Pt.2 Because I Am A Man Of The People

pt.2 because I am a man of the people 

I love that both of my sad sacks are in this series

The horror and the ruin - part 1

Paring: Morpheus x f!reader, Sandman x f!reader Warnings: swearing, horror images, adult themes, reader discretion is advised Summary: The wheel of time is turning as the fates are weaving the fate of the world and the one who bound her life to the Dream of the Endless. The Witch has to stand against evil, Despair, and her own doubts. Can a mortal, truly bind their life to the one who never fades? Or will it all become just a dream? Word count: 7.9k Note: Gifs are not mine, credit to the authors.

Series Masterlist Part seventeen: Letting go

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"Die you ugly son of a bitch!" Y/N shouted sinking the dagger blade into the ghoul's monstrous body. It choked on black rotten blood and coughed as she turned her face away at the last moment miraculously avoiding the splatter of rot on her face. "Finally!" she exclaimed in relief when the carcasses stopped moving, "What the fuck is going on this year!" she asked turning to face John. Golden runic circles manifested from his hand in the one smooth movement cutting off the head of the other ghoul.

"Why the fuck are you using knives and other weapons, love?" he asked reaching into his coat pocket for a pack of cigarettes and handing it to Y/N "I don't understand! You could do the same with your power!"

"Well, I don't know! Daggers are more practical and faster. Plus silver works on most monsters," she replied wiping the blade on the couch bedspread and taking a cigarette from John.

"Silver is for monster huh?" he scoffed.

"John you know me, I've never been a fan of summoning projectiles from the palm of my hand, etc.! These are your arcana!"

"In that case, maybe it's time to start? I could train you," he offered.

"Wait wait, I must be dreaming! We're working together again which is a miracle in itself, and now you're offering to teach me!!!?" you laughed "It's Christmas baby!!! John Constantine offers to help!!!" you sneered sarcastically.

"Christmas it may be, but not this one," he ignored your taunts and kicked the motionless corpse, "Almost a month to Samhain, and this is the third case this week."

"Fourth," she corrected him, "don't forget the graveyard wraith from Monday," she reminded him of the case that started their work together this week. "Ugly fuck," she grimaced as she let out a puff of smoke and looked at the corpse, "I can't remember the last time I saw a Ghoul."

"It fucking stinks," he sneered looking closer at the body.

"They feed on the dead bodies, fucking obvious it stinks!"

"Remind me again why are we even dealing with bloody ghouls? You couldn't dump it on the Winchesters, they like to get their hands dirty."

"A case like any other, ghoul, ghost, demon, possession, one abomination! We have the power to do something about it, so why should we stand by passively!"

"A wraith, ghouls, and two possessions in one week is asking to get fucked," he snarled, "You know that running after every bloody abomination that crawled out of hell won't make you run away from your own thoughts," he looked at you meaningfully, "I know something about that."

"I do not run away from my thoughts at all. I work!" she replied exasperatedly.

"Mhm…." his face crooked in a grimace of doubt, "if you want to work then work with me on something bigger, not on sodden ghouls. You can leave the ghouls to the Winchesters."

"Stop picking on them and you'd better tell me if you think it's weird that this is the fourth case this week."

"Weird, maybe…" he commented pensively, "But everything lately is weirder than usual."

"You've something to tell me?"

"Nothing, absolutely nothing…" he smiled cynically, "Where' s your boyfriend?" he emphasized the last word.

"Oh I knew you would start about him again!!!" she threw her hands in frustration into the air, "Imagine he has other responsibilities than killing ghouls with me!"

"Anything better than killing ghouls," he replied opening one of the windows and letting in the fresh air, "But you're right. Samhain is a few weeks away and we can't go a day without some case of demonic activity."

"I told you! But nooo, 'I think you're overreacting'," she comically mimicked John's British accent, "Something is completely wrong!" she circled the room they were in looking for symbols, traces, signs, anything that could provide some sort of clue.

"Okay fine, you were right, so be it! Since you came back from dreamland you are extremely positive, it's not like you!"

"Can't I be in a good mood?" she asked while wrestling with the crumbling dresser and glared at John angrily.

"Of course, you can," he came over and helped you move the dresser away from the wall, he looked ridiculous with a cigarette hanging by his lips, "and I'm sure it has nothing to do with the Lord of Dreams."

"Oh for fuck sake, drop it!" she raised her voice in frustration once again that day, "wasn't you the one who told me to dream a little!?"

"I sure was."

"So I did! What do you expect?" she turned to him with feigned anger, she couldn't really be angry with him, it was all just playful banter, "do you want juicy details?" she smiled coquettishly, "are we going to gossip like two girly girls? Oh Morpheus is so wonderful!" she danced in place turning on her heel, "Oh the way he kisses! Oh it makes me feel tingling in all the right places!" she grinned.

"Fuck no, please stop!" Constantine pretended he was getting sick, "just don't."

"Admit it, your stony cynical heart is glad to see me so happy," she smiled warmly at him, "Admit it! I know you are!"

Constantine just looked at her, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. It had been a long time since he had seen her so optimistic, full of energy, happy. After all that had happened recently, she seemed as if all her wounds had magically healed as if she had found the will and strength to live again. He watched her throughout the day. Even as she sank the dagger blade into the ghoul's body, she couldn't hide her beaming face and that dreamy look.

"Of course I'm happy," he replied, and a quiet laugh escaped him, "how could I not be happy. It's a nice change to see you so…. so alive."

Y/N just walked up to John and hugged him warmly, and he, to her surprise, reciprocated the hug. Hugging and other forms of physical affection were never something they did, it wasn't their style. What was their style was constant teasing and snarky comments. This time he hugged her tightly, tighter than a friend should. He knew something was hanging in the air, he could feel the energy changing around them, around her, and he worried about the near future. He couldn't tell her that. He couldn't take away the delight shining in her eyes. He wanted it to last, for as long as possible. For he knew that whatever happened, she could handle it. So they stood in silence amidst the traces of battle, in the stains of black blood, in the stench of decaying corpses, allowing themselves a moment of tenderness. Two occultists, two sources, drawn into a game they had no concept of. Drawn into a vortex of events they could not see. In a vortex of events that was so soon to change their lives forever.

"I have an exorcism to perform two towns over," John said pulling away from his friend, "How about another team-up? And after that we'll grab a bottle of whiskey at some dingy motel."

"Sounds like a plan!"

***

Morpheus had to admit to himself that each moment he was apart from her seemed to drag painfully. He tried to focus on his work, there was still so much to do, so much to rebuild. His thoughts, however, kept returning back to her. If he could, he would keep her in his Realm and forbid visits to the Waking World. "I can," he thought, yet he didn't want to. He didn't want to repeat the same mistakes he had made in the past. To him, she was freedom, she was fulfillment, she was the devotion she had given him willingly, "why should I enslave her now?" And although he knew what dangers awaited her in the Waking World, he could not, would not, enslave her just to protect her. Allowing her to make her own decisions, even though he was convinced he knew better, was a new experience for him. Another one she brought him.

