Reaver's Servants

Dream a Little Dream

The symphony of late night Albion lulled the residents of Lakeview Manor into a peaceful summer sleep. Each person slept comfortably and dreamed. Except Reaver.

Reaver sat in his office and drank his midnight wine. "I should really stop drinking late at night." Reaver whispered to himself. He wasn't sure why, but lately his home office had become something of a sanctuary to him. He often sat here on sleepless nights and drank until he went unconscious and had to be poked awake by one of the servants when they find him sleeping in his office chair.

But not tonight. Reaver whistled a jaunty tune and stared out the window, smiling up at the midnight moon. Reaver looked over at the corner of the room and found sleeping Reavie nuzzled against a pillow in her basket. He didn't want to admit it, but he had gotten used to sharing his office with the little tabby cat. He walked over to the basket and patted the cat on her little head.

Reaver cocked his head to the side and saw Reavie moving around in her sleep. "I wonder what kinds of things cats dream about…" Reaver slipped on his bedroom shoes (which he slipped off under the desk) and walked along the hallway back to his room. He touched Barry's door softly as he passed by.

Reaver could faintly hear the snores from Barry inside. "For that matter, I wonder what the servants dream about…"

Barry's Dream

Barry turned over slowly, holding one of his pillows close to him. Drool coming from the corner of his mouth, Barry muttered softly and reached out his arm. "Ohhh…Miss Sarah…I'll save you…"

Wearing green tunic, a green cap and holding his sword high, Barry ran toward the tower where the fair Miss Sarah was being kept. "Mr. Hatch! Help me!" she yelled from her prison high atop the tower. Barry summoned all his courage and ran inside the tower, slaying the demons in his way. He slashed through hollow man and balverine alike in his quest to save Miss Sarah. He had traveled through thick forests, vanquished fire dragons and shadow demons, slayed witches who tried to tempt him, and nearly died in an underwater temple.

Nothing could stop Barry, not even the traps in the stairs or the falling rocks. Finally approaching the room, Barry kicked the door down and found Miss Sarah tied to a post, with a green monster (wearing Reaver's clothes, which he figured was a coincidence) laughing evilly next to her. "You'll never defeat me, Hatch!" the monster yelled (Barry noted the monster sounded like Reaver too, but again, coincidence).

"Have at you, horrid beast!" Barry's sword shined with the glow of the mighty sun and he lunged at the monster. The monster knocked him down with a ball of light. Barry flew to the corner of the room and quickly picked himself up.

"Hey, Barry!" shouted a small blue winged wisp by his shoulder. The wisp looked like Willa. "Listen! Try knocking the ball of light back at him when he throws it at you!" Barry nodded and as soon as the monster threw another light orb at him, Barry swung his sword and deflected it back. The ball hit the monster dead on. The monster screamed in agony and exploded into gold dust.

Barry ran to the post and untied Miss Sarah. "My hero!" she sang as she hugged him around his neck. Both hero and Princess brought their faces closer for a kiss.

Barry smiled a goofy smile, snorted and rolled over again, rolling off his bed.

Willa's Dream

Willa moaned softly and brought her covers closer to her as she shivered. She had a teddy bear under one arm, which she cuddled softly. Her unhappy grimace quickly turned to a smile.

Willa, in her circus outfit, watched from the sidelines as her father, Olaf the Strongman, impressed crowds with his unbelievable strength. Willa was nervous, and it was obvious. "And now, making her debut, Olaf's daughter, Wilhelmina!" shouted the announcer. Willa hated her proper name, but dismissed it as she joined her father in the ring.

"Wilhelmina! Join your papa!" shouted her father, his accent bringing her joy.

"She may not look like much, ladies and gents, but don't be fooled by her small stature! Good things often come in small packages! Wilhelmina is the second strongest person in this circus! Just don't challenge her to an arm wrestling contest! Her father personally trained her from a young age, and he's now accepting offers for her hand in marriage!" laughed the announcer. The crowd laughed along.

