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[ask-dream-and-little-night]

ASKS OPEN

set in the multiverse. Nightmare was turned young once more, so Dream and the star sanses (+frisk) have taken the role of caretakers! I don’t wanna spoil anything else, though… ;3

almost every sans AU and even other types of characters are available to be asked!

Most asks will be answered! Don’t be afraid to pop in and even just say hi to them! Nighty seems a little shy, though…

[helloliriels]

For the title prompt: in the quiet of the moonlight

In The Quiet Of The Moonlight

Sherlock knocked on the door,

He knocked and knocked ...

Banging at one moment and shouting, when he thought he had heard a voice inside. The moon his only companion in the blackness of the wastelands he had just traveled through to reach this dilapidated mansion.

He knew they were there. He knew they were listening.

He knew they wouldn't answer.

It was hopeless.

When John had disappeared... dissolved into starlight at his touch, his kiss ... he knew he would have to move heaven and earth to find him again.

He just hasn't bargained,

On having to convince hell as well.

In the silence that descended upon the still star-less night, he banged his fist against the splintering wood resting his forehead there a moment. Sweating. Restless. And exhausted.

He felt a trickle of blood, hot and sticky run down from above his eyebrow and onto the tip of his nose ... and didn't care. He didn't care. He couldn't care anymore ... not if he could not get past this last hurdle to finding John Watson again.

It was over.

His mission a failure.

He would never again hold John in his arms.

He had only had one night. One chance. One kiss.

(continued under cut)

As he turned to leave, he wiped at his forehead. Lifting his sleeve to wipe the stain from the door. It was enough that they had ignored him. The last thing he needed was to offend them as well ...

But the blood was already disappearing ... seeping in through the cracks to answer a siren's call, Sherlock was not sure he now wanted answered ...

Sherlock took a step back.

Two.

Hand shaking as the handle on the door shook. Twisted. Turned. And the door began to creak slowly open ...

He took another step back. His horse rearing in the blackness and with a frightened neigh, running wildly off!

Sherlock swallowed.

This was it!

He closed his eyes picturing the lost look on John's face before he had disappeared and remembered his promise for the 364th time. One more day. One more trial.

"I'm coming, John."

He answered the hollow cavern that greeted him.

A gaping maw - that open door ...

Who knew what lay on the other side?

"Wait for me."

He stepped inside.

***

Ty for the ask!!! 😄✌️💕

[helloliriels]

Tell me about Six Impossible Things :-)

:D gladly! (pet project of mine, may end up with several iterations)

Sherlock has kept notes since he was a child, lists each morning of 'Six Impossible Things' to get his brilliant brain thinking ...

But at some point (Teen) he quit. Upset that he could not find the real things he wanted in life. 'Normal' things became 'Impossible' things ... and he became disillusioned with it all ...

John finds the notes. Finds the 'Impossibles' and decides to make it his personal mission to get Sherlock back into the carefree habit!

(not realizing ofc, that he has fullfilled all of the things that had driven Sherlock from believing in the first place. Love, Friendship, Companionship, Shared Work, Shared Intelligence, Shared Space)

a heavy dose of angst and fluff i hope i can deliver the way i picture it

Maybe John is the dragonslayer in this fairytale after all.

(based on this ask list, haha)