think of you as a monster. That perhaps you’d finally find somewhere you can call home and be accepted for what you are. It was a naive dream. Weren’t you his wife before you were a monster? Apparently not, because an arrow shot at you at incredible speed. It hit you in the arm and you cried out in pain.

While you had physical advantages, it doesn’t mean you are immune to pain.

Ripping it out, you studied the black liquid staining it. Your husband swore and immediately prepared to launch another. You felt your fangs grow in length and you hissed at him. Throwing yourself at him the two of you rolled around on the floor, each trying to restrain the other. You managed to get ahold of his crossbow and threw it away form his reach.

Your husband quickly dug into his pockets to grab a dagger, and tried to stab you. Luckily you stopped him in time, fighting him with your vampiric strength. You had to give it to him, he was surprisingly strong for a human. Despite you having supernatural gifts, he was definitely a match and you had a hard time holding you down. If it was any other situation you would have been impressed and rather seduced by his sheer strength, unfortunately this was not a good situation for you.

You leaned down, planning to bite him, but his fast reflexes let him use his free arm to keep you at a distance. He was now on the floor with you straddling him and trying with all your might to end his life.

Your husband knocked your heads together which was the distraction he needed to kick you off of him. You clenched you forehead in pain and backed away. But there was no more time to dwell on that pain, because it was minor compared to what you felt next. Agony was in your side, accompanied by the dagger you had previously defended yourself against.

Your lover was close. Enough for you to feel his breath, and enough for you to see tears running down his regretful face.

“Why was it you?”

Whether he referred to you being a vampire or you being the one he married, you did not know. It hardly mattered anyway.

In a way, you did love your husband. It was probably not in the normal spousal way but it was there. Maybe if you weren’t a blood-sucker you two would have been truly happy together. Too bad fate had other plans. Even though it was true that you were probably evil, you wanted to live. And despite the one threatening your existence was none other than the man who’d show a you devotion and love you though t you’d never find again, this was not where you wanted it to end.

With a shriek, you used all your power to push him as hard as you could. He flew backwards into the wall. You supposed he’d fainted from the force since he wasn’t making any move to get up. You clutched your side and groaned. You had to get out of there; somewhere safe.

You stumbled to the window and put your foot on the ledge. The dagger he’d stabbed you with must be silver, otherwise it wouldn’t have made as much damage. The wound in your side burned and sizzled with pain. You had no idea if your body would be able to fully heal you in time for when you need blood again- or even at all.

“Ugh….”

You heard a cough from behind you. It was your dearest. He must be sturdier than he looks to have woken up so quickly. He had rolled over to lay on his stomach and had his arms pathetically stretched in your direction.

“D-don’t go.”

You scoffed at his audacity. “What, so you can finally finish me off?”

He whimpered, “ N-no, I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have done that- why did I do that?” The last part appeared to be a criticism on himself. Nevertheless he continued, “please, I won’t do it again. I was wrong, you’re not evil I know that, I don’t know why I said that. I’m so sorry, please..”

A frown adorned your face. “It’s okay. I’m not evil, but I know I’m far from good- I’m not that delusional.” Then you turned back to the view of the outside world.

“Wait, no-“

“I have to go. I really mean it when I say this, ‘thank you for all these years together, they have been the happiest days I am now able to remember’.

“My love, don’t-“

You ignored his pleas as you jumped from the window. You landed in the dirt outside. You looked back at the house which you’d just escaped from and as you prepared to run off to another town and build up a new life (until you’d eventually have to run again) you listened to the scream of the man who’d been your husband for six years.

What was he screaming? What else if not your name.

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This Waking Nightmare (Part 4) Yandere!Morpheus x Fem!Reader

Part 3 and Part 5

Warnings: Stalking, voyeurism, possessive/obsessive behavior, Morpheus and his bad temper, mild smut, VERY YANDERE!!! See tags for more…

Neil Gaiman is a master storyteller and I own nothing related to The Sandman in any of its forms and/or adaptations.

Destiny’s gallery was just the same as it had always been for the last 300 years and Dream was grateful to see his elder brother standing there already waiting for him, at least he wouldn’t have to go trying to navigate his way through the maze-like labyrinth to find him.

