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[hasello]

tw: blood

Who’s the faker now?

BONUS - Eggman’s personal notes

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[lizadoodlez]

I don't have any time to do the process of the comic so I gave the bonus part of the comic instead

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[sosick-of-me]

Snow falling

Dean Forster x FemReader! Hand holding, mentions of ex relationship, jealousy, admiring, first kiss, friends to lovers, bad talking Rory (Sorry not sorry) mentions of Dean wanting a girl to be like a house wife and Reader kinda likes the idea

Summary: What happens when reader sees Dean after they almost kissed but he doesn’t notice her because he’s watching someone else.

Main & Previous & Next

a/n: So I will admit the part of the reader kinda liking the idea of being a housewife, may not be what y’all want but I kinda like the idea for this paring. Also do we want smut in this series…?

(Unedited)

It’s been a week since you and Dean almost kissed, you had to admit you wanted him to kiss you but on the other hand a part of you knew it was wrong because you barely know him.

Plus it would be your first kiss and your mother would also probably disown you but that’s not the point.

The point is you are starting to like Dean and you know has much as you wanted him to kiss you, you need to know more about him, like his last name, his birthday, how old he is, just the basic things.

You can still remember going home that day and rushing upstairs, past your mom to your room. Your mother wasn’t happy about that and you ended up getting yelled at for it later but she won’t let you forget it, even a week later.

Especially today because she just kept taking about it and ending up getting your father involved with it, so you just told them you were going for a walk.

That was over 20 minutes ago, and you were heading home, well that’s what you kept telling yourself as you walk down the snow covered sidewalk around town, until you finally looked up and you saw Dean for the first time since when y’all almost kissed.

He was just standing there, his hands in the pockets of his winter jacket, his nose was red, his hair messy, and his eyes teary?

You were confused and concerned as you walked closer to him and you followed his eyes across the street into Luke’s diner where in the window a boy with dark hair, curly hair and a girl with brown straight hair sat laughing with each other.

You stepped close to Dean, and he must of heard you because he looks over at you with teary eyes, “Hey hey what’s wrong?” You ask looking up at him concerned but he just shakes his head as he looks back at the boy and girl and you realize.

“Is that the girl you were talking about in the scrap yard?” You ask looking up at him, taking a step closer to him and he nods slightly and you frown. “Oh… Dean I’m so sorry” you say as you put your hand on his arm and he looks down at your hand and he looks back at you.

“I just don’t understand how fast she moved on…” he mutters out as he sniffles and he tries to wipe his tears away with his left hand, and you immediately reach up wiping his tears with him, “Some people do that, but please don’t cry, she’s not worth it” you say and he shakes his head.

“She is worth it though, I was the asshole when we’re dating” He sniffles out as he continues to cry, you immediately continue wiping his tears away, taking a step closer to him your chest was inches from pushing against him, but you felt jealousy rush through you by his words about her.

“Dean, my first impression about her was that another guy crashed the car you built for her, and she’s already moved onto another guy, so please stop crying… for me…” You mutter the last part and he looks down at you and nods slightly and you wipe the last of his tears away.

“Okay good, you really shouldn’t be watching them, it’s kinda creepy” You say and his eyes go back across the street and you sigh grabbing his right wrist and you start pulling him along with you as you walk down the snow covered sidewalk.

“Woah woah woah, I can walk” He yelps as he walks along side you, and your hand it still on his wrist and he brings in your left hand into his right hand and you blush looking down at y’all interlocked hands and you look up at him.

“What? We can’t hold hands?” He asks looking down at you as y’all walk, and you just a start stumbling over your words “I-I um n-no-“ You stutter out and he looks down at you with his eyebrows raised “No?” He asks and you immediately blush even more.

“No! I mean no! Ugh Yes we can hold hands!” You squeal finally getting the words out and he chuckles and looks down at you smiling with that stupid smile you like.

“Stop laughing at me” you mutter blushing and looking away, and he laughs even more and looks away smiling and you look up at him, seeing his side profile, and he’s just gorgeous, and you’re staring at his side profile as y’all continue walking along side each other, hands still interlocked.

Until he looks at you and notices you staring and calls you out “Are you staring at me?” He asks looking at you and your eyes widens a you shake your head “I-I No!”

You say as your face turns red as you look away and he chuckles “You were staring at me!” He says as he looks at you and you shake your head and he tries to stop you and you squeal and you run away from him down the sidewalk.

He immediately chases after you his long legs catching up to you instantly and his arms wrapping around your waist pulling close to him as you try to escape, you giggle kicking and trying to get away.

“Come on tell me, were you staring at me because you find me attractive?” He asks as he tries to still you in his arms and you gasp “Wow am I really that transparent?” You say as you giggle and roll your eyes “You have a really big ego, you know” you say and he immediately makes you turn and you look up at him, and he looks down at you.

