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Clari! Might I ask who all you selfship with? 👀 And what the vibes of each ship is?
marq!!! ◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞ ohhh my gosh what a FUN question okay okay SO
⋆₊˚⊹♡ DARI - dabi x clari
the biggest, most prominent and by far most important self ship i have <333 i love him to absolute death and beyond. our vibe is like,,, sugary sweet bratty little ‘good’ girl x majorly fucked up drug-addicted bad boy. we’re extremely possessive, extremely obsessive, and extremely unhealthy. we take the word co-dependent to a new fucking level. that kind of toxic, all-consuming, endlessly insatiable love where we hurt each other but we love each other too much to leave; it’s more than just an addiction, it’s a need on a chemical level, it’s like we’re each missing something only the other has. and even though our love is crazy and chaotic and toxic as hell it’s still real in the truest, purest form of absolute obsession. we are also fiercely protective over one another. i have a dari tag here and a dari tag here c:
⋆₊˚⊹♡ MIKRI / MANRI - mikey x clari [bonten timeline]
mikey is my beloved Daddy and i am his precious little princess. we’re both bratty little sugar fiends who enjoy being doted on—which is great, because i worship him like he’s my lord and saviour and he takes care of me like i’m a piece of him; something that came from him and belongs to him. he is my Strong Scary Yakuza Man and i am his Delicate Dainty Little Baby <3 he is my physical strength and i am his emotional strength. i have a lil write up about how we met n stuff here!
⋆₊˚⊹♡ VLARI - vox x clari
this one’s kinda weird because like,,, he has a television for a head BUT i am so in love with him. our vibe is a lil difficult to explain because he’s technically my boss, and he technically owns my soul; he plucked me off the streets of hell and molded me into his sweet lil star, his precious little moneymaker, and everything i do in the public eye (and in private too, tbh) must be fully vetted and approved by him. our whole aesthetic centers around class, extravagance, and perfectionism. it’s also very 1950s nuclear family breadwinner man housewife woman. we have a son named vander (van for short!) <3
i also selfship with sukuna but we don’t have a name!! the vibe is basically pet gf x owner bf LMAO. and then i have a million selfships with other tokrev boys (esp kazutora + sanzu + rindou!) but the three selfships above are like, my main main ones <3
#can you tell i love dabi a lot???#LMAOOOOO#i also have like;;; a selfship with dabi *and* tomura but that's just a whole mess tbh#ANYWAY I FEEL LIKE I RAMBLED SO MUCH but wow thank u for asking eee this was rly fun!!!#i must now dive deep into the kiribakumarq lore >:)#i hope you are having an absolutely marvellous day bb <33333#inky.marq#inky.selfships#dari#mikri#vlari#clari gets mail
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finally got around to properly drawing mikri, i love my silly little destruction cat
#mikri#pf2e#ttrpg#catfolk#barbarian#digital art#my art#oc#batastrophix#batastrophix's scribbles#she's a ranged melee btw#by that i dont mean that they have like a bow or something#i mean that theyre a giant barbarian with reach
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got a big nosebleed and almost fainted in the tavern bathroom #mylowbloodpressure
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I am. So genuinely Sorry to be tagging u the third time in one day but I'm wrapping up a lot of wips, have a tactical Mikey to end the night @luckycharms1701
#Listening to What's Up Danger drawing this was an experience#he#gornack art tag#gornack click to see details tag#the next wips are au headshots and im going out tonight so this is likely the last wip ill be finishing#bay tmnt#tmnt bay#bayverse#bay mikey#tactical mikey#he is going to shoot the viewer but he looks good doing it#why cant i just beam bay mikry directly into ur brain i feel annoying#“why not just post it tomorrow” i will literally forget and then never post it
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they're very similar if you think about it
#IN MY SISIMPUR BRAINROT...AGAIN#my art#kylo's art#sisimpur#sesame street#sgt frog#keroro gunsou#keroro gunso#tamama#ikri#ikri mikri#kururu#kululu#shiku#muppets#childhood shows#childhood#nostalgic#international sesame street
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#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers anime#mikry#hanagaki takemichi#sano emma#emma#draken#mikey tokyo revengers#animes#😍 fyy#💌💌💌💌#ˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̽‿̩͙‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̽‿̩͙‿̩͙‿̩̩̽‿̩͙‿̩͙‿̩̩̽‿̩͙‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̽‿̩͙‘⸊ˎ
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Save me peach tea flavored Arizona
#FUN FACT: THATS ACTU#ally one of my fav flavors#ALSO MY DAD WANTED RO SEE MY PHONE N I HAD TO CHANGE IT FROM THE DRAWING OF ME N MARI#TO A DIFFERENT ONE#AND MY DAD SAW MU PIC OF MIKRY AND ASKED WHO THAY WAS
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⋆₊˚⊹♡ MIKRI / MANRI - mikey x clari [bonten timeline]
⊹˚₊ 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭: late at night, at our favourite 24hr diner—a ‘family run’ joint owned by him (unbeknownst to me). it’s been drizzling all day, but the rain is beginning to fall harder when he ducks through the door, droplets clinging to his shoulders and reflecting the diner’s neon signs. they roll off his jacket as he shakes them free, stalking up to the counter only to be informed that i’ve just ordered the last slice of his favourite pie. for a moment, he’s furious; he’s already having the most god-awful goddamn day, and now he can’t even get his favourite pie from the place HE OWNS? what a perfect cherry on top of a terrible past twenty-four hours.
he asks who ordered it, just out of curiosity, wisps of the thought of threatening the patron who stole his dessert gently wavering at the edges of his mind. but then he sees me, and oh, he thinks, his luck has just changed.
⊹˚₊ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞: 3am diner dates with stacks of pancakes dripping sticky syrup; melted chocolate smudged across palms and lips; racing through rainy city streets in the middle of the night in a sleek, expensive car; cinnamon heart stained kisses; platinum clacking against teeth, icy fingertips pressing into warm thighs






#selfship: mikri#HEHEHEHEHE#finally#one down a million to go HAHAHA#i'm gonna complete these slowly i think c:
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Keep It Real
Keep It Real, Ha? Keep It Real, Keep It Real, Ha? Keep It Real, Keep It Real, Ha? Keep It Real, Ha? Keep It Real Keep It Real 勿論無いのが理由 お前が探してる理由 でも原因は 頭の中でスクリューしてるだけ REAL あるなら今出しな 本当も嘘も隠れる 生涯 魂 魂入 Keep It Real 奴等は壁越しで聞いてる 奴等障子に穴開け見てる ���はいつでもここに居る Brand New (hot) I don’t give a Fxxk, Never give a Fxxk てな感じだ 80’s ベイビーズ ずらーと90’s ベイビーズ さあ行くぜ Cooool あの子達 歩くAVE 俺達はいつでもContinue 注ぐ酒はJin and Juice (Jin and…
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Rent a Car in Mikri Vigla

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Sorry for the ask, but could you make or use a turtle tot together for your stuff where mikry has to care for his tot-ified bros? Please and thank you. I love all your yummy art
I am going to be 100% honest with you, I am not sure what you are asking for! I ran it by my friends and they tell me you might be looking for a master post or master tag. So I'll put all the tots stuff under this tag: Youngest Big Brother AU
Sometimes there will be baby mikey in there too but we'll just use this tag as a catch-all for the tots content.
