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CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR !

The Sandman

Dream of The Endless / Morpheus

Delirium of The Endless

Johanna Constantine

The Corinthian [ 1 & 2 ]

Lucienne

Nuala of The Faerie

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oh to wake up to dream of the endless making me chocolate chip waffles……………..

out of all the things you’d expected to see this morning, this was not one of them.

finding your boyfriend standing in your kitchen, his back and bicep muscles rippling with effort beneath his black tank top as he pulled a tray out of the oven at seven in the morning made you pause where you stood and do a double take— you had to rub your eyes to make sure you weren’t dreaming.

dream visited often, of course. seeing him in your home wasn’t unusual, but last night had been the first night he had stayed all night, rather than leaving you after you fell asleep to return to the dreaming.

and now, he was making you breakfast. cinnamon rolls, by the looks of it.

“good morning…” he greeted you, his voice rough and sleepy as he made his way over to you. he placed his big hands on your hips, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

you hummed in response, leaning into him with a yawn before you replied with a soft “good morning” of your own.

his arms wrapped around you, and you leaned further into him, your warm cheek pressed against his shoulder so you could glance at the tray of fresh cinnamon rolls sitting on the counter to cool.

it was a strange occurrence— you’d think that the first words to come out of your mouth would be “thank you” or “that looks delicious”.

instead…

“you can cook?”

dream of the endless’ chuckle rumbled deep in his throat, making you smile and lift your head up to look at him. “what?” you prompted. “i’m just… i’ve never seen you cook. usually taramis is the one in charge of all of that…”

“she is,” he replied, kissing your forehead once more as his thumb rubbed your chin fondly. “but, my darling, i contain the entire collective human consciousness. i can do many things,” dream clarified.

“right…” you nodded your head in response, a cheeky grin on your lips. “you just choose not to.”

he pinched your cheek. “careful.” he warned you playfully, humming softly in delight when you left a chaste kiss on his lips. “i can cook for you, at least. assuming you’ll let me, of course.”

“well, i can’t stop you now, can i?” you added cheekily, reaching over to swipe some icing off of a glass bowl on the counter before you licked it off your finger. “you have this lovely habit of just doing what you want, dream lord.”

“and you’re alright with that when it serves you,” dream said, placing his hands on either side of the counter, trapping you in place. “don’t pretend,” he said, leaning in to place a kiss to your neck.

you hummed, tipping your head back with a little sigh. “guess so…” you said, once again reaching for the icing bowl— which dream proceeded to gently nudge away before you could dip your finger into it again and swipe icing on his nose, as you’d intended to.

“hey!”

“do you think so little of me to believe i don’t know you?” he murmured against your neck, lifting his head to look at you with an amused expression on his face. “i take offense to that, my darling.”

“i’m allowed some fun, i think…” you lamented playfully with a dramatic exhale before you wrapped your arms around him. “i’ll get you next time.”

he chuckled and nodded. “i’m sure you will. but, for now, i believe it best for us to indulge in these before they are no longer warm,” he said, nodding over to the side to where the perfect cinnamon rolls sat.

“us?” you asked, pulling your head back to properly meet his gaze. “i thought you’d have to go back to the dreaming.”

dream lifted a brow, once again tucking a strand of hair away from your face. “is that what you wish me to do?”

“what? no! no— no, i just…” you began to murmur, your voice trailing off before you continued. “you don’t usually… stay.”

his expression shifted to one of guilt and slight melancholy. dream pulled you closer, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “and for that, you have my deepest apologies. but that’s all going to change,” he said, his thumb brushing against your chin before he laid a chaste kiss on your lips.

“i swear to you, i will be here when you wake, i will be here when you fall asleep. and when you dream—“ his hand found yours, fingers interlocking, “—i will be with you.”

your cheeks warmed, and you clicked your tongue to try and hide how flustered his heartfelt words had left you. it was a rare moment, but one you welcomed.

