Obsessed With AO3 Writers, Who Are A Particularly Fascinating Subspecies Of Homo Sapien.

Eddie Munson loves to let you borrow his things, whether you ask for them or not.

At first it’s simple and sweet. You need a pen? He’s got you covered. Sun’s in your eyes? Well, now his sunglasses are on your face. Stepped in something wet with your socks on? He’s practically sprinting to his bedroom to get you a fresh (and hopefully clean) pair, regardless of whether or not they’ll fit you bc he’s just that eager.

Somehow it escalates from there. Quickly, it becomes rare that you ever find yourself leaving his company without something of his. It’s constant throughout your relationship, and it’s one of the things that made you fall in love with him so damn quickly.

Sometimes he’s really sneaky with it– tucks a few of his hair ties or some chapstick in your coat pocket, strings one of his rings onto your necklace chain when you’ve taken it off to sleep, or even brings a mug from his house to yours and puts it oh-so-innocently in your kitchen cupboard when you’re not looking.

Other times it’s right in front of your eyes. You’ll be mid-conversation when he decides you need one of his pins on your shirt, that his bracelet will go perfectly with your outfit today, or that his bandana needs to be in your back pocket for whatever reason. He doesn’t miss a beat as he continues to go on with whatever you’re chatting about, but you can see the proud little sparkle in his puppy eyes when he steps back to admire his work.

You’ve asked Eddie about it exactly once, way back when you first got together.

He’s still standing so close that when he laughs you can feel his breath, almost cool against your ever-warming cheek as he attaches one of his pins to your shirt. It must catch him off guard when you voice your curiosity because the fingers, that have been absentmindedly smoothing down the fabric of your collar, falter in their movements.

And he begins to look almost… sheepish.

His head tilts down in an attempt to hide behind his curls, eyes wide and pupils so huge you’re put into a trance. Silly boy says, softer than you’ve ever heard his voice, that it’s so you won’t forget.

Forget about him.

The only thing you can think to do in that moment is kiss him.

So you do. Again, and again, and again, as you try to find a way to assure to him that there’s is no way in hell you’d ever be able to forget the love of your whole life.

Even if he wasn’t leaving little pieces of himself behind to remind you.

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STRANGER THINGS NSFW AUDIOS !!

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 3k celebration edition !! ࿐ྂ

-> first of all, thank you so much for 3k! I’m very grateful and I love u all. these are nsfw audios I found that sound similar to the stranger things characters.

-> this list will be updated if i find more + let me know if you have any that i can add ! (can be any character of age)

includes: steve harrington, eddie munson, jonathan byers, billy hargrove, 001/peter ballard

warning: these are links to nsfw audios! (twitter + youtube)

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Eddie cuddling with reader his best friend (they're both secretly in love with each other) she's falling asleep snuggled into him and in her sleep she says mumbles I love you eddie and eddie is just about it melt 😍

omg this is so cute tysm for requesting

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You yawned, playing with the rings on Eddie's fingers as your eyes began to fall closed. Eddie was in awe of you, his best friend of twelve years, as you fell asleep against his chest, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks as you struggled to keep awake. You were so beautiful, so perfect, and he was utterly, heads over heels in love with you.

He kissed your head and stroked your fingers with his thumb. "You can go to sleep, Bubs," he murmured into your hair. "You don't have to stay awake for me."

You hummed, squirming a little before nestling into the hollow of his chest. You let your eyes fall shut and exhaled softly. "I love you, Eddie," you mumbled, too tired to filter yourself.

Eddie inhaled sharply, eyes widening. He sighed and pressed another kiss to your head. "I love you too, (Y/N)."

Here's a daydream I've had if it helps the brain work

Morpheus and his wife(who's fae) are captured together but under the advice of the Corinthian robert separates them and give morpheus wife to he's friend binding her in a way similar to how Calliope was kept the man who took her and she gets pass down by each generation as a fae that brings good fortune and wealth and when morpheus escapes he comes and finds her with some of that protective and possessiveness. Not a request but and idea I've been dieing to share

Okay okay I was just gonna comment a bit but this somehow turned into full-blown headcanons so yeah I guess it did get the brain working🤣 Thanks for sharing your daydream anon! Here are a few thoughts it gave me:

Warning: mentions of blood and being held captive, overall angst

The magic drains you of power as well when you are captured, but you still struggle to curl around Morpheus when Roderick pulls the cape off him. Trying to cover as much of his naked body as you can, protect him from all the cruel stares