I also drew you a little small Leo just in case!
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Chapter 5- abscond
THE CERTAIN ROMANCE OF WINGS AND WAR
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PAIRING: [DAD!JAKE SIM x FEM!READER]!MAFIA AU
TW/N: 5.6k - Mafia au | soulmates au | angel/devil wings au | childhood best friends au | frenemies au | I didn’t know I loved you until I lost you | eloping/running away | family friends au | found family au | cheating, blood, drugs, mentions of sex, alcohol, lots of cussing, mentions of murder, guns, therapy, trauma, abandoning children, adoption care, estranged families, physical abuse, anger issues, characters make terrible decisions, some characters have sexual relations but not romantic, mentions of a lot of fucking each other over (betrayal), can't trust anyone.
Chunks that are in italics are flashbacks.
SUMMARY: six months later, the absconded family is making ends meet in Santorini. Y/N is a waitress, Jungwon is a chef and Niki is Luna's permanent nanny. Back at home, Jake and Sunghoon are falling apart trying to find them. Unbeknownst to all of them, though, a bigger storm was brewing.
SERIES MASTERLIST I MASTERLIST


The house was small- whitewashed walls that gleamed almost painfully under the sun, a sloped blue roof that matched the sea, and bougainvillea cascading like a waterfall of fuchsia petals over the windowsills. Inside, there were only three bedrooms, a narrow kitchen with counters chipped from years of salt and wind, and a bright living room where sunbeams spilled through arched windows every morning, scattering gold across the tiled floor. It smelled of saltwater and laundry detergent, of coffee and the faint sweetness of lemons drying in bowls.
It was no palace- but for Y/N, Jungwon, Niki, and Luna, it was home now.
The first weeks in Santorini felt brittle. Luna hadn’t stopped crying. Morning to night, her small body trembled with sobs, her voice rasping raw as she clung to Y/N’s shirt or curled in Jungwon’s lap, asking in quivering sobs, “when is Daddy coming? Why hasn’t he found us yet?”
Her uncles and aunt worked desperately to keep her world stitched together. Ice cream became a currency of comfort. Chocolates became a promise of distraction. Jungwon, even as his wings gradually faded, would hoist her onto his shoulders and give her tiny flights above the sand- just high enough to catch the breeze, her laughter carrying out over the water. Niki would march her down to the shoreline, wading waist-deep, and cannonball into the surf, sending white foam spraying into the sky while Luna shrieked with laughter.
But even laughter couldn’t stop the moment Luna discovered Jungwon’s wings were gone. She’d looked up at him one day, touched his back with a small hand, and found only smooth skin. She’d cried so hard she gave herself hiccups, opal eyes clouding, whispering, “they were my favorite.” And Jungwon could only press her close and whisper that he was still her uncle, wings or not.
Still, the island cradled them gently. Santorini smelled of sea breeze and roasting garlic, of sun-warmed stones and briny nets drying on the docks. In the mornings, they’d stroll through narrow streets paved with cobblestones that glowed white-hot under the sun. Market stalls overflowed with ripe tomatoes, glossy olives, honeycomb dripping amber onto paper, and old men dozing behind baskets of lemons as big as fists. Shopkeepers began recognizing them, greeting them with cheerful “Kaliméra!” and calling Luna “mikri mou”- my little one.
They discovered a rooftop café with whitewashed benches where the sky burned pink at sunset. Some days they lingered there for hours, sipping iced coffees and passing plates of flaky spanakopita back and forth, just watching ferries trace silver ribbons through the caldera.
When Luna was at school- a small white building perched on a hill overlooking the Aegean- there were quiet hours to fill. Sometimes Y/N would sit by the window, staring at the sea with her coffee cooling untouched beside her. “Did we do the right thing?” She would murmur, voice almost lost beneath the cries of gulls. And Niki, voice low and fierce, would always answer, “it doesn’t matter. What’s done is done.”
Jungwon rarely spoke in those moments. He’d just reach out and rest his palm against Y/N’s back, thumb drawing silent circles between her shoulder blades.
The nights were the hardest.
On the nights Luna didn’t crawl into Y/N’s bed, didn’t insist on one more story or a glass of water, Y/N would lay awake, silent tears sliding into her hair. More than once, Niki slipped into her room and shook her out of it- not cruelly, just with his brand of blunt mercy.
“Don’t lose your mind now. She needs you.”
They began to run out of money, slowly at first- a creeping panic that started with counting change for the market and ended with unpaid bills stacking on the kitchen counter.
Jungwon landed a job first, becoming a chef in a taverna overlooking the water. It was a humble place with blue-painted chairs, chipped tables, and the aroma of lemon, grilled octopus, and oregano wafting into the street. The owner hadn’t wanted to hire him- until Niki pulled him aside, voice cold and low enough to make the man pale. Jungwon worked long shifts, sleeves rolled up as he plated sizzling lamb chops and ladled out bowls of avgolemono soup, flour dusting his hair like snow.
Y/N found work as a waitress at a small café tucked into a quiet lane. Her days blurred into the clatter of dishes, the hiss of espresso machines, and the babble of tourists asking for directions. Her boss was temperamental- a middle-aged woman with sharp eyeliner and a sharper tongue- but Y/N found comfort in the routine. She made a friend there, Sunoo, a barista who wore flower pins in his hair and loved to gossip between pouring cappuccinos.
Niki couldn’t get hired anywhere. He tried shops, restaurants, even helping out on fishing boats, but nothing stuck. His resume meant nothing here, his presence too big and his voice too blunt. So he stayed home, becoming the guardian of Luna’s new world. He learned to braid her hair into plaits. He packed her lunchboxes- neat sandwiches, sliced fruit, little notes with doodled hearts. He waited at the school gates every afternoon, Luna running into his arms, her giggles echoing off the whitewashed walls. The two even started picking up on Greek- Niki usually bargained with the vendors.
