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stubz · 3 months

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late shift

Shuttle for Mars is departing now. Please keep hands, feet, tails, and other appendages clear of the yellow line.

‘Nice, finally get off work on time for once! Man is it empty, way less busy than the 5:45 one…

Are they sleeping? Please tell me they’re sleeping…’

“Snnrk…”

‘Oh good they are, oooh lots of empty seats next to them! Nice.’

The young human sits across the large figure and looks around.

‘Wonder why everyone else is sitting so far away from this guy? He’s not that much scarier than a Alteauh…OH! He’s an Orc! An actual Orc, oh this is so cool! Wait. Calm down, control yourself. Orc’s are people too, not some exotic animal in a zoo….he’s sooo cool looking tho!’

The human smiles and takes out their headphones and listens to some music and take in the view they see through the shuttle’s windows. From time to time they peek at the orc, can’t helping themselves from people-watching him.

Like what most humans imagined, he was huge. Easily more than 7 feet tall, with large calloused hands bigger than their head. He had large tusks but unlike the stereotypes he was well trimmed with well relatively kept hair. It would have neater had there not been dust in it. The orc wore dirty cloths and work boots. Beside them what looked like a tool box and bag.

‘Must be a construction worker or works in a trade’ they mused

‘Poor guy, he’s gotta be exhausted to sleep here. At least he gets to go home now.’

The shuttle shakes and with it so does the sleeping giant. Rocking side to side.

'That's not good.' They nervously slide off their headphones.

The turbulence increases until the sleeping orc leans too far and starts fall face first off his seat.

“OH SHIT!” Diving to their knees they manage to catch his head and shoulders.

“Mm?”

“You okay?” Damn he's heavy!

“Mmm…sorry.” Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he slowly got back into his seat, the turbulence now gone.

“No worries, I just didn’t want you to hit your head.”

“Heh, wouldn't be the first time I’ve done it.”

after rubbing his eyes a bit more and a crack of the neck he looks at them, brain finally working to some degree.

“…wait. You caught me?”

“Uh-huh”

“But you’re so small! Are you hurt?”

“You're not the first sleeping giant I’ve caught. I’m alright.”

“I am so sorry for that. I just finished working a 12 hour shift fixing the 1st and 3rd engine rooms and couldn’t help myself from dozing off.”

They whistle. “12 hours? No wonder you’re tired! If I were you I’d be in a coma.”

“Ah but surely you have a difficult job yourself. How else would you be able to catch me?”

“No, nothing like yours! I just work at a youngling centre.”

“The one on the ship?”

“That’s the one.”

“...YOUR ONE OF THE BRAVE WARRIORS WHO RISKED THEIR LIVES TO PROTECT THE CHILDREN??!”

“…you’ve heard of us?”

“Every orc and warrior worth their blade knows of your valiant deeds!! Tell me, what is your name??”

“Kim, uh and you are?”

“Fenrir. It is truly an honor to meet someone of your bravery and intelligence."

"Likewise! I've heard that the orc species are a true warrior race."

For the rest of the trip the two talked. Kim sharing how her and Max built such a safe room in the centre, which lead to the two realizing how similar each other's planets are.

"You have wind whirlpools as well? I thought they only existed on Bantor!"

"Well we call them hurricanes and tornadoes but yeah. Do you guys have hail?"

"Not where I grew up but nearby farther up they get a week or two of light hail showers during the fall. What about animals? Do you have reptiles bigger than an adult with large teeth and live in rivers? We call them darthrang."

"Oh we call them crocodiles!"

"Amazing! To think that your species live in a world much like mine!"

When the shuttle finally reached it's destination the two went their separate ways. A few days later they meet again, this time on the later shuttle. They sit and talk and create a routine of sorts where they became each others travelling companion for the trip to Mars.

One day however, Fenrir stopped coming. The human was saddened as she enjoyed his company but was soon surprised when seeing him at the centre.

"Kim! I've been transferred to stay on the ship so I won't be taking the shuttle to Mars anymore."

"Oh...well, as you know I only go home at the end of the week so maybe we can hang out now. Like eat lunch together or have a drink after work...or something like that!"

"Actually we'll be seeing each other everyday now. But if you don't get sick of me then yes, lets each lunch together."

"Great! But why will I be seeing you everyday?"

"Because after telling my family about you and the centre they've enrolled my nieces and nephews and younger siblings here...and I offered to drop them off and pick them up."

It was then that Kim noticed the dozen of orc children hiding behind Fenrir. The tallest and what looked the eldest of them stepped forward.

"Hello, I am Athea, uncle Fenrir said your one of the ones who saved the centre."

"Yes, my name is Kim. It's great to meet you AtheaaAA!" The orc girl pulled the human into a tight hug, lifting the adult woman off of her feet.

"Thank you for saving Nova." she mumbled into her chest.

'Ah, the Captain's daughter' Kim thought. "I was just doing what any teacher would do."

After a moment the human was put down and lead the children into the centre. The day went well. Fenrir's young family members were quickly won over by the humans, first with the saving of the centre, then with how they understood how wonderful their planet was rather than terrifying or deadly.

They were also greatly intrigued by how such a small species could survive in a planet that was thought to only be habitable to orcs.

"How can you carry us?" asked Thor, one of Fenrir's youngest brothers. "We're much bigger than a human child."

"Yeah but your not bigger than my cousins who are teenagers. Also just last month I had like 10 kids climbing on me. Two were tighalaxes."

"Your joking!"

...

"It that tumpon?!"

"Hm? We call it maafe, but it's also known as peanut stew, do you want some? It doesn't have any meat in it though."

"Guys Max has tumpon!! Can you tell Fenrir where we can buy the ingredients?"

"Of course. Finally I'll finish what gran gave me without having to gain 10 pounds."

And thus the first day ended on a high note! Now if only Kim could figure out why the children looked at her and nodded while talking to Fenrir...

So this based off of a post by @llamagoddessofficial about humans meeting actual space orcs. Sadly I can't find the actual post. but yeah, here u go, space orc and human meet cute

#the adventures of kim and max running a space child care centre #space orcs #humans are space orcs #humans in space #the beginning is something that actually happened to me #caught a sleeping construction worker who I sat across from on the bus when heading home from work #thankfully he was just a little taller than me and not a giant like fenrir #also my brother went through a phase of randomly doing trust falls in front of me so I am experienced in randomly having to catch people

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morsmordream · 8 months

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my random HP family headcanons that i firmly stand by

(not canon compliant)

creature blood was remarkably common in the older family lines that existed before modern-day laws. it is rather rare that these families produce true creatures themselves, even half-blooded creatures, but the blood can often manifest into family gifts. for example, creature blood is how the slytherin line have their ability to speak parseltongue.

the black family are world-renowned in various fields. they’ve produced countless scholars, and some of the finest duellists of each generation. but the family specialty, that everyone learns, is curse-breaking and it’s inverse. there’s a terrible item in the family vault that could kill you if you touch it? contact the blacks. you need an object enchanted to persuade someone into supporting a wizengamot bill? contact the blacks. expensive as their services may be, it’s always worth the money. customer satisfaction guaranteed.

the black family have held their reputation for dabbling in the darkest of arts, even black magic, since their very beginning. their family name comes from their reputation of practicing black magic. this is separate from dark magic, and is a dead art today. whilst books exist in the darkest corners of very few family’s vaults and libraries, the sacrifices required have deterred anyone who picked them up for centuries. a branch of black magic involves the summoning of beings from beyond our world, ‘demons’ as they are often referred to. the summoning of a shape-shifting demon, and subsequent procreation with, is a potential reason why only the black family have metamorphmagi in britain today- though this claim is unproven, and no longer proudly claimed by the family itself.

the malfoys have veela blood, especially these days. it was a rather scandalous affair when abraxas malfoy married a french witch, amelie bonnacord, who had been adopted into a notable pureblood family and happened to be a veela. the malfoys already had distant veela ancestry, making abraxas resistant to the veela allure. their children, lucius and lydia malfoy, were therefore half veela, and her grandchildren, including draco malfoy, a quarter veela. the veela allure seemed to work differently with men, and little was known about it as men born to those with veela blood was rare. the malfoys spend most holiday seasons in france, visiting family, and all speak fluent french.

the potter family never have been, and never should be seen as, a sparkling beacon for light magic. as necromancers by blood, no matter how much time passes since their amalgamation with the peverells, they naturally lean towards darker magic to facilitate practicing the art. not every potter has dabbled in their family gift, it’s not a requirement, but the ancient books in the family vault cannot be destroyed and will always return to the vault after a necromancer passes.

a few centuries into the past, the potter family migrated to india before a couple of branches returned to britain in the early 20th century. fleamont potter and his cousin, charlus potter, were the first potters to be born on british soil for centuries. fleamont potter married euphemia patil, a half-indian british witch, and had james potter. james potter, upon marrying lily evans, had harry potter- who was half indian.

the lupin family have a long history of naturally born werewolves, hence their family name. as time went on, and laws changed, werewolves born into the family would assimilate into packs instead of living as wizards with a dark secret. with time, fewer and fewer werewolves were born into the family, and the werewolf blood appeared dormant. remus lupin became a werewolf through an attack from fenrir greyback- the first werewolf in the family in several generations. his condition did not pass onto his son, but it is possible that remus being a werewolf may awaken the possibility of future werewolves in the lupin line in generations to come.

the weasleys hail from an old irish clan, one which they no longer practice the traditions and magic of- deeming them outdated in an age where they are deemed ‘blood traitors’ for their love and acceptance of muggleborns. the family magic is largely based around the elements, and is only really practiced by bill and charlie- though fred and george dabble in it from time to time. due to turning their backs on tradition, the weasley manor wards refused to grant entry to those in the family who did not practice their family magics- which is why they live in the burrow instead.

the weasleys fall from grace is infamous in pureblood circles. before the first war, they were actually a rather wealthy family. arthur weasley’s auror wage was enough to live off with two less children, and their vault was plentiful. molly added to their income by authoring books on household charms and tutoring pureblood daughters in etiquette. unfortunately, molly encouraged arthur to funnel money into the order of the phoenix to help with the war- they were not active participants, rather financial backers. by the war’s end, the family vault had been halved, they had two more children, and molly had quit authoring books to raise the children. she soon quit tutoring too, turning her back on other pureblood families due to her paranoia that anyone who hadn’t aided the order in the war were all dark and thus contributed somehow to her brothers deaths. soon after, arthur left the aurors and moved to head the misuse of muggle artifices office at molly’s insistence, due to her persistent paranoia- this time that something horrible would befall him as an auror. this caused another significant drop in the family’s finances, gaining them their reputation of being a poor family with more children than they can clothe.

the nott family are descended from viking clansmen in norway, and the majority of the family are still based there today. they’re very proud of this heritage, and every child born into the family is trained extensively in hand to hand combat from a young age. the nott family additional pre-schooling education also includes the language of old norse, nordic history, ancient runes, and runic magic. the england-based branch of the family add norwegian on to this as well.

the gaunt line, and subsequently the slytherin line, are only extinct in britain (the cursed child is not canon to me idc about delphini). a branch of the family, descended from one ominis gaunt, live on in france and have long abandoned their practices of inbreeding. the branch or branches of the family that remained on british soil rapidly squandered all that remained in their vaults by the turn of the 20th century, leading the family to financial and societal ruin with only their heritage and a few heirlooms remaining intact.

the lovegood family are rather notable as one of the few remaining seer lines in britain. pandora lovegood, upon marrying xenophilius ollivander, found her own seer ability passed down to her daughter luna. many overlook their seer lineage and focus more on the family’s eccentricity, forgetting that true seers rarely speak in plain language- they cannot always just speak the truth of what their visions show them, they must relay what they have seen in a way that makes others search for the answer. it’s not that hard to understand when you actually try it.

#harry potter #hp fandom #hp headcanon #dark harry potter #hp drabble #harry potter headcanon #harry potter drabble #harry potter fandom #the ancient and most noble house of black #draco malfoy #luna lovegood #house of gaunt #weasley family #remus lupin #theodore nott

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notthesomefather · 5 months

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Invocation to Hel

[[Prayer written by a member of the Godsring.]]

Hail unto thee Hel,

Oh goddess of Helheim,

The one who brings us into your warm embrace,

Who grants the lonely and restless a place to belong.

We invite thee, oh sister of Fenrir, sister of Jorgamandr, daughter of the mighty Angrboða and Loki into our lives at this time.

May your presence of peace fill our aching hearts,

May your hands comfort us in all walks of life.

We ask that you, oh goddess of half life and half death,

Lead and guide us as our souls travel down this ancient path.

Oh Hel, we praise thee and thy presence as it enters into our lives,

May it always be there,

Your loving light guiding us from the darkness.

Hail Hel!

#hel #devotionals #prayers #hela #heathen #asatru #rokkr #rokkatru #norse pagan #norse paganism #norse heathen #norse heathenry #germanic pagan #germanic paganism

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stars4loki · 1 year

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30 days of devotion to Loki

day 5: Deity's family members

Loki is married to Sigyn and they have two sons together. Narfi/Nari and Váli. By the jötunn Angrboða, Loki is the father of Hel, the wolf Fenrir, and the world serpent Jörmungandr.

Hail Loki!

#deity work #deity worship #lokean #loki #pagan #paganism #witch #witchcraft #loki devotee #loki devotion

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broomsick · 1 year

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Devotional writing to Fenrir

I see you high upon a hill, standing with the sun at your back, sinking claws into dirt. I see that your jaw is set and your gaze, unwavering.

You have swallowed the colors of the landscape and you now glow with them, with the crimson of vengenance, the pitch black of mighty anger.

I see the light of day sink at your feet and I know well, when I see your broken chains, how all the forces that held you back will also fall and be swallowed in the wake of divine reprisal.

You will run, greatest of beasts, towards a fate long in the making: so has seen the High One within the waters of a well.

You will exact retribution, make your own justice, become champion of the wild nature of things, and symbol of downfalls.

I bow to you and lay offerings at your feet, for your might is certain and you are the one who broke free, the inspiration for all who have been bound.

#Fenrir #hail Fenrir #norse paganism #heathenry #prayer #prayers #poem #poems #personal #deities #deity work #paganism #norse gods #norse polytheism #spirituality #polytheism

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hell-yeah-satanism · 4 months

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a e offering for fenrir

"Karma's gonna come collect your debt"

#paganism #religion #norse mythology #fenrir #norse fenrir #hail fenrir #fenris #norse god #norse myth #norse #norse pantheon #norse gods

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cryptcreechur · 1 year

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Deity Blurb 03 - Týr

Týr/Tiw is the Heathen god of justice, law, oathes, victory (especially in battle), the Thing (a traditional legal assembly).

The Skálskaparmál names him as the son of Odin, but in Hymiskviđa Týr is called the son of the jötunn Hymir.

Týr was the only one of the Æsir brave enough to approach and feed Loki's son Fenrir, and the one who sacrificed his hand during the Binding of Fenrir.

The name Týr derives from the proto Indo-European word *deywós, meaning "god" and coming from the root *dyew, meaning "celestial" or "sky." This suggests an ancient association between Týr and dominion of the sky, which now seems to have been lost.

I don't have much experience with Týr, but in my understanding, he is a fierce and compassionate god. He is not afraid to do what is right and will fight for those who have been wronged or dealt injustice. There's a solemness about him, and he keeps his promises, even if they cost him dearly.

Offerings to Týr may include:

wolf scultpure or pendant

beef or ox meat

handmade sword or personalized sword / sword shaped object

one glove

bread, especially if torn in half

coffee

One may decorate an altar to Týr with war, justice, or Fenrir iconography; blue, purple, or white ribbons/buttons/cloths; a daggar or small sword; the rune Tiwaz (ᛏ); symbols of law; candles and incense; an offering plate and cup; ruby, tiger eye, carnelian, or pyrite.

Devotional acts to Týr may include service for your kin or community, compromise and teamwork, accepting responsibility for your actions that have harmed others, assist and humanize those with disabilities, donations or volunteer work at wildlife preserves or animal shelters (especially those that house or rehabilitate wolves), commit to overcoming obstacles/hurdles, and living with a sense of justice and courage to fight for those who have been wronged.

Spellwork calling on Týr could specialize in victory over enemies, overcoming obstacles, due process/justice served, courage, strength, or shadow work.

Hail Týr!

(images credits: top left - pinterest, top right - Kevin Cain, bottom - GildedAshes on DeviantArt)

#heathenry #norse paganism #pagan witch #paganism #baby witch #deity blurb #norse deities #deity work #týr #hail the one handed god #this post turned out to be longer than i expected wahoo

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asher404notfound · 11 days

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Temporary altar setup, just got a fenrir figurine today, when my living situation changes (hopefully soon) he'll get a larger space dedicated to him^^

Again, this is temporary, I am aware of the fire hazards as of rn, they will change soon, but I had a long day. Good night guys^^

Hail Fenrisulfr! Son of Loki

#fenrir #heathenry #norse gods #norse heathen #norse paganism #fenrir deity #fenris #norse mythology #witchcraft #altar #candles #wolves

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devhinthepoet · 10 months

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Ragnarök

Yggdrasil the world tree

It burns as if by decree

Has Ragnarök come to destroy?

Surtur's ploy

Fenrir at the gate

Glorious thing fate

Gods fear

Loki protects the queer

For the tree we shed a tear

As the veil becomes sheer

Odin devoured like a feast

The wolf a demented beast

Time has come

Reign of the old gods sets with the sun

As fires settle and quell

A new day for the worlds

Sun glints as if a pearl

The queer hailed

As a new era prevails

Having valiantly fought

Their gift not bought

Now seen

Not inbetween

#queer poetry #norse #pagan

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darthstitch · 2 years

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History Class Cryptids: A Week in the Life

Monday

On Monday, Dream of the Endless reviewed the books of his dreamers in his Library, sorting out stray dreams and nightmares and making sure all was well with the sleepers who visited his realm. If he had marked certain volumes to ensure a peaceful rest for some of those dreamers, well, that was his concern. His loyal Librarian carefully hid her knowing smile when some of the names on those volumes included certain young students of his acquaintance.

She also did not giggle when Dream took a few minutes to visit a sleeping Hob Gadling to chase away a old, painful memory that threatened to become a nightmare. The two of them had long since talked over That Night in 1889 and reliving it in the Dreaming was getting to be tedious. Honestly.

(And Hob had an exam to conduct on the morrow and really didn't need to wake up grumpy and out of sorts.)

That Dream returned back to his Palace with a becoming blush on his normally pale cheeks and his lips kiss-swollen and curved into one of those now-frequent little smiles was something Lucienne was not going to point out to her Lord.

She'd let his sister do the honors instead.

2. Tuesday

Tuesday saw the Lord of Dreams making a visit to his nephew, Jed Walker, who was again under Gault's care. She had grown very fond of the boy and was quite protective of him.

(There were a few "greats" with the whole nephew business, but that was all right. It didn't matter. Family was family after all.)

He might have chosen to keep his distance from the Walkers, believing, as it were, that he'd done quite enough to cause them pain. Jed and Rose weren't having any of that. They'd insisted he visit and in these days, he had found himself quite unable to deny Certain Mortals anything. The Walkers were on that very short list.

He was quite amused at Jed's continuing adventures as The Sandman and praised the boy's inventiveness at crafting his stories. He was shown a sketchbook that Jed was busy filling out to tell his tales and the two of them had quite a discussion over what his next adventures would be, with copious amounts of cookies and some hot chocolate.

Before he left, the boy caught him up in a hug and said, "See you soon, Uncle Dream."

Uncle Dream.

He rather liked the sound of that. And the hug too.

3. Wednesday

Dream was quite sure that Wednesdays had it in for him.

Perhaps old Odin Gallows-Ruler had never quite forgiven him for that one time back in the Year of Fenrir's Stalking, a winter that had been particularly sharp and cold. Dream had won that particular game with a particularly clever flourish that he was rather proud of.

Even if Lucienne rolled her eyes at him when she recalled that memory. She had been his Raven at the time.

But still. Six thousand years was rather long to hold a silly grudge.

That being said, the Lord of Dreams and Nightmares repressed a careful sigh as he stalked the streets of London, boots lightly touching the ground as he chased after a particularly stubborn Nightmare. This one wasn't as noxious as the Corinthian, but it was malevolent enough that it had the gall to chase after a few of the students in Hob's classes.

That would not do at all.

There was a bright flash as Dream rounded a corner. Power, a grace that was quite distinctive in its flavor, was in the air.

Dream knew what it was, of course, as he had stopped to take in a vision of black, starlit-touched wings and a bright sword that shone in the gloom briefly before it was sheathed again. The Angel - no - Archangel - had a little girl in pyjamas that he'd carefully tried to shield behind a wing.

His Nightmare lay cowering on the ground, whimpering in terror. A tentacle lay twitching just a few inches away, bleeding sickly green ichor.

"Hail, Commander of the Host," Dream said simply, taking refuge in the formalities, which was always best in these matters. "I apologize, as I have been remiss in my duties of late - "

"No, it's quite all right," said Michael the Archangel, lately known as Percival of Kingsman. "I heard about that business with Burgess, Dreamlord. I'm sorry that happened to you - "

"I would rather not speak of it further," Dream responded shortly. He banished away his stray Nightmare with a wave of his hand. The unmaking of the creature would be done shortly in the Dreaming.

"Who's that, Percy?" asked the little girl.

"Well, he's a friend, sweetling," Michael answered, picking her up in his arms. "Lord Morpheus, the King of Dreams and Nightmares and the Prince of Stories."

"I like stories," the little girl said, bright blue eyes studying Dream intently.

"I am glad that meets your approval, my Lady Daisy Genevieve Unwin." He knew her dreams, of course, which often involved adventures with her two beloved older brothers, and had an Arthurian flair.

A gasp. "You know my name!"

"He knows everyone's names, darling. Let's get you home, before Eggsy and Harry send out all of the Knights looking for us. And perhaps, His Darkness might join us for a cuppa?"

It was on Dream's tongue to make a polite refusal but he'd underestimated Daisy Unwin and those appealing bright blue eyes. "Please, Mister Dream? I'd like to hear a story from you before I go back to sleep."

Mortals. Honestly. Lucienne would never let him hear the end of this.

"It would be my honor, milady."

4. Thursday

"He has absolutely no idea what he's doing to our collective sanity, does he?"

A sigh. "Nope. Did you take pictures?"

"I gotchu, Professor G. This adorableness needs to be recorded for posterity."

"I am not adorable," Dream of the Endless said, with a mighty attempt at maintaining his dignity as Monarch of the Sleeping Marches. "I am simply having a conversation with young Master Robin here, lest he continue to disrupt your class, Hob Gadling."

Young Master Robin, who was all of six months old, gurgled happily in Dream's arms. There was an excited wave from one pudgy fist, which Dream caught with careful fingers before it collided with his nose.

"I'm sure it's very interesting, Murphy," said Max with a cheerful nod. "Don't mind us. We'll just die of the cuteness over here. It's not a bad way to go."

"You mortals defy my understanding sometimes."

"I'll explain it to you later, love," said Hob with resignation, but not before dropping a quick kiss to a corner of Dream's pouting mouth. Dream struggled mightily to maintain the annoyed look, but his eyes, of course, gave him away, which only made Hob shake his head at him, his own lips pressed firmly together to prevent the laughter from escaping.

Little Robin had no such inhibitions of course. The baby giggled and made some sort of sound, which made Dream nod solemnly at him. "You're quite right, Master Robin. If your mother doesn't mind, we shall take a little walk 'round so that Hob might continue his lecture in peace."

"Thank you, darling," was the fervent response.

"Just bring him back safe and sound, that's all I ask," said his mother, Joyce cheerfully.

"You have my word on that."

5. Friday

It had been a while since Dream of the Endless had touched an instrument.

He knew how long of course. He could count the aeons, the years unspooling down in his memory down to the very second.

Ever since he had lost his son.

Orpheus.

Dream had chanced upon Hob's students in one of the music rooms, music, of course, being another interest that the children had. Eddie, of course, had shown such wonderful verve on the electric guitar, which had bled over into the D&D campaign that they regularly ran. Iggy enjoyed the drums. And young Jane Ives had shown an aptitude for the piano.

Isabel, though this was something of a running joke amongst her own countrymen, could sing quite well. And the other children either could sing or simply enjoyed the music.

"Do you play?" was Jane's question, as Dream touched the ivory keys of the piano with careful reverence.

"Yes."

She scooted over to make room for him, smiling an invitation.

He'd almost wanted to say no, he almost wanted to flee, at that very moment, back to the Dreaming, to bury himself in his work, as always, because there were a hundred thousand tasks awaiting him and ten thousand more on the morrow.

"I didn't know that you played," said Hob, standing in the door and conveniently blocking his only means of escape, at least with the children present. "I'd love to hear it. Please?"

The children, of course, chorused their own pleadings, but truly, there was no need. Hob was obviously one he would never say no to. Not this simple pleasure. Not this one thing.

Dream of the Endless could sing, of course. His son had come by his love and talent for music honestly, inheriting it not just from his mother, but from his father as well. Orpheus heard his father sing him lullabies and stories from the cradle, carried the music in his blood and to the very marrow of his bones.

Dream hadn't sung since his son was lost to him. Hadn't played since their last painful conversation.

But he played now, fingers dancing lightly across the black and white keys. He'd raised his voice in melody, to see the wonder and delight and love in Hob's eyes, to invite the children to sing and play with him.

And then, suddenly right next to him, was his sister. Her hair was sunlight and her mismatched eyes shone bright and butterflies danced in their air, one of them tangling in his own dark locks.

The children didn't question the presence of this stranger. It seemed that she had always been right there.

Delirium. Who was Delight once more, just for the fraction of this eternal moment.

"ThAT was LoveLY, DreAm," Delirium said shyly. "I HoPe you Don'T mind."

"I don't mind, sister. I am glad to see you."

"YoU sure? 'Cause, sometiMes, you SCare Me a little, but You'Re not so Sad lateLY right? I w0rrY."

Dream dropped a kiss into the soft fuzz of her hair. "I regret that I made you feel this way, my sister. And you're right. I am happy right now." He slanted a look at Hob, who clearly wanted to ask so many questions but kept a tactful distance from them. "You know you can always visit me in my Realm, don't you? You are welcome there."

"Pr0misE?"

"Of course."

Delirium beamed.

Somewhere in the labyrinth that Destiny walked, the ground shuddered. His Book fell open and its Pages fluttered.

Destiny traced his long, bony finger across the words of a Page he knew well.

But the Story was Different now. It was Changing.

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Footnote the First: An Archangel and one of the Endless now had a standing appointment for coffee and tea every Wednesday, especially since Dream was still convinced that Wednesdays had it out for him. Tuesdays he could handle just fine. What do an Archangel and one of the Endless have in common? Apparently, a LOT of things, not the least of which was sibling woes.

Footnote the Second: Dream of the Endless is neither cute nor adorable - the very impudence! He and little Robin will take themselves off in high dudgeon, the better to get away from those ear-piercing squees.

Footnote the Third: On Saturday, Dream found himself cuddling next to his very amused, very warm, very accommodating boyfriend, who smelled of soap and some fresh light scent that was very pleasing to his sensitive nose, especially since he was currently burying his face in Hob's neck. His hands had found its way beneath Hob's shirt, the better to feel his skin. He was getting kisses as well, and this was quite restful, because even Dream Lords deserved a break every now and then.

#the sandman #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dream/hob #dreamling #Dream and the one time he made a sensible lovelife decision #michael the archangel #kingsman #i crack what I want #put tongue firmly in cheek and leave canon at the door

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