In his weakened state, Morpheus tries to hold onto you while Roderick's men take you away from him. But he doesn't have the strength to stand, let alone stop them from lifting you out of the binding circle and taking you God knows where

Years later, when Jessamy comes to rescue him, he knows there's no way she could break the glass around him. He opens his mouth to speak for the first time in years, and the first thing he wants to tell his raven is to go and find you, see if there is any way that she could free you (because he's sure you're still imprisoned, otherwise you wouldn't have thought twice before coming back for your husband)

But before he can say anything to Jessamy, there's a gunshot and a splash of blood

And now his loss is double

A terrible thought begins to haunt him, than you might have had the same fate. He knows the humans would rather keep you for their own gain than kill you, but he also knows how irrational and cruel they can be. What if...?

He can't allow himself to think of it. Standing still and silent in a glass cage for over a decade is torture enough. Imagining you meeting the same end as Jessamy would drive him to despair

When Morpheus finally, finally escapes, the first thing he does in Alex's dream is demand to know where they took you. Once he has the answer and condemns Alex to an eternal nightmare, he wills himself into your "owner's" mansion

He barely has the strength to punish those who hurt you, but of course he doesn't show it. He's every bit as terrifying to them, if not more so than he was with Alex (I mean we know what he was like with Madoc, no one gets to hurt his lover without suffering the consequences)

When he gets to you, you're not even conscious. You rarely are these days, after having your energy constantly drained for the past century so others could thrive

It's the most horrible sight Morpheus has seen since Jessamy's mangled body - his wife, his queen, his love, barely breathing on some filthy basement floor. After a hundred years without you, after a hundred years without anyone, he yearns to wrap you in his arms. But you look so frail, he barely dares to brush his fingers over your cheek

He uses the last of his strength to bring you both back to the Dreaming. Being transported to another plane is what makes you open your eyes

In your years of captivity, there had been so many moments of pure exhaustion where you could have sworn you heard your husband's deep voice, that you were waking up to his tender touch and the soft sheets of the bed you shared, back in your palace - always a beautiful, cruel illusion

So, when you see him again, you don't even believe it. He's finally with you after all this time, and you're looking at him like he's some kind of ghost conjured up by your broken mind

Lucienne is there, too, her eyes brimming with tears as she offers to help her King and Queen stand

But Morpheus refuses to move. He lies there on the ground with you, holding your face in his hands and murmuring to you over and over again that it is over and he is real and that you are home

And you finally realize this is not the perfect dream your mind usually creates to escape your tragic reality. There is no warmth, no royal bed. The Morpheus before you... his eyes are tired, drained, and there's dirt clinging to his alabaster skin, the dirt you had both unceremoniously landed in

It is real. It is home.

The moment that sinks in, you're pulling him to you with desperate arms, sobbing both your relief and a century of despair into his chest

And he finally gets to hold you to him so tightly, no mere human would be able to breathe were they in your shoes

He rarely shows such emotion towards you in the presence of others, but Lucienne is his most trusted subject

And truth be told, in this moment, his entire realm could be watching and he wouldn't deny you his embrace

Each one of your tears burns him

And he swears right then and there that he will never allow you to get hurt again

Do I need more angst in my life? No. Am I loving the fictional angst? Yesssss

Can't guarantee I'll elaborate so much on each one but Morpheus thoughts are welcome in my inbox!

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Eddie Munson x Henderson! reader Pt. 2

Summary: Eddie’s been waiting all day just to see Dustin’s sister again and now hellfire has run 30 minutes late.

Warnings: fem! Reader, cursing, fluff, broken walkmans, Dustin’s dead cat is mentioned, two idiots in love, no spoilers

A/N: here’s a part two for everyone who’s been patiently waiting. I didn’t realize y’all would like the first one so much😭 much love.

2.3k words

They’re running half an hour late. Eddie swears he’s tried to wrap up this campaign for the entirety of that half hour, but it’s gotten him nowhere.

“I think that’s a perfect place to leave off.” turned into “guys, we’re running late. No, I’m not late for anything. I’m just a very on schedule man, okay?” turned into “This is where we leave off! I refuse to DM any later then this very late hour of 6:30pm. Clean up your messes. Yes Gareth, I know where we’ve left off, thank you.”