You freeze realizing how close you both are, your hands are pressed against his chest, his arms around your waist, your faces so close and especially your lips being inches away from each others and yours eyes dart to his and he looks down at you.

“Dean…” you whisper and he just looks down at you, his eyes falling down to your lips and then back to your eyes “Yeah…?” He whispers back and you blush looking up at him, “I find you attractive…”

You whisper and you realize what you said and you pull away and walk away from him and you crouch down, wrapping your arms around your legs as you just stay there a blushing mess.

Dean chuckles and walks to you “Come here, you big baby” he mutters as he leans down to stand you up and you frown “You’re gonna get wet from the snow, and you’ll get sick, and I don’t want you getting sick.”

He says as he slides his arms underneath your arms pulling up up to stand up and you frown and turn to face him “You’re adorable, you big baby” He says and you frown, smacking his chest playfully.

“I’m not a big baby!” You squeal and he chuckles and you roll your eyes and you bite your lip because there’s something you want to ask him but you’re too scared too.

“What do you want to ask me?” He asks looking down at you and you look up at him shocked like he can read your mind. “I want to ask what you meant when you said you were the asshole when you were dating that girl…” you whisper looking up at him.

He nods slightly and he interlocks his hand with yours like a few minutes ago, and he starts walking and you trail along side him, “Well, one time I mentioned that when I’m older, I’d want a like housewife because that’s how it is with my family, my mom is kinda like a housewife, and I’ve just been raised like that, so that’s what I want, and she kinda got pissed off about it”

He says and you nod along and you listen and you stop for a second and scoff “Seriously?” you ask looking up at him and he nods slightly looking down at you, and you just shake your head and you continue walking and you blush whispering “I kinda like the idea” and he looks down at you, seeing your blush, and he smiles.

“Really now?” He asks as you nod slightly looking up at him. “I mean it would kinda be nice to take care of someone, like my mom does for my dad because that’s also how I’ve been raised like that as well.” You say smiling as you both make eye contact and he nods slightly down at you.

“Yeah?” He asks looking down at you and you nod slightly “Yeah” you say smiling up at him as you nod and stop walking to turn to face him and he copies you smiling.

You look up at him, admiring his features like his hair, his eyes, his smile, his red nose, when some thing lands on his nose and you realize it’s snow, “It’s snowing.” He mutters smiling “No shit Sherlock”

You whisper and he looks down at you smiling and he rolls his eyes. “Shut up” he whispers and you giggle bitting your lip “Make me” you whisper and he looks down at you, he looks down at your lips and he leans down slightly and you lean up whispering “I’ve never kissed anyone…” and he nods slightly “I understand…” he whispers back.

The distance between both of you is so close and you look up at him and he looks down at you, you both make eye contact and he whispers “Can I?” And you nod “please” you whisper back and he leans closing the gap between your lips and his lips are soft, like you imagined.

The kiss is slow, passionate, sweet and innocent and his hand comes to your cheek and you blush as you kiss back and he pull away resting his forehead against yours “how was it..?” He asks whispering and you just smile “Perfect” you whisper back and he smiles and you giggle, as you realize snow is falling a lot more.

“Let’s get you home” he mutters and you nod slightly as he walks with you and his hand is still intertwined with yours as you walk down the sidewalk to your house.

Your face is still red from the kiss but you look up at him “We just kissed and I don’t know anything about you” you say looking up at him, and he looks down at you “What do you want to know?”

He asks and you blush shrugging “I don’t know, the basics like your last name, what kind of music you like, what are your hobbies, do you read?”

You start rambling and you blush even more looking up at him and he smiles down at you “My last name is Forester, I like Nick Drake, Liz Phair, and The Sugarplastic, I like cars, hockey, I like watching classic movies, and shows, and I really like reading.”

He says smiling down at you and you blush smiling “Okay good, because if you didn’t read, I’d have to walk away from you right now” You says smiling and he gasps “Really you’d walk away after I took your first kiss?” He asks looking at you and you shrug playfully and he smiles, rolling his eyes.

You smile up at him and then you realize your right at your house and you frown and he looks behind him and he nods slightly “Nice house” he says and you look up at him smiling “Thanks, and thank you” you mutter as you blush and he looks down at you.

“For what?” He asks and you look up at him and he shrugs playing around like he doesn’t know and you roll your eyes. “For taking my first kiss.” You say smiling up at him and he smiles leaning down “Can I take your second one?”

And you look up at him and he holds his hands up. “It’s a little early for a second kiss huh?” He asks and you nod slightly smiling as you blush and you look up at him “I better get inside” You say as you step around him and onto your porch steps and he smiles turning around as he looks down at you.

“You probably should before you get sick” he says and you nod slightly and look up at him and he hugs you and you smile as your arms go around his waist and hug back.

Once he pulls back he looks down at you and kisses your forehead and you blush looking up at him “Goodnight, sweetheart” he mutters and you smile “Goodnight you giraffe.”