"My lord," Lucienne brought him out of the reverie he had indulged in while creating more fragments of the Kingdom, "the servants have emptied the west wing in according to your order."

"Very well. Thank you, Lucienne," he replied in a stern tone.

"What would you like us to do about it?" she asked.

"Nothing. Chambers for Y/N will be created in the west wing. I will see to that myself," he replied, his face betraying no emotion.

"Do you expect her to stay here?" Lucienne tried not to let her surprise show in the tone of her voice.

"I expect her to live here, Lucienne," Morpheus sounded confident.

"What if she refuses?"

"I will have to respect her decision," he replied calmly, "But I trust that she will want to live with me."

Lucienne hid her surprised face in the large book she held in her hands. He had changed so much. In the past, he would not have even allowed the possibility that someone could refuse him. Yet now he stood before her creating an oasis of peace and serenity. The marble stone buildings, decorated in warm browns and grays, seemed to take on the colors of gold, brown, and green in the light of the setting sun. It was as if they absorbed the colors of the autumn trees and shrubs with which they intertwined. He placed the house deep in the valley, surrounded by two mountains, hidden from view in fields covered with heather. He decorated the higher slopes with firs and planted beeches and oaks in the valley. The southernmost of the two mountain streams formed a river flowing westward through the valley. Over the river ran a narrow stone bridge, a path, picturesque access to the house of peace. Surrounding the house were gardens and a terrace overlooking the river. They towered over the valley, mystical with their arches, balconies, arbors, intricately decorated with the most delicate engravings. As he moved his hand, the trees bent their crowns, giving the wind their leaves to dance between the myriad arches, falling through the windows into the chambers, sweeping the dust from the floors, raising them up, spreading shimmering magic.

"Rivendell, if my eyes don't deceive me, " Lucienne sighed with delight.

"I think I captured its beauty. This is exactly what it looked like in Tolkien's dreams, " Morpheus assessed his work.

"I think she will be delighted," Lucienne smiled at him.

"Am I that obvious Lucienne?" he looked at her questioningly.

"You have changed my lord," she replied softly, "but it is a change that is so welcome."

"I don't know if I have changed Lucienne," he closed his eyes checking if Y/N appeared in the Dreaming, "but I am trying. I'm willing to change."

***

On the way to the next town, you closed your eyes only for moments. A long car trip always made you drowsy if you weren't driving. You listened to The Cure playing from the speakers and drifted off only for a moment. You did not, however, find yourself in a Dreaming. You didn't find yourself back in the arms of Morpheus as you desired. Between the Dreaming and the Waking World, there was nothing, a void, an impassable In-Between. There was no end or beginning, no earth or sky, no light or sound. Just emptiness.

"Hello, my dear…"

"Come up daughter…."

"Don't be afraid sister…"

With a pounding heart, you turned toward the source of the voice. You saw three women, dressed in black, suspended in space, their dresses and hair blowing in a non-existent wind.

"At last we meet, Sister Witch," the youngest one spoke up, "You look good, you're blossoming."

"I know who you are…" you whispered and bowed your head, "Mother, Maiden, and the Crone…Triple Goddess, Moirai." your heart beat harder in fear of the imminent prophecy.

"Look at her, she thinks she's clever!" taunted Crone.

"She shows respect, she has a good heart," said Mother softly.

"Too good! They will devour it along with her soul!" Crone spoke up again and cold fear ran through your body.

"Devour it? Who will devour it?" you asked.

"We have come to warn you sister," Maiden spoke up in a soft voice, "not to answer your questions."

"You are treading on paths you should not tread," spoke up the Crone, "Your fate joins the fate of those who never fade."

"Beware, daughter. The King of Dreams is a proud ruler, proud and just," the Mother spoke this time, "You have intertwined your fate with his, and he with yours. Your paths will be shrouded in darkness."

"Beware sister, beware of your desires," the Maiden warned, "You will have to choose. Your choice may be his undoing."

"Beware of the light in the darkness…"

"She will come for you Sister Witch, and you will have to choose…"

"Darkness is where you belong."

"I don't understand…" you began in a trembling voice, but they had already disappeared.

*

"What don't you understand?" Constantine cast a concerned look in your direction, "Are you all right, love? You look pale."

"Yes," you answered quietly, "I must have drifted off for a moment," you rubbed your eyes, but the image of Crones did not want to disappear at all. You knew it wasn't a dream. You knew something was wrong. "Are we far yet?"

"We're almost there," he replied, "did you see him?"

You didn't answer. Staring at the warm setting sun, you repeated in your head the words "Beware of the light in the dark…Darkness is where you belong."

"Hey Y/N! You with me?" Constantine glanced at you again.

"Yes, sorry. No, I didn't see Morpheus," you replied hastily.

"How exactly does it work? Do you see him every time you fall asleep?" he asked, glancing first at you and then back at the road.

"Not every time, but yes, most nights when I fall asleep, I see him. And even if I don't see him, I still know he's watching over me."

"Doesn't that seem a little, I don't know, creepy to you?"

"Why?"

"You can't hide anything from him. Because he sees all your dreams and nightmares, you can't keep anything to yourself."

"I find it comforting," you replied, " I don't want to hide anything from him."

"Not even kinky spicy dreams?" he smirked.

"Why should I hide them from him? I would definitely prefer him to join in!" you smiled mischievously. "But come to think of it John, isn't that exactly what, deep down, each of us wants? Even you!" a scoffing interrupted your statement, "I know you, John! So spare me the snarky comments and admit I'm right. If you had the opportunity to be with someone who knows you whole, knows your every darkest secret, darkest desire, knows all your sorrows, all your joys, all your dreams, and accepts and loves you exactly as you are, wouldn't you want that? Of course, you would want that! Every one of us, deep down, wants someone from whom we won't have to pretend, someone from whom we won't have to put on a mask."

He didn't answer anything, but the look on his face said it all. Of course, he wanted this. Who wouldn't want that! Who wouldn't want to be loved exactly as they were? Everyone wanted someone who would love their dark side as much as their bright side. The truth was that even the noblest, had darkness in them, and the brighter their nobility shone, the more darkness crept into their souls. Because the world was a cruel place, ruthless and brutal, trying at every turn to kill the light, stifle it and suppress it. And the struggle for that ounce of nobility was often brutal and strewn with blood, pain, and suffering. Both you and John knew this. He couldn't deny you, but you knew him well, he wouldn't admit you were right either.

"Enough of these philosophical lectures for one evening," John reached for the radio and turned the volume up, letting the sounds of Little Dark Age by MGMT drown out any words you would have spoken, "we have work to do."

***

As she climbed the stairs to the fourth floor, Y/N was beginning to regret her bad habits again. The air reeked of mustiness and dust, and her lungs filled with cigarette smoke refused to cooperate. From one floor to the next, the smell worsened, turning into a distinct odor of sulfur and decay.

"How long has the girl been possessed you said?" She asked her friend breathing heavily.

"I didn't," he replied, "more than two years."

"Fucking hell…" she uttered, "poor girl."