So, much to the boys dismay, they clean up their messes and shove papers and dice into their binders. Not without Dustin grumbling about how they usually play well into 8 o’clock. His sister can wait another half hour. Come on!

They’re still shuffling to get everything picked up and put away when they hear a soft knocking at the door. Eddie flinches out of his skin. Gareth, who’s right next to him, looks at him startled. Who is that? There’s no one else it could be but her, all the teachers are gone and the janitor left 15 minutes ago. Oh my god, the room is still a mess. What is he going to do? His thoughts are cut off by Mike quickly opening the door-

Jesus Christ it’s just Jeff. Eddie completely forgot that he left to use the bathroom 5 minutes ago. He lets out a big breath of air in relief, slumping forward to grab the chair In front of him, and closing his eyes that are now hidden by his messy hair. He’s gotta fix that before he sees her.

Everyone’s staring at Eddie, and Jeff is paused in the doorway, hesitant to walk into the room after such a reaction from his dungeon master. What did he do?

“What.. what did I do?”

“Nothing Jeff,” Eddie waves him into the room, “we’re just cleaning up, cmon.”

He walks into the room, but not without looking at each of his party members confusedly. His gaze sticks a little longer on Gareth who’s now on the verge of tears from laughing at Eddie. Can someone tell him what’s going on?

“Did you think that was her?” Gareth manages to gasp out, he’s weak in his seat holding his stomach and wiping tears away from his lash line. His mind keeps replaying the way Eddie flinched at the thought of her seeing the room in this.. state.

Eddie promptly ignores him. He can’t get worked up right now. He’s gotta play it cool for her and he can’t do that if he’s worked up over his own party teasing him.

At the way Eddie ignores his question, Gareth is sucked into a new laughing fit so hard he fears he might start gagging. Jeff puts his hand on Gareth’s back, slowly rubbing up and down, hoping that the giggles will stop. He thinks it’s kinda.. cute.. of Eddie to be so head over heals for a girl.

“Yeah, yeah, so funny.” Eddie draws out “We’ll see who’s laughing when I’m the only one in this room with a girlfriend.”

“But.. me and Mike have girlfriends?” Dustin’s confusion has taken him so far aback, he hasn’t even realized that Eddie just said his sister was going to be his girlfriend.

That makes Eddie smile down at his DM folder he’s neatly packing up. Why does that make him smile? “Oh yeah, sure.” He lifts his eyes to Dustin’s “Except mine won’t conveniently live in another state, making it impossible for their friends to meet them.”

“Her name is Suzie, and she lives in Utah!”

“And shes hotter then Phoebe Cates?” Eddie’s hand is on his hip now.

“Yes! And she’s like really smart. She can hack into-”

Eddie shakes his head in amusement “Hey, can’t be hotter then your sister.”

Dustin gapes at him. What did Eddie just say? Mike has both hands over his mouth desperately trying not to laugh.

“You know what?” Dustin turns on his heel offended, and walks out the club door, not even waiting for Mike to catch up.

“Shit,” Eddie scrambles for his stuff. Before he leaves the room he runs his hands trough his hair, using a prop mirror to push his bangs into place, and smooths down his shirt. He will not have a remake of lunch.

He’s practically tripping over his feet to keep up with Dustin, who’s setting an imposible pace trying lose Eddie. He’s yelling apologies through the hall “I was joking! Kid! It as a joke, im sorry!” He doesn’t sound sorry though, he sounds like he’s about to bust out laughing.

When they push through those large high school doors, she’s the only in the big empty parking lot. She’s sitting on the hood of her car messing with something in her hands, while Sweet Leaf plays loudly in her car. Sweet Leaf. My God, he’s in love.

She hears the doors open and snaps her head up like she’s been expectantly waiting for something. Or someone.

She’s not wearing her cheer uniform anymore, just a large Back to The Future tee shirt Robin bought her and Steve as an inside joke (she’s been using it as a sleep shirt, but she was in a rush to get to Dustin), and denim shorts. Her hair looks like it’s in the process of drying. Did she take a shower? Also why does he suddenly have the urge to see her in his own shirt?

The “Dusty!” she yells out is wobbly like she’s holding something in, and he can hear the upset laced through it. He thinks he must’ve heard her wrong. That is until he sees her watery eyes and furrowed brows, and realizes he didn’t at all.

Dustin immediately thinks the worst, rushing over to her. They didn’t kill all the demodogs? Russians are back in Hawkins? No it’s not that, she’s handing him something. What is she handing him? Her.. walkman?