You mutter as you take a step back onto your porch and you turn around opening your front door and stepping inside and you close it behind you, wiping your shoes onto the mat.

You take off your coat and hang it on the hook and you walk down the hallway to the stair until you hear someone clear their throat and you turn around to see your father standing there with his arms crossed, while your mother is next to him.

In sync they words “We want to meet him” exit their mouths.

Bonus Part:

The door of Luke’s diner opens as Lorelai and Luke step out and Luke closes it behind them, and they walk a little until Lorelai sees two figures under a light kissing in the snow, and Lorelai, hits Luke’s arm and he flinches.

“Is it that Dean kissing a girl?” Lorelai asks Luke as she points to the two people kissing and Luke looks and nods as he chuckles, “Yeah I think that’s Dean.”

Lorelai shrugs and nods slightly “Good for him” she mutters and Luke nods slightly and they both start walking down the sidewalk opposite of Dean kissing the girl she doesn’t recognize.

[fanfic-borednsuggestions]

Stranger things season 3 fanfic idea

During the mall scene will decides to go with El and Max. (Because he was incredibly tired of being ignored by Lucas and Mike, and over just listening to them mope around.)

(There should be one scene of Max and El playing dnd with Will being the dungeon master)

[fairyniceyeah]

🌹🤍 Lifeline (Hajoon Series Bonus)

Part 1: Angel Part 2: Nauseous Part 3: Eclipse Part 4: Take Me Down Part 5: Sorry Part 6: Alive Part 7: Sour Part 8: Time

Summary: Who is your lifeline?

CW: low-self esteem, self-hate

I could, I could, I could be your

I could, I could, I could be your

Woosung was worried. Hell, they all were worried. Something was off with Hajoon and with each day he withdrew more and more into himself. Woosung wasn’t even sure when he had last seen his dongsaeng smile.

Their drummer was a shy person, often the one to look for others for guidance and not willing to speak with strangers if he could avoid it. But with them he had opened up over time, becoming the amazing, kind-hearted and funny person they all knew he truly was.

But ever since he had burned his hand, maybe even since that one concert, Hajoon totally locked himself away. Woosung, Dojoon and Jaehyeong had talked amongst themselves, trying to find a reason for what was destroying their true maknae, but they had never come to a conclusion. And there were the mysterious conversations Hajoon had had with all the members.

It had brought a lot of sleepless nights unto Woosung.

“Woosung-hyung?”, Jaehyeong called from the kitchen, his voice sounding weird. Woosung jumped up from where he had sat on the sofa, contemplating their group, and made his way to his dongsaeng.

Jaehyeong was sitting at the table with Dojoon peaking over his shoulder. Both of them were reading a letter, a frown on both their faces.

“What’s up?”, Woosung asked, immediately worried at their expressions of distressed confusion.

“We found this letter in the mail, it’s addressed to Hajoon-ah”, Dojoon said and held it out for Woosung to take.

“Why are you reading Hajoon-ah’s mail?”, Woosung asked. He didn’t know what to think – while yes, privacy wasn’t something they were used to and they all knew each others passwords after all, they had never opened each others mail. What were they thinking?

“It … it’s from a University”, Jaehyeong said, his voice trembling, “I thought it was just a mistake but it … just … just read it.” Woosung rounded the table to take the letter from his hand.

“Dear Lee Hajoon,

we are happy to congratulate you on a successful application to our University for a teaching degree. In order to proceed with this full-time study starting on October 1st, please adhere to the following steps…”

Woosung couldn’t read any further. He felt sick.

“Why didn’t he say?”, Jaehyeong asked in a small voice, “we knew something was up but …”

Dojoon, who had been uncharacteristically quiet until then, interrupted him: “Did he … did we …? He can’t do that, can he? Without ending his contract?” There was more pain in his voice than Woosung felt was fitting the until now uncertain situation. Maybe Dojoon knew something else. Before he could ask, the door opened behind them.

Hajoon was home from his walk.

You don’t gotta say all the bad things

Sipping on your brain like it’s codeine

At least they would get answers. This back and forth had been going on for long enough. Today they would get answers, whatever they were. It – whatever it was – was breaking them apart. As soon as Hajoon rounded the corner, Woosung couldn’t hold himself back anymore from asking the dreaded question: “Hajoon? The fuck is this?”

The younger man stopped dead in the doorway, still in the motion of taking off his jacket. There was a flurry of emotions dancing over his face until Hajoon wore an expression of hurt and anger. Woosung had not expected that – but then again Hajoon had been unpredictable for weeks now.

So Woosung just watched as he tore off his jacket to throw it to the floor and lunged across the table. In their positions Woosung was easily able to hold the letter out of his reach.

“Why are you going through my mail?”, Hajoon questioned, eyes wild and … scared? Was he scared of them? There was anger too. Hajoon never got angry, he probably was the most patient out of all of them.

