Cannibalistic Infanticide and Other Children’s Games
Image via Densewentz, see the original here.
DreamlingDads!AU || Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling || General Audiences || No Archive Warnings Apply
Work Count: 2k
Hob likes it when Dream cooks dinner.
For starters, Dream’s a good cook—even by Kian’s picky standards—so Hob won’t complain about the increasingly inventive ways he’s found to get Kian to actually eat his vegetables.
Plus, it gives Hob more time to feign eating their child on the living room floor.
Read it on AO3 here!
Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Slice of Life, Kid Fic, no children were eaten in the course of this fic, despite Hob's best attempts, Established Relationship
All the credit for this goes to @densewentz, without whom this lovely AU never would have been born.
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Love and immortality
Part I
Morpheus x reader
Wordcount: 1099
Warnings: actually none
Summary: In 1389 (y/n) first meets the ruler of dreams and nightmares, after talking to her friends about her plan of finding true love, which she intends to find even if it takes her forever. Unexpectedly, events occur that she would never have expected.
A/n: The time has finally come! The first part of my Dream/Morpheus series Love and immortality is finally out. Actually, the whole thing took longer than expected, which was not because I started with the other parts before the first one was out, because I forgot to post it. Never! So have fun reading.
Your returned dream JoKatsuya
It is a pleasant summer evening as the sun begins to set slowly but steadily and my brother, as well as a few of our comrades and I sit in a tavern in the center of our town and all drink a penny ale. This Tuesday evening, as usual, we could watch the normal hustle and bustle of the other tavern patrons at the White Horse. The local shepherd of the corner, a grumpy old codger, had even brought one of his newly acquired goats straight from the market.
>>I've seen Death. I lost half my village to the Black Death. I fought under Buckingham in Burgundy. It's not like I don't know what death is. Death is...stupid<<, my brother Hob says at one point during our conversation, causing the words to stick in my throat.
However, the others only laugh at this, whereupon Kian amusedly replies: >>You're a fool, Hob.<<, and playfully slaps him on the shoulder.
>>Nobody has to die. The only reason people die is... is `cause everyone does it. You all just go along with it. But not me. I've made up my mind. I'm not going to die.<<
>>Even if death is something absolute for every human being, does it still have the right and above all its must to exist, Hob. I mean, how do you imagine a world where there would be no more death? In a few centuries you might not even be able to move from the spot in front of people, brother. Then, as always, you would wish for what you can't get - death. Now that you are constantly close to it, you don't even want to think about it. Maybe that's why I dream of true love, but if I find it, will it last until the end?<< I chuckle and share my thoughts about the whole thing.
>>Do you want to die and what are you talking about true love, sister?<<, Hob now asks me directly with widened eyes, the others also silently looking at me and expecting an answer.
>>Of course I don't. I believe that I will never want to. At least not until I find such a love and have a happy life. Even if I have to live forever to find it. I will not die until I find it!<<, I say with full conviction and raise my mug before taking a sip of the tasty brew. The others laugh again and raise their mugs as well. The idea of maybe really finding true love one day is a very satisfying thought.
>>You Gadlings are crazy. Death comes for every man.<<, Cain says again and rolls his eyes before I can interrupt him.
>>You don't know that. I might get lucky. There's always a first time,<< I address him and get an approving grumble from my brother before continuing, >>There's so much to do, so much things to see.<<
>>Women to swive. Ale to drink. People to drink with.<<, my brother rather unintentionally adds to his simple thoughts, earning a little shove in the side from me. But the whole thing only makes him laugh even more. At the same time there is so much to discover, so much knowledge what you can still absorb, love as you do not know it yet. Once again, the men toast and each take a big gulp, after which, with a loud thud, the jugs find their place back on the table.
>>What will you do with all that life?<<, Lillian finally asks with amusement in the direction of my brother and me, pulling me out of my thoughts after spotting for a moment a man standing with his decisive appearance in one of the back corners, talking to a nun in a blue and gray robe. At the same time he looked rather less enthusiastic. His hair was raven black and accentuated his already fair skin even more, as well as his very prominent face. Suddenly our eyes meet, causing me to catch my breath. The misty deep gray literally lulls me and makes this split second seem like an eternity.
Slowly regaining my composure, I focus again on the conversation with the others and look at my brother, who replies snootily in jest:>>I'll find better friends than you, I can tell you that.<<
As the others continue to discuss, I notice in the corner of my eye someone approaching our table, which automatically makes me look up. At that moment, my breath catches for the second time that evening. Now the mysterious man from before is standing directly in front of me and looking straight down at me. Only now do I notice the dark red ruby around his neck as I briefly take my eyes from his.
>>Did I hear you say you have no intention of ever dying? At least until you find your so-called true love.<<, his rough deep voice comes to me.
>>Uh, yaeh. Yeah, that's right.<<, I stammer to myself caught and look back up into his eyes and have to swallow.
>>Then you must tell me what it's like.<<, the stranger in front of me announces, which makes the others and admittedly me smile at the statement before he continues, >>Let us meet here again, (y/n) Gadling, in this tavern of the White Horse in 100 years.<< Now the others laugh uninhibitedly and whisper among themselves. However, this is only secondary for me at the moment, because I can't really process what the well-built man lurking above me just meant to me. He couldn't be serious. I mean how? Besides, how does he know my name?
Nevertheless, I consider the sneering laughter of the others as very rude, which is why I still slightly apathetic without turning my gaze from the man:>>Don't mind them.<< Hopefully he doesn't feel somehow attacked by them.
>>A hundred years` time, on this day?<<, I inquire further with him, actually more curious than I thought. He nods slowly without looking at the others even once during the conversation.
And without thinking further about it, I agree with him:>>I will see you in the year of our Lord 1489, then.<<
The stranger in the black robe, which more than flatters his body, smiles for a short moment before he slowly walks away from our table again, leaving me completely confused.
>>Who was that, then, (y/n)?<<, Lillian finally wants to know, who also looks after him and is probably not quite sure whether I know him or not. Which I definitely don't.
>>Haven't a clue.<<, I honestly admit and look after the man, who rejoins the nun, who grins proudly at him, >>But tell you what, I'll ask him in 100 years' time.<<
Strictly do not: copy, claim or translate those stories of mine anywhere else
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Dense, it looks like you need enrichment in your enclosure, so I thought I'd let you know that I've gone feral for your Dreamling Dads AU. There's like 3 oneshots drafted on my computer. There's a 20K+ longshot fic worked out in bullet points. There's Kian and Matthew playing pranks on Dream. There's a holiday special with family Christmas Cards. There's eldritch powers. There's quality parenting.
Your Kian took over my NaNoWriMo gosh dang it I was supposed to be working on something else.
And yet. Here I am, with a 7000+ word doc filled with thoughts and ideas about this baby boy and his eldritch dad and his slightly less-eldritch dad.
I really want to post something soon, I'll be sure to let you know if I can actually pencil it in amidst the New Years heyday.
This just literally made my entire day I'm going to weep openly wtf??? Inflicting Kian and his Centennial Dads on this fandom has been such a treat for me, and that you guys seem to actually be enjoying it makes me absolutely feral!! I cannot WAIT to read just, all of that?? That is so wild and I'm going to be champing at the bit now. Definitely let me know if/when you share any of it 💕
Have a quicky 2am sketch as a treat!! (kian thanks u for your love)
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