#Morpheus x platonic!oc
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Son of my father. Son of my mother.
Morpheus x platonic!oc, mentioned Morpheus x Calliope x oc, mentioned Morpheus x reader
Warnings: angst, character death
Hope is who he was.
It's what his father would call him in the dead of night when even the moon couldn't scare away the small boys fears.
Lord Morpheus was besotted by his son. A final gift from his lover. The last thing they ever made before a curse put upon them by a jealous goddess killed them.
All the Endless remembered the day Hope was born.
Death had been there despite her best efforts to save her dying sister-in-law not even she could save them, she'd watched her brother clutching the screaming infant to him, the palace staff who'd been aiding the birth buzzing about. Some where crying, others ordering the rest about but in amongst it all stood her little brother cradling the crying child against his chest trying to sooth it whilst desperately avoiding looking at the corpse of the child's mother. "I'm so sorry Dream..." her voice was quiet as the room seemed to empty leaving the immortal Endless beings and a corpse. "Were they in pain?" the only thing he asked unshed tears welled in his eyes as he finally looked up at the body of his lover.
After the loss of Calliope and Orpheus both Dream and Goddess of Fortune, Tyche stayed away from many of the other gods. Betrayed by family, Tyche swore never to return to Olympus and instead devoted her time to aiding Morpheus in ruling the Dreaming, helping the mortals through guiding their dreams to show them fortunes within their lives. The Goddess's Hera and Artemis not long before before the death of the gods of Olympus cursed the young Goddess to die at child birth that even her own grasps of fortune could save her from. Morpheus was reluctant at the news of their child, he'd already lost a son now he faced losing another child and wife. Tyche had been upset by his reluctance, she held no care for the curse all she cared for was her child. "Have we not earned this one bit of joy Oneiros" she had once argued, sat upon his throne as if she had always belonged there, "but at what cost" he responded kneeling before sadness plaguing his very soul.
Desire arrived but hours after the birth of their nephew. Their twin Despair appearing beside them. Both twins walking in tandem of one another as they stepped through the gates into the throne room. The pair could feel the love and pain oozing from their older brother, as he sat upon his throne with his son in his arms, Lucienne standing tentatively at his side with Death hovering at his other. "Greetings brother" Despair was the first to speak, "Greetings sister" Desire followed on as Death and Lucienne turned their attentions onto the twins. "I hope we aren't to late to share our condolences" Desire smiled as Despair hovered closer to the steps wanting to see the infant within their siblings arms, "if you are only here to jest and make fun then leave... the both of you today is to celebrate and mourn" Death was harsh with her words, a surprise to both younger siblings. "No jesting, we only wish to see our new family member is all... we are deeply bereaved at the loss of sweet Tyche" Despair was the one to answer as Desire held their tongue knowing that it would be unwise to start something when Dream was like this. "Come closer then" Dreams deep voice broke through the tension as Despair darted up the stairs hovering in front staring contently at the small child in his fathers arms, "he is small" was her first thought. "Far too small, are you sure he is yours Dream" Desire poked at his brother seeing if he could goad some sort of reaction from him. Desire was forbidden from returning to the Dreaming for a long time after that day.
Destiny and Delirium were the next to visit. Destiny did not stay long only to pass on his blessing and a title for the new-born infant. The 'Prince of Hope'. Delirium stayed the longest other than Death. She adored the baby finding peace when holding him, Dream did not have the heart to turn the younger Endless away when she would visit. He found comfort in the sounds of his son and youngest sisters laughter echoing in his throne room, filling the silence left behind from his wife's own laughter.
Morpheus also found comfort in holding his son. Letting the boy sleep against his chest as he listened to the dreams that would come and speak of their own problems. He would carry the boy with him as he traversed the lands of the Dreaming doing his rounds as he visited his people. He never took his son near the nightmares. Despite being their creator he feared for his sons safety when near a nightmare, always enlisting Lucienne and Jessamy to watch over the boy as he went about working on his nightmares.
The child had been crying for what seemed like hours. Most of the palace staff steered away from where the king and his son were. Lucienne had tried offering some advice but instead was met with nothing but more tears. "You're only causing yourself more pain" the lord muttered pacing back and forth, "there is little benefit to all this noise" he almost huffed confused as to what could have caused so much distress for his son. Walking back into his chamber he sat on the end of his bed resting the child on his lap so that he could look down and check over the infant once more, nothing was out of the ordinary. Lifting the boy up he rested him against his chest offering comfort as best he could, "my sweet boy what is so upsetting " his voice was low and deep pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of his sons head. "Your mother would have been better at this... she would have known what you were feeling, what to do to make you feel better" Morpheus admitted quietly running his hand up and down the child's back trying to sooth the restless baby, "your mother was always better with others than I was" the pain of missing his wife gnawing away at him. He found that he could only speak about her to their child, it was too painful to talk about her to any of the others but he felt that it was his duty to his wife that their child knew of their mother. Lying down holding his son against him, the king of Dreams kept telling tales of his wife sharing his memories of her to try and sooth his son. When he'd finished reciting the time Tyche had taken to being a mortal actor for plays such as those written by William Shakespeare he'd noticed Hope had finally fallen to sleep eventually soothed by the sound of his fathers voice.
Any who walked in the realm of the Dreaming would see it's king and his shadow in the form of his child. The little boy growing happily under the protective gaze of his father, Hope was rarely seen away from his father, hands clasped onto his fathers cloak so that he wouldn't lose his way. He spent so many of his days either playing in the Fiddlers Green or curling up in the library be read the stories of the world. Wanting nothing more than to explore the waking world but only having the books as an escape. Morpheus however forbid his son to go to the waking, “mortals are not as they are in the books my sweet boy… there are those who would seek to use you and your gifts” he warned gently lifting the boy up to sit on his lap, brushing his hair from his eyes, “when here no harm will come to you as long as I say.. you are my son and the Prince of the Dreaming, all the Dreams and Nightmares are just as much yours to control as they are mine” he leaned closer as the small boy glanced around at the few castle staff that were bobbing in and out of the throne room. He reached out for his fathers ruby playing with it in his hands, Morpheus took it off and placed it around his sons neck instead. “One day a long time from now, you will have your own tools like I do to govern the Dreaming as I do now” he slowly explained watching as Hope studied the jewel with great delicacy, the boy seemed to look closely at the inscription on the gold of the jewel recognising the name that Lucienne had pointed out to him so often, “Mama” the toddler cooed running his fingers over the inscription. Of course how could Morpheus forget, the day his son had been born but his wife died he’d inscribed her name onto the gold of the ruby wanting to forever have a part of her with him where ever he went. “Yes little one it allows her to always be with us” he spoke softly as he watched his sons gentleness, that was one thing Morpheus believed little Hope had inherited from his mother was her gentleness. They stayed in silence Dream wrapping his arm to pull Hope closer as the little boy yawned still playing with the ruby, “one day I will take you to the waking but for now I want you to stay and keep growing happier and stronger” the king of dreams promised his child not knowing what the future held for them both.
“Papa” his sons voice called out over Lucienne’s warning, the Lord of the Dreaming was just leaving to go after a rouge nightmare, the little one had been reading in the library when he sensed his fathers preparations to leave. Morpheus turned back to look at his son who seemed to be struggling to run up all the stairs with his baby deer like legs, ml img away from his throne the king moved closer before kneeling down to his sons level as the child crashed into him wrapping his arms around his father. “Don’t go stay” the poor boy whimpered, he always cried when Dream left the Dreaming, the fear of him never coming home grew anxiously within the child, Morpheus hated leaving Hope wanting nothing more than to take the boy and lock themselves away in chamber so he could hold and shield his son from the dangers of the universe. “I cannot little one, I must leave to sort something out… I promise to be home soon” the ancient being promised pressing a kiss to the boys temple, “I miss you papa” the toddler snuffled clinging to his father.
Hope eventually let go. The last memory he has of his father was that of swirling clouds of sand. After that his father never came back. And soon after even Jessamy stopped returning. The memory of his father was all Hope was left with. He was still an infant in the eyes of the endless. Delirium visited once during the Dream Lords absence but left quickly when the little boy refused to play instead focused on trying to help Lucienne stop the chaos.
He eventually lost track of time. Slowly began forgetting what his father was like. He shadowed Lucienne for a decade before taking over, by then he'd grown as if he were a human, tired of being treated like the child he knew deep down that he was. Standing tall almost as if he were the reincarnation of his mother with hair like his father, those who remained took pity on the Orphaned Lord. All he had left were in what remained of the Dreaming. His endless Aunts and Uncles abandoned him at the first signs of fathers disappearance. With no one to guide him and no books left in the dreaming to teach him, Hope was left to hold together what remained of the Dreaming. Lucienne mourned the child her young lord had been, mourned that there was little that she could do to help the prince in his attempt at ruling. The boy held no ill will to her, reassuring her that her remaining at his side was all that he needed from her.
Fierce was the young Lord Hope, kept away the reaching hands of those like Lucifer who sort to steal what was his fathers. With what little power he knew to muster he forged a blade encrusted with Amazonite, 'the stone of hope' as mortals knew it as, in the presence of those that remained like Cain and Abel. He swore upon an oath to protect the Dreaming and all who resided and walked among it, swearing to never abandon those who stayed true to it. And so he stayed in the far reaches of the Dreaming wondering the dreams of those who could still dream. He never returned to the castle of his youth to much was felt there, pain that not even the soothing words of Lucienne could quell in the young gods mind. So he remained governing and caring for who stayed, watching over protecting his realm until he felt a disturbance in the realm, feeling a pull that lead him towards the home of Cain and Abel.
If he could remember his father then he would have felt his fathers return. Instead all he could think was that his home and its people could be in danger. He sensed Lucienne nearby, close to the unknown threat. His heart picked up, fear growing in his mind as he ran through the Dreaming, holding tightly onto the connection held between it and himself.
"Lucienne!" he shouted pulling his sword from its sheath reaching for the librarian who stood beside the dark figure. Cain and Abel stood by as well all seemed shocked yet unsurprised by the Princes actions. Long had those left in the dreaming known that Hope had forgotten his father Morpheus, the belief that the pain of his absence had been to much that his conscious mind had forgotten him to save the young boy from the pain. "Stand back" the boy hissed pulling the librarian behind him shielding Lucienne with himself his sword held high and aimed at the figure, Morpheus was all but stunned.
He knew that face. It was almost as if looking at the ghost of Tyche. His boy. His small son that had been begging him not to leave him that day. "Lord Hope" the brothers called out bowing their heads at the youngster, Morpheus watched at the snarl that had found purchase on his sons face. How he looked at him as if he were a stranger. "Hope please put down your blade" Lucienne ordered resting a hand gently on the boys shoulder as he looked back at his closest friend, "Lucienne a stranger stands before us, a possible threat to both you and the brothers and you ask me to put down my blade and leave us defenceless" the young lord growled unhappy at the order. The only thing stopping him from snapping at the woman was the trust in which he had in her. "My dear lord this is no stranger to the dreaming" she was soft in the way she spoke, spending so long with the boy had allowed for her to learn how to calm the young man in front of her. "Lord Morpheus has returned, my prince" Abel called out a hush fell over them as Hope struggled to deal with what was said. Anger and hurt but also glee brewed within him, he had waited so long for his fathers return but at what cost.