Constantine lit another cigarette and Y/N knew full well that the cigarette would not burn out before the exorcism was over. It was his little ritual, to light a cigarette just before a job, put it aside, and finish it when he was done. If the cigarette managed to burn out in the meantime, it meant he hadn't done a good enough job.

He did not knock on the apartment door, from which a nauseating smell emanated. He opened the door and entered without a word, and she followed. To the people gathered in the cramped apartment, they looked menacing, so frightening. She saw them fleeing with their eyes as they huddled against the wall, clutching crosses and rosaries in their hands. It was not about their physical appearance. For they looked normal. John was wearing his usual coat and white shirt, his black tie hung loosely around his neck. One could think he was a banker or a salesman off work. She, on the other hand, was dressed as usual in slim black jeans, a black tank top, and a black leather jacket, in no way resembling the powerful witch she was, or the exorcist she was planning to be in a moment. "The whole family is here," she thought, sweeping her eyes over their terrified faces. She wanted to smile, to give them encouragement; after all, they had come here to help them. However, at the sight of the girl tied to the bed, the thought of smiling disappeared completely. Her arms and legs were tied to the bed frame, but despite this, her body was twisting convulsively trying to free itself. She groaned, wailed, hissed, and growled as John tore the curtain from the window exposing her to the light of the setting sun. Y/N could see each of her bulging blue veins marking her entire body, her greasy hair stuck to her face, the remnants of feces on the once white sheet. The demon grunted trying to break free, trying to reach John, she bent her body to all sides as John lifted a bundle of metal symbols to the sun and began to turn them looking for the right one. A demonic sound ripped from her throat as the sun's rays passed through the right one. She threw her head back, trying to get away from it, and Y/N could see her averted, bloody whites without pupils. She realized that it had been years since she had seen such a state of possession. She took two steps forward wanting to begin work, but John threw her a look that said "Stay where you are and let me work," then he set the cigarette down on the edge of the dresser and jumped up on the bed.

"Oh, you have to be kidding me," Y/N hissed quietly, "you brought me here to babysit civilians?"

John only smirked then knelt on the bed and began the ritual. He whispered something in the girl's ear, and the demon, as if sensing his power, moved its head away, trying to get away from him. This, however, lasted only a brief moment. The demon looked at him as if to threaten him, and began to speak in an unfamiliar language, hissing words, snorting throatily, and to Y/N's surprise, John seemed to understand.

"Yeah, you do that," he croaked and grabbed the girl's head to press the amulet against her forehead. Smoke and sizzle escaped from her body in an instant, and a throaty cry of pain tore through the room. The demon screamed in pain, sending the girl's body into convulsions, bending her arms and legs into an unnatural position.

The women next to Y/N, who in her estimation must have been her mother and grandmother, screamed in fear and clutched the rosaries they held in their hands tighter. Despite the terror painted on her face, her mother took two nervous steps forward, as if to stop the ritual.

"No," Y/N stopped her and grabbed her shoulders, forcing the woman to look at her, "Don't you dare interrupt him."

"But she's my daughter, my only daughter," the woman wept hysterically, and tears flowed from her eyes, "He's hurting her!"

"He's trying to help her," she replied firmly, and the demon wailed shrilly again, with the stench of sulfur bringing Y/N memories of hell, "It's the demon who is hurting her."

The woman tried to break free, but Y/N held her tight as John whispered the words of the spell. The demon wriggled spasmodically, the girl's legs twitched at an unnatural pace, her whole body convulsing in spasm, but John pressed her firmly against the bed, holding her head in a strong grip, protecting her innocent body from harm. Smoke rose from her forehead, her body sizzled filling the room with a nauseating smell of the burning flesh. Images of hell flashed before Y/N's eyes again, and she instinctively grabbed the vial of sand tucked under her shirt in an attempt to ward them off.

*

Morpheus saw through her eyes the image of a writhing possessed human body, smelled the stench of burnt flesh, tasted the rot in his own mouth, felt the pounding heart in his own chest, the uneven breathing in his own lungs. He saw terrified human faces, heard the scream of the beast ripping from the throat of the human girl, saw John Constantine leaning over the girl's motionless body as if listening to her breathing. An expression of surprise was painted on his face. Morpheus saw the world through Y/N's eyes, and pain tore at his soul.

"I'm always beside you…" he said in his mind, while the image disappeared.

*

"John…. I do not think it worked…" Y/N let go of the mother, who slumped to the floor in terror and huddled against the wall.

"What the hell…" John whispered confused, but before he had time to react the shape of a demon rose from under the surface of the girl's skin and attacked him. For a split second, Y/N's heart froze in her chest, but John reacted instantly. In one strong swing, he punched the demon and the girl's body fell back onto the bed.

"Did you just hit it?" she asked with inappropriate amusement in her voice.

"And what the fuck was I supposed to do!" he snarled, "Fuck! I need a mirror," he looked at those gathered, "Now!!! At least three meters tall!" he called out after the men rushing out of the apartment.

"Why do you need a mirror?" Y/N asked but John instead of answering grabbed a chair with which he shattered the glass in the window and began to move the bed towards it, "John!? What the fuck are you doing?!

“Fucker is still in her,” John explained as he ripped cables from a wall, “We’re gonna trap it in the mirror.”

“There are at least a dozen other ways to lure the demon out, better than trapping it in a mirror."

"I thought I was clear, stay away from it," the men came running from the corridor carrying a large mirror in fours, which at John's command they strapped with cables and lifted above John's head. "Close your eyes and whatever happens don't look," John instructed after which he placed his hand on the girl's forehead and, pressing all his weight against her body, began to recite the words of the incantation. The demon hissed, growled choking under his pressure, twitched trying to break free, groaned monstrously trying to fight him. He almost had it, Y/N could see its faint shadow slowly seeping into the mirror when suddenly one of the men drawn by curiosity opened his eyes. In an instant, his black beard and hair turned white, and in horror, he let go of the mirror he was helping to lift and moved away from the bed falling to the floor. The mirror fell down. John tried to hold it up, with one hand still restraining the demon. The spell weakened. The demon broke free, grabbed John by the throat, and, growling throatily, began to choke him.

"Screw the mirror!" Y/N ran up to John and placed both hands on the girl's face and began to speak the words of her exorcism.

Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica….

"Show yourself you ugly son of a bitch," John breathed out as the demon weakened and let go of his throat.

Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te…. cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare….

Y/N felt the air move around her and saw tiny sparks of light leaping from her fingers to the girl's face. John saw them too.

Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanae salutis….

The demon hissed throatily and John felt his strength give way under the strain of their combined power.

Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei; contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine…. quem inferi tremunt…

"Smile, you prick," John growled.

Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine. Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos.

And the demon smiled. In the mirror, Y/N could see its true form. An emaciated bony body, covered with gray burnt skin with only half a head and a black hole filled with blackened rot.

"He is with us Witch," the demon looked at Y/N and half his head moved as if curious, "He is with us in hell, and his body sizzles day and night torn apart with hooks, hung on racks, stabbed, ripped, burned, torn apart, reassembled and torn apart again. Do you know how beautifully a new soul tears apart?"

