One Shots

The Sandman- Dream X Reader- Instant Attraction

Since I love The Sandman on Audible, I figured I'd write this. :)

You stared at the man in front of you. Vivid dreams were a thing you had often but you sometimes struggled to remember them half an hour after waking up. This, however, you certainly hoped you didn’t forget.

In front of you was a man, dressed in dark robes, with pale skin and stars for eyes. You couldn’t care much about where you were but he was beautiful, and you voiced it. Part of you felt as though you had seen or talked to him before. But this was only a dream, surely you would remember such a striking man. Still, you wanted to know where it would go.

“You admire this form?” he asked. His voice was indescribable but it was perfect, it suited him. “You see me as I am.”
“Yes, I think so,” you whispered as you stepped towards him. There was some sort of instant attraction, instant infatuation. “It’s strange, usually I don’t see faces properly in dreams but I can see yours.”
“Perhaps I am not coming from your subconscious,” he said, staring at me with a strange sort of fascination. The same sort you felt about him, but you couldn’t tell if he found you attractive.

“Where would you be coming from?” you asked, curious about this stranger. Slowly, you reached out and felt the soft fabric on his robes. You weren’t sure what they were made of but it felt luxurious.
“My realm, I should think,” he replied. He hand grabbed your wrist and your breath caught in your throat.
“Your realm?”
“I am Dream, one of the Endless.” You had no idea what that really meant but it sounded grand and important.

“Do I call you Dream then?” you asked as you leaned closer, his hand still holding your wrist. “Or is there a different name you want me to use?”
“Morpheus.”
“Morpheus?” you repeated, testing the name out on your tongue. “I like that name.”

He hummed and slowly let go of your wrist. His hand moved instead to your face, caressing your cheek. You let out a shaky breath, feeling your face heat up at his touch. Morpheus' face seemed so close to yours and acting on a rash impulse, you leaned forward and kissed him. He kissed back with passion and your whole body felt as if you were burning up.

“I am hoping that I don't forget this dream,” you whispered. You were both still so close together.
“You won't,” he said softly as he moved his hand from your cheek. “I can guarantee it.”
You smiled. “You really are beautiful.” Very, very much so.

He hesitated before speaking and for a moment you worried.
“And so are you,” he said, squashing the worried with his voice like velvet. “But this sort of thing does not go well when one is mortal and the other is not.”
“Is there a way to make me immortal?”
“Would that be what you want?”
“If it means I get to see you again, yes,” you said with an eager nod. This was such a strange dream.

“Perhaps next time I will be there in person,” he whispered before kissing you again. “Yes, (Y/n) I think it will be in person.”
“I look forward to it, Morpheus.”
“Good.”

And then you woke up from the strange dream. But you could remember Morpheus so clearly, as if the image of him was burned into your brain. Maybe it wasn't a normal dream. Maybe you would see Morpheus outside of a dream.