“i’ll hold you to it,” you said before you kissed him, both hands on his cheeks to keep his lips against yours. once you pulled back, you smiled. “love you.”

YESSS this came to me in a dream i swear — also ignore any spelling mistakes please i wrote this at like 4am running on a kpop demon hunters rewatch and a watered down pepsi

you’d known dream of the endless for centuries— within a span of at least five centuries, you’d hunted each other, you’d loathed and despised and abhorred each other.

then, you became begrudging friends at the behest of one lady johanna constantine.

then you’d properly gotten to know each other, and began to spend more time together.

until inevitably, the universe ruled you two would fall in love.

and now here you were, lounging in the sunroom of the palace of the dreaming, wearing your favorite nightshift with a cup of steaming herbal tea sitting on the small table by the divan, and your sketchpad and charcoal in hand.

morpheus was sitting across from you, a book in his hand and his legs crossed.

the picture of elegance, even in his black silk pajamas in the middle of the night, brow furrowed in concentration.

your eyes flicked from him to the sketchpad resting against your knees, your wrist aching slightly— the end product would be worth it, though.

morpheus, however, had noticed you’d been far too quiet.

“my love… what are you doing?” he asked finally, closing his book and setting it aside to sit up straight. “you’re too quiet.”

your eyes flicked upward to him, and you smiled over the top of the sketchpad. “concentrating,” you said, turning back to your work. “don’t move. i’m almost done.”

he obeyed, settling back into his divan, and getting comfortable once more. this time, his eyes never left yours.

you two sat in silence for a bit longer before you finally put down the charcoal you’d been using, and blew gently on the piece of paper before you before lifting your gaze to meet his.

“when was the last time you saw yourself?” you asked him.

morpheus took a pause, his expression melancholy— he was endless, he could make himself appear to mortals as he wished. but when he was with you in the comfort of his home, he could forfeit the use of his shapeshifting or his magic.

the morpheus sitting before you was your morpheus, raw and tired and beautiful. and yet, a far cry from the young man you’d met him as all those centuries ago, so burdened by his duties, so serious and uncompromising.

you didn’t wait for his answer before you rose from your own seat and joined him on the divan, holding out the sketchpad for him to take.

the king of dreams and nightmares was rendered speechless, lips parted to gasp softly as he took himself in for the first time in many centuries.

you’d spared no details. not the gentle crease between his brows from all the frowning he’d done in the span of all those centuries, or the slight pout of his lips. you’d managed to capture the essence of the love of your life in a what had once been a blank piece of paper.

he looked so… carefree, so free of worries. he hardly recognized himself.

he lifted his head to look at you when he felt your chin on his shoulder, and morpheus placed the sketchpad down on his lap before placing a kiss upon your forehead, his free arm winding around your waist to pull you close.

“you’ve given me a wonderful gift, (name),” he told you softly, brushing some hair away from your face before allowing you a glimpse of one of his rare smiles. “i thank you, truly. i will cherish this.”

“i know.” you said, leaning in to kiss him softly and drawing back, your nose bumping against his. “i just wanted you to see yourself the way i do, that’s all.”

he chuckled softly, properly setting the portrait aside and pulling you onto his lap. “you never fail to surprise me, beloved.”

sorry for the back-to-back notes, but i just want to (once again) thank you all for your support and for your comments and all your love.

i’m sorry to say that i’ll be taking a brief hiatus from posting while i deal with some mental health related issues— i haven’t been myself as of late and my writing has been sloppy at best. i apologize for that.

requests will remain closed for the time being, but i’ll make sure to keep working on the ones i already have and on the latest chapters for both when the dark dresses lightly and soulless creatures.

i haven’t forgotten about you guys, but i just need to step away for a moment to get my things in order.

i actually don’t think calliope would be jealous in any way!

i think calliope would be a bit surprised at first, definitely. but i also think she’d find peace in knowing that dream is happy, and that he’s loved and well looked after by his wife.

