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The Dreaming, a realm of dreams and nightmares, was the home to many, including Dream of the Endless and his wife, Lady of The Dreaming.
In contrast to her husband, Lady of The Dreaming was a soft and gentle soul. The light to his dark. The dream to his nightmare. While Dream managed everything that occurred in the night, the nightmares and creatures, His Lady managed The Dreaming in the day, the more mundane of dreamers. Those who drifted in and out of their realm; the children, the elderly, and the night owls.
It was a good life. A happy, loving, joyful life. One that Morpheus and his Lady wouldn’t have traded for anything. They were content, and so in love.
Until the King of Dreams and Nightmares was captured. For over a century.
80 years later…
Lucienne, the head librarian of The Dreaming, paced in front of the crumbling library doors. The library was one of the only places in The Dreaming that remained upright. As the rest of the realm withered away, Lucienne and the Lady tried their best to keep the Library—Morpheus’s favourite place—as intact as they could. All their belief and love was channeled towards the tower filled with books as old as time.
With a hesitant knock, the librarian waited for an invitation.
“Come in, Lucienne.”
Pushing the door open, Lucienne’s eyes landed on the slumped figure of her Ladyship. As she had been doing for years now, the Lady of the Dreaming stared out of the Library’s grand window. She watched her realm, the one she had loved and taken care of for thousands of years, deteriorate into rubble.
Lucienne threaded her fingers together. Not only had she watched her home turn into nothing, she watched her Queen, once lively and the heart of the Dreaming, turn into an empty shell of the God she once was.
“Can I make you some tea, my Ladyship? Perhaps a meal?”
The Lady turned her head and smiled at her old friend. Without Lucienne, the Dreaming would have crumbled completely long ago. She patted the empty space next to her. “Come sit, Lucienne. I could use the company of a friend.”
Lucienne smiled and sat next to her Lady. Together, they both travelled deep within their minds, recalling old memories of their home, when it was once beautiful and filled with imagination.
“I wonder what Morpheus thinks about, trapped in that glass. I have not seen him since Corinthian made Burgess place a shielding spell. Do you think he knows we have not abandoned him?”
Lucienne hesitated. Ever since Jessamy was killed, there had been no news about the King of Dreams. Shifting her eyes to the Lady, Lucienne took in her sullen eyes, her glazed skin, and the slight tremble of her hands.
“Lord Morpheus is smart. That being said, I’m sure he does not know that his absence has resulted in… this.” Lucienne wanted to console her Ladyship, but there was little to offer. “He thinks about you, I’m sure.”
The Lady of The Dreaming clapped her hands and stood, smoothing out her long black dress. “Yes, he must. Let’s make our rounds, Lucienne. Perhaps we shall find something unusual today.”
Together, a librarian and a God in love walked the planes of their home, hand in hand, welcoming the warmth and comfort they offered the other, knowing they had little time left.
100 years later…
Dark, silver and blue eyes watched as Alex Burgess’s wheelchair wiped away the containment spell that had kept Dream, King of the Dreaming, captive for over a century.
Paul, Alex’s lover, turned back to look at the strange and powerful man. With the slightest nod, he pushed Alex’s wheelchair towards the door. This was the last time either man would come to the basement. They had hoped that this final offering would spare them.
Dream let out the softest of breaths, he could feel the freedom that awaited him. With the slightest stretch of his muscles, Dream stood. The hum around him grew louder, and settled deep within his heart.
With what remaining power he had, Dream broke free from his prison. Putting the guards to sleep, Dream rolled his shoulders. Before he reunited with his love, his wife, he had someone else he needed to take care of.
Alex Burgess had to pay for his crime. And the crimes of his father.
An unfortunate becoming, Dream thought. To pay for a father’s crime.
With a deep breath, Dream travelled to Alex Burgess’s dreams.
“Hello,” Dream spoke slowly. His voice carried through Alex’s mind, wrapping around his subconscious and drowning him.
Alex Burgess's eyes widened into a look Dream had come to familiarize with.
Fear.
“It’s you. You’re… you’re free.”
Dream stood, in all his dark glory. “I am. Do you have any idea what it was like? Confined in a cage for a century?” There was malice in his voice, running deeper than Dream’s thirst for vengeance. “Do you understand the damage you’ve done to your world?”
Alex shook his head, trying to back away from the very entity that had haunted his waking hours for years. “I’m sorry,” the man cried, “I didn’t know. Please.”
Dream stepped closer to the frightened man and leaned down. His eyes glowed and his anger simmered. “Your punishment, then, shall be a gift.” Dream had not missed the wince that came from Alex Burgess. After all, it was his father’s selfish need for a gift that had killed him.
“I give you this, the gift… of eternal… sleep.”
With a blow of sand, Alex Burgess was put to sleep for eternity.
Morpheus, now completely free of human control, thought of home. His realm. His love.
With no time wasted, Dream opened a gateway to The Dreaming. He was going home, back to his sweet lover.
Dark grains of sand prickled Dream’s face. With power he seemed to lack, Morpheus had gracefully landed in his realm on his side, weak.
“Sir? Sir!”
A familiar, feminine voice called out to Dream, and for just a human second, he imagined it to be his lover. Footsteps ran closer, and Dream tried to open his eyes.
“Oh, my goodness. It’s me.” Lucienne crouched beside her Lord. “It’s Lucienne.”
With a soft gasp, Morpheus opened his eyes. A burst of something warm washed over him, seeing his librarian. His loyal, forever liable librarian.
“Lucienne,” Morpheus said weakly.
Lucienne's lips pulled into a smile, her eyes glazed. “You’re home, my Lord.” She put her hand out.
Reaching for her hand, Morpheus’s eyes twinkled. “I am.”
Pulling her Master up, Lucienne and Morpheus stared at each other. Unspoken words, apologies, and questions hovered in the air between them. But Lucienne just smiles, and Morpheus nodded once.
They both begin the trek back to the palace, and Lucienne watches as her Lord takes in the outskirts of The Dreaming. How dull and unkept it has become.
Once they reached the doors to The Dreaming, Lucienne cleared her throat. “Forgive me, sir, but the realm… the palace… they are not as you left them.”
Morpheus pushed open the large doors. His eyes scanned the view before him. A piece of his heart broke, seeing his creation, his realm, in this state.
With a deeper, emotional undertone, Morpheus asked, “What happened here? Who did this?”
Lucienne threaded her fingers together. Her eyes on the tower, where she knew her Lady was residing.
“My lord, you are The Dreaming, The Dreaming is you. With you gone for as long as you were, everything began to crumble and decay.”
“What of the residents? The palace staff?”
Lucienne did not miss his true intention. What of my Queen? Where is she?
“Gone, sir. Most are gone.”
Morpheus' eyes lit with a dull fire. “Had they so little faith in me? That I would return?”
Lucienne wishes she could have been honest with him. Tell him just how his absence had affected the realm, the residents. She wished she could have reminded him of the Endless that had abandoned their realm. But she held her tongue. Like the loyal servant she was.
“What of my Queen, Lucienne? Where is she?” Morpheus wished he sounded less fearful.
Lucienne hesitated, and then she sighed. “She is here, my Lord.” Stepping next to Dream, Lucienne pointed at the palace tower, the library. “She is there. Waiting for you.”
Without hesitation, Morpheus began walking towards the palace. Once he reunited with his love, held her in his arms, he could think about his realm and the damage he had yet to repair.
Lucienne followed her Lord quickly behind him. As they reached the palace, Lucienne opened her mouth. “Sir… If I may?”
The hesitation in Lucienne’s voice put Morpheus on edge. Turning his head slightly back, he raised his eyebrow at Lucienne. “Speak, Lucienne.”
“In your absence, The Dreaming began to fall apart. The only reason it is still standing, is because her Ladyship has commanded it to. She is powerful, sir, but not as strong as you. For a century she has used power she does not hold, and it has taken a toll on her.”
Lucienne watched as Morpheus' back became rigid, how he flexed his fingers just to clench them.
“Like The Dreaming, I’m afraid she’s dying, my Lord. She’s carrying the weight of The Dreaming, and it was not meant for her.”
Morpheus stopped in front of the Library doors. He stood stiller than Lucienne had ever seen him. Power and anger rolled off him, and Lucienne squeezed her hands together harder. With a tone she had yet to hear, Morpheus spoke.
“Thank you, Lucienne. Leave me to mend the heart and strength of my Queen.”
Lucienne nodded, bowing. “Of course, my Lord.”
Before Lucienne could walk away, in a smaller voice, Dream asked her the one question that had haunted him for a century.
“Does she hate me, Lucienne?”
With no hesitation, Lucienne answered. “No, sir. She loves you just as much as you love her. If not more.”
Morpheus waited until Lucienne’s became a faint whisper. With a newfound fear, he brought his pale, slightly trembling hand to the door and knocked, once.
“Come in, Lucienne.”
Morpheus’s eyes fluttered. With a deep breath, he pushed open the library doors. Morpheus’s eyes landed on his Queen, sitting on a simple seat that looked like a throne. Morpheus’s dark eyes travelled the length of his lover, taking in her weaker body and sullen eyes.
“Darling,” Morpheus whispered.
With speed that had long died, Lady of The Dreaming turned her head to face her husband. Her eyes met his, glazed and remorseful, and she stood.
With parted lips, the Lady whispered, “Morpheus?”
As magnets do, or souls bounded by fate, Morpheus and his lover pulled towards each other. Arms and bodies tangled together, and they both took their first breath. Scents of the other filled their bodies and their hearts beat as one.
Morpheus tightened his arms around his lover, and let out a sigh at the feeling of her hands in his hair. Their bodies fused together as one, unknown to them where one started and the other ended.
His Queen pulled away, just enough to rest her forehead against his. “Am I dreaming, Morpheus? Please say no, I cannot handle it. Are you really here?”
Morpheus’s voice, thick with emotion, came from deep within his body. “I am here, my love. I am here.” At the sound of a quiet, broken sob, Morpheus pressed a kiss to his Queen’s forehead. “Oh, my darling. My love. My Queen. I am here.”
Fragile hands tightened their grip on his robes. Morpheus lifted his hand from his lover’s waist and placed it on her cheek. “You’ll never be alone again, I promise.”
Lady of The Dreaming nodded, believing her King. She could feel his trembling fingers. “It was horrible without you, my love. I…” She lifted her eyes to meet Morpheus’s. His eyes were screaming at her. Tell me everything. Be honest with me. I’m sorry. I love you.
“I am tired.”
Morpheus shut his eyes. When he spoke, his breath tickled her cheeks. “I know, darling. I’m sorry.”
Then, Lady of The Dreaming asked her husband for the thing she had wanted–needed– for over a century.
“Kiss me, Morpheus. Please.”
Knowing he owed her much more, Morpheus brought his lips to hers. Her lips were soft, almost silken, and untouched against his. Morpheus could feel the soft tickle of her breath beneath his nose, fingers carding through his hair and he breathed her in.
Pulling each other closer, the King and Queen of The Dreaming used their bodies to convey all their words, the apologies and confessions that had gone long unsaid.
Their reunion pleased The Dreaming, and as the King and Queen mended their relationship, The Dreaming began to mend itself.
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Could I request morpheus finding his wife after imprisonment in the mortal realm maybe she left to keep watch of the dreams that left the dreaming and is living as a mortal (maybe has a job at a bookstore). Morpheus gets slightly possessive and protective (you're my wife you belong in the dreaming where you're safe) and maybe gets a little jealous of a human friend she made. Ends with them goung back to the dreaming. I kinda imagine a grumpy x sunshine vibe. it can be fluffy slightly-angsty or even more of a funnier side up to you either way I'll read it
Also I say wife and fem-terms but I don't mind it being made gender neutral if you prefer
Thank you for your time and effort I look forward to more amazing content ✨️ 💕
Fandom: The Sandman
A/N: I made her as female because the thing in these is that when you use certain pronouns and say that she's his wife etc when requesting, I can't help but mentally adapt it onto the fic = I might accidentally use womanly stuff even if I'm trying to write it gn = I might get hate for it (it has happened before and it was quite a show last time which ended in a big drama and I lost a lot of followers for that and I definitely don't want it to happen again). Saying because I know someone might think I'm avoiding gn the best I can and attack me for it if I don't say anything. (And clarifying that I don't think it's your fault, it's just one of my oddities and I apologize for that, and yeah I have to admit that I prefer writing fem reader because at least then I know I won't make mistakes that would cause drama, but I want my blog to be as inclusive as possible with my abilities so I also write gn)
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When your husband disappeared, the whole Dreaming had gone crazy. People were worried about him first - then frustrated, and then they started to flee. You and Lucienne tried to tell them to stay and questioned if they'd really believe Morpheus would abandon his kingdom and all of its people like that.
"It has happened before," Afsaix grumbled as he packed his bags with everything he owned. "There's no telling when he'll return."
You grabbed the faun's arm and made him look at you. "He will come back! I know it!" Your words came out more desperate than you intended.
Lucienne watched the scene from the door, sighing as yet another resident of The Dreaming was about to leave.
The faun ripped his arm from your grip, closing his bag. "Don't be ridiculous, he's been gone for what, over 30 years? My house is in crumbles, I have nothing here anymore… We need to find somewhere new," he said quietly but firmly. He shook himself as if your hands had given him fleas and left.
"Lucienne, we have to stop this!" you pleaded with the only person who was just as confident of Morpheus returning as you were.
"I'm afraid there's little to do other than wait. Once Lord Morpheus comes back, we can work on restoring all this, but until then, we can only wait." She sighed, rubbing her forehead tiredly.