Even though she scared the shit out of him, he try’s not to get upset with her. Her Walkman was a gift from Steve and she treats it like it’s the most precious thing in the world, she’s never let him touch it either. Is it broken?

“You scared the shit outta me.” He breathes out, winded from running through the parking lot.

She looks genuinely sorry. “I’m sorry dusty,” She’s had that tight feeling in her throat since 5:30 when she got out the shower and saw her mothers cat treating her most beloved Walkman like a cat toy. The talking gives into her tight throat and she lets out a quiet sob. Oh, Eddie’s heart just broke a little. She sticks her Walkman in Dustin’s hands, “look.”

“Why are you handing me this?”

“Click play.”

“Oh.”

Her Walkman won’t play when he clicks the button.

“And! My Master of Reality cassette is stuck in there!”

Dustin frowns, “You love that cassette.”

“It’s my favorite one!” She sobs, dropping her head into her hands. She doesn’t fight the crying anymore. Only, she’s being so quiet that the only reason Eddie can tell she’s crying is because of how hard her shoulders are shaking. He wants to hug her so bad. So bad.

Dustin fiddles with it for a moment, bringing it up to his eye to look at it closer, before looking up at her and asking “what happened?”

She treats this thing like gold, she couldn’t have been the one to do this.

“Tews, that stupid fucker. I came into my room and he was tossing it around like it was a play toy. I thought maybe you could fix it”

Dustin’s just trying to distract her enough to quiet her sobs, he really doesn’t know if he can fix this, but worst case scenario he’d ask Steve if he would buy her a new one. And he would! Matter of fact, if Steve knew that this one was broken right now he’d insist on buying her a new one instead of Dustin fixing it himself.

“I hate that new cat,” another choked sob “I miss mews so much” now Dustin doesn’t know if she’s still crying about her Walkman or if she’s accidentally made herself start crying over their dead cat. That poor mangled cat.

Eddie thinks he hears her whisper out “so mangled” and wonders what the hell happened to their last cat. I mean mangled?

“I know, I know” he’s still fiddling with it. She looks like she wants to object when he starts softly hitting it, but she doesn’t.

“I liked Dart more than I like Tews. Dart’s face opens up, he’s a carnivore, and Tews is somehow still meaner!” She sniffles a little while Dustin nods, too engrossed with trying to see what’s wrong with the Walkman. “What was the candy you gave Dart down there??” down where? Eddie’s so confused. “Was it a.. Nougat?” Dustin nods again.

“Nougat! I’m gonna go back down there with a Nougat and bribe dart to come back up and kill Tews the way he killed Mews”

What? Okay. Now they’ve really lost Eddie. He looks over at Mike, expecting his confusion to be mirrored on the younger boys face. Why does Mike look like he understands what they’re talking about? What the hell?

Dustin let’s out a strangled laugh like he’s startled and pats her knee, “I think I’ll be able to fix it.”

She gasps, wiping the tears off her face harshly, “really?”

Dustin nods, “I might even be able to save Master of Reality.”

She hops of the car quickly and throws her arms around him ecstatic. Eddie hears a quiet chant of thank you’s. He could laugh at how quickly her mood changed. Like a mood ring in a warm fist he thinks. When she pulls away she remembers her promise of dinner and says “you guys are getting extra fries tonight.”

The excitement that bursts from the two youngest boys has her in wet laughs. She turns to Eddie and swears she has a heart attack when she realizes that he’s there too. When did he get there? Did he see her crying? Oh Christ she’s mortified.

“You can come too, if you want I mean. You don’t have to come if you don’t want-“

The boys excitement dies down quickly. Well, Dustin’s does. Mike still has a grin on his face. Before Dustin can object, Eddie rushes out “I want to come! I’ll come, if you want me to?”

“I want you to come.. if you want to come.”

A loud laugh bubbles out of him, startling her into a nervous laugh. They’re just repeating the same thing over and over. “Yeah, I want to come. But my car-“ he points behind him dramatically, smiling at her “is alllll the way back there. Do you wanna meet there?”

Her words mix and muddle with Dustin’s, as he says “no” and she says “yes” at the same time, but he wasn’t listening to Dustin. He was listening to her.

“Ok! Cool! So I’ll just-“ he makes to walk towards his car.

“We haven’t told you where we are eating yet?”