“I’m sorry, it’s my fault”, Jaehyeong answered Hajoon’s question, taking all the blame. They would have to rectify that at some point. “I was confused why you got mail from an university. So, since Leo and I thought that didn’t match up and they probably put on a wrong address on the letter we wanted to see if we could find out the real owner.”

“It never crossed your mind that I might get mail?” Hajoon’s voice was dripping with disbelief.

Woosung didn’t fucking understand. Why was Hajoon so angry?

“No, we didn’t think you would get mail from an university. You didn’t say you considered studying again”, Dojoon tried to save everything.

It was probably time that Woosung spoke up, explain their confusion and get the much needed conversation started. But first they needed to understand what Hajoon was thinking. The idea of studying sounded so … rash, maybe. Not well thought-out. Random, even.

Why was Hajoon throwing his career, their careers into the wind? After all they had gone through together, Hajoon had never seemed unhappy until lately. Maybe he had realized that he wanted to go back to University, which was no problem. Idols did that all the time. But why hadn’t he talked to them about it? All major decision they had talked through in the past. It was so uncharacteristic of Hajoon to not come to them with his issues. There was something they were missing.

Woosung was stumped. He just wanted his dongsaeng, his Hajoon back. Not this angry, distant and miserable version of him.

“What confuses me even more why does it say you were accepted for a full-time study?”, Woosung decided to ask, trying to keep his voice soft and unassuming, “You don’t have time for that with our work. We’ll be outside of Seoul too often. Besides how do you think you will have time to study and do band-practice, song-writing and other stuff at the same time? Why didn’t you talk to us about options? You’re our drummer, we need you.”

Woosung was entirely unprepared for the next words coming out of Hajoon’s mouth.

“I really hope you find a different drummer soon. I quit. The documents from the lawyer should arrive within the week anyway”, Hajoon spat.

So pick any way you like

And take a second for the city lights

Woosung always had thought that the saying “the whole world turning upside down” was just a figure of speech. Now, he knew it wasn’t. Everything was spinning, his heart, his mind, his thoughts, his world. Hajoon was leaving. Their amazing and kind drummer, their baby wanted to leave. Woosung didn’t fucking understand.

He clutched at the table, feeling like his knees were about to give up under him. The letter was crushed in his other hand, his fingers balling into a fist in the tension felt in his whole body.

“What?”, Woosung gasped, feeling like his lungs weren’t cooperating. It felt like he was drowning on dry land.

“I quit. I’m done”, Hajoon said again, tears trailing down his cheeks.

Why was he crying when he was destroying their world?

“You’re joking, right? This is just a joke. Tell us that you are joking. This isn’t funny, Joon-ah”, Dojoon whispered, a prayer in his words. It was a defence mechanism, Woosung knew. He hoped as much as Dojoon that maybe they had missed something. Maybe it was April’s Fools. Maybe Hajoon decided to prank them.

Deep down, Woosung knew it was a futile hope. 

“It’s not a joke, Dojoon-ssi”, Hajoon said, his voice wet, “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep pretending I don’t know. I’m done.”

“But … but why? Pretend what? Hajoon-ah, why?”, Jaehyeong asked, sobbing, “we can’t be The Rose without you.” Woosung probably should comfort his crying maknae but it was like he was frozen in place. ‘I quit. I’m done kept’ playing in his mind on repeat. Dojoon had mercy, rubbing Jaehyeong’s back before their youngest could start hyperventilating.

You don’t You don’t

You don’t gotta hurt baby

“We should probably sit down and talk”, Hajoon suggested, saying what Woosung wasn’t capable of doing, so he just agreed.

Woosung rubbed Jaehyeong’s shoulder for a moment, wanting to give some reassurance. The eldest heavily fell into his chair, feeling like his legs would have given out if he had stood any longer. Hajoon sat down next to him in the chair he had sat in since day one. Woosung felt sick at the thought that maybe soon he would be alone across from Dojoon and Jaehyeong, a Hajoon-shaped hole amidst everything they had.

“What is this all about, Joon-ah?”, Dojoon asked. Woosung hear the fear and desperation in his voice and he felt the hurt as much as the younger when Hajoon flinched away from his touch.

“I … I know I’m the superfluous member of The Rose, the least liked member. I know you don’t want me around and I’m easily replaceable. Black Roses wouldn’t mind if I left and I’m sure with a new drummer who doesn’t keep fucking up you can reach new highs. I know you’ve been looking for a new drummer. I’m sorry for the inconvenience of leaving now but I don’t think I can stay here any longer. I love you and I know leaving is the best thing I can do for you”, Hajoon whispered, not daring to look at them.

With every word he spoke Woosung felt all their hearts breaking.

How had they missed this? How had they not seen how much Hajoon doubted and hated himself? How … how could they even call themselves friends – brothers – when one was hurt so deeply and the others had no idea how his mind spiraled.