He often thought about when Luna was born, how she’d wailed when he’d first held her, terrified of his deep voice and big hands. Now, somehow, she loved him best, leaning against him while they watched fishermen hang squid to dry in the sun.
For Luna’s sixth birthday, they scraped together enough for a small celebration. Jungwon baked a cake layered with strawberries and whipped cream. Y/N found a tiny wrapped gift she knew Luna would love- a sketchbook with glittery pages. Niki bought cheap balloons from a shop down the street and strung them across their ceiling. Luna’s eyes shone as bright as the Greek moon that day.
Six months in Santorini; life was going well. Luna no longer cried every night for Jake, though she sometimes paused mid-bite of food to remark, “daddy and Sunghoon are really bad at this game. He hasn’t caught us yet.”
And they’d laugh, each of them pretending- for that moment- that the game would never end.
Jake and Sunghoon never stopped looking for them.
The first month after Y/N, Jungwon, Niki, and Luna disappeared was chaos- a haze of engine oil and cigarette smoke, of phone calls that rang into empty echoes and endless hours crawling through city streets that felt suddenly foreign without them there. Jake barely slept. His eyes turned glassy, red-rimmed, as he scoured flight manifests, CCTV tapes, and scraps of rumors whispered through back alleys. Sunghoon burned through contacts like matches, sending men in every direction, following leads that fizzled to nothing.
When it finally sank in that Y/N and the others hadn’t just hidden away- that they’d left the country entirely- Jake felt something splinter deep in his chest, sharp enough to bleed him dry.
Six months crawled by like a dying animal.
Jake and Sunghoon hunted clues like bloodhounds, only to run into dead ends- blurred images at an airport, a rumor from a contact in Busan that led nowhere, whispers that maybe they’d gone to Japan, then a dead certainty that they were in Italy, only for that, too, to vanish into thin air.
They’d asked Alice, too, only to realise she was as clueless as them
David was merciless. His voice never stopped echoing around Jake’s skull- you let your daughter get taken. You let your brothers vanish. You let Y/N walk away from you.
Nayna and Martin were shadows of themselves. Nayna sat at the kitchen table night after night, thumb tracing Jay and Y/N’s faces in photos, tears sliding silently down her cheeks. Martin tried to keep her together, but there was a hollow look in his eyes, like the ground had cracked beneath his feet and he had no idea how to rebuild it.
Chelsea, however, had decided to stay away as a whole.
Helen tried to hold them all together, tried to soothe her husband, tried to keep Jake and Sunghoon from destroying themselves with guilt. But halfway through the third month, the stress caught up to her. One afternoon, she collapsed in the living room, and they rushed her to the hospital, where a doctor gravely told them that her heart was too weak to bear much more strain.
But the worst came for Jake on Luna’s sixth birthday.
The day hit him like a brick. He tried to act normal- mopping floors that didn’t need mopping, washing already-clean dishes- anything to keep the memories at bay. But when the hour came when Luna should have been blowing out candles, Jake ended up in her empty bedroom, kneeling on the rug, gripping the stuffed bunny she used to sleep with. His shoulders shook as he whispered apologies into the silence, voice raw, begging her to forgive him, promising he’d bring her home.
Sunghoon found him there, wordless, pressing a hand to his back. They stayed there for a long time, the house echoing with an absence so loud it was deafening.
But in all those endless days and nights, Jake kept discovering something else- a truth he’d never wanted to see.
He realized, in the quiet after everyone was gone, just how much he’d needed Y/N. How he’d taken for granted the way she’d been quietly holding him together for years. How she’d stepped in to handle things he never even noticed- bills paid on time, Luna’s school forms, calming his temper before it could boil over. How she’d been the bridge between him and the rest of the world, the one person who could soothe him when the dark thoughts threatened to swallow him whole.
And he’d been such an asshole to her.
He’d pushed her away, hurt her more times than he could count- and still, she’d stayed.
Until she couldn’t anymore.
He wanted to believe he’d bring her back and fix everything. But sometimes he wondered if she’d ever want to come back. If she could ever forgive him.
But then he’d remember that she’d taken his daughter from him and- he didn’t know what to think anymore.
Hope was a thin thread.
So when they stumbled home one exhausted evening, the sunset painting the city in bruised purple and gold, Jake didn’t expect anything different. He dropped onto the couch, elbows braced on his knees, head hanging low. Sunghoon hovered by the TV, flicking through channels in a daze, not even really watching.
Until he froze, remote in hand.
“Jake.”
Jake lifted his head, eyes shadowed.
“Look.”
On the travel channel, the screen flickered with the sun-soaked streets of Santorini. A man narrated about whitewashed houses, the sparkle of the Aegean Sea. And there, in the background of a passing shot, slightly blurred but so achingly familiar- Y/N stood behind a café counter, hair tied back, apron around her waist, handing a coffee to a customer, smiling in a way Jake hadn’t seen in far too long.
Jake surged off the couch, eyes devouring the screen, chest heaving as if he’d run a marathon.
“They’re in fucking Santorini.”
Y/N sat in the tiny office, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth, her knee bouncing so fast it made the metal chair creak beneath her. The room smelled faintly of coffee grounds and floor cleaner, the walls stained yellow from years of cigarette smoke. It wasn’t much of an office- just a battered desk, a single rickety chair, and a short shelf overflowing with dusty files and dog-eared ledgers.
She heard the door open behind her and quickly straightened up as her boss slipped in, looking exhausted, her hair pulled back into a frizzy ponytail. She let out a long sigh and sat on the edge of the desk, rummaging in a drawer until she pulled out a small white envelope. She slid it across the scratched wooden surface toward Y/N without meeting her eyes.
“I had to reduce your paycheck for this month,” she said, her voice clipped, apologetic in the way people are when they’re resigned to bad news. “Money’s tight.”
Y/N blinked at her, then snatched up the envelope and tore it open. She stared at the amount printed on the slip of paper, a hollow panic flaring in her chest. This… this wasn’t good. She’d never struggled with money before. Even when she’d moved out on her own, she’d always had the family’s safety net. But here… here every euro counted. Jungwon carried the house on his paycheck, but hers helped keep the lights on.
This wouldn’t cut it.
“Why? What do you mean? Business has been good this month,” she said, voice sharp with disbelief.
“It was,” her boss admitted, rubbing her temples. “But we also just got bought out. You’ll have a new owner coming in soon. Changes are happening fast.”
Y/N pressed her lips into a thin line, nodded once, and rose from the chair. She left the office and stepped out behind the café counter, heading for her small cubby where her bag hung from a hook.