“Oh-“ he laughs a little, looking away to cover up his bright cheeks, just in case the dark of this cold fall night doesn’t. That’s actually a really good excuse. His face is just really.. really cold right now? Jesus Christ. “What- where are we gonna eat?”

She turns and gives an expectant look to where her brother just was, but he’s.. gone? She spins a full 360 looking for him and quickly realizes that he’s sitting in the dark car with Mike. He just really couldn’t stand to watch them stumble around each other any longer.

She lets out a breath of a laugh, and Eddie can see it in the cold air. “Jesus. he’s- he’s something.”

She walks up to the window and crouches so she can motion for him to roll the window down. When he does he looks severely unimpressed, arms crossed and looking cross himself. “What d’you and Mike want for dinner, Spock?”

He rolls his eyes at her teasing and says “You seem very in the mood for Enzo’s”

“Har har, very funny. What do you want for dinner Mike?”

“The diner on curly?”

“Perfect, thank you.”

She gets up and walks back to Eddie, feeling more prepared. “We’re gonna go to the diner on curly, do you know where that is?”

He nods, “I’ll see you there, pretty”

He didn’t mean to say that. He really didn’t mean to say that. Oh my god. What’s wrong with him? It wasn’t him being smooth, it was him having no filter! I need to buy a filter he thinks.

Meanwhile, her heart soars. He thinks I’m pretty?? She smiles so hard, so quickly, she turns her entire head away to look behind her.

He was hurriedly looking for any emotion he could find on her face, but when he sees her look away to hide that ever growing smile, he feels sweet relief. Suddenly he’s bursting with pride. Maybe he is smooth.

He’s smiling wide when she turns her head back to look at him, and she feels she needs to look away again just to escape his pretty smile.

“Yeah, I’ll see you there, Eddie.” She can’t even say it to his face, his attractiveness is blinding her.

He watches her quickly turn towards her car and climb in, before turning towards his own car himself. The smile never leaves his face.

He really needs to ask that girl out on a proper date.

Who wants a pt 3?

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How to ruin a Dream Lord's proposal (and get away with it) (Morpheus x Reader)

Pairing: Morpheus x gender neutral!reader

Summary: Matthew finds out Morpheus plans to propose to you... on your first date. Given what happened to the last poor soul who said no when Dream popped the big question, Matthew and the others are understandably concerned for you. Because there's no way you'd wanna marry a guy you haven't even started dating yet, right?

Right??

Warnings: Morpheus is a menace when it comes to relationships (just ask Nada), reader is out of their goddamn mind, what Matthew has seen cannot be unseen (I'm being an idiot but you're safe guys, the only real warning is some suggestive stuff towards the end)

Word count: ~3K

A/n: This fic is kind of a sequel to these headcanons but makes sense on its own. It's also just an excuse for me to have a little fun with these characters, so please don't take it too seriously😅

Thank you @thegreatestsandwich and @layla2-49 for inspiring this crazy idea😘

***

"Guys, we have a bit of an emergency," Matthew announced, flying into the library and settling on the cluttered table. The conversation between Lucienne and Mervyn halted.

"What happened?" the librarian frowned. "Is something wrong?"

"Yes and no. Depends. Well…"

"Well, get on with it," Mervyn crossed his arms when Matthew couldn't seem to articulate whatever had him so on edge. "Whatever it is, I'm sure Loosh can fix it."

"...yeah, not this one," Matthew said. "The boss is gonna take y/n to Fiddler's Green today and - caw! - he's gonna propose."

"Oh, dear," Lucienne sighed, putting down the book she was holding. Mervyn, on the other hand, shrugged.

"So? Good for him, they've been courting forever."

"No, they haven't," Matthew's voice rose in pitch. "Y/n doesn't even know he's in love with them!"

"Really? 'Cause they seem awfully close to me."

"Yes, but his Lordship has yet to make the full extent of his feelings known," Lucienne explained. She turned to Matthew, giving him a pointed look from behind her glasses. "He's changed considerably these past few years. I don't think y/n will end up being another Nada, but if they refuse, they should at least be warned to do it… gently."

"If? Of course they'll refuse!" Matthew burst out. "Who in their right mind would say yes to that on a first fucking-?"

"Say yes to what?"

Another caw! shot out of Matthew when he realized that shit, you were behind him. Probably having just fallen asleep and dreamed your way to the library, as you often did.