"Hope" Morpheus called to his son, wishing for the boy to meet his eyes, "my son" the words were a plead to the child he'd left behind. The blade was lowered but not put away. “I am no one but the Lady Tyche’s son” the young lord said, tears welling in his eyes. Morpheus felt betrayal fester inside of him, how dare his own blood turn against him. But then he understood, he’d promised to be by his sons side, to guide the young boy into his powers and now. Now his son stood before him nearly a grown man. Had his absence forced his son to change so.
“So, did you find out what you were looking for?” Hope was sat at the end of the walk way, staring down at the rippling nightmares and dreams below him, “I must leave for London” Morpheus said aloud Lucienne watching from behind as the pair stared at one another, “so I’ll watch the realm for another hundred years then” the younger hissed with venom on his tongue. Morpheus stared at his son unsure as to approach the subject of his absence. “I want you to come with” the request startled Hope. He looked at his father with unease, “the man who left would never have allowed me to the Dreaming” the statement was meant harm more than it did, instead Morpheus nodded. “Trust me if there was any other way I would travel alone.” The old god responded, Hope knew not to look a gift horse in the mouth, he didn’t know this man but knew that if he helped then his home might be saved.
“For my sake please take a raven, my prince” Lucienne pleaded taking hold of the youngers hand, her pleads had fallen onto deaf ears with his father but the youngster nodded, “please send one for us Lucienne” the request was quiet but heard before the boy followed after the Endless being into the waking world.
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A/N: So, this is my first time sharing my writing with others on here. Wow, I'm really nervous about this good god... okay. If you would like to be tagged just let me know and I'd be happy to! And updates will not be weekly, I wish I had that kind of time for this story because I love it so much! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy reading this just as much as I did when writing it!
Also, why is Morpheus so hard to write even when it's a close platonic friendship? This man frustrates me in all aspects of my life!
Adularescence
Summary: For over a century, Adina has been completely lost about who she is or, more to the point, what she is. With Lady Johanna Constantine as her companion, she meets a stranger that immediately catches her eye.
Chapter 1:
Humanity always left Adina in awe. She appreciated, even slightly envied, the way humans deeply fell in love with one another and grew old. How they persevered and overcame fear with their courage. Even when all seemed lost. It was more difficult to see that they could become murderers, and rapists, and have an overwhelming need to achieve power at the expense of others. More than humanity, Adina adored the beauty that nature provided here. All the darkness she had seen gave her more reason to love all life. But as she stared out of the carriage, looking upon the rundown tavern, Adina was reminded that she was not human. That she felt completely and utterly out of place here.
"Hurry now, or we will miss our chance," Johanna ushered as she flung the door open, “with their help, we can finally understand what you are."
"This may not be your best idea," Adina told her.
"Are you not curious? They might be able to provide you with answers," she argued, "they may even be older than you are."
"You certainly have a point, but perhaps there is a reason they meet in secret. Not to mention, we are uninvited guests. I fear it's not wise."
"You've spent the last century wondering what you are and now that you're closer to the truth you wish to run? Are you afraid?"
"I'm terrified," Adina admitted, "and thinking that maybe this is a question better left unanswered."
Johanna then grasped both of Adina's hands and held them tightly, "Remember, I am here with you. It's you and me, yeah?"
Adina sat in silence for a moment, leering at the Inn. There was something else stopping her and made her hesitate. A presence that she could not decipher, one that was ancient, powerful, and dangerous. It was an odd sensation; it was unknown and yet it brought her comfort. Little did she know that just inside an anthropomorphic personification was acutely aware of her arrival as well.
A gentle smile formed from her lips, and she linked her arm with Johanna's, "Shall we head in then?"
"There's my girl."
Morpheus could feel the warmth and light that her presence radiated. He was overcome with this insistent need to follow it, allow it to lead him to her. There was an oddity about the woman that sparked his curiosity. Except he remained rooted in his seat, with the notion that he would find her another time, and redirected his attention back to the conversation at hand.
"There's a new system where they take English cotton goods to Africa, get a cargo of negroes, pack em' in like sardines. Same ship takes them back across the Atlantic," Hob explained with a sense of pride, "then comes back here with raw cotton, tobacco, and sugar... What?"
"It's a poor thing for one man to enslave another," Morpheus's tone had been even but to Adina, who was now listening intently from the catwalk above, it sounded as though he was looking down at the other man's success. With every right.
She reached out for Johanna's wrist and whispered,
"Wait, but for a moment,” Adina pleaded. Her dear friend nodded reluctantly and leaned back against the rail as they both continued to eavesdrop on a conversation that did not involve them.
Finally, Adina let her gaze fall upon the man... no, that didn't sound right, he was more than that. Throughout her time here she has never met nor seen a being quite like him. He was not human, that much she knew. With hair that was black as night and porcelain skin, making him look ethereal, as though he did not belong here like herself. But what truly drew her in, was the color of his eyes. They were a bright cerulean blue and deeper than any ocean she could drown in.
"I suggest you find yourself a different line of business, Robert Gadling,"
"You're giving me advice? After four hundred years," He chastised, "What happened to ‘live your life as you choose?"
"The choice is yours. But would you take that choice away from others?"
Adina was enthralled by the way he spoke. His words were chosen carefully and held meaning. He did not need to over explain, there was no reason for him to. And the timbre in his voice sent chills down her spine.
Robert looked down in shame, knowing that the being across from him was right, "I will consider your advice."
"I saw a production of Mrs. Siddons as Goneril. The idiots had given it a happy ending."
"That will not last. The great stories will always return to their original forms."
"That lad, Will Shakespeare. He turned out to be a half-decent playwright after all. You made some kind of deal with him, didn't you?"
"Perhaps."
"What kind of deal? His soul?"
"Nothing so crude."
"I have always found that some need more inspiration than others," Adina added, the words fumbling from her mouth before she could stop them. "My apologies, I know I should not be here."
"Yet you are," Morpheus quipped, a playful remark that held no annoyance. Instead, he found himself rather curious about the woman and asked, “Why?”
"I might ask both of you that same question, gentlemen," Johanna pipped in, "Please, please do not trouble yourselves to rise. These are Michael and Tobias."
"Johanna, what are you doing?" Adina was not one to resort to violence unless she deemed so, and this was not the time for a display of such acts.
“Leave the rest to me, darling. These two gentlemen are smugglers by trade. Although they’re only too glad to augment their earnings by slitting throats,” Johanna threatened, “if you move, they’ll slit yours.”
"That is entirely unnecessary and barbaric," Adina tried to reason, "I only came here hoping the two of you might help me, but I understand if you refuse to speak with me now. Johanna, come, we should leave them be."
"If you want answers, then this is what must be done,” Johanna pressed.
"Threatening their lives is not the way to approach this situation."
"No. No, I think not," Morpheus agreed. Adina noted the way his tone had changed, gentle but still commanding as he addressed her. A smile graced her lips that did not go unnoticed by him, and the King of Dreams was completely enamored.
He was unable to look away from the blonde woman standing before him, who met his gaze with respect and kindness. Her eyes were a bright green and gentle, filled with an honesty that most humans did not possess, not even Robert Gadling. Her golden hair fell past her slender shoulder in natural waves, and he imagined the strands feeling like silk between his fingers. He could not deny that she was stunning, blessed with beauty that no goddess could match.
But the spell was broken as Johanna’s voice rang through the air, "There is a tail in these London parts, that the Devil and the Wandering Jew meet once every century in a tavern. Two years passed, and sewn into the shirt of a dead man, I found this."
"Is that meant to be me," Robert asked baffled and Adina walked over to the table to view the sketch for the second time that day,
"Yes, it doesn't seem to capture your features at all. The nose is even all wrong."
"Oh, I look terrible," Robert glanced up at the man who sat across from him, "You look worse."
“It certainly doesn’t paint either of you in a good light.”
"Perhaps he or she needs more inspiration then," Robert remarked, and the sound of her soft laugh filled Morpheus’s ears, his attention now fully directed at her. But his eyes narrowed in on a pendant that fell out from under her white cloak, a moonstone. How odd, he thought. If such a stone was ever used by a wielder of magic it could absorb power.
“I’m afraid this artist is a lost cause. And it seems my manners have escaped me. My name is Adina.”
“Robert Gadling, a pleasure to meet you.”
“Likewise.”
Morpheus quietly observed how Adina easily connected with humans. As though it was second nature for her, and it was a trait she shared with his dear sister. He could feel a slight smirk tugging at his lips, secretly admiring the fact.
“Do not bother asking his name,” Robert added referring to his old friend, “he still has yet to tell me.”
Adina raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the information, “You meet with a man every hundred years and you have yet to know his name?”
“He dodges the personal questions.”
“Enough,” Johanna barked, “as I was saying you return to this pub every hundred years, striking bargains with men, sharing gifts, immortality, which you now share with me. Well, have you nothing to say?”
“I am no devil,” Morpheus answered slightly annoyed with the brunette, who had dared to command him.
It confused him to watch the two women, who were vastly different in personality, be close friends. Yet he could not help but feel as though something was off between the two. One was hiding a rather dark secret and he was quite determined to figure it out.
“I am not Jewish,” Robert added.
“Fine, well if you do not wish to answer, perhaps they can persuade you.”
Michael and Tobias stepped forward as Constantine retreated back to a secluded corner but before Robert could react, Adina smashed a teacup into Tobias’s face causing him to stumble backward, giving her a mere moment to pick up a knife. Michael had thrown a punch in her direction, but she quickly stepped aside, reversed her grip on the hilt, and plunged the blade deep into Michael’s chest then pushed his corpse to the floor with a heavy sigh.
“Bloody hell,” Robert mumbled in awe, as she then tossed the knife aside, metal clattering against the plate, and picked up a cloth to clean the blood from her hands.
Adina could feel eyes boring into the side of her face and she dared to glance over at Morpheus. There in his blue irises, she saw the swirl of the cosmos and it felt as though the air had been sucked out of her lungs. Her anger was coming to a simmer as he looked upon her with sympathy. He could see that it had pained Adina, that guilt weighed heavy in her heart, and he had to push away the urge to reach for her hand, to somehow provide comfort.
With caution, Johanna then approached Adina to comfort her with words, but shame rose from her chest and formed a lump in her throat. She did not dare speak. She knew that it was not easy for Adina to take the lives of others and always preferred to be a voice of reason between the two.
“I am sorry,” Johanna told her sheepishly.
“I know you mean well, and I love you dearly, as though you are my own sister. But this is not the way I wanted answers,” Adina hissed, not taking notice of Tobias slowly coming to and struggling to stand.
Robert had sprung from his chair, his fist colliding with Tobias’s cheek and the smuggler was out cold before he even hit the floor. Robert then stepped towards the brunette woman who immediately pointed a blade of her own at him. Adina had taken a step forward to stand between them and hopefully disarm Johanna until a commanding voice stopped her,
“Wait,” Morpheus spoke up as he stood and reached into his jacket pocket. Adina furrowed her eyebrows together in question, watching the man as he held out his hand and with a soft blow of air, gold sand traveled over to Johanna. She immediately dropped to her knees, eyes turning white, and quietly mumbled to herself.
“Well, that is one way to keep her from making things worse,” Adina commented, “This is not what I had in mind when I sought the two of you out.”
“Her actions are not yours to bear,” he reminded.
“Quite true. Maybe you can teach me how to do that, it could be useful in the future.”
“I’m afraid such power resides with me alone.”
“What a pity,” she jested with a smirk.
“What did you do to her,” Robert questioned Morpheus.
“She has old ghosts that I have shown to her. She will recover,” Morpheus assured and took a step toward Adina, “And you did not need to come to my defense.”
“Yes, well, her behavior was unwarranted. As was mine, I sincerely apologize for interrupting such a private occasion.”