"Go fuck yourself," Y/N growled furiously.

"And how he laments, how he cries, how he wails," the demon continued, "Do you know that he didn't want to die? He repeats it over and over again as we tear him apart and feed on his blood and flesh."

"She told you to go fuck yourself," Constantine looked at the demon, "for your boss," he added and put out his middle finger.

Y/N extended her hand in front of her and, without waiting for the men to pull the mirror outside, she reached for her power and, pushing the mirror away from her, sent it, along with the frame, through the window. She saw the mirror break as the demon tried to get out, but it was too late. The mirror fell to the sidewalk shattering into millions of pieces.

The blackness disappeared from the girl's face, the veins took on normal color and the pupils returned to their place as she opened her eyes with a deep breath. Terrified, confused, she began to struggle, crying, calling her mother.

"Hush," Y/N climbed onto the bed and began to calm her, stroking her sweaty face, "Calm down, come on, hush now, I'll help you," she repeated, untying her hands, "You're safe now. The nightmare is over," she assured as the girl rose and crying desperately hugged to her, suppressing the panting cry in her chest, "You are safe. You're safe…" she repeated stroking her hair, "Nothing will harm you…" she assured, but her voice trapped in her throat.

In the corner of the room, she saw a woman. Not a mother, not a grandmother, not a daughter. The woman hunched against the wall looking at her with sad absent eyes, looking straight through her as the hook that was stuck on her finger marked her face with bloody wounds. Y/N knew she was looking at Despair.

***

John slept a deep sleep, but you couldn't. Although your body was tired and exhausted after a long day of work your mind was awake. The few glasses of whiskey you drank with John did not lull you to sleep as you had hoped, did not allow your thoughts to quiet down and let your consciousness drift off into Dreaming. Staring at the ceiling, you couldn't stop thinking. First Desire, then the Three, and finally Despair, the reality seemed to be slipping away from you. You tried to recall Morpheus' words about the natural state of symbiosis that existed between humans and the Endless, but your reason and intuition kept whispering quietly the words of doubt, making you so aware that there was nothing natural about it.

You tried in every way to explain the sudden appearance of Endless in your life. People, even the ones who were mystically gifted, had never encountered anything bigger than a Demon or, in an even worse case, an Angel in their entire lives. Constantine was the only exception you knew, but even he was unable to see what it was you saw. You asked him, Despair was visible only to your eyes. "Why?" you once again asked yourself the same question. It had been months since you had first wandered unintentionally into the Dreaming, since Morpheus had first appeared in your life, and you had somewhat resigned yourself to the fact that the source of your abilities would remain unknown. "Why dwell on it when through them I have got to know him," you explained to yourself. And yet, lying on an uncomfortable hotel bed, staring at the ceiling, you couldn't accept that his sibling had appeared in your life with the same ease. "Did I set in motion a chain of events by bonding myself with the Dream? Did I open myself to others by giving myself to him?" you fiddled with the amulet with your fingers, "Should I tell him about it?" you wondered, but something kept you from following this thought. Whether it was Crones' warning or your own intuition, you didn't know, but you knew something was keeping you from telling him. "There is so much I don't know about him…" you realized. You had to admit to yourself that you didn't know how he would react, you didn't know what chain of events it would set in motion. You assumed, based on the story of his capture and imprisonment, that he didn't have a good relationship with his siblings, in fact, no one had come to his aid for over a hundred years. "How complicated must have been the relationships of beings who have existed since the creation of time." The Dream was to you what he wanted to be, he offered you everything he wanted to offer you, and only your imagination told you how much you didn't yet know about him. Because can you really know someone who has been around forever? "Can I trust that Dream will even let me get to know him as he is, and not some version of him that he created especially for me?" you asked, and sadness slowly crept into your heart.

You didn't want to think about it, you wanted to love and be loved, you wanted to give yourself to Dream and let him sweep you away, take you away from this pit of despair you called life. You wanted him to hide you in the Dreaming, to hide you from pain, suffering and constant struggle, you wanted to lose yourself in the Dream, you wanted to disappear with him in some small corner of his Realm, where night and day you could make love hidden from the world. However, despite your desires, you knew that life, even Endless' life was more complicated. You had to admit to yourself that you weren't sure you would have agreed to stay in the Dreaming forever if he had proposed. You loved him, but you had your responsibilities, your task to fulfill. You couldn't abandon your calling for love, and you knew he couldn't do it either.

Suddenly your overwhelmed self lit up with a stormy light awakening your senses, alerting them to the approaching change. The air around you seemed to bend, curving as you saw a vortex of golden sand forming in the middle of the room. Your heart leaped joyously as Morpheus emerged from the sand. Wrapped in his mystical cloak that hid a galaxy of stars, he looked at you with his endless eyes, and the stars shone joyfully upon seeing your smiling face.

"Hello beloved," you whispered rising from the bed. You came up to him, and he, without hesitating, kissed you deeply.

"You were missing from a Dreaming," he said, and you couldn't help but think if his voice would ever stop sending shivers down your spine, "I was worried."

"I can't sleep," you replied softly.

"Something on your mind?"

"It's been a long day," you replied giving in to his embrace.

"I saw," he stated as his cloak wrapped around you tightly.

"You saw? What do you mean?" you were surprised.

"For a moment I saw the exorcism you performed with Constantine," Morpheus explained.

"Just like when I heard your thoughts," you recalled the night Morpheus retrieved his ruby, "Morpheus, is it because of the vial of sand?"

"No," he replied shortly, "The sand contains an aspect of my existence, but it doesn't grant such possibilities. Not by itself." You looked at him questioningly, and he continued, "Just as I can't see the dreams of people in the Waking World, the sand wouldn't let me see your thoughts. The power that grants us this connection comes from you, not from me."

"But I'm just a Witch."

"Just a witch," he chuckled softly, "You sure?"

You clung to him, saying nothing. You didn't know how you could comment on this, since you yourself had questioned your reality barely moments ago.

"Come with me to Dreaming," Morpheus said quietly, "You need to rest." You just nodded and looked at John, "Don't worry, he will know."

*

Looking at his palace shining with a million lights against the starry night, you couldn't help but wonder about the dawning laws of night and rising day in Dreaming. After all, his Realm existed regardless of the time of day in the real world, after all, somewhere in the world at any time there was night. Yet the times of day and night seemed to change in Dreaming according to the will of its Ruler, like everything else.

"It's so beautiful," you gasped in admiration of the palace, "Absolutely stunning."

"Thank you," Morpheus accepted the compliment, "I think I've rebuilt it even more majestic than it was," he assessed his work then stood in front of you and looked deeply into your eyes with that gaze that seemed to look straight into your soul. "In the west wing, I have prepared chambers for you. In them, you will find all the comforts you may need. If you are missing something, if I haven't thought of something, tell me. I will personally see to it that the palace servants take care of it."

"Morpheus I…you didn't have to," you replied stunned.