You nodded in defeat, knowing she's right. Then your eyes widened, only now realising where the dreams are going.
"Lucienne, they're going to The Waking World, which means that someone has to guard them," you told your friend desperately. "I have to go there and guard their doings. They can cause a lot of damage in there."
"I understand your concern, my lady, but are you certain you're ready to take such a large job on you?" Lucienne asked kindly.
You nodded again. "I have to, it's my responsibility while my husband is away. I will make sure everything remains safe." You bit your lip before you briefly hugged her. "And you, keep people who decide to stay safe here."
"I will do my best, my lady."
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You had settled in a little town and began working at a little bookshop around the corner with a nice woman living upstairs, secretly keeping an eye on dreams and nightmares that had escaped here. Most dreams settled just fine, living a peaceful life. But you sensed they felt like they didn't completely fit in this world, which was true, and you were sure they'd come back once Morpheus would return.
A hand was laid on your shoulder, and you smiled at your friend - Michael, a young man, barely 18, and you had persuaded Mrs. Brooks give him his first job.
"What is it?" you asked gently, and Michael gestured at one of the shelves with an elderly woman.
"She's trying to find a book that she read as a child, she doesn't seem to understand we don't have so old books."
"Oh dear," you sighed as you walked up to her.
The woman stared blankly into space, repeating "I need that storybook," over and over again.
You whipped your hand, a book appearing in your hand. "This one?" You held out the book, and her eyes lit up when she saw the title.
"Oh! Exactly that one, the young man over there said that you don't have it."
"Michael is new, and this is our last edition. Do forgive him."
The woman came to the desk, tightly holding onto the book and gave you a generous amount of money, way too much for it. "Keep the change, you just made an old woman's year." She patted your cheek kindly before leaving with the precious book.
You smiled after her, Michael blinking.
"How do you do that?" he asked.
"Do what? Make people happy?"
"No! The thing that you know exactly what they're looking for without them telling you, and then you just have it in your hands the next moment." He frowned thoughtfully.
You chuckled softly, putting your hand on his shoulder. "I guess I just am good at reading humans. But Michael, would you be a dear and go unload a box of books that arrived this morning? I have to order another box for next week."
"Of course, right away," Michael replied eagerly, going back to work. You went behind the counter and got to work yourself, barely hearing a tingle of the door bell as the door opened. You heard steps and saw someone stopping to stand between the shelves.
"I'll be with you in a moment," you called out. The person didn't answer, but stood still which you found a little weird and finally looked up. Your breath hitched when you met his gaze.
He stood there in his black coat and a small smile playing on his lips, and you couldn't help but feel something stir inside your chest. It was like butterflies were flying around in there, as if you saw him for the first time - and it kind of was, first time in over a century. "Morpheus!" you breathed happily.
"My love." His voice whispered as you circled the counter and ran to him. You crushed against him with all the strength left in your body - his smell filled your nose, the warmth of his coat embracing you. Then he pulled away slightly, searching your eyes.
"Where have you been?" You asked urgently. "I've missed you so much."
"I was imprisoned, my sweet," he told you sadly, cupping your face tenderly. "I was kept away because of people's selfishness and greediness."
You kissed him then, relieved that he's returned safe and sound. Then you heard someone clear their throat and broke away, looking at Michael frowning at the two of you. Morpheus frowned back at him, but you just smiled.
"Michael, can I introduce you to my husband?" You laughed lightly before gesturing the boy closer.
"Oh! So this is your husband, he returned from his trip then? Pleasure to meet you, I'm Michael." he extended his hand to Morpheus, but he didn't shake it, just glared at him and Michael retreated his hand. "Right. Um, do excuse me." He cleared his throat again nervously and walked back to the storage room.
You frowned at Morpheus after Michael had closed the door after him "Why did you do that for? He tried to be nice."
"Humans are not nice. They are full of themselves, thinking they are better than everyone else. People who kept me prisoner showed me how humans truly are." Morpheus sighed heavily, and you rolled your eyes.
"You're jealous." He didn't reply, but his expression confirmed it. "You have no reason to."
"We will go back to The Dreaming now." he muttered, turning towards the door, but stopping as he saw you had no intention to follow him.
"Morpheus, I have to take care of the shop first."
He sighed, lifting his chin up. "No, you are my wife, you belong in The Dreaming with me, where you are safe. You do not belong here among mortals."
"I didn't mean I'm staying here for good," you said with a small laugh. "I just have to arrange things so I won't leave anyone in trouble."
"You worry too much," he murmured, leaning down and kissing your forehead tenderly. His hands stroked your cheeks softly and looked around the little bookshop. "This is... nice looking."
"Well, not as nice as the library at the palace, but it's a cute little shop." you grinned, taking in your surroundings. This building had been your workplace for over a century, it had gone for so long that you pretended to be the great-granddaughter of your first self, but you always knew there would be an end for it. You had told Mrs. Brooks when you started working that you'd quit once your husband returns from overseas from his "business trip" and one of your employment conditions were that you have the right to quit on the spot if you wished. She had been fine with it, she had a bunch of people who were willing to do part-time job there in case they were in need of a new employee - her friends who had already retired, if you had gotten it right.
So you squeezed your husband's hand and made your way upstairs to tell Mrs. Brooks that it had come your time to leave, and after hugging Michael and getting a box of cookies from Mrs. Brooks and her wife, you took off with Morpheus, back to The Dreaming.
Back to home.
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Hello! I saw your requests were open and was wondering if you could write a Morpheus x mortal!reader where he has a crush on her and Idk maybe they’re friends or something and he sees her kissing another guy at a party and gets jeaulous.
Or… maybe a Morpheus x Johanna’s apprentice!reader where they have to go on kind of a mission together to help/save Johanna and they end up falling in love?
Couldn’t choose between the two tbh 😅 Any of them would be fine. If its okay for you, ofc!
🫀REQUESTS ARE OPEN🫀
[TW: religious themes, demons, swear words]
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"I'm looking for Johanna Constantine," stated the stranger standing at your threshold. He was dressed in all black with pasty white skin that made him look either emaciated or vampire-like. Either way, it was a very uncommon taste but you didn't expect anything else from your boss's acquaintances.
"You and me both, man," you answered as you leaned against the doorframe. "She was supposed to go to some town outside of London, look at a girl and come back. Maybe do an exorcism but she sounded convinced it wouldn't be needed."
"When was that?"
"Like two days ago?" you said with a shrug. Most of the time, Johanna was stuck in a cycle of disappearing and showing up shortly after without even a scratch.
The stranger leaned in. His dark eyebrows furrowed only furthering his intimidating appearance. "And you haven't thought of finding her?" he asked in an unnerved voice.
"Of course I did!" you exclaimed while throwing your hands in the air. The last thing you wanted or needed was a random man suggesting you were irresponsible. "Who do you have me for, raven boy? The only thing stopping me from going after her is herself. Have you ever seen Johanna angry? No? I have and now I don't watch scary movies with my light on because I know there are worse things."
"Where is Johanna?" The man was growing impatient and angry. Whatever he needed her for, it was something that clearly couldn't wait.
The stranger's irritation was, truthfully, an expression of your own worries and desperation - lead-like dread had been sitting in your abdomen for the entire day. Perhaps it was time to brave through your fear of Johanna's anger and show some agency. "She's supposed to be in Dover, like 2 hours from here. I'll grab my keys and we can go."
But Morpheus grabbed the sleeve of your jacket before you could walk away. You were about to scold him, tell him that he's being very forward to a person he had only just met, but suddenly you weren't in your small apartment in London. In the distance, you heard sea waves crashing against cliffs and a flock of seagulls screaming over the shore: undoubtedly, you had found yourself in Dover.
"Come," he called out behind you. Judging by his aloofness, he must have often just reappeared wherever he wanted.
Turning around towards Morpheus, you saw a brick mansion with thick ivy covering its walls. The windows were either too dirty to see through them or the architect was strangely fond of opaque glass. The paint was chipping off the wooden door, silently suggesting that no one had taken care of the house in a long while. A murder of crows seemed to have taken over the mansion - a row of black birds sat along the ledge, staring at the two unwelcome guests. They seemed to grow irritated as their loud caws did not scare you off from their den.
"Creepy old house," you slowly said to yourself as you took in the disturbing sight. "That's definitely on my jeepers-creepers bingo."
"Did Johanna employ you as a jest?" His tendency to speak in a quite monotone voice made it difficult for you to decide whether it was a genuine question or an attempt at being mean.
"I hope not. I tend to have a very limited repertoire of cynicism and self-deprecation."
Suddenly, a muffled scream reached your ears. Among the crashing waves and seagulls it would have been impossible to hear it had you been standing even a few meters farther from the house. The crows also contributed to the general disruption. Wickedness, quite curiously, came with a drop of genius.
"Basement. Of course," you said in a low voice while slightly nodding to yourself. "Let's go."
Entering the cellar, your nostrils were instantaneously filled with the putrid smell of mould and rotting blood. The floor was covered in something wet and you were suddenly grateful for the lack of light in the concrete corridors - it was better to naively assume it was just water from faulty, old plumbing. Your heart was thundering in your chest as you followed Morpheus and his strides towards the screams and rattling of chains that only grew louder with each of your rushed steps.
With trembling hands, you pushed open the door at the end of the dark corridor. Sure enough, on the other side, you found the source of the blood-chilling screams. Across the concrete room was a man dressed in a cassock, who was speaking in a language you had never heard before. Was he... praying? High above his head levitated Johanna's body with limbs stretched out so much they threatened to completely dismember her at any second. She must have been screaming for hours on end as her voice became raspy. So far, both of them seemed to be unaware of your presence.
"A satanic priest. Because there wasn't anything more cliche," you whispered.
Morpheus was about to take a step towards the possessed man and suffering Johanna but you grabbed his arm. He looked at you with nothing short of annoyance - you were, clearly, treading on thin ice.
"You may be an expert on pulling Houdini-worth tricks but this is my field of expertise. Like it or not, I need you to trust me with your life for the next bit," you spoke quietly. Every now and then you'd look towards the horrifying sight on the other side of the room to make sure that you still had the element of surprise.
Rummaging through the pockets of your jacket, you pulled out two containers and shoved them in Dream's chest. With vivid unsureness, he took them from you. "Holy water and blessed salt," you explained. "Throw it at him or around him. It won't kill the demon but will surely weaken it. I'll do the talking."
Having said those words, Morpheus left your side to march towards the possessed priest. You took in a deep, slow breath to try and calm yourself. As an apprentice, you knew that the day of your trial was coming sooner or later but you never thought that the life of someone you cared about would be part of it. A grim duty fell on you - there was no one else who could help Johanna before she dies from the ritual she was currently undergoing. Whatever happens now, was to forever remain your sole responsibility.
Johanna had made you practise the exorcism prayer so many times you learned it barely a few weeks into your apprenticeship. It was just a strange skill at the time but now, when her life and well-being were in your hands only, it was akin to a superpower. Having taken in another deep breath, you began reciting the formula as fast as you could while maintaining the necessary clarity of speech.
The demon was no longer oblivious to your pesky presence but Morpheus did an excellent job at keeping it distracted enough to not go after you or poor Johanna. Considering how much of the blessed salt and holy water actually ended up on the possessed man, Dream had an exceptional aim. A blood-chilling scream resounded once more but this time it didn't belong to Johanna: it was the demon, crying out at the pain of being torn out of a corporeal form. His agony could partially be accredited to the sole fact that he was going to be banished to Hell, a place even demons feared and disliked.
Once the demon was exiled from this realm, Johanna's body hit the concrete floor of the basement with a muffled thud. Then, a groan left her mouth and you sighed in relief. Even if her bones were shattered, she was alive. Wasting no time, you run towards her to help her get up.
Straining to stand up, Johanna groaned out: "Well, that was really fucking fast."
"Yeah, I had my Eminem phase in middle school," you answered dismissively as you put her arm around your neck for better support.
"What took you so long?"
"I didn't actually think you were in trouble, Johanna. He brought me here because he wants something from you." Only when you motioned your head towards the black-haired man did she notice him. She let out an irritated sigh but it was quiet enough that only you heard it.
After a few limping steps, Johanna was well enough to walk on her own or at least she claimed so. She crossed her arms on her chest as she approached Morpheus, whose expression remained ever so unreadable. Apparently, an exorcism wasn't enough to elicit emotion from him. Johanna gave you a meaningful stare and you knew it was time for you to go and irritate the crows outside with your unwelcome presence.
Long minutes went by when you were staring at the sea and cliffs in the distance, listening to the shrieking and cawing of the black birds over your head. What was taking them so long? Among the noise, you heard someone's footsteps behind you: it was Morpheus but curiously, he came alone.
"Where's Johanna?" you asked.
"There were affairs she needed to see through before leaving," he answered while approaching you. Barely a meter or two away from you, he just stopped. Morpheus simply stood there, the sea breeze tugging at his dishevelled hair. He stared at you with flustering intensity as if he was trying to look through you and inspect the particles of your very soul.
After a while, his silent gawking became so uncomfortable you couldn't ignore it any longer. "Okay, what is it?"
"You are an absolutely aggravating creature," Morpheus stated while still looking at you with that stern, cold stare. His voice was so low, slightly raspy, that you felt it down to the marrow of your bones. "But I can not bring myself to hate you."
A playful smile crept unto your face. Maybe the raven guy wasn't the killjoy he introduced himself as. "Funnily enough, I was about to say the same thing. This whole 'woe me' brooding thing you have going on is infuriating. But it's also giving me very un-churchy thoughts."