I know what it’s like being hopeless

Bruises on your mind like it’s broken

Woosung didn’t even notice he was crying until he tasted salt on his lips. His hands were trembling in his lap. He had never felt so helpless before. Hajoon was so fucking depressed he was on the verge of throwing his whole life away because he thought people hated him. Woosung didn’t know what he meant with searching for a new drummer but his thoughts were torn to his other members by a sob. Jaehyeong. The bassist was crying his heart out, probably as scared and confused as Woosung felt. Dojoon seemed absent, staring at the table below him as if it held all the answers to their problems.

Woosung felt a burning gaze on him and he turned to look to Hajoon, meeting his kind but broken eyes filled with tears.

His baby had been hurting so badly and Woosung had not known. He hated himself so much at the moment his chest felt tight as if he was about to have a panic attack.

But right now, it was not about him.

It was about Hajoon.

And with that in mind, Woosung was finally able to speak. He would fight for his dongsaeng, until no more tears rained and any hurt was healed.

“Baby, where did you get all of this from? We never … we … we knew something was going on. But this? Hajoon-ah, we love you so much and I don’t think any of us would want to be The Rose without you. We need you, not just as a drummer, because we need you. Our loveable true maknae who keeps telling bad jokes and is obsessed with One Piece. The amazing man who grew with us by our side, who we all go to talk our problems through and who is the reason we are even popular. Without you, without your skills, we …”, Woosung whispered, the words tasting sour on his tongue.

As Jaehyeong had said, there was no The Rose without Hajoon. There was no doubt in Woosung that if they lost him, they would all be lost. Alone the thought of standing on a stage without the reliable talent beside them, choked Woosung to the point that he couldn’t continue.

Why had Hajoon ever started to doubt their love, their affection? Why would he think they wanted to get rid of him? They needed him.

“Woosung-ssi?”, Hajoon asked, his voice small. God, how had he not noticed that Hajoon kept addressing them in formal speech? He had given Hajoon permission to call him hyung the day they had met. Sure, there had been moments of teasing and moments of sincerity where Hajoon and Jaehyoeng switched into a more formal -ssi ending but how had Woosung not noticed every single interaction had been laced with the unneeded and unwelcome formality. And with what Hajoon had said, had implied … the reason why broke Woosung’s heart. Hajoon had thought they hated him. Hated their lovely and kind baby. No, Woosung needed to remind Hajoon of that, needed him to know that Woosung – no matter what happened – would always, first and foremost, be his hyung.

“It’s hyung, Hajoon-ah”, Woosung whispered, his heart harshly beating in his chest, “fuck, I never even noticed how you just kept addressing us in formal speech for weeks. I thought you were teasing but ... Is this why? You thought you needed to speak formally to us because …” Woosung was unable to finish the sentence, say the words.

Hajoon nodded.

Woosung didn’t think he had ever been in so much pain before. Not when he had dislocated his shoulder in high school and all his dreams of becoming a professional football player had been shattered. Not when he had left his mother to start his career in Korea. Not when he had said goodbye first to Dojoon, then Hajoon and then at last Jaehyeong for their military services. Not during all the time waiting for them to come back to him.

“But I heard you talking about how I made so many mistakes that night after the concert some time ago, that it couldn’t go on with me? That I was weird. And I understand, I am a liability if I keep making mistakes. I can understand if you want to kick me out and replace me with somebody better…” Hajoon’s voice was unbelievably small when he spoke, like he was scared that voicing his thoughts out loud might make them real. Might make the three of them reconsider their protests.

If the world is comin’ down,

I won’t let you drown

Woosung startled when Dojoon abruptly got up and rushed to kneel down next to Hajoon. There was a desperation in his eyes that Woosung had never seen before and never wanted to see again. Woosung felt incredibly guilty – he had initiated the conversation back then and he couldn’t quite remember what they had said but apparently it must have been ambiguous enough for Hajoon to doubt them.

Self-hate choked Woosung and couldn’t breathe.

Woosung was so, so thankful that Dojoon was able to say the words that he wasn’t even able to form into coherent thoughts. “Joon-ah, you overheard but you misunderstood. I’m sorry. We were so worried for you that night. You made so many mistakes and you were so out of it after the concert. We tried to figure out what was going on with you because we love you. We wanted you to be okay and we never talked about replacing you, we were looking for a way to help you. I promise. We will not replace you, that is just stupid. There is no The Rose without you, angel.”

That should have been it, shouldn’t it have been?

“But … but you were looking for a new drummer, weren’t you?”, Hajoon asked, confusing them all, “Leo, I saw your laptop screen. You were on the drummer forum and chatting with drummers, I saw.”

While he was sure there was a very good explanation to what Hajoon thought he had seen, for a moment Woosung felt blinding anger at Dojoon. It wasn’t warranted, it wasn’t fair but it also wasn’t rational.