"H-Hi! Um, we were just… wow," he lost his trail of thought as he turned around as saw you. "You sure went to sleep in fancy wear tonight."

Usually, you ended up wearing the same clothes in your dreams as you did when you went to bed - at least since Morpheus had started allowing you to be lucid and visit his palace, rather than constantly drift in and out of random fantastic scenarios. So you'd gotten used to falling asleep in something a bit more street-appropriate than pyjamas. But tonight… yes, your bedtime routine had looked like getting ready for a night out rather than just going to sleep.

You felt a little bashful about it now that you were standing like that in front of Matthew, Lucienne and Mervyn.

"Actually, um… Lord Morpheus invited me to join him in Fiddler's Green tonight. And he was quite… formal about it, so… I don't know, I'm probably getting ahead of myself, but I'm pretty sure it's a date," you finished with a breathy chuckle, still unable to wrap your mind around the foreign idea. To be honest, you'd been a little fuzzy in the head ever since the Lord of Dreams had so gracefully extended the invitation, with a kind of rare eagerness dancing in his eyes that made you weak in the knees.

Your enthusiasm somewhat wavered, though, when you realized everyone was too busy staring at you uncomfortably to actually say something.

"Why are you all looking at me like that?" Self-conscious all of a sudden, you threw a glance downward at yourself. "Is it too much? Is it too little? Shit, it's too little, isn't it? I mean, he's the King of Dreams, I should have dressed for a royal ball or something-"

"No! No, y/n, you…" Lucienne finally spoke. She moved a bit closer to you, her tense expression allowing for a warm smile. "You look gorgeous, dear. We're only a little concerned that… You see, his Lordship can get a little carried away when it comes to such matters. We thought it best to prepare you in case he might be a bit too… forward in his declarations."

"Forward as in…?"

"He's gonna ask you to marry him," Matthew blurted out.

You blinked at him. Slowly.

"... what? How-how do you…? Did he say that?"

"Yeah."

"Are you sure?" you insisted.

"Word for word."

Your mind kind of just… took a quick sabbatical.

"I know, it's nuts," Matthew went on over your stunned silence. "I mean, you'd think he'd know better than to pop the big question on the first date, but you know what he's like. We couldn't just let you get blind-sided like that, especially 'cause… well, he doesn't take rejection too well. I mean, I know you have feelings for him and all that, but you still gotta be careful how you break it to him that you're not ready for all that other stuff just yet- Hey, where you going? Y/n?"

He didn't get an answer, because you'd already turned on your heel and were rushing out of the library. Not long after, the door slammed shut behind you.

Lucienne sighed sympathetically. "Poor thing. You could have been a bit more gentle delivering the news, Matthew."

If he still had nails, Matthew would have been biting them nervously. "Guys… you don't think they ran away for good, do you?"

"Don't just stand there, fly after them and get them to come back!" Mervyn snapped. "You think his Lordship is in a foul mood when he gets rejected? Wait till he gets stood up."

And you're the one responsible for it.

The terrifying thought was enough for Matthew to spread his wings and shoot off the table to find you.

***

Distances were tricky in the Dreaming. It seemed that the more eager you were to reach a certain place, the closer it felt - or was. There wasn't much difference between the two in dreams.

So, it didn't exactly surprise Matthew that when he found you, you were already where you wanted to be. What did make him raise a non-existent eyebrow, though, was the fact that that place was Fiddler's Green.

Aka where Lord Morpheus was currently sprinkling sand on the field, ensuring that even more of the wonderfully-scented flowers bloomed in its wake as he awaited your arrival. While sunlight had been pouring into the library through the high, stained-glass windows, Fiddler's Green was bathed in the silver glow of a starlit sky. The Dream Lord sure wasn't sparing any efforts to set the scene.

Too bad you were about to burst his bubble, judging by the rigid look on your face as you walked up to him.

"My Lord."

"Oh, shit," Matthew muttered under his breath as he landed on a nearby tree branch, praying to God that the leaves would be enough to shield him from his boss's sight.

Not that Morpheus was prone to notice, at the moment. All his attention was drawn to you, a hint of pleasant surprise at the corner of his lips.

"Y/n. I wasn't expecting you so early-"

"I know why you asked me to come here," you cut him off curtly.

Matthew could practically hear the sound of a scratching record as Morpheus's expression turned rigid.

"Do you now?"

"Yeah. Matthew told me."

"And just what exactly did he tell you?"