Sunoo glanced up from the espresso machine, dark hair flopping into his eyes, voice light but edged with concern. “Hey… why’d she call you in?”
“Paycheck. We’ve got a new owner coming apparently,” Y/N muttered, slinging her bag over her shoulder.
Sunoo winced. “Ugh. Corporate people always ruin the vibe.”
“Yeah. Tell me about it.”
She forced a small smile and slipped out of the café, the little brass bell above the door jingling as it closed behind her.
By the time Y/N got home that night, the sun had long dipped below the horizon, leaving streaks of purple and orange still smoldering in the sky. The salty breeze whipped her hair around her face as she climbed the steps to their small white house, the familiar scent of garlic and spices wafting out the windows.
Inside, she found Jungwon and Niki already gathered in the kitchen, the dining table set neatly with plates of food steaming in the warm light.
“Where’s Luna?” Y/N asked, easing herself into her chair, her whole body aching with fatigue.
“Sleeping,” Niki said, flicking his eyes toward the hallway. “But guess what happened today at kindergarten?”
“What?” Jungwon and Y/N chorused, leaning in slightly.
Niki leaned back, crossing his arms. “Apparently, Luna’s been telling everyone that her dad’s supposed to come find her. She’s going on about how no one knows where we are and how it’s all a secret game,” he let out a sharp, incredulous scoff. “Got called into the principal’s office today. Had to cook up some bullshit story about how she’s got a vivid imagination and watched some weird movie.”
Y/N felt her stomach clench. “But… it’s handled, right? No issues?” Her voice was quiet, trembling slightly.
“Yeah, don’t worry,” Niki said, shaking his head firmly. “Everything’s handled. No one’s asking questions,” he cleared his throat, steering the conversation away from the tension. “What about you, bro? How’s work?” He asked, looking at Jungwon with a hint of a teasing smile.
Jungwon’s lips curled into a small grin. “Great, as always,” he said, then hesitated, the tips of his ears flushing pink. “I… uh… I’ve got a date tomorrow.”
Y/N froze mid-reach for her glass, her breath catching in her throat so sharply it hurt. Her eyes flicked up to Jungwon’s face, wide and startled, as though she couldn’t quite comprehend the words he’d just spoken.
Niki and Jungwon both blinked at her in confusion.
“What?” Jungwon asked slowly, his grin faltering as his brow creased. “I’m allowed to date… right?”
Y/N blinked again, her eyes unfocused, before shaking her head as if to clear it. “Yes- yes, of course. I just…” Her voice trailed off, her fingers tightening around her glass until her knuckles stood out white. “I don’t know why that surprised me,” she murmured, voice softer now, almost lost. She forced a wobbly smile. “Who’s the girl?”
Jungwon let out a breath of relief. “Another chef at the restaurant,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve mentioned her… Athera?”
“Oh right,” Niki piped up, snapping his fingers. “The girl with the heterochromia, yeah? I met her a couple of times.”
Y/N let out a dry, incredulous laugh that bordered on a scoff. “What is it with you brothers and women with unique eyes? Even Emily with her opal eyes- I swear, it still haunts me.”
Y/N was still staring at the bullet in the center of Emily’s forehead when her phone started vibrating in her pocket.
She couldn’t move at first. She just stood there, rooted to the spot, eyes locked on Emily’s face- the way the small, dark wound seemed to sink into her skull like a tiny black pit, rimmed in ragged flesh and glistening beads of blood. A thin trickle of crimson ran down the bridge of Emily’s nose, seeping over her lips and dripping off her chin to join the widening pool beneath her head.
Emily’s skin was turning pale already, tinged with an eerie bluish-grey, the pallor crawling outward from the bullet hole as though death itself were radiating through her veins. Her eyes were wide open, bloodshot, irises clouding over like milk. They stared blankly past Y/N, and yet somehow felt as though they were boring right into her soul, accusing, condemning.
There were spatters of red on Y/N’s shirt, tiny droplets clinging to her hands and wrists, stark and wet. The sharp, metallic tang of blood was thick enough to taste on her tongue, mingling with the bile rising at the back of her throat.
“Yeah, well,” Niki shrugged, rolling his eyes. “Luna inherited them. She truly is haunting us from the inside out.”
“Sometimes I think Emily’s ghost followed us here,” Y/N mumbled, half to herself, staring down at her plate. “Bringing bad luck to she who killed her.”
Jungwon’s eyes softened as he leaned forward. “Y/N… what happened today?” He asked gently.
Y/N swallowed hard and set down her glass, pushing her hair back from her face. “Paycheck came today,” she sighed. “She reduced my pay. Apparently she sold the place to someone new, and-”
“Y/N, it’s fine,” Jungwon cut in, firm but quiet. “We’ve got this. We can still handle it.”
“Yeah,” Niki chimed in, quick to back him up. “And I think I might have a good job prospect. The ice cream shop Luna likes? They’re hiring, apparently. I’m so sure I can get a job there. We’ll be fine.”
Y/N’s shoulders dropped as she let out a shaky exhale. “How long are we gonna keep saying we’re fine?” She whispered, eyes darting between them. “I feel like we’re drowning, and we keep pretending we’re not.”
“We’re not gonna drown,” Jungwon insisted, his voice tightening. “We’re doing just fine.”
“Why don’t you have a little faith?” Niki hissed suddenly, his tone sharp, though he lowered his volume to keep from waking Luna. His fingers drummed hard against the table. “We’ve made it this far. Why don’t you believe we can do this?”
“Because this is fucking unrealistic, Niki,” Y/N shot back, her voice cracking. “You heard what Luna’s been saying at school. She’s gonna realize sooner or later that we’ve literally kidnapped her from her father. You think that’s something she’s just going to understand? That she’ll magically be okay with it?”
“God, this again,” Niki groaned, throwing his head back in frustration. “We go around in circles about the same conversation every damn time. Y/N, we’ll deal with it when it comes.”
“There’s no point in fighting,” Jungwon interjected quietly, his voice gentle but edged with exhaustion. He gestured toward Y/N’s untouched plate. “Y/N, you’ve barely touched your dinner.”
Just then, the soft sound of little feet shuffling against tile pulled all their heads toward the hallway. Luna came padding in, one fist rubbing at her bleary eyes, hair mussed from sleep. She’d grown so much in the past months- a little taller, missing a few front teeth, speaking with new confidence and curiosity. But to them, she was still their baby, their little girl.
“I’m hungry,” she mumbled, voice small and thick with sleep.
In unison, Y/N, Niki, and Jungwon snapped their heads toward her, eyes wide, as though they’d been caught doing something they shouldn’t. A faint sheen of sweat glistened on Niki’s brow.