“Perhaps you should keep better company,” He suggested and was rewarded with a small chuckle from the blonde woman.
“You are not the first person to say such a thing. She has only ever been trying to help me.”
“Care to explain what exactly she is helping you with,” Hob wondered.
“A little over a century ago Johanna’s great-grandmother found me unconscious but my memories before that are gone. I have nothing more to go on, unfortunately.”
“You’re like me then unable to die,” he concluded.
“Not quite,” Morpheus corrected still keeping eye contact with Adina who was now standing only mere inches away from him. A sense of ease washed over him as the sweet smell of lilies filled his lungs and it assured him that he would not be wrong to trust her. “You are not human.”
“Neither are you,” she pointed out, seeming to find relief in the common ground they shared, “I was thinking you might be able to help me but given what has happened I would understand if you were hesitant.”
Adina was not wrong, nonetheless, he was insanely curious about her. It was not her beauty that Morpheus felt enraptured with it was her kindness. How she addressed others with such a soft tone. That display earlier, he did not expect it to come from someone of her nature, yet violence was not something she shied away from. He truly wanted to know more about Adina. He wanted to know her fears to keep them away at night. He wanted to know her hopes and dreams.
“I cannot help you restore your memories but as to what you are,” he leaned in a bit closer, “perhaps you and I can find out together, without your… friend.”
“Is that your only condition?”
“Yes, will that be an issue?”
“Of course not, but I have no intention of keeping it a secret from her.” Adina glanced down at Johanna and with a defeated sigh, she poured herself a glass of wine and suggested, “Robert perhaps you should disappear for the time being. Johanna will not stop trying to find you, she is stubborn that way. I know of someone who can get you out of the city.”
“That’s not necessary.”
“She is right,” Morpheus added, “Constantine may have told others about our meeting. It will not be safe for you.”
“I’m perfectly safe. I can’t die, remember?”
“Even so, Johanna will not give up on her quest for power. You may live on, but I’d prefer it if you weren’t hurt or captured,” Adina implored. “Meet me at the docks tonight. I will buy you some time, until then you must be cautious.”
“Tonight then,” Hob agreed and leaned in placing a chaste kiss upon Adina’s cheek, “Thank you.”
“It is the least I can do, now go on both of you. I will deal with this mess.”
However, Morpheus stayed behind for a moment intently watching Adina as she kneeled down next to Tobias and poured a type of liquid onto a cloth. She then put it up to the man’s nose, and within mere moments Tobias was sitting up coughing heavily and frantically looking around.
“Easy now, love. Slow down,” she spoke gently, “Do I need to remind you what will happen if you breathe a word of this?”
“No,” he answered shaking his head.
“Then here is your pay and I would advise you to find a different line of work, Tobias. I see you anywhere near this Inn, you will suffer a fate worse than your brother.”
“Adina-.”
“It’s all right, and I am sorry about Michael.”
“I know. Everything was going to catch up to him eventually.”
“Go on now.”
“I won’t forget this,” he exclaimed before rushing out the door.
“You are letting him go,” Morpheus wondered aloud, and Adina jumped slightly at the sound of his voice, forgetting that he had been there the whole time. “I did not mean to frighten you.”
“You didn’t,” she assured, turning around to face him, “I thought you might have left by now.”
“There is something I would like to discuss but you have yet to answer my question.”
“I see forgiveness is not your strong suit,” Adina teased with a smile only he did not see the humor in her words, “but forgiveness is not about the person who has wronged you, it’s about being able to heal. Tobias had more reason to leave the smuggling business behind. He has a wife and two children; a desperate man will do anything to provide for his family. While Michael enjoyed the suffering of others.”
“You had no reason to help us.”
“And yet you have every reason to give me the same punishment as you have given Johanna,” She moved closer to him and her gaze did not waver as she explained, “Simply doing something that you feel is right does not need a reason. I do not expect anything from you in return.”
“Except for my help,” he corrected.
“I was hoping that would be given willingly not because I chose to do something out of kindness.”
“Can I trust you to keep your word then?”
“About Robert? I assure you he is safe with me. Johanna will never know where he is if I do not.”
Morpheus has existed for eons, and no one had approached him with kindness, at least from anyone who did not want anything in return. Taking that single step left between them, he whispered,
“You are an oddity., Adina”
“You speak as though you are not one yourself,” a shy smile played on her lips as she avoided eye contact, “You show people their nightmares and have yet to tell me or Robert your name. I would argue that you are the peculiar one.”
“Is that what you want in return,” he felt a smirk tug at the edges of his mouth, “To know my name?”
“Only if you are willing to give it.”
His lips curled into an amused smirk, even now she was giving him a choice. Perhaps she had manipulated this from the beginning and if that were true, he did not mind. So, without a second thought, he gave her what she wanted,
“Morpheus.”
“Morpheus,” she repeated, and he found himself enjoying the way it sounded, softly spoken as though it was a whisper in the wind. “Well, it was quite a pleasure meeting you but if Johanna did in fact tell anyone else, this is not the place you want to be.”
There was genuine concern in her tone that made him believe that she might actually care, but she cares for all life. He was not special to her, and yet he longed to be, he desired to mean something to her. Whatever form that took.
"Until we meet again," he tilted his head slightly bidding her farewell, and headed towards the door.
"Wait," She called out, and Morpheus glanced at her from the corner of his eye, "When will I see you again?"
"Say my name, and I will come find you."
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𝓸𝓱 𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓶𝓪𝓷! ; the sandman universe OC.
𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾'𝓂 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓈𝓉
𝓈𝑜 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒. 💫 𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘦 '𝘢𝘴𝘩' 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳 ; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘳.
#the sandman#the sandman oc#the sandman rp#sandman#sandman rp#the sandman fanfic#sandman x reader#the dream oc#the dream of endless#Morpheus#allaboutocs#toalltheocsivelovedbefore#Tom Sturridge#Dream of the Endless#neil gaiman#someone stop me#ocappreciationtag#platonic relationships
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New people in town
Joel Miller x Ex-lover!Reader (She/her), OC!May Miller x Mom!Reader, Tommy Miller x Reader (Platonic af)
Chapter II
Summary: In which a girl discovers how the new man in town — who was accompanied by another teenage girl — and her mother were closely and intimately related once, and how almost two decades after they last saw each other, their reunion could possibly turn their worlds upside down.
New people in town playlist! ✨
Warning: swear words, mentions of death, violence and sex, possible smut in the future, ANGST, etc. Possible spoilers!
A/N: English is not my maternal language, Spanish is, so I will take advantage of that in the future lmao. Also if you see any grammatical error, please let me know!
Tag list: Open! If you wanna be tag let me know, also if by any chance you wanna get removed, also let me know! Ty :)
Feedback is really appreciated! ❤️
2005
She wasn't the least bit used to sleeping next to someone, sharing a bed and such a small space. Even before the outbreak, she was not. Yes, she had occasionally shared a bed with one of her girl or guy friends, but it came always from the most platonic place possible. Whenever she had had sex, it had always been sporadic, with no possibility of sleeping in the same bed with such people.
This time it was different, he was different. And that was a problem. She didn't know if allowing herself to let her guard down in that way was going to benefit her in any way, or the opposite.
For every time you let someone into your life in a cruel world like the one she lived in, it only meant one more loss at some point.
The man she had lying next to her, naked, was not her boyfriend — in fact, he wasn't even her friend — they were partners, strictly. And roommates, occasionally. Still, she let her guard down for once, and so she ended up clinging to the warm, broad back of her partner, who was sleeping on his right side. She rested her forehead against the back of his neck, and as she closed her eyes, she listened to the rain falling outside.
It wasn't until her breathing matched his and she was about to fall asleep that he shifted his position and turned onto his left side, coming face to face with her, who still had her eyes closed, even though she was still pretty much awake.
"Shit." He mumbled in the darkness of the room, seeing her body so close to his. Naked and vulnerable, just like him. He did no more, admiring her briefly and pondering the situation he found himself in, despite the heaviness of his eyelids, he shook and dropped his head back onto the pillow, hiding his face in her hair, after that, he hugged her waist over the old blanket that covered them both.
When their breaths came in rhythm again, she opened her eyes and looked up, noticed his relaxed expression and ventured to stealthily bring her hand to the scar on the right side of his forehead, stroked it gently, lovingly, then moved on to caress the curls at the back of his head.
The rain was now falling harder outside, which caused her to look up to the window of the room, still not moving her head in the slightest. The water was falling heavily and was accompanied by the occasional silver streak of a lightning.
It was as if, in some way, the storm that was raging outside was a reflection of the internal struggle she was having.
Was letting her guard down with him a wise choice? Would it hurt in any way? Was he an exception, perhaps, even though they were still strangers?
Before she could even have an answer to all those questions in her head, she fell into the arms of Morpheus. And for the first time since it all began, she slept with an unfamiliar, warm sense of security, which allowed her to feel some sort peace.
2023
"Be very, very careful, okay, my love?" Said the progenitor whom still continued to see the teen as her baby. "Listen always to-"
"-Your aunt Maria. All the time, yeah, okay? I'll be fine. We won't go far." Said the young woman, named May, as she pulled on her gloves before heading to the horse she was about to ride.
"I will have my eyes on her, all the time. Nothing will happen to her, also I will make sure she learns a thing or two." Maria said as she approached the duo, she was accompanied by her husband, Tommy, and the horse she was gonna rode in. "She is a very sharp and clever girl, I assure you she will be a great addition to the expedition and patrol group."
"Maybe one day I can take charge of leading them, you'll see." Half-joked the curly-haired young woman, giving a glance at all the members of her little family.
"It's only a matter of time, sweetheart." Her uncle said, giving his niece a smile as he patted her shoulder playfully. "While you're gone I'll take care of your dearest mother here."
"Thanks, Uncle Tommy." May said before hugging her uncle tightly.
"You're getting stronger and stronger." The man commented with a tone of surprise as he felt the strong grip the young girl had exercised in that brief embrace.
"That's what happens when you lift more weights than your uncle." The brown-eyed girl scoffed, before glancing at her mother, who was looking at the pair in amusement.
"See you in the afternoon, mama." Said the young girl before hugging her mother. Unlike the hug she had with her uncle, this one lasted a little longer and was gentler.
Before they broke the embrace, Red took her daughter's face and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Enjoy the experience, and you better let me know how it went later." She said, squeezing her daughter's hands affectionately, before letting her go.
"Shall I walk you to the clinic?" Tommy asked, after watching his wife and niece ride off on their respective horses.
"Yeah, let's go, Texas."
Tommy ran a hand through his mustache and looked at his friend, who was walking silently beside him. She wore a small smile on her face, one that reflected melancholy, even regret in a way. The younger Miller put his hand on her shoulder, which caused her to stop and give him a curious look.
"What's on your mind, my friend?"
"It's nothing."
"Red?" the man asked, folding his arms. "Spill it, come on."
"Tommy." She said resting her hands on her hips.
"Reddie." He mimicked her, trying to goad her into talking. "I'm your best friend, you know you can tell me anything. You'll never be judged."
"I'm late for work."
The dark curly-haired man looked at his watch, then at his friend. "It's still 20 minutes before you start your shift at the clinic."
"She looks more like him every day." She said at last. "She’ll be 18 in a few weeks and in a way... I can't stop thinking about him lately. And everything he's missed out on with her, because of me."
"Oh, honey." Tommy sighed before pulling her into his body, and resting one of his hands on her head.
"Because of my fucking selfishness and fear of telling him the truth, May has grown up without her father and Joel doesn't even know he has a daughter."