Woosung listened to Dojoon’s explanation when he suddenly was approached by Jaehyeong who must have felt lonely on the other side of the table. Right now with everything that was happening it sure felt like the distance of the Saharah. The maknae, still crying, dropped to the ground by Woosung’s side and for a moment Woosung was worried that he had fainted until Jaehyeong buried his face in the leader’s lap, seeking closeness and comfort. Running his fingers through the younger’s hair did help calm Woosung down and reduced the tremor in his hands. As he heard Hajoon sniff, he looked up to watch Dojoon comfort Hajoon in the gentlest way.

“So … you really don’t hate me or want me out of the group?”

Woosung shook his head but Hajoon’s eyes had such a distant look in them that Woosung doubted he actually saw the kitchen at the moment. As he opened his mouth to speak up, reassure the younger, Hajoon continued in a flat voice: “But you … you three fit together so perfectly. I don’t know who I am in this band anymore. I always felt so distanced from you – whenever we are on stage for sound checks or something it’s just you three and I barely know what to do with myself. You all seem like one being and I barely get to stand beside you. Whenever I tried I was pushed to the back. And … and in the studio? Why did you want me at band practice when I wasn’t able to play if not to show me a soundtrack is as useful as me and show me anybody else could do my job? Why would you want to me to stay with you when there are so many other people to choose from, people who are better than me?”

Woosung didn’t think anything could hurt more than anything that has been said today but the left-over hesitation and fear that still seemed to shake Hajoon to the core shattered Woosung’s heart into a thousand pieces.

Even if you start to lose your hold,

I won’t let you go, no

That day at the studio had been one of the worst days in their careers. Watching Hajoon, who had already been so fragile the day before and had broken down crying in the kitchen to their utmost worry and shock, force himself to play with his injured hands … no, that had been terrible to watch. Of course, with his explanation it made sense now. But that it had escalated to that stage was because of Woosung. Woosung had forgotten to speak with Hajoon about options before – he had wanted to catch the younger after lunch but had been distracted by a call from his mother. Due to his stupidity and forgetfulness Hajoon had suffered. He didn’t know what to say, guilt like a knife in his heart.

Woosung felt Jaehyeong lift his head from his lap and finally the maknae seemed to have found the strength to comfort his chingu.

“Hajoon-ah, we’re sorry you felt like we didn’t want you or felt pushed away on stage. It’s stressful up there but that is no excuse. Just, you have always been so shy. I remember you saying all those years ago that you were glad to be hid behind your drums. We know you aren’t easily comfortable with new people and are rather shy – our only motivation is to make you feel safe and protected. I’m sorry if that made you feel like you were pushed aside. We will do better from now on and not just assume. You will always be our first choice, I promise.”

Feeling his heart be just a bit lighter when Jaehyeong took the lead, Woosung added: “And that day at the studio. We didn’t handle it well and I am sorry I got angry but I was so worried that you would hurt your hands more and so scared why you would hurt yourself just to play. We actually thought you could try singing more if you wanted to, I had intended to ask you earlier but I forgot. I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry”, Hajoon whispered. “I’m sorry I doubted you.”

Woosung couldn’t let him get eaten up by guilt – none of this was Hajoon’s fault. The younger had always struggled with his self-esteem, like Jaehyeong had said, he had enjoyed being at the back protected by his drums. Hajoon was shy, quiet and thoughtful, an introvert to his core and he was soft. No matter that his resting face looked a bit grim, a bit dark, Hajoon really was just a young man struggling with himself and his place in the world. He’d had his phases of melancholy and sadness, phases of reluctance and fear and there was his past of depression and dark, dark thoughts. They should have known, never should have let him distance himself. Hajoon didn’t ask for help, hadn’t yet learned that to be weak was to be strong. He needed them, like they all needed each other, and Woosung would make sure he never had a day where he would doubt their love for him and his place in the band ever again.

“Baby, you were having a really bad time, a really really bad mental health phase. We will never fault you for that. I think I will never forgive myself that I didn’t push when I saw you were hurting. We thought giving you the space you requested might help but that was the wrong move. We never wanted to hurt you. We all love you so much.”

None of them were that touchy with each other, definitely not cuddly. A casual hand on the shoulder for comfort, a hand on the back to guide another in the right direction, arms ready to hold them when they cried. Hajoon definitely needed the last one desperately, they all did. “Let us show you. Can we cuddle?”

Hajoon nodded and flung himself at Woosung, nearly knocking both of them over in his heartache. Holding tightly onto the younger, Woosung moved them both to the floor – much more comfortable and accommodating for four grown adults. Soon Jaehyeong had wormed himself into Hajoon’s arms like an overgrown teddy bear and Dojoon had all of them in his embrace, his arms clutching at Woosung in his own need of comfort but also to spent it to the oldest. All of them were crying, Woosung felt the itchiness of tears on his face but he would never let go of Hajoon to wipe them, the younger one shaking in his hold and his chest hitching badly as he cried himself out.

But there is a better life in the other side

So pick anywhere you like

After some time they moved to sit on the couch in the living room. Woosung hadn’t ever wanted to leave the embrace but he had to admit his back was starting to really bother him and when Jaehyeong half-laughed and half-cried that his feet were falling asleep they had decided to relocate.