"Ready to show them real strength, Wilhelmina?" asked her father.

"Yes, Daddy!" she shouted happily as her father picked her up and placed her on his shoulders.

"And now, Wilhelmina will show off her strength, and with the help of her father and friends, she will bring down the moon for you all to see!" shouted the announcer. Olaf threw his daughter into the air, but Willa wasn't scared, it felt like she was flying. Willa passed the crowds in the stands, the acrobats swinging to and fro, and then to the stars. Willa floated past the stars, seeing her friends (in their circus outfits) swinging from them on little swings.

"Go Willa!" shouted Miss Sarah, swinging under her star.

"You're awesome!" shouted Beryl, flying by on her shooting star.

"We're rooting for you, Willa!" shouted Rosie, holding onto her star swing by her arms.

"You're almost there!" shouted Gordon, hanging by his knees from his swing under his star.

Willa finally reached the moon, which was a giant glowing orb. Behind it, Reaver and Barry poked their heads out and smiled at Willa, as she grabbed the moon. "Congrats, Little Bit. I knew you could do it." said Reaver, with Barry nodding happily, giving her a thumbs up.

Slowly floating down, Willa waved to her friends, holding the big glowing orb with one hand. She floated down, and her father caught her. "The moon, ladies and gents!" shouted the announcer, as Willa's friends floated down after her, clapping along with the crowd.

"We did it, Daddy!" Willa shouted happily as put the moon down and hugged her father.

"Remember, I'll always love you, Wilhelmina. And I'm proud of you." He whispered softly as he hugged his daughter tight.

Willa moaned softly and smiled, cuddling her teddy bear.

Rosie's Dream

Rosie's candle was just about out. It wasn't that she was scared of the dark…nothing like that. She just hated falling asleep in pitch blackness. She sniffled a bit and shifted herself.

Rosie, her hood up, walked through the woods to a caravan. "Alright, you summoned me…and for once I listened. Now what do you want?" she asked forcefully.

The hooded figure did not face Rosie. "I know what you are. I know you're exploiting your gifts for profit."

Rosie scoffed and folded her arms. "How can I exploit a flaw?" she asked; her question acidic.

"You need training for your gift to work properly." The figure said. "You left too soon." The figure, still not showing their face, walked to Rosie and handed her a deck of cards. "You shouldn't have left so soon. You could have been great…" the figure walked back to the caravan.

"I didn't want to be a seer." said Rosie, defensively. "I didn't want to be like the one in the Spire: always watching, never doing."

"Now, now, Rosie, no need to get defensive. The One in the Spire didn't send me. She has better things to do than watch over a wayward Gypsie." said the figure. "I'm not saying give up everything. I agree with you, actually. Why waste your life and talents sitting in a moldy tower when you can live a happy life?"

She was starting to notice the figure had the same attitude as a certain blonde scoundrel she'd rather forget. "Look at the cards…" said the figure. "Your destiny is your own…" Rosie took the cards. She shuffled them and noticed they held her friends. "The same applies to that of your troupe." The cards started floating around her. "No one can tell you what your destiny is, be it a seer or mortal." The figure's voice told her as the cards glowed and danced around her. Rosie smiled softly and started dancing too. She could hear a Gypsie's violin playing. For once, Rosie felt safe in the dark.

Rosie danced, as a Gypsie tribe with caravans appeared around her, clapping along to the bells on her feet. The hooded figure approached her and took off the hood. It was Ben Finn. Rosie stared at him in shock as she stopped dancing. "Don't punch me; I just came by to give you advice. Now that I have, I thought it'd be safe to take off my hood." He said, holding his hands up. The music kept playing as she stared at Ben. "If I knew your dreams were this exciting, I would have started appearing in them long ago." He said, folding his arms.

Sighing angrily, Rosie just stared at Ben. "Why, of all people, would you be in my dream giving me advice? You can't even take advice when it's given to you, Mr. 'I-Bet-I-Can-Fight-The-Strongman-and-Win'." Rosie folded her arms as Ben laughed.