"I wanted to," a faint smile appeared on his face, "You cannot fall asleep under the open sky every time and run home when you need something."

"Does that mean I'll find a coffee maker there?" you quipped.

"Coffee maker and anything else you want, " he laughed softly. “In my Realm your every wish will be granted.”

"Don't tempt me," you smirked, “Or I will start getting ideas."

Morpheus only smiled after which he took you by the hand and led you over a narrow bridge to the palace. It rose above the river that surrounded the palace, and in its perfectly smooth surface of water millions of stars reflected their splendor. You felt like when he first led you to the Dreaming, only now you were not following him, but walking side by side with him. As usual, he guided your arm under his, and your hand found its place on his forearm. He smiled at you with a smile discernible only to your watchful eyes. You could see the happiness in his eyes, the pride even as he led you towards the huge majestic gates of the palace. As you walked closer, you drew in the air loudly with amazement as the wyvern, griffin, and hippogriff bowed their heads in greeting to their Ruler. Their beauty and majesty took your breath away as they spread their wings proudly and addressed their Monarch.

"Greetings, My Lord," they spoke one after another.

"They are real," you whispered quietly squeezing Morpheus' shoulder tighter.

"Of course, they are real, as real as they can be in the Dreaming. They are entrusted to guard the entrance to the palace. They've been informed that you're always welcome here," Morpheus explained, and only now you realized that they were not only bowing to him, but also to you.

"Greetings, Milady," Gryffin addressed you politely, and you couldn't help but smile shyly.

"You will have to get accustomed to it," Morpheus noticed the blush appearing on your cheeks and smiled warmly, "Do not forget that I am the Ruler of this Kingdom, and you are mine. Everyone is obliged to show you proper respect." He explained as he led you through the palace gates, which opened on their own sensing his arrival.

The great hall, which only a few months ago you saw in a state of ruin and decay, now marveled with its mystical beauty. Numerous marble pillars were decorated with statues, reminding you of the great kings' palaces you had read about in fantasy books. The pillars were connected by arches under a high vault that, to your delight, was not a ceiling, but an open sky with delicate white clouds moving over its starry surface. At the end of the hall, a high winding staircase led to the King's throne, behind which shone huge stained glass windows in colors of gold, blue and green.

You wanted to stop and admire the sky overhead, marvel at every intricately created sculpture, every refraction of light, but Morpheus led you down a narrow corridor to the right up the stairs to the west tower.

"The entire west wing has been emptied and prepared just for you," he began quietly, "No one but me has permission to enter it. You are free to explore the castle, but you are not allowed to venture beyond its boundaries to the Dreaming itself, I can not ensure your safety within its changing borders."

"You speak as if I were to stay here longer," you said quietly, and Morpheus stopped in place, looked at you, took your hand, and brought it up to his chest, as was his custom.

"If you wish my palace can become your home" the stars shone with desire when the depth of his voice pierced you to the core.

You wanted to, you knew you should say something, yet the words seemed to be stuck within you. Your heart pounded ferociously as he looked at you this way, expecting an answer, and for a moment you even imagined yourself dressed in a beautiful gown, as you walked the majestic corridors of the palace day and night, as you accompanied him in his creation, as you explored the endless books in his library, free from pain, free from struggle, free from the cares of mortal life.

"Morpheus…" you began, and although you wanted with all your being to abandon your past life and stay with him in a Dreaming forever, "We need to talk…"

Morpheus reached for the handle and opened the door to one of the huge chambers that were meant to be yours.

"I hope you will find it to your liking," he said, ushering you into a room composed of shades of black, burgundy, and pale gold. Cozy, mystical, inviting. The fluffy carpet asked you to take off your shoes and touch it with your bare feet, and the armchairs and sofas invited you to relax and disappear into the world hidden in the many books that awaited you on the shelf. The huge bed invited you to sleep, to drift off into a land of oblivion and relaxation. A large dressing room hid countless gowns that promised to wrap your body with the touch of silk and velvet. The huge wings of the balcony window opened a view of the entire western side of the Kingdom, promising the most beautiful sunrises and sunsets.

"Morpheus I don't know what to say," you sighed, running your hand along the walls and furniture.

"This is all yours."

"Do you really want me to stay here?"

"Yes."

You opened the balcony door and stepped outside, inhaling deeply the freshness of the warm night air. You leaned against the railing and stared at the Dream's Kingdom stretching out before you. So calming, so delightful, how could you resist his invitation, how could you refuse him. Morpheus came up to you and also leaned against the railing staring at you. You knew he was waiting for an answer, you knew he was waiting for an answer you couldn't give him.

"I saw Despair," you said quietly, "Or at least I think so."

"In your profession, it seems to be expected."

"No, you don't understand, I saw Despair," you raised your eyes and gazed into the endless blackness of his night trying to read his reactions, "I also met Desire."

"Explain," he ordered, and although it seemed impossible the universe in his eyes darkened even more.

"Today, after the exorcism was completed, I saw Despair. A woman. She was sitting in the corner of the room and I was the only one who saw her," you said quietly gazing into the distance, you so wished Morpheus would wrap his arms around you instead of gazing into your soul, "she looked so…sad. Her eyes were so empty. There was something like a hook on her finger, she was cutting her face with it," you raised your eyes to Morpheus again, but his face remained the same, clouded, stern, "she also saw me. She looked directly at me."

"What about Desire?" the tone of his voice made fear creep into your heart.

"That was a few days ago. Right after we came back from England, right after you discovered that David wasn't in the Dreaming," you began to explain.

"I want you to tell me the details," he demanded.

"Fuck… how to say it," you blushed again, "I was a bit turned on after you left me so suddenly, if you know what I mean," Morpheus' stern look didn't make things any easier for you, "But before I could do anything I suddenly found myself in their Realm I guess. I think so. It was a big red chamber, and Desire was there. Like they were waiting for me," you tried to explain, but couldn't find the right words. You grabbed his hand and pulled him back into the chamber. You sat down on the bed on your shod feet and pulled him gently forcing him to sit down facing you. "I don't know if this is going to work," you began to explain seeing his confused look, "I rarely do this with people, and you're not human, but let's try," you reached out and put your fingers to his temple.

"What are you doing?"

"I can't explain everything in words, so I'll show you," you explained, "Relax and let me in," you instructed.

You focused on him, staring deeply into the endless universe of his eyes, trying to penetrate deeper, trying to find that connection that existed between you, like an invisible thread linking you in a joint fate. For a moment he resisted you, trying to push back the pushing force, but you did not give up. You took his face in your hands and pushed with your power even harder, and the resistance gave way. Inertia swept over you completely, as if you suddenly found yourself adrift in an impenetrable abyss of darkness. You closed your eyes and saw it. A shiny silver thin thread, shimmering against the blackness. You grabbed it with all your strength and Morpheus saw everything. He saw the red chamber and you standing dressed in black. He saw Desire hovering around you, brushing the hair away from your neck, touching your chest. You could feel his feelings, the rage boiling just below the surface, ready for action. He heard the words with which Desire taunted you, heard your strong answer, and you felt his darkness lighten with warmth. He saw everything you saw, felt everything you felt. And you knew he was angry.

