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The Book Thief | Dream of the Endless/Morpheus x Reader

Summary: After the repercussions of Desire's machinations, Morpheus has yet to face another disturbance in his realm— a thief, stealing books from his library. So what will happen when the King of Dreams catches the book thief? Will he banish them from his realm or will they form an unlikely bond because of books?

Word count: 1.7k+

Morpheus noticed that Lucienne is deeply distressed these days, but still won’t tell him the root of her problems so, he decided to take matters into his own hands and inspect the royal library. As he starts to examine the shelves, he suddenly noticed that there are several missing books in the classics, romance, and fantasy sections – which of course, bothered him because the shelves are always complete and in order. He continued wandering in the royal library and to his surprise, he also saw Lucienne checking the shelves with a list in her hands.

“What are you doing Lucienne?” he inquired. And he observed that his librarian cringed when he asked her.

“M-my lord,” Lucienne replied, hiding the paper behind her back. He stared at her, waiting for her to tell him what is going on with the royal library. There’s something wrong, and he knows it, but Lucienne won’t tell him anything.

“I know that you are busy with other matters my lord…” Lucienne trailed. “But there has been a little disturbance in the library,” she told him, finally giving in.

“And what would that be?” Morpheus asked her, clearly disturbed. It has just been a week since the fiasco in his realm, thanks to Desire, so hearing that there has been a disturbance happening again distressed him.

“The books, sir. Some of them are missing,” Lucienne explained. “I do not know when it started, but as I checked the library’s catalogue, I noticed that some of them are gone,” she continued.

“I tried looking for them, thinking that they’re just probably misplaced. But they’re not and I noticed that there are just more books missing in the various sections of our library,” Lucienne sadly told him.

Morpheus was perplexed by the situation. Who would even dare to steal from the royal library? More so, from his palace and realm?

“Do you have any idea why the books are missing?” Morpheus inquired. After being imprisoned for a hundred years and then going back again to his realm, Morpheus started to value and listen to Lucienne’s input and advice. And even though not always, at least he’s trying to.

“No, sir. But I believe someone is entering the realm without us noticing it,” Lucienne told him.

Morpheus hummed in agreement and started to ponder where should he start looking for the suspicious occurrence that is happening in his realm.

“I shall check on it, Lucienne. In the meantime would you mind taking care of things while I work?”

“With pleasure, sir,” she replied, smiling softly at him.

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It has been a week since the incident happened, but Morpheus still cannot figure out who or what could even be the reason why the books are going missing. As he flips through the records of the dreamers to see if there had been a clue or an appearance of the missing books, he suddenly saw a figure going toward the royal library. This alerted him since he was sure that it was not Lucienne, and especially not something he created. He silently followed the figure and noticed that it was going towards the romance section of the library. He followed them discreetly, and then abruptly stopped when he saw them halt in front of the shelf and start putting back the books which were missing.

"So, this is the thief who has been stealing books in my library," he spoke coldly.

“What in the actual fuck—” you replied, clearly shocked, causing you to drop some of the books you were holding in your chest because of your surprise. You whipped your head aggressively to look for the source of the voice, and to your surprise, you see a man before you.

“Who are you?” you mumbled in a puzzled manner. You have never met this man ever since you started visiting the library and tonight is the first time you saw him. He was kind of tall, somewhat looking like a human but not entirely because of his mysteriously magical and strange countenance. He is pale, cold, and clothed in all black, and he is staring at you intensely. 

“I am the King of Dreams and Ruler of the Nightmare Realm, and this is my domain,” he drawled. Even his voice sounds so cold and strange— very fitting to the place you have been visiting for months now.

“Uhm, greetings?” you awkwardly replied. 

“Who are you?” This man certainly has an intense, piercing stare and it is starting to creep you out.

“I’m Y/N, uhm, of the Earth,” you replied. The man in black started going towards you in an agonizingly slow motion, his gaze unfaltering. You gripped the books in your hands so tight and started looking down because you could not meet his stare. He suddenly stopped just in front of you, his hands behind his back. He was so near you that his chest is almost touching your body.

“You are not a dream, nor you are a nightmare,” he concluded. “You’re a mortal and yet you have the guts to steal from my library,” he continued.