Matthew gulped at the tick in his boss's jaw. And the icy tone of voice that basically guaranteed he was in deep shit, of course.

"That you're gonna ask me to marry you. Is that true?"

For crying out loud, you sounded like you were interrogating him. As terrified as he was, Matthew braced himself for the possibility that he might have to swoop in and fall on the sword of Dream's wrath himself, should things take a turn for the worse.

It clearly took some effort for Morpheus to contain his rising anger. But, it was thankfully not directed at you, and he managed a carefully contained tone of voice.

"It was not his place to mention that, but yes. It was my intention. It is," he added a bit more softly.

For a moment, you were silent, your eyes dropping to your hands.

"He also said you're batshit crazy for doing it before we've even… you know. Dated," you went on. There was a slight waver in your voice now, probably the reason why you were more quiet than before. "Well, he didn't say it but I could tell he was thinking it."

Welp, Matthew thought. That should get him a one way ticket to the Darkness, alright.

"And, I mean, he's not wrong," you went on, raising your gaze back to Morpheus with a small scoff. "That's so… impulsive and forward and just... inappropriate, if I'm being honest. At least by human standards in this day and age."

Damn. Had you been in a duel like the one Matthew had witnessed between Dream and Lucifer, that would have been the killing blow. Not that Morpheus showed it. It wasn't hurt in his eyes as he fixed you with an unwavering stare - it was simply hard and unreadable, betraying nothing except perhaps a sense of indignation.

"I see," he rasped out. "Then I suppose I should take my leave of you before I cause you any more distress."

That was... sad, but better than what Matthew had been worried about. Morpheus was about to pass you by in long, angry strides when you rushed to stand in his way.

"No, you don't get to just put me in a position like that and leave." His annoyance was palpable, but he reluctantly stopped. "I mean… do you realize what I'm dealing with right now? Because you went and told Matthew before me, I know exactly how you feel on the subject. And now that I do, I have to do this crazy, nerve-wrecking thing that makes me wanna pass out just thinking about it. Because…"

You took a step towards him. Reached for his hand, but changed your mind last minute with a slight shake of your head. Then took a calming breath and looked up into his eyes, which were now watching you with a spark of curiosity that was almost enough to melt the ice, your voice barely above a murmur as a nervous smile kept threatening to tug at your lips.

"... how can I possibly not take this opportunity to be able to say that I, y/n y/l/n, a mere human… asked the Dream of the Endless himself to marry me… and he said yes?"

CAW!

(Or, in translation from bird speak, what the actual fu-!)

Matthew nearly fell off the branch. The screeching sound had just escaped his throat of its own accord.

At this point, he couldn't even give a feather that you had flinched and were now glaring up at the source of the noise, clearly having found him out.

Morpheus, on the other hand, barely batted an eye. You were the sole object of his attention as he invaded your space in one, painfully slow step. Your eyes were drawn back to his, so close you could practically drown in the endless depths of his blue irises. His voice was deeper than you'd ever heard it, and as cruelly soft as the paws of a cat playing with its prey.

"And you, y/n y/l/n, a 'mere human'," he articulated each word slowly, meticulously, "would dare ask one such as I to wed you…"

The very air held its breath.

"...without a ring?"

If Matthew had a nickel for every time a marriage proposal nearly plot twisted him into a heart attack, he'd have two nickels. Which wasn't much, but it was weird it happened twice. In a row.

As for you - God, you felt like pouncing on Morpheus and melting into a puddle at the same time. You somehow managed to contain all that into a thoughtful little smile.

"Well…"

It was a long shot, but you wouldn't back out now for the world. Slowly, still holding his gaze, you reached inside the pocket of his coat with fingers that, to your surprise, were only lightly trembling. Shit, it might be in another one. Or not there at all. Maybe he planned on conjuring it out of thin air for the effect. It would be so easy to make a fool of yourself now-

There.

You found an object with what felt like corners and edges, and retrieved it from his pocket. It was only then that you looked away from Morpheus, and down at what you were now holding in your hands. Your heart threatened to dive out of your chest and straight into the little black box as you carefully opened it.

The one thing around you more beautiful than the ring inside was Morpheus himself. The jewel was discreet and elegant, a silver band with a small but gorgeous ruby. Apparently, he'd never lost his taste for that particular gem. The light reflected off its facets with an ethereal glow, and you just knew there was some magic tethered to it. A part of Morpheus himself.

