#tom sturridge drabble

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Tom Sturridge x Girlfriend!Reader

summary: A short sweet moment between Tom and his girlfriend YN at his autograph booth at Comic Con

word count: smth along 1.4k

warnings: none, pure tooth rotting fluff, mentioning of reader being shorter than Tom

author’s note: I met Tom this weekend and had this idea the second I returned to my hotel room last night 🥺❤️ Just ignore it, but I had to write this down.

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The internet—especially Twitter—desperately tried to figure out if Tom’s girlfriend would be with him during the German Comic Con, mostly because someone started to spread the rumors of sightings of YN at the New Yorker Comic Con as well as the Dallas Fan Festival. But none of the fans actually saw her, so the rumor that YN was seen in Germany spread like wildfire on social media. On the first day of Comic Con, Twitter was flooded by tweets looking for the still kinda mysterious woman because barely anything was known about her.

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thesandmanforever Did someone see YN already??

user1 please, for the love of god, tell us poor unfortunate souls about YN if you happen to see her 😭

tomsturridgedaily Gonna keep my eyes and ears open for YN

user2 oh my… I THINK I SAW YN AT THE COSPLAY AREA

tomandyn YN stood right in front of me in the line for bubble tea 😱

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Tom just sent another of his lovely fans off after he had signed a deluxe edition of The Sandman—the same one he had standing on his shelve at home—and wanted to greet the next one with a smile, as movements behind him distracted the man from the people in front of him. Slightly, he turned in his seat to check if everything was alright back where his convention assistant stood, who helped him stick to his schedule, but was taken by surprise at the sight of a very familiar and very loved face.

YN had stuck her head from behind the dividers, her face glowing, her eyes shining, and her lips forming into a wide smile. “Hey, handsome,” she greeted him with her signature soft voice he still fell head over heels with every single day all over again. “Hello, love.” She thanked the dark-haired assistant silently as he let her pass to get to Tom at his table. She grinned and looked from him to his waiting fans, gently waving in their direction. Instantly, YN received wide smiles, eager faces, and waves in return, accompanied by a handful of shy Hey, YN greetings. “I’m almost already gone again and will let him dedicate his attention back to you, guys. I only need one second if that’s alright with you?” She felt like intruding, but she wanted to check up on him, see if he needed anything she could get for him, and gladly, everyone in front of them nodded heavily.

YN didn’t even mind the phone cameras sneakily directed at them and their interaction.

And with that, she turned back to Tom, who stared up at her with a tender smile on his beautiful face. The woman couldn’t stop her hands from cradling his jaw and caressing through the mop of dark unruly hair after she had put down the steaming hot to-go cup she had brought with her. “Brought you some tea, love. Thought you could use a cup, and I got you—” YN let go of him to rummage through the black tote bag she carried on her right shoulder and conjured a bag of snacks out of there. “—some snacks. There is this stall in one of the other halls which sells dried fruits and nuts, so I got you something from there, and I also got you a little something from the bakery I went to before I drove here.” The bag found its new spot in his hands, and the man continued to stare up at her, entirely in awe of how she took care of him even though she wasn’t obliged to do so. His love for this woman continued to grow every day, but today, it reached a new all-time high.

Never in his life had he felt this loved and cherished, and he adored how they both took care of one another. And YN was a strong side and pillar to lean against during the last couple of weeks, always holding up with his busy schedule, always being there and traveling with him. But Tom knew how happy she’d be as soon as they headed home on Sunday night—just as happy as he would be. He loved to see all his fans, especially after the whole covid situation where conventions like this weren’t even thinkable, but after so many weeks, he craved the comfort and quietness of their shared home.

Blinking up at her, Tom showed another small smile. “You didn’t have to…—” was all he could push out before a finger found his lips and silenced him immediately. YN softly grinned at him and pressed an even softer kiss to his forehead. “Please, don’t be silly. I told you I would pop in here and there to check up on you and bring you some treats. But I gonna leave now, yeah? Let you get back to all those lovely people.” He really didn’t want to let her go just yet but knew that it was the most responsible thing. He would have her for the rest of his life, after all. So he nodded but raised from his chair to hold her for a second. The man didn’t even see the many phones pointed at them, didn’t even hear the voice from the other table shouting something about photos in German.

YN smiled up at him, now smaller than him, and let her arms wrap around his slim waist while his arms rested around her shoulders. “What are you up to now? Any appointments?” He wiggled sillily with his dark brows because he knew of all the many tickets in her tote, even though she believed to be as sneaky as possible about it, and made the woman laugh snortingly. “Well, y’know? Jus’ some hot dates with some people. Sandwiched between Ian Somerhalder and Paul Wesley, for example.” Now it was YN’s turn to wiggle her eyebrows and make Tom laugh softly under his breath. “I knew it,” he teased her, and the woman only grinned. “But seriously, I only have a couple of tickets for some photos, and I wanted to check out the artist alley upstairs. I will be back sooner than you think.”

After all, she only was a writer and author of steaming hot romance novels and poems about every aspect of life, and to see her longtime silly crushes? That was an opportunity she couldn’t let pass, even though she knew some of them personally, like Charlie and Elden, but she loved to surprise them.

Tom nodded at that and pressed a kiss to her temple, not daring to kiss her in front of all those people. However, he really wanted to because she was just this pretty in her comfortable convention outfit, consisting of some denim jeans and her favorite hoodie—which was actually his hoodie. “I hope you have fun, darling, and don’t forget to drink enough, ‘promise?” YN cooed lowly, cupped his cheek, and kissed the corner of his mouth before smiling up at him. “Of course, love. Don’t forget your tea. If you need anything else, just send me a text.” And with that, they parted from each other, and YN walked smiling along the line of waiting people before one of them almost shouted: “We love you, YN!”

With blushing cheeks, the woman waved lightly, feeling her heartbeat fasten, and disappeared between the other waiting people.

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hourlytomsturridge I witnessed Tom and YN, and I never felt so single in my life

TomIsSandman YN brought Tom some snacks and something hot to drink to his autograph booth, and I think I will never see something sweeter.

tomsturridgedaily I want what Tom and YN have.

user1 YN is the sweetest human being on earth. Not only does she deeply care for Tom and take care of him, no. She also supported so many artists up at the artist alley, and I think I saw Tom and her later on, and he carried a lot of stuff. I guess that was her loot for today :D

user2 YN LN bought almost all my stickers and was like “I love stickers so much, literally every device case is plastered with stickers, and i can bring some for my two best friends because they’re Animal Crossing addicts like me” 🥺❤️

tomandyn I met YN twice today, and during the second time, we sat there, drank our bubble tea, and then she casually told me that she would be attending as Scarlet Witch tomorrow because she’s one of her favorite Marvel characters. This woman is not only a writing goddess of exceptionally wonderful romance and smut, but she is also a cosplayer. I envy Tom 🤯

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Yeah, I don’t know what I did here, but I had to, bye 👉🏻👈🏻❤️ As usual: Comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated

P.S. Tom is the world’s greatest hugger. His hugs are ✨chefskiss✨

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Drabble No. 11

Summary: His lips twitched, before he pressed them into a thin line, his jaw tense. He looked at the collar before he took it off you with ease. As if it was nothing. “Who did this to you?” he asked and you closed your eyes.

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x Siren Reader

Wordcount: 774

Warnings: angst, implied abuse, captured reader, curses, apparently soulmates, fluff, protective Dream

A/N: Do I know anything about Sirens? No. Does it stop me? Also no.

Drabble Masterlist

You were exhausted. So exhausted you could sleep for days. If you could sleep.

At least they allowed you a bed now. For “good services” you’ve done for them. 

Not that you had another choice.

Everything hurt. 

Your jaw was aching from the gag that they put on you as soon as they got what they wanted. 

Which was another way to mock you. 

You weren’t able to use your voice, the collar they had put on you somehow blocking your gift. Your power. 

You closed your eyes, a tear running down your cheek as you took a deep breath. 

You just needed to dream. 

Just one little dream. 

To dream and somehow enter his realm and hope that he would find you. 

Because he had to. 

You hope he missed you as much as you missed him. 

And three hundred years of being a captive had to come to an end. 

“Siren,” you blinked your eyes open, finding yourself being watched.

You looked around, finding yourself sitting on a beach. A beach you remembered. The beach you grew up on. 