Steal? From his library? His accusations are way too absurd, so you decided to meet his gaze bravely. First of all, you just borrowed them and you're returning them right now. Second, there has been no owner in this library since you visited it. And third, he is being so annoying. 

"Your library?" you replied questioningly. "And me stealing? I suggest you stop accusing me of something I did not do since I am returning the books right now," you scoffed at him as you waved the book in your other hand to his face. 

“You dare... You dare to question my authority in my own realm?” he replied icily. That sentence alone sent shivers to your spine, so you decided to step back to get away from him. He seems to sense what you were doing so he just moved forward to close the distance. You tried walking backward to create more space, but suddenly you felt a wall, that seemed to magically appear, behind your back. There is no space for you to run now since the two of you were sandwiched between bookshelves and there’s a damned wall behind you. 

The man in black is now towering over you, hands still behind his back, and his cold stare regarding you from beneath a wild mess of dark hair. He told you earlier ago that he was the King of Dreams. You have read about his existence in novels and fiction, but you never believed that he existed. But with this encounter, you are starting to believe that he is real, and he has definitely a talent for intimidating people.

“Wait, wait…” you scrambled to your feet, gripping the books in your arms even tighter. “I am not questioning anything,” you clarified.

His head slants slightly, still staring at you coldly. Right, he is a king. “Uh, my lord,” you lamely added.

“I am just merely borrowing the books and I have no intention of keeping them myself. As you can see, I am returning them back to the library,” you carefully explained.

“How did you enter my palace?” he replied.

“I do not know, really. Uhm, I just slept and then I dreamt about this place and that’s it,” you immediately answered. “And then I saw your library, by the way, it was wonderful. How did you even collect all those books? Oh, and the rare hardcovers! They are so beautiful! I cannot believe you even have some of the unpublished books of my favorite authors how did you do that?” you rambled at him.

His impassive bearing didn’t even flinch or soften. And his eyes— so cold, ancient, and sad, you concluded distantly as you tried to stare back at him, are still staring at you intently as if he can see right through your soul. 

“I am sorry for rambling. But, believe me, I just slept, dreamt, and entered here. I do not have bad intentions or plans on stealing anything from you I just want to read the books,” you mumbled awkwardly. “And I am sorry for borrowing them without your permission,” you softly added.

“Do not lie to me, book thief,” he replied steadily. “You have been stealing books and entering my palace without me even noticing it. Leave now or I will have you removed,” he continued. He did not even raise his voice or show any expression. He is terrifyingly serene— like a calm ocean whose waves will definitely drown you if angered. 

“Borrowing,” you corrected him. “I was just borrowing the books and I am not lying!” you exclaimed at him.

“Do you take me for a fool? Return the books now and leave. Do not make me banish you,” he told you, still expressionless, serene, and terrifying. 

“I swear I just want to read the books,” you retort weakly as he starts to walk away from you. 

“Can I have a question before I go?” you hopefully asked. He paused mid-turn, not speaking. He did not answer you, but you took this opportunity to ask him a question. If he wants you to leave, then you will gladly comply. But he must answer the question that has been boggling your mind first before he kicks you out of his palace. 

“Do you hate me?” you asked him, hopeful of an answer. “If you are truly the Lord of Dreams, then why… why did you plagued me with nightmares?” you continued, your voice almost breaking as you tried your best not to cry.  

His stoic countenance flinched for a brief second, his pale stare snapping at you as he looked back. 

“This dream is over,” he told you, instead of answering your question. In a brief second, you are sent back to the waking world, your chest heaving as you gasp for air. You tried to sit upright in your bed to calm yourself and breathe properly. Your gaze went in the direction of your phone that is ringing loudly and you begrudgingly turned the alarm off.

“Book thief?” you scoffed, as you get out of your bed and recount the events that happened last night. “Then I shall call you an asshole,” you told to yourself. After that encounter, you are convinced that the King of Dreams and Ruler of Nightmare Realm definitely hates you and that you hated him too.

A/N: Here's another Morpheus fic that no one asked for! Part 2 is coming soon. Also, requests are open so you could send some of your requests and I will try my best to write them. For now, enjoy this fic, hope you like it! ♥

dream of the endless you’re such a mr darcy variant

Never have I seen myself in such a powerful piece like this

Some may say I died of a broken heart that day….

I waited for a true love that never came

I waited as days turned into weeks as weeks turned into almost 2 months with nothing but the sound of my heart breaking

Everyday I woke up and I wish for your texts or your calls something…. But I think deep down I know you are never coming home gone are the days of watching movies together gone are the days of planning our future together gone are the days of pure love together…

Not yet gone are the days for winter for the princess… Spring may not ever arrive for the princess

I will never forget

the story of the faunus princess

Part 2???

Dark? Morpheus x f!reader

Parte 1

How many years has it past since He was trapped like an animal in this small bubble, in the hand of a human. A pathetic weak and selfish human.Who don't know how to let go.

Morpheus didn't know, all he knew is that he was getting impatient, and lonely. The only thing that was keeping him sane was her heartbeat, and even that had start to disappear from time to time, which scared him.

He almost screamed of pain when the first time her heartbeat had come silent. He bit his lower lip and tried to calm his heart for her sake. She was in danger and he knew that yet he was unable to run to her aid. It was ten time painful that been stuck by a lightning, but he could take it.

It didn't take for Morpheus long to understand that he was sharing the same pain, as if he was getting hurt in her place. All she could feel he could feel it too.

He will tear apart whoever hurt her.

It brought him a sence of joy, to the point where he almost shed tears, because the only reason he could sence the pain, as if they shared the same body, is if she accepted the bond. The bond that linked her to him.

He promised the first thing he will do once out, is to see her and ask for her confirmation. If she was ready, he will give her his world and his heart, even if he had already done that yet, all she has to do is say yes.

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xf!reader

xm!reader

xgn!reader

Nbc Hannibal.

Teen wolf.

Peaky blinders.

Harry potter + Fantastic beasts.

House of dragon + Game of thrones.

Call of duty.

Doctor who.

Lord of the rings.

Hobbits.

Marvel.

DC.

The sandman.

The vampire diaries + the originals + Legacies.

Vikings.

The boys.

The walking dead.

X-men

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This is an apology for not writing in so long! Sorry!

Dark? Morpheus x f!reader

Sitting on his throne Morpheus give a small smile, to the calm heart that beat silently for him. It was a gift for him,from his and his sisters' creator.

He wished he could tell her, see her and feel her, unfortunately, he can't. She was a holy thing. Someone he shouldn't touch or love, and even if he wasn't forbidden from loving her, she saw him like a son, nothing more.

It broke his heart but as long as she took his side and looked at him with warm in her eyes, he was satisfied. Until he could no longer handle the pain of loving someone who doesn't return his feelings.

He tried to maybe get with someone else, to put those feelings at bay but...Oh how wrong was he.

Thing didn't go well which ended up with him sending the poor soul to hell, and that was also the last time he saw her, the woman his heart was burning and beating for. The only thing that was left from her was the sound of her heart in his ear.

It give him hope. Maybe she will come back, one day. Until then he was more than ready to wait for her.

The sandman x reader/ The bright future in your eyes.

Hello…. This is awkward.

Leave your request if you have any.

Summary: Been reincarnated wasn't something you expected, not only that, but you were tasked to help someone, that don't know even the man or any information about them.

This is a kind of teaser. What do you think should I continue?

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It had been a week since god send you here in a world of fantasy. He didn't tell you much, only want you needed to know. He left you a magic book and new look.

You haven't touched the book or saw your new body in the mirror, you still hadn't accepted what was happening. Just a few days ago, you were siting laughing with your family when all of a sudden you were dead. You still haven't accepted that fact, nevertheless, you can't stay longer than you already did.

GOD wouldn't be happy if he saw you, like this, doing nothing to finish the task he signed for you. He may even send you to hell. So with a long tired sigh, you sucked all up, and started studying the book on your lap.

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SONGS THAT REMIND LOVE TO SWIM

─── summary: an unlucky being you were to be so unfortunate with romance. you weren't supposed to feel like this way so many years after the last time you'd seen him. yet here you were on a rainy day in a big city, atoning for your sins. — pairing: morpheus x love!reader ଓ warnings: angst, loneliness, depression, confused morpheus ଓ author’s note: boy did this change a lot from the first draft ଓ word count: 3.8K ଓ minors dni

The rigid creaking door of your lonesome apartment in Paris was a gateway to an underwater city that wouldn’t have been fit for your once lively spirit, but that didn’t matter anymore. Not like it used to. You were residing in a kingdom fit for a short life that was almost emptier than your cold insides.

As a pool-like reflection of your screaming psyche, you always kept the lights off. Even as you swam through the corridor, the rain outside worsened the darkness. Atlantis was already so far underwater so your apartment needed as much light as it could get, but the rain was unforgiving.

It did more than fall. Because when it rained, especially in the last century, it really poured. Soiling anything and everything to the point where they became unrecognizable. Poseidon could have ripped the roof off your home to let the storm sink your city and it would have just been a cog in the machine called the Ship of Your Misfortune.

You threw your house keys aside and let out a groan. The sound of the treacherous tapping of the trickling raindrops tip toed against your window matched your haunted energy. While you pealed your raincoat from your scaly skin, the rain already picked up and eventually the sound of Zeus’s thunder hammered at the glass.

The outside was telling you to let it in and you were considering. A rumbling storm cloud wouldn’t have been bad company. You hadn’t had any visitors in quite some time, excluding the time Corinthian visited you for less than an hour on the guise of “catching up with an old friend.” He spent more time asking you about Dream than anything else.

Perhaps a visiting storm would motivate you to clean and bury the evidence of your spiraling under the sea.

You recklessly pushed aside the books, trinkets, silverware, anything else that you purchased as a distraction, that littered your dining table. They clustered together with the scattered bottles of wine that were there for nothing more than decoration. The horrendous state of your living would have been a painful realization to fixate on if you weren’t so busy still gripping the bottle that you had given everything for.

Your fingers held onto the neck of the glass container like a noose and your boots left dirt wherever your soul traveled, like the floor was made of sand. You sauntered into your bedroom in a swift strut that landed you on the sharp edge of your bed in so little time.

In that instant, you wished the feeling of a cigarette between your teeth or liquor in your stomach would bring you the same satisfaction that it brought the people of the lonely world. A world that had not come to know the feeling of love since you made a horrible deal.

However, that didn’t mean you had ever stopped loving. Could a mermaid ever stop swimming? Not in the slightest.

In an act of godly retribution, you were forced to hold in all the love that you were tasked with giving. For every relationship that you couldn’t shoot into existence with your arrow, you carried it in your heart. They were as heavy as seashells. Light individually but burdensome in a cluster.

After the first decade past, it weighted you down tremendously. But now that a century had faded into a seabed, the feeling of caring for every human’s love in your chest made you ill and drained you down to your bones. It was unbearable, especially when you already had enough love for Morpheus to carry for infinite lifetimes.

It was when you saw the state of yourself in the mirror that you really felt sorry. Your skin was unrecognizable, but your eyes felt the weight of the blow much heavier than everything else. Gone were the days of Morpheus saying he could recognize you in the dark with just the twinkle in your eye. If he could have seen you, he would have seen how you were miles from the giggling, whimsical person whose spirit was warm for all of man.

There was no room for you to feel sorry for yourself, because, after all, you had deserved what had come to you. However, you were remorseful for the pain you brought from the contract that you made with the demon that you bargained with a century ago. Here was Cupid, you, without their arrows. Here were you, Cupid, without your Sandman.

How shameful that you had fallen in a mad love with someone as elusive as a dream. A century ago, you had so desperately wished he was yours that in a fit of desperation; you had committed the worst act of your existence.

“He likes you enough,” said the demon, more than ten decades in the past. “He just needs a push. What’s the difference? What will inevitably happen in a few years will be fast-tracked in a few moments.”

“Inevitable?” you asked as you felt his hold on your shoulders. His witching whispers were unshakeable.

“Surely,” he rounded in front of you. “You, of all people, should know.” That was the thing that you couldn’t tell him. You were gifted to know everyone’s soulmates but yours.

“But,” you thought about it for a moment, but not long enough.

“I am not a liar, Love. Isn’t that why you summoned me?”

“But this seems wrong,” you whispered.

“If you don’t secure his love now, he could find another. Someone like Nada, perhaps? And you’ll be left behind like you always are,” he said.

In the eons that you have lived, you had become so skilled at providing all forms of love to others that it was a second language gracing the tip of your pink tongue. A song that you knew how to sing. From familial to self-love, you mended societies and existences with the all-consuming inevitability of passion and inescapable comfort. Yet through learning all the types, you had never been lucky, personally, with Eros.