"Listen to me, okay?" his best friend demanded as he grabbed her face with both hands, causing her to fix her gaze on his. "You made the right decision by leaving Boston and not looking back. Don't get me wrong, I love my big brother dearly, but back then, Joel was a fucking mess and didn't care if he blew up everything in his path after Sarah's death. Joel was only a shell of what he once was."
"Don't you think at least I should-"
"Don't torment yourself with the 'what ifs'. They won't help you at all." Tommy wiped the tears away from his friend's face and gave her a small smile. "Besides, you should be proud of the tremendous good job you've done raising your daughter on your own, on your fucking own, and in this fucking post-apocalyptic world.
"Thanks, Miller." Said the woman, smiling at her daughter's uncle. "You know what I love about May? She smiles when she sleeps, whenever I think about it, I feel so much better. Thinking about making sure she keeps smiling… motivates me to keep going."
"Sarah used to do that too."
"Yeah?" the Nurse asked, her eyes lighting up at the thought of the two sisters sharing one more small gesture. "I wish they'd met."
"Sarah would have adored May. Believe me when I tell you she wouldn't have left your daughter's side no matter what."
2005
"Are you all right?" asked the comforting voice from behind her, soon after she felt a gentle squeeze on her shoulder.
She brought her hand to his and closed her eyes briefly, trying to hold back the tears. She knew Joel wasn't a man who showed his feelings, he wasn't usually physically close to her, except for when they slept together.
She didn't know much about him, or his life before the apocalypse. She for sure knew very basic and trivial things, which you might find out about someone on a first date. But at the same time, even when she didn't know anything about his past, she felt an intimate connection and familiarity with him. She felt safe, secure. He was the only person who conveyed that to her.
"Yes, don't worry." She said, nodding slightly, as she brushed her tears away with her free hand.
He knelt down in front of her and cupped her face with both hands. From where she sat on his couch, she could only stand silently watching him intently. He was covered in grime and dust, probably from all the hard work he had done throughout the day. "Something happened at work."
"That sounds like a statement you're making."
"I know it is." He said with his characteristic tone, rough, but soft somehow. "Has anyone given you trouble?" the man questioned with a frown. She didn't answer. "Should I break someone’s jaw to-"
"-No!"
"Do... you want to talk about it?"
She sniffled and looked up at the ceiling, trying to hold back the tears that again threatened to spill from her eyes. She shook her head vigorously, and gently rested her forehead against his. "Joel... I- You'll see..."
"What's wrong?"
"I know it's just sex between us, and other than that, we're partners and occasionally roommates, but... can I ask you a favour?" the young adult woman asked, showing her weakness.
"I guess, yes."
"Can we — just for tonight, just for once — sleep together, just sleep?" With trepidation she asked. "I know that because of everything you've been through, you keep your distance from people, but I'm asking you… please. Just for one night, can we be friends? You're the closest thing I have to one here."
Joel seemed to think about it, but a few seconds later he nodded slightly, and without a word, rose from the floor and offered a hand to her, who took it. He pulled her to his body, and she collapsed into tears on his chest.
"Shh... easy. I've got you." He planted a kiss on her hairline and with one hand stroked her back. Her breath hitched briefly, but for a few moments she allowed herself to enjoy and savour this unusual little moment with him.
She was so fucked. She was toasted, no doubt about it.
Despite the fact that they were practically, as many would say, perfect strangers, she had fallen in love with him, and she knew that wasn't the fucked up part of the whole situation. The doubly fucked up part was making a decision as to how she was going to let him go.
It shouldn't be that hard, she used to think from time to time. He doesn't feel anything for me, she used to think too.
It should be relatively easy, shouldn't it? To let go of a person who you know doesn't love you back. Who you know doesn't see you as anything more than a partner, who would help him from time to time with some smuggling business or help him to patch up the wounds he got, either from a fight or from the work he did to earn ration cards. Well, that and a person with whom she occasionally fucked — lately much more frequently than before — to relieve his stress, anger, or whatever.
She didn't mind, when she felt the same way she would go to him for exactly the same thing. Only unlike him, at some point along the way, she ended up catching feelings for the guy from Texas.
Holy fuck.
2023
"Hey, mama!" The young woman with curly brown hair said coming through the door. She was almost 18 years old, tall and with slightly tanned skin. She had a beautiful, radiant smile, which made her nose, identical to her mother's, scrunch slightly. But undoubtedly her most distinctive features were her huge chocolate eyes and the freckles that adorned her cheeks and nose — a trait her own mother did not know from whom she had inherited them.
"Honey, what's wrong?" Her mother, no more than 43 years old, replied as she looked at her daughter curiously. "How did your first expedition out of Jackson go? Did you do what we agreed, May?" she asked, arching an eyebrow and crossing her arms, waiting for an answer.
"Always do what Aunt Maria says. Yes, maaaama." The young woman said as she leaned against the kitchen counter, and watched intently as her mother prepared the evening's dinner. "It was quite unexpected what happened today. You see, a man and his daughter, came in asking for Uncle Tommy."
"Maybe an old friend of his. You know, from when he was with the Fireflies." The mother said to her daughter as she opened the oven door, then picked up the big tray she was going to put in the oven.
"No, not exactly, madre. That man was looking for his brother, Uncle Tommy."
CLANK!
Once the tray made contact with the floor, silence reigned in the kitchen for a few seconds. The young girl approached her mother, concern and nervousness flooding her face.
"Mama, are you okay?" the chocolate-eyed girl asked. "Mom, do you know that man? Do you know who he is?" May asked in a whisper, as she stroked her mother's back.
She could only nod awkwardly and slowly, as she was unable to look her daughter in the eyes. She swallowed and went to one of the kitchen stools, where she sat down and hid her face in her hands.
She sighed regretfully, before opening her eyes and pushing her hair behind her ears. "Yes, I know him — knew him. That was a lifetime ago, my love. But that was before you were even born."
"Did he know... my father? Or perhaps he knows what has become of him?"
The woman looked at her daughter, and brought a hand to the stool beside her, inviting her beloved daughter, the thing she loved most in this broken world, to take her place beside her. "May. You should sit down, I think it's time I told you about him. It's time I told you about your real father — Joel Miller."
"Joel Miller? As if Miller like- Uncle Tommy?"
"Yes." Red admitted with a sense of defeat.
"I don't get it, Mom." With confusion reflected on her face the little girl said. "I'm supposed to have adopted my last name from Tommy because I needed one for school?"
"May. You see-"
"You're telling me that Uncle Tommy is, in fact, my uncle not only because of your good relationship, but also because of what he is biologically?" May gripped the kitchen counter tightly, while frowning and still confused, she tried to process the information she was receiving. "When were you going to tell me all this? Or didn't you plan to?"
"I don't know, sweetheart." She answered honestly as she stood up and tried to take her daughter's hand, to try to comfort her.
The teenager pulled her hand away before she could even touch it. She felt betrayed by her own mother. "Please- Don't!" She exclaimed raising her hands in the air in frustration. "Is that the reason he's here looking for Tommy!? Because he knows his brother has practically raised his daughter?"
Red was silent for a few seconds. "No... no that's- No. Besides, that's not possible."
"Ah, so Joel Miller has no interest in meeting own daughter?" the young woman asked sharply, as tears formed in her eyes.
"No, May, that's not it, alright?" sighed the mother as she looked away from her daughter and tried to find a way to tell her the truth.
"Then why?"
"Because he doesn't know he has a daughter."
"I mean, he- He's come all this way and he doesn't even know about me?" May asked, trying to stifle a sob. "Why didn't you tell me all this before?"
"Because I wanted to protect you!"
"From what? Holy shit, mom!" May exploded. She could no longer contain herself.
"From the fucking truth!" Her mother exclaimed in the same way. "That I was a fucking coward. And that because of my fucking decisions Joel hasn't even had a chance to... know about you."
"One thing we agree on then, mother. You're a fucking coward!"
A lump formed in Red's throat. Her breath hitched, her heart skipped a beat and her body began to tremble. Tears blurred her vision and she was unable to watch as her daughter angrily left the scene, which she let her know due to the tremendous slamming of the front door of the house, giving her to understand that she had left the house and left her alone, by herself with her regrets.
2005
“Joel.
Honestly, I don't know why I'm writing you this letter. I don't know if you care enough about me to at least write you an explanation, I guess I'm doing it rather for me. By the time you read this I will be gone. I'll probably be far away, maybe I'll never come back, or maybe I will.
I don't know what will become of me and that terrifies me, but at the same time it motivates me to keep going, to keep fighting. Just like you. Even though I haven't known you for very long, you've made a big impact on me. I know that we are very different, I know that many times we have disagreed on many things and that we have clashed, but even so, when I was not up to the task and I have probably been a hindrance to you, you have protected me and taken care of me — always from a distance, except when we both sought comfort in each other's arms —.
I know the last thing you want is to leave another person in your life. It's understandable, especially in a world like this where that means loss. This is one of the reasons why I'm leaving. To avoid jumping over the walls you have built, so that I can respect your boundaries and prevent you from ending up like me. I don't know at what point it happened, but you managed to jump over all my walls. You've been the only person capable of doing it until now and that terrifies me. I'm terrified of losing you. I'm also terrified of staying in Boston and seeing you letting your guard down with someone else, not being that person. I know it's selfish, but I didn't want to risk living in this broken world with an even more broken heart. It's probably already like that.
It already breaks my heart to leave you behind, without saying goodbye, but I know I will heal. I will find something that gives meaning to my life and I will fight on. I hope, too, that when you're ready, you'll find that reason too.
Try to be happy.
I love you.”
2023
"May! May!" Red exclaimed as she pounded on the door of Tommy and Maria's house. "Anybody home? Maria?" She asked as she took a few steps back and peered into the windows of the house, trying to see if there was movement inside.
She looked around the house and tried to see if there was any sign of the young girl with the curly hair anywhere, but there didn't seem to be any luck. She put her hands to her mouth and tried to warm them. She watched as the snow began to fall again, which caused her to go briefly into a small trance.
She remembered May's first snowfall, in the winter of 2005. She was only a few weeks old and they were both alone on the road, trying to find a safe place to spend the night. May had not stopped crying all day, hungry because she was not producing enough milk, as she had barely found food and water the last few days. The little girl's cries kept her mother alert all the time, waiting for an infected to appear and attack them. She could still remember the terror and paranoia in her bones. It wasn't until the snow began to fall that the newborn girl calmed down, watching the snowflakes fall, so that soon after she fell asleep.
"That May you are looking for is not here.”Said a voice that brought her out of her trance.
She walked back to the front door and there she saw a person she didn't recognise, poking her head out from inside. "You are not Maria.” Said the woman with obviousness.
"No. I'm Ellie." Said the young teenager, looking her up and down.
"You are the kid who was with Joel." Red muttered, looking at her intently. She didn't look like him.
Maybe she looked like her mother?
"Do you know him?" Ellie asked as she opened the door all the way and showed her body.
She nodded. "I used to, a long time ago." She replied rubbing her hands together from the cold. "I imagine you and your father came all the way from Boston. I hope the trip wasn't too hard," Red said sincerely, as she gave the teenager a small smile.
"That old man isn't my dad." Ellie laughed at the witticism of the woman standing a few feet away from her. "But- uhm... thanks?" She replied at what the woman had said to her about the trip there.
Reddie nodded her head and gave Ellie another small smile before setting off to find her daughter.
"Wait!" Ellie said to her from the doorway, causing her to turn and look at her curiously. "Why don't you go inside and wait for Maria? She'll be able to help you."