“Siren,” you looked towards the water, a smile sneaking to your face. 

“You look just the same,” you smiled towards the mermaid swimming in the water. 

“It’s been a while since you’ve been here,” it said and you blinked your eyes. 

You were talking. You were dreaming. You were… You took a deep breath. 

“I know. I missed it. I missed this… I missed…” you smiled sadly and turned your head, shaking it. 

“I can’t talk. I can’t sing. I can’t call for…” you looked at the mermaid again. 

“Tell him? If you can? I still don’t know how it works but…. He’s… He needs to know I just didn’t disappear. He…”

You jerked awake, blinking your eyes open, the sunlight burning in your eyes. 

You… slept?

You dreamed.

You really dreamed. Whatever they did to you when they captured you had stopped you from sleeping and therefore dreaming for over three hundred years. 

“I couldn’t find you,” you turned your head to the side, tears filling your eyes as you saw him standing in the corner of your room. 

He looked like not a day had passed.

“I looked for you,” he slowly walked towards you as you sat yourself up. 

“For 227 years…” he continued and you tilted your head to the side. He knelt down in front of you. 

“And for every day I’ve been captured I wondered…” his fingers slowly reached for the gag in your mouth, snapping the lock behind your neck with ease, pulling it away from your face. 

You released a shuddering breath as your jaw relaxed and the gag fell to the ground. 

Fingertips ran over your jaw, until your face was tilted up, his eyes finding yours. 

He carefully brushed your tears away and you gave him a small smile. 

His lips twitched, before he pressed them into a thin line, his jaw tense. He looked at the collar before he took it off you with ease. As if it was nothing. 

“Who did this to you?” he asked and you closed your eyes. 

You were unused to using your voice. Having only been allowed to speak or sing whenever your capturers let you, threatening to kill your sister if you say as much as a word out of line, abusing you in ways you did not wish to your worst enemy. 

“They’re called the brotherhood of the light,” you whispered. 

“They were waiting for me when I got back from…” you closed your eyes again, feeling his other hand on top of yours. 

“I don’t know what they did but I haven’t slept or dreamed until yesterday. Something… Something was different yesterday. The man yesterday was…” you shook your head. 

“I could only sing when these men were around. They cursed me. They have my sister. They…” you whimpered.

“I will make sure they regret they took you from me,” he said as he got up. He snapped the chains around your wrists, before he carefully helped you up. 

“But first I will take you somewhere safe,” he said quietly, leaning in closer. 

“I missed you,” you whispered, allowing yourself to let your head fall against his shoulder. 

He didn’t say anything, pulling his arm around you before he reached for the little bag of sand. 

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. 

“You will sing again,” he promised, whispering against your ear.

“What will you do?” you asked as you looked up at him. 

“Teach them to not come in the way of soulmates,” he hummed before he took you away.

[fantasyqueen502]

Jessamy

Summary: An idea I had inspired from a scene in the Sandman Graphic Novel of Abel telling a story if Death and Dream where little kids. How Dream met Jessamy drabble. (And I’m a bird lover and fell in love with Jessamy and Matthew.)

Rated: PG-13

Mentions of Blood and death.

Young Death furrows her brows, but groans as realization washes over her face. Turning on her heel to face the young boy who was acting as her shadow. Thin and Lanky, skin the color of printer paper with a mop of unruly shock black hair. His clothes swallowed him whole. Bagging pants that covered his shoes, long sleeved sweater that swallowed his hands all black.

"Morpheus, don’t you have a job to do." She reminds. "Shoo!" She flails about the black birds fluttering and landing around her unbothered. One lands on her head. Tail feather wagged in front of her nose. "You're a bold one." Extending her arm, coaxing the bird to perch on her forearm. "Death’s right hand, but that's a crock of shit now innit." She huffs stomping a foot at a few at her feet. The birds don't flinch. Just tilted their heads to inspect her boots.

"They always follow you." Dream reasons.

"Only when it's inconvenient!" She shouts. "They're very intelligent creatures. Problem saving, facial recognition…" Death rattled off knowing about every living thing she couldn’t help it. One raven with white plumage on its chest giving it a look of wearing a vest. The bird eyes him with interest. It caws looking right at him.