You opened your eyes when you felt the touch of his gentle hands on yours. The abyss of his eyes remained indescribable as he held your hands in his own.

"That's why you asked me about the nature of Endless," he stated quietly.

You nodded, not knowing what else to say.

"Your power is extraordinary, my dear," he said and kissed your palms, "Thank you for showing it to me."

"I didn't plan to hide it from you, it just all happened so fast…" you justified yourself.

"I know, you don't have to explain yourself," he interrupted you.

"What are you going to do?"

"I do not know yet. Perhaps my siblings need to be reminded that we don't meddle in each other's affairs," the stars in his eyes lit up menacingly only to soften a moment later when his eyes met yours again, "You said you were mine before you said it to me," he noted, "Despite such understandable doubts, you gave yourself to me." There was nothing but deep tenderness in his voice.

"I meant what I said. I love you," you said quietly, "yes, there are a billion questions and a billion doubts in my head, but my love for you is not something I question. Desire, Despair, Lucifer himself can go fuck themselves for all I care. I am all yours and you are all mine."

Morpheus only drew you to him so that in his arms you lay down on the bed. He kissed you deeply, pouring all his devotion onto your lips. Cuddled in his arms, you finally allowed your nerves to relax, to let go of the burden that had been weighing you down for days.

"Sleep, My Heart. I will watch over you," he said, and you drifted off into a blissful state of unconsciousness.

~~TBC~~

~~***~~ Authors note: Throughout this past week I was sure that I won't be able to get the chapter out this week. I had the whole weekend planned so I was writing during a week to get as much as I could do. On Friday I was almost at 5k words. I wrote a bit on Sunday, and suddenly it turned out that I have Sunday free after all. So after a moment of pondering I decided to add one more "small" scene. Well, that small scene kinda grew! Sorry, not sorry. I do hope that you enjoyed this long chapter and the direction in which the story is proceeding. Fun fact! I never planned on making Constantine such a big part of the story, but he brings great energy, and tbh I've always been a fan. Thank you for sticking with me through another chapter. See ya at the next one! And as always Dear Reader, I thank you for reading. ~~***~~

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Can you do 15-43-46-60 with Tate and the reader? Like Tate teasing the reader whilst she’s driving?

Tate Teasing the Reader While She Drives

15. “Wanna bet?”

43. “Does this get you hard/wet?”

46. “I’m trying to drive here!”

60. “Cum for me.”

Yo I’m sorry this took me SO long, I hope the person who requested this is still even here. :/

Summary- Fingering, handjob, careless driving, orgasm, a very cocky teenager called Tate Langdon. Words- 1.3k

for obvious reasons that include leaving the house, Tate isn’t dead

I hope you enjoy! :)

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“You’re just mad cause you know I’m better at driving than you”, you say, gathering your belongings and putting them in your purse. Tate scoffs.

“I’m far better”, he replies.

“You get distracted at everything! I can focus on the road much better than you can”.

A cheeky grin comes over Tate’s face when he hears your challenge, and he chuckles. He ties the laces to his Vans and looks at you with an amused expression.

“Wanna bet?”.

You smile at him innocently, not knowing what torture Tate has in store for you. But your competitive side would never allow somebody as cocky as Tate to have the satisfaction of winning. You had to prove him wrong, whatever he had in plan.

Once you both sat in the car, you put on your seatbelt and looked over at Tate. He closes his car door and looks at you innocently, crossing his hands on his lap. You blink at him slowly and wait for him to put on his seatbelt, which he doesn’t do. He laughs hearing your dramatic groan as you reach over to put it on for him, to which he gives you a big childish grin and you roll your eyes, then start driving.

Trying to keep your eyes on the road, you occasionally look at the unusually quiet boy in your passenger seat. Even though you didn’t know what he was planning, his suspiciously content expression and deafening silence only meant he could be up to no good. Tate turns down the Nirvana playing on the radio but doesn’t say anything. You look over at him with confused eyebrows and he pretends to not notice you looking at him. Just as you’re about to ask what he’s up to, you hear a weird sound which immediately catches your attention. You turn your head to see Tate unzipping his pants and palming himself through his underwear, looking around through the windows, like nothing’s happening. Your eyes widen as you look at him for a few seconds too long, having to quickly divert your eyes back to the road. Your lips tremble for something to say and you only just manage to get something out.

“What-? What are you-?”

“I thought you don’t get distracted?”, Tate said cockily, making you sigh, finally understanding his cheekiness earlier. Without hesitating, he takes his hardening cock out of his undies and strokes himself. You look around at the cars on the busy road you’re on and worry whether somebody else will see you. You try not to give into temptation, knowing he’s only trying to annoy you and distract you, but you can’t help but glance occasionally, trying not to stare for too long, for safety reasons. His cheeky grin gets wider when you make eye contact and he notices you biting your lip.

“Does this make you wet?”, Tate whispered seductively. He begins to rub his cock fully, clearly not caring about the cars surrounding you. You moan softly at the sight, answering his question, and grab onto the steering wheel harder. He chuckles at your determination and stops touching himself completely. You stop the whine coming from your lips, knowing this is for the better, but not denying how wet seeing him pleasure himself makes you. You slightly rub your legs together as much as you can, the underwear under your skirt getting wetter by the second. The idea of other people watching excited you in a new way you never felt before, and the adrenaline rush you had to contain made your thighs tingle. You stare straight forward, and suddenly feel Tate’s huge hand on your thigh. Though this was something he did often, you were already too aroused for him to touch you at all. You brush his hand away softly, but he quickly returns, this time gripping harder, and rubbing closer to between your legs. A soft moan escapes your lips and Tate smirks, knowing the effect he has on you. You look over at him pleadingly and he pretends to scold you.

“Eyes on the road, missy”.

Your sweaty hands don’t know what to do with themselves, rubbing up and down the steering wheel, trying to focus on anything but the minimal stimulation on your bare thigh.  Tate uses his long, slender middle finger to slide up and down directly on your underwear, making you flinch slightly. He exhales in satisfaction at how wet you feel and moves your underwear to the side. You tense your whole body, gripping the steering wheel and clenching your jaw in the process, trying to not melt between his skilled fingers. He sees this and raises an eyebrow at your silent protest. He puts his middle finger on your wet slit and slowly pushes it inside, a gasp immediately leaving your mouth.

“I’m trying to drive here!”.

“Oh, don’t worry, that doesn’t bother me”, Tate states sarcastically, pushing his finger in knuckle deep and curling it straight up. A high pitch moan escapes your lips, and with a desperate expression, you search around for a quick place to park. As you try to keep your increasingly more and more shaky legs steady, and on the pedals, Tate begins to find a rhythm and curls his long powerful finger deeper every time. You whine, trying to keep your eyes open and constantly having to stop your head from rolling back. Tate pushes in a second finger and curls them both up at a faster paster, biting his lip as he watches you try to not fall apart. He moans watching you and grabs his cock, stroking it at the same time as he curls his fingers into you. Though your pleading face stays on the road, aching for a place to stop the car, your soaking pussy clenches around Tate’s fingers, holding them inside. Tate digs around in you like he’s looking for lost treasure but as he pulls them out slightly, rubbing and trying to find your g-spot, you take one of your clammy hands off the steering wheel and push his hand in deeper, yearning to feel every inch of his long fingers.