What was it doing in your hands again? Oh-

"Found one."

It was far too breathless for the playful quip you intended it to be, but it earned you a cheeky lift in the corner of Morpheus's lips just the same.

"You stole one."

"You let me."

"Well, are you going to use it?" he challenged.

And you weren't one to back down, no matter how furiously your heart was rattling in your chest. But you were more than willing to get down.

On one knee.

"Dream of the Endless, King of-"

He was on you like a lion before your knee even fully touched the ground. You yelped as you fell flat on your back into the soft grass below, his hands seizing your face and his lips coming down upon yours as he pinned you beneath him. His slender figure was hard and deliciously unyielding against yours, thinly veiled hunger fueling his ardent kiss. It was a miracle your fingers somehow remained clenched around the precious ring box while you threw your arms around his neck to pull him closer, dizzy with the taste of his tongue mapping your mouth. Only when he was satisfied he had learned every inch of it as well as he knew his own palace did he release your lips.

"A ruler does not kneel in their own realm," he informed you with a satiated smirk.

He had to call you that, didn't he? As if your breath hadn't completely left you already.

"Not even to my king?" you managed to ask dreamily. Morpheus leaned into your ear.

"Only in the intimacy of our chambers."

You trembled as he gave your earlobe a gentle bite.

"S-so… should I take that as a-"

"Yes," he finally declared, pulling back to look straight into your eyes as he did. "If you'll have me."

You grinned. "That's all I want."

And you were kissing again, through your joyous laughter and that rare smile of his you felt against your lips. There was still the ring in your hand, but you simply couldn't be bothered to figure out who should put it on whose finger at this point. You let it drop as gently as you could manage to the ground, then finally got to tangle your fingers in Morpheus's pitch black hair like you've been dying to for ages. His mouth left yours to draw a sensuous trail down your jaw, kissing his way down to your neck-

…and you remembered you probably weren't alone.

"You can stop spying now, Matthew," you called out to the trees.

In poor Matthew's defence, it wasn't like he wanted to keep watching. The turn of events had just kind of… broken his mind a little, and he needed a bit of time to figure out how to rub his temples without thumbs. He hadn't recovered quite enough to trust his wings to function yet.

Morpheus begrudgingly broke away from your neck enough to raise his voice, "Unless you'd like a preview of the wedding night."

The sound of rustling leaves where Matthew shot past them followed so fast.

Still, your eyes snapped to your now-fiancee in shock.

"Morpheus! What happened to the 'intimacy of our chambers'?"

"He deserved to squirm a little. He messed with my proposal." He pretended to ponder something. "In fact, so did you."

"So? You gonna make me squirm, too?"

"Far worse than that."

Thankfully, Matthew was much too far up to hear the sounds that followed.

"I don't get paid enough for this," he muttered to himself. "I don't get paid at all."

"At least you get to fly away," the disembodied voice of Fiddler's Green grumbled on a breeze.

And fly away Matthew did. Far, far away.

***

*Cue post-credits scene*

"... and then y/n asked him to marry them!"

Lucienne nearly dropped the book she was holding. Meanwhile, Mervyn slapped his knee in disappointment.

"Ugh, I told you we should have gone with him, Loosh. Now I'll never get to see the look on boss's face."

"It's none of our business, Merv," she said, regaining her composure like the disciplined librarian she was. She stood from the table to put a few books back on the shelf. "I'm just glad their Majesties are finally happy."

"Whoa, there, easy on the titles. We don't even know if he said yes." Mervyn chuckled. "Ha! Never thought I'd say that."

"Oh, he did. Much more enthusiastically than I ever wanted to see," Matthew informed him, fighting the urge to gag. "I'm never spying on either of them again."

Sensible as ever, Lucienne insisted, "Like I said - none of our business. Now, I suggest we all go back to work. It seems we'll be busy with wedding preparations on top of our usual duties soon enough."

With that, she scooped another couple of books from the table and disappeared with them behind the shelves.

The silence only lasted a few seconds before Mervyn broke it in a hushed tone.

"So… who ended up wearing the ring?"

Matthew scoffed as quietly. "I doubt they're wearing anything right now."

"None. Of our. Business!"

***

A/n: Thank you for reading! Again, this was meant to be sort of a crackfic so don't be too hard on me pls😅 If you enjoyed please leave a comment or reblog, those are the love of my life (after Morpheus ofc)

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