"Thanks, but I can't." She thanked the girl. "Please, when you see Maria or Tommy, can you tell them that if they see May to tell her that her mother is looking for her and to come home?"
The teen nodded her head. "I will." She whispered, in response.
"Thank you so much, Ellie." May's mother told her before turning back on her heels and heading off to find her daughter. "By the way, welcome to Jackson!" Ellie heard her saying from a little further away.
The young girl smiled to herself and watched as the woman disappeared into the distance, closing the door as she felt a cold breeze, but not before wondering how she knew Joel.
[…]
It had been three, almost four hours since May had left home and her mother had not been able to find her. It was as if she had disappeared from town. She had looked everywhere; at her friends' house, at Tommy and Maria's house twice, in the main hall of the village, in the stables... nothing!
She walked silently down the empty main street, not a soul was there. Everyone was gathered around the main hall watching that film of which she couldn't remember the name. Now it was colder than before, the sun had set a while ago and the snow was still falling, although now with less force.
She stopped to look at the Christmas tree and thought of her family, of all those she had lost. She smiled sadly as she wished things were different and that she could be held by her loved ones once more. She wished that the Outbreak had never happened, that nothing was the way it was.
No! Not that!
She shook her head, trying to shake off the thought. Yes, there were things she missed from her life 20 years ago, and there were certainly things she wished she hadn't lived since then. But May? May was a blessing and the best thing that had ever happened to her in her entire earthly existence. She was grateful to have her, and therefore thanked any deity or cosmic force for having put the Miller brothers in her path.
She resumed her walk once again, leaving the Christmas tree behind her. Hopefully her daughter would be there by now and they could talk about everything at length. At the thought, her stomach sank with nerves. But she ignored it.
May deserved to know the truth, she deserved to know everything.
As she was so wrapped up in her own thoughts, she didn't see that silhouette appear from the side and practically jump out at her, causing her to fall to the snowy ground surprised. But when she heard her daughter's laughter, a huge sense of relief washed over her.
She clung in a hug to her daughter's body, which was lying on top of hers, and then, she too burst out laughing. She looked to her side once her daughter lay on the floor beside her. She sighed and watched intently as the young woman, who was undoubtedly the spitting image of her one-time lover, gazed raptly at the night sky and lights around her.
"I'm so sorry, Mama. For how I behaved with you before." Said the young woman, a mist adorned the words that left her lips.
"I'm sorry too, baby girl. For not telling you the truth before." She apologised too, as she sat down on the floor.
Her daughter mimicked her and sat down as well, took her mother's cold hand in hers and rubbed it gently. "I want to know everything. No more half-truths, okay?"
"Okay." Reddie said as she brushed an unruly curl away from her daughter's face, tucking it behind her ear. She stroked her cheek with her free hand and gave her a small smile. "Fancy a hot chocolate in front of the fireplace... while I tell you all?"
"Sounds great!" May said as she stood up from the floor and offered a hand to her to make it easier for her to get up. "Now get up, you're freezing. You'll catch a cold."
The mother flinched at the almost adult woman's comment. "Since when do you behave as if you were my mother?"
"Since I'm the one who has to pick you up off the floor like you are a little girl?" the young Miller laughed.
"Ha! I love you, too, you nightmare child." Red said carelessly, shaking off the snow on her legs. She looked at her daughter who was suddenly silent. "May?" she asked, noticing that the girl was staring at a spot behind her.
"Mama..." the young girl whispered, looking at her with an expression she couldn't quite make out, only to turn her attention back to what she had previously been staring at, causing her mother to turn and look in that direction as well.
And there he was.
The man she had loved for all those years and had to leave behind. This time he was different from the last time she saw him, obviously, time had passed for him too. His gorgeous curly hair had gone grayer, and so did his beard. But without a doubt he still had almost the same physical constitution as he had had almost 20 years ago.
He was still just as undeniably handsome, though.
"Joel..." she let out in a whisper, which she doubted he would ever hear.
The man looked at her with surprise, as if he had seen a ghost, in a way. He certainly hadn't expected that after all those years he would see her again, let alone there.
Not after convincing himself that he would never see her again.
He looked at her carefully, hoping to somehow rule out that what he was seeing, not far from him, wasn't some kind of trick his mind was playing on him. Then his gaze shifted to the young teenager, who, stunned by the scene before her, shifted her gaze from her mother to the man she had discovered a few hours ago to be her father, repeatedly.
Red took May's hand and the young girl squeezed it, looked down at their hands and then back up at Joel, who was still looking at them. The adult woman bit her lower lip and tried to articulate a word, but was unable to.
Then it was when she saw it in his gaze, which changed from surprise to realization, that something had clicked in his head. It was as if he had found the last missing piece in the puzzle he had been unable to solve all that time.
And what to say. No words were needed. It was in the soft sound of the winter night, in the gentle, cold breeze, that the truth came out.
That truth he had been unaware of, until that precious moment.
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗 (i don't know if you do these sorts of chain-letter things, or if you'd prefer not to, but for my part i do like to know which of their works a given author is especially hype on, so consider this an opportunity to gush!)
Well I've only got 6 fics available online so it's going to be easy to answer that LOL I used to have more, all Reylo fics, but one day I took them all off because 1) they were my first and last experience at writing "AUs" aka at playing dolls with characters I never really shipped in their canon universe (sorry for those who like them but I really don't get the popularity of that ship) 2) they were constantly snubbed so I thought I was a hack who couldn't write. Wrong fandom + imposter syndrome = I woke up one morning and went through a destruction phase. I kept the fics in my docs though. There's one I think I could convert into an original story.... One day 🤣
But back to the subject: I'll start to class them by personal preference rather than by fandom, so sorry if it looks a bit messy... Like the inside of my head haha.
Rise and Shine (The Sandman/Sweetbitter crossover)
I wrote this one as a gift for Tom Sturridge 💜 There was a girl on Twitter who had the wonderful idea of putting together a book containing fan art, fan letters and short fics, with the purpose of giving it to Tom when she'd meet him at the Basinkton Con. So I came up with this one shot, where Jake from Sweetbitter meets Dream of the Endless. Definitely my favorite work.
2. Lost Souls (Sweetbitter)
It's an unfinished project but it's my 2nd favorite fic. I just love this story and even though it's quite clear that I lost my audience lately, probably because I spend too much time on my characters' personal story and not enough on the romaaaaance for most of fanfic readers, I like very much the direction it's taking. I'm actually considering dropping it as a fanfic and turning it into an original novel. Lately I've been sick as hell and unable to write a line, but I thought a lot about this fanfiction thing: I don't get the hang of it. I tried, and tried, but I can't seem to grasp what the average fanfic reader wants. And Lost Souls, well, with a few changes I think I can easily make it an original story. Not to mention that "Jake", yikes.... I really don't like that name. Anyway, I love this fic.
3. Dream a Little Dream of Us (The Sandman)
It's my version of "Johanna Constantine, Nuala the Elf and Hob Gadling walk into a bar..." Except it's happening after Morpheus' death, and they're all dreaming. It's a very sweet fic that I wrote for Sandtober 2023 and I like it very much:
4. It's So Cold (Sherlock, platonic Sherlolly)
I warned you it would be messy, didn't I? 🤣 For this one I put myself in Molly Hooper's shoes and tried to imagine remember how it felt to be in love with a man who doesn't love me.
5. Bitter Sweet Lullaby (The Sandman, Dream x OC)
This short "story" is in fact an excerpt from the Sandman fic I began writing several months ago but that I have reworked so it would stand on its own for Sandtober2023.
It tells a part of Dream's past, where a fae named Eleanora, the princess of Faery, made Dream happy. I'm sorry I can't tell you more about her and what happens to her because it would spoil the fun to come, except that she is post Endless Nights and pre-Vortex but pre-Titiana and pre-Alianora.
In this scene I also include Larri Bea’s lovely song ‘Dream’s lullaby’; as it was written specifically for Dream, it gave me the idea of having it sung to him by the woman he loved :)
#ask answered#writing asks#my fics#my writing#the sandman fanfiction#sweetbitter fanfiction#sherlock fanfiction#The sandman#Sweetbitter#Sherlock
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WIP List :)
Hi y'all❤️ Here's a list of my current (long standing) WIPs if anyone's interested.❤️ *Note all my reader insert stories are written with the use of she/her for pronouns* KEY: (x) indicates romantic relationship --- (&) indicates platonic relationship --- (+) indicates character is mentioned but may not be physically present
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Ready and Waiting- Stuff that's finished but unpublished:
Ice Cream Scoops (John Shelby x Reader)-A brief introduction to how John Shelby and Y/N L/N met and why John ended up dying every pair of his older brothers' boxers pink because of it... (1.8k)
Lost (Platonic Morpheus & Child Reader)- A quick imagine I wrote when watching The Sandman a few months ago, about a child Morpheus meets during his captivity. (598)
When You Left (Michael Gray x Reader)- ⚠️⚠️There will be a number of possible warnings in this one so please read them⚠️⚠️ This story in the form of headcannons is about when Michael runs into a girl he loved back from his village. Even though it's been years since he's seen her, he still loves her and wants to try being with her again. But what he didn't know was what was happened after he left.... (3.3k)
Remember Last Time (Alfie Solomons x Reader)- An interlude during Ring Around the Roses: On the way home from Tommy's party, Alfie's question to his wife inadvertently brings up a memory they'd both forgotten. And while Y/N can't stop laughing, Alfie is left to question all his life choices ... again... (1.4k)
Note: I don't put my little "hey what do y'all think about this" blurbs on here so there are usually a few of those in my drafts too.
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In The Works- Ideas that aren't complete but I have started writing (I.E: what I'm likely stuck on like super glue):
CATastrophe (Alfie Solomons x Reader)- Alfie said the kitten could stay on ONE condition: It couldn't make a mess of anything. And you promised him that the cute little fur ball wouldn't even dream of spilling a drop of milk.... Unfortunately, the kitten made no such promises....
The History of Herstory (Alfie Solomons x Reader)- Technically a prelude to His Aunt's Stories, but this could be read as a stand alone about how a pre-war Alfie met his wife and why it wasn't love at first sight.
The "Hor" Man (Tommy Shelby x Reader & OC Child)- When a small boy takes his hand and asks for help getting home, the big brother in Tommy can't help but emerge. The only problem is the child already expects Tommy to know his address... even when Tom's never see this kid a day in his life.
Something New (Finn Shelby x Reader)- When looking for a surprise, Finn remembers the first time he meet his girl so many years ago. My favourite Finn mini trope where he falls for the person who teaches him to read.... After he embarrasses himself of course.
Glasses and Glasses (Finn Shelby x Reader)- After a fearsome storm forced the Shelby family back to their old betting shop on Watery Lane one morning, they are surprised to see someone who is absolutely not Finn comes down the stairs. The only question is.... it's been ten minutes, why hasn't she seen them yet?
Witness Protection (Alfie Solomons x Reader)- (POSSIBLY HEADCANNONS?) After seeing a crime that was not in fact his fault, Alfie's now stuck under the “protection” of the most infuriatingly positive "copper" London has, and no matter what he does, he can’t seem to get rid of her.