They all had been quiet for some time now, exhausted to the core and all lost in thoughts. None of them felt ready to just go on with their day when they nearly had lost one of their own.

At first Woosung didn’t even quite realized what Hajoon asked in a raw voice, throat shredded from crying. “I really don’t have to leave?”

“You will never have to leave”, Jaehyeong confirmed.

Dojoon added: “You’re our Blue Rose, our miracle. Our angel. You will never ever get rid of us.”

Hajoon looked worried when he asked: “But the contract elimination?”

That was nothing Hajoon should have to worry about. If he was honest, Woosung would never allow him to touch it, too scared Hajoon might make a rash and stupid decision in his mental state. It was time for him to take care of his baby again.

“I’ll take care of it, baby. Hyung will take care of everything. Your only job is to heal and to let us spoil you until you can’t stand us anymore.”

Woosung relished in using the familiar nickname again. It had felt weird and wrong to not call their true maknae his baby. Hajoon would always be the one they all were protective of, even if Jaehyeong was younger than him. It was just how it was and always would be. Right now, there was nothing they wouldn’t do for Hajoon – if he had to Woosung would move mountains, stop a rainstorm and fight his way over the whole world if it helped Hajoon just a tiny bit.

They would go on together with the beauty of flowers and the sharpness of thorns. As four, always as four.

I could, I could, I could be your

The Rose could be your lifeline

Notes: Happy Birthday, Woosung!

Masterlist links: Fairy's Masterlist 2024 Fairy's Masterlist 2025 Fairy's Masterlist - The Rose  

[thefairestfacts]

Simbolism from the disney's movie:

Snowhite. bonus part.

Lesgooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

A billion esoteric symbols. It's embarrassing how much detail this woman's throne has.

First, the peacock feather's represents two things: the thousand eyes (keeping eyes on the kingdom)and the PEACOCK, preening, because she consideres herself beautiful.

Second, behind her there is a heraldic symbol, namely the royal family. It is not very clear what the two circles represents, but the other one is the very famous snake,an it represents represent: The serpent of Eden. I would like to remind you that this is the woman who will later give a cursed apple to Snow White, and will tempt her with the apple that will actually harm her. The connection between Snow White and Adam and Eve is very strong, the Grim brothers didn't write apple by random.

but i want you to think about this:

the relationship between Grimhilde and Snow White.

they are princess and queen, not mother and daughter.

If I tell you that they are mother and daughter, you don't think about it. if I tell you that she is queen, that is, that she is in power, and princess, that she will be in power in the queen's place. We have queen Grimhilde who is realizing that Snow White will take her place because she is growing up and more beautiful than her. At the beginning, if Disney wanted to represent a bad relative he would made it a step-parent, because he didn't want the children to doubt about their parents' protection and care. This is also why they are not mother and daughter.

The evil queen calls for the hunter, she wants what? Kill snow white.But how?As proof of the killing of Snow White, the queen wants her heart. The box is the color of the heart and it has one pierced with a knife, try guessing what she is asking for since the hunter has a knife on his hand.

but why the heart? Because that's the purest part of Snow White. Someone made a theory about the queen asking for her heart because she would eat it,hoping to become the fairest of them all.

[helenapsent]

Lol, I liked the bonus chapter a lot more than the main part. Now what am I supposed to do with that? Good question)))

There are two stories here: Rumpelstiltskin and Tom Thumb. Tell me, how are they connected?

And just like that, before the King's madness even started, it happened that he married a girl who was kind of spinning gold (no). Jonah was so nervous that she almost moved, but Rumple helped her, and they talked about the exchange. And after a while, as soon as the King and Queen had a daughter, they forgot all about everything, Rumple flew in like, “OBLIGATIONS HAVE TO BE FULFILLED!!!” and flew off into the portal for the child. We're playing for the Queen and the King… I'll tell you right away, the King flies away, he was touched by the fate of King Midas (wrapped in a golden statue, yes, yes), and the Queen to clean up everything, as usual.

Well

WELL WHAT

She meets a little boy who decided to help her, like, if you have to open the door, you're welcome, so FOR THE WHOLE BONUS PART WE HAVE A POCKET CHILD WITH US!!!))

And then we also met a mega-fairy, who organized us a nice quest in SEARCH FOR MEAD, with which we have to get Rumple drunk, in general everything is very fun. Our child was taken away, the power grid was disconnected, Rumple was thrown into the stratosphere, the King was enchanted, and the boy with a fingernail was golden to the very core, beauty ig

True because of the fact that the king because of the transformation began to go cuckoo, it is such a wow. Ig, the ending is not very racy, everything is cool))))

[zoeysdamn]

Forget me not - Bonus part | Morpheus x priestess! reader

A/N: Bonus part of the fic “There shall be night” series after the request of the lovely @dreamstatednightmare​

Enjoy!