It wasn’t unusual for any of the Endless to feel uncomfortable when visiting each other’s realm’s, but Destiny’s was always the one that got to him the most. Perhaps because they were so antithetical to one another, with Destiny dealing in the realm of facts and absolutes, and he himself in the realm of hopes and fantasies. These differences often made them butt heads during the few and far between family meetings that were held around the seven sided table. They weren’t close, not in the same way that he and Death were, in fact, Dream would probably go so far as to say that they were practically strangers. They were brothers, but in blood and name only, beyond that, they had no real connection.

In all honesty, he was probably closer to Desire than he was Destiny, and that truly was a sad thing to say.

“Greetings brother.” Destiny’s voice was a deep baritone that reverberated off the walls of his gallery like an echo in a cavern, as if there were many voices speaking all at once from deep within him. “I trust you are well, now that your tools and power have been returned to you, and that your rebuilding of the Dreaming is on track?” He inquired politely.

His gray robes were of the same fashion that he had been wearing for as long as Morpheus could remember, and though he was was blind, even without the monk-like hood covering his sightless eyes, he knew his brother could see more of him than what he was comfortable with, so he didn’t even bother trying to shield himself.

“You know perfectly well how things have gone, my brother.” Dream said, crossing his arms over his lean and muscular chest. He was still feeling rather annoyed and bitter that he had been forced to leave your side. “As I have been free for nearly two months now, if you had wished to inquire about my well-being, we both know you would have done so much sooner. Now, what is this about?”

Destiny was silent for a moment before letting loose a sigh that almost made Dream think that his brother was regretful of that.

“You are right, and I find I must apologize for that.” Destiny said quietly, almost sounding regretful. “I have been remiss in my duties lately as the eldest of our family and I should have checked in on you sooner, but you are very much correct, this matter I wish to discuss with you is about something else altogether.”

Dream nodded. “Well, get on with it, I have things I must attend to back home and I do not wish to be kept from them any longer than what is necessary.”

Destiny regarded him with a calculating stare before speaking. “I know very well what, or rather who, it is that you wish to return to my brother, and she is exactly what we need to speak about.”

Dream’s entire body stiffened all at once, so much so that it was difficult to know if he was even still breathing. He had been wondering who would be the one to finally give him the strongly anticipated lecture on staying away from mortals, but he certainly hadn’t expected it to come from his elder brother of all entities.

“Destiny…” Dream trailed off, already feeling on edge with just the knowledge that even one of his siblings knew of you and how he frequently kept tabs on you. “I have done nothing to violate the unwritten laws of our existence, but surely you must already know how greatly indebted to her I am.” No matter how true the words were, he knew he must sound as if he were grasping at straws to try and justify his actions and he hated himself in no small amount or it, but at least it was easier with Destiny than it would have been with Death. “She’ll spend roughly ⅔’s of what remains of her life in my realm, and the least I can do for her is make her visits there memorable and happy one’s.”

He easily could have kept going, but his brother held up a single pale hand to silence him, the links of the heavy chain that bound his great book to his wrists clicking with the movement. “Peace, my brother.” He said softly. “Though I do feel as if you have been reckless with this matter so far, that is not the reason I have called you here to speak with me about her today.”

Dream blinked owlishly at him for a moment, now thoroughly confused. He thought for certain that he was about to receive an earful regarding the consequences that come when one of them decides to get a little too involved in a mortal's life. Especially since, after his disastrous past with ‘her’, he was considered the prime example for what could happen if they crossed that line. But the fact that that wasn’t the topic that was up for discussion at the moment was both highly intriguing and worrisome for him. It made his mind wander, and the harder he pondered it, the darker his thoughts became.

Could it be possible that Destiny knew of some terrible event waiting for you just around the corner and that he called for this meeting between them in order to warn him about the impending danger? It would be unheard of for his sibling to reveal the path of someone’s fate to them or another, he’d certainly never done so before, not even to prevent the tragedy that befell his son and Eurydice. But if something was wrong, if you were in some kind of danger, then he would find a way to make Destiny reveal it to him, he would not stand for losing you if some threat to your well-being could be avoided.