“Auntie Y/N, will you make me that egg you always do?” Luna asked, blinking up at her with trust shining in her opal eyes.
Y/N blinked hard, as though shaking herself out of a trance, and scrambled up from her chair, clearing her throat. “Yeah, honey. Of course.”
Jungwon gently caught Luna’s hand and steered her toward the hall while Niki grabbed the remote, flicking on the TV to distract her.
In the kitchen, Y/N stood staring into the fridge for a second longer than necessary, trying to collect herself. Jungwon leaned back against the counter, arms folded loosely, watching her with soft eyes.
“She’s got a pro-chef for an uncle, and she still wants your eggs,” Jungwon teased lightly, a faint smile curving his lips.
Y/N let out a breathy laugh, shaking her head as she pulled out a carton of eggs. “You know, Jake used to love these too. When we were younger. He’d ask me to make them all the time. Practically begged for them.”
“I remember,” Jungwon murmured. His voice was warm, but there was a distant sadness beneath it.
“It’s not even some fancy recipe,” Y/N went on, cracking eggs into a bowl. “Just scrambling them with a little water and steaming it until it turns into pudding. Nothing special. But he’d always say no one else could make it like I did.”
Jungwon’s lips twitched into a faint smile as he watched her whisk the eggs. “Maybe it’s not the eggs. Maybe it’s you.”
Y/N paused, the whisk still in her hand, and met his eyes. For a second, something unspoken hung between them- something weak and aching- and then she dropped her gaze, focusing again on the bowl.
“Well,” she said softly, trying to push the lump out of her throat, “at least some things don’t change.”
Sophie was arranging a display of scarves near her boutique window when the bell over the door jingled sharply. She glanced up with her polite shopkeeper smile- only for it to slip away as two men stepped inside, shutting the door behind them with a soft, deliberate click.
Neither looked like they belonged there. One was tall, lean, all sharp cheekbones and glacier-blue eyes that seemed to look right through her. The other, younger, wore an elegant black coat and exuded an unsettling calm, as if he’d measured the space and found it wanting.
“Can I… help you?” Sophie said slowly, lowering the scarf she’d been folding.
The younger man gave her a faint smile. “Evening, Sophie.”
She blinked. “I’m sorry, have we met?”
The older man stepped forward, eyes glittering. “We know who you are. And we know who you used to be with.”
Sophie stiffened, heart thudding. “I’m sorry… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t bother lying,” the older man said softly. “Niki.”
The name hit her like a slap. She opened her mouth, then closed it again.
The younger man gave a humorless laugh. “See? There it is. Recognition.”
Sophie swallowed. “Who are you people?”
“My name’s Louis,” the older man said, voice gentle but with a cold steel beneath it. “And this is Erwin.”
“I don’t know you,” Sophie whispered.
“You know my fiancée,” Louis said. His eyes flicked toward Erwin. “Or rather… you don’t. Because Niki never told you anything. About us. About her. About who he really is.”
Erwin’s mouth twisted. “My sister. Emily.”
Sophie stared blankly. “I don’t… I’ve never heard that name in my life.”
“Of course you haven’t,” Erwin snapped. “Because he kept you in the dark. Like a pet. He didn’t trust you enough to tell you the truth.”
Sophie’s breath came faster, panic clawing up her chest. “What truth?”
“That Emily’s dead,” Louis said, his words cool and precise. “Shot in the head. By one of Niki’s so-called family.”
Sophie felt the blood drain from her face. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Louis leaned closer over the counter, lowering his voice. “We’re talking about murder. About betrayal. About the people you think you know running away.”
“I’m not involved in any of this,” Sophie stammered, backing up a step. “Niki never… he’s not-”
“He’s not what?” Erwin cut in sharply. “A killer? A liar? A fucking coward?”
“Stop it,” Sophie choked, her hands trembling. “You’re lying.”
“I wish we were,” Louis said quietly. “Emily was my fiancée. She was Erwin’s sister. And she’s dead because of them,” his eyes darkened. “We’re not asking you to pick up a gun. We’re asking you to help us find the people who destroyed our lives.”
“I can’t help you,” Sophie said, shaking her head violently. “I don’t know where Niki is. I don’t know anything!”
“You know more than you think,” Erwin hissed. “And if you don’t help us, you’re choosing them. The ones who kill and ruin lives. The ones who’ll keep running until someone else winds up dead.”
Sophie stared at them, chest heaving, feeling like the floor was falling away beneath her.
Louis reached into his pocket and slid a small card across the counter. “Think about it,” he murmured. “We’re going to find them. With or without you.”
Jungwon and Niki hadn’t planned to share a bedroom.
Back when they first arrived in Santorini, the two of them had staked out separate corners of the small house, each clinging to a shred of privacy in the chaos of starting over.
But then Luna had turned six. One evening, she’d stood in the hallway, small fists planted on her hips, pouting as she declared, “I used to have my own room. All the kids in my school have their own room.”
And that was that.
So Jungwon packed up his things and moved into Niki’s room.
For the most part, it wasn’t an issue. The bed was too small for two grown men, and they often woke up with limbs tangled together like a pair of stray cats. Niki snored in short, rattling bursts, and Jungwon tended to steal all the pillows, curling around them like a possessive child. There were nights Jungwon ended up asleep on the couch in the living room because Niki had spread himself diagonally across the entire mattress, leaving no space at all.
But really- it wasn’t an issue.
They could complain and grumble and threaten to strangle each other in their sleep- but deep down, both of them knew they’d chosen this life- this messy, mundane domesticity; this normalcy.
They’d asked for it.
But there were also the nights when neither of them could sleep. Nights when the air felt heavy and still, pressing down on them like the weight of memories they were trying so desperately to outrun. Nights like this one.
They lay side by side in the dark, staring up at the pale, cracked ceiling. Outside, the wind sighed through the bougainvillea vines, carrying with it the salt of the Aegean.
“You never talk about how you feel,” Jungwon mumbled at last, voice soft, threading through the silence like a cautious needle. Their elbows touched where their arms rested, fingers laced over their own chests, mirroring each other unconsciously.
“You act like you’re doing so well,” Niki shot back, though there was no heat in his voice.
“I’m handling myself,” Jungwon said after a beat. “At least, I think I am. I feel… normal.”
“You never talk about Jay,” Niki added. “You were close.” “Yeah, we were,” Jungwon cleared his throat, as though it would somehow clear his memories. “I’m not sure what to say about him.”
“You never come with us to visit his grave.” “It’s really hard,” Jungwon said. “I don’t like cemeteries.”
“Jay couldn’t make the exception, huh?”