i also think she’d love dream’s child as if she were her own.

not only because the sweet girl is her son’s little sister, but because like orpheus, she’s proof that the king of dreams and nightmares loves deeply. and the beautiful little girl is far too precious not to love, especially with the way she actively seeks out calliope during family gatherings when they visit greece, begging for stories and for affection.

i also think calliope and the queen of the dreaming would be very good friends. i think they both have a lot they can learn from each other, and even more they can bond over. their duties, their beautiful children, and their love for dream (albeit not the same kind of love).

i’m gonna be a bit busy for the remainder of this week, so i wanted to apologize in advance. i might be slow to answer requests or put anything out, but i promise i won’t starve you guys for content for too long.

i AM gonna close requests for a bit so i can catch up as i’m able.

nigel colbie era tom sturridge, full stop <3 that’s MY baby dream of the endless <3<3

dream’s wife gave birth to his sweetest dream and also his worst nightmare i love this for him

your daughter adores the gifts desire gives her.

your husband, on the other hand, does not. and, in his defense, desire's gifts can be... a bit destructive or inconvenient sometimes, to say the least.

for one of her birthdays, they brought her a giant tub of pink glitter.

the dreaming sparkled for months, and matthew wasn't too happy about the glitter that stuck to his feathers for weeks on end. lucienne and lady nuala got a kick out of it, though! until they found a pile of glitter under their pillows.

your daughter claimed it was to help them have sweet dreams. you couldn't find it in yourself to disagree, and much to your luck, neither could lucienne or lady nuala.

on another occasion, they brought her some kinetic sand.

your daughter loved this gift, because in her sweet mind, anything with the word sand in it, her papa would love. she'd seen him throw a handful of sand and disappear into thin air, so one day she decided to try it.

except when she went to throw the sand like dream did, she ended up pelting poor, unsuspecting matthew with it, and getting the sand all over the carpet. the white fabric was forevermore stained purple.

the latest of desire's schemes was a bedazzler.

and oh, did your daughter make the most out of it.

she bedazzled your journals, she bedazzled lucienne's books. she bedazzled her own hair, god love her.

one day, as you sat in you and your husband's shared workspace, your daughter walked into the office with a little grin on her lips, nearly bouncing with every step. "mama! mama! i made a gift for daddy, come see!"

you didn't have much of a choice when she took your hand and all but dragged you out of the office and towards your bedroom.

you were already worried.

and your eyes went wide when you watched your little girl proudly hold up her father's bedazzled helm. she'd gone through the trouble of using black and pink gems.

"do you think papa will like it?" she asked you, staring up at you with those big, hopeful eyes of hers. oh, how could you say no?

"i'm sure he will, my little love."

"what will i like?"

you all but threw the helm over your shoulder to hide it, but instead opted to hide it behind your back before facing your husband with a little grin. "oh! nothing, my love. she, uh... well, your daughter made you a gift." you stressed the word, and your husband knew what you were saying.

be nice.

"did she, now?" he asked with an amused tone in his voice. "might i see it, then?"

your daughter giggled. "close your eyes!" she instructed.

you bit your lip when your husband did as he was told, and you reluctantly handed your daughter the helm that seemed to be heavier than she was, given by the way she almost toppled over whilst carrying it to him.

she held it up to him and grinned.

"open!"

the look on your husband's face was priceless, truly.

you couldn't quite decide if he was about to burst into tears or about to faint. but he schooled his expression and cleared his throat when he took his helm in his hands, feeling the bumps of the gems all over his eons-old symbol of office.

"do you like it?" she asked him, twiddling her thumbs. "it took me a really long time to make it... and i know you like black, so i had to ask auntie nuala for black gems so i could put them with the pink ones!" she explained. "pink are my favorites!"

you could tell your husband was trying to find his words, but given by the expression on his face, he also couldn't be mad at her.

he could never be mad at his darling little girl.