“If there is some kind of threat to her, then you need to tell me, right now Destiny?” He pressed harshly, his voice going cold as he tried to get the conversation going. The sooner it was over with, the sooner he could get back to you and make sure you were alright. He had yet to feel you enter the Dreaming, so you were most definitely still awake, probably continuing your night out with your friend, but he didn’t want to be late when you did. He still hadn’t given up on finding the perfect dream for you after all and now he had your safety to consider as well.

There was another long pause before Destiny spoke again.

“I am afraid to tell you that I cannot give that information to you.”

That one sentence was enough to make Dream want to throttle his brother from here and on into oblivion. “Stop speaking in damn riddles!” He snapped, his already pale hands squeezing into white-knuckled fists. “You summoned me to speak of her, and now you won’t even tell me what it is about?” He clenched his teeth to stop himself from shouting out a string of profanities. “If something happens to her that could have been easily prevented by you simply telling me, then I shall be holding you personally responsible for it! Now speak plainly, so that I might carry on with my duties.”

If Destiny was taken aback or surprised by his younger brother’s outburst, then he was doing an excellent job of hiding it.

“I speak no riddles, brother mine, but perhaps I did not word my statement correctly, so allow me to reiterate.” He said, his voice just as calm and even as always, like nothing was able to affect him. “What I meant is that, I cannot tell you anything about her fate because I do not know, nearly all mention of her has disappeared from my book since the night she unexpectedly freed you, and I suspect that after you leave my realm today, even those small details will cease to exist.”

Dream froze upon hearing that and his blood ran cold, for he knew that such a thing should not even be possible, but more than that, it was the choice of wording that the other Endless used that threw him off.

“What do you mean, ‘unexpectedly’?” Dream inquired. Nothing should come as a shock to his brother, for he was the embodiment of facts and absolutes.

“I mean, Dream, that she was not meant to save you that night.” His hood shifted ever so slightly as he squeezed the spine of his closed book. “Of all her branching fates and the choices she could have made, that was not meant to be one of them.”

Morpheus, Lord of Dreams, could not believe what he was hearing. It went against all things of logic and order, that Destiny, firstborn of the Endless, should be left in the dark regarding anything, especially the fate of a single mortal girl, even one as brave and kind as you.

“If what you say is true-”

“It is.” Destiny said, cutting him off mid sentence.

Morpheus resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the defensive tone, for such an act would be highly immature and inappropriate, and simply continued on as if he hadn’t heard it. “If what you say is true, then what does it all mean?”

“I do not know for certain, but I…” Destiny paused, as if what he had to say next was somehow blasphemous, and for him and the very nature of his being, it likely was. “I have a… a theory.” He stressed the word as if it were a foreign sensation on his tongue.

Dream could visibly see just how difficult this was for his sibling, so he wisely kept silent and waited as patiently as he was able to for him to continue on.

“As I said before, freeing you was never one of the paths she was supposed to take that night, and though I do not know for certain, I can only suspect that it was the universe itself twisting the strands of fate to work out the way they did.”

“Please, elaborate further.” Dream pressed, eager to hear more.

Nodding, Destiny continued. “I believe that, due to your absence, the universe and the forces that control it beyond even our understanding, perhaps grew worried when yet another of the Endless went missing and their post was left abandoned. So, when an opportunity for your release was sensed, they altered fate itself to work out in your favor.”

The Dreamlord pondered the words his brother spoke and could only come to the conclusion that what he said made a lot of sense. They, The Endless, were uniquely powerful beings in their own right, but there were other unknown forces out there that were even more powerful. Some that would likely make the power of he and his siblings look like a drop in a bucket by sheer comparison. And if those same forces wished to alter fate and create a new series of events to suit an outcome that they wanted, then he had no doubt that they could wholeheartedly make it so.

“Let us say that your hypothesis is correct, why then, would she be removed from your book? What purpose would it serve?” Dream asked quietly.

Destiny pursed his lips and seemed to weigh his next statement carefully, as if he were debating with himself on whether or not to continue. It made Dream feel as if the other entity was trying to hide something from him, and since that something concerned you and your possible safety, he had every intention of getting the truth from him.

Luckily though, Destiny seemed to realize that it was better to give him the details than to hold out on them and risk starting a feud with one of his more powerful siblings.

“I believe that that detail may have been for your benefit, my brother.” He exclaimed, much to Dream’s obvious confusion.

“And just how and why do you think such a thing would be of benefit to me?” He replied, genuinely curious.

“Because none of our other siblings are aware of her existence, Dream, and even if they were, they could not directly influence her or touch her in any way. That is one of the few things that has been revealed to me in my book.”

…

All the unnecessary air went whooshing out of his lungs, and for once, Dream of The Endless was left completely and utterly speechless in the wake of that statement.

And so Destiny went on speaking, his words and tone carrying an uncharacteristic note of care and familial affection in them.

“Your very existence is to help those who enter your realm experience and achieve their greatest hopes and face their darkest fears, but tell me brother, as the Lord of Dreams, what is your dream? What is it that you have always longed for, but have never been able to gain no matter how many times you’ve tried, the one thing that always seems to slip through your fingers like the sand you carry at your hip?”

The brothers stared at one another for another long moment, one sightless yet not, and the other with flickering stars, and both knew what the answer to that heavy question was without it needing to be said aloud.

“I believe those forces I spoke of previously have given you a boon as payment for your time kept in captivity.” Destiny said quietly. “The opportunity to gain that which you have so long yearned for, without the possibility of our other siblings interfering.”

It took no effort at all to guess which one of their siblings Destiny was referring to the most, and just the thought of he/she/them getting anywhere near you was enough to make Morpheus see red.

“It is because of that small revelation related to our other family members that I believe this to be the case.” He went on. “When the facts are analyzed as a whole, I can think of no other explanation for what it all could mean.”

So many thoughts were racing through Dream's mind at this time and he was having a hard time focusing on any one of them for too long. If Destiny was correct in his assumptions, then it would go a long way towards explaining why he felt so drawn to you, why Death never brought you up during their last meeting, or even why Desire had yet to try and use you against him. There were so many questions he had that now needed answers, but he had a feeling that Destiny was reaching the limit of what he knew regarding this new revelation, he did say that his information on these events was limited at best. His brother wasn’t usually one to insert himself as a player in the events he oversaw, often preferring to act as an incidental observer and only interfering when it was absolutely required of him. Being this forthcoming with the facts was likely very uncomfortable for him.

“When you say that you and the others are unable to influence her, do you know in what way your book meant?” Dream asked as his final question, the rest he would figure out on his own.

“I mean that we cannot directly impress upon her our specific aspects, you are the only one that can do that now it seems.” Destiny clarified. “For instance, she can still feel desire and despair and perhaps even mania, but only because they are human traits that are woven into the very fabric of who she is, and not because of the twins' and Delirium’s involvement. It’s as if she no longer exists, like she no longer registers on any of our senses.” The hooded entity shook his head now. “I do not know what such a thing could mean for our sister, Death, but I do not think such an opportunity would be made possible, only for you to eventually lose her in a handful of decades to old age and expiration, but I suppose that is just something that you will have to discover in time. I doubt I will be giving anymore information on your involvement with her now that I have revealed what I do know to you.”

Dream nodded his head in acknowledgment of his siblings' words. “I understand, and I thank you for sharing with me your knowledge and thoughts on the matter, my brother. I shall take my leave of you now, as you have given me much to think on.” Dream made to turn on his heels and head back to the Dreaming, but his ears picked up on one last thing his brother said, one last piece of advice for him to mull over.

“Remember, Dream, much of what I have told you is merely my own speculation, do not take my word as gospel.”

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The first thing Morpheus did upon his return to the castle was make a quick stop in the library to inform Lucienne that he was not to be disturbed for the rest of the evening for anything less than a literal apocalypse.

“Is everything alright, my Lord?” The librarian asked, giving him a worried once-over and readjusting her spectacles. “You look troubled by something.”

Dream should have known she’d be able to pick up on his shift in mood so quickly. She was far more observant than anyone, himself included, gave her credit for sometimes. She had acted as his right hand and personal assistant long before his imprisonment, but it was only just recently, after the events with Rose Walker, that those titles had become more official. And now he would likely need to rely on her even more over the coming days and weeks while he figured out what he was going to do about the information Destiny had provided him with today.