"M-Morpheus." He introduces sheepishly. The bird fluffs its feathers giving three caws. "Jessamy." He repeats, giving a laugh quickly clamping a hand over his mouth looking to his sister who unfortunately caught his show of joy.

Eyes watered with rage as he watched Burgess’ men mop up the blood of his beloved friend. Pieces of feathers black clumps instead of its usual pristineness. He remembered how soft she was, how she swooped and flew beside him without sound. Extended mops smear the red around the glass to pink streaks.

He could bear it no longer. If he stared a second longer he would surely turn feral. His fists itched to punch at the glass knowing his bones brittle with time would surely break. To scream to the top of his lungs, but he'd rather die than allow Burgess to see he had broken him. He glared at the man who dared to step close enough to wipe his prison properly.

He shudders. "Those eyes." The man shudders.

"Just don't look at him." his colleague scoffs.

Morpheus returned to his place in the center of his prison. Knees pulled under his chin. Closing his eyes, letting the final tear fall.

[thorin-is-a-cuddler]

Help?

A/N: Delirium has left Dream a gift, before leaving after a visit to his realm. Let’s say it captivates Dream more than he expected. He’s just happy when Lucienne finds him… Vivienne Acheampong mentioned in an interview that Lucienne loves Dream and ever since I can’t stop thinking about their awesome sweet dynamic. ;__; They are like a little Dream world family. Anyway, this is slightlx stupid. But I needed to try writing a smol tickle scenario. This doesn’t work so easily for The Sandman actually, because God forbid the OOC potential. But I like how this turned out. Expect lots of banter. ^^

It was unusual. Even for a being of the Endless who had just been absent for a whole century, Dream didn’t usually tend to stay out of his throne room for quite so long.

Sure, he had just had a visit from his younger sister. But Delirium had left hours ago and Lucienne had expected to find her Master slumped on his big seat in the ivory halls, a hand over his eyes and a trace of glitter in his hair. Visits from Delirium tended to wary Dream. While her very outgoing and expressive persona enjoyed the dear affection of her brother, he did not at all know how to deal with it.

The tea cup clinked on the tray Lucienne had meant to carry to him to soothe his nerves, the sympathetic smile already in place. It was quickly replaced by an expression of wonder at finding him gone. She had waited several minutes, had called out to him, had gone back to the library to search him there.

After returning to the throne room and still finding no trace of him, Lucienne had felt a slight panic well up inside of her. Of course, all her senses had begged her to consider that he did most likely not get summoned into a cage of glass by human monsters again. He wouldn’t stay gone for another hundred years. He must have simply gone out. Yes, that must have been it.

Lucienne sighed deeply to calm her racing heartbeat and put the tray with the tea on his throne. Kindly, she asked the can to not get cold before her master had had at least one cup. Then she crossed her arms behind her back and was about to return to the library, telling herself over and over again that Dream was fine. When she heard it. It was very weak, very quiet, more like a breeze against the back of her neck. She froze in her tracks and turned around.

A small voice called her name. It wasn’t too far away. She knew she had to go to the gallery without being quite sure how she was able to tell. Morpheus must have somehow managed to reach out to her, he was leading her to him. Which meant that he was in trouble.

Lucienne started running.

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At reaching the gallery entrance, Lucienne was already gasping for breath. She was a librarian and part-time Dream Lord, not a bloody Dreamer, fleeing from nightmares by racing down the halls of the Palace. Trying to calm her breaths, she put her hand on her chest and meant to enter into the anti-chamber of Dream’s welcoming room.

The gallery offered the means to travel to the realms of all seven siblings. It was here that Delirium had arrived and here that Dream had taken her eventually to make her leave again. For some reason, he hadn’t since left the chamber.

Lucienne’s heartbeat kept on hammering, not only due to the physical exertion. She was frankly terrified of what she would find when entering the room. Then the galloping beat skipped for a moment when she saw the slimy substance on the floor. Blue and glittering and moving slightly, it was sprawling across the floor in a serpent like manner.