"it is a lovely gift, my little posy," he told her softly, using one of his hands to cup her little cheek and placing a kiss on her forehead. "thank you."

and your sweet girl was brimming with joy as she skipped out of the room with the intention of finding more things to bedazzle.

you watched her go before you turned to your husband and gave him a sheepish smile. "i'll fix it," you said, reaching for the helm just before your husband turned away from you, not allowing you to take the helm from him.

you lifted a brow at him, but he wasn't looking at you. he was still staring down at his bedazzled helm and rubbing his thumbs over the twinkling gems with a fond little smile.

"i can make another one," he told you, moving to place the helm on top of the dresser.

you shook your head fondly at your sweet dream, and laid a gentle kiss to his lips before you drew back and smiled at him. "come. let's go find our daughter before she decides to bedazzle the entire library."

PART II — OUTSIDE THE REALM

Dream of The Endless x Decay! Reader (I) (II)

Warnings: None, I think!

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Morpheus was growing anxious.

Outside the room, the King of Dreams and Nightmares was pacing, his hands behind his back as he tried to find something to distract himself with. You’d been in there for over an hour, and he had yet to hear a single noise from outside that door. It wasn’t until Nuala spoke that he stopped.

“My lord?” She called, her voice soft and gentle as she watched him with a frown on her face. “Are you alright?”

Before Morpheus could answer, you stepped out of the room, gently closing the door behind you.

All was silent— it was as if, for a moment, the very heart of The Dreaming grew still.

“I thank you for your kindness and your efforts, Lady Nuala,” you said softly, turning to the fairy with the kindest smile you could force yourself to muster. “She has gone in peace.” You assured her.

Nuala bowed her head, stammering for a moment. “Oh… Please, I… I should have done more, my lady. You must allow me to apologize—”

“Nonsense.” You were quick to interrupt, shaking your head and gently placing a hand on her shoulder. “You did what you could, Lady Nuala. You have my eternal gratitude, and I am forever indebted to you.”

The fairy gave a little nod, her eyes flicking from you to Morpheus before she cleared her throat. “My condolences, my lady Decay.”

She bowed her head before Morpheus and excused herself softly before stepping out of the hallway and down the stairs, allowing you and the Prince of Stories the space to speak freely.

Morpheus was tentative in the way he approached you, his hand hovering over your arm for a moment before he simply let it drop. “Are you alright?” He asked you, his voice gruff and low. His starry gray eyes never left you, knowing that despite holding yourself the way you did, you were grieving the loss of one of your dearest friends.

Wherever you went, the Teumessian Fox followed. One was scarcely seen without the other.

And now, here you stood before him. Alone.

And still smiling.

“I’m alright, Dream Lord,” you said softly, nodding your head before you exhaled, your expression changing slightly. “But… I fear I must ask you for your help.”

He held his arm out for you, and you wrapped your hands around his bicep and allowed him to walk you down the hall and to the one place in The Dreaming he knew you favored— the sunroom by the library.

There, he helped you take a seat on the sofa before he stood before you.

“The Teumessian Fox mentioned that The Wilderness was ill,” he said, his voice soft as he took a seat on a loveseat across from you, folding his arms with a small exhale. “Have you… any idea as to what the cause might be?”

You shook your head, a knot forming in your throat at the mere mention of your late friend. You had to turn away and clear your throat before you could answer.

“I… I fear I’ve no idea,” you said. “But whatever this malady is, it isn’t just affecting the creatures of The Wilderness…” You explained, avoiding his gaze as you fiddled with the acorns and pinecones hanging from the rope you tied around your waist. “I haven’t been at my full strength in some time. Had I… had I been at full strength, I would’ve been able to…”

The words died in your throat.

But you didn’t have to speak them, regardless— Morpheus knew what you’d been trying to convey.

Another moment of silence passed before you spoke again.

“What would you have me do, Dream?” You asked, lifting your head to meet his gaze, tears shining in your eyes.

He sat up a bit straighter then.