“Yes, all is well for the time being.” Dream replied, wondering just how much he should reveal to her at this time, but in the end, he decided to be discreet and to keep the details to a minimum for the time being. “I had a meeting with Destiny today and I now require some solitude to think over what he spoke to me about.”

Lucienne was clearly surprised to hear this, but that was to be expected. Save for Desire and Despair, it wasn’t very often that any of the Endless met up with one another.

“I certainly hope it wasn’t bad news that he delivered.” She said, a bit of caution lacing her voice. “We’ve only just recently gotten the rebuilding of the realm on track.”

Dream shook his head. “No, nothing like that.” He confirmed. “It was more of a… personal matter, and now I need to come to a decision on how to handle it, and I will inform you on what will need to be done once I have made said decision, but in the meantime, I simply request that I not be disturbed for a while.”

Lucienne nodded respectfully. “As you wish, Sir. I will see to it that the palace staff knows not to bother you without due cause and to bring any concerns to me for the time being.” It was obvious that she was curious about what this was all about, but luckily, Lucienne knew when it was appropriate to ask questions, and when to leave well enough alone.

“Thank you. Have a good evening, Lucienne.” He said, and swiftly made his way out of the library.

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Rather than allow himself to materialize in his private chambers to contemplate this new revelation, Morpheus instead chose to walk the halls and climb the stairs himself, giving him more time to contemplate what he now knew of you.

For so long he’d yearned for someone to share himself with, a mate who would love him as much as he loved her, and he’d tried so many times in the past to find that individual, but after so many failed relationships and broken hearts, he’d genuinely lost hope that he’d ever finding such a being. Now he was once again being given a chance to have that lifelong fantasy fulfilled, and he couldn’t deny that the thought of finally having a partner to share his existence with was a tempting one, especially if Destiny was correct and he wouldn’t have to worry about Desire manipulating either of you into hurting one another or the universe ripping you apart for breaking its unwritten laws.

He wouldn’t have to be alone anymore. He would finally have someone to share the quiet hours of his day with, to go on strolls around the Dreaming with, someone to enjoy a good meal and conversation with and who would give him the companionship he had always craved. He would never again have to wake up to the other half of his bed being cold and empty, because you would be there, wrapped up safe and in his arms. The thought of you in his bed, the bed he didn’t even really need, was also a tempting thought, especially when he thought of what could be done in said bed during the long hours of the night when all was quiet in the castle.

Dream entered his chambers and immediately went to take a seat in his favorite chair by the roaring fireplace and sunk into the plush cushioning. A glass of red wine appeared on the little table beside him and with a heavy sigh, he finally allowed his mind to fully wander over all he had learned today.

This entire situation, everything Destiny had revealed to him, it all just seemed too good to be true, and he knew he should be examining all of this with more scrutiny, but he was finding it harder and harder to do that when his mind couldn’t seem to stop wondering towards thoughts of you and how perfect and seamlessly you would fit into the role of his consort and queen.

He had already admitted to himself a while ago that he found you attractive, the tingling heat that filled his lower belly and the twitching of his cock whenever he watched you was more than proof of that. He knew for a fact just how kind and forgiving you could be, but he had also witnessed firsthand how you were more than capable of putting your foot down and standing up for yourself as well as others, and those were all good traits for a queen to possess.

Given your negative views on the dreams he had been crafting for you, he assumed it was safe to say that you would be more than a little bit frightened by his reappearance in your life, but he was positive that once you calmed down and got to know him better, you would happily fall right into his arms. He would not make the same mistakes with you that he’d made in the past with all his other lovers, he would exercise patience and care as much as he could where you were concerned, and he vowed he would not let his work and duties come between you both and make the relationship a strained and distant one.

That last one had always been a major point of conflict and why so many of his past relationships had failed so miserably, but he would do his best to change that this time around and he would make it a point to set aside time for you each and every day, so that you would never feel as if you were being left on the back burner. Although, unlike the women that littered his past, you would not be a mere lover or fling, you would be his queen, and such a position would naturally permit you to take on a more active role here in the Dreaming with him. You would not be his equal by any means, nor would you rule and make decisions on the same level that he did, but he was sure he could find smaller tasks for you to do that would help you feel as if you had a stronger purpose with him here.