Though there was humour in Niki’s tone, Jungwon didn’t acknowledge it. “I think I’m doing fine, Niki,” he finally said, breath leaving his lungs. “Since I started getting over Alice, I think… I’m good. I’m fine.”
“Yeah,” Niki murmured, nodding slightly. “Big date tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” Jungwon repeated, and though he didn’t look over, a faint smile curled at the corner of his mouth. “I’m excited. This girl seems nice.”
“She does,” Niki agreed quietly.
Jungwon turned his head, peering at his younger brother through the darkness. “What about you, Niki?” He asked. “I know it’s hard for you here. You’re barely holding it together some days. Even back home… you were dealing with the people Jake wanted you to deal with. I know your coping mechanisms, Niki- it’s not hard to see. The punching, the beating.”
Niki lay silent for a moment, his eyes fixed on the ceiling as if hoping it might swallow him whole.
Then he swallowed, throat working visibly in the shadows. “I know,” his voice was low, raw. “I think… I think I wanted to kill myself the first few days we were here. I thought we’d made a mistake. I thought I’d really fucked up this time. But then…” he paused, exhaling a shaky breath. “Then there was Luna. You both got jobs, and I became her… guardian, I guess. I had responsibilities. Real responsibilities. Someone had to be there for her,” he blinked, and Jungwon saw the gleam of moisture gathering in the corners of his eyes. “I guess… I guess she’s helping me.”
“Yeah?” Jungwon’s voice was soft as linen, barely louder than the breeze rattling the shutters.
“Yeah,” Niki said again, firmer this time, his head turning slightly on the pillow as though seeking confirmation in Jungwon’s face. “I think… I think this is good for me. Santorini. I don’t regret it.”
THREE YEARS AGO- a random tuesday
Jake came home late that evening, dead-tired and dragging his feet like they were weighed down with lead. The house was quiet except for the low hum of the TV spilling soft blue light across the living room. His brothers were nowhere to be found- they were either in their rooms, or still out. Or maybe with Luna.
He blinked in surprise when he found Y/N there, curled up on his couch, one leg tucked under her as she stared at some random cooking show. For a moment, he just stood in the doorway, taking her in- this familiar stranger who somehow kept finding her way back into his life, no matter how many times he managed to anger her.
Slowly, Jake crossed the room and dropped onto the couch beside her, letting his head fall back against the cushion with a groan. He scrubbed his palms over his face, feeling every hour of the day lingering in the ache of his shoulders.
“Hey, Y/N,” he said finally, voice hesitant. His eyes darted to hers, cautious. He never knew which version of her he’d get these days- the one who ignored him entirely, or the one who shot him looks sharp enough to cut skin. “Do you… remember those steamed eggs you used to make me as a kid?”
Y/N turned her head, brows furrowing. She didn’t answer, just stared at him like she was trying to decide if he was worth her words.
Jake swallowed, feeling strangely small under her silence. “You know… it’s, um… it’s comfort food for me. Always has been.”
Still nothing from Y/N. Instead, she got up without a word and disappeared into the kitchen. Jake stayed slumped on the couch, blinking at the flickering TV screen, listening to the distant clatter of pans and the soft hiss of the stove igniting.
A few minutes later, Y/N returned with a small bowl in her hands. She set it gently on the coffee table in front of him- a bowl of soft, trembling steamed eggs, brightened with a drizzle of soy sauce and a sprinkle of chili powder across the top.
Jake stared at it for a second, then blinked hard and picked it up. The steam curled into his face, carrying a scent that made his chest tighten painfully and his throat ache with memories.
“Thank you,” he murmured, voice barely audible. He scooped up a bite, and the first taste was like being punched in the chest- in the best possible way. It tasted exactly like childhood, like simpler days before everything broke apart. He closed his eyes as he swallowed, feeling the warmth spread through his chest like sunlight. “Is Luna asleep?” He asked, voice still rough as he set the bowl down.
Y/N didn’t look at him, just settled back onto the couch, arms folding across her chest. “Yeah.”
“You should… make these for her, too,” Jake said after a beat, glancing over at her. “Someday.”
Y/N sighed, eyes still fixed on the TV. “Yeah,” she said quietly. “When she’s older.”
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A story of witch
Happy Valentine day !
As a gift, here a looooooooong Morpheus x female reader.
Careful, some spoilers here, from the comics and so maybe from season 2.
Time had a different hold on witches.
A certain influence, because contrary to common beliefs, nothing escaped time and nothing was perfectly eternal, but it slipped over them as long as they decided, and had enough magic to repel its effects.
Y/N had already been walking on Earth for several centuries when she met Morpheus.
She had heard many legends about the Endless. Rumors. Lots of warnings, especially regarding Dream, who was described as a changeable, dangerous, angry and resentful being.
Her many sisters whispered to each other that becoming his lover was as much a gift as a curse. He would offer you the whole world on a platter, he would do everything to please you, and then one day, without warning, you would no longer suit him, you would do something wrong according to him, the feelings would no longer be as strong, and then misfortune would strike you.
The king would always find a way to blame you for this new emotional failure. Then you risked Hell, endless nightmares, eternal sleep.
Too much hassle for little benefit.
Y/N didn’t think about any of that when she met Morpheus. Neither to the wonders he could offer her, nor to the torments he risked inflicting on her.
For a witch, some might have thought that she was young, still naive, far too in love with her books and grimoires, fascinated by stories, and therefore vulnerable to the charms of the dreams master.
She didn't think she would fall in love. Neither did he. The mourning of his marriage and his child were still recent, for a being such as him. Y/N had barely been born when this tragedy had happened.
The subject was not brought up, like none of his former lovers. Morpheus did not forget, he never forgot, but when a new relationship began, he did not look back to compare with the previous ones.
No doubt it was a mistake on his part, who then never learned from his mistakes.
Y/N hadn’t had as many relationships as him. Witches have the luxury of immortality, and they knew the consequences of it. Bonding with mortals wasn't a good idea, even less so with their peers. Too risky. Too dangerous.
Attempting to see the future in dreams could have been described with the same words. Y/N was taking the risk of being punished by two Endless, Destiny and Dream.
But Destiny never interfered in anything, and Dream was intrigued by the little witch, asking her not to repeat her experiments, but welcoming her into his domain.
As they walked in his garden, the inhabitants of the Dreaming knew before them what was going to happen.
"Your flowers are beautiful. Everything is beautiful here."
“Would you like to see my library ?”
"Oh, I'd love to ! But you must have a lot to do, I don't want to bother you more than necessary."
"You don't bother me, mikri magissa. You are welcome here."
