Summary: You always dreamed of becoming a successful fashion designer, sharing your creations with the world and bringing honor to your father. But with his severe illness and mounting expenses weighing solely on your shoulders, your plans changed, forcing you to pursue an alternative route. An intriguing offer led you to the elderly Alex Burgess, who immediately employed you as a housemaid for excellent pay. Your compassionate nature and exceptional understanding, however, convinced him to offer you an additional task with doubled compensation: gaining the trust of Dream of the Endless, imprisoned in the family's basement for over a century. Despite being stunned upon discovering such an otherworldly being stripped of clothing and trapped in a cramped glass sphere, financial necessity for your father's care compelled your acceptance. As you spoke to this mysterious anthropomorphic personification who never uttered a word, you found yourself drawn into his eyes that seemingly encompassed the entire universe. An ineffable bond formed between you, separated only by a substantial transparent barrier. You couldn't have anticipated that what commenced as modest household job would ultimately transform your existence irrevocably. ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ I began writing and posting this ongoing story on AO3 in late 2022. Based on The Sandman Season 1, it follows the storyline from the first episode through the Vortex arc, incorporating my own additions and continuations. The story weaves together both canonical and original lore. Dream of the Endless x Female reader, original characters included. Credits: Moon divider by firefly-graphics on Tumblr. Warning: This story contains mature content with explicit sexual scenes (fully consensual). I strongly invite minors to avoid reading/interacting.

Summary: Fashion designer in the Waking World, Queen Consort in the realm of dreams. While nurturing Morpheus' child and dwelling alongside him as his devoted wife, you yearned to leave the past behind and embark on this adventure with the love of your newfound immortal existence. However, when Destiny convened the entire family to herald an ominous prophecy, the ghosts you thought banished suddenly returned, hitting you with unparalleled force. As Morpheus contended with remorse regarding his previous transgressions, you maintained a delicate balance between your pregnancy, a marriage inevitably challenged by a former flame, and spilled family blood. Your worst nightmare was brought to life, threatening your happiness and the future of your unborn daughter. Nevertheless, your love held the capacity to transcend seemingly immutable cosmic laws, unveiling enigmatic revelations about your true identity-against the absolute and unbreakable. Transformation didn't require leaving the island; it only demanded reimagining it. Like an hourglass that doesn't end with its final grain, but merely awaits being turned to start the journey again. This story is a direct sequel to my tale "Let Your Dreams Be Your Wings". ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Story based on season 2 of The Sandman Netflix, following the main events with a bunch of side/original content added and a modified finale. My heart broke when I read the comics, and then got shattered all over again upon watching the show. I needed a better outcome, and I found one that will hopefully make sense and even come together with the source material. Credits: Moon divider by firefly-graphics on Tumblr. Warning: This story contains drama and mature content with explicit sexual scenes (fully consensual). I strongly invite minors to avoid reading/interacting.

Saundra Vespertine was the one and only dream that her mother wished for to come true. And so the spark, to make that dream come true, grew into a carefully crafted plan. Morpheus x OC/Saundra Vespertine Discontinued

Some stories begin in kingdoms of glass, or forests where time forgets to move. This one begins in a coffee shop. A small, unremarkable place where the air tastes of burnt sugar and rain. Jane did not believe in fate. Fate is a thing for stories, for other people. For lives more dramatic than hers. She believed in early mornings and late nights, in chipped mugs and quiet customers, in coffee ... the bitter salvation of the sleepless. And then he came. Tall as a winter tree, skin pale as unfallen snow, eyes fathomless and black as ink spilled across eternity. He asked for nothing more than a cup of coffee, but the way he said her name - Jane. It was like a hymn remembered from another life. She would not learn until much later that he was older than kingdoms, older than gods, older than the first dream whispered in the dark. That he was not a man at all, but a dream given shape and sorrow. And that in loving him, she had changed the story of the world They say love can conquer time. But time is cruel. And when he vanished, Jane waited. A hundred years of rain on glass, a hundred years of nights without his voice. But dreams never die. And some, no matter how deep they are buried, return. #1 DCEU 8/7/2025.

"Oh, my little dream, I believe I may have found a secret to perfect happiness. I am hopelessly, unequivocally yours." Crystal Nightingale always believed her life was firmly anchored in reality. But what happens when the past clashes with the present, pulling her into the Dreaming? Trapped in a world that is hers by destiny but not by choice, she comes face to face with its lord, the enigmatic and solitary Morpheus, Dream of the Endless.

Lucienne soon found herself struggling to look after the dreaming after several years of dreams disappearing so she hired a women to help her from inside the dreams of the mortals. Freya was on the verge of jumping off a bridge the night lucienne approached her with the promise of an Unimaginary job and a better life. Dream returned to find his home only being held up by a red head and lucienne but something is different. The dreaming itself has changed in a way he could have never expected. I do not own dream or the art but I do own Freya

People used to say that a man is complete with a woman by his side. They symbolize the harmony, the fulness, like Yin and Yang. Maybe that's the reason why Sandman can't find the very last element to rebuild his kingdom? Maybe that girl with that astonishing, magical blond locks is the secret ingredient to his final success?

we begin, in the waking world. → [SANDMAN S1] → [DREAM X OC] wallpaper not by me, made by miles johnston, found on pinterest :) started: 10.08.22 published: 31.08.22 completed: ©tobzka highest rankings ❦ 12 sep '22|🥇 #realm 15 sep '22|🥇#theendless 6 sep '22 |🥇 #tomsturridge 24 sep '22|🥇 #warnerbros 24 sep '22|🥇 #alouette 4 oct '22 |🥇 #corinthian 12 oct '22 |🥇#maeve 18 oct '22 |🥇#lucienne 8 sep '22 |🥈 #jennacoleman 16 sep '22|🥈#ravenna 5 oct '22 |🥈 #morpheus 4 jan '22 |🥈#sandman 15 sep '22|🥉#destruction

"He knew I was always one for bad boys, so here we are" -Atlas "I couldn't help myself, having been lured in by her light" -Morpheus One of the greatest power couples to ever exist beyond heaven, hell, and even the waking world. The lord of dreams, and the queen of Nature.