Lucienne gasped, stepped over it and started searching the room for Morpheus immediately. « My Lord?? »

The usually dark gallery that mostly consisted of pillars, was blinking and glowing. Blue, violet, green and pink tentacles of slime were covering the walls, pulsating and twitching ever so slightly. It was terrifying and disturbing for anyone who didn’t go under the name of … Delirium. The adrenaline in Lucienne’s veins slowed in its stream. Oh. She could have guessed so. Another one of Delirium’s gifts then. Well, the last crazy gift had been handed to Dream over a century ago. Of course, it hadn’t been the first thing on Lucienne’s mind at seeing the disaster in the gallery.

All thought of relief washed away when her eyes eventually landed on Dream. Relief didn’t suffice to name the feeling spreading in Lucienne’s chest after that discovery. She knew her face went blank instantly, but her lips were twitching terribly and her breath came out slightly hitched. Don’t laugh. Don’t laugh. She chanted those two words in her head, when Morpheus’ eyes found her, misery and distress dripping from his gaze.

« Lucienne. » He winced in greeting. His voice was small and embarrassed and defeated and Lucienne did feel sorry for him, truly, she did. But the King of the Nightmare Realm, the Lord of Dreams was hanging on the wall in a weird angle, his arms pinned next to his head with glowing, colorful lianas holding him in place and his miserable face was absolutely priceless.

« My Lord. » Lucienne managed to say, bowing slightly, her arms behind her back. « I see your sister had… a little surprise for you. »

« So she did. » Dream answered and swallowed. A short silence followed in which Lucienne tried to control the urge to smile and Dream tried to avoid looking directly at her.

« Lucienne? »

She bit her lips in the most concealed way possible. « Yes, Mylord? »

« Help. »

« Yes, Mylord. »

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« Admission to speak freely, Sir. »

Dream eyed her warily, his white face looking even more inhuman than it usually did with the blue and green lights from the slime arms shimmering on it. Lucienne suppressed yet another grin, as she continued to methodically remove the tentacles from her Master’s body.

« Not too freely, of course » A small smile did slip on her features when he narrowed his eyes at her after that comment. « I only mean to say that I am relieved. It may appear unjust to you in your current… state. »

Dream narrowed his eyes even more.

« But I had expected far worse than this, when I felt your call of distress. » She tilted her head slightly, tearing at an especially resistant slime arm that was clinging to Dream’s elbow. He was obviously uncomfortable and she hoped the light conversation might distract him a little. « After everything that has happened to you already, I was terrified to say the least. » His dark eyes managed to look at her openly for a moment, the embarrassment making room for a bit of sympathy. She smiled sadly at him, before managing to force the glowing snakelike thing off of his black attire. « I am simply relieved that all I found upon entering in here was- »

A very traitorous chuckly hiccup interrupted her and Lucienne quickly pressed her lips together, her eyes widening in shock. Immediately she focussed on the next liana on Dream’s body, tightly wrapped around his forearm. Oh no. Why did this have to be so funny?

She could feel Dream’s eyes on her and tried to appear very busy, very engaged in battle with the crazy tentacle bomb Delirium had left her brother with.

But the grin fought for more room on her face, when Morpheus spoke again, a smile audible in his voice as well - though to call it amused wasn’t exactly true. It seemed more like a shocked smile, a surprised and slightly offended smile.

« Lucienne, are you - laughing - at me? » His eyebrows raised, he tried to crane his neck, to look her directly in the face, despite one small tentacle that was stretched over his throat and chin.

« No!! Mylord, I would- I would never! » She coughed out, the little chuckles harder and harder to conceal. « I’m- I’m sorry, it’s just- »

« Yes? It is just what? » He challenged, his own incredulous smile staying in place. A small part of Lucienne was delighted to see this expression on her King’s face and she noticed herself thinking oh is this how we’re doing it? She did truly not mean to go too far, but Dream of the Endless was rarely offended into smiling. She had to continue just a little longer. She loved him after all. And she was happy when he had a reason to smile - even if it was out of disbelief.

« It’s just, Mylord, that I am deeply sorry for any discomfort I may be causing in the process of your liberation from this fearsome threat. I’m- I’m merely trying to conceal my tears with a smile. »

Lucienne was thrilled when she saw Dream’s curled lips open into an even more offended expression than before. A quiet huff was followed by a very speechless « Humph. » Her Master averted his gaze again, but there was a small trace of amusement on his countenance still. Lucienne smirked openly. « If I may be so bold, Mylord- »

« Ah? » His eyebrows moved up, a twinkle in his eyes.

Moving to a tentacle that was wrapped around Dream’s ribcage, Lucienne continued lightly: « Your sister did most likely only fulfill the duties of her true nature, when she offered you a gift like this. »

Expectantly, Morpheus’ gaze remained on her face. She moved her fingers down the glowing sling around Dream’s ribs and tried to get a good grip on it, unaware of the way he suddenly tensed up under her touch.

Isn’t it possible that Delirium first and foremost tried to delight you with her present? »

« C-Careful, Lucienne! » Dream suddenly hissed out, his arms jerking in the captive grip of the colorful snakes. Surprised Lucienne raised her brows and looked at him. He appeared even more distressed than he had before their little banter.

Worry immediately washed over her and she looked back at her hands. Her fingers were currently trying to force a liana away from Dream’s left ribcage, the pressure of the fingertips apparently causing a reaction from him. She felt awful immediately.

« Oh no! Are you hurt, Mylord? I am so deeply sorry for my amusement. I did not conceive you were in actual pain! Did these tentacles damage anything? » She started prodding at Dream’s ribs and felt the bad conscience rise within her, when he yelled loudly at the touch.

« DON’T! » He barked, the vivid twinkle in his eye intensifying even more. « Lucienne, wait, wait, wait, please- »

His slightly bent posture and choice of words, the obviously distressed expression of almost anguish on his face were enough for Lucienne to use a different voice on him. That happened mostly when she was worried out of her mind and he didn’t seem to wish for her concern.

« Mylord! We need to know the extent of damage done to your physical form or I could make it worse. » She was close to livid, when he howled again at her fingers making contact with his ribcage, his head thrown back against the wall and his teeth digging into his bottom-lip. She didn’t mean to hurt him, but she had to find the problem.

« I am so terribly sorry for the discomfort, Sir. But I cannot feel a broken bone, nor- »

« Lucienne. I’m bEGginG yOU! GET your hAND OHOFF! »

Frozen in her tracks, Lucienne did as she was told. She stared at him, silently, as he tried not to gasp for air too much. The corners of his lips were still turned up slightly, the twinkle in his eyes was one of mirth. He had begged her to stop. Not because it was painful… Slowly the pieces were falling together. Of course. Oh dear. Oh dear, dear, dear!

This entire scenario reached, for Lucienne, a whole new level of amusement. Never would she have expected to find out anything about Dream that managed to surpass the hilarity of him stuck to a wall with glowing light sticks. But here they were and she was now in possession of the knowledge that the Dreamlord was ticklish.

After several more moments of Dream breathing unnecessarily and Lucienne observing him innocently while doing so, they seemed to come to the agreement of this-never-happened which they both agreed to merely by staring at each other.

Lucienne raised her eyebrows and got back to work on the tentacle removal in silence for a while. She was extra careful now. Despite holding all the power and all the advantages of the situation, she did, in no way, wish to ridicule him too much. Still. She felt very comfortable with the silence, while the Lord of embarrassment- er dreams didn’t seem to stop being fidgety and nervous under her working hands. It was quite adorable, actually.

« Lucienne. » He eventually croaked out, his face a white paper with the words I HATE MY EXISTENCE written on it. Her grin was small enough to prevent any exclamation marks from appearing behind them. « I suppose your theory about Delirium’s present of delight was false after all. »

Chuckling gently, Lucienne removed two more lianas. Suddenly they were much easier to get rid of. « I’m not sure, Mylord. I think the amount of delight you expressed satisfied these things. »

Dream furrowed his brows, only to raise them in awe when Lucienne managed to remove the remaining light arms from his body in seconds. Freed, he landed on his feet and shook out his arms. Warily he looked back at the network of lights and colors that started to shrink from the walls now, folding back in on itself until it was nothing more but a little glowing package on the floor.

« It seems advisable never to open a gift from your sister again, Mylord. » Lucienne mused, stepping next to him, raising a brow when the Dreamlord twitched slightly next to her.

