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Morpheus x Male!reader Request [[The Sandman]]

Friend

I was striding around the house of Mr. Burgess. He had given me the day off, but since I was his personal servant, my presence could be requested at any time. Nevertheless, I had nothing to do with my time.
I spend the majority of the day reading or taking walks in the garden.

I was sitting on the stairs, as I thought about what I could do when I started to hear yelling.
I furrowed my eyebrows and slowly got up. The yelling got louder and I realized that it was Mr. Burgess and his Husband.
I was used to them fighting a little bit, but I never heard them yelling at each other.

I slowly made my way upstairs and carefully listened to the conversation. I stopped in the hall, before so rounding the corner. I was able to understand them now.

"He will kill me!! And you!!", Mr. Burgess yelled.
"We can't keep him in there forever!", his Husband answered, a little bit quieter.
"It's useless, I will talk to him. I can't riskyou getting hurt!"
"He can't stay in the basement forever, Alex! And you know that!"

I cursed under my breath, as I accidentally knocked over a statue, that was standing on the shelf next to me. I caught it just in time and put it back, but the couple had heard me and stopped talking.
I quickly ran back downstairs, but I didn't stop there. I immediately made my way to the basement.
I had heard all kinds of rumors of course. But I never believed that Mr. Burgess actually kept someone in the basement. And not just anyone, an eternal being, as the rumors said.

Almost out of breath, I stopped in front of the corner that lead to the basement.
I leaned forward and peaked around. The first thing I saw was a giant glass bowl it looked like an overdimensional fish bowl.
The next thing I saw was a desk with two people sitting in front of it, but as I looked closely, I saw that they were both asleep.
I took a step forward and carefully entered the room.
Only now, I noticed the strange symbols that were drawn in the ground, but that wasn't the strangest thing.
What was even more surprising, was the man lying in the glass bowl.

He looked at me for a second but he didn't move an inch. He had his head leaned on his arms and was staring at the ground.

I slowly walked around the bowl. Only now I noticed, that he wasn't wearing any clothes and he looked very pale, unhealthy even.
I started to wonder who he was and if he had done anything to deserve to be in here.

"What could anyone do to deserve this?", I said to myself. I didn't know if the man heard what I said. But he didn't move, so I kneeled down in front of him.
"No one deserves this", I mumbled and Raised my hand to carefully touch the glass.
I could've imagined it, but it looked like the man's eyes softened at my words.
I watched as he slowly raised his hand to put his fingers where mine were laying in the other side of the glass.

I heard shifting behind me and turned around. I saw that one of the guards was about to wake up. I quickly got up.
"I will come back. I promise", I whispered to the man and granted him a smile, before turning around and quickly leaving the basement. I felt like, this was the start of a good friendship...

***

I was on my way home from work, as I got the message, that Alex Burgess had died in his sleep. To be honest, I couldn't say that I was shocked, after all he was an old man who had lived his life. My he rest in peace.

Nevertheless, I was wondering if it had something to do with the man in the basement. Over the last few months, I had befriended the strange creature. He never talked to me, but he always listened. I started with explaining to him, what had happened over the last 100 years and after a while I started reading to him. He even started to sit up, whenever I visited him.
And after Mr. Burgess had caught us once, I thought that it was over, but as he noticed that the man reacted to me, he decided that I was now officially allowed to visit him. He told me that he was the ruler of the Dreaming, the so-called "Sandman".

At first I didn't believe his words, but after researching a little bit. It all made sense. The sleeping disease, the year he was captured, the fact that he didn't age at all. It all fitted perfectly.

I sighed as I opened the door to my apartment. I was wondering if he got out eventually and killed Burgess or if he was still in his bowl and if he was, what would happen to him now.

I was too lazy to turn on the lights, as I entered my kitchen. A few seconds later, I wished I had turned it on. I bumped into something hard, presumably a person.
I yelped and jumped back, my hand flew to the light switch and I gasped as I saw wvo was standing there In front of me.
It was him, the sandman. But now, he was wearing an entire black attire, adorned with a large black coat.

"It's you", I whispered, "So you got out after all."

"I did."

In all the time, that I knew him, this was the first time that I heard his voice. It was a deep, smoky voice. It was nice listening to him.

"Are you going to kill me?", I gulped. After all, he had killed Burgess. At least I assumed it.
"No.", he stated and stepped closer. I slowly backed up until I felt the kitchen counter hit me.
"I came he to thank you", He mumbled and looked up, "You have been a good friend to me. I, Morpheus want to thank you."
"Morpheus", I replied, "So that's your name. It suits you."
I watched as a smile formed on Morpheus' face. I felt honored, since he looked like someone who didn't smile very often.
I watched carefully, as he raised his hand.

"May I?", he asked quietly.

I nodded and felt how he started to caress my cheek with his calloused hand. He inched closer and slowly leaned down.
"Thank you.", Morpheus mumbled again, before pressing his lips on mine. I closed my eyes, as I melted into the kiss. I could feel his thankfulness, his passion, all of his emotions were poured into this kiss and it was something that I had never felt before.

I gasped as we parted. My eyes opened and he was gone. I carefully raised my hand to touch my lips.
Morpheus was certainly something tgta I would never forget. Who knows, maybe we would meet again. Maybe not in this world, but in another...

A/n:requested by Hideto-san

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