It took a while for Y/N to realize that they were getting closer. The courting of the king of stories was subtle, ethereal like him, full of poems and tenderness while doing without many words far too heavy with meaning, and at the same time far too limited to convey all the ardor of their love.
Because they loved each other, there was no doubt about it. The end of their story came quickly, although to a mortal three centuries seemed like a lot. At the same time, those who knew Morpheus well could testify that this was quite a long time for a relationship with him. But as always with his relationships, there had to be an end.
“I’m just saying he’s not wrong.”
"You don't know what you're talking about, o mágos mou. This man is insane and I'm not lonely."
“However, I have felt you far from me for some time now. Perhaps forever.”
"Don't I love you more than anything ? Haven't I shown you my love on many occasions ?"
"I don't know. It's difficult for me to know with you, immutable and yet so variable. Sometimes you give so much, too much, and sometimes not enough, if it's not nothing. There is no middle ground with you. Probably not with me either. It's possible that I'll ask you impossible things."
“Nothing is impossible for me.”
“Yet you refuse to speak, to really speak. You flee this kind of discussion, as you fled the friendship of this man.”
“Don’t push me, Agápe μου.”
Y/N left the Dreaming that night knowing she wasn’t coming back. Morpheus' indifference to her departure could have been seen as fortunate, but it hurt her deeply. He didn't try to catch her, he didn't try to punish her either.
Even though it seemed obvious after several weeks that he would not pursue her, neither in her dreams nor in the Waking, Y/N took precautions to prevent their paths from crossing again. Using several spells, rituals, amulets and ancient seals, she ensured that her mind was cut off from the realm of her former lover.
This protection proved very useful when the sleeping sickness arrived.
Like the rest of the world, Y/N didn't immediately understand what was happening. She knew Dream enough to know that he would never neglect his work like that, that he would not abandon his position unless forced to do so, and that despite all the cruelty and resentment he was capable of, he would never do such a thing to the dreamers.
Something had happened, but she didn't know what.
Too afraid of what he could do to her if she went into the Dreaming, or what could happen to her sleep without the protections, Y/N didn't try to find out. It wasn't her business anyway, since they were no longer together and the fate of humanity wasn't part of her responsibilities.
Time continued to pass, and she still tried to help mortals when she could, with potions and incantations to help them sleep, or on the contrary wake up, ensuring that their nights were not entirely nightmares.
But this was difficult, because she was not the master of dreams. Without knowing it, she came very close to Morpheus the day her steps led her near a mansion with dark, gloomy energies, which she did not wish to approach too closely. However, there was something, abandoned under a tree near the property, which attracted her with strong force.
The body of a raven. A raven different from the others, a dream. Jessamy. Someone had shot her and she lay there, lifeless, far from her creator, far from her home.
Y/N took the poor thing with her. Necromancy being prohibited, it was not good to anger Death, and the existence of dreams being a complex thing, she did the only thing in her power, to offer a decent burial to the little emissary whom she had loved very much and who had often helped her control Morpheus' moods.
When collective sleep returned to normal, there were no signs. Nothing that made it possible to understand what had happened. Curious by nature, the witch repeated to herself that she should not try to understand. The rumors would spread quickly.
She heard about Burgess. Whispers recounted the long confinement of the maker of nightmares, who had taken revenge before setting off in search of his stolen instruments in order to rebuild his kingdom. Twice he went to the Underworld, he faced a Vortex, he fell in love. Nothing really new, just the same story over and over again.
Y/N didn’t want to know any of this, but the choice wasn’t hers. One of her sisters came to visit without being invited, and to ask her advice.
“I don’t see how I can help you, big sister.”
"You have experienced what I am experiencing. Tell me how to escape from Oneiros, because I no longer wish to see him and he does not seem ready to accept it."
The rumors had not mentioned the fact that Morpheus had fallen in love with a witch again. Older than Y/N, more powerful, crueler too, because Thessaly had little interest in things of the heart.
" … I repeat, I'm not sure I can help you. Make sure you don't inspire him with any more feelings and you'll be free."
"Sweet little sister, he still loves you and yet he left you alone. I'm asking for this."
"He doesn't love me. He didn't love me for a long time when I left."
"We argued often and each time my wing of the castle was razed and then rebuilt under his orders. There is no trace of his former companions left in all of the Dreaming. None, except you. He did not touch your room. He denied me access to it. He recreated it with everything else after his return. Can you tell me that doesn't mean anything ?"
Y/N didn’t respond. She didn't know what to answer, she didn't know about all this. Her eldest whispered that she was almost jealous. Many times she had wondered if she had gotten his attention because of their similarities, because she reminded him of his lost love.
It might be a good idea for her younger sister to discuss it with the Lord of Dreams.
"Or not. That would allow me to slip away without him probably noticing, but I can't wish harm on one of ours. I'll find a way."
This time, Y/N closed herself off to the whispers, not wanting to know if Thessaly had found this way.
Part of her wished the best for the lord of stories, who had suffered far too much in the last century despite all his wrongs, and who did not deserve to receive another injury. Another part didn't like knowing the older witch was with Dream.
She was afraid for her sister, and she was afraid for Morpheus, whose fickle heart was more fragile than he wanted to admit. The consequences were likely to be terrible for everyone.
Filled with memories, Y/N wanted to visit Jessamy’s grave. A powerful spell had hidden it from the eyes of the world, to prevent it from being desecrated, and she wondered if she had not made a mistake in doing so, for it was possible that Morpheus had never known where his faithful emissary rested.
But the magic of ravens was special, these beings knew things, and she shouldn't have been surprised to find one of them on the tree that protected the location.
"Good morning." she said politely, making new flowers appear near the grave.
"Hi. Do we know each other ? I feel like I know you."
"I don't think we've ever met. You're Dream's new raven."
"Yeah, Matthew. I don't know why I'm here. I'm sort of drawn to it, and Lucienne told me to follow my instincts for this sort of thing, but I don't understand. Are you the one calling me ?"
“I think it’s more your predecessor that you are feeling.”
"Jessamy ? Oh… The boss thought her body was destroyed or something. Were you the one who buried her ? That's nice of you. You don't look really surprised to see a talking raven. I feel like I'm supposed to know you. You seem important."
"Not really, no."
"The boss could tell me but he's busy at the moment. He's accompanying his sister on a quest. Good, it's keeping him busy. It's been raining too much since his break up, it's been days. Merv told me that it was almost always like that, frankly it's painful to watch. The time with this Nada, the time with his ex-wife, the time with another witch… I don't know what he has with witches. I didn't like her at all, she was mean."
“It rained in the Dreaming when I left ?” Y/N couldn’t help but ask, surprised by the news.