Suddenly, something about his expression changed: a glint of mischief glistened in his blue eyes and one corner of his mouth pulled up ever so slightly. "Would you like to hear mine?"
You were about to answer him something equally suggestive when Johanna made her presence known: "Get a fucking room you two!"
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Wishes Come True?
Its been awhile since I last wrote fanfiction, please excuse the mistakes made. I love fanfictions where the fictional characters come to ‘life’ and deal with the real world or vice versa or straight the worlds just collide and become one. This is a Morpheus x reader fanfiction
Summary : When your besties finally influences you to do some New Year’s Eve superstitions and they actually work out for you. Makes the saying of ‘Be careful of what you wish for’ little too serious in the this case. Now you have to figure out how to get The Sandman back to their universe or deal with the consequences.
Word Count : 3,007
Warnings : bad language, use of drugs, alcohol consumption, low-key a crackfic
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“So you’re telling me that I got to eat twelve grapes under a table while making one specific wish for each grape under sixty seconds while attempting to not choke and wear different colored underwear that each have their own meaning for something to happen in the new year. Yeah, that sounds about right”
“C’mon, I mean when you put it like that, it makes me sound like I’m a crazy person, but I don’t want to be the only person to do it, and it's not like we both have something going on in our personal lives anyway.” My friend, Delia, was trying to compel me into doing some New Year's Eve rituals, so we can have a ‘fun’ new year.
“Fine, I’ll do it for your sake, but I just want you to know one very important thing.” I looked her dead in the eye. “Yeah, whatever it is, just as long as we get to do it.” She accepted easily. “Get seedless grapes, I’m not going to die by grapes with seeds in them.”
The plan was for us to go to our other friend’s house for a New Year's Eve party, but of course, something always has to happen to prevent us to come together, even for holidays. The friend that was hosting the party had to cancel due to getting Covid and didn’t want to risk anyone else getting it. So the new move was just for Delia and I to get drunk and high at my house, eat some fast food, and watch some crappy movies.
As I waited patiently for my friend to arrive, preparations were in order. The only decorations I have of course are memes related to New Year’s Eve being printed and left over colored streamers from different holidays. Clearly ready to welcome the New Year. Checking if I had enough alcohol and zaza for us to hit to make this evening ever so special. Sadly, I was lacking in the alcohol department, so I sent off a quick text to my friend for her to stop by the store to do a last minute run. After that was said and done, I took a quick rinse and got ready, deciding on wearing some clothes instead of wearing pajamas on New Year's Eve. I put on a chunky knit sweater in my favorite color, and I was about to put on pants, but I remembered I promised to wear different colored underwear, so pants aren’t an option. Debating to myself which underwear colors should I wear, I decided upon the colors yellow for money, blue for my health, white for happiness, and most importantly red for romance. Obviously, I put red first because at this point I am just desperate for another person’s touch, then white, blue, and lastly yellow. Putting on a simple pleated skirt, the look is completed, and so I can be comfortable wearing this many pairs of underwear.
Hearing my phone go off, my friend texted me that she was there. I headed downstairs to go open the door and welcome her in. “Hello bestie, I hope you're as excited as I am for tonight!” she exclaimed. She held two bags in her hands, which I’m assuming contained snacks, grapes, and alcohol for our evening. “You know it, just set the bags in the kitchen. I’ll order us some DoorDash right now if you want.” I said. “I’m craving Wingstop, you down?” she asked. Agreeing with her, I went ahead and started to order what we wanted to eat.
After hitting some of the devil’s lettuce we were able to consume our food with such finesse, and with alcohol in our systems, we can easily say that we were far out of it and relaxed. “So, let me see what underwear you’re wearing?” I asked, staring at the TV that was playing Bluey. I turn to pay attention to her, only to see her make a face. “I know you didn’t just forget to wear the underwear now did you!” yelling at her. She made a dumbfounded face and sheepishly said she was in a rush for time. Shaking my head in disappointment, I flashed her the underwear I was wearing. “Oh my gods, you actually did it. Maybe you’ll have a better year than me,” she joked.
“I want you to know that I’m not going to let you forget this right.” I snorted at her words, giving her a playful shove. Turning back to watch the TV, watching Bluey wasn’t cutting it right now, it was time for something different. “You want to rewatch The Sandman until it hits New Year?” I asked her. “Hell yeah!” she cheered. Putting on the show to have a marathon into the new year.
“Ever notice how Morpheus kinda acts and looks like Edward from Twilight?” Delia jokes. “You know, saying that makes me realize I have a type in men now,” acknowledging her words,“Sad, tall, angsty, emo men are just superior.”
We made it to episode 3. Dream a Little Dream of Me by the time I took notice of what the time really was. “Shit, we have to go hide under the table now, it's 11:53” we scrambled to set everything together. We sat under the table, clutching our grapes in our bowls. Checking the time again, it's 11:59, I panic thinking about the wishes I want to come true in the next year. Then boom, it hit 12. I started stuffing grapes into my mouth with different wishes like wanting to pass my classes, become a skinny legend, and other dumb stuff. I got to my last three grapes, thinking about something really dumb to make. Wishing for The Sandman show to be real, I wish to be a part of a storyline with them, and I wish for Morpheus and I to fall in love. I checked the time again, 12:01. Smiling like an idiot, some part of me wanted to believe that my wishes would come true, but this is the real world, not some y/n fanfiction. “Happy New Year, bestie!” Delia cried out. She proceeded to tackle me in a loving embrace. “Happy New Year to you, too smelly.” I mustered out, not being able to breathe from getting the air knocked out of me. We got up from under the table, dusting and cleaning up our messes. We talked about our wishes and joked about how our new year was going to be especially magical for me this year.
It was getting late for the both of us, sadly, I made sure to order my friend an Uber to be safe. I bid her farewell and told her to text me when she got home to be safe. Now I’m left to my own devices. Starting to clean up the mess that we made, gave me time to notice how something now felt off. I brushed it off, thinking to myself it was just my high coming down along with sobering up. Cleaning gets done faster when you aren’t having a party. I texted my close friends and family Happy New Year while getting ready to shower. A shower will help with this off feeling, I hope. I peeled off my clothes, only to leave my underwear on to see myself in the shower. Examining the many layers of undies I had on, laughing to myself about superstitions. Longing hit me as I removed each layer to be left with red panties. I did wish for a romantic relationship, it gets so lonely you know. Getting fully naked now, and stepping into the warm water of the shower, muscles relaxing and being able to take deep breaths.
Allowing myself to daydream a bit while washing my hair, as I stood with the warm water hitting back, it felt as though the place where I was standing started to shift. I open my eyes to see I’m in an area of blackness, the only light coming from a spotlight over my head. “You wish for the King of Dreams and Nightmares to be real?” a female dissonance rang out. In front of me were three different women that were shifting in and out of each other, all at various stages in their life. A voice in my head said ‘The Hecate, the fates, the three in one, the maiden, the mother, the crone they have come to answer your requests.’
“Sisters, it seems she finally realized who we are, and don't want to keep her waiting now.” “Pity for the foolish girl to wish upon such things.” “Hush now sisters, after all this will be an interesting turn of events.” “Even Destiny couldn’t have seen this from happening, could he.”
“Please, can you tell me what is happening? Are you really going to make my wishes come true? This can't be real, you can't be real, this is my imagination.” I pleaded.
“Know this Y/n L/n, when you lay your head tonight in your dreams you may find yourself in a place you may only know from the screen and paper. Till we meet again,” with their final statement, they disappeared, and I'm back in my shower.
Cold water now pelts my back as I am left what to think about what just happened, whether the whole thing was imaginary. No matter how hard I tried to remember what just occurred, it was like my mind was trying to get rid of such an event. I rinsed whatever shampoo was left in my hair and turned off the water. Stepping out to dry myself off, leaving me time to think of what I just forgot, maybe I forgot to feed my cat or check my emails. I try to brush off the anxiety inducing feeling and just change into a t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants. Attempting to try to snuggle up in my blankets to find some comfort.
Today, in my dreams, I find myself lying on the sand of a beach. There is familiarity to this beach, to the grayness of the sands, the deep inky colored waters of the ocean. Sitting up to examine my areas, everything feels too real to the touch, the grains of sand between my toes, the warmth of the sun that was hidden by the murky clouds, the breeze that teased my skin causing goosebumps to appear. The feeling was very uncanny valley, but if this was a dream, it shouldn’t be too scary. Looking behind me to see a great wall with spectacular detailed gates. It dawned on me that these were The Gates of Horn and Ivory from The Sandman. ‘Great, I dreamed of being in the dreaming realm, ironic’ I thought to myself, picking myself up.
I wandered over to the gates, trying to remember what the gates meant and how to enter the true dreaming realm. “The dreams that pass through the gates of Ivory are lies, figments, deceptions. The other admits the truth. No one guards the horned gate anymore. I remember the way of old.” I recite from the comic book with ease, shocking myself with it. ‘Maybe I have a better memory when I am sleeping’ I mutter to myself. Regardless, I made my way towards the Gate of Horn. I didn’t need much force to open up the stone door, it's like it knows that I won’t do any harm to the world. I said thank you as I walked inside to the true center of the Dreaming, the gates closing behind me with a soft thud. To say I was in awe is an understatement, the clouds cleared up here, exposing the sun rays that encompassed the beauty that was of the land. It was like a wonderland with many mythical creatures that you could read about in books and see on screen, dreams and nightmares walking a muck in casualness.
My gaze landed upon the palace, it was ethereal, nothing compared to the show or the comics. I made it my mission right then and there to go forward and attempt to enter. The feeling of being watched suddenly came up again, the hairs on the back of my neck raised to the intensity. I looked up to the sky to see the infamous Matthew the raven staring at me as he flew past me, presumably to his master. Ignoring that, I say to myself, “The wilderness must be explored” quoting the child from the movie ‘UP!’ as I ventured on towards the castle.
The walk went gracefully as you could imagine it, seemed like the people of the realm were used to dreamers just walking about. Which is a huge relief on my behalf. The fan in me got excited as I passed each unique landmark that was featured in the show. The Houses of Mysteries and Secrets were a particular favorite of mine to pass by, only due to seeing them interact with each other and Goldie. It wasn’t long before I stood at the front of the castle of the King of Nightmares and Dreams. Anxiety came up in tidal waves telling me no, not to enter, but female voices in my head were saying to enter. I pushed through my fears and opened up the palace door and entered.
Wonderment filled my eyes, captivated by the beauty from within the architecture. Everything is immaculate to say the least, nothing could ever truly replicate the elegance of the pillars, the colors that showed down from the ever-changing glass panes, the lustrous floor tiles, the helix and flawless stairs that led up to a more beautiful throne that of which held its king. Making eye contact with him sent a shiver up my spine. His icy blue eyes pierced right through me, making every sensor in my body want to run, but couldn’t. Fight or flight wasn’t an option that was granted to me.
“See boss, I told you someone entered the realm through the gate.” Matthew defended himself. “Silence, now human how did you enter through the gate, more importantly my realm?” his voice boomed with authority.
“I entered through the Gate of Horn, the gate of which that only lets in those who of truth and how I entered in your realm is what I myself are still trying to figure out, Lord Morpheus” I confess. His brow furrowed at my statement. “You know who I am?” he interrogated. ‘Shit, I fucked myself over that one. Wait, this is my dream, why am I scared? Might as well see how far we can go with this without dying’ I thought to myself. “Lord Morpheus I know of all your titles, Dream of the Endless, the King of Nightmares and Dreams, Prince of Stories, Ruler of the Dreaming, and many more, sir. I know of your raven, Matthew, and your librarian Lucienne who helped keep order while you were away when you were captured. There are many things that I know of, but know this my Lord, I come to you with no harm, just curiosity.” I explained, hoping that I didn’t just doom myself.
His eyes were filled with anger, maybe bringing up his capture wasn’t the brightest idea in the world. “How could you know of such things, you are just a plain mortal.”
First, ouch. Second of all, this isn’t turning out well for me. I guess it's true, never meet your heroes. Before I even could defend myself more, he appeared right in front of me. It was a bad time to be in awe of his grace, but he looked so handsome in person. From how his hair fell from head down to face, framing his features perfectly, how his skin of was alabaster and radiant, his lips were the shade of a rhododendron in the late spring, his gaze, a fierce and cold rage held in his eyes, and his eyes were like a galaxy of stars, wanting to get lost in them forever without fear. It made me realize that we were both analyzing each other, but in my case it was deepening my love for the fictional character. When we made eye contact, it was like something clicked in him and me. I blushed and looked down towards the floor, seeing my reflection in the clean marble tiles.
“I swear to you, I truly do not mean any harm. If you wish to ban me from the Dreaming, I will not put up a fuss. I am willing to tell you anything and everything I know if you let me stay.” my voice stammered. The fear of rejection choking up in my throat like a dry pill to swallow. I looked back at him. “You may stay,” was all he said. I smiled in glee and relief. “I promise you, my lord, anything you wish to know, I will speak all that I know of, should you just ask.” There it was again, silence and staring at each other. This time his eyes were clear of rage, only filled with now somber. “My first question for you, mortal, what is your name?” he asked.
“My name is (Y/n) (L/n), my lord.” answering his question without hesitation. Before he could continue speaking, I felt myself start to wake up. Why must all the best dreams come to an end. I bid my goodbye to the king.