Perhaps he was getting too ahead of himself though… After all, his first order of business should be focused on devising a way to introduce himself to you, properly this time. He hadn’t exactly left you with the best impression of himself when he put you to sleep and left you in your dorm room the night you saved him.

He was well aware about your trip to the physician and your worries about possibly having been taken advantage of by him, but he couldn’t bring himself to hold such a thing against you for very long. He had been mildly insulted by such an assumption at the time, but after reminding himself that you knew absolutely nothing about him or what it was he had done, he later found himself applauding your forward thinking and silently beaming with pride that you were capable of taking such excellent care of yourself. Thankfully though, such a thing wouldn’t be necessary for too much longer, because once you took your place by his side here in the Dreaming, he would be the one taking care of you and seeing to all your needs, as it should be.

But it was because of these less than positive views you had of him that he knew he needed to approach this situation with a bit more tactfulness.

As much as he would like to intercept you in the waking world, where things would be more tangible for you, he knew that he should start where he was at his most confident and where you might feel slightly more open to him revealing himself to you, and that was in your dreams.

Speaking of your dreams, he thought to himself with no small amount of alarm, it was highly unusual that he had yet to feel you enter his realm. Since the moment he returned to his full power, he had been keeping a small portion of his senses locked onto you at all times and had become quite in-tuned with your schedule, and even on your latest of study nights, you were usually drifting off to sleep by now.

It was likely that you were simply caught up in your evening with Evelyn and hadn’t gone to bed yet, but after everything he had learned today, all he desired now at the end of it was to gaze upon you and see for himself that you were safe and well.

With a wave of his hand and a small swirling cyclone of sand, a mirror suddenly materialized before him. It appeared to be nothing more than a simple cheval mirror with an intricately carved frame, similar to the gates of horn and ivory, but this was no ordinary mirror that stood before him now, for it was in fact, a scrying glass. He had received it as a payment for a bargain he struck long long ago, but never had much of a need for it until just recently. All he had to do was think of you and it would show him precisely where you were and what you were doing, and thankfully, it wasn’t only limited to just showing him your physical and waking form, but your dream self as well. It was how he had been keeping an eye on you in the waking world when he or Matthew could not, and also how he had been watching you in the dreaming.

He thought of your smile first, the one you wore in the dreams he created for you and the one he so desperately wanted to see grace your face in the waking world. Then he pictured the iron resolve that had filled your beautiful (e/c) eyes the night you shattered his cage, and from there, an image began to take shape in the reflection of the oval glass.

However, as the picture solidified and became as clear as the waters of the Dreaming, it wasn’t joy or contentment that he felt upon seeing you…

But pure and all consuming rage.

And outside, the Dreaming reacted in kind to its ruler’s emotions.

Angry bolts of lightning flashed consecutively across the now pitch black and starless sky, while deafening blows of thunder followed in their wake.

Because there you were, naked as the day you were born and straddling the waist of some unknown mortal boy he’d never seen around you before. You were moving above him like a goddess, your head thrown back in wild abandon and your fingers digging into his chest like that was the only thing keeping you tethered to this plain of existence.

Morpheus was torn between wanting to keep his eyes on you, because your naked form was even more lovely than what he had ever allowed himself to imagine, and wanting to go there right this second and yank you off of the unworthy vermin and shake some sense back into you, before dragging you back to this chamber to give you very long and pleasurable demonstration on just how thoroughly you belonged to him.

You were meant to be his, so why were you in someone else’s bed making love to them?!

He had no idea how long he sat there, watching the scene unfold and listening to the horrible sounds you and he were making together, but he was so consumed with his angry thoughts and trying to contain the shattering of his heart that he nearly missed what unfolded next.

Dream watched as you suddenly stopped and heaved a frustrated groan. “I’m sorry, this just isn’t working.” You said, your brow pinching with a look of annoyance.