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Ever since the return of its king, the Dreaming was more peaceful than ever. After the stressful events of the vortex ordeal and the changes that had resulted from it, the realm was back to its former glorious state. To top it all, the Dreaming was now blessed by a long-awaited queen and a new heir. The arrival of the little princess had brought a tremendous amount of joy to both her parents and the realm’s inhabitants, who had celebrated her birth for a week straight. 

To anyone who had known Dream of the Endless before his imprisonment, it was highly unlikely that his neutral composure would ever crack. But those people didn’t know of the priestess that had healed every single one of his wounds, and made him whole again. They didn’t know how much (Y/N)’s presence was the very essence of his life and how lost he would be again without her. Dream even thought that it was impossible to feel more complete than he was when she became his wife. Until their daughter’s birth. The day Morpheus had felt the tiny, almost invisible yet glowing presence of their daughter within his wife’s womb for the first time, his heart had almost stopped. At the sight of her husband’s face stunned in shock, (Y/N) had started to worry. But then the softest smile had stretched his lips and by the way his hands had reached her midsection with a trembling gesture, she knew. 

They had tried to have a baby for a long time. In the Waking World, the priestess’ body had never been able to bear children. Morpheus knew that even if she had always put on a brave smile and brushed away the subject, it had been something that saddened her deeply. He had never given much thought on having other children as well for a long time, considering his and Calliope’s son's tragic passing, and the disastrous relationship he had with Orpheus. But after marrying (Y/N), his thoughts had changed; and the possibility that the rules of the Dreaming could maybe allow them to have a family had made his heart swell. That’s why sensing Lyra’s presence for the first time had been such a joyful relief; he could have almost cried. He didn’t. On the day of her birth though, nothing could have stopped the tears of joy Morpheus had shed when held his daughter in his arms for the first time. 

As for (Y/N)...she had loved her with her whole being for the very first second she knew of her existence. The former priestess had been so happy at the news, that she at last could have a family on her own, and a child with the man she loved. Her motherly instincts that had always been there were only highlighted ever since, and the only sight of either Morpheus or their daughter was enough to warm her heart and made her feel that everything was okay. 

Happy babbling could be heard from miles away, and brought smiles on every realm’s inhabitants passing by. On one of Fiddler’s Green's most comfortable spots, a field of soft grass scattered with wildflowers, surrounding a gorgeous maple tree tainted with soft orange and copper colors, the young child sat happily and seemed to be involved in a deep passionate discussion about clouds. 

“They’re like flying cotton,” she babbled with her light adorable voice of a 4-years old. “And if they land we could make a giant bed of cotton!”

“A giant bed sounds nice, kid.” cawed Matthew hoping at her feet. Lyra beamed, so proud that someone agreed with her. 

“Nah,” interjected the rougher voice of Mervyn, who was on babysitting duty with Matthew that day, “I don’t think they would make a fine bed. I think they’d be squishy and wet, bleurgh.” 

Lyra giggled at the over-exaggerated puking gesture of the pumpkin. 

“They wouldn’t be wet at all!” she protested, hands excitedly grabbing a cushion that had been laying next to her – courtesy of Lucienne, who knew how much the little princess loved to nap in the fields of Fiddler’s Green. 

“Oh and why wouldn’t they, kiddy?” asked Mervyn, tagging along the toddler’s game. 

“Because they’re so fluffy!” asserted Lyra with a kid’s typical assurance. 

“Damn right they are.” agreed Matthew with a ruffling of his feathers. 

“Uncle Matt! Mama said no bad words.” reminded Lyra with a scrunched nose – but still giggling at the bird’s sentence. 

“Oh yeah,” he said, not sounding embarrassed the slightest, “Sorry kid.” 

Mervyn snickered at the two of them while popping another licorice candy in his mouth. He would rather have his usual cigar, but the Lord of dreams had a very strict no-smoking policy while babysitting Lyra. At first the Dreaming’s janitor had grumbled a bit, but the kid was just so adorable and a delight to watch over. Maybe his cigar could wait a little. 

The three of them spent another hour chatting and laughing, listening to Lyra’s questions and answering the best Matthew and Mervyn could (often ending up with a “You should ask your auntie Lucienne, I’m sure she knows better than this birdbrain” and an outraged caw from Matthew), and nibbling on fresh berries. Then the little princess started to yawn slowly, the rush of excitement of the afternoon spent playing and laughing with her unofficial uncles fading off, leaving place to sleepiness. Her eyelids were starting to feel heavy and she cuddled on the comforting blanket she had been sitting on all afternoon, and laid her head on the fluffy pillow that Lucienne had given her. She nuzzled her head behind her fisted chubby hands and let out a small exhausted coo before drifting to sleep almost immediately. Matthew grabbed the hem of a nearby blanket with his beak to cover the child, which made Mervyn chuckle. 

“You’re good at mothering, birdