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Just an update for those who care about the "His Gift" series. Should be updating in a couple days, got really busy with assignments and uni work so getting some free time now. Thanks for all your patience

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Eternity: Prologue

Pairing: Dark!Morpheus x (?)Reader

Summary: You should’ve known that running from your past would be your downfall… you just never would’ve imagined it’d land you right into the waiting arms of an Endless, one that’s been searching for you for eons. he may be trapped for now, but your new job at Fawny Rig may just be the solution for that. Heed the warnings: you took something from him and now he must consume you for himself…

Word Count: 619

Warnings: mind manipulation/control, possessive and obsessive behaviour, more to added with more chapters

A/N: I need to quit starting new series when I haven’t even finished one yet but here we are. This will progressively get darker and more intense as more chapters are written so beware. As always, I hope you’re alright and let me know what you think!

Strolling through a forest this late at night seemed to be a very bad idea… to most.

To you, on the other hand, you thrived and revelled in the peace of the night and mystery of the forest. It had become your safe haven ever since… well, no need to dwell on it.

The crunch of the leaves underneath your bare feet and the sound of your quiet breath were what echoed throughout the otherwise quiet night. Your only audience being the nature encompassing you and the stars that gazed down on you.

You continued to walk calmly through the trees, only stopping once you’d found a wide enough perch for you to mirror the stars’ inquisitive gaze. How does one describe the stars? There’s too much to say; you can’t decide to focus on their intricate beauty or their intense shine in the night sky.

After a while of merely admiring the stars, you heard the caw of a bird and your head darted in its direction. “Hello, little raven,” you whispered to it. The bird cawed once more.

“Care to join me?”

The raven shuffled closer to you tentatively, almost as though it was afraid of you - something you had to remedy immediately. “There’s no need to be frightened, little one. I won’t hurt you, come, sit on my shoulder.”

Obliging you, the bird carefully flew to your shoulder and curled its feet into your shoulder, appreciative of their sharpness.

Silence once again sat heavily through the night, a welcome, blanketed atmosphere. Just you and the raven and the stars.

… It began as a small, nagging feeling. Like an itch, ever persistent yet never in reach to dispel. Then it grew into something more, something akin to shivers running up and down your spine and when the feeling reached its climax, it was too late.

You finally understood why the stars felt like they were gazing down at you: they were. Eyes the size of planets dominated the skylight.

Then the stars started to move. To shrink into a constellation of a man who now stood in front of you. His pale hand was outstretched from his long, black, rich robes and his handsome and stern features were drawn into an intense look… a look that was directed at you.

The realisation that you could be in danger beyond your comprehension is what inspired you to do it. Stupid though it may be, you too cautious steps towards the ethereal being in front of you with your own hand waiting to touch his.

When your fingers nearly grazed his, he raised his head minimally and a delicate eyebrow rose song with the anxious parting of his lips. What would happen when you touched his hand? What did he want? Who was he?

You were in some sort of a trance. Indistinguishable whispers overwhelmed your hearing and the hand in front of you drew you in for an unknown reason. The raven was now on the being’s shoulder rather than your own but something told you that he was as transfixed as you were.

“Take my hand, my love, and allow me to care for you… for eternity.”

Eternity sounded nice… you reached to finally grasp his hand and when you did-

“(Y/N)! YOU’RE LATE FOR YOUR NEW JOB!”

You jolted up and with wide eyes (and a tingling palm), whispered, “Fuck”. Fawny Rig was your only chance to get away, you can’t lose it.

After speed-running your morning routine and shouting a goodbye to your roommate, you gave one last look at your itching palm before you caught a taxi for your new future, not knowing that the danger was even closer than ever before…

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His Gift Part 6

A/N = Look at that another part, with actual plot. With us finally seeing Death and getting Morpheus actually trying. Thanks to everyone who has been giving all the previous parts so much love, i really appreciate it. I hope everyone enjoys this chapter so yeah thanks.

Warnings = 18+, minors do not interact, swearing, dark!morpheus

Hands pressed against her skin, Morpheus can feel how fast her heart is beating. He can see the fear hiding behind the fury in her eyes. It makes his heart twist and ache. The joy he had felt when he realised she had felt the pull of the bond had been contorted into an hideous anger at her words.

Not just at her open rejection of their bond but her rejection of him. The way she spoke, loathing dripping off of every word. He felt the urge to kiss her, to silence her ugly words. To make her see his love for her. To make her crave his touch and beg for more. To show her their destiny. But he forced himself back. Knowing despite what he wanted it would only make things worse. He disappeared in a swirl of sand retreating into another part of the palace.

He found himself in his throne room. His eyes moved around the room as he slumped on the steps. The palace had been restored to what it was before. As if he had never left. But yet he couldn’t take any pride in it. Not when the one person who he wanted to enjoy it with could barely stand to look at him.

Who was she to deny him, to deny what they were meant to be . The darker part of his mind whispers. To reject his love, to reject the connection between them. He would make her see, force her to understand if he had to. It purred. What was a mortal against him, against an endless.

“Matthew said I would find you here,” Morpheus glanced over to the middle of the room. He saw his sister, standing with her hands in her pockets. “Enjoying your moping session are we?”

“ I am not moping ,” he mutters. Standing from the stairs to approach Death. “ What brings you here my sister .”

“Y/n,” her voice is soft and placating but he hardens his gaze.

“ I warn you sister you have no right to interfere, she is mine ,” the thought of his sister stepping between them, removing Y/n from the dreaming. It frees something dark within him.

“Wow, I wonder why she hasn’t fallen for your charm,” Death tilts her head before continuing, “I am not here to interfere Dream. I couldn’t even if I wanted to.”

He relaxes slightly at that, “ Then why have you come? ”

“I am here to help you little brother.” “ I have no need for your help ,” he growls.

“Really? Because, to me, it looks like you rushed into things again.”

“ I had no other choice. ”

“Oh cut the crap, just because you can’t handle your jealousy does not mean you had to,” Death says bluntly. “When will you learn to stop messing up the basic foundations of a relationship?” Morpheus remains silent, unable to argue with her observations.

Death sighs, hand reaching out and touching his shoulder. “You have been away a long time, dating customs have changed. People like to know the person before they go confessing their eternal love and devotion.”

“ She is my soulmate, we are bound to each other. Matched in every way- ”

“And that means absolutely nothing to her! She’s mortal, a couple days ago she was living a normal life. Now she’s learning that not only are they anthropomorphic representations of human concepts but one of them is in love with her for some reason.”

“ Not just some reason, she is- ”

“If you say soulmate one more time I will be forced to slap sense into you,” she takes in a deep breath, “I know it goes against every instinct in your endless body but you need to go slow. Start small, get to know her, let her know you, make her like you and then try to court her.”

Morpheus moves away from Death, his voice quiet “ I fear it is too late for that, she loathes the sight of me. ”

“Well threatening a woman isn’t exactly conducive to a good relationship.”

“ I am trying but when she rejects our bond it is like I cannot control myself ,” Morpheus sighs, “ Everytime i try I seem to only make things worse. ”

Death smiles sympathetically “You need to stop seeing it as rejection. She’s confused and scared, she doesn’t understand. You need to be gentle, show her your hidden softer side.”

“ I do not have- ”

“You absolutely do have one, don't try and deny it.” Morpheus huffs at that and Death smiles. They sit in silence for a couple minutes before Morpheus finds the courage to say what has been on his mind, “ What if she always hates me? ”

“You said it yourself, she’s your soulmate. It’s your destiny to be in love with each other.”

Y/n forces herself to stand up. She needs to leave this room, as much as she just wants to climb back into bed and pretend this all isn’t happening. Walking along the corridors she realises she’s completely lost. Fucks sake all she wants to do is sleep in her bed. She stops mid step as she realises she just called it her bed . Fuck she really needs to get out of here. Turning around a corner she sees several doors. Opening one at random she finds…her bedroom.

She steps inside suspiciously. Half expecting Morpheus to be lurking around a corner. Instead she finds it empty, well almost empty.

“Finally I was wondering when you would show up,” Matthew caws moving from the balcony to the dresser.

“Did Morpheus send you to spy on me.”

“What? No, I just thought I'd see how you were doing. Sheesh.”

She sighs, “Sorry it’s just, it’s been a rough morning.”

“It’s okay, I understand. I mean I woke up one day to find I'd died in my sleep and I’m now a raven serving the personification of dreams.”

“I don’t even know how to react to that.”

“A laugh maybe.”

“I don’t even know if I can laugh right now.”

“Things will get better, I know he seems like a jerk but he’s really nice if you give him a chance. Well maybe not really nice …”

Y/n wants to argue back. To say she doesn’t intend to be here long enough to give him a chance. But she doesn’t get to before there is a knock at her door. Clearing her throat she calls out, “Come in.”

The door opens to reveal Morpheus and Y/n shuffles awkwardly. “ Hello, may I speak with you? ” Cautiously Y/n nods and he moves further into the room.

“I’ll just give you two some space,” Matthew breaks the silence awkwardly before flying back out the balcony.

“Come to threaten me some more?”

Morpheus takes a small step towards her, she can’t help but observe how uncomfortable he looks. She uncrosses her arms. “ I came to apologise, ” the words sound foreign in his voice.

“ I am not apologising for comforting you last night. I will never allow you to be in that level of distress, ” she scoffs but he continues, “ The way i reacted this morning was wrong. I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable or taken advantage of. I should have…understood why you reacted the way you did. My behaviour was abhorrent. I can only reassure you that I will try better in the future and ask for your forgiveness. ”

The anger that she had been holding on to slips away. Not completely but it becomes smaller. He stands with his arms by his side, as if he was wishing to be anywhere else. She swallows down the instinct to insult or shout at him. She needs to be smart now. If she ever wants any hope of getting out of here she has to learn more before she can make a plan. Her best chance of doing that is standing in front of her.

Taking a deep breath she speaks, “I also apologise for my reaction this morning, I was knocked off balance and I went on the defence. I’m not excusing what you did-”

“ I do not expect you to. ”

“But I wasn't blameless,” she sighs, taking the smallest step towards him. “I still think you were wrong for taking me but if i’m going to be here then at the very least we should be civil.”

He smiles at that, his eyes seem to lighten up. She feels a smudge of guilt before she pushes it down. She watches as he leans towards her slightly. As if he wants to wrap his arms around her but is fighting the urge. “ A truce? ” His voice is hopeful.

“A truce,” she holds out her hand before she can think better of it.

His hand is warm and his grip is firm. As soon as they make contact she remembers the feeling from last night. His strong hands wrapped around her. She remembers the strength as they held her up against the wall that night at the club. How smooth they felt and how her skin burned for more contact. She drops his hand but fights the urge to stand back.

She sees Morpheus is not unaffected. He’s breathing harder, his eyes are so dilated they remind her of a clear pitch black sky. His hand stays where it is for a few moments before it falls back to his side.

“ I would like to have dinner with you tonight, if you would be amenable? ”

She steels herself, “I think I could do that.”

He smiles again and it makes her heart ache. “ If you need anything from me before then you need only ask Y/n, ” it’s the first time he’s used her name instead of love or my heart. It’s almost worse. Hearing it in his smooth, rich voice. The way he says it is if it was something holy or precious.

He turns to leave and Y/n feels the urge to do more. Before she can think of a better idea she just blurts it out, “Jeans.”

He turns, eyebrow lifted and clearly confused, “ Jeans? ”

“It’s just you didn’t give me any. The dresses and skirts are lovely but I just wonder if I could get a few pairs.” “ Of course, ” he waves a hand and a pile of jeans appear on top of the dresser. There’s a range of different colours and styles.

“Thank you,” her voice is stilted but he nods. Once he leaves she lets out a breath. Somehow she feels more exhausted, which she didn’t know was possible. A part of her feels angry, as if she’s giving in. Letting him win. But she knows she has to be smart about this. She moves over to the dresser. Examining the different jeans and unintentionally allowing a small smile to creep on her face.

Walking out of her room is the hardest thing Morpheus has had to do. He almost couldn’t believe it. She had forgiven him, touched him voluntarily, and agreed to dinner. It was better than he hoped for.

He glimpsed down at his hand. His palm still tingled. The contact had been brief but the bond had been open. He had felt her emotions. There was hesitation in it but also a rush of lust that had been unexpected. And her voice as she asked him for such a simple request. As if she was afraid he would say no. Like he could deny her anything. He had wanted to take her in his arms, to destroy any doubt of his devotion to her. But he had restrained himself. Moving back to his room he made plans for dinner.

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Four Days

A/N = Yeah i have no explanation for this other than i had a thought. Also i wanted to try writing some oneshots for Morpheus so this is a first attempt. If you have any ideas for other things i should write send me an ask. Yeah, so enjoy.

Warnings = 18+ minors do not interact, heavy smut, swearing.

Y/n was sitting in her and her husband’s bedroom. It was the fourth day in a row he had not shown up for dinner. While she understood the obligations Morpheus had to his realm she couldn’t help but feel ignored. It was then that an idea came to her mind. A way to recapture her husband’s attention and remind him of his duties to her. With a mischievous grin she walks over to the wardrobe putting her plans into place.

When Morpheus finally came to their room she was curled up in the armchair. Legs tucked underneath her, pretending to be absorbed in a book. Moving slowly Morpheus took the seat opposite her. Taking in her outfit, the satin black room that barely covered her thighs. He swallowed.

He was aware that he had been rather neglectful. He was also aware of his wife’s wrath. There had been occasions when he had forgotten dinner and she refused to acknowledge him for days. He hoped this was not one of those occasions, longing for the touch of his love.

“How was your day, my queen?”

“Rather uneventful, quite unlike yours I expect.”

“I apologise for missing dinner-”

She shuts the book, interrupting him and places it on the table next to her. She stands, moving over to Morpheus before settling in his lap. His hands move automatically to her waist. Feeling the silky fabric covering her. “No apologies are necessary my lord,” Morpheus’s mouth feels dry all of a sudden, his wife knows exactly what effect that title has on him, “I understand your duties have been very demanding of you lately,” her tone is sympathetic and strokes a hand down his chest.

“I am thankful to have such an understanding wife,” His hands slide down to cup her rear but she stands suddenly. Extracting herself from his grip and he restrains himself from pulling her back down.

 “I am very tired, my love. Let’s go to bed?” Her voice is light but Morpheus senses a trap. Nonetheless he stands and gets ready for bed. He watches as she washes her face. Sitting on the bed waiting for her to be done. As she walks over he can’t help but be entranced by her beauty. She stops at her side of the bed, faking a yawn. She can feel his eyes locked on to her, she manages to subdue the grin threatening to spoil her surprise.

Morpheus watches as with one hand she undoes the belt of her robe, it glides off of her and falls to the ground. He can’t stop his groan as he takes in her outfit. She’s wearing a red corset decorated with black lace that clings to her figure. Highlighting her curves perfectly. On her bottom half are a matching pair of underwear in the same colours. Morpheus moves towards her without a second thought. But before he can reach her she tuts.

“I’m too tired for that tonight husband,” this time she doesn’t hide the wicked smile on her face.

 It’s now Morpheus understands his punishment. To lie next to his wife, to hold her in this outfit. It’s sweet torture. He’s already painfully hard and his hands twitch to grab her. To sink his fingers into where she is most likely already dripping. To kneel before her and make her cry in pleasure. To watch her ride him dressed like a true queen.

“My love please, I am sorry,” He begs too far gone in his desire for her to care.

“Are you now? Well I fear it’s four days too late,” she begins to crawl forward and Morpheus is frozen. Every muscle in his body held taunt to restrain from grabbing her. From taking her and claiming her as his. But he understands his wife’s anger and forces himself to bear her punishment. “Four nights I spent my days alone, ate my dinner alone and went to bed alone,” she climbs onto his lap and his grip tears the bedsheets in his effort to remain still.

“Maybe I should subject you to the same, four nights away from me. Four nights picturing me like this, hearing me moan your name as I pleasure myself while you cannot,” she breaths the words into his ear and he moans unabashedly. She pauses and for a moment he fears she will follow through on her threat. “But then I would be denying myself as well. No, I think you shall have to repent to me, my husband. For your neglect.”

He nods quickly, eager to be allowed to touch her. “Whatever you want my love, I wish only for your forgiveness, for your kindness,” his voice is lower than normal, knowing the effect it brings out on his wife. He watches her shiver, readjusting herself on his lap. He slowly strokes his hands up her legs, feeling the soft skin. “Let me bring you pleasure, my queen, let me serve you.”

 “Go on then, show me how sorry you are,” at her words he springs into action. A hand wraps around her waist bringing her closer. Her clothed cunt grinding against his thigh. With a thought he removes his clothes and is rewarded by the feeling of her hands running over his shoulders. Nails scratching lightly making him groan as he brings their lips together. Dominating the kiss, he brings a hand to her hips. Making her grind against him faster. She gasps into his mouth and he greedily swallows the sound. 

He moves away, taking in the view. His beautiful wife dressed as truly a queen should be grinding down on his thigh. He feels the material of her underwear is damp already. Her head thrown back, mouth agape as she moans. He brings his lips to her neck, sucking and biting possessive marks into the skin.

It’s not long before her movements become unsteady, he takes control of them. Making her move faster as she writhes in pleasure. “Morpheus ah fu-fuck, yes please, going to fuck-” she presses her lips against his. Kissing him as she reaches her peak, Morpheus doesn’t slow down. Extracting every ounce of pleasure as she cums. Eventually she pushes at his chest, mewling in overstimulation. He halts her movements then, moving them so she lies flat on the bed with him looming over her.

 He kisses her neck again, moving down her collarbones and the tops of her breasts. As much as he wants to rip away the material keeping her from his touch. He is enjoying the view of her in this corset far too much. She had chosen this outfit deliberately, knowing he would lose his mind seeing her dressed in it. 

His hands grip her thighs. Pushing her legs up to give him an unimpeded view of her soaked underwear. He moves down, positioning his head in front of her aching cunt. Sucking lightly on the fabric he groans as he tastes her.

“My husband, Morpheus please,” her hand winds its way into her hair and he is helpless to obey her. Sliding the ruined panties down her legs he tosses them to the side. Blowing lightly on her cunt he hears her whine. It’s nothing compared to the moan she lets out as he puts his mouth on her.

“Oh fuck yes Morpheus, so good, ah so fucking good for me,” he preens under her praise. Hands gripping her thighs tightly, stopping her from moving too much. He devours her, his tongue curling just right. Her hands grip his hair tighter then, unable to do anything as he knowingly works her cunt. Knowing what movements will make her squeal and beg for more.

She feels her next orgasm come over her quickly, shorter but more intense than the last one. She can only scream Morpheus’s name as he sucks on her clit. Just like the last one he works her through her orgasm. Making her experience waves and waves of pleasure. Eventually he raises his head to look at her as she pants wildly. “Need you in me now,” she yanks him up. Tasting herself on his tongue.

 She wraps her legs around his hips, while he positions himself at her entrance. “Am i forgiven my love,” he asks, tone teasing. He pushes into her only slightly but she whines anyway. His hands tighten their hold on her hips, leaving bruises as a reminder.

“Yes, yes you are forgiven. Please don’t tease Morpheus.”

“But have you not been teasing me, my love? This outfit was a cruel cruel trick. Seeing you look so radiant, like a work of art come to love and being denied to find pleasure in you.”

“Morpheus don’t-”

“Don’t what my love?”

Her hand yanks at his hair, “If you don’t fuck me now my lord, i will leave you here wanting and i will pleasure myself,” she threatens.

 Morpheus growls in response, “As my queen wishes.” With that he pushes into her with one smooth movement. Suddenly feeling full for the first time in days she finds herself babbling Morpheus names mixed with pleas. Morpheus finds himself feeling similarly overwhelmed. Her being so much tighter than usual and he struggles not to lose himself in it.

Morpheus presses his face against her neck as she throws her head back. Keeping a steady pace as he moves in and out of her. Easily finding that spot that makes her scream and see stars. “Never again my love, you will never feel neglected again. I will be by your side always. You will never go wanting again i will ensure it,” he speaks as if swearing an oath and she feels too overcome by pleasure to respond.

“I would spend every moment inside of you if I could. Worshipping you as the goddess you are,” his voice is low and rough. Seeing how undone he is pushes her closer to the edge. 

“Morpheus please, so close,” she sobs, caught up in the feeling of him in her and surrounding her. Overwhelming every sense in her body. 

“So good for me,” he coos, coaxing her closer and closer “Come for me again, i want to feel you come for me. Know that only I can make you feel like this. Only my touch, only my voice, only my cock,” his voice takes a possessive edge and she gets lost in it.

She screams his name as she cums. He follows quickly after her. The feel of her tightening around him, trying to keep him inside is too much. He pushes in one last time, coming deep within her. He holds himself over her panting, feeling her legs unwrap from him as she lies boneless on the bed. He kisses her sweetly then, peppering kisses down her face and neck.

 He hears her giggle, pulling at his shoulders. He faces her, eyes gazing into hers. “I love you,” her voice is breathy and tired but there is devotion in it. He melts above her, “I love you too my heart, always.”

“We’re going to need a bath after this,” she says with a laugh and it makes his chest rumble.

“You make me lose myself, my love,” he pulls himself out of her and she winces. He waves his hand and she finds herself dressed in more comfortable clothing. He carries her to the bathroom, a hot bath already prepared for her.

“What did I do to deserve you, hm?”

“I was asking myself the same thing, my love.”

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His Gift Part 5

A/N = So people seem to favour longer chapter so that’ll be the format moving forward. Just expect some longer times between updates going forth. I am a full time Uni student and i work part time so please be patient.

Warnings = 18+ minors do not interact, description of panic attacks, discussion of mental health, dark Morpheus.

Y/n explores the room after Morpheus leaves. Having not had much of a chance to do so in her dreams. She comes across a beautiful dark brown wooden wardrobe. Opening it she sees it's filled with dresses. All different lengths, styles and colours. Each one seems so extravagant. Y/n pulls a deep blue, what could be described as a simple dress compared to the others. She checks the tag seeing it’s her perfect size. Not wanting to dwell on how Morpheus got that information she puts it back.

Wandering over to the dresser she continues her search. Trying to find some simple t-shirts and jeans. Opening the first drawer she scoffs. It’s an underwear drawer, just not the kind she would wear usually. Full of sets made of delicate silk and lace, many of which seem impractical for everyday use. She grabs the simplest pair she can and looks through the next drawers.

After searching the entire dresser she still can’t find any jeans. The tops she did manage to find are similar to the dresses. Much too lavish and delicate looking. Moving back to the wardrobe she shuffles through the hangers. Pulling out a plain black just above knee length dress. Seeing it as her best option Y/n gets changed quickly. Once the dress is on she realises it scoops at the back but she can’t be bothered to change. Rummaging through the shoes she thankfully finds a simple pair of black flats and slips them on.

She takes the time to look over the bookshelf, filled to the brim with all her favourites and those she had never found time to get to. The bathroom is similar, filled with her favourites along with what looks like some very expensive alternatives. So not only has she been taken by some sort of immortal all powerful God, he’s been fucking stalking her. Despite the revelation she can’t help but feel a little calm. At least this means she wasn’t being paranoid.

Her internal monologue is broken by the sounds of a bird. She turns to see a raven on the balcony edge. Similar to the bird she saw outside the bookshop, but then all ravens look the same to her. She walks out onto the balcony.

“Hello there friend, don’t tell me you’ve been kidnapped too?”

“No actually-” the bird starts to talk and she yells. Stumbling backwards and nearly falling.

“Talking birds, okay this feels like a mental break,” she mutters to herself.

“No sorry,” the bird caws, readjusting, “Should have warned you, I'm Matthew. I help  Morpheus, Lord Morpheus I mean.”

“Matthew…” she thinks back to what Morpheus said, “You’re my guide?”

“Guide, chaperone, babysitter. Whatever you prefer.”

“Okay this is just getting fucking weirder by the minute.”

“”Why don’t I show you around the dreaming? I can show you the throne room, the library, the kitchens…”

Matthew keeps talking but Y/n realises something. Fuck her medication. Walking back into the room she heads for the bathroom. If Morpheus has been going through her stuff maybe he brought it here.

“Y/n! Y/n! Hey, I'm talking here.” Matthew caws, flying in the room. Perching on an armchair as she walks past him quickly.

Once in the bathroom she does a search through all the cabinets. Becoming more and more frantic as she comes to the realisation it’s nowhere to be found. She stumbles back in the bedroom, dropping onto the bed. Thinking back to her last dose she wonders how long it’ll be before she starts to go through withdrawal. It’s not like she can just pop out to her doctor's office while she is stuck here. She also doesn’t want to have to ask Morpheus for anything.

"Is everything alright, you kinda spaced out on me there?"

For a minute Y/n thinks about telling Matthew. But there's too big a chance he'll tell Morpheus or maybe Morpheus can read his mind. She doesn't even know if she can trust him yet. Swallowing down her panic she tries to make her voice as even as possible.

"Just realised I never checked to see if my medications were here. You know, iron supplement."

"Oh phew, well I can tell Morpheus and he can get them for you."

"Really it's no big deal. Cmon show me around dreaming."

Y/n hates to admit it but the dreaming is beautiful. Countless rooms, each more wonderful than the last. Matthew tells her more about Morpheus, his duties and powers as dream of the endless. As they walk through the various parts of the palace they pass many different beings. All seem to avoid her eyes and many even bow their heads.

“Why are they doing that?” she asks as they pace yet another person moving out of their way and bowing.

“Well you’re Lord Morpheus’s soulmate and he’s their king. So I guess that makes you a queen?”

“I’m not Morpheus anything and I'm certainly not a queen,” she snaps and Matthew is quick to redirect them.

After touring the grounds they end up at the library and Y/n can't hold back her gasp of wonder.

"Yeah he thought you'd love it here." Y/n ignores him in favour of examining the shelves.

"Oh my queen, I never realised you were here," Lucienne gives a pointed look to Matthew who shuffles awkwardly.

"We just kinda ended up here."

"I had started a collection of books you might enjoy your majesty, i could show-"

"Please don't call me that." Lucienne looks surprised, "My queen or your majesty. I'm not, I’m just Y/n."

"You are Lord Morpheus' soulmate which makes you a queen of the dreaming and of the nightmare realm. It would be improper to refer to you as anything else."

"Not even if I ask you," Y/n looks down, disappointed and Lucienne relents.

"If you wish, Miss Y/n." Y/n beams at that and Lucienne shows her the collection of books before moving away to tend to the library.

Y/n flips through the various books. Finding each one something she would love to read. Picking one at random she settles in an armchair and starts to read.

Time passes strangely in the dreaming and Y/n is unsure how long it is before she looks up from the book. Matthew moves unsettled and she goes to speak before...

There’s the sound of thunder outside, so loud it seems to shake the whole palace. The books start to fall off the shelves and the furniture is shaken about. In fact the whole library seems to shake. The ground beneath her cracks slightly and Y/n jumps up.

"Matthew what’s-" before she can finish her sentence she finds herself no longer in the library. She's back in the room she woke up in. Running to the door she tries to open it but it won't budge. She finds the doors to the balcony the same.

Sitting on the bed her chest feels like someone has just dropped a bag of weights on her. Her breathing comes out shaky and uneven. Her leg shakes and her hand trembles. “No no please not again.” She reaches a hand out to grasp onto the bed sheets, needing to hold something.

"Fuck shit, okay you can do this. Breath in for four, hold for seven, breath out for eight," her voice is wobbly as she forces herself to repeat the steps. Ignoring the panic threatening overwhelming her.

"My name is Y/n L/n, I am in the dreaming, I am safe," she repeats the mantra but it’s not working. The room shakes again and she lies down on the bed. Eyes clenched shut.

Dealing with John Dee was more difficult than expected. Morpheus did not foresee the damage he would do to the dreaming. The only thing he was glad of was that he managed to keep Y/n safe throughout the encounter. Unsure of what might have happened to her, how John Dee might have used her against him.

He takes a deep breath in, using his now restored powers to fix the dreaming. He checks in on Lucienne taking her assessment of damage. It could have been a lot worse, he is thankful he was able to deal with it as quickly as he did.

He sees Matthew perched at the table in the library. "How is my love? She was not hurt was she?" the panic leaks into his voice.

"Well she was freaked out but she disappeared in her room pretty quickly."

"Good. And you…are unharmed?"

"I'm fine, bossman."

Morpheus gives a small smile before he moves off to continue his duties. As much as he wanted to rush straight to his queen it takes several hours before he is able to break away. Not wanting to leave his realm in disarray again. Once everything is accounted for and fixed he makes his way to Y/n's room.

He had wanted to put her in his rooms originally but after listening to Matthew realised it might be too fast. He half expects Y/n to come rushing up to him as soon as he opens the door. Eyes blazing, yelling at him for something or another. He did not know how refreshing he would find it to have someone feel able to speak freely with him. Though his temper was something he needed to control, he did not want his love to be afraid of him.

Waving a hand the door opens easily and he walks in. The room is eerily quiet and it puts Morpheus on edge. He looks around not seeing Y/n anywhere, “ My love? Where are you?” he tries to keep his voice steady. There’s the sound of a choked sob across the room, he marches over to see Y/n huddled in a corner of the room. He bends down in front of her, keeping his voice low and gentle. “ My heart, are you injured? Are you hurt? Tell me what’s wrong? ”

Y/n is shaking, her head covered by her arms. She slowly lowers them, giving Morpheus a view of her tear stricken face. She scrambles forward, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Please don’t leave me alone again.”

Morpheus feels frozen. His arms stay limp by his side as Y/n burrows into him, pressing her damp face to his neck. He has been so eager for her touch, for her to choose to come to him, to express affection openly. But now he has it he doesn’t know how to react. He doesn’t want her to snap back to reality or to be scared off. It’s only when she lets out another sob that Morpheus finally reacts. He wraps his arms around her, standing up and keeping her in his arms. He feels overcome when she presses her face harder into his neck.

He moves them into his room with a swirl of sand. Placing her down on his bed he keeps as much contact as possible as he lies down next to her. With her bundled to his chest. He keeps one arm holding her close while the other pets her head. “ Shhh, my love, everything is okay. I am here, I won’t leave you. ” He presses a kiss to her forehead, savouring the feeling of having her so close.

She is mumbling something into his neck but he can’t decipher it. He twines their legs together, almost every inch of them touching. He makes his jacket disappear and covers them with the blanket. “My queen let me take care of you.” Slowly she starts to relax. He watches as she falls asleep, keeping hold of her even then. Not wanting to waste a single second of this.

Waking up Y/n feels well rested for the first time in years. She hums contentedly, taking a deep breath in. Smiling at the deep woody smell. It's then that she realises she’s not alone. Registering the strong arm wrapped around her middle. Holding her against the mystery person's chest. She turns to look over her shoulder seeing those stormy blue eyes gazing at her with far too much adoration.

She yanks herself free of his grip and stumbles out of the bed. Falling out of the covers onto the plush rug. Morpheus sits up, covers pooling around his lap. He looks striking against the dark blue bed sheets. It’s the first time she’s seen him without his coat but he still carries that air of command. His hair is more messed up than usual but of course he looks gorgeous. As if he was carved from marble.

He gracefully climbs out of the bed standing in front of her, holding out a hand “ Need some help my heart. ” she scoffs. Getting up without his help, she readjusts the dress she’s wearing. It wasn’t exactly designed for sleeping so it had rolled up throughout her sleep. She straightens up and sees Morpheus staring at her.

“How is it that even just awake you are the most stunning being i have ever seen in my life ,” He speaks so casually and she feels herself becoming flustered under his gaze. “If there was ever doubt of a benevolent creator, you would dispel all doubts. For only a truly benevolent creator would grace humanity with a living masterpiece.”

Dumbstruck by his words she feels desperate to change the conversation. Deciding to take the offensive, “Where am I?” she demands to know.

“In my bedroom my heart.”

“Kidnapping me from my world wasn’t enough, now you’re taking me from the room I have here,” she is careful not to call it her room.

“You were very upset last night, I thought it would be best to keep us together. You certainly wanted that. ” his words are a pointed reminder of last night causing her hackles to rise.

“Well locking someone in a room with no warning and no way out is a sure fire way to upset someone.”

“I apologise, there was an intruder in the realm. I thought only of your safety. ”

“An intruder, who?”

He steps closer, brushing a hand underneath her chin. His thumb brushing gently along her bottom lip. “It is nothing for you to worry about, I have dealt with them my love."

“Stop fucking touching me,” she jerks her head away, walking towards the door.

“You are quite fickle aren’t you?”

“Last night was an anomaly. Trust me it wasn’t that I wanted your comfort. I only needed your weird hypnotising trick you do. Nothing else.”

“Hypnotising?” He looks genuinely confused.

“The thing you do you know, when you touch me. To make me feel calm and floaty.”

Morpheus takes a minute to process this information before his eyes light up. A smug smile settled on his face. “I assure you that there is no “hypnotising trick” as you call it. It is our bond. It’s only natural for my touch, as your soulmate, to comfort you.”

“More with this soulmate bullshit,” she scoffs, “Why should i trust anything you say anyway?”

“You may not trust me but you will not disrespect our bond my heart,” His tone takes on a threatening edge and she feels a tinge of fear.

But she stays where she is staring him down, “Fuck. You.” In the blink of an eye she feels the hard wall against her back. Morpheus crowds up against her, pinning both her wrists in one hand above her head. “You seem unable to decide between fearing me and provoking me.”

She knows she should stop but she can’t. “You seem unable to decide between saying you’ll do anything for me and pushing me up against walls,” she snarks back. Part of her feels embarrassed, for Morpheus to see her when she was vulnerable. For her to beg for his comfort. The man who kidnapped her. The other part of her just feels fucking pissed off. “So if you could make up your mind. I'm getting sick of guessing if you’re trying to court me or threaten me.”

He leans in close, and Y/n begins to regret her words before he backs off altogether. Storming away before disappearing in a cloud of sand. Y/n slides down the wall. The adrenaline that was fuelling her anger disappeared as quickly as Morpheus did. What the fuck has she done now.

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His Gift Part 4

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So this is just a mini update while I'm still motivated to write. Question for everyone, do yous prefer a longer chapter with longer times in between updates or shorter chapters but with more regular updates. Tell me in the comments.

Warnings = 18+, minors do not interact, dubious consent, dark Morpheus

The first thing Y/n feels when she wakes up is soft silk sheets. Turning over she rubs her face into the cool smooth pillow. Letting out a pleased sigh. It takes her exhausted brain a couple minutes to register that she does not own silk sheets and that her bed is never this comfortable. 

Sitting upright, Y/n takes in her surroundings. It's the bedroom from her dreams. The dark grey walls, the tall bookshelves, the fireplace, the balcony. It's slightly different though, the armchairs by the fireplace for one. And the bed she's on has changed from a four poster to massive California king bed. 

The memories of last night flood back and Y/n finds herself struggling to breathe. She clenches and unclenches her hand. Trying to force her brain to relax but she's interrupted by a door opening. 

Morpheus stands in the entrance to the room. He's smiling again, the soft look is back in his eyes as he gazes at her. 

"You are awake," his voice is a deep rumble that makes her shiver. " How are you feeling my love?" he moves closer, standing at the foot of the bed. 

Y/n feels exposed, realising she is still in her very skimpy dress from last night. Needing some barrier between her and Morpheus she pulls the sheets further up around her. Morpheus seems to find the action amusing and chuckles, "About as well as a girl can feel after she's been kidnapped by some sort of supernatural being." She really needs to get a control on her responses, he said he wouldn't hurt her but he's not exactly proved himself trustworthy. 

"I am not a supernatural being. I am Dream of the endless and I did not kidnap you my heart, you can't kidnap that which is already yours." The assuredness in his tone makes her anger bubble up. He speaks as if its an undisputed fact, that it's strange she hasn't already accepted it. 

Any restrain she had flies out of the window. "Yes, you made your imaginary delusional fucking claim very clear." 

"Watch your tone my love, " the amusement has drained from his tone, as he crouches down at the end of the bed. " I have still not completely forgiven you for your transgressions last night." 

"My transgressions?! Excuse me-" Y/n yelps, as Morpheus, seemingly done with her attitude, slides his hands underneath the sheets. Hands gripping her ankles before pulling her down the bed. 

He stands up, hands sliding up from her ankles to grip her thighs. Placing him firmly between her legs that now hang over the edge of the bed. Y/n is forced to look up at him as he leans directly over her. She feels her skin light up where he touches her and she squirms. But his grip is relentless and she gets nowhere. 

"You may try to deny it with words but your body has already accepted the truth, " one hand moves upwards, sliding her dress with it. Settling eventually on her waist. Y/n gasps, her legs move wider making space for him without her wanting them to. " See how quickly your body opens up to accept me, how it begs for my touch," she turns her head to the side, fingers grasping in the sheets. Desperate to hold onto something while her body is set alight. 

Morpheus chuckles, leaning down even closer. The hand on her waist moves, placed down next to her head as Morpheus uses it to support himself. She can feel his warm breath of her neck and she feels her breathing turn erratic. Why is she reacting like this? She feels confused and desperate for his touch at the same time. 

Suddenly as quickly as he leaned down he removes himself from her all together. She finds him smirking while looking down at her and she scrambles back up the bed. " I have business in the waking world, I will be back tonight. You are welcome to wander the dreaming world my queen. Matthew will watch over you," with that he disappears in a swirl of sand, leaving Y/n out of breath and ignoring the ache between her thighs.

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His Gift Part 3

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A/N = Hey so I just wanted to say that this chapter contains the discussion of mental illness, it's not a main part but just in case that's a trigger for anyone.  But on another note, thank you for all the support. It really makes my day so how much everyone is enjoying it so far.

Warnings = 18+, minors do not interact. Dubious consent, discussion of mental illness, dark Morpheus.

Morpheus was sitting on his throne contemplating his next course of action. Having already retrieved his sand and his helm.  All that is left to collect is his ruby. At least he knew where it was. Though he found it more and more difficult to visit the waking world without visiting his heart. He had only seen her last night but he already longed for her touch. It was intoxicating. 

But the memory of last night also made him frown. Remembering how scared she had seemed. She had flinched from him, tried to get away, dismissed him as nothing but a figment of her imagination. If only he could have stayed longer… 

“Uh Boss?” Matthew caws, landing beside him.

He turns his gaze to his raven, “Matthew I thought I asked you to watch over Y/n. "

"I was, she's just at work again…"

Morpheus sighs, closing the book he held in his lap. "Do you have something to say to me Matthew? "

"I think you should back off from Y/n." 

"Excuse me?" 

"It's just that uh she's not doing so well. I get that you mean well but I think you might be hurting her-" 

"Are you suggesting I do not know how to take care of my queen?" 

"No, no I-" 

"That our bond would be causing her harm?" his gaze had turned deadly and Matthew nervously flapped his wings. 

"Of course not-" 

"Leave. Now." 

“All i'm saying is i was human once and it took me a while to get used to the idea of you and the dreaming,” Matthew manages to get out before he flies off.

Morpheus tosses the book to the side angrily. He doesn’t like the reminder of his love's fragility. He swore to her that day, when he first felt their connection, that he would do better than his failed relationships. That he would give her anything, do anything for her. This is his chance to be loved truly, to love with his whole being and have that in return. He refuses to let this go wrong…

 Y/n watched as Lindsey came in for her shift. She did a couple of afternoon shifts a week. Well she was supposed to work till close but Y/n always felt bad making her stay till then. She remembers what it was like being a university student.

“Heya Y/n, shop been busy today?”

“No more than usual i suppose.”

“So hot date to get to,” Lindsey waggles her eyebrows theatrically and Y/n chokes on her laughter. 

“Nothing so fun, just a boring routine doctor’s appointment.”

“Routine?”

“Yeah nothing to worry about, it’s just a check up really. You sure you'll be fine closing tonight? ”

“I will be. Will you be fine to go out tonight?”

“Tonight?”

“I asked you last week, remember? Club, me, you, Max, Kai.”

“Shit the club.”

“Oh please don’t bail on us again,” she leans against Y/n, giving her her best puppy dog eyes.

Y/n giggles and pushes Lindsey away “Fine fine. Text me the address and i’ll meet yous there at 10 okay. 2 hours max.”

"Okay perfect,” Lindsey checks the clock, “You best be off, don’t want to miss your appointment." 

 Y/n waves goodbye as she leaves the bookshop. Walking to the bus stop and catching her bus just in time. She's on for 25 minutes before getting off at her mental health clinic. The reception is relatively empty seeing as it’s the middle of a weekday. Y/n ends up waiting another 20 minutes before her name gets called. Sitting down in the psychiatrist's office she starts to fidget.

 “So, these new symptoms. Can you tell me a bit more about them?” Dr Hanaken opens her notes on the desk. 

“Uh yeah. I’ve been having these really vivid dreams. They’re not nightmares, not really. But i just, i feel like i’m not getting any rest. And I've been feeling paranoid lately.”

“Paranoid?”

“Yeah just i feel like someones watching me. In my apartment, walking down the street, at my work. I feel like i’m going mad.”

“Well paranoia can be a side effect, it’s not completely unusual for new side effects to pop up. Why don’t we try a lower dose to see if that has any effect. If not we can switch to a different type.”

“Okay,” Y/n takes a deep breath in. 

 Walking out of the clinic with her new prescription Y/n feels slightly more at ease. Telling someone has almost lifted some of the weight of her shoulders. Then she remembers how she agreed to go out and her good mood deflates. Steeling herself she walks back down to the bus stop. Determined to enjoy herself even a little.

Standing in the noisy club Y/n is decidedly not enjoying herself. She did try, really really tried. She did her hair, put on her makeup, wore a far too tight and far too revealing dress and caught a taxi to the club. The queue outside was massive but Max knew one of the club managers and they got to skip the queue. Standing at the bar leaning on her forearms Y/n waited for her drink. Contemplating her life choices that led her here.

She looked to her right, seeing all her friends dancing and laughing together. Jesus why couldn’t she just enjoy herself. The bartender placed her drink in front of her and she smiled. She drank it in one go. Walking confidently back over to her friends. Lindsey, who is more than a little drunk, hugs her and kisses her cheek. No doubt smearing lipstick over her face. She giggles with the absurdity of everything. Kai sidles up next to her, holding out a hand “Want to dance?”

What the hell, she thinks. Letting herself be pulled out into the group of people. Kai holds her hips as they sway to the music. The alcohol makes her feel floaty. Not too drunk that she doesn’t know what is happening but buzzed enough to not care about anything else other than the handsome man dancing with her. She wraps her hands around his neck and leaning up to press his lips against his. He seems to melt into her, they move together, swaying and kissing to the beat of the music. She hums, breaking the kiss to breathe. Taking the time to focus on him.

 But Kai is no longer standing with her. This man looms over her. Kai’s short curly hair is now darker and longer. Kai’s soft brown eyes that were gazing at her have been replaced with stormy blue ones. They seem not only to stare at her but into her. His hands grip tighter now, possessively. His lips curl up into a smile. 

“Morpheus,” she breathes rather than speaks the word.

She blinks and sees Kai staring at her confused. “Sorry love did you say something,” he says loudly. Trying to be heard over the music in the club. Love, the word makes her stomach twist. It sounds, feels, wrong coming out of his mouth. She pulls herself out of his arms and he lets her. Moving towards her as she stumbles through the crowd of people. She ignores whatever he’s saying to her. 

Someone grabs her arm and she turns to see it’s Lindsey. “Y/n? Are you okay? Did Kai do something?” her tone sounds worried. 

“No, no, just need some air,” she tries to give a reassuring smile but can tell from the look on Lindsey’s face that it falls flat.

 She moves her way through groups of people. Squeezing herself as small as she can be. Cursing inside her head at the music, it makes her head throb and her vision swirl. Eventually she manages to make it outside the bar. It’s quieter now, most people had either gotten inside or found somewhere else to go. She walks down the street to an alcove. It’s empty and quiet.

She stands against the wall taking in gulps of air. She squeezed her arm focusing on the pain. Using it to ground her. He’s only a dream, just a dream, nothing else.

“Y/n,” the sound of his voice makes her flinch. She sees him walking towards her, his coat sways dramatically behind him. His eyes show no hint of care this time. No they are all steel and anger as they pin her against the wall. She pinches her arm, so hard she scratches the skin and draws blood. “No no you’re not real you can’t be here.”

She wants to run, she wants to scream but she can’t do anything. Every muscle in her body is rigid. She can only press herself back against the wall. Her body hunching in on itself. He reaches her quickly, arms caging her against the wall. 

“Who. Was He.” his voice is cold but she can hear the anger underlying it. She shuts her eyes, trying to control the panic rising in her chest. She just needed to breathe, this didn’t make any sense. How could he be here…

“My love for you is endless but my patience is not. I will ask you again, who was he?”

“Who? ” her voice is shaky despite her attempts to control it.

“The man who dared to touch what was mine, the man who you allowed to kiss you when only i should, the man who you currently reek of,” he growled everytime he mentioned Kai.

 Despite the fear taking over her mind his words still caused a rise in her own temper. Whatever he was. He didn’t own her. Who gave him the right to speak to her like this? As if she had betrayed him, she didn’t even know him. Overcoming the panic she was feeling, Y/n raised her eyes to meet him. “I am not yours,” she basically spat the words.

As soon as they left her mouth she could tell she had made a mistake. Morpheus eyes turned darker, gleaming with something she couldn’t place. “Are you not?” his voice was calmer now, too calm. There was a hidden depth to it.

 Too far caught up in her anger, Y/n continued. “I don’t know what the fuck you are but leave me alone,” gathering all her adrenaline fuled strength she shoved him hard in the chest. He stumbled back a few steps. Eyes still locked on her. Before Morpheus could respond, Y/n took off down the street. Her lungs burned and her feet ached but she kept going. She turned down an alleyway. Leaning against the wall panting.

“You can’t run from me my love,” Her eyes snap to the far wall of the alleyway. How the fuck did he get here so fast. There’s no way, it’s not possible... She turns to run again but trips over a crack in the pavement. She braces herself for the fall, eyes shut but…

Before she makes contact with the ground she feels strong arms wrapped around her. She doesn’t have to open her eyes to know who it is. She feels herself being pulled upwards, then there’s the hard wall against her back. His hands settle on her hips, grip hard and bruising.

“Look at me, ” it’s a command. Scared of what he could do she goes against her instincts. If she thought he was angry before she was wrong. His face was pure rage. She looks away, staring at the wall opposite them. “ You cannot run from me. You are mine, heart and soul, your very essence calls out to me. There is no where you can go where I will not find you,” his words are dark and threatening. A warning not to run again.

“Please don’t hurt me.” There’s a moment of silence, she can’t hear anything. Not even the sound of him breathing. Looking back at him, the anger in his eyes are gone. Instead they just seem sad.

“I could never hurt you my love, never.” keeping one hand on her hip, the other moves to cradle her face. A fingertip brushes away the tear falling down her face. She wants to pull away but against her will she finds herself leaning into his embrace. His hand is warm where it’s pressed against hers. He leans down, pressing his face to her neck. She feels him breath then before he moves back to face her.

“I have been selfish, I did not think about how strange this must be for you. Our bond, it is something i have waited centuries for. I understand it is different for you.”

“What are you talking about? I don’t understand-”

“Shh i know, but you will. I will do better. ” he says the words as a promise, as a prayer. “ I let my anger get the better of me but I will try harder. I will treat you like the queen you are,” his voice cooes and she feels her body relax.

The hand cupping her face moves back to her hip. Then they’re gripping her rear. Lifting her up. Her legs wrap around him, trying to keep her balance. He growls at that, using his grip on her to pull them flush together. His hands slip underneath her dress, pushing it up even further. Her hands scramble to grip his arms. 

“What are you doing-”

“It’s okay, it’ll be easier like this,” she doesn’t understand. She wants to ask more questions but then his lips are on hers. She feels floaty again, as if she took another shot in the club. This is nothing like kissing Kai. Morpheus is demanding and all encompassing. His kiss feels like a brand, like ownership. He moves back and she tries to breathe evenly. She feels something blown on her face…sand?

“Shhh, we’ll be home soon,”  it’s the last thing she registers before the gentle lull of sleep swallows her whole.

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Series

His Gift - In Progress ◆▲

Dark!Morpheus x fem!reader = While imprisoned Morpheus is granted a gift, a soulmate. A first for the endless. Too bad his soulmate didn’t get a choice in the matter. Now Morpheus will never stop trying to win her love, no matter what she wants.

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One shots - Morpheus x fem! reader

Four days = Morpheus has been rather neglectful of his wife the past four days. She puts in place a plan to make sure she has all of his attention and it most certainly makes him beg for mercy. ◆

(Upcoming) Courting methods = Morpheus attempts to court Y/n but finds his methods may be slightly updated. Taking Matthews advice he tries some new methods.

(Upcoming) Halloween Party = Catching Y/n in her Halloween costumes causes an unexpected reaction in Morpheus. I don't think she'll be making it to the party...

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His Gift Part 2

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A/N = Thanks so much to everyone for their support! This is a bit of a longer chapter so enjoy. Also if you see this also on ao3, I'm also posting it their so don't worry. Part 3 is currently being written, prepare for some possessive morpheus hehe.

Warnings = 18+ minors do not interact, dubious consent, mentions of mental illness, dark Morpheus

After that night in the bookstore Y/n’s dreams had changed. Usually her dreams would be mundane, reliving memories from the day or something inspired by whatever tv show or movie she had fallen asleep watching. It was only when she had nightmares that her mind seemed to get creative.

But now every night when she fell asleep Y/n would find herself dreaming of somewhere different. The dreams would always start the same, she would open her eyes to find herself in a luxurious bedroom. It was gothic in design, with a large four poster bed by the back wall. Dark silk sheets that seemed so inviting. 

She would open the door in the room to a corridor. The first time it seemed in disarray but each night it seemed more and more to put together. After exploring for a couple of nights, Y/n realised she was in a palace of some kind. It was the only explanation for the gothic architecture and grandiose decoration. At first it seemed as if the palace itself was crumbling but with each dream it seems to come back together a little more.

There was something else the same about the dreams. Wherever she moved within the palace she felt a pair of eyes follow her. She would shiver, looking around whatever room she was in. Every now and again she would catch the shadow of a figure, or a pair of glowing eyes from a darkened corridor. But a second glance would find whatever she had seen gone. Nonetheless she still felt someone else's eyes on her.

After a couple days the feeling began to follow her in her everyday life. She would notice it as she walked along the empty streets in the morning on her way to work. It was unsettling, to never feel alone. It was making her paranoid, looking over her shoulder every five minutes trying to catch the shadow she felt following her.

In response she had started to stay up later, replacing sleep with coffee. Reading books, solving puzzles, bingeing tv shows well into the early hours of the morning. Trying to delay the inevitable allure of sleep. But once she fell asleep the dreams remained the same. 

Standing outside the bookshop Y/n turned the key in the lock. Jiggling the handle afterwards to make sure it was shut correctly. The lack of sleep was starting to get to her, she found herself having to triple check tasks she would have done on autopilot. She had made an appointment with her doctor, when they spoke on the phone he had recommended they switch up her medication. See if the paranoia was simply a new side effect they hadn’t noticed before. Y/n had agreed, willing to try anything at this point.

She turned away from the door and noticed a raven standing on the pavement. She cocked her head at it and it almost seemed to do the same, “Goodnight to you sir,” she tipped her head, a mock curtsey. Laughing as she turned in the opposite direction, walking back towards her apartment. Not seeing the raven that had flown back to its master. 

Once inside her apartment she turned the dial up on her heating. It was getting into November now and Y/n found herself permanently chilly. Like a cold had settled into her bones and refused to leave. She dropped her bag on the table, exchanging her warm coat for an equally warm hoodie. Making her way to the couch she sat down, sinking into the cushions. Grabbing the remote she picked something random off of Netflix, stifling a yawn as she did so.

A couple minutes into the show she felt her eyelids begin to droop. She rubbed them with the heel of her hand. Blinking away the sleep. But then after another couple minutes she felt it again. Why the hell was she so tired, she thought. She tried to sit upright but it was no use. She could feel herself drifting off slowly, slowly, slowly.

“Fuck!” Y/n yelled as she jerked upright. Standing up from the couch she shook herself. “Coffee, I need coffee,” she mumbled, wandering into her kitchen. As she moved she felt that gaze on her again, like pinpricks on the back of her neck. Knowing she wouldn’t see anything she turned to look around the room but to her shock she did see something.

A figure, much like the man from her first dream, was standing in her bedroom doorway. Y/n stumbled back against the kitchen counter. Pressing the heels of her hands to her eyes so hard she felt like they would burst. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt the man’s large hands wrap around each of her wrists. Pulling them away from her face.

“My love ,” his voice is gentle and soft, “ You have not been sleeping.” there’s concern in his voice and Y/n takes deep breaths. It’s just a dream, you’ve fallen asleep without realising it, it’s just a dream.

“Kinda hard to considering the dreams I've been having," Y/n says tone harsh, the anxiety from before gone. She pulls her hands from his hold and he let's her. 

Instead of frowning this makes the man smile, her defiance seeming to amuse him. "I apologise my heart, I had not anticipated your presence in my Palace so soon. Though I am pleased to see you are drawn to me as much as I am to you." 

"I'm not drawn to you, you're not even real. You're just some new side effect I haven't figure how to deal with yet," Y/n tries to push past him by finds herself unable to move him. Looking in his eyes the previous traces of amusement are gone. Where they were once soft they are now hard and steely.

"I assure you I am very much real, " as if to prove a point he pushes her back against the counter. The sharp edge digging against her back. One arm moves around her, cradling her back to remove the pain. The other slides around her neck, forcing her to keep eye contact with him. " I am Morpheus, dream of the endless. And you my love, are mine," he speaks with such authority but before she can snark back a response he has his lips pressed against hers.

Much like the last time Y/n finds herself getting lost in it. Caught up in how good he feels pressed up against her. She barely notices as his hands move, gripping her thighs and lifting her up onto the counter. She gasps and he takes this as an opportunity to slide his tounge into her mouth. Dominating the kiss easily. 

Needing something to hold onto she slides her hands around his neck and feels his rumble of approval. He moves impossibly closer until all she can feel, hear, smell is him. 

He moves back from the kiss and opens his mouth to speak-

"Back in black, I hit the sack!" Y/n opens her eyes to the blare of the music. Groggily groping with her hand she reaches her phone and turns the alarm off. The screen blares the numbers 6:00. Sitting up from the couch, she groans as her muscles protest. Sleeping on the couch is going to come back to bite her in the ass.

She stretches out her back, getting ready for the day. As she grabs her keys, ready to head out for work she catches her reflection in the mirror. Her lips are swollen, she touches them gingerly with one hand. "Just a dream, Y/n." she reminds herself. Her tone less sure than it was before last night. 

As she walks to work she still feels the feeling of someone's eyes on her. All she needs to do is get through this morning, then she can go to the doctor and get this all sorted out. Because after all he was just a dream. 

Meanwhile in the dreaming Morpheus stands watching her. He smiles at the memory of last night. She had responded so beautifully to him. Any doubts of their bond were erased when he saw she reacted the same to his touch the way he reacted to hers. If only her silly alarm hadn't gone off. Though it was for the best, he still had not retrieved all his tools and he would not have his queen return before he was at full power. 

"Not long now my queen, not long at all."

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His Gift

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A/N = So I was really inspired by all the Dark!Morpheus x reader fics I've read and had an idea for my own. I’m not used to writing reader inserts so any feedback is appreciated. This is going to be dark Morpheus so if dubious consent or out of character Morpheus makes you uncomfortable this is not for you. Yeah so i hope someone enjoys this and lets go.

Warnings = 18+ minors do not interact, dubious consent, dark!morpheus x reader.

One day in his imprisonment Morpheus felt something change. Alex was standing just behind the circle, begging or threatening Morpheus but he couldn't pay enough attention to tell. Because for the first time in 80 years something felt different. A pull, a tug deep in his chest.

A gift has been given to the Lord of dreams. Not just for the Lord of dreams but for humanity as well. For there was a worry that once he escaped, the dream of the endless would take his revenge on humanity.

So a gift he received. Morpheus could feel it. The steady heartbeat that was not his own. But one that beat for him. A smile tugged at his lips before he could suppress it.

"What are you smiling at, what do you have to be happy about?!" Alex yells, bringing Morpheus' attention back to him. He continues to yell, trying to bring out a reaction from his prisoner. But it's no use because Morpheus can focus on nothing other than the new connection. His soulmate , his heart, his queen, his.

Y/n's life had been what would be considered ordinary. That’s not to say she didn’t love her life. Born and raised in Edinburgh, she had moved into the city while getting her degree in English. Like a large number of English graduates she was currently working full time alongside pursuing her ambitions of being a writer. During the day she worked in a bookstore owned by a kind old woman. She loved spending her days surrounded by books and she lived in a flat close by so it was a perfect arrangement.

The bell rang as the last customer of the day left. Y/n stretches her back, sighing as it cracked. Standing behind the counter all day could be gruelling. She hummed walking over to the door, turning the lock and flipping the sign. The street outside was quiet but not empty. The fog settling in the air obstructed her view slightly. As she turns from the door she misses the glowing eyes watching her from across the street.

Y/n was wandering around the store, picking up the stray books left by customers throughout the day. She slots the books back into the shelves. Fixing the out of order books when she spotted them. A creak from behind her brings y/n out of daydreaming. Casting a look over her shoulder she sees nothing but an empty room. With a shrug Y/n turns back to the task at hand.

Making her way to the back of the shop. The light shines dimmer here. Glancing at the bulb, Y/n mentally adds it to her to do list. Another creak makes her goosebumps raise. She rubs her arm absentmindedly.

"You're getting paranoid," she says to herself, and to the empty room. "There's no one there-" as she turns around she freezes. Standing in the middle of the shelves is a man.

He's tall and thin. A black jacket flows behind him. He moves forward slowly. His hair is messy. The blackness of it makes his skin seem to shine, ethereally. It’s his eyes that capture her attention the most. They almost seem to glow. Pinning her to the spot.

She shakes herself out of it, "How the hell did you get in here!" her voice betrays her fear, it wavers as she speaks.

The man says nothing moving closer. Y/n finds herself pressed against the bookshelf quickly. The man now looming over her. She tries to push him away but he barely budges.

Instead one hand comes up to hold hers. Pinning both her wrists against the bookshelf above her head.

"I'm giving you one chance to leave before i-"

"Shhh," his voice is deep and smooth. Drifting over her like silk. His other hand comes up to hold her chin, tilting her face back gently.

"How long I've waited to meet you, my heart." his face moves closer. His breath gently fanned over her face. She closes her eyes and can't focus on anything but the sound of her heartbeat.

"You don't have to fear me, my love. I would never, could never hurt you." she doesn't know why, maybe it's the reverence in his voice but she believes him. She opens her eyes, finding herself having to avoid his gaze. There’s something in his gaze that she doesn’t want to see, adoration. She renews her struggle, trying to pull her hands away but his grip is iron clad.

"I wish I could take you now but I still have much to do. I just could not bear to waste another minute without seeing your beauty for myself. Without feeling your touch. Without tasting you…" his words confuse her and she tries to struggle more. His hand on her chin slides down to her neck, still gentle but she freezes nonetheless.

"Please, I don't know what you want just leave please," her voice is quiet but firm.

"For now," he somehow leans even closer "But know I will return for you, my love." before she can even react to his words he has his lips pressed against her. She feels a tug in her chest. He pushes himself against her. The hand on her neck slides down to her back. Pushing her closer to him still. She gasps against his soft lips. His touch lights her skin on fire and she feels intoxicated on it.

Then... She opens her eyes and bolts upright from the armchair. Running a hand over her face. Her dream comes back to her and she quickly looks over the empty shop. It’s stupid, she thinks, it was only a dream.

"Must be more tired than I thought. God I really have got to start sleeping more," she drags herself off the comfy chair. Picking up the pile of books she left on the table. Thinking back to her dream she feels a phantom touch against her lips and shivers. Just a dream she thinks.

Standing in his realm Morpheus smiles, the feeling of her skin pressed against his lingers, the smell of her overwhelms his senses. "Soon my love, soon."

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Would sell my soul for a sandman season 2

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