Before that day, she had always believed that her departure had had no impact. A total, cold indifference, showing that she no longer mattered. But Thessaly had talked about her room, and Matthew had talked about the rain, and Y/N didn't know what to think at all now.
She had left Morpheus because of his inability to communicate, the distance he put between himself and the whole world. His grand declarations of love always seemed hollow, lacking something.
Maybe he had changed. He would never have allowed his emissary to speak as Matthew did, who was moving around on his tree asking a thousand questions about the relationship between his boss and Y/N. He even allowed himself to order her to leave, because he really didn't need Dream falling into depression again by seeing her through his eyes.
"He's got enough problems, he… Oh. Oh, no. I feel it, he's there. Shit, shit, shit. I have to go !"
Years without any news and within moments Y/N hearing about her former lover almost every day. Until someone came to her door and she found herself face to face with Morpheus.
He seemed embarrassed. He had always been awkward in the waking world, out of place, because dreams hardly survived in reality. But there was something else. He would never have bothered to knock before. He would have come into her house to say what he had to say, demanding that she listen to him, and agree with him at the end.
Without saying anything, he observed her as if he were seeing her for the first time, turning his gaze towards her bedroom, the door of which was surrounded by several symbols used to repel dreams and nightmares. Y/N expected this to make him angry. He had already not liked her touching his domain when they first met.
"I thought you followed my sister into the sunless lands…" he whispered, looking down. "I no longer felt your presence in the Dreaming. I didn't think you were running away from me. It didn't seem to me that I gave you reasons to run away."
“I wasn’t sure you’d be happy to see me again.”
"I have waited a long time for the day when I would have the joy of seeing your sweet face again. It never came, but I am the one responsible for it. You were right about Hob Gadling, You were right about many things but I didn't listen, and I lost you. It was one of my greatest regrets."
“Why are you talking like that ?” Y/N asked as she approached, their hands almost touching.
"Mikri magissa, so much has happened. I am at a crossroads, with a big decision to make. I admit to being afraid, and you give me courage."
“Maybe I can help you ?”
"Even if you could, I wouldn't ask you. The search for my little sister is dangerous, a lot of blood has been shed since we left in search of our brother and I couldn't bear to see it happen to you. I had agreed to help her to see someone again, without understanding that it was you I secretly wanted to see, and now I must find a way to console my sister, disappointed by my lack of investment. But the only way we have left is one that I dare not name."
Y/N had briefly met Morpheus' family, including Destruction and Delirium.
The prodigal had spoken to her little before his retirement, but he had seemed tired, reaching the limits of his functions and no longer seeing the point of remaining with all the inventions of mortals and immortals which fulfilled his role perfectly without he needs to intervene. His siblings did not understand his decision.
One of the most affected by his departure had been Delirum, very close to his brother, who would have given anything for a family reunion.
"If this means your downfall, I can't believe Delirium would ask such a thing of you." Y/N said indignantly, not daring to come any closer. “There must be something else.”
"I don't think my younger sister is aware of what she's asking of me, nor do I think it's possible for me to go any other way without putting someone else in danger. I just came to see you, and thank you for what you did for Jessamy, and for the dreamers during my absence. I hadn't seen all these acts of kindness. But maybe it's you who didn't want to see me again. Not with my behavior. Oh, mágos mou… I so wanted to be better for you, but I could only change by going through all these trials, and for that I had to lose you."
It felt like goodbye, and Y/N didn’t like it. By definition, the Endless had no end, at least not while there was life in the universe. Without thinking, she placed her hand on Dream's cheek. He usually hated it, being touched, especially without permission, but he closed his eyes with a happy sigh, pressing his skin against hers.
Asking him if he was okay seemed stupid, but the question left her lips, and when his eyes opened again, they had a strange glow. He muttered that no one had asked him that question since his release. It was almost years ago. In truth, no one had asked him that question, even before he was captured.
Like he said, it could be because he had changed, and he didn't really deserve to be asked if he was okay before. And now that he was making an effort, that he was understanding, that he was improving, it was too late.
"I'll find a way. I'll talk to your sister."
“Delirium has always loved you.” he sighed. "My whole family, I think. I never noticed that our relationship is the only one that Desire hasn't tried to sabotage. But maybe they knew that I would sabotage it on my own."
“Let me talk to her.”
Much to Morpheus' surprise, his younger sister listened to Y/N. She even seemed to become Delight again for a moment, as the witch promised to find Destruction, even if it would take time. She just had to be patient, but also accept that it was possible that their brother didn't want to be found.
It was his decision to leave, as it was her decision to change, and Dream's decision to stay the same. But if she asked him to continue their quest, horrible things could happen, and she might lose another member of her family.
"… Okay. But you promise to look ?"
“I swear on our mother’s first ledger.”
"Several people have died trying to help us, Delirium… It's not safe to…"
"Oh, shut up. You'll be with her to protect her, you didn't care about the others. You're probably happy that Y/N came back. I'm happy too, she's nice, you two were good together. If you find our brother, then everything will be perfect."
Several spells, formulas and sacrifices were necessary to find the trail of the Prodigal, or Destruction took pity on them by inviting them to join him, but they talked, and as Y/N had predicted, he did not wish to return, but he entrusted them with a dog to give to his little sister.
Before disappearing between the stars, he took his big brother by the hand, walking together near the cliff, and whispering something to him.
"What did he say ?" Y/N couldn’t help but ask.
"He told me not to make the same mistakes and to think about myself for once. Not about my position, not about my kingdom, about nothing but me, and about you. O mágos mou, it's been a long time, but if you…"
The kiss cut him off in the middle of his question, time seemed to stop, and it was as if they had never left each other.
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Discover Paradise in Naxos: Mikri Vigla from Above
Soaring above the crystal-clear waters and golden sands of Mikri Vigla Beach, you’ll understand why Naxos is a hidden gem of the Cyclades.
Whether you're into windsurfing, kitesurfing, or just soaking in the sun with a view like this — this is the place to be.
Just 20 minutes from Naxos Town, Mikri Vigla is where adventure meets serenity. Come for the view, stay for the magic.
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I LOVE YOU AND I GOT TO STAY GOME BC IM SICK
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the car is going to...SISIMPUR?!
Tried to do a humanized Tuktuki, she's like that character that I kinda hate but I can't help it she's so pretty but I feel bad for Ikri (#1 Ikri Mikri apologist, she didn't do anything wrong, Tuktuki just exaggerates it)
#my art#kylo's art#sisimpur#sesame street#muppets#tuktuki#bangladesh#desi#my designs#gijinka#humanization#children#childhood shows#childhood#kids#international sesame street
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