As the worlds kept turning and stories kept moving along their track, you witnessed all beings fall into a romantic love that you initially found captivating, but after millennia of failure, you began to be saddened by. You pondered and questioned why you, of all people, were so unfortunate in romantic endeavors. It never seemed to possess those that you’d fallen for. People came and went and nations drowned, but one thing remained: your misfortune.

Sure, the mere company of Morpheus was enough for you at first. You never asked for more than the mumbles and occasionally groans he’d make. He never spoke much, which was quite alright. You never truly knew what caused you to latch onto his silent but ever-present, tide shifting presence, but there you were in its inescapable orbit.

So of course, when the proposal of spending another aching thousand years running after an underwater flame was presented, you panicked. If there was any time to act, it should have been instant.

Your eyes had been fixed on Morpheus since before the Earth’s inception and would likely be there after. So, even as you handed over your quiver with shaking hands, you thought of how cruel it would be if you would never give yourself the chance.

You gave proper ownership of your quiver to the beast for it to shoot. You planned to return the favor by ending the hellish being’s unrequited love for another.

It was expected that the results of the shot arrow would be swift and likely on the same day, but nothing changed in Morpheus’s behavior that night at dinner.

He asked you weeks later where your arrows were after pulling it out of your teeth.

That was the cruel catch. You agreed to meet the demon in hell. You couldn’t follow the demon into hell, so you couldn’t retrieve your arrows. You’d been swindled so effortlessly.

You never told Morpheus why a demon had rightfully taken your quiver. Even when he promised to treck through hell without question.

“Let me come with you,” you remember telling him. It was a ridiculous ask.

“No,” he objected. His demeanor was so relaxed that you were envious.

You waited for him the day he went venturing into hell. He didn’t know the details of the agreement, but you foolishly almost hoped it wouldn’t matter. You lacked the courage to confess it to him yourself. He went on to strike a new deal for your quiver or perhaps find a loophole in the contract, but he must have heard the reasons for the deal since that was the last you saw of him.

His cold features looked back at you just before he went walking into hell and his amusing attempt at a smile was the last to wave you goodbye.

He abandoned the promise. At least that was what you thought. You assumed that after waiting hours that morphed into days, then months. By then you had come to the conclusion and were too ashamed to ask him yourself what went wrong. He had to have found out and loathed you, especially if he hadn’t seen you in many years.

For more than a century, you wondered if he really despised you that much. You weren’t sure if you’d ever know the true message in the bottle.

Similarly, that same day it was raining in Paris was, you didn’t know why you hadn’t regretted trading your bow for a chance to sleep like mortals did. And maybe even a dream.

Cold lips were brought the bottle and your tongue and only took a drop of the miracle that was inside. You wanted this respite to last as long as it could. The ability to sleep and not feel the pain of not doing what you were meant for was a heavenly idea. And no longer remembering why you lost Morpheus was a blessing.

You slept for weeks.

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You didn’t know you were dreaming most of the time, which was the most merciful part of it all.

You were carelessly sprawled in a meadow that was blooming with the liveliest flowers. You swore you could hear them whisper as you overheard to the sound of laughter from those that found comfort there just as you did. You rested amongst the tiger lilies and the man who found himself right beside you. He was your neighbor in the waking world, Jack, and you’d only ever spoken to him a few times since he was a cold fellow.

He gave you an unprompted cold kiss on your cheek. It stunned you long enough to let go of a gasp, but there was no time. He immediately took your hand to bring you out of the grass like the others that occupied your dream. All acquaintances but none entirely familiar.

It all felt too real. Such as the cloth of your dress having blades of grass that stained the fabric. It was why you did what the people of the dream were doing without hesitation. You skipped and danced along with them. You let your bare feet rub into the dirt of the ground as you were spun by Jack’s frosty hands.

 He was guiding you in a playful waltz that brought you before a path of rocks that led further into the forest.

He broke the partnership but still held your hand. “Come on,” he chuckled, and his teeth were comfortingly cold white. You smiled as you dared to follow right behind him.

The trees that curtained the pathway with their branched were tranquil and even more inviting when you felt the hand of the man take yours to guide you in the right direction. You weaved through trunks and were careful of falling peace. A walk through the forest was more healing than you ever expected. All things were well until you noticed a familiar figure in the distance.