I woke up in my bed, thoughts racing. ‘Did that really happen? Did I really meet the Dream King himself? He was so scary, but really was handsome though. Ugh, I am never watching The Sandman that late ever again.’ I get up to start up my day. I pass by the window and see a bird perched on my windowsill, not just any bird, a raven. My eyes widen at the thought. I bust that window with lighting speed. “Are you Matthew?” I asked, thinking I'm still fighting off sleep. “Yes ma’am.”
Oh, shit.
Hope y’all liked the first chapter. Like I said, it has been a fat minute since I last wrote fanfiction so any corrections are greatly appreciated.
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"Tale as old as time", or how Good Omens planted a seed in my soul that's growing more and more (bettah) [1/2]
Hi everyone, I'm new here, and I just wanted to share my totally-personal-maybe-relatable experience with Good Omens, trying to figure out why it became sort of an obsession for me. This is a 9-years story so far, and - spoiler alert! - the passage of time played a major role in the evolution of my perception. (English is not my native language, so please forgive my faults!)
I first read the book about nine years ago. I was in a public library in Bologna doing research for my PhD in literature, when I stumbled upon the Italian edition. I was driven by the funny title, which was translated as "Buona Apocalisse a tutti!" (we could back-translate it to English as something like "Merry Apocalypse!" or "Happy Armageddon Everyone!"). I was Christian raised, and among all the books of the Bible, St. John's Apocalypse had always fascinated me, I guess because it was the one that most resembled a fantasy book. So I took the book from the shelf and started reading it. Soon I realized that I didn't need it for my thesis because it didn't fit the topic (I did use Coraline, Mirror Mask and Sandman, instead!), but it bewitched me right from the first lines, so I decided to put the library copy back on the shelf, purchase a copy in English and read it for pure pleasure. I enjoyed it so much that it became one of my favourite books ever. I was young and bold and had no idea that almost ten years later that story was going to mean so much to me and tear me apart.
Time passed by, and my life went on. In 2019, when the show came out, I was eager to watch it. The book was a masterpiece, and the show proved to live up to it. David Tennant and Michael Sheen were absolutely perfect in their interpretations and made me love the characters even more. While reading the book, I had found the relationship between Aziraphale and Crowley fascinating and irresistibly funny, but I didn't sense any love vibrations between them (and apparently they weren't supposed to be there yet, as we know from Neil that the love story is canon for the series but not for the book). I didn't read anything about the show before watching it, so I was quite surprised when I realized that there was something between the angel and the demon that I hadn't noticed 5 years before. I didn't see it coming at all, and I was all like, "Wait a sec... are they FLIRTING? I didn't remember that..." It was as in one of my all-time favourite songs: "Barely even friends, then somebody bends, unexpectedly".
This unexpected twist left me somewhat bewildered: it was like I had suddenly realized that two long-time friends of mine were having a crush on each other. It was a bit odd as I was totally clueless about it before that moment, but then the season ended more or less like the book did, the way I already knew. That was cozy and reassuring, and all those longing glances between Crowley and Aziraphale were just an extra icing on the cake. At the end of the story, their love hadn't been named (yet), just suggested. That happy ending was nice, gentle and romantic, leaving their relationship open to interpretation and imagination. I turned off my TV with a deep sense of amusement and satisfaction, and kept on with my life.
Four more years passed, then a friend of mine told me that S2 was out (I'm not very good at keeping up with news myself, I admit). I knew that there wasn't any sequel of the book, so I was surprised and really didn't know what to expect, but I knew Neil Gaiman himself wrote the script, so I was confident it had to be good. And of course it was. Since my partner hadn't watched S1, I decided to rewatch it with him before starting S2. This time I KNEW that there was something going on between Aziraphale and Crowley, and the bewilderment of the first watch gave way to something different, a sort of complicity. I found myself shipping them fondly and smiling at every little clue of their untold love. "Ever just the same / Ever a surprise / Ever as before / Ever just as sure / As the sun will rise." Life was good.
[Continues in Part 2]
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no wait so what would happen for a monster AU is that while still training in the City Benze gets selected to be a member of an elite experiment — he's already shown himself willing to go out on limbs, applying for residency at the research hospital instead of a proper surgical residency, already tested things on himself when he thought no one was looking (they're always watching) — that goes wrong. and he's the only one who survives and it's because he turned on the rest. so he runs, like he does in every universe, muttering something about starlight and coffins, blood and bite wounds. he's not quite human anymore.
but the elite selection wasn't the only batch of test subjects. another test, the original even, was done on a group of captives, dissidents from the slums and 'Joys brought in from the Zones. instead of just Drac'ing them and being done with it, BLI employed them in their biological weapons program. the entire point of this was to create a living breathing force of enforcers. but it went wrong the whole way down. the first as the last time, only one survivor in the group who got away. it seems to be a theme. that survivor was a desert-born Killjoy who called himself Sandman, and back to the sand with fangs and blood on his hands he went.
when Benzedrine found himself in the desert he also found himself found by Sandman, a creature of the night, rumored to be some kind of spirit haunting the desert looking for vengeance. older 'Joys call him a vampire. what he's actually looking for is a way out for an old friend.
(I think this is gonna end up being just a vampire AU)
Donnie, as in my mainline AU, was caught and turned into a Draculoid. Sandman's theory is that turning him, like all the old vampire stories people like to pass down like folk tales, would undo that. he's just gotta find the guy first, and the masks don't really help. he finds Benzedrine at some point and there's almost an instant telepathy between them. not like, mind-reading, but these senses that they can predict what each other is thinking a split second before they say it out loud. they recognize each other as The Same Kind Of Monster. so they stick together. they both think the other is totally weird but like whatever, they're the most Other things in this desert so what else are they gonna do?
Benzedrine is the more ruthless when it comes to feeding but Sandman finds it easier. he's been out here longer. he's more willing. Benze fights it until he's in a frenzy and then tries to analyze it, figure out what precisely the physiological alterations to them that have been done are, because if he doesn't perform clinical about it he will lose all control. he's constantly teetering on the edge of going full feral vampire, whereas Sandman is chill about it, accepts it (except for in the long days when he can't sleep and he wonders what it means to be human). they're monsters, the both of them
and they're trying to add another to their ranks.
Benze is against purposefully turning someone else. Sandman needs to test his theory. there's another theme there. these kind of tests never end well.
except this one does.
Benze refuses to participate. he will feed but he will not turn someone else (until he does, in fascination, but that's another story for another time that certainly can't end well. there's mercy killing involved at that point.). so Sandman does it and pulls the mask off his former best friend and daydream mechanic, suffering from sudden whiplash as BLI programming is overwritten by vampirism. Donnie doesn't speak for nearly two weeks. it's pretty much withdrawals. and at some point they've gotta find someonething to eat.
enter one H. Shoe Crab, Esq. Donnie's cousin, a vague acquaintance of Sandman's, and the cat about to be killed by curiosity. what can he say, he spent a year tailing Dr. Death Defying's radio crew and pestering the hell out of Cherri Cola and ended up with a fascination for research and radio interviews. 'course, he can't write so it took him a while to find a working tape recorder, but now occasionally he's a source for the radio crew (whenever Cherri isn't belligerently refusing to take the offer of fresh content. they've literally had petty beef for years this is my comic relief subplot lol). he's way too curious for his own good and at some point decides to track down his old acquaintance, Mr. Sandman, former golden child of the crash track and current desert cryptid.
Crabby boy stumbles into the other three's """lair""" (as in my main 'verse, it's an abandoned firehouse, bc I find the layout and designs of those places a super fun setting to have characters hang out in skskskfjs) one day and is met with three sets of should-be normal eyes that flash red in the light. after a LONG, CHAOTIC explanation (mostly done by Sandman, because Benze is Confused™️ and Donnie is not having a fun time getting yelled at by his cousin who thought he was dead) Crab just. makes himself at home. he's like ok so two out of the three of y'all I have history with so obviously we're a crew now. so what you're all weird failed experiment vampires that's fun we should hang out. who's the nervous little guy in the corner? (the nervous little guy in the corner is, of course, Benze, who has all the ferocity of one of those little fluffy dogs with needle teeth)
(Crab is SUCH a little shit in this AU I'm so serious. I haven't had a chance to play with that side of him in my main stream of writing but part of that is because my dude is VOCAL. like he's not mute in this version and he's making that everyone else's problem fr. he's still lowkey a voice of reason at the same time though in some ways though, just... also a total TWERP. let's just say there's a reason Cherri Cola has beef with him)
so I'm thinking if I write this it would be four separate short intro pieces on each character that start out with individual backstories and lead into them all meeting and becoming a crew. it takes a while to figure out the collective dynamic, but once they do they're unerringly loyal and absolutely dedicated to each other. found family at its peak with three vampires and their human buddy/one reasonably normal human and his three vampire besties who are all in some form of existential crisis at all times
none of them want to feed on Crab bc he's THEIR PERSON but also. for added angst potential?
it might become necessary someday
#YEHA. I'M THINKING ABOUT THIS#she speaks!#she writes!#ddas#the same kind of monster#<- AU name#tskom#idk which tag I'll use *shrugs*
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I Don't See What Anyone Can See In Anyone Else But You
The Goddess of the Moon was walking through London when she heard the news. It was a night like no other, the stars seemed to be alive with wonder and the moon…well, she was the moon. And she made sure that it shone brighter than anything else in the sky, every ident and crater visible from where she stood. But despite the moon's liveliness, the moon goddess herself was miserable. Every waking minute was spent in sadness and regret, things she never got to do or say or be. And all of that in memory of her lover, Morpheus. An Endless who had disappeared centuries ago but had never left her thought. She carried his memory with her wherever she went and the grains of sand he had gifted her inside a locket with a window.
The sand swirled and shifted in colour, blacks and purples reflecting the night sky. He had coats made of her domain and eyes that held her home, the night sky.
London at night was like no other place. Depending on what day of the week it was, the time and area it was completely empty save for the few people with their personal business. Y/N was such. She was visiting a woman, someone of old who had been drifting around the city since it's first days, before the Romans and the Vikings. Mad Hettie was her name and she was a sweetheart though she could be a bit leery at times.
She was walking through a square when she saw her, Mad Hettie with all her belongings piled into a shopping trolley, three different coats on and two hats. She was talking to a woman, someone who Y/N recognised as Joanna Constantine. Y/N had been friends with the woman since she was a little girl, when she would look out her window at night, think of all the possibilities, creatures and entities that were out and ask the moon about them. Their friendship was of request of one of her descendants who had asked that their bloodline be protected. But Y/N found she had a fondness for the Constantine bloodline.
"Hettie, Joanna," She had gently walked towards the two, hands in the pocket of her black coat.
"Oh, Selene." Hettie used her "goddess" name rather than her actual name although sometimes she drifted between the two, "How very nice to see you deary, have you heard the news?"
"What news?" The moon goddess stood beside the two women finally and looked at both their face. They looked well.
Joanna sighed, "Hettie's saying that The Sandman has returned, some guy called Morpheus. But y'know I told her that he's not real, simply a fairytale mother's tell their children to get them to sleep."
"Morpheus has returned?" Her voice held alarm.
"Oh Jesus not you too…" Joanna sighed.
"Selene and Dream of The Endless used to have dealings." Hettie giggled, "What do you think she carries around in that little necklace huh?"
At the mention of the jewellery her fingers gently raised and traced the glass feeling the beating of the sand against the window and the metal.
"Oh-" Joanna tilted her head, "What happened?"
"He's been gone." Hettie explained, arms waving wildly, "Just disappeared from his realm!"
"Just over two centuries ago." Y/N explained, anger biting her words.
"But he's back now, he's back now." Hettie gently shook her arm, "Anyways, best be going, send Dream of The Endless my regards." She giggled to herself and then turned to her trolley and began to push leaving the two women on their own.
Joanna shoved her hands into her pockets, "Wanna talk…about it?"
"No."
"Okay…want to come help with this exorcism?"
"…Sure."
The Exorcist and The Goddess turned to each other and began to walk up steps, into a square and eventually up some more steps. Y/N had just managed to get ahead of Joanna when she heard her footsteps stop and a voice that filled her entirely, "Constantine."
She turned and watched that familiar silhouette as Joanna tilted her head, "Have we met?"
"We have business, you and I." He said, head held high as per usual.
"Get in line, Bruv, can't keep God waiting." She laughed in his face and then skipped past him, taking Y/N's hand, "C'mon Selene."
Joanna went to keep walking, but Y/N stayed put, causing Joanna to turn around and assess the situation. And there she saw how Selene had frozen and was staring at the man who had tried to talk to her and the realisation hit her like a truck.
"Shit."
"Selene."
"Morpheus."
"You left." She felt unfair saying those words but anger took her reason, "You left me."
"I know." His voice was deep, his face twisted into a frown, "I was taken. A magus desired to capture my sister and instead took me." He explained.
Neither entity made a move towards each other until Morpheus spoke again, "I thought about you…constantly." His eyes flickered to the necklace she wore, the one he had gifted her with his sand in it.
For the second time that night her hand reached up to touch it, "I never took it off." Her head gently turned back to Joanna before she looked back to Morpheus, "I have to help Constantine with her exorcism…you know I promised to take care of her. But after that we'll have eternity…"
"I've waited for 200 years, I can wait for half an hour more." He let slip a soft smile, just for her.
And then she was hugging him tightly, hands slipping under that stupid big black coat that she so dearly missed, feeling the heat of the stars on her fingers. She clutched onto him, wholly wrapping herself around him, "I missed you, Morpheus."
"I missed you too. Now go exorcise that demon so I can have you to myself."
#sandman X reader#morpheus X reader#dream X reader#dream of the endless X reader#the sandman#lord morpheus X reader#morpheus#the sandman X reader
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🎃IRMA'S SPOOKY FICLET-FEST 🎃
Hello besties! If you know, you know, that I keep it spooky all year round, but halloween is my absolute favorite time of the year and I like to find creative ways to celebrate for the whole month! This summer I’ve been coming back to writing so much thanks to the newest silly man, so I decided to keep that up by celebrating the spooky season with ficlets! The goal is to keep them around 100 - 200 words so that I can manage to complete them, since life is super busy for me atm (but there’s always time for the spooky time). I’ve come up with a list of prompts based mostly on spooky songs and horror movies that I like.
RULES
The movie prompt requests CAN be related to the actual plot of the movie but not necessarily (maybe you just find the title interesting). Also applies to the songs
You can definitely mix up and combine from each category if you like! or throw an original idea of yours, mixed with a prompt from this list
Please specify if you’d like for the ficlet to include smut, or if you’d like for me to keep it sfw
(please consider that the main blorbo of the moment is Eddie Munson and that most of my writing recently has been centered around him, but I AM including the blorbos of my past)
Things I don't include in my writing: a character being related to another one from canon, specific descriptions of physical appearance such as weight, race, etc.
I came up with these prompts for my own use, and I don’t consent to have these reposted somewhere else without my knowledge. If you feel inspired to write based on these, I’d appreciate to be given the credit.
Prompt fills will start to get posted from late September through October 31st.
Happy Halloween friends, let the spooky season begin with open requests!
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CHARACTERS
Eddie Munson (stranger things)
Armitage Hux (and Gabriel O'Malley, a Domhnall Gleeson character that can be considered as an AU Hux) (star wars)
Kylo Ren (star wars)
HALLOWEEN ICONS/STAPLES
Pumpkin patch
Witches
Vampires
Spiders
Bats
Werewolves
Ghosts
Halloween Decor
Haunted house
Corn Maze
Movie Macabre
Horror Host/hostess
Trick or treating
Candy corn
Costumes
devils / demons
Possessed dolls
Slashers
Haunted trails
The grim reaper
Aliens
Goosebumps
SPOOKY SONGS
Dead Man’s Party
No One Lives Forever
Grey Matter
Looks That Kill
Shout At The Devil
Running With The Devil
Lady Evil
Poison
Grim Grinning Ghosts
Psycho Killer
Feed my Frankenstein
I Love The Dead
This House Is Haunted
Welcome To My Nightmare
I Was A Teenage Werewolf
Zombie Dance
The Number of the beast
Hell’s Bells
The Wizard
Enter Sandman
Children of the Grave
Bat Out Of Hell
Devil Behind That Bush
Bark At The Moon
Living Dead Girl
Spellbound
Witchy Woman
Tubular Bells
Dead or Alive
Monster Mash
Spooky Scary Skeletons
Fiend Club
Girl On The Moon
Bela Lugosi’s Dead
Weird Science
Freaks Come Out At Night
Riboflavin-flavored, Non-carbonated, polyunsaturated blood
I Put A Spell On You
Electric Funeral
Somebody’s Watching Me
Thriller
Dancing Dead
Waiting for Darkness
HORROR MOVIES
Critters
Killer Klowns from Outer Space
An American Werewolf in London
Friday the 13th
Halloween
Scream
The Craft
The Witches
The Lost Boys
The Fly
Child’s Play
Candy man
Frankenstein
Dracula
The Exorcist
Rosemary’s Baby
The Howling
Shivers
Misery
Nightmare on Elm Street
Re-Animator
Hellraiser
Ghostbusters
Carrie
Invasion of the Body Snatchers
The Addam’s Family
Creature from the Black Lagoon
The Rocky Horror Picture Show
Transylvania 6-5000
Beetlejuice
Horror High
Prom Night
I Know What You Did Last Summer
Fright Night
Near Dark
The Thing
#my writing#spooky ficlet fest#eddie munson#armitage hux#kylo ren#fanfiction#halloween#writing prompts#prompts
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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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Wait for me till the end of time
Part 1 Part 2
Chapter 3- final part
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Y/n quickly realized dreams promises of her never dying or growing old we’re not so empty as she first thought. She knew truly he would come back for her in that moment. Y/n waited a couple months at the burgess estate.
Since that night Dream had invaded her entire being. Never not being able to think about him. Not able to help the desire and feelings that she had quickly developed for him. Y/n left her childhood house not long after the escape of Dream of the Endless. Letting her brother and as what he would like to call friend take over the estate and family name. She had no reason to stay in the house that held so many dark memories, so many Ghosts. She knew dream would find her no matter where she was.
It had been almost 3 years, almost 3 years since she left her childhood home. The king of dreams had yet fulfill his promise. He had completely ruined her. Taken over her mind, body, and soul entirely. Seeing him again is the only think y/n had been able to think about since. The feelings developing stronger every passing day. It was almost an obsession. Every time she closed her eyes she could see the angelic face of the sandman. Yet never dreaming of him.
Y/n had a feeling as if she was being followed for quite some time now. Swearing she had been seeing the same raven following, and watching her. But always brushing it off as paranoia, and want. Tho as time went on She started to have very odd dreams. As if the word was preparing something for her. She started to lucid dream seemingly out of no where. Quite perplexed yes but not surprised. y/n had always been very aware of when she was dreaming but being completely awake and aware in her dreams that was very new. She knew something was happening she could feel it the magic in the air nipping at her bare skin.
Y/n entered her flat shucking off her long white coat hanging and it on the wall. She heard a noise in her living room. Her body Instantly going on the defense. She took off her shoes and tip toed quietly into the room. Tho what she saw was nothing she was prepared for.
She saw the king on dreams sitting on her couch. Just as angelic and beautiful as the first day she saw him trapped in that glass prison her father had crafted. He did not look up when she crossed the thresh way of her living room. Quietly she spoke “morpheus…..is that really you. Have you really come back for me?” She spoke in a tone only able to be described as melancholy and hopeful. Her heart nearly beating out of her chest.
Dream finally looked at her. Their eyes finally locking with each other’s. He stood up walking towards her lifting a hang to cup here cheek “yes y/n I have come to fulfill my promise to you. The promise I made three years ago. I apologize it has taken me so long to make my way back to you.” Y/n mimicked her behavior from that faithful night and leant into his palm. Tears gathering in her eyes.
Dreams heart ached seeing the tears stream down the girls face. He hadn’t meant for it too take three years. He could feel how strongly the emotions the two of them shared effected her. Between re building the dreaming, hunting down the rouge dreams and nightmares, hunting for his things. He had simply lost track of time and for that he had to apologize for. During the three years away he always made sure to sneak into a few of her dreams. Just to calm his pained and longing heart. He had even sent Matthew to make sure she was okay. When he couldn’t watch her in the dreaming.
Dream stood towering over her. A smile painted on his lips. A hand reached out for y/n to take. “Will you take my hand and accompany me into my realm y/n. Come with me, and I shall make all of your dreams come true. Will you be mine until the end?” His voice dipped down into a warning tone with his last words to her.
Y/n stood tall next to dream. Talking his hand without hesitation. A large smile adorned her lips. Looking the sandman in the eyes without fear this time. “I’ll be yours till the end morpheus.” And with that sand swirled around the pair. Only leaving an empty and abandoned flat.
Her life might have fell apart that day. But the rewards were like none other. And for that she would never change her actions.
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Just a PSA guys. This little shot series much get some work done after I finish the other fic series im writing currently I already had most of this written. so I decided to go ahead and post 2 & 3. I’ll make a post if I decide to edit this series, And make it longer.
I hoped you guys enjoys this little three parts
#sandman#sandman fic#sandman comics#sandman netflix#neil gaiman sandman#tom sturridge#morpheus#dream#dream x reader#dream of the endless
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I have SO MANY story ideas that I want to write all at once, but for various reasons can’t, and I have a feeling that my fellow writers understand very well.
So writers—reblog this and tell me the plots of stories you’re longing to start but haven’t. I’ll go first:
An unsuccessful author and former college burnout inherits her grandfather’s manor after his mysterious death, then finds out she inherited the power to bring book characters to life from him. Oh, and also there’s a magic circus hunting for her.
A Sleepy Hollow adaptation where Ichabod is a seer, Brom and his gang are witches, and the Headless Horseman needs their help to save him from a deal he made with the Devil.
A Journey to the West adaptation where—flash forward to modern times—someone steals the Peaches of Immortality from Heaven and frames Sun Wukong, and while he and his friends are searching for the true thief, they run into the reincarnation of Red Boy who doesn’t know who he really is.
The trans son of Loki, his crush, the son of Hermes, Hermes himself, Loki, and Apollo all have to work together to save Loki from a bet he made with Anansi and get his magic back. Big PJO + Magnus Chase + American Gods vibes.
The White Rabbit decides she doesn’t want to wait for Alice and be a side character anymore, pulls a Raven Queen, and runs off to change her story and become Alice herself. Yes, this does lead to disaster. Also the narrator interacts with the characters. (I came up with this while watching Ever After High.)
A Medusa rewrite that explores her relationships with Athena, her gorgon sisters, Perseus, and Poseidon, with themes of loyalty, familial relationships, struggles with religious devotion, the Greek words for love, trauma, r*pe culture, and bodily autonomy. (I’m hesitant to write this one because I’m not sure if I’m the right person to tell her story.)
An adaptation of The Nutcracker where there’s a war going on between the rats and the fairies, Clara is the heir to the fairy throne, and the winter world she goes to is inside her favorite snow globe. Oh, and the nutcracker is a girl and she and Clara are gay for each other.
This one was based on a dream, so not much makes sense just yet—basically a man meets the Sandman, they fall in love, and there’s a bigger threat coming to destroy the dream spirits.
A Greek mythology trilogy where Kronos trapped Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades in artifacts and sent a servant to hide their weapons, and our as-of-yet unnamed heroine has to free them, help them find their weapons, then defeat Kronos.
Another Wonderland story, this time about how the Jabberwock is terrorizing Wonderland and Alice has to find her before the knight who wants to cut off her head does.
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Hello. Could I have a Corinthian fic where the reader is sweet and wholesome and the Corinthian just feels a strong urge to protect the
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Sweet Like Ice cream
Protective Corinthian x Wholesome Reader
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Fandom: The Sandman
Plot: Reader is a total sweetheart and Corinthian feels the urge to protect them
Warnings: Little bit of stalking, implied misgendering
A/N: here is some wholesome fluff :) I used gender neutral description for reader. I also
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Corinthian never thought he would actually give a fuck about a human. He saw them as something to toy with. But with you it was different.
There was something about how kind you were that made him want to protect you.
He found it ironic that he who was suppose to reflect the worst of humanity wanted to protect the best.
Here he was again watching you. He couldn't help it. He felt drawn to you. Drawn to your warm smile. Drawn to your eyes. If you were anyone else he would have collected you. But he couldn't bring himself to hurt you. Not with those beautiful deep eyes so full of life.
He remembered the first time he had bumped into you. How apologetic you had been. It was cute, the way you stuttered and the way your face flushed with embarrassment.
Currently he was at a diner, the same diner you happened to work at. You walked up to him.
"What can I get ya darling?" you smiled
"Just a coffee for now, sugar" he smiled back.
"One coffee coming right up," you nodded before heading back to the kitchen. You came back with a fresh mug of coffee. "Here ya go,"
"Thank you," he nodded to you.
"Well if ya need anything don't hesitate to wave me over."
"Of course," he said. He watched you walk off catering to a few other customers. Sipping on his coffee. He noticed one customer was giving you trouble. Disrespecting you, you just brushed it off but he could tell that it bothered you.
Corinthian never understood humans and their strict gender rules. Maybe it was because he was not human. But it had never really made sense why someone couldn't just respect other's gender.
He wasn't going to make a scene in the diner, until the customer grabbed you by the wrist. He stood up and walked over.
"I would let go of them if I were you," he told the customer, putting a hand on the man's shoulder. "My friend here clearly doesn't want you touching them." the man let go of you. "I suggest that you pay and then you leave."
"I didn't even finish-" the man began
"You can find somewhere else to eat." he said. The man just nodded putting a couple twenties on table before he left. Corinthian turned to you.
"You alright sugar?"
"I am fine," you say. "Thanks for that." you tuck the pencil in your hands behind your ear. "You didn't have to do that,"
"I don't take kindly to people disrespecting others," he said
"I have seen you before," you say. "I umm...get off of work in a little bit would you maybe want to go get ice cream or something after?"
"Sure," he says. "I would love that."
"Great," you smile. "What's your name?"
"I am not a big fan of names," he shrugs. "I find that people only ever use them when they are upset with you,"
"Huh...Never thought about it like that," you smile. "Well if you wait a little bit longer. We can go get that ice cream."
"I would love that," He said.
#The sandman#the sandman#the corinthian#the sandman netflix#dream of the endless#morpheus#lucienne#sandman#corinthian x reader#netflix sandman#sandman netflix#fluff
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Encanto Day 30 - Milk
OK so context: my friend Breanna loves three things: milk, Encanto and The Sandman. So I decided to write a behemoth of a crossover.
This is both a modern au of Encanto and a sequel to this story I wrote back in the summer.
Shoutout to @doitforstamets and stargrazing on Discord for helping me write this.
Happy Birthday @breannasfluff! I hope you like this!
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“So… we meet again.” Bruno stares at the bottom of his suitcase, his expression weary. It has been sixteen years. Sixteen years of non-cow-costume-wearing bliss. And yet, here he is, pulling out the outfit once more, like a retired clown applying his makeup.
It’s not that Bruno doesn't enjoy dressing up and playing pretend, hey, his real Gift is acting! It’s this costume in particular he doesn’t enjoy.
At least he won’t suffer alone this time.
In the dining area of the hotel, Pepa has gathered her children and nieces to watch the infamous video of Brumilkerbell, the Fairy Cow Princess. Every single one of them is in hysterics as they watch Bruno stumble in his little heels, ball gown flouncing around him. Bruno rolls his eyes.
“I’m glad you sadists are finding pleasure in my pain,” he says loudly as he joins them at their table.
“Turn the clip off, I can't breathe!” Mirabel gasps between wheezes.
“It’s even better than I remember!” Isabela howls.
“Mom, why didn’t you give birth to me sooner? I wish I had been in the area when this happened!” Camilo snorts.
“Honestly, Milo, I’m surprised I didn’t give birth right then and there, I was laughing so hard,” Pepa admits, wiping the tears from her eyes.
“Funny,” Bruno snaps. He dumps the costume on the table. “Here it is, kids: the worst out-of-context vision I ever had.”
His sobrinos immediately crowd around the table, marvelling and snickering at Brumilkerbell’s get-up.
“It’s even bigger than I remember,” Dolores remarks.
“There’s the seven foot frame you wanted, Camilo,” Mirabel says.
Camilo is laughing too hard to respond.
“So why are we doing this again?” Agustín asks.
“Because my friend in the online writing club I’m in needs some help, and I’m the only person in the whole group who can supply her with what she needs,” Bruno explains. “Her ex-boyfriend’s niece’s friend’s son is having his fourth birthday party and apparently this year he wants it cow themed.”
“That’s a lot of different acquaintances,” Julieta remarks.
“That’s just how her friend group works,” Bruno says. “Her ‘found family’ has gotten pretty big since she last checked.”
Alma checks her pocket watch. “It’s 12 pm, we should get going. Boys, do you have your…?”
Agustín and Félix hold up their own cow costumes, one a police officer and the other a construction worker. Bruno smiles gratefully at the two. As stated previously, at least he won’t suffer alone this time.
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A man with long brown hair is waiting for them outside the New Inn. He waves happily when he sees Bruno carrying the bags of costumes.
“Hi! You must be Bruno! I’m Hob Gadling, I’m a friend of Calliope’s.” Hob’s bright smile and sweet voice win the Madrigals over easily. When Bruno shakes his hand, he is surprised by Hob’s firm yet gentle hold.
“Your hands are warm,” Bruno notes. He winces at his own rudeness. Hob laughs.
“You’re the first to ever say that about my hands,” he says. “I assume that’s a compliment?”
Bruno nods, face red. “Yeah.”
“Calliope and Murphy are waiting inside with the birthday crew. Thankfully, only a few kids are coming so you won’t be overwhelmed!” Hob continues as he leads the family inside. He suddenly notices how many Madrigals there are.
“Uh… are they all coming in?” he asks.
Bruno glances at his family and turns back to Hob, smiling. “Is that ok with you? They, uh, want to see the performance.”
“That good of an entertainer, huh?” Hob says. “Alright, I guess Lyta won’t mind. She’s the mother of the birthday boy.”
Hob takes the Madrigals through the inn and into a big room with a small stage, where the party has already begun. A group of seven kids do arts and crafts at a long table, while the adults mingle.
True to Bruno’s words, the entire room looks like a cow’s hide. White balloons with black spots and black balloons with white spots are hung up in every corner. The table cloths and streamers have a similar pattern. A large banner reading “Happy 4th Birthday Daniel!” is hung up by the small stage, two cartoon cows drawn on either side. Even the cake is shaped like a cow.
A woman with lovely chestnut hair approaches Hob as the group enters. Clinging to her leg is a small boy with blond hair.
“Hob!” The woman’s smile fades when she notices everyone. “Who are they and why are they all here? They weren’t on the guest list!”
“It’s ok, Lyta, they’re with me!” another woman says, running up to him. Bruno recognizes her Greek accent immediately. “Hello, Bruno. It’s nice to meet you at last.”
Upon seeing her warm smile and lovely dark hair, Bruno relaxes. “Hola, Calliope. It’s nice to meet you in the flesh as well.”
“This is Lyta Hall, she’s running the party. And this is Daniel, our birthday boy,” Hob introduces. While Lyta waves, Daniel ducks his head.
“Lyta, this is Bruno, he’s from my online writing club!” Calliope says. “He’s the one with the crazy ‘cow’ getup I was talking about.”
“Can I see?” Lyta asks.
Bruno opens his suitcase. “Behold.”
Lyta’s eyes turn as big as saucers. “You weren’t kidding…”
“It’s going to be quite the experience,” Bruno laughs. “Agustín and Félix are dancing with me as well.” The men in question wave.
“And so are me and Dream!” Hob says. “Do you have our costumes?”
Bruno lifts up his own to show two packages underneath. Hob snorts when he sees them. “These look incredible! Dream, you have to come see this!” He turns to the corner of the room, where a man Bruno did not see before stands.
The partygoers have given him a large space to himself, wary of the stranger. The man is shrouded in the shadows, his body hidden in a black coat. His emotionless face is pale and cold and his black hair is untamed. The oddest part about him is his eyes. A strange shade of blue that seems to shine like… stars. Bruno feels a sense of familiarity. Who is this man?
As Dream slowly approaches him, Bruno shrinks under his magnificently intimidating gaze. Dream glances down at the costumes before looking up at the prophet. Immediately his expression softens. It is a look of wonder.
Bruno ducks to hide his terrified gaze. “Right. Is there a room where we can set up?” he asks, willing his voice not to shake.
“There’s an empty space across the hall, we can get ready there!” Hob says. “Come on!”
In the other room, Bruno hands each man his costume. Agustín struggles to get the police boots on his “hooves”, Félix slips on the construction worker cow’s safety vest.
Hob is practically jumping with joy when he sees the cowboy, er, cow’s outfit. He laughs as he puts on the vest and fixes his sheriff’s badge. “I’ve seen a lot of things in my life, but this has to be one of the greatest..”
“You’ll be the Aviator, Dream,” Bruno says, handing the strange man his costume.
“‘Aviator’?” Dream asks. His surprisingly deep baritone voice rumbles through the room. Bruno feels chills run down his back.
“Because Calliope said you didn’t want to be seen doing this, so I found a costume that could hide your face?” Bruno squeaks. “The goggles should be enough, right?”
Dream takes the costume and looks it through. “Very well.”
“Why are you doing this if you don’t want to be seen?” Félix asks. “This isn’t exactly a… subtle activity.”
“Because I have a duty to fulfill,” Dream answers simply. Félix shrugs and goes back to trying to cram the hard hat on his cow’s head.
Bruno . “Alright, we have an hour to rehearse this song. I assume you all know ‘YMCA’, right?”
“Yeah, why?” Hob asks.
Bruno hands them all sheet music. “I, uh, took some creative liberties with it.”
*
Back in the party room, the rest of the Madrigals have already assimilated themselves into the crowd. Isabela shows off her plant magic to some of the children, Antonio colours with Daniel while telling him all sorts of cow facts (only half of which the four-year-old understands), Lyta has gotten some wine with the mothers, who shower her and Dolores with advice on how to raise a kid.
Meanwhile, Luisa, Mirabel and Camilo find new friends in two special guests, the niece and nephew of Dream.
“Rainbow hair…” Mirabel breathes, gazing in awe at Rose Walker’s dreadlocks. Rose giggles.
“Oh yeah! I’ve thought about changing it up recently, but honestly, rainbow hair is so fun!” she admits.
Mirabel turns back to her mom, pointing at Rose’s hair and back at her own. Julieta shakes her head. Mirabel pouts.
“Worth a shot,” she mumbles. Rose laughs.
Luisa watches Rose with stars in her eyes, the bookworm excited to meet a real, published author in the flesh. “How long did it take you to write your manuscript?”
“About two months, actually. I got a surge of inspiration during the last week and finished it in time to send to a publisher looking for new works,” Rose explains. “Next thing I know, I’ve got a huge paycheck and several book reviewers telling me I’m the new Neil Gaiman.”
“Fantástica!” Luisa squeals.
“Do Spiderman next!” Jed Walker exclaims. Camilo shapeshifts into the superhero, doing a backflip.
“Don’t work the kid too hard, Jed!” Rose warns.
“I won’t!” Jed responds.
“Don’t worry, I can do this all day!” Camilo says, shapeshifting into Captain America. Jed howls with laughter.
“He says that but then he’ll sleep until noon tomorrow,” Mirabel says. Rose laughs again, but it fades as she notices something strange walking onto the stage.
“What on earth is that?” she asks. Mirabel turns around and immediately begins laughing.
Camilo shapeshifts back into himself and drags Jed closer to the stage. “Oh, you’re gonna want front-row seats for this!”
Daniel is led to the front of the audience. The kids gather around him, laughing at the funny cows. In the back, Pepa and Julieta are already shrieking with laughter, taking pictures of the costumed men on their phones.
Bruno stands centre stage in his fairy cow princess, looking as marvelous as ever with the sparkling pink gown, wings and tiara. Behind him stand a police officer, a construction worker, a cowboy and an aviator, all cows. Mirabel recognizes her father and Tío Félix as the police officer and construction worker respectfully, but are those Hob and Dream, Hob’s mysterious boyfriend, as the cowboy and the aviator? Even with aviator goggles covering his eyes, Dream’s sharp, white cheekbones are quite memorable and noticeable. Not to mention, she can’t see him anywhere in the room, so…
On stage, Hob keeps glancing at Dream. While this would usually flatter the Endless, right now it’s getting on his last nerve.
“Why do you keep looking at me?” Dream finally hisses.
“You look constipated, and I don’t want you to take it out on Bruno,” Hob whispers.
“I’m not going to send a nightmare after him. You don’t have to worry,” Dream says. “I’m just not looking forward to this.”
“You don’t have to do this, Dream,” Hob reminds him. “I asked several times if you wanted to back out, and every time, you’ve refused. Why?”
“Because it is my duty to visit the first baby born in the Dreaming every year on his birthday,” Dream states. “And even if that includes doing a ridiculous dance at his birthday party, so be it.”
Hob rolls his eyes. “That last part is a load of bull and you know it. Are you sure that’s why you’re doing it?”
Dream is silent.
Hob gives him a knowing smile. “You’ve grown to care for Daniel Hall and his crazy family, haven’t you? Is this about making the kid, and by extension, your new family, happy?”
Dream shrinks further into the giant cow head. Hob leans over to kiss his nose.
“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”
Bruno grabs a microphone from an amused Isabela. “Hi kids! I’m Brumilkerbell, the Fairy Cow Princess of… Milkneyland, and these are my friends, the Village Cows!”
“Why do you have a beard?!” a kid in the audience yells.
“Why don’t you have a beard?!” Bruno snaps back. He takes a deep breath and smiles once more. “Today, we’re going to sing a special song all about your favourite drink! Can anyone guess what that is?”
“Wine!” Pepa yells.
“Pepa, there are kids in the audience, including your own.”
“So?!”
“So we’re going to be learning facts about an altogether different drink,” Bruno exclaims through teeth clenched. “I would like to thank Antonio Madrigal for helping me write some of the lyrics. Hit it!”
Dolores turns on the boombox. Brumilkerbell and the Village Cows begin tapping their hooves.
“Is it just me or is the tune familiar?” Julieta asks as she records.
“I’m pretty sure this is just YMCA,” Pepa says. “Did he change the lyrics?”
The cows swing their tails to the beat as the chorus kicks in.
It’s fun to drink a lot of M! I! L! K! It’s fun to drink a lot of M! I! L! K!
“Ohhhh…” the sisters say in unison.
The kids cheer for the exuberant performance, getting up and doing the dance with them. Most of the adults are laughing too hard to join, or film the performance. Daniel screams with glee as the cows swish their tails and pump their hooves in the air in an elaborate dance.
After the performance, the men sit at a table while Daniel opens his presents. Bruno has already fallen asleep, Agustín and Félix engage in a game of chinchon. Dream watches the sleeping Bruno from the side.
Hob arrives with drinks. Unlike the others, he has not taken off his cowboy cow costume. The fathers cheer until they see what’s in the wine glasses: milk.
“Oh come on, why the long faces?” Hob teases. “You heard Brumilkerbell up there, milk is chock full of vitamin B12!”
The Madrigal men glance at each other before shrugging and grabbing a glass. Félix grabs an extra for when Bruno wakes up. Hob moves onto Dream.
“What are you thinking about?” Hob asks, handing the Sandman his milk.
“That family has magic,” Dream says. “That’s why they feel so different.”
Hob raises an eyebrow. “Magic? You’re only figuring this out now?”
“You knew?”
“I mean, Bruno Madrigal is a lyrical genius! How could I not know about his music-writing magic?!”
Dream gives his boyfriend a small smile. “Not that kind of magic, Hob. Real magic. Each of them has a small portion of magic, dedicated to one type of spell. They call them Gifts.”
Hob looks amazed. “Really? How did I not notice that?”
“I don’t think they trust us enough to show us,” Dream admits. “I’m surprised they’ve been able to hide it for so long.”
“Should we tell them we know? Does Calliope know?”
“Let’s not tell them, for now. Calliope has had her suspicions since she met Bruno. She asked me to confirm today, and Lucienne has just sent me the report.”
“Your librarian rules.”
“I know. I shall send her your compliments.”
“Why are you telling me all of this?”
“You asked.”
“Smartass.”
*
As the kids sleep upstairs in the inn, the grownups decide to have a little more wine to wind down for the night.
“I can’t believe my youngest son actually helped Bruno write that song,” Pepa says.
“Well, it wasn’t easy,” Bruno says. “It took the better part of a week and half a dozen Google searches.”
“How were you not sweating bullets up there? I was getting hot just looking at you,” Julieta says.
“Oh believe me, I was getting hot,” Agustín says. “You weren’t kidding, hermano, these costumes are stuffy as hell!”
“Luckily for you, this is where the fun part comes in,” Hob says, standing up. “Dolores, ma’am, where’s your boombox?!”
Mirabel stumbles downstairs, her throat parched and stomach rumbling. She should not have had that much cake. Her head pricks up slightly as she hears music and shrieking from down the hall. Curious, she walks down to investigate.
When she peers into the room, the sight is enough to wake her up. Bruno, Agustín, Félix and Hob all managed to get the clothes off the cow jumpsuits, and are currently in the middle of slowly taking off the jumpsuits themselves. Dios mio, she can see their hairy chests.
The women, her abuela included, whoop and whistle at the strippers, all clearly tipsy.
Dolores, hearing her cousin gasping in horror, pauses the music. All heads turn to the 16-year-old gaping in the doorway.
Bruno is the first to find his words. “Hey, Mariposa! What do you need?”
“I was considering getting a glass of milk, but I think I’ll hold off until I can get this image out of my mind. Buenas noches.” Mirabel awkwardly exits, wondering how this day went from YMCA parodies to strip-teasing cows.
#disney encanto#bruno madrigal#mirabel madrigal#julieta madrigal#pepa madrigal#the sandman#the sandman neil gaiman#lord morpheus#hob gadling#rose walker#jed walker#calliope sandman#apparently i can write#immabethehero#man this is a bitch to tag#dream of the endless#agustin madrigal#felix madrigal#lyta trevor-hall#encantober
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The Sandman more like The Sadman. (Review)
Listen, I wanted to put up 10 things I like about The Sandman kasi may 10 eps siya, but I don’t have enough words and energy to create a cohesive list of how much I love this series.
The Sandman is an adaptation of Neil Gaiman’s comic with the same title, and it tells the story of Lord Morpheus a.k.a. Dream a.k.a. The Sandman (he has a lot of names so for my sake, we will call him Dream.) Dream was imprisoned by mortals when he went outside his realm, The Dreaming, to follow a nightmare that is creating havoc amongst humans. He spent a century living in the cellar of Roderick Burgess and his son. When he had the chance to escape, he has little power because his helm (helmet that looks like a black plague mask), his sand (black pouch full of sand that enables him to travel??), and his ruby (which makes dream come true) were taken away from him. He went off to look for it and when he did a new problem arose. A dream vortex is born. Dream cannot catch a break istg.
I could list a lot of reasons why you should give The Sandman a chance but it all boils down to the fact that The Sandman is a wonderful piece of art that explores humanity, and every facet of it. It is about humanity at its core although the main character is an anthropomorphic personification of dreams. If you want to watch how powerful hope is, you should give The Sandman a try.
My thoughts (that I wrote) while watching:
- Dream has the bone structure of Brendon Urie and the paleness of Gerard Way. In short, he looks like an emo kid.
- His spine can’t be that natural??? He looks like he has a spine of a bird.
- Jessamy, baby I’m so sorry.
- The Palace is seriously so pretty, is that a dragon???? HE HAS A PEGASUS???
- Ahhhhhh, Dream as a cat!!!!
- Dream is a prick. An idiot prick.
- Lucienne, I love you so much, tell him he’s stupid.
- Justice for Gregory!!
- Cain and Abel! The First Victim and the First Murder.
- Ethel Cripps, ma’am your necklace eats people. Get help.
- Corinthian, you don’t have eyes???????????????????
- I want a gargoyle.
- JOHANNA CONSTANTINE! I love every version of Constantine because they don’t listen to anyone, it’s hilarious.
- Matthew, you are perfect.
- Johanna asking if Dream has any ex-girlfriends and Dream shutting up immediately.
- Constantine said gay rights babes
- “You want your sand back to save humanity, well, here she is!”
- Ethel babe how old are you again????????? 116????
- Ep 4 is a stress-inducing episode. This is why we do not talk to strangers.
- The fact that Dream manifests differently depending on what people believe in is beautiful. Dream is Kai’ckul. Dream is whatever people believe.
- Morningstar is iconic. She looks like an angel. So perfect for her role.
- This is a pokemon battle. I cannot.
- AHHHHHHHH Dream’s last move!!
- This is not a Diner.
- “Not lies, John. Dreams” “Their dreams inspire them.” “Their dreams kept them alive.”
- Dream is so pretty and kind. I love her.
- Death came and massacred my boy, Dream.
- Bread.
- Death and Dream exude so much sibling energy. Dream is a pouty pouty boy.
- Kind death.
- Hob Gadling. I love you.
- Love the idea that there is someone living out there for hundred of years because Death and Dream decided to prove something.
- Are they in a relationship? They are.
- William Shakespeare met every kind of celestial being and that’s why his stories are still remembered until this day as a headcanon is something I can live with.
- ROB IS JEALOUS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE I CAN NOT HAHAHAHA
- Dream said do not even attempt at slavery, babe.
- Constantine is so prettyyy
- The Devil and the Wandering Jew meet once every century.
- “I am no Devil” “I am not Jewish” they are so stupid
- When Character A fights people while Character B sits prettily on the side, is a dynamic I will always love and adore.
- They broke up but they didn’t.
- Dream isn’t coming Rob :<
- “I’ve always heard it is impolite to keep one’s friends waiting.” The character development ohmygod.
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Daydreamer II Dream of the Endless (Part 6)
✧Pairing: Witch! OC x Dream of the Endless/Morpheus
✧Summary: When Dream of the Endless was captured by the magus Roderick Burgess and imprisoned, the Waking World and the Dreaming seemed to be on the path to destruction with Dreams and Nightmares running rampant with no master to keep them in check. All hope seemed to be lost until a special little witch made her way into the Dreaming, her existence vastly different from any other human and with her abilities, maybe hope wasn’t lost after all.
✧Notes: I have only heard of the Sandman through the Netflix and though I’ve watched all of it, I know little to nothing of anything outside of it so apologies if some things aren’t cannon. I am doing my research as I write this out. I also haven’t posted my own writing on tumblr in years so if there are any tips, critiques on post formatting and/or the story of the Sandman in general, would totally appreciate it. (Just please be nice lol I’ve only started writing again all of a sudden)
✧Warnings: some explicit language but besides that, nothing else (yet)
✧Word count: 3387
✧Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7
Katarina could feel a presence suddenly appear in her apartment, her eyes snapping open as she sat up and she let out a grunt as pain shot through her body. Though she was able to rest, she wondered if it was even for her benefit because now that she was conscious, she could truly feel every ache of her body, feeling as if bricks had been dropped on her. Tears threatened to pour from the corner of her eyes but she forced them back, trying her best to clear her vision so she could pinpoint the presence she felt. She heard a gasp and felt cold hands hovering over her body, her eyes squeezing shut for a moment before opening, her vision clearing enough for her to see the look of worry on Death’s face.
“Shit,” Katarina mumbled, her head leaning back against the couch as she felt Death kneel beside her, looking across the various bruises that decorated her body. “Don’t start, Death. Please?”
“Are you seriously going to play so nonchalant with me, Katarina?”
“Not my government name,” Katarina groaned and Death rolled her eyes, trying to be gentle as she raised Katarina’s arm. “What are you even doing here? Come to spare me?”
“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” Death scoffed, shaking her head. “I was running appointments while catching up with my brother but I felt your consciousness fall a little too far away so I had to check in.”
“What a kind friend,” Katarina joked, inciting a smile from the Endless before her eyebrows furrowed, “Wait, your brother?” Death nodded and gestured to the man clad in all black, who stood on the other side of the coffee table that sat between the two couches. He looked different, better nourished, but Katarina recognized the perfectly unkempt black hair, his blue eyes matching the shine of the stars within his black cloak as he stared at her. If she wasn’t so distracted by her pain, she would dare say he looked worried for the little witch.
“Katarina,” Death said, smiling, “My little brother, Dream. Dream, Katarina. She is one of my dearest friends.”
“We’ve actually met before,” Katarina said, “It is good to see you well and outside of a cage, Lord Morpheus.” Dream offered a nod of acknowledgement, making her smile before she let out another groan as Death pressed a little too hard onto her abdomen.
“May I?” Death asked and Katarina sighed.
“Must you?” She retorted and Death gave her a stern look before moving to lift the bottom of her shirt up right below her bra, another gasp leaving Death’s lips. “It’s that bad?”
“Who did this to you?” Death asked instead of answering and Katarina muttered curses as she adjusted on the couch, her eyes widening a bit. Her stomach was various shades of purple and yellow, the bruises forming differently depending on which area the blows were focused on and she felt her anger rise as she imagined the four cowards ambushing her.
“I took care of them, Death, worry not,”
“How can I possibly not worry when-?”
“Run me a bath?” Katarina cut in and Death’s eyebrows furrowed, “Please, dear friend? I understand your worry but it is being wasted on me. Simple healing spell on water and voila! Healing bath.”
“I swear, Katarina, you will be the end of me.”
“Oh, how ironic to end an Endless,” Katarina smirked and Death sent a playful glare over her shoulder before she disappeared into the doorway of the bathroom, the creak of the shower being turned heard before the sound of water. Katarina took a deep breath, wincing at the piercing pain near her bottom rib cage as she attempted to get up but her effort was in vain as she landed back on the cushion.
“Wait,” Katarina’s eyes widened at the deep, sultry voice that cut through the room, her eyes moving to look up at Dream as he held his hands out to her, “You are in no condition to be moving on your own.”
“I…” Katarina couldn’t focus for a moment, surprised by how soothing yet sultry his voice sounded, shaking her head a bit as she slowly placed her hands in his, shivering at the cold touch of his skin. “Thank you, Lord Morpheus,” She said though her voice was strained as he helped pull her off the couch, grunting as she basically fell against his body, her legs feeling as heavy as lead.
“You may simply call me Morpheus,” he said softly and she felt her cheeks blush ever so slightly as the sound of his voice vibrated through her ears, closer than she anticipated. “And it is I who should be thanking you, little daydreamer.” Little daydreamer.
“Don’t worry about it..I was simply doing what I could to help..”
“You did more than enough,” Katarina let out a soft gasp, her eyes meeting Dream’s as he held her body against his. His eyes were such a beautiful blue, Katarina feeling as if she could see galaxies within them before she looked away, her teeth biting at her bottom lip, “Lucienne informed of all that you did in the Dreaming. As its King, I am indebted to you. Without you, the Dreaming might have ceased to exist.” Katarina nodded her head, her cheeks warm with how red she was turning and she thanked the Gods that they made it to the bathroom, keeping her head low as Death came, the older sister’s cold hands wrapping around her waist from the front. Katarina leaned against her friend, her teeth clenching as she was led to the bathtub, Death holding her up as they stood over it.
“I admit it’s been a while,” Katarina mumbled and she met Death’s eyes, “I gave up magic for the most part after the day I woke up…last night was the first time I had used it.”
“Should I be grateful you didn’t give me more work?” Death joked and Katarina giggled, immediately grasping at her abdomen in pain. “Sorry, sorry…” Katarina offered Death a small smile before leaning over a bit, Death holding her up as her fingers dipped into the warm water. Katarina muttered a spell under her breath, her fingers creating ripples of design before the room was filled with the scents of many herbs, the water turning from blue to green with every swirl she placed into it. Death turned, probably going to tell Dream to leave the room but Katarina placed her hand on her friend’s arm, shaking her head.
“It’s okay,” she said and she gently ran her hand across her chest, her clothes disappearing only to be replaced by a sheer robe of a silken pink color. “I don’t think I could stand trying to take skinny jeans off with these,” she said, gesturing to the various purples that danced across her legs as well and she could feel Death’s anger, which was unlike the Endless. Dream wasn’t happy as well, his lips set in a deep frown as he watched his sister help the one who saved his realm into the water. Katarina hissed as her skin made contact, her hand grasping hard on Death’s as she submerged her whole body. She took deep breaths, her other hand grasping the porcelain of the tub as she willed the pain away, her head leaning back as a wave of calmness flowed through her.
“I’m okay,” she whispered after a moment and she smiled up at Death, giving her hand a squeeze.
“Do not make me worry like this again,” Death scolded as any older sister would and Katarina hummed, “I shall fetch you some tea.” The young witch muttered her gratitude and the Endless left the room, leaving Katarina with Dream, whose eyes were still on her as she sat in the tub but her eyes were on the water, her hair flowing around her.
“Ask away,” Katarina said softly after what felt like an eternity of silence, the only sound being the teapot on the stove and when she looked up at him, his expression was still quite blank but she could see his eyebrow raise ever so slightly as she spoke, “I can practically hear your brain working, lord- uh..Mo-Morpheus.” Nice stuttering, idiot, she thought to herself, her eyes closing as she thought the words to a calming spell in her head, leaning back against the tub as her eyes met his again. He didn’t respond to her, making the spell almost useless if not for his older sister coming back in, a cup of tea in hand. Death smiled at Katarina, placing the cup on the little table near the tub before kneeling beside it.
“I must go,” Death said softly and Katarina nodded in understanding, her hand coming up to wrap around hers. “I wish I could stay..”
“You have a job to do,” Katarina said, “Don’t worry, seriously. I’ll soak up here for some time and be as good as new.”
“I shall check in as soon as I can.”
“I look forward to it. Thank you for coming to see me,” The two shared another smile, Death giving her hand a squeeze before she was off to finish the appointments she had lined up. Dream remained, much to Katarina’s surprise but she honestly didn’t mind his silent company, oddly feeling relaxed and calm in his presence. She laid in the tub for a while, Dream eventually perching himself on a chair and the two stayed in comfortable silence, Katarina occasionally having to heat the water with a warming spell.
“You have not been sleeping,” The king said, cutting through the silence and the young girl looked to him, tilting her head, “Your books of dreams only has a few lines since you have awoken.”
“Yes,” Katarina said slowly, nodding her head and she leaned her head on her arms that were folded on the tub, her eyes on the Endless, “I slept for quite a while so I guess my body doesn’t believe I need much of it at the moment. How was the quest for your tools?”
“I have them all,” Dream answered but his face showed his slight confusion at how she knew.
“As you said, my book only has a few lines so I have slept since waking up, just not much. I saw Lucienne one time when I slept and she informed me of your adventures.” Dream only hummed in response, “This wasn’t our first time meeting nor was it when I freed you from my cage…”
“I have known you a long time, daydreamer. Since you were a child, conjuring villages in my realm.”
“And you allowed that?” Katarina laughed quietly, shaking her head as she pictured the little houses with mushrooms for roofs, “I can’t help but feel like I need to apologize for the terrible architecture that is my little village.”
“Perhaps,” Dream said and Katarina feigned offense as she smiled at him, “You were but a child, I would not destroy the little place you hold dear.”
“I appreciate that, Morpheus and I appreciate all that freedom you gave me in the Dreaming.”
“Clearly it was a good decision, given how much you salvaged in my absence.”
“Oh, as I told Lucienne, what I did was minimal if even that. I am sure you did a far superior job given that realm is as much you as you are it.”
“I still offer you my eternal gratitude,” Katarina shook her head, slowly standing and she let out a sigh of relief at the ease, her bruises much less saturated in color, “Kata-”
“Oh!” She overestimated her body, her legs giving out from sitting for so long and she would have toppled over the tub if not for Dream who quickly moved to catch her in his arms. Her eyes widened in embarrassment, her teeth biting the inside of her cheek as his body bent, his other arm looping underneath her legs. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her eyes closed and her cheeks warm as gently placed her by the chair he sat at, easing her down onto it.
“Forgive me,” she sighed out, “I got you we-” Her sentence was cut short as he was most definitely still dry, staring down at her. Her eyebrows furrowed, her eyes moving to her own body to find that she too was dry, the robe still covering the parts of her body she needed. She brushed against the fading bruises on her skin with her fingers, trying out her breathing and finding her chest feeling not as constricted with each breath. “Good as new….almost.” She muttered and she looked back at Dream, who stared at her disappearing bruises with an intense interest. She gave him a small smile, running her hand across her chest once again and the robe was replaced with an oversized t-shirt, her hand running through her hair as she pulled it out of its bun.
“You must rest,” he said and she contemplated it for a moment before shaking her head, rubbing her upper arms as she made her way to the kitchen, “It wasn’t a request, daydreamer.”
“You are not my master, Morpheus,” Katarina snipped quickly and she waved her hand, her cup of tea that Death had brought unfortunately forgotten floating from the bathroom and into her hand. She muttered a heating spell and blew at the now piping hot cup of tea before taking a sip, a satisfied sigh leaving her lips. “Death always makes the best tea.”
“I could make you sleep,” She froze at his words, though not said maliciously, sent a shiver down her spine as she turned to look at him, her hands still bringing the cup to her lips and she raised an eyebrow at him, “I am not as powerless as I was when I was imprisoned. Not anywhere near so.”
“I believe it,” Katarina said but she showed no intention to move, leaning her hips against the sink as she watched him walk towards her. His cloak flowed behind the back of his knees and she swore she could see the galaxies on the fabrics inside but she refused to distract herself with the stars, her guard up as the Endless approached her, “I do not need rest, Morpheus.” She stated simply but he didn’t respond, his eyes holding hers as he stopped to stand before her, her head having to tilt up to keep looking at him due to their height difference. She blew against the tea, her eyes never leaving his and she continued to drink it, an almost challenging look on her face.
“You challenge Dream of the Endless?” He asked quietly and her head tilted as an eyebrow raised, her hand putting down the now empty cup before she leaned her hands behind her on the edge of the sink.
“You challenge a witch who spent the last eighty years asleep?” She responded back, though she knew in reality her words were just that: words. She most definitely did not have the power to go against him and she wondered where she got the courage to be as bold as she was but she didn’t waver as they continued to stare each other down.
“I will speak with Death.”
“You threaten me with your sister? Seriously?” She scoffed but when he didn’t move, her mouth moved into a frown as her eyebrows furrowed. “You have no means to contact her from here.”
“I do not need it. Her sigil sits in my gallery in the Dreaming. You know I have my tools, it is a handful of sand away.”
“You have no reason to-”
“Death would not find it appropriate for you not to get adequate rest, given the damage to your body.”
“Morpheus-”
“Katarina,” He interrupted her again and he took a step forward, making her demeanor crumble as he stood only a few inches from her, feeling his breath on her face, “I do not bluff with words. I will call upon my sister if you do not comply.”
“I’m not tired,” she whispered but she immediately regretted opening her mouth when his eyes narrowed, “I can understand Death’s worry but why would I be worth any of your time, Morpheus?”
“I am indebted to you, Katarina and believe me, those in my realm have not spared me a moment without a mention of your name and what you have done in the Dreaming. You are referred to as ‘Lady’ to everyone who I have seen since my return,” Her eyes widened at his words, never expecting that anyone would remember her let alone offer such praises to their King. She bowed her head, her hands coming together as she fiddled with her fingers and she let the silence fill the air as she was rendered speechless by the warmth that spread across her chest by those words he had spoken. I did something, she thought to herself and she tried to force the tears that threatened to form, her throat tightening at the overwhelming emotions that suddenly flooded her being. She felt his eyes still on her and after a moment, when she gained her composure, she looked back up at him.
“Okay,” She said softly and Dream’s head tilted slightly in question, “I’ll try to sleep, but I will do so without your sand for now, if you’ll allow that.”
“I will stay in case you cannot.”
“You need not bother-”
“I will stay,” he said firmly and she nodded, giving the Endless a small smile as she pushed herself from the edge of the sink. She walked herself to her bedroom, her nerves growing as she felt him follow, her thumb coming up so she could gently bite at her thumb nail. Thankfully, her room was clean though she wasn’t sure if Dream would even care as she turned the lights off before sitting on the edge of her bed, the only light being the moon through the curtains. Dream moved to sit on a chair beside her window and she glanced at him before moving to get under her covers, laying on her back to try and avoid his gaze. It didn’t help but she closed her eyes regardless, taking slow breaths as she tried to lull her mind and body to sleep. It felt awkward, feeling his gaze on her and she fidgeted a bit under the covers as she begged her mind to sleep but to no avail. She knew her mind didn’t want to risk what she would see when she slept but she kept her eyes closed, for some reason not wanting the King to know of the nightmare that plagued her mind since she awoke.
“Katarina,” she slowly opened her eyes at the sound of his voice and she turned to look, surprised that he now stood beside her bed, his eyes boring into hers, “You are unable to sleep.”
“It…still has proven difficult since I woke up all those months ago…I am unsure why,” she mumbled, her hands absentmindedly playing with the edge of her covers and although it wasn’t the whole truth, she didn’t find it necessary to explain further, “I’m sorry..”
“It is unnecessary to apologize,” he said softly, quietly and she felt her breath catch in her throat for a moment at how low his voice sounded, sultry even in her ears, “Allow me to lead you to the Dreaming, to my realm…” his voice was so soft, his words slow and Katarina felt her eyes suddenly grow heavy, his words becoming more distant as her mind was calmed by the sound of him. She didn’t even have a moment to process before she was asleep, her head tilting slightly as her chest moved up and down with her slow breaths, her body finally relaxed. Dream stood by her side for a moment more, his eyes lingering on her face and he marveled at how peaceful she looked, her skin shining with the moonlight. His hand tentatively came up, his fingers hovering over the area of her cheek but he didn’t make contact, hesitant for a moment before his hand fell back to his side.
“I shall see you in the Dreaming, little daydreamer.”
#Sandman#The Sandman#dream of the endless#dream fanfiction#dream fanfic#dream imagine#morpheus fanfiction#morpheus x oc#Morpheus fluff#morpheus
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Truth.
Description | A game of truth or dare brings up some hard realities for the Pogues (these kids, and this show, desperately need just a tiny lil dose of reality)
A/N | This has a character from my other series, Mr. Sandman, it’s not necessary to read it first, but you definitely want to watch the OBX season 3 sneak peak that Netflix released ahead of the premiere!
“Truth” Kie requested.
John B took this request and tilted his mouth into his signature smug grin, “Alright. If you could go home to your parents house on Figure Eight, this instant, would you do it?” He asked while Sarah hummed at the significance of the question, no doubt coming up with her own answer in her head.
Kie’s face twisted into a contemplative smirk while the pogues all waited for her response, waves crashing in the background and a warm breeze rustling the palms overhead.
It had been nearly a month on this little spit of land. A month of hunting and fishing for food. A month of sweat and sand and building Poguelandia. On the surface, the pogues were content, they finally had their freedom. No one to boss them around or set arbitrary rules. It was their world, their rules, their lives.
After a long enough pause to have everyone on the edge of their seats, er, logs, Kie squinted into the distance and then landed her eyes on John B, “no chance” she sad, breaking into a wide grin as Sarah smiled in agreement and added, “seconded!”John B and JJ whooped, repeating “no chance” and laughing as the other pogues joined in the revelry.
It was only once their laughs had died down that a quiet voice spoke up from a log outside the circle, one that hadn’t spoken more than a few words in the last thirty-some odd days.
“I would” the voice squeaked, barely above the sound of the ocean.
The group turned their heads collectively to take in the person behind the voice, one whose dirty clothes and ragged hair matched that of the rest of the pogues, but whose attitude was far from care-free.
John B sighed, shoulders slumping forward, “c’mon Sammie,” he started, tossing the stick he’d been holding to the ground, moving to stand up before she made the move first. “No!” Sam yelled, digging her feet into the sand, standing to look down on her friends.
“No, don’t ‘c’mon’ me, John B. I would. I’d go back in a second, no hesitation.” She turned to look out at the waves, shaking her head before facing back towards the pogues around the fire.
“Y’all wanna keep pretending this is fun? Keep pretending like Sarah’s nightmares don’t wake us all up every other night? Or that Pope doesn’t cry himself to sleep when he thinks everyone is passed out? Not to mention the fucking creepy sounds coming from the jungle at all hours, but sure! Fine! We’ll all just keep pretending that’s not happening.” Sam paced back through the sand towards the group and the fire, hands shaking and tears threatening at the corners of her eyes.
“But you know what we can’t ignore? That we all had the shits for three days after eating that questionable fish JJ caught, or that infected-as-fuck bite that Cleo has on her leg that’s getting worse by the day. We’re surviving on sheer fucking dumb luck at this point and it’s gonna run out sooner or later.”
The group sat in stunned silence, watching Sam clench her fists, shaking in rage. “The quiet ones got a point” Cleo relented, turning her back and leaning down to scratch softly at the inflamed spot on her calf.
“Nah” JJ scoffed, shaking his head and standing up to his full height, “nah fuck that shit Sam” he called out across the fire, voice raising with every syllable, “we had nothing to fucking lose!!” He shouted, pointing a finger in Sam’s direction.
Much to his surprise, Sam laughed. It was the first smile she’d cracked since boarding that damn freighter and it was full of ire. “No no JJ, YOU had nothing to lose” she responded, eerily calm now, “but Pope?” She motioned towards the boy, “Pope has two fucking parents who love him, he was getting out of the obx, he was fucking going places!! And Kie? Her parents may have wanted to ship her off to Appalachia but it’s because they love her and want her to be fucking safe!”
Kie averted her gaze, focusing on a shell lodged under a rock at her feet, shaking her head softly, “don’t Sammie” she choked out.
“Don’t what?! Remind you that your parents are probably losing their minds right now? Don’t pretend for a second that there isn’t someone crying over you right now!”
“Enough!!” John B shouted, his hands out, one pointing at JJ and one at Sam, “Enough. Sam has a point, we need to be smarter about the long term, we can’t expect to dick around here forever.” JJ started to argue back, but John B just held up a hand, “this is our family, right here. We’re all we’ve got now, okay? No more pretending that everything’s fine, alright?” He pleaded, looking each pogue in the eye around the fire. The others nodded solemnly, swinging arms around each other and grasping hands.
“Now let’s bring it in” John B ordered, opening his arms out wide and motioning for a group hug. Seconds later everyone was moving to stand and clambering to come together, embracing beside the fire as the sun set over the ocean. It only took moments before someone in the huddle was giggling and another one was gagging and shouting “Jesus Christ!”
Cleo backed away, waving her hands as Kie and Pope pushed out of the circle covering their noses, “no more fucking group hugs, man” Pope cackled, “not until we all get a real goddamn shower”.
#outer banks#fanfic#obx#obx fanfiction#obx3#obx sneak peak#obx spoilers#pope heyward#jj maybank#john b routledge#kiara carrera#obx oc#original character
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