"Rosie, any idiot can pick up a deck of cards and say fancy things." said Ben, holding his hand out and letting the cards pile into his hand. "But only someone special can see past the fancy things and see the real deal. Don't let those abilities of yours go to waste. Don't neglect your gift. If you're going to exploit it, at least do it properly." said Ben, with a smirk.

The Gypsie music got louder, and Rosie couldn't help but dance. The cards flew out of Ben's hand and started to flow around her again. Rosie danced as if she could see the music moving with her.

Rosie grasped something in her hand as she smiled, her foot wagging in her sleep. A little box of tarot cards sat under her relaxed hand, and under the deck sat a sepia toned photograph of her and Ben, taken when she still worked at the circus.

Beryl's Dream

Beryl had fallen asleep with her glasses on again. They slid around her upper face as she shifted in her sleep. She had been reading before, and nodded off during a good part. The book lay open on her chest.

Beryl found herself sitting on the floor, her glasses in front of her. Feeling her face, Beryl reached to pick them up, but they jumped away.

"Hey! Come back!" she shouted to her glasses, as she chased them. "I'm practically blind without you!" she whined as she ran after her wayward glasses.

She chased them until they stopped at someone's feet. She picked up her glasses and put them on. Towering over her was Reaver with a smile. "Ahh, hello there, Beryl. I've been waiting for you." He said, with a smile.

"Waiting for me, Mr. Reaver?" asked Beryl, somewhat confused.

"Of course, my dear. You are my date for this ball! I was scared you wouldn't show!" Beryl looked down and suddenly noticed she was wearing a ball gown. "I wouldn't dream of dancing without you, my sweet." He said, as he took her hand. Beryl blushed softly as he guided her to the dance floor. It felt as if they were dancing on air. "You are quite graceful, Beryl." He remarked, as the floor turned to sky and the party patrons turned to birds.

He twirled her as the music played softly. Beryl blushed as he brought her closer. "Oh, Mr. Reaver!" she giggled and looked down. She panicked as she saw they were now in the air. It was at that point that she started to fall.

Luckily, her dress puffed out and acted as a parachute of sorts. "Oh my…" she mumbled as she slowly descended. The night sky passed by her, her friends dressed in fancy clothing floating by on clouds, waving to her.

Beryl landed softly on the ground, and was greeted by a big bouquet of flowers. "Don't ever feel like you should hide behind those glasses, my dear Beryl. They may keep you from going blind, but they will keep you blind to the world unless you 'take them off' every now and then." said Reaver, tossing the bouquet in the air, making it rain flower petals.

Happily jumping among the petals, Beryl felt her hair come down and the wind pick her glasses off her face. "Open my eyes!" she shouted, as the petals flew into the air.

Beryl giggled softly in her sleep. Her hand hit the wall as she flipped over quickly. If it hurt, she didn't show it. She moaned softly and hugged her book close.

Gordon's Dream

Gordon slept like a rock, snoring softly as his dream took him away…

For some reason, everyone was naked. Sitting among trees and bushes, everyone was naked. Gordon usually had this dream, only he was the only one naked. This time, he was the only one with clothes. Things in this dream were a little more lucid than he liked. While he never saw himself as a prude, Gordon was a guy who liked decency. Of course, if a bunch of naked women happened to stroll into the garden at any point during the day, he wasn't going to be rude and tell them to leave.

"Clothes can be quite confining…" said Beryl, lying in a tree, covered only by two branches.

Miss Sarah sat under the tree, strumming a guitar, and covered only by said guitar, humming a strange song. "Gordon, you are too constricting." She said softly, her fingers gliding across the strings.

"You are uptight." said Rosie, hanging upside down from a nearby tree, conveniently covered by two strategically placed branches. Gordon blushed and smiled.

"You can be a bit uptight sometimes." said Willa, poking her head out from under a pile of leaves. "You shouldn't be so uppity. Mr. Reaver wouldn't approve…" she added, pointing to the bench, nearby.