The mortal male responded with a cheeky grin and ran his big meaty hands down your back to grab at your ass. “You wanna switch positions or something, love?” He asked, and a tremor strong enough to rattle the walls and windows of the castle shook the realm when Morpheus heard that disgusting term of endearment. He most certainly had no right whatsoever to call you anything of the sort. “I don’t mind taking over for a bit.” He said suggestively.

But the man’s confident smile dropped into a look of unadulterated shock when you shook your head and proceeded to climb off of him and gather up your clothes. “No, I meant that the sex in general isn’t working.” You replied, tugging on your shirt, pants and shoes before shoving your undergarments and socks into the pockets of your coat. “I can already tell I’m not going to be getting an orgasm out of this, so I see no reason to keep going.” You finished getting dressed and began looking around for your purse.

The pathetic creature blinked in confusion a few times before gaining back some of his wits. “Are you fucking serious?!” He asked, anger now beginning to take over his features and Morpheus was fully prepared to intervene if he so much as twitched his fingers in your direction. “You’re just gonna leave me here like this!” He said, and gestured to his still erect member wrapped in a condom like it was some great monument. “You’re not even going to suck me off before you leave, or finish me with a hand job?!”

If Morpheus wasn’t feeling so on edge still, he might have actually laughed upon seeing the disgusted look that crossed your face at the vile suggestion.

“And why exactly should you be allowed to get off if I don’t get to, hmm?” You responded, reaching for the door knob.

Apparently, the fool hadn’t been expecting such a straightforward and logical response, and as such, he had no comment to counter your argument with and simply sat there on the bed in speechless silence, his mouth hanging open like a fish out of water.

“Yeah, my point exactly.” You said, opening the door and stepping into the hallway before making your way out of the building.

Morpheus watched as you silently made your way across the university’s campus and back to your own familiar dorm room, and while he was still livid with you for unknowingly betraying him this evening, he also knew at the same time that directing his anger towards you wasn’t entirely fair. You weren’t yet aware of the facts that he was now privy to, at least, not in a way you were consciously aware of. He hoped that your inability to find satisfaction with that pathetic mortal was because you knew on some fundamental level that he was the one meant to bring your mind and body the pleasure it craved, him and no one else. So perhaps you were simply trying to fill a void that now existed inside of you, one you were unaware couldn’t be replaced by anyone but himself. That was truly the only conclusion he could reach that came close to explaining why you would willingly seek out the bed of another, and he supposed he couldn’t blame you too much for that.

Meanwhile, he continued to watch with what remained of his weakened self restraint as you took a brief shower to wash away what little evidence there was of your infidelity, and regardless of whether there had been protection or not, he thanked the universe that you hadn’t allowed the filthy swine to spend himself inside of you. That, he firmly promised himself, was an honor only he would ever know the unparalleled bliss of.

With his anger now reduced to nothing more than a dull ache in his heart, he continued to watch as you silently brushed your teeth before crawling naked into your bed under the mountain of blankets you seemed intent on hoarding.

You looked so terribly exhausted as you quickly drifted off into slumber, and while it hurt his pride a bit to admit this rather minor defeat, he couldn’t ignore the fact that, no matter how good his intentions were, the dreams he’d been sending you weren’t helping you rest as peacefully as he had hoped they would. So, at least until he’d settled on how and when to approach you in the Dreaming, he would endeavor to no longer interfere in your dreams for the time being. Such a decision might be for the best though, he realized, especially since the coming days and weeks were going to be hectic enough when he considered that he was going to have to keep up on his regular duties while also planning for your eventual relocation and move here to the Dreaming to be with him.

Such changes and details weren’t something he wanted to rush or put lackluster effort into. He wanted you to see that you were going to be a priority that was equally to, if not greater, than his responsibility to the Dreaming and its inhabitants.

With that motivational thought now in his mind, Morpheus sent one last longing look at your image in the scrying glass and stroked the smooth surface with the tips of his fingers, right over your cheek.

“Sleep well, my little one. We’ll be together soon, I promise.”

I know that there was was a lot to unpack in this chapter, but I hope it sufficiently makes up for the uninteresting tone of the last one. Please enjoy and feel free to share your thoughts and feelings with me!

On a quick side note, I'm probably going to take some time to try and work on a few of my other fics over the next week or two, so please don't get your hopes up for another quick update to this one right away.

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