Try My Drink (Finn Shelby x Reader)- Having dated in secret for a few months now, the truth may all be revealed when Y/N's friends notice something odd about her drink...it is her drink right? Or is is someone else's too?... (if you notice a similar scene in "Thinking of You, I Live, that's because I wrote the idea here first and liked it so much I added it in there w/ a few changes....and forgot to finish this....but hey! GO RECYCLING!!!♻️
Daydreaming of Us (Alfie Solomons x Reader)- The Second Part of "Man of My Dreams" where Y/N once again begrudgingly finds herself face to face with her "True Love". Only this time it's on his terf...But it's ok because she's getting married soon and Alfie will be in the past.....At least thats what Tommy claims...
Take My Photo (Finn Shelby x Reader)- Last week Y/N and Finn went to get their photo taken by a professional photographer. There wasn't any specific reason for it. Finn just said he'd like a nice photo of them both for the apartment. But when they get the pictures back, Y/N sees something she didn't notice before....
Three Letter Story (Probably Finn Shelby x Reader, maybe Bonnie, Isaiah, or Michael too)- A intricate 3 part series I forgot I fully planned out a year ago about a love filled relationship that evolves over the course of WWII. It's set to be told over the course of three different letters from different young soldiers witnessing the event. Full of hidden messages and double meanings, you should know how this story ends by the time the last letter begins. (I wish I hadn't forgotten about this one, I'm super excited about it there's a rhyme and everything)
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On Deck- Things I haven't stared writing but I have a desire to make and want to start next once I get it out of my brain:
Finding the Finn in Funeral (Finn Shelby x Reader & Shelby Family)- Well, the Garrison Blew up again. And unfortunately it wasn't empty this time. The youngest Shelby was caught in the blast and has been blown to bits .....Though in a typical Shelby manner, no one told him.
Like A Good Neighbour (Bob Floyd x Reader & Jake Seresin)- A second look into the life of Y/N Floyd, set after she surprises her husband. After injuring herself on a run, Y/N is luckily saved by one very helpful neighbor. And while waiting for her husband, she may learn a few new things about the khakied crusader. (In which I finally find an excuse to make more insurance puns :D...)
The Final Chapter (Alfie Solomons & Arthur Shelby + Reader)- The concluding bit after His Aunt's Stories where the truth comes to light for everyone... And it's finally time for a beloved story to end.
Help Wanted (Finn Shelby & Reader + Alfie Solomons)- Another snippet into the relationship of Finn and Alfie's Step Daughter. This one will be about how they first met and how they became a friends before it was something else.
He Pasta Way (Luca Changretta x Reader & OC children)- Luca has mixed emotions upon seeing the present his children just made for him. Sure he loves them, but did his wife really have to give the good pasta for their crafts?
I Changed My Mind (Alfie Solomons x Reader)- The second part of Ring Around the Roses, after Tommy receives at letter that Alfie isn't dead, Y/N is left with a choice to make....But which one will it be?
Rollin 'round the Bend (Tommy Shelby & Daughter Reader)- Part 7 of the My Girl series, where we see how similar to her father Y/N is when Kent invites the friend group to his family's farm. And on the way back to the university, Y/N finally steps foot in the streets she was born on again. Darling we've made it to Birmingham... maybe?
No Return (Address) (Finn Shelby x Reader & Shelby Family)- Like he did when John wanted to marry Lizzie, Tommy decides to put his brother's girl to the test. Only this time, it may be a lot harder to get this message across...
The Eyes of Love (Michael Gray x Reader)- Upon his return from New York (which was a completely voluntary trip) Michael is excited to introduce his love to his family and she's excited to meet them....But that doesn't mean they're prepared for every question thrown their way.
The Boxer Competition (Bonnie Gold x Reader)- Y/N is completely in love with Bonnie Gold. The only problem is....She hasn't ever spoken to him. She's seen him yes, quick glances across the pub and endless teasing from her friends, but that's never been enough for her to get over he nerves of actually speaking to the golden boy. Though with one simple announcement and a overly eager sister that may all change...
Untitled (Luca Changretta x Shelby!Reader)- After the disaster that began your "engagement" to the man, Luca still isn't sure why he's here and playing your silly little courting game (threat). He's not sure why he didn't let you win the first time and end the arrangement. He's not sure why someone setting such a bright dress has so many weapons. And he's not sure why it annoys him that you are so fixed on the movie before you. The actor isn't even than handsome, he meant talented, anyway...
*Note: I don't write or post these in any particular order. They just get done in whatever manner I can finish one first in. I sometimes jump around a lot when writing. A good number of the In the Works ones are over a year old and I got stuck on them or lost motivation at the time but I don't want to give up on them yet. I have no set time line for any of these either so.... I hope y'all enjoy some of them though, even if it's just a quick idea!*
UPDATED: July 8th, 2023
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Ｒｅｑｕｅｓｔ Ｒｕｌｅｓ
Welcome! I'm Chibeni, which means 'red as blood' in Japanese, I use a little term called BloodBath or BB, for heavily detailed gore or traumatic and sensitive topics, which wont be used to much but just a warning before hand!
I want everyone to acknowledge, that this is a safe space, if you are in need of venting, you may vent to me at any age, you also may request at any age. I'll always be free to listen, give advice, or answer questions, I do not want any Homophobic, Racists, RCTA, Pedophiles, Sexual harassers or Pro-shippers to interact with my page. All ages are fine, but please do follow the rules, if its says 15+, it means 15+ only! I will make stuff for the youngers though!
Anything I write that is a sensitive or an Illegal topic, do not do in real life, I write it for entertainment purposes, or plot only.
These are my request rules, things I do and allow, to what I don't and refuse to do, I may allow some things that are sensitive topics but it will not be detailed unless the warnings explicitly say 'BB' , highly sensitive topics will be classified as 15+ if not declared 'BB'.
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Character x Reader
Character x Oc
Character x Character
Oc x Oc
Adult x Adult (Fluff/Platonic-Romantic/Angst/Smut)
Adult x Child (Fluff/Platonic/Angst)
Child x Child (Fluff/Platonic/Angst)
Yandere x Victim (Fluff/Platonic-Romantic/Angst/Smut)
(If I missed anything, just send me a message!!)
Ｗｈａｔ Ｉ＇ｌｌ ｗｒｉｔｅ~
Kidnapping
Torture (BB)
R@pe (BB)
COCSA/SA (BB)
Yanderism
Homosexuality
Homophobia/Racism (Please do not do be such things.)
Smut/Angst/Fluff/Platonic-Romantic
Murder/Death
Blackmail
Cannibalism (BB)
Omegverse
Cheating
Headcanons/Series/Drabbles/Oneshots
Kinks (Hard or Soft)
Alternate Universes
(If I missed anything, just send me a message!!)
Ｗｈａｔ Ｉ ｗｏｎｔ ｗｒｉｔｅ~
Incest (I am not comfortable, unless its maybe Step family, so by law, but you'd have to really convince me.)
Scat/Piss.
(If I missed anything, just send me a message!)
Ｆａｎｄｏｍｓ~
TMNT Bayverse
^ Leo
^ Raph
^Donnie
^ Mikey
FPE (Fundamental Paper Education)
^ All
The Sandman
^ Morpheus
MW/COD
^ Simon Riley
^ John Price
^ John McTavish
^ Kyle Garrick
^ Phillip Graves
Undertale/AU's
^ Ask and I'll see
(If you want a different and specific fandom, just message and I'll see!!)
#requests open#fandoms#fictional characters#fantasy#smut#BloodBath#BB#x reader#Oc#cod mw2#cod mw3#tmnt bayverse#the sandman#undertale#fpe#fundamental paper education#angst#fluff#platonic#romantic#message me#please do send in requests!!#modern warfare
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WIP Game
Thank you @martianbugsbunny and @seth-shitposts for tagging me (both here and my main account)! I've hit a bit of an art/writers block so maybe this will help me get out of it. (Please i have too many wips save me)
Rules: In a new post, list the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
I have quite a bit so i'll organize them below a read more, because ive decided to hell with it have the name of all 61 of my wip files from various fandoms xD. Theyre not all like the official title - just the document names.
Also since I have so many WIPs, i am tagging anyone who sees this and wants to do it! I'm being serious if no one else has tagged you directly please take this as your opportunity to talk about your wips (and like you can tag me as the person who tagged you so i can ask you about your wips? please?)
We will put these in the order of what i think will be most interesting to people, not necessarily the order of my personal interests rn lol
Kalluzeb:
1. Part 4 - I Love You (I Know You 'verse)
2. Adoption fic
3. Autistic!Kallus
4. Bedtime
5. Caf Shop AU
6. Lasat-Cat Likeness
7. part-time soulmate, full time problem
8. are you okay?
DinLuke:
9. "You will be the end of me"
10. A merry, crackling fire
11. Assassination attempt
12. Bed rest
13. Broken bone
14. Chronic pain
15. Crying
16. Death of a sibling
17. Identity Crisis
18. Imposter Syndrome
19. Loneliness
20. Making Out
21. Scars
22. Sleeping on the couch
23. Social Anxiety
24. Warm Blankets
Newmann:
25. Taking Care
26. There are many benefits to being a marine biologist
Danbert:
27. Dan doesn't need to know. but he finds out anyways.
28. Dan praise kink testing
29. Herbert Nightmares
30. Megan's brother
31. puns
PatCap
32. Professors!AU
Codywan:
33. ORDER 66 BECAUSE PAIN
34. Royalty/Bodyguard AU
Obikin:
35. Modern!AU
Hankcon:
36. Baked With Love
Good Omens:
37. Season 2 fix-it
TBB
38. Platonic Techo
Balaine (my oc world)
39. Valyra and Nomi
40. Cities and Towns Descriptions
41. Customs and Rituals Ideas
42. History of Balaine
Other Original Stories
43. Adalia
44. Dear Ceylan
45. Nick Of Time
46. Favourite Record
Thrawn x Reader
47. Empire Doesn't Have Sick Days
48. Looking For This?
TBB x Reader (really inventive titles with these ones)
49 The Tech Hug Research Proposal
50. Crosshair 1
51. Echo 1
52. Hunter 1
53. Tech 1
54. Wrecker 1
Kallus x Reader
55. kallus x reader
Prequels
56. anakin x reader
57. anakin x padme x reader
58. would you do the same for me? (obiwan x reader)
The Sandman:
59. 5 times you kiss morpheus and 1 time he kisses you
Shame fics (its piss kink im sorry)
60. Shame xD (Kalluzeb)
61. Listen... dont read this filth (Danbert)
AND DONE!! Bet you thought i was lying about the 61 wips huh? i was tempted to cut out quite a bit of these but as i said earlier: fuck it have fun go for it, plenty to choose from.
#dawson talks too much#please dont scroll down to the bottom of the list if you know me outside of tumblr/ao3#i doubt ill get any asks - but my word please help me i have too many WIPs!!! TOO MANY!!
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FIC LIST!
✨️ Short fic (<3,000)
💖 Long fic (>3,000)
💧 A lil spice
💦 A lotta spice
☁️ Platonic
❤️🔥 Romantic
Weems (Wednesday)
Tango De Amor ✨️💧❤️🔥
Poe Dameron (Starwars)
The Starless Throne (ON HATIUS) 💖 ❤️🔥
Good Omens
If I loved you less (Platonic! Crowley/reader + Angel!OC/reader) ☁️ ✨️
To thine own self, be true (TBA) ☁️✨️
The Sandman
We thought, because we had power, we had wisdom. (TBA) (Morpheus X Reader) ✨️❤️🔥
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@brainrotcharacters masterlist
(Klahadore/Kuro x fem!painter!reader) Colors - fluff. no established relationship. reader paints and sketches. requested by angeli-fucking-cat
(Nami x fem!reader) Drink - fluff. no established relationship yet. sfw. female reader. it's a meet cute where alcohol was involved. requested by 0amy5.
(Nami x fem!reader) - fluff comfort. sfw. female reader. domesticated moments of dating the girlboss. requested by fairy-geek-ackerman.
(Luffy x reader) Lifeline - angst comfort. sfw. gender neutral reader. I thought my meltdown was done but it wasn't, so I chose the live action as a coping mechanism.
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(Price x filo!141!reader) Legacy - angst comfort. sfw. gender neutral reader. I awakened my daddy issues and create a little something for the platonic dad Price lovers of the fandom.
(Ghost x 141!reader) She Wasn’t Always Like That pt 1 pt 2 - angst comfort. sfw. she/her. In Ghost’s humble opinion, the rest of the world isn’t appreciating her as much as they should.
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(MCU crossover) MCU Moon Knight + Scarlet Scarab come to Talokan - sfw. headcanons.
(MCU/COD crossover) MCU Falcon as a member of 141/Los Vaqueros - sfw. situationship.
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(Morpheus x f!OC) The Flying, The Falling - comfort. sfw. she/her. I remember the last dream I had where I flew, and I completely used it as reference. no use of Y/n because I said so.
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(Steven x Marc x Layla x reader) You all right, love? - angst/comfort. sfw. she/her. mentions of suicide and death. Layla only arrives near the end. now beta'd.
(Steven x reader) The Home I Choose - sfw. she/her. Steven and reader simp for each other, established relationship, reader writes to cope but can't write
(Steven x Marc canon timeline) Not Without Steven - Steven is rejected by the Field of Reeds, told through Marc's perspective
(Steven x reader) Name Me - she/her. Steven vs reader's parents, obvious avoidance of a last name, Steven fighting as Mr. Knight, reader gets kidnapped, crime + violence + blood because it is the spine of every superhero project ever, idk how sedatives and adrenaline shots work, reader is also a dual wielder.
(Marc x reader) With me, sweetheart - sfw. she/her. Gender neutral reader. marc’s love language is actually sparring.
(Layla x reader) The Blue - sfw. she/her. reader uses painting as an outlet, reader's period doesn't sync with Layla's, established relationship, metaphorical dialogue, angst/fluff
(Layla x Marc x Steven post-canon timeline) All It Took - spectormobile is featured which means Jake is lurking but not addressed, Taweret the therapist friend
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(Matt Murdock x reader) - Not A Bother If It's You - sfw. she/her. mutual pining, parents worry about their child's future, angst comfort
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(Ayato Kirishima x f!human!reader) - You're a ghoul? Cool,cool. - she/her. established relationship
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Self Ship Promo
Hi! I am Choco. I am a 22 year old Self Shipper from Germany, who has Autism (Asperger-Syndrome, to be exact)
I self ship since I was 9 years old. And I decided to make a Self Ship Sideblog again. This blog exists for some months now, but barely has any followers oop-
My Interactions are from my main blog SimpyChocoChan, where I mostly post OC x Canon content and my own OCs!
Here's my romantic F/O list
My Platonic F/O List is still a WIP.
I have the usual DNI (DNI if you are pr*sh*p or if you are homophobic/transphobic... you know the deal). Also DNI or tell me which tags you have if we share one of the following Romantic F/Os:
V (Devil May Cry)
Leon Scott Kennedy (Resident Evil)
Morpheus (The Sandman)
Dante (Devil May Cry)
Rowan (Boyfriend Dungeon)
I am very uncomfy sharing them, especially V and Leon!!
Otherwise, I hope we can all get along and have a fun time!
(Sidenote: I might post my OCs on here as well-)
~ Choco
#self shipping community#self ship community#self shipping#self shipper#self ship#romantic f/os#fictional other#f/o#romantic f/o#🖤 nevermore#💙 how to survive a zombie outbreak as a couple#self ship promo
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Adularescence Masterlist
A/N: I wish I had time for weekly updates. They will be monthly that way I can edit as I go.
Summary:
For over a century, Adina has lived amount humans without any knowledge of what or who she really is. Embark on a journey with her companion Lady Johanna Constantine and the Endless being, Morpheus who she happens to share a deep connection with.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3.1 sneak peek
A/N: Unfortunately, I have to put this story on hold because life seems to be getting in the way, as usual, I have to really focus on training for a new job I found!
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A/N: I really struggled with this one ya'll. And I'm sorry I'm a bit late with this one! Hope you enjoy it!
Adularescence
Chapter 2:
Getting rid of a body was nasty business, more so than taking life itself. It felt sinful to defile a corpse, yet here Adina was wrist-deep inside Michael’s torso, planting rocks so he could sink deep into the depths below. Sowing his chest back together, she had not spoken a word to Johanna. Adina’s anger was still simmering, and she didn’t want to say something she would regret later but her lovely companion spoke first,
“We need to discuss what happened.”
“Do we?” Her tone was indifferent as she rolled Michael’s body into the river.
“I know you’d rather spare lives than take them,” Johanna continued anyway.
“Then it shouldn’t have happened to begin with,” Adina snapped while vigorously cleaning the blood from her arms and hands. “Do not apologize for something you have no regrets about. Now, I will ask this kindly, give me a moment of peace.”
“I won’t leave you-,” Johanna tried.
“I will see you at home,” she implored.
Adina lost track of time as she stood at the docks. The memory of when she first took the life of a human flashed through her mind like pictures. Back at the Inn, she did not think and merely acted on instinct. Looking down at her hands they were stained red and still shaking as tears formed in her eyes. Johanna’s words echoed inside her head,
“No, no look at me. Adina, you are not at fault, and you did what you thought was right. I was a fool to think that this could end up any differently. I should not have put you in such a position.”
“It was my choice. I agreed to help you.”
“I promise you this now, I will never put you in the same situation again. You and me, yeah?”
Adina wondered if Johanna had truly meant those words, well… she might have at the moment. Completely lost in thought she did not hear a familiar voice call out her name, did not even acknowledge their presence until a large hand was placed on her shoulder and Adina gasped in fright, a hand displayed over her chest.
“I didn’t mean to frighten you. Is everything all right?”
“Robert,” Adina breathed out. “And yes, yes of course I’m all right. Just plagued by the past.”
“I suppose we all are In a way. Have you been waiting long?”
“No, I have been out walking. I needed some time away from Johanna.”
“I can understand why.”
“I do have your papers here,” she explained handing them over to him. “Do not worry my friend who is helping you will not ask you questions, and these are only to be used if necessary.”
“I cannot thank you enough for this.”
“Of course, it is the least I can do. Johanna might think she means well most of the time but sometimes I question if she’s helping me for the right reasons. It does not matter, a problem that is mine to fret over.”
“One you shouldn’t have to carry alone.”
“I won’t be. Having your friend close by I think will prove to be more than beneficial.”
“You know his name.”
“Yes, but I am not telling you, Mr. Gadling. I’m afraid my lips are sealed.”
“That cheeky bastard,” he cursed lowly, “he’s only known you for a few minutes and told you more about himself than he’s ever shared with me.”
“Perhaps he has his reasons. Robert,” Adina took a step forward, “this may sound too forward but would you mind if we stayed in touch? I enjoy your enthusiasm for life, it’s rather endearing.”
“Yes, I would like that very much.”
“I look forward to hearing from you soon. Oh, and one more thing I do hope you listen to your friend’s advice. Do not chain those to a life that is not their own.”
“I understand. Stay safe, Adina.”
“You as well.”
Weeks had passed since Morpheus had met the alluring woman who called herself Adina. He and Lucienne had scoured the library for days to find even the slightest mention of her name, yet they found nothing leading to what she might be. For a moment he thought that she had been deceitful, but her eyes told him another story. Reminding him that he was looking for something that wasn’t there.
He could see her now, for he had sent Jessamy to the waking world to watch over her. Adina would always take an hour out of the day to spend in her garden, it contained all kinds of flowers and shrubs, and vines, vibrant with color. Although there was one vine she seemed to favor above all, clematis. The fences were lined with them, crept up the columns of her porch, and outlined the frame of the back door. They symbolize the beauty of ingenuity or the trait of artifice due to their ability to climb any surface. The petals of the violet-blue flowers were star-shaped having white filaments tinted with pink. He noticed that she did not water her garden, they thrived on their own and even more so in her presence.
She had other habits and there was one that Morpheus found not only strange but amusing, she walked around barefoot. Of course, Constantine would chastise her, and Adina’s response was always the same, she found shoes confining. But would wear them nonetheless when the situation called for it. The two women were rather close, protective of the other, and yet he didn’t understand why Constantine had her bound by the laws of magic. He could not find a motive for it, leading him to believe that Lady Johanna knew exactly what Adina was.
With a defeated sigh, a decision he had been trying to avoid was made. One that would be a last resort. Yes, he knew how the woman spent her time, but he did not know her personally.
“Are you certain this is wise a decision, your majesty,” Lucienne questioned, “We do not know anything about this woman.”
“All the more reason. Adina is a conundrum, but I do not consider her to be a threat to The Dreaming.”
“I do hope you are right, my lord,” Lucienne commented mainly to herself as he had disappeared
Back in the Waking World, Jessamy perched herself on Adina’s shoulder, flapping her wings gently as they bickered with each other,
“You should trust his judgment.”
“I do trust Morpheus,” Adina corrected, tossing her pen to the side. They haven’t known each other long but she knew her life was safe in his hands. “However, I have known Johanna since she was a child and she’s the only family I have. Accepting that she could be using me is difficult.”
“Could be? She gave you a moonstone that absorbs power,” Jessamy argued, “this is your life we are talking about, Adina.”
“I am well aware of that, but if what Morpheus says is true then Johanna has known what I am this whole time. Perhaps even her family.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault. Humans can be selfish, I know that, and yet that does not spare me from the pain.” Adina swallowed trying to rid the lump forming in her throat and handed a letter to Jessamy. “Would you mind delivering this to Hob?”
Since she and Mr. Gadling had agreed to exchange letters once a month, he had reached out to her first two days ago. He truly was an inspiration to her; it was refreshing to have someone in her life who enjoyed immortality as much as she did. Hob was living in the countryside in Italy and owned a vineyard. She was happy to know that he listened to Morpheus’s advice.
“I’m not an owl.”
“Why invest in one when I have you?”
“Morpheus will have something to say about this.”
“He will have to live without knowing what I’m doing for a day or two. Thank you, Jessamy.”
“This will be the first and only time,” she agreed before taking off and Adina chuckled.
“Of course, it will.”
Her smile faltered as she reminisced about her last conversation with Johanna. It did not bode well when Adina told her that Morpheus was helping and refused to share his name. From her own standpoint, it was not something he would give out to anyone willingly at least not without immense thought or trust.
“You threatened to not only slit his throat but his friend’s as well,” Adina argued, “Do not make the mistake of thinking you are entitled to his trust.”
“And what makes him certain that he can trust you?”
She flinched at the underlined meaning of Johanna’s words, “Is that what you truly think of me? That I am a demon? Well, then you hardly know me at all. Now it may not sit well with you, but I believe he can help me.”
“I always thought you were a bit innocent, Adina but not a naive fool,” she spat and stormed out of the house with a huff, slamming the door behind her.
That was two days ago. Adina could see why Johanna was upset for not talking to her about Morpheus’s proposal but her interest in him and the desperation to find out the truth seemed a bit more important to her. It was a selfish decision but one that she wouldn’t hesitate to make again.
“You sent Jessamy away,” a deep voice commented from behind her.
“Morpheus,” Adina greeted with a sweet smile. “And yes, on an errand. Nothing too dangerous, I assure you.”