“Needy girl”, he mocks you. “Cum for me”

He demands and curls his fingers harder and faster pushing you over the edge. You moan and completely let go, giving in to his touch and releasing your excitement all over his hand. Your mind and vision go foggy as your eyes struggle to stay open, and the one hand left on the wheel battles with the aftershock of your powerful orgasm, trying to stay still. His attack on your insides doesn’t stop, even after you release, bringing you overwhelming pleasure. You pathetically attempt to pull his hand away from you, knowing that you don’t want him to stop, but he does and rips his fingers out from you, earning a sad whine. Soon enough, your eyes light up as you find a car park to a supermarket, and you quickly park, barely making it between the lines. You finally relax, and look over at Tate, who wasted no time in using the wetness you left on his hand to pleasure himself.  You forcibly take his hand off himself and he looks at you, expecting you to replace his hand with yours. Instead, you undo your seatbelt, and open the car door.

“You’re driving home”, you step out of the car and walk around to the passenger seat. Tate awkwardly shuffles to the driver’s seat, and watches you sit beside him.

“Maybe it’s a good job, I don’t get distracted as easily”, Tate says laughing. Though he quickly stops when you look at him with a serious expression and wrap your fingers around his hard dick.

“Wanna bet?”

the ones i love

pairing(s): jason todd x fem!reader

summary: you go all wanda maximoff and take over gotham after jason's death and the only one who can stop you is well...jason.

warning(s): just rotten fucking angst and crying, also bruce is being kind of a dick and this takes place on a rooftop im not sure if i state that in the fic and this is unedited.

© msgorillagripcoochie , do not steal, post on third party sites or translate my work

"You need to stop this." Dick spoke standing a few feet away from you. "Why should I?" You asked "What has Gotham ever done for me!"

"Y/N c'mon" Dick breathed out standing a few feet away from you, Dick wished he had grasped it before, the way you had been struggling to handle what happened to Jason. Maybe if he had helped you wouldn't have gone so far.

"You're hurting people."

"Well people hurt me!" You shouted "All people have done is hurt me!" You sniffled wiping your eyes before tears could spill "I know, I know." Dick moved towards you "But you're my best friend Y/N, you're better than this." He took your hands in his "You deserve better than this."

You looked down tears leaking from your eyes and you wanted to take it back just for Dick but you couldn't, he didn't understand how much you needed this, how much was riding on this for you.

"I can't"

"You can." Dick whispered.

"I can't let him go." You shook your head your tears evident in the dim light of the night "You don't have to."

The voice made you freeze, your hands shook as you turned your head and you recognized the voice but you didn't want to believe. You pulled your hands away from Dick's as the person came out of the shadows, he stood there a red helmet on his head.

"Hey sweetheart." His voice was shaky like he was struggling with this too but you couldn't believe it was him.

It couldn't be.

They were tricking you, they were using someone or something just to get you to give up...right?

"This isn't real." You whimpered tears slipping from your eyes, he took a step towards you but you took a step back "You're tricking me." You hiccuped looking at Dick.

"Would I ever lie to you?" Dick asked and you knew he wouldn't, Dick was your friend.

You turned back to the man in front of you.

You watched his hands reach up to his face and slowly he took his helmet off. You let out a soft gasp bringing your hand up to your mouth, it looked just like him, was it him? "It's me." He shrugged almost reading your mind, Jason was always good at that.

"Jay." You breathed and for a moment you didn't care if it was fake, if this was some delusional you'd wake up from. You needed this, your shaky hands reached for him and he stepped towards you letting you hold his face in your hands.

Your fingers traced against his skin, tracing his rough skin.

You closed your eyes feeling him for a moment and you couldn't stop crying once you had fully started. You dropped your hands "Is it really you?"

"It is" You jumped at the sound of Bruce's voice, he was now on the roof with you. "You have what you want now stop, you've hurt too many people."

You took a step back and Jason saw it, he knew you and he knew you wouldn't respond well to the way Bruce was approaching you. "Y/N" Jason tried.

"Let everyone go Y/N!" Bruce yelled at you and you flinched suddenly feeling like a little girl getting yelled at by your mom again for not sweeping the floor correctly. "Stop" Dick told Bruce "We had it handled."

"Handled, none of this has been handled, she's become a monster."

"Leave her alone!" Jason shouted.

You wiped your eyes "I'm not a monster, I'm not a monster" You shook your head quickly not trusting this. "You just want to lock me away, this isn't real is it?" You placed your hand over your ears and you just wanted it to go away.

"Hey, hey look at me we know you're not a monster baby" Jason reached out but you flinched away from his touch "We know you didn't mean for any of this to happen but I'm here now, you have to let everyone go" He told you, his voice almost soothing "This isn't who you are."

Bruce went to speak again but this time Dick didn't let him "Go, you'll need to help them when she let's them go." Bruce stopped for a moment "But if anything goes wrong-"

"It won't." Bruce nodded before leaving.

This time when Jason went to touch you, you let him as he held your chin in his hands forcing you to look at him "I need you to come back to me sweetheart."

"He's gonna send me away, just like mom did." You whimpered "No, no I won't let him, no one is going to hurt you. It'll just be you and me just like you want, just like I want." He held you just like he used to and you closed your eyes just listening "I just need you to come back to me."

It was silent for a second, just him holding you "Okay." You nodded and he smiled that same smile that made you fall in love with him "Will you still be here?"

"What do you mean?"

"When I take down the hex will you still be here?" He realized that still you weren't sure if he was real or not "Yeah, I'll be here" he pressed a soft kiss to your lips and sure it tasted salty from your tears but it was enough.

"I love you Jason" you whispered just in case he was lying, just in case he'd go with everything else.

"I love you too."

a/n: thank you so much for reading pls tell me what you think and if you enjoyed it. feel free to request!

Fire on Fire | A Morpheus x Scarlet Witch!Reader

Summary: The Lord of Dreams falling in love with a being capable of spontaneous creation – what could possibly go wrong? Pairing: Morpheus x Scarlet Witch!Reader (she/her) Note: You are not Wanda Maximoff. You’re just you who happens to be the Scarlet Witch and all that entails.

“There is something you must know…”

Morpheus raised his head, curious, at the hint of hesitation found in his usually steadfast sister.

“Y/N came to see me not long after your capture. She—” Death paused there, looking anywhere but into a pair of stormy orbs, “She was looking for you.” It was here that Morpheus realized it wasn’t hesitation he sensed earlier, it was guilt.  “And I did not have the heart to confess the truth.”

