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The mortal who caught a gods heart (part 2)

I feel the rain soak my hair and cloths like it wised to undress me, it was sinful but felt nice, I craved the touch. I look up seeing her in a white dress, it rested a over her mid thigh as she sat in the rain, the grass around her was wet, her hair was out and rested on her shoulders hugging her. I walk closer but feel my body become heavy, she looks at me, I want to scream her eyes are black and gone blood painted her cheek, I felt rage and saw my enemy holding her eyes, her whimpers reached my ears and I felt like I was being stabbed, she screamed it was like I was bing stabbed multiple times then I fell backwards it went black. I jolt up feeling sweat coat my forehead and I see her laying in her red silk gown fast asleep, my eyes watered. I moved closer resting my chest on her back, I placed small kisses on her bare shoulder as I went to Enter twine our fingers. She moved slightly her voice was small and precious “ what’s the matter my love” I kissed her cheek and ear gently “ I had a dream my love” I felt myself break, before a god that fears not a soul only feared to loose a soul, I could bring her back from the dead but to fail her the first time would break me. She woke up more bringing me close and hums “ do not cry my love I’m here” I shake and grip her arms bring her closer as I kiss her more and more “ you were so beautiful in your dress” I sobbed my words “ you..you..you looked so beautiful in the rain why did he hurt you” her face held sadness as if she saw my dream as if her eyes were really take and she was stabbed, I felt a heat rise in my chest and my cries became more desperate “ I failed you, I failed you” she places small kisses in my bare chest and shoulders “ it was only a dream my love, you will never fail me” I hide my face In her neck and sob “ you were so beautiful my love” she gently moves her fingers through my hair, she brought me closer. Then she began to get up. I saw and heard the sky start to fall, her now in a red dress she pulls me towards the doors “ I will be beautiful for you again my love” she moves into the rain and I watch it run down her body then I see the smile I love ooo so much, she smiles reaching out as she sits on the grass “ my love “ I come closer and wipe my eyes, she pulls me down kissing me deeply and moves her fingers over my body. She smiles bring me inches away from her gorgeous face “ my love, I trust you and know you’ll protect me until this body grows old and my soul goes away. I fear nothing because I have you” I wanted to cry more. In all of history no god has ever bowed or been ruled by a mortal and here I am on my knees for her, her body grows old each day. I can see her soul at night, her body is only a vessel to a beautiful white soul a soul that will go where I can’t go. Kiss her so deeply as if it was my last day on this dreaded planet. “ even when you do grow old my love, I will sit by you till the end just know you are pure” her eyes were beautiful, I’ve seen jewels and Ruby’s but nothing compare to her. With my words I brought more life to them. When she asked the gods for a painting I only saw her dull dead eyes but now that I hold her and love her, a new light lives in her. I made the once sad soul a beautiful one. I kiss her gently “ till death “ she kisses me back “ do us part my love”

(Artist:iwaixumi on Twitter)

@can-i-be-your-blue just saw ur thing lol was bored so here

The mortal who caught a gods heart

“She’s beautiful” I watch her walk pass me and she smile gently at me, her smile wasn’t forced or evil. It was beautiful. Her cheekbones held power even when she smiled. She talked about art and the values of it and how it made her feel, she was art. She was a Greek statue if not then an old famous painting. Age is beauty and she’s shown it well, I watched to touch her so bad not in a sexual way but in a way like when you see glass, a beautiful glass statue, you can gently move your fingers over it and look through it. I watch her from afar as she’s speaks out the painting she loves so dearly, I sit on the other side of the museum and can’t even bring myself to look at anything else but her, she was a true piece of art. My soul ached to feel her. Her face was beautiful, her nose to her legs, I’ve never been one to look at legs but hers were beautiful. I sit on a white bench and sigh feeling defeated until I hear a voice, I look up meeting her eyes and wow was all Could say but I said it out loud, she giggles omg, she giggled . I felt like I was gonna fall over, I sit dumbfounded by her. She lifts her hand elegantly and I shake it ooo so gently like she was really glass, she got a bit nervous and I spoke more asking for her favorite pieces. Her face lit up like a child with candy, she pointed from afar at the painting that rested on the wall, the way she described it made me want to fall in love, the painting was of an ancient garden and held a beautiful blue pond. she said the pond was the middle bc it symbolizes the mind as a calm gentle thing but also powerful enough to cause destruction. Flowers symbolize the thoughts in one’s mind, we are all born pure and the flowers were pure but held ideas. The pink and orange sky are emotions in the mind well one of a woman’s mind, pink was compassion,love,feelings, orange was the power to want or need but she said the orange to her was the urge for love, I look over seeing her eyes held a calm, they held love. If this painting was a person I would have no luck of having her this brought her a type of love no one could ever give her, her heart belonged to this painting and Mine belonged to her. I will admit it was a silly thought but I was jealous of a painting, how unfair an object stole her heart before I could but to see her face the way it was made me want to sit like that forever. Ooo to be this simple minded, not a care in the world only a large room full of art and young women deeply in love with one piece, things I give up to have this moment painted and put on a wall, her face was art,it was meaning. I sigh deeply being to feel overwhelmed by her, I was dumbfounded, caught in this web. I run my fingers through my hair and breath deeply feeling a blush creep onto my face. I wanted to give her another name besides art. I didn’t know her name but I needed no name for beauty, she could be a rose in a garden and I would still know her, I felt like a school boy that had simple stumbled on the prettiest girl in the school but no I’m beyond my years and I found something beautiful, I felt my knees become weak. “ you’re beautiful” that’s all I could say before looking away, she giggled lightly resting her hand on my arm, I felt like I was gonna fall. Help was all I could think, help,help. I felt warm and her touch was like ice cold and smooth. She made me so nervous but so comfortable. I lean forward feeling her hair and smile as she looks at me. I didn’t know what took me over but I kissed her and she kissed back, this is what heaven is like, beautiful round lips curved at the bottom so she held a pout, beautiful eyes. I felt like I was standing before a goddess, she held so much power and here I am disguised as a human to see her, I’m a god who fears a mortal. She could break my heart and I would still roll out velvet carpets for her, I move closer “ be mine” she moves her hands in my mind and smiles ooo so big her voice was gently and her words were like melting chocolate ooo no not chocolate but like beautiful tea it was so hot but filling. Her words could of brought me to

My knees her voice made my legs shake “My heart is and always will be yours” she comes closer cupping my face “ I know it’s you“ I look away “ how” she laughed intertwining our fingers “ I see you in my dreams, then a tall god like man happens to come here asking about my painting, the painting you inspired an artist to make just for me” I look away “ you are so clever now aren’t you” she smiles getting up, her dress moves with her figure, I snap out of my Hallucination and go after “ I will not loose you again in this life or another my love”.

(Artist: nachtflut on Instagram)

(Anybody want a part two👀👀)

dream x reader

(Request @abovenyx :in which dream has a hid the reader from the whole of dream smp since he was scared that him doing his shenanigans will put the reader and the baby on the way so every day he would leave early morning to dream smp trying his best to hide his family from everyone but one day he doesn't return for months so reader gets worried and tries to find him and starts heading towards the smp when she reaches the smp she asks around ppl about dream and ends up at the doorstep of the prison as usual Sam ask who she is and why she is there the reader tells him that she is looking for dream and she is his wife since dream had escaped the prison sam thought he could hand her to Quackity and use her as leverage against dream.)

You sigh picking up a couple clothes and lean on the wall trying not to fall, six months along and you can barely even bend over without loosing your balance. You loved your husband dearly but sometimes it was frustrating bc you’ve both been married for years you knew his two friends but apparently you couldn’t meet anybody else even leave the house bc apparently your husband start a whole war with a nation, now in fear of you killed or hurt even getting the baby hurt, your in house miles from Civilization. You hear the door close and wait until you hear your husband’s call out “ y/n” you smile turning the corner then freeze stepping back seeing two men behind him “ who are they “ dream smiles “ don’t worry baby their on our side” you don’t step very close just only nodding at the men “ dream a word please “ he follows you to the room” you sigh sitting down “ I want to go out my love “ he comes closer getting on his knees and cups your cheek gently, placing small kisses on your lips “ you know why you can’t leave my love why even ask “ your eyes water and he hugs you “ no,no,no my love don’t cry please. I promise I’m working to get this all fix. Those men down there are going to help me end this all please just be patient” he kisses you again “ I’m leaving tomorrow morning my love will you be okay “ you give him a sad nod and he picks you up gently kissing your womb “ I promise things will get better” you never doubted your husband not once but after a month of him not coming home, you feared the worse, you knew you shouldn’t leave the house but you needed to know your husband was okay. You left that afternoon with only a couple things in your bag and on a horse. Now seven months along,you ride through the woods coming up to a destroyed sign and burned homes, it looked awful you fear their be no life until you hear a voice “ well hello there” you turn looking at a man in a suit and beanie, he held a wicked grin and the scar that rested on his left eye, you felt a cold feeling run down your spin completely just staring at the figure “ do you speak or no” he said with a bit of anger in his tone, you blink and hum “ sorry,sorry. I’m looking for my husband” the man raises his eyebrow and lights a cigar, you back up with the horse. He chuckles taking a puff “ don’t be shy, I don’t bite.” you hum trying to just leave him but you needed help “ so what does your hubby look like,does he got a name” you look around “ yes, dream is his name. He said he was apart of this nation” you look back feeling nothing but fear, the look that was on this man face was enough to make you want to throw up out of fear, his grin was devilish, his eyes black as hell, seeing how close he got scared you. “ actually you know what love, I think I might know who your talking about come with me. Everything in you said run but out of poor judgment and wanting to just see your husband you followed like a little duckling. He went a got on a horse and he smiled at you Trotting off as you followed behind, you went through many places just pure destruction and despair. It is as if the devil himself laid his hand on this nation. You get to a clearing where a huge black stone building sat, you stopped looking up “ what is this plac..” before you can stay anything, he puts a rag over your mouth and you pass out into his arms.

He smiles evilly and walks through the doors carrying you “ Sam” the tall 7,4 creature turns looking at him confused “ quackity who is that” he laughs “ take a guess “ the creature bends down “ I’m not sure but she’s with child, why do you have her” he gets closer to Sam “ dream never told us hr had a wife” Sam eyes widen as he looks down at your “ quackity wait no, even if he is her..” quackity puts his fingers on Sam lips “ shhh shh, I’m not gonna hurt her, guess what he’ll give us if we have here” Sam looks down at you “ the book” quabkity jumps up “ BINGO HAHA” he smiles carrying you towards the door “ let’s show him, shall we” Sam gets up typing in codes and unlocking doors, his keys jiggle down the hallways as the finally reach the lava. Quackity looks over at Sam who flips the switch the lava starts to raise, you feel yourself coming to and groan at the pain in ur head. “ ooo your up” he puts you in cuffs and pulls a chair over sitting you down. He pulls out a knife “ a single move and baby gets it” you gulp feeling your eyes water confused, you look up seeing the lava. Quackity moves the chair forward more “ dream look who came to visit” you look over seeing your husband in a orange jump suit, he makes eye contact with you “Y/N NO, QUACKITY I SWEAR ANYTHING HAPPENS TO HER” quackity goes into a laughing fit “ look at his face omg, I’ve never seen him so worried” he bends down moving his hand over your stomach “ ooo dream how many months is she” you look to your husband, quackity shows dream the knife, dream yells “ okay okay okay what do you want please don’t hurt her, what I did has nothing to do with her, she never knew anything” quackity looks to sam, the lava falls again and dream screams “ QUACKITY WAIT, NO WAIT” he smiles at you putting the knife away “now let’s get you somewhere comfortable, I’m sorry I normally don’t treat guess like this” he takes you out the prison, leading you to the portal. You cry lightly as he sits you at a table with food, you knew you had to eat for the baby sake but you felt so lost and hurt. Two days into staying there it all was okay until, he stormed in red faced and everything, grabbing your hair “ y/n, your husband is starting to become a real real problem for me” you cry gripping his wrist as he drags you across the floor, Sam come up “ quackity this is to far” quackity pulls out his sword “ speak on my actions again and this is going in ur chest” Sam looks away as you cry out, he gets through the door and you see ur husband with the two men from before his eyes are dark as he looks to quackity. Quackity brings you close bring the knife to your womb “ come dream “ dream grips his sword looking to you and sighs dropping his sword, quackity laughs evilly “ now come here” you bring your hands between your stomach and the blade, you glance seeing his unfocused. You bite his hand as he move the sword it cuts your hands you jump forward being caught by dream, you sigh in relief when the other to men go at quackit, dream turns quickly moving to his horse with you riding off, you cry lightly hiding in his neck, he finally slows down and kisses your head rubbing your back” forgive me my love” he lifts your bleeding hands gently wrapping them in a loose rag, the way back is quite besides him trying to calm your nerves. When you both get home he does everything in his power to calm you down and help you. He kisses your lips gently covering you with the blanket, he moves to get up but you grab his sleeve “ please stay” you sniff looking up at him, he nah smiles crawl king into bed moving his hand over your stomach, kissing you deeply and hums “ better” you only nod as you both fall fast asleep.

Dream x baby!reader (ft uncle sapnap)

Dream wrote like two songs and goofed off singing on stream but you were the only one he really really shared his real voice with. Since ur birth he’s Sang for you when putting you to bed to just randomly holding you. He sing little child rhymes and when he hear a song that was sweet and just full of love. he sing it to you before bed. He sit in the rocking chair holding you close to his chest, his thumb in ur little hand and he kiss ur little knuckles, closing his eyes singing lightly.You would snort lightly on his shoulder. He stand up slowly resting you in ur crib. Nobody knew about this until Sapnap said it in stream. He was holding you and you started whimper and crying “ ooo no no, please I’m sorry” he try to sing something only to have dream come get you. “ you guys should hear dream, he sings to y/n at night and guys I can’t explain how cute it is. He’s probably going to kill me for telling “ he laughs. Until Dream actually sang on stream.He rock you lightly humming a song as you whimpers. He rest you on hid chest going back to his computer “ sorry guys my little girl needed me” everyone starts to talk in the discord while he look over you,completely forgetting Hd was stream. He starts to sing to you.Everyone in the discord goes quit looking to dreans discord. Dream smiles and keeps singing while placing kisses on ur forehead and cheek. The chat blows up, people are clipping stuff and Dream doesn’t realize until a donation comes over saying how cute he is for sing “ wait omg, I forgot I was streaming” everyone laughs, He groans lightly trying not to upset you more as you whimper, George speaks “ awww daddy dream “ he groans more “ ima end stream if you guys don’t stop, she’s upset “ he rubs your back and you whine. His mic picks up all your little noises and everyone just freaks out. “ ima end it here guys, it’s late and y/n upset rn “ He says his goodbyes and Sapnap ends with him and comes to dreams room and smile. “ can’t believe you forgot “ dream leans back in his chair and kiss your head “ I really don’t care just want her to be okay “ he lifts you up taking you to your room, you still whimper, He changes you and hold you close rocking you. You keep crying, He pat your back and rub your belly “ I’m trying baby I’m trying “ Sapnap comes in worried trying to help. Sapnap puts his hand to your forehead. “ she’s burning up “ dream gets up out your onesie and Sapnap goes to get you medicine. You cry out and move your little arms. Dreams heart breaks seeing you upset, sapnap comes back with the medicine “ we can only give her a little, when did she eat last” dream looks up “ like an hour ago “ Sapnap nods “ let’s feed her again and I’ll get the Motrin okay” dream nods going to get your bottle and gently feeds you tears rest at the edge of your eye as you whimper and look up at you worried father. Sapnap comes back and gives you this awful pink medicine and you whine out and dream kisses your little cheek “ shhh,shh,shh it’s okay it’s okay “ sapnap looks sad and rubs your little arm “ I’m sorry “ dream lays you in the crib and neither of them leave the room. They sit by the crib. Sapnap on his phone and dream holds your little hand watch you chest rise and fall slowly and you babble in your sleep causing them to both laugh silently. You turn on your stomach cuddling closer to you green blank and dear sapnap win for you at a carnival. Dream smiles and they both get up Turing on your little night light and baby monitor. Dream rooms right across yours and his bed his on the walll facing the door so he can see into your room and watch you. You slept soundly that night.

How I wish I was dead

I move my hand over my face closing my eyes as the music moves through my mind. I fall into a Trance as my mind drifts away, tears thickly fall down my face as I lay on my back in the large room. Nothing but three huge glass windows watched me cry my heart out over a song, I feel nothing but deep grief. I’m unaware of my love, he sits off the the side watching me. He hated to see me cry but knew it helped whatever stress was built up or whatever my mind struggled with that day. I move my arms above my head and feel a warm hand with cold rings move into mine, I just look up as see a sad expression written on his face, he moves up running his fingers gently over my arms and kisses me lightly. He turns the music down. He moves over me and looks into my watery red eyes “ you know it was never your fault” I feel a sob bubble in my chest as he speaks “ you were so little, what they said wasn’t your fault, you are loved and cherished my love “ tears run out of his beautiful eyes onto my face “ you weren’t born to suffer my love” he wraps his arms around me hugging me tightly “ they messed you up and damaged you” tears run down his face as the pain in his eyes becomes unbearable, I look away. His words are choppy like speaking them hurt him more “ you are precious y/n, you are loved” he runs his fingers gently through my hair as he rest his forehead on my neck “ I wish I could go back and save you, none of it’s your fault. Being scared is okay, having emotions doesn’t make you weak” he places soft Kisses on my neck as his rubs my back gently “ you are just misunderstood my love, please don’t cry” his words make me heart fill with joy but sadness as well. I’m damaged and he still looked at me as if I was the purest thing to live on this planet. He kisses me deeply and wipes my tears “ I love you” I cry lightly “ I love you more”

(Short but enough to make me feel a little better)

Gentle

I lay on his chest breathing heavily and cry into his shirt, he rests his arm on my back keeping me close. Gently moving his fingers over my side. His lips gently kiss my shoulder as I sob and shake. He kisses my head rubbing my side and back gently whispering sweet words that made me cry more not out of sadness but out of pity. I don’t deserve this. I never deserved this. He brings me closer and rubs my wet cheeks as he kisses my forehead, he holds me as if I’m young again. My mind drifts to memories I wish I never had. I sit in a corner of a somewhat empty room crying alone as my world falls apart, I was so little and alone. He pulls me from my thoughts holding me tighter, I feel his chest and arms shake. I feel the wet drops on my head,it’s as if he can feel my pain as if he went into my mind too. As if he sat next to me and cried. He chokes out a sob while I continue to cry into his chest. My sob become more pained. I’m hurting him, I’m hurting him. I grip his shirt and mumble his name begging him to not cry, this pain is my own, they hurt me not him. He saved me. The nights I laid in bed wishing hoping for my death, the dark hole that I laid in. He reach in pulling me out, I still hate myself and life but he makes it all bare able. To feel his body shake as if he’s in pain scares me, i look up at him to see his beautiful eyes glossy, his brows rest downwards and his forehead wrinkles slightly as his sobs rack his body, he speaks lowly. Telling me that he wanted to save me and take this pain away, his grip became desperate as if letting me go would end his life or I would fade away, he was scared. I told him I wanted to die, i told him I’m in pain constantly, i told him I feel dead inside, I’m not me. Theses words broke him to his core, he rubs his fingers through my hair pulling me closer begging me to hang on and that he would help. I feel my head start to pound as he keeps me close,he cries more not caring about how he sounds or looks. This beautiful man sits before me letting the pain for his beloved flood out. He wanted to scream. He loved me and only me.He places soft kisses on my head and face, he moves to my lip kissing me in a way that couldn’t be Described as hunger or lust or passion. It was a kiss of promise, he was my angel sent from heaven, he was meant to be in my life, he was willing to die just to make sure i woke up the next morning. just to make sure i didn’t look in the mirror and hate myself. Just to make sure i didn’t think of constant death. He pulls away breathing lightly, his tears hit my cheeks running down them chasing my own, even tho his eyes were slightly red and his cheeks were slight red, he still gave me a smile. The very smile that made me think maybe life wasn’t so pointless, maybe I do deserve love or a friend. He’s soft gentle hands rub my cheekbones taking my tears with them. His eyes look into my soul, no words or writing could explain the look in his eyes. It wasn’t possessive or desire or need. It was a plead or promise. He had this power to speak without even opening his mouth, he was true to his words even if the words weren’t on his tongue or fell from his lips. His actions were so loud like when he bring me a flower or gazes at me. He is selfless and beautiful no other person could describe him in a way I could, no scientific facts or author or song writer. Not even ancient Scholars could predict or summon a man like him. I rest my forehead on his closing my eyes but hold him tight as if he would slip away. He leans back resting me on his chest as he gently rubs my back. He whispers a sweet “I love you” before I’m consumed by sleep.

This right here is my love

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This is yes

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! ♥

This series has me in tears constantly. It is so good!!

𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕.

pairing: dream of the endless x f!reader

a cursed mortal, a lonesome Dream Lord, and a story spanning one thousand years.

content warnings: angst, slowburn/slowbuild, mutual pining, dream being dream.

⏳ playlist | corinthian & wanderer playlist | pinterest board | inspo tag & asks | ao3 |

🌙  CHAPTER INDEX

YEAR 0-200

YEAR 200-300

YEAR 304

YEAR 304-521

YEAR 522

YEAR 522-619

YEAR 619-850

YEAR 916-994 [coming soon]

YEAR 1021

BEYOND.

➥ BONUS CONTENT

"I wonder what I look like in your eyes."

"I broke my rules for you."

“My heart is so full of you I can hardly call it my own.”

“You were worth the wait.”

currently accepting headcanon/drabble requests and discussions for this series, feel free to send something in!

P.S. I do not do tag lists, if you want to keep up with this fic, please bookmark this post or follow me directly, thank you.

I am in love with this fic!!!!!!!!

𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕.

pairing: dream of the endless x f!reader

a cursed mortal, a lonesome Dream Lord, and a story spanning one thousand years.

content warnings: angst, slowburn/slowbuild, mutual pining, dream being dream.

⏳ playlist | pinterest board | inspo tag & asks | ao3 |

🌙  CHAPTER INDEX

YEAR 0-200

YEAR 200-300

YEAR 304

YEAR 304-521

YEAR 522 [coming soon]

➥ BONUS CONTENT

"I wonder what I look like in your eyes."

currently accepting headcanon/drabble requests and discussions for this series, feel free to send something in!

P.S. I do not do tag lists, if you want to keep up with this fic, please bookmark this post or follow me directly, thank you.