“I would find the Nosoi and speak to them, see what they make of this strange illness,” he told you, leaning forward to rest his arms against his thighs.

You bristled at the mention of the spirits of illness and disease— they did nothing but make your job harder, and the last thing you wished to do was to confront the children of sickness.

You were in no such mood.

Morpheus cleared his throat.

“Or perhaps… Diana might know of it?” He suggested. “Or Silvanus and Faunus?”

“Regardless of the matter, I’d have to travel to the mortal world to seek them…” You murmured anxiously, continuing to fiddle with the various objects that hung from your belt. “I’m not as well versed with mortals as you are, Lord Shaper. I… I am a friend of the wood and the animals, but humans…”

You looked up at him, a little frown on your lips.

“I would greatly benefit from your help in such affairs. I know you are busy, but…” You took a pause, your expression growing grim. “Something is happening to my domain, and it will continue to worsen unless I find the root cause of it.”

You rose to your feet, and sank to your knees before the King of Dreams and Nightmares, bowing your head.

“I beg you, my Lord Morpheus…” You said silently, closing your eyes as you took his hands in yours and squeezed. “I need your help.”

Morpheus tensed for a moment before his shoulders sagged, his expression softening as he held your hands in his and rose to his feet. “Rise, my (name),” he instructed you.

You obeyed, standing and lifting your head when he used his free hand to tip your head up by your chin.

“You need not kneel before me to ask for my help,” he said softly, his thumb gently brushing over your jaw. “You need only ask.”

You took a moment to allow his touch to soothe and ground you, a small exhale leaving your lips before you gave a nod of your head.

“Will you accompany me, Dream of The Endless?” You asked him, and he bowed his own head in response.

“Of course I will.”

Morpheus asked you to give him a moment so that he could set his affairs in order with his librarian and second-in-command, Lucienne, before he could leave for the waking world.

During that time, you met with Lady Nuala in the gardens. She sat knelt before a patch of flowers she’d been planting, strands of spun gold framing her face and beads of sweat trailing down her hairline.

You approached her from the side, standing by her side before you came to kneel by her side.

Even so, she refused to look at you. You took matters into your own hands by gently placing a hand on her cheek, tipping her head so she’d look at you. “Lady Nuala…” You told her.

“This wasn’t your doing,” you said softly, gently nudging your forehead against his. “You did what you could. I promise you that in the end, she was grateful.”

The fairy nodded her head, closing her eyes for a few moments before she exhaled shakily. “Thank you, my lady…” She said quietly before she opened her eyes and pulled back enough to look at you.

“I take it you’re leaving to visit the mortal realm,” she said.

“Word travels fast. Did Matthew tell you?” You asked, and Nuala smiled before she shook her head.

“You forget I know you, my lady (name),” she told you. “You need not tell me what is in your mind. I know it.”

You smiled at her.

She was right, of course. Other than Morpheus, Nuala of The Fairie was another of your oldest friends. She knew you better than anybody.

“You must allow me to come with you.” She all but pleaded with you, taking your hands in hers and giving them a squeeze. “I may not know much of the mortal realm, but I’d much rather you not travel alone.”

“I won’t be alone,” you told her, brushing your thumbs over her knuckles before bringing both her hands up to kiss the back of each one. “Lord Morpheus has agreed to come with me, to aid me in my travels.”

Nuala exhaled, her shoulders falling with relief, and something else. “Oh… good, that’s— that’s good…”

A small giggle left your lips, and you reached up to brush some of her golden hair behind her pointed ear. “I know you wish to come with me, my darling Nuala,” you said softly. “But you are needed here. Lucienne needs you, and the mortal realm is far too dangerous.”

“I know…” She breathed softly. “But—“

“No, Nuala. That’s final.”

She exhaled, and gave a little nod of her head. “Very well. Just… please, (name), promise me you’ll be careful,” she said, staring up at you with those big green eyes of hers.