He was standing between a fork in the path, and it wasn’t necessary to make out his face for you to realize who it was. In the instant that his ocean eyes met yours, you stopped in your tracks even as Jack tried to continue to bring you along.

“Come on,” he said once more. “We’ve got more to see. More to do.”

“Yes,” you murmured as you picked up your feet again. Your head was still fixated on the new arrival. Perhaps you were just imagining things.

That was your answer until he said your name. And although it wasn’t stern or laced with malice, it rattled you.

You tried to ignore it as you picked up the skirt of your gown skirt to move on and remain blissful in your ignorance, to return to a deeper sleep and a deeper dream. Yet, once again, he said your name and had you entirely frozen, even as the man carried on without you.

“Y/N,” Morpheus was already walking to catch up to you. He could feel that it was your dream but wondered if what he was looking at was a falsehood. Perhaps you were trapped in a dream because Love didn’t sleep.

When he made your name echo in the woods that once brought whimsy to your thoughts, it all came rushing back. The wave shook you so desperately that you went breaking out from under and releasing your first breath.

Morpheus watched the realization settle in your eyes and features like dust until you gasped so strongly that you lost your breath. It all came rushing back so swiftly. The pain, the guilt, the shame rushed in with such full force that you slowly began walking backward away from him as he calmly advanced. As he was slowly rounding trees and ducking under fishing branches, you went backward until you broke out into a run.

You never looked back, nor did you give a thought to where you were headed. All the same, you still kept running. Even as the forest slowly lost its lively look, you considered anywhere far from the Sandman was better.

“Y/N!” you heard once more, but you never stopped.

Your feet broke branches and felt cuts against the ground of the woods and it was only then that you finally registered that you had no shoes. You shot through the trees and pierced through the air around the tall trunks.

Branches clawed at your skirt as you kept on hearing the sound of your name. The humiliation of what you had done was lapping at the mass of your small ship at the moment you really got a good look at him. For once in your fantasies, you remembered why you were there. You were trying to out-swim guilt and the tentacles of the agony in your chest after years of not doing what you were meant to do.

You hurried to dive behind the wide body of a tree and said you would hide there until the nightmare finished haunting you.

Shaking lips desperately held your breath as you glued your back to the trunk of the tree, trying to shut your eyes in hopes you could conger up a different dream. A better dream where he was nowhere near you. Where he would forget you completely and what you had done. But you were too distracted by the sound of his footsteps and his worried calls to think of anything else.

“I don’t understand why you’re running,” he said. “I know more than a century has passed, but I didn’t think you’d be this appalled to see me.” Dream knew more about where you were in your own creation than you did, still he went along with what you were doing.

You almost whispered his name to refute his assumptions, but your hesitation was taller than a title wave. At first, the silence was still like the first drops of rain, but they would eventually fill the forest, so you decided to speak.

“I’m here.” Morpheus heard your confession and followed your voice like the song of a siren.

Without missing a beat in the song, he was already before you. He looked nothing like you had last seen. Sadness rested in the hollows under his eyes and anger was a wrinkle in his brow that almost went undetected.

“Why are you asleep?” he asked.

“Morpheus.” You hadn’t planned for that to be the first words out of your mouth.

“Y/N—”

“Morpheus, what are you doing here?” you whispered. His presence made you delirious as you lost all control over your speech. A part of you, you wanted to hear him scold you for all that you’d done.

“I,” he swallowed. He hadn’t expected you to be so ill-informed of his absence. “Answer me first.”

You swallowed the pearl in your throat and said, “I-I traded my bow for sleep.” The admission made you antsy as you walked right past him to travel further into the forest.

“Why?”

You wondered if he was playing the long game as he wanted to hear you confess trying to shoot him with an arrow of yours. “Because being, especially in the waking world, is far worse than any hell.” You could feel him behind you.

Dream kept up as he watched the mirage you had made for yourself. The forest, the sun, and the laughter of people began to slowly dissolve like salt in water. He was taking it all in and trying to catch up with falling sand after decades of lost time.

“After what I did, I couldn’t face anyone anymore, especially you,” you sighed. “Especially with you hating me.”

He took your hand so effortlessly to stop you from right where you were.

“Hate you for what?” he said. By now, the dream was starting to reflect the outside of your window. You stood in the center of an empty Paris as it rained relentlessly.

“No,” you said to yourself and pulled your hand back. He’d never be the kind to find pleasure in feigning ignorance for a sadistic laugh at your pain, but you thought that if he really did find your existence distasteful, lying would have been perfectly normal.

“Y/N?” He spoke in the rain and remained as dry as a distant shore.

“Look, let’s not pretend like you didn’t rightfully ignore me for a century,” you said. “Your message was loud and clear. I understand.” You were hoping to close your eyes and create a better place than a rainy day in Paris, where you weren’t getting wet.

“I wouldn’t ignore you, especially for a century.”

You couldn’t focus. “Then were you then when I spent every moment waiting?”

“I was a prisoner.” He looked around plainly at the changing setting as if he didn’t knock you off balance.

You opened your eyes “What?” The first broken chain of a heavy load stunned you beyond belief.

“It isn’t as—”

You interjected, “was it Lucifer?” You took a step toward him.

“No,” he sighed.

“Who?”

“It doesn’t matter,” he gazed at the ocean water. Now, you were at a beach.

“What do you mean? It does.”

“Not to you, it shouldn’t,” he said this with carefulness, but you read it as the first sign of annoyance that you were searching for. It caused you to pull back. “I have it figured out.”

You played with your hands and answered in silence, as you didn’t know where you lied with Morpheus anymore.

“Come out of the dream so we can talk.” His word was all it took to launch you back into the body you left stranded at your apartment.

You shot out of rest and the first thing you witnessed was the stillness of how his body sat on the edge of your mattress.

“You gave up so much for this,” he said as he slowly spun the nearly empty bottle.

“Do you know how I really came to lose my quiver?” you asked as you gripped your sheets. Truthfully, it was less of a question and more of an invitation for him to watch you come clean to yourself.

Morpheus rose to turn around and make it evident that he was listening.

“I took advantage of your trust and gave it to a demon to shoot you with one of my arrows.” Your feet were sinking into your mattress into fins as you confessed the unbearable burden. “Deserved suffering came so quickly,” you laughed.

A silence swam by so naturally.

“You don’t deserve suffering.”

“Why not?” You tried to understand on what spectrum of like and hate he had you on. “I took love out of the world because of the recklessness of my emotions”

“Likewise,” he ironically chortled. “I fell into a trap, not even met for me because I was so preoccupied with helping you.” That was when you watched him so smoothly reveal your quiver and bow that he had rested on the floor.

“You know, I felt the arrow that day,” Morpheus continued as he slipped it into your still nervous hands. He could feel your eyes staring at him in inescapable surprise as he sat so near you on your mattress that he could easily feel the change in your breathing. “It didn’t make any difference since all things stayed the same,” he confessed as he placed his forehead on yours.

“How?” You asked.

“Wouldn’t you believe it? I’m better at games than I thought,” he slyly implied.

You pushed the bag back and told him, “I betrayed you, so how do you know I won’t do it again?”

“Before I was certain I wouldn’t worsen your condition, I waited for you to wake from your sleep for two day,” he answered. “In all that time, I could still feel the pain that came along with it just by being near you.”

You watched him go over the look in your eyes before landing a chilled kiss to your lips that washed you over the moment. He placed his hand on your cheek.

“After all I’ve done?” you pulled out of exactly what you always wanted.

He didn’t counter your protest with words. Instead, Morpheus led your hands to open your quiver and pull out an arrow from the air in the case. You held your breath as his slender hand wrapped around yours to grip the arrow.

“Morpheus,” you called, but he was swift. He led you in, plunging the arrow into his chest, and it dissolved like sea foam.

“Nothing has changed quite frankly,” he said so surely.

And he was right. There was no change in the oceans of his eyes or the smile on his lips. He looked all the same and spoke just as he always did from the moment you met. You let yourself grip his shirt as you kissed him so desperately that you made his cold lips burn. Your tongue was still hot from all the songs of love that you hadn’t sung in ages, and he would be the first to experience it.

Cupid kissed the Sandman better than any dream he could have imagined. You sighed in relief as you released one of the heavier hearts that resided in your body to let it rise above the water so it could lead you back to shore.

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