Gordon's eye twitched, seeing Reaver and Barry, naked except for a bowl of fruit covering Barry and Reaver having his hat in his lap. Gordon's eye twitched again as he tried not to stare. "Well, that's more of Mr. Hatch than I ever wanted to see, dream or not." Gordon muttered to himself.

"Free your mind, Gordon…" shouted Reaver happily. The girls stood up and started chanting with Reaver.

"Free your mind, Gordon…free your find, Gordon…"

Gordon smiled lecherously in his sleep and moaned softly.

Miss Sarah's Dream

Miss Sarah snuggled close to her pillow and moaned softly. Her eyes fluttered a bit in her sleep as she turned over softly.

Miss Sarah stood center-stage with a hat on a table. She could hear clapping, but saw no audience. "And now!" she heard an announcer yell. "The lovely Sarah will pull her destiny out of a hat!" she looked around for the voice, but saw nothing. Miss Sarah approached the hat and reached inside. She noted the hat looked like her boss's hat as she shuffled around inside.

She pulled out a deck of cards that turned into doves and flew away. She reached in again and pulled out silverware, which began to float around her. Reaching in again, she opened her palm and saw miniature versions of her friends, cheering for her. She softly placed them on the table and reached in again. Miss Sarah grabbed what felt like hair and tugged, pulling out Reaver.

"Well, hello there!" he shouted happily as she forced him back down with a yelp. It was then Miss Sarah noticed a small magic wand next to the hat and picked it up. She didn't know why, but she felt compelled to tap the side of the hat three times.

"One…Two…Three!" the hat suddenly started making maddening twitching movements. Fireworks, bunnies, and other things started flying out. She picked up her miniature friends and held them close as the hat shook and a boot fell out. A pair of legs popped out of the hat, then a torso, then arms, and then she watched as the person wrestled the hat off their head. The body belonged to Barry, she could tell by the uniform. Finally getting the hat off, Barry stood in front of her and smiled.

"Mr. Hatch?" she asked softly, as she placed her miniature friends down. The man dusted himself off and looked up at her. She noted he didn't look at her the same way Barry would.

"Hmm? Oh, no. I'm not your 'Mr. Hatch'." He said, waving his hand at her. He didn't talk like Barry; she noted his lack of speech impediment. "I only took his form so you'd be more comfortable talking to me. I'm what you call…" he reached into his pocket, and after tossing out a bunny and a long handkerchief, pulled out a card and read it. "'Your Subconscious Desires Manifested as Someone You Care for Deeply' or some such nonsense." He said, throwing the card behind him, where it disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Miss Sarah didn't seem to understand. "I can tell by that expression that you have no idea what the holy hell I'm going on about, but don't feel bad." The man dusted himself off and picked up the boot on the ground and put it on. "I'm not here for anything fancy, just here to give you a message, and then I'll be on my way." The man cleared his throat.

"Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for."

Cocking an eyebrow, Miss Sarah just stared at the man. "Hey! Try another one!" shouted miniature Rosie, waving her arms to get his attention. "Alright then…how about this; Better never to have met you in my dream than to wake and reach for hands that are not there." He said, pointing in the air. He looked at Miss Sarah, who just stared at him.

"Oh well, I tried. I'm going to get some tea…" said the man, as he waved and disappeared.

"What is going on?" Miss Sarah asked, becoming a bit worried. A thousand voices started talking at once, overwhelming her and causing her to cover her ears. She started to run, hearing the voices and applauding, but seeing no one. Miss Sarah felt the room swirl around, she couldn't keep her balance. Nothing made sense, and she started to fall over, but someone caught her, and held her…

Everything went quiet and suddenly…everything made sense…

Miss Sarah woke up with a jolt. She breathed heavily and felt her heart pound loudly. She wanted to be scared, but for some reason, she smiled and blushed as she laid back down, slowly allowing herself to drift back into sleep, still no sure what to make of her dream.

Reaver's Dream

With the cat cuddling close to him, Reaver finally fell asleep. His sleep, however…was restless.