You placed a kiss upon her forehead to soothe her woeful expression, and nodded in agreement. “I will. I swear it.”

Just as you and Nuala said your goodbyes, Morpheus appeared, extending his hand toward you where you knelt by the flower patch.

“Lady (name), we must go,” he said, giving Nuala a nod before he pulled you to your feet.

You thanked him and dusted the excess dirt off your skirt, lifting your head to face Morpheus properly. “Lead the way, Lord Shaper,” you told him, trailing a step behind him as he guided you beyond the gates of horn and ivory.

There was no portal this time. You simply closed your eyes before he told you to, feeling the sand whip around you and transporting you away from The Dreaming…

…and into the mortal realm.

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the everyday lives of the prince of stories, his wife, and his daughter are far simpler than one would think.

it starts with breakfast in the morning. whilst dream of the endless doesn’t have to eat, it doesn’t mean he won’t enjoy some of his wife’s cooking. besides, when else will he be able to chuckle when your daughter decides to ask you to make dog-shaped pancakes when she’s fully aware of how they turned out last time?

not even the king of dreams and nightmares could manage such a terrifying feat.

after breakfast, dream would kiss you and his daughter goodbye before going off to do his daily duties, whilst you and your sweet girl greeted every single creature in the realm— from lady nuala and mervyn in the fields of fiddler’s green, to cain and abel and goldie in the houses of mystery and secrets respectively.

you’d return by lunchtime, since the princess of the dreaming often got distracted picking flowers for all her friends upon her return.

your family would enjoy a lunch prepared by taramis in the gardens, and then it was naptime.

despite your many responsibilities, you and your husband adored naptime with your daughter. she’d sprawl over his chest and snore like nobody’s business. unfortunately for you, your husband was no different.

you’d wake up near the edge of the bed with your husband just as sprawled out on the bed as his daughter.

by the time the afternoon rolled around, your husband would sit with his daughter and explain some of his duties and responsibilities to her— duties and responsibilities that she’d have to learn by the time she grew up.

after all, she was the princess of the dreaming. she was next in line for his throne.

and she was a smart girl. she held on to every word, staring up at her papa with starry eyes that made dream of the endless melt.

the rest of the day was spent playing games and spending time with your daughter before dinner. after dinner and a bath, she was down for the count.

and you and your husband got to enjoy some time alone together.

tomorrow would be a new day with new adventures, because for this family, no one day was the same.

— now, regarding the princess’s favorite…

if you ask the princess of the dreaming, she’ll tell you she doesn’t have a favorite, and she’d mean it with her full chest.

the dreaming is so full of love for her, as are the endless. everybody loves her, everybody brings her gifts, and showers her in endless kisses. how could she ever have a favorite?

personally, at least, i don’t think she’d have a favorite. she’s surrounded by all different manner of person and creature, all with different functions and different purposes, and different ways of showing her their affection.

in the way you and your husband cradle her between you and kiss her little face until she’s red-faced and out of breath from giggling, in the way lady nuala sat with her in the gardens because your daughter asked to have a tea party. in the way lucienne holds her hand so she can explore the library, hanging on to lucienne’s every word.

in the way she’ll lounge in the sunroom and sleep with matthew, stroking his feathers so he can rest his wings. or maybe in the way mervyn and gault play hide and seek with her upon request.

even the corinthian will enjoy a cone of ice cream with his creator’s biological creation every once in a while, and carry her all over the place.

and that’s just within the realm of the dreaming. when it comes to the endless, not much changes.

they adore spoiling their little niece.

delirium will bring her books and read her her own favorites, whether it be alice in wonderland or narnia. desire and despair will shower her in gifts, and will cuddle or cause mischief for her father. destiny will have her sit with him so he can tell her stories of the past and his hopes for the future.

death will take her niece with her to the waking world and allow her to explore with her, walking hand in hand along the streets. and destruction will chase her about after she playfully nabs his sword, weaving and bobbing about his house until he finds her giggling up on an olive tree.