Though dry lips parted no air slipped past, eyes flickering from one thing to everything yet seeing nothing. The words were loud in his mind, almost making him numb from the echoes, “I don’t understand.” He understood the words, he supposed, but not quite their meaning when strung together. “If you did not share with her my predicament, what did you say?”  

There was something pathetic, he thought, in the way he felt his heart break at the drop of one word. “Nothing.” whispered his beloved sister, whom he had complete and utter faith in your safekeeping.

His pure black hatred for all with the name Burgess grew tenfold. A hundred years he deprived him of you – unforgivable in itself, but to learn that for those years you were left to believe he had abandoned you made him want to empty his stomach and fill it with even more hatred.

“You let her think I deserted her?” The words lacked the anger he felt. Disappointed in his sister he may be, but he knew deep in his heart who was at fault, whose head he wanted on a pike – dead or alive.

“Where is she?” Morpheus pressed, all gritted teeth and narrowed eyes.

“I tried to find her when I realized the severity of your circumstances, to undo my wrong, but–  but I couldn’t. I’m unable to find her still.” The desperation was evident in her voice. Death dared a step forward, slow and careful, hands spread out before her as though to placate a caged animal. Accurate, she supposed.

“I’m sorry, little brother.” The sincerity was clear as day, but they fell on deaf ears. “I feared the prophecy might—”

Morpheus glared at her for that. “Damn the prophecy!”  

Death sighed, forced to take a step back by the pressure of his anger radiating his person. “You know very well, deny as we might, that it will come to pass.” There was an edge to her voice this time, determined to be heard.

“The Scarlet Witch is not born; she is forged. She has no coven or need for incantation. It is her destiny to destroy the world.”

Neither spoke but the words rang clear to both Endless – echoes from a grave warning eons ago.

A/N: honestly i was just desperate to write something for dream and as i'm a marvel and dc hoe and currently obsessed with the scarlet witch and dream respectively — this came about. my requests is currently open if you have any and let me know if you want a part 2 lmao

NVM I'm weak so here is chapter. 02 | chapter. 03 | chapter. 04

Platonic Vance Hopper x Steve Harrington HCs

Vance didn’t want to go to that goddamn house so he decided he will wait till midnight to go home

He decided to wait on the curb of some dumb street light

He just got away from getting arrested for beating a guy for messing with his game

He didn’t want to hear that man that is in the law his “father” right now. Not his nagging, not his glaring eyes of hate for something he didn’t do.

He couldn’t help but be away from that man.

If he could he would strangle him till his life ended in his hands but he would much rather not be in cuffs 

They hurt his wrists and would rather not experience them again

Vance sat on the curb with bloody knuckles, from his the guy’s teeth he punched out and the knife that he tried to stab Vance with

He still had the knife in his pocket 

As he sat down on the curb a man walked up to him, he looked young maybe in his early 20s or so

“Hey, you okay kid?”

“It’s none of your goddamn business.”

“You’re bleeding, come on let me help you with that at least”

Vance struggled before he inevitably let the dude wrap his knuckles in bandages and then help with the slight scarring on his wrists from the cuffs

The man eventually introduced himself as Steve Harrington and Vance after a “little” bit of convincing introduced himself as Vance Hopper

Steve helped Vance up and took him to some grocery store to get this kid a chocolate bar

After a lot of run-ins with each other Vance finally softened a bit

Steve bought Vance food most of the time and they would eat together 

Steve and Vance found a spot in the woods that was a no man’s land and was perfect

It was an unused railroad that ran above a river that wasn’t too far from the river but a perfect place to jump off from and not feel like you got hit in the stomach when jumping in face first 

The bridge wasn’t connected to any railroads so it was safe to just hang out on it

Steve and Vance would hang out with some candles to warm up and blankets and just listen to music and tell stories 

Vance told Steve about how he was kidnapped and stored in some basement with other kids but in the end, there were only 6 victims 

Steve was horrified to see how calm Vance was about the situation and tried to comfort or at least help him realize it was not just some inconvenience 

“Well I wouldn’t say being kidnapped was the best thing in the world but it was just better than life kinda, it’s hard to explain but it was like life had stopped and kinda peaceful. When I say this I mean like when I wasn’t beaten or… other times.”

Steve teared up and hugged Vance who didn’t really get it and didn’t hug back but definitely didn’t push him off

Steve will admit he had been spending a bit more time with Vance than the other and he will admit that it’s unfair 

But he was so traumatized about this kid's life story, it’s not with the upside down where it sort of only happens in Hawkins but this wasn’t some demo bullshit it was real life where anybody could be kidnapped and it’s a regular occurrence that it’s scary. To know he’s gone through that so he sort of implanted himself as mother hen in Vance’s life

He had no one but himself to blame

Vance discovered that without his pinball machine that he fidgets a lot and even fidget with Steve’s hand before Steve gave him some gadgets to distract himself 

Vance lets Steve braid his hair and it’s a really cute moment where Vance is sipping tea that Steve made and Steve trying to get the angle right so the Bobby pins and such stay and look good

Once the others noticed how Steve seemed to be a bit more busy than usual they follow him a bit and discover Vance

“Hey hippety Hopper! I got you some snacks” Steve had a pep in his step as he almost skipped over the bridge 

“Call me that again and I will stab you Steve, don’t forget about my sociopathic tendencies.” Vance glared at Steve with a playful yet serious statement like he could do that but not to Steve 

“Right right now tell me you wanted to talk about your friends? Or the kids with you in the basement” Steve sat down next to Vance opening the bag in his hands 

“Yeah… well, we sort of had a click since we were all kidnapped and stuff so we sort of just stayed together. I think I remember you saying that it’s a trauma response can’t remember, anyway. There’s this boy whose name is Griffin, he’s a few years younger than me and he was one of the ones with me… he’s a small kid and he doesn’t have any friends and I feel bad. I don’t know why but it’s irritating not knowing and it’s got me angry why I feel bad even though I’m sure he doesn’t have a bad home life or anything so it just makes me angry that I feel this way.” Vance talked with pauses as if thinking about how to talk he spoke about his feelings and also fidgeted with Steve’s hand a lot more 

“It’s okay to feel that way so what do you do in this group? Hang out or something?” Steve leaned back to lay on the wooden bridge and Vance soon accompanied him 

“I guess we sort of just hang out in the abandoned house down the road. It used to be the high schoolers hang out before we showed up, I’m pretty sure it's because of me” Vance didn’t seem upset actually kinda proud of himself which reminded Steve of a certain someone he once knew

Vance continued to talk about the others and how they were called the Casper crew for looking like ghosts but it stuck and they take pride in it

Vance talked about being injured and helping the kid who killed their kidnapper and how he had to be carried by another injured guy (Robin) 

Steve when he heard the name Robin immediately went to his coworker robin and told stories about her

Vance listened attentively as Steve ranted 

Max was surprised at how fucking identical Vance was to billy and how his style resembled Eddie, it made some cry while others were completely shocked. 

Vance decided to go a bit early to go to his friend's house so they had their goodbyes early 

Once Steve noticed the party he yelled at them for being so late in the night