« Yes. I suppose. » Turning his head towards her, he narrowed his eyes. It was a question and yet again, a challenge.

Ever so slightly, Lucienne allowed herself another grin. « If your sisters wish so dearly to delight you, I figure there are other methods that may promise more successful. »

With a gentle nod that was essentially the answer to his unasked question - of course, she wouldn’t tell anyone about this - she turned around to leave for the library again. When she looked back at him over her shoulder, he was looking after her with a smile of his own. Delirium’s present had succeeded in its purpose after all.

And if Lucienne ever did allow herself a poke to his ribcage again, it was only when no one else was around and only to startle him. Or to cheer him up. Or to simply get him to narrow his eyes at her in that rather adorable defiant manner.

[suckerforfantasy]

Hello, I am currently very bored and wouldn't mind to write something requested. Ask anything, fluff, smut, angst I write it.

Current fandoms I can write for are:

The Sandman (Netflix)

Moon Knight or MCU in general

Criminal Minds

Harry Potter (Marauders era)

Maze Runner

Good Omens

Shadow and Bone

Six of Crows

Hawaii Five - O

Wednesday (Netflix)

Young Royals (Netflix)

Dead Poets Scociety

Actors:

Marvel Actors

Tom Sturridge

Cillian Murphy

Henry Cavill

Edvin Ryding

But I can also write for anyone I haven't mentioned here, just ask. OC or Y/N story are also offered.

I want to start writing more and I would appreciate any support or ideas I get from you.

Lot's of Love,

~suckerforfantasy

[juxtaposeddreamer]

Can someone please write Jake from Sweetbitter fanfic???? I need more of Tom Sturridge other characters x reader fanfic! Like not just a Drabble or one shot but like full on fanfic multichapter experience. But I’ll settle for a 10k plus word sweetbitter!Jake x reader fanfic! Pretty please 🥺

[aimmyarrowshigh]

7. What’s a troupe you love to write?* I think the meme means Trope but I'll accept a poly ship too since that feels like a troupe lol

HAHA, I didn't notice that typo when I reblogged it, but that's hilarious. I saw in a different post the other day that someone made the same mistake! I wonder if it's an autocorrect thing or if it's like waist/waste where people just... ::shrugs dramatically:: Either way, hilarious. I love it.

A TROPE that I love to write is -- and I'm going to say it counts as a trope because it has an AO3 tag -- "Food as a metaphor for love." Have I ever written a piece longer than a drabble in which characters did anything other than cook together as their mode of falling in love? No. Have I also written many drabbles of this exact thing? Yes. Food IS a metaphor for love. Nourish the body, nourish the soul. Take the time to peel the orange and take off all the white strings. Put extra effort into folding the dumplings prettily. Call someone's mom and ask for their favorite pasta sauce when they were five. Learn how to make chicken wrapped in parma ham and stuffed with mozzarella. Float a pear across the dining table. Save the last piece of penny-candy and give someone the bigger half. Carefully fold a meringue for their favorite chocolate cake. Try oysters together because they're aphrodisiacs and then together decide, no thank you, and laugh and laugh. Let them teach you about their family and their culture and their heart by helping them with the soup. Cuddle together and share cocoa. Food is a metaphor for love.

A TROUPE aka poly ship that I love to write -- I think my favorite has been Kes/Cassian/Shara because I love niche characters who never speak and then die, LOL. I also really enjoy Poe/Finn/Rey and Bucky/Steve/Darcy, lately. Obviously I've written A LOT of Harry/Louis/George, and had the best writing-time of my life doing so. I like and write poly ships a lot tbh! I think "polyamory" either is one of my Common AO3 Tags or it's almost up there, usage-wise. I write a lot of poly. Even way back on LiveJournal, I wrote a lot of Robert Pattinson/Kristen Stewart/Tom Sturridge. I rarely write poly in the context of "the canon has this love triangle: solution is poly," though? I don't think I've ever reacted to a canon love triangle by writing poly for more than like, one drabble of a multi-pairing challenge, because I know I've written Xander/Cassia/Ky but only once, and Percy/Annabeth/Rachel/Nico but I left it unfinished because I am me. But yeah, I'd definitely be stoked to get more Bucky/Darcy/Steve drabble requests!

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