“And Constantine?”
“She is helping the church with an exorcism and will return in the morning.”
A comfortable silence fell between them. Morpheus could not help but admire her garden now that he was standing here. The greenery was lush and bright much like her eyes when the sunlight hit at a right angle. And he understood why the clematis had her adoration. This garden was made from her magic, it flowed through the stems, down to the roots, and into the soil for most of these plants were incapable of surviving here in London.
“You would enjoy visiting Fiddler’s Green,” he spoke gently. “A place, a dream I created.”
“I am sure it’s beautiful.”
“Indeed,” he agreed.
“You came here for a reason. What is it? Did you find something?”
“I’m afraid I come to you empty-handed. Only I did find out that Adina is not your given name.”
“I suppose I should have led with that. Forgive me it was not my intention to be deceitful.”
“Should I be made of aware any more information that you could be hiding?”
Adina pondered his question for a moment, “I speak Geek fluently, perhaps I was raised in Greece. According to Johanna, it was the only language I would use when they found me.”
“You know many languages.”
“That is certainly true. I am not sure where to begin Morpheus, I know so little about myself. Some days I feel as though I do not belong here. I wish to know where that is and maybe I can find myself then.”
He did not know what to say but there was a sense of compassion he felt for Adina. She avoided his gaze, feeling vulnerable and seen by him. It was an odd feeling Adina never had that with anyone, not even with Johanna.
“Forgive me. I am rambling,” she mumbled and quickly changed the subject. “Tell me more about Fiddler’s Green. You said you created it as a dream?”
“Would you like to see it?”
“I do not wish to intrude.”
“And yet your presence is wanted,” he implored and offered out his hand to her.
Morpheus wanted to show Adina everything, his realm. His home. To assure her that his intentions were honest and pure. He did not understand why receiving her affections was something he longed for, but if sharing his life with Adina would achieve such a goal then he didn’t see any harm. Without hesitation, she slipped his hand into his and a whirlpool of sand surrounded them before they both disappeared.
Before she even realized what had happened she was standing on a shoreline made of black sand, a small smirk made its way upon her face before wondering out loud,
“Is this-?”
“The Dreaming, yes. It is as much part of me as I am of it.”
He silently observed as Adina removed her shoes to feel the sand between her toes. Looking up at the sky, billions of stars burned brightly, and the beauty caused her lips to form into a wide smile. She seemed a bit happier being here and less on guard, free to be herself. Her movements stopped as her eyes laid upon the entrance to his realm. Adina then picked up the skirt of her dress, leaving her heels behind, and slowly approached, reaching out to trace the details.
“The Gates of Horn and Ivory,” Morpheus explained, “I carved them myself.”
“It’s breathtaking.”
“And you are hesitating,” he pointed out, seeing the giddiness and curiosity shining in Adina’s green eyes. Now standing behind her, his tone of voice was encouraging, “Go on.”
“All right, all right,” she giggled, “but are you sure I can be here?”
“You are here because I want you to be. I am Dream of the Endless, The King of Dreams, and Ruler of the Nightmare Realms,” he said with pride and placed a hand on top of hers, gently pushing the gates open. “There is more I wish to show you, Adina.”
She inhaled sharply as her gaze feasted upon his palace. Adina had seen Roman architecture, the alps of Switzerland covered in snow in the mid of winter. And the tragic beauty of Pompeii where time had frozen those in fossils. But this, his realm, was something that even she couldn’t imagine.
“Magnificent,” she complimented, “Earth has its beauty but in all my time I’ve never seen anything quite like this.”
“I should think not. Come, this way.”
As they walked through Fiddler’s Green, still completely taken by its beauty, she could not help but wonder why Morpheus invited her to his realm. What would it accomplish? He was being rather kind despite their first encounter, and it did not warrant him to share a part of his life.
“You are wondering why I brought you here,” his voice interrupted her thoughts.
“Am I that obvious?”
“To me, yes. And it’s because I want to assure you that I can be trusted. That I am doing what I promised.”
“I do trust you.”
“Nonetheless, you doubt my opinion on your friend Lady Constantine,” he pointed out, and with good reason. “That necklace have you ever tried to remove it?”
“No, it was a gift to me from Mary, Johanna’s grandmother, before she passed. I have not had the heart to.”
“Unfortunately, you cannot. It binds you to Constantine by laws of magic that not even I can break. And It’s preventing me from entering both your minds.”
“Jessamy did mention you record people’s dreams.”
“Yes, but as you know Constantine is mainly haunted by her memories that shape her nightmares. She dreams of you rarely, moments she spent with you as a child.”
“And what of Mary? Was she the one to perform the spell?”
“No. It is a possibility someone else could be involved, or perhaps a being more powerful than me and since your name was given to you by Mary I cannot investigate any further.”
“Then Johanna truly does not know what I am.”
“Only that the spell gives her a portion of the magic you possess.”
Adina swallowed hard, turning away from the King of Dreams, and fiddled with her pendant before gripping it tightly in anger. She was beginning to question everything, every moment and conversation shared with Johanna. It seemed as though the only person she could trust was the being who stood before her.
“You do not seem to be surprised.”
“Jessamy told me I was in denial, secretly I hoped she was wrong,” Adina’s voice trembled with heartbreak as tears quietly streamed down her face, and before she could wipe them away a cold hand cupped her cheek, his thumb gently sweeping across her soft skin as she continued to cry. Morpheus wasn’t sure what overcame him to comfort Adina in such a way, but he despised seeing her suffer, especially at the hands of a human who did not deserve her kindness or friendship. There wasn’t much he could do but that only made him more determined to save Adina.
He let his hand fall back to his side as she gave him an assuring smile and said in a soft, somber tone,
“Thank you for inviting me here."
“You are always welcome in my realm.”
“I would like to stay longer, visit your library but I cannot ignore the situation for much longer. It is possible she could tell me without a fight.”
“And why are you certain she will tell you the truth?”
“I am not. I’m hoping our time together actually meant something to her.”
“You are putting far too much faith in someone who is using you,” he argued.
“I would prefer to appeal to her humanity first before taking any drastic measures. And for a being who controls their dreams, your lack of compassion for them is disturbing. No matter, I’m willing to teach you.”
“I have nothing to learn from you.”
“I do hope that is a challenge," she taunted with a smile.
Morpheus grew quiet then, second-guessing his decision about getting close to her. And yet he enjoyed how playful their banter was, innocent. Her presence brought a certain amount of light and warmth to his life he hadn’t experienced in thousands of years. At that moment, the King of Dreams secretly swore that he would let no harm come to Adina.
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A/N: I had a lot going on in Chapter 3 that I decided to break it up into two. This means I'll be posting Chapters 3 & 4 within the next two weeks. So as of the moment, I hope to satisfy you all with a sneak peek at what's ahead.
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She had been waiting impatiently for over an hour and as she was ready to leave, a familiar eerie tune of a whistle carried through the empty square. He was an older gentleman dressed in white, and his clothes were pristine and tidy. Johanna could hear the click of his wooden cane hitting the cobblestone with each step the man took.
"You're late," she greeted as he sat down next to her.
"When someone like me crawls out of Hell, it does not go unnoticed. Now tell me, who is this man that has taken an interest in our dear, sweet Adina?"
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Morpheus reacted swiftly as Adina lost consciousness, wrapping an arm around her waist. His eyes scanned over her peaceful features as he pushed a golden lock of hair behind her ear. He could not comprehend how one could use Adina for their own selfish reasons. Her light drew him in, and it gave him a sense of peace he hadn't known in years. She was not safe here and protecting her from afar was no longer an option. As he picked her up into his arms, Johanna dared to open her mouth,
"Where are you taking her?"
"Adina's well-being is no longer a concern of yours," he spoke calmly but the rage in his tone made the hairs on Johanna's neck stand and her blood run cold. "Once I return you will tell me everything."
"And if I refuse?"
"Then I advise you to remember it is her love for you that you remain unharmed," he threatened.
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A/N: I was really hoping to get this chapter finished by tonight, so I thought to give you all a tiny crumb.
Chapter 2 Sneak Peek
Weeks had passed since Morpheus had met the alluring woman who called herself Adina. He and Lucienne had scoured the library for days to find even the slightest mention of her name, yet they found nothing. For a moment he thought that she had been deceitful, but her eyes told him another story. Reminding him that he was looking for something that wasn’t there.
He could see her now, for he had sent Jessamy to the waking world to watch over her. Adina would always take an hour out of the day to spend in her garden, it contained all kinds of flowers and shrubs, and vines, vibrant with color. Although there was one vine she seemed to favor above all, clematis. The fences were lined with them, crept up the columns of her porch, and outlined the frame of the back door. They symbolize the beauty of ingenuity or the trait of artifice due to their ability to climb any surface. The petals of the violet-blue flowers were star-shaped having white filaments tinted with pink. He noticed that she did not water her garden, they thrived on their own and even more so in her presence.
She had other habits and there was one that Morpheus found not only strange but amusing, she walked around barefoot. Of course, Constantine would chastise her, and Adina’s response was always the same, she found shoes confining. But would wear them nonetheless when the situation called for it. The two women were rather close, protective of the other, and yet he didn’t understand why Constantine had her bound by the laws of magic. He could not find a motive for it, leading him to believe that Lady Johanna knew exactly what Adina was.
Jessamy perched herself on Adina’s shoulder, flapping her wings gently as they bickered with each other,
“You should trust his judgment.”
“I do trust Morpheus,” Adina corrected. They haven’t known each other long but she knew her life was safe in his hands. “However, I have known Johanna since she was a child and she’s the only family I have. Accepting that she could be using me is difficult.”
“Could be? She gave you a moonstone that absorbs power,” Jessamy argued, “this is your life we are talking about, Adina.”
“I am well aware of that, but if what Morpheus says is true then Johanna has known what I am this whole time. Perhaps even her family.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault. Humans can be selfish, I know that, and yet that does not spare me from the pain.” Adina swallowed trying to rid the lump forming in her throat and handed a letter to Jessamy. “Would you mind delivering this to Hob?”
Since she and Mr. Gadling had agreed to exchange letters once a month, he had reached out to her first two days ago. He truly was an inspiration to her; it was refreshing to have someone in her life who enjoyed immortality as much as she did. Hob was living in the countryside in Italy and owned a vineyard. She was happy to know that he listened to Morpheus’s advice.
“I’m not an owl.”
“Why invest in one when I have you?”
“Morpheus will have something to say about this.”
“He will have to live without knowing what I’m doing for a day or two. Thank you, Jessamy.”
“This will be the first and only time,” she agreed before taking off and Adina chuckled.
“Of course, it will.”
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Hi! I am Choco. I am a 22 year old Self Shipper from Germany, who has Autism (Asperger-Syndrome, to be exact)
I self ship since I was 9 years old. And I decided to make a Self Ship Sideblog again!
My Interactions are from my main blog SimpyChocoChan, where I mostly post OC x Canon content and my own OCs!
Here's my romantic F/O list
My Platonic F/O List is still a WIP.
I have the usual DNI (DNI if you are pr*sh*p or if you are homophobic/transphobic... you know the deal). Also DNI or tell me which tags you have if we share one of the following Romantic F/Os:
V (Devil May Cry)
Morpheus (The Sandman)
Leon Scott Kennedy (Resident Evil)
Dante (Devil May Cry)
Rowan (Boyfriend Dungeon)
I am very uncomfy sharing them, especially V!!
Otherwise, I hope we can all get along and have a fun time!
~ Choco
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