Reaver, in an evening jacket and smoking a pipe, read his paper with a content smile. The fire in the fireplace was roaring softly, giving the study a relaxing glow. Faceless servants walked around and tidied up as the clock started to chime loudly. Reaver glanced up with a smile when he heard footsteps coming towards him. Looking up, he saw Rosie, and grinned.

"Good evening, darling. How was your day?" asked Reaver, going back to his paper.

Smiling softly, Rosie kept her hands in front of her as her shoes clicked on the floor. "It was wonderful. I did a little shopping and then ran a few errands. The sun was shining and the water around the lake was as clear as a crystal." Rosie smiled, waiting for Reaver to join her.

"Wonderful, simply wonderful, my dove. I apologize for being late for dinner; I've been buried under paperwork all day. Tell me, did the children get to sleep alright?" he asked, placing his paper down.

Rosie seemingly glided into the room, wearing a lovely but still casual red dress and her hair in a low but still elaborate bun. When she fixed herself up and smiled, Rosie actually looked pretty nice. "Oh yes, my dearest, all tucked in and fast asleep; they didn't give the nanny an ounce of trouble today. They are so looking forward to spending the day with you by the lake tomorrow." She said, calmly.

Reaver nodded happily and set his pipe down. "Good, good…I hear their marks in school are improving." He mentioned, as he stood up.

Rosie smiled and nodded, folding her arms. "Oh yes, the smartest children in the class. I told you those tutors were a good investment." She said, wagging her finger at him. Reaver walked up to Rosie and took her hand, kissing her wagging finger.

"Oh, alright, I admit; those tutors weren't a waste of gold. You were right, as always." He chuckled and led Rosie to the foyer. "You know, my dear, you're wearing that perfume I gave you for your birthday, and you know what it does to me…" Reaver cooed as he placed his face on her neck, breathing in deeply.

"Well, shall we adjourn to the bedroom, my love?" Rosie giggled as they walked up the stairs.

"Mmm…you always know what makes me happy, my beloved." said Reaver. Hand in hand, the two ascended the stairs. "Sometimes I don't realize how lucky I am until I have you in my arms at the end of the day." Reaver cooed, kissing Rosie on the cheek. "You are indeed the only woman for me…"

Reaver woke up from his nightmare screaming loudly, waking up the cat, the servants, and all of Millfields. Breathing heavily, he placed his hand on his head, sweat pouring off his head. He checked his hand; no ring on his ring finger. He sighed deeply in relief and caught his breath.

"Just a dream…it was only a dream…I need a drink…"

N'cha, my doves!

This idea I've had since before I started the fan-fic, and I decided to finally use it! Did you guys catch the Legend of Zelda reference? I'm such a frickin' nerd.

The last part I believe was my absolute favorite part to write, despite how short it is. I can imagine in all his years alive, Reaver having quite a few nightmares. But I think the worst would be the one where he gives up his deviant lifestyle for a monogamous relationship. That's why I sometimes find Reaver X Whoever stories a bit hard to believe. No matter, I do enjoy reading them nonetheless.

Next Installment's special guest star: Former King of Albion, Logan! Give it up, ladies and gents!

I would like to thank everyone for their lovely reviews. Your encouragement keeps me writing. Oh! I appreciate new ideas, so if anyone has any story ideas, just drop me a line on the message thingy and I'll give full credit to whoever suggests it. Even the awesome Luna Peachie needs help coming up with ideas (lol just kidding, I'm not that full of myself).

Weird, I know, but I do realize lately I have been pumping out stories faster than most people submit, but I assure you, it isn't because I have no life. I've just had a lot of spare time, lately. My schedule might become hectic soon, as I mentioned in my profile that I am working on a novel. So enjoy the fast updates while you can haha.

After the next chapter, I might start doing a few short quickies in between the bigger chapters, but I actually have a plan for this fan-fic, one that I mapped out from the beginning.

Tatty-bye, my friends! Review and be merry, I appreciate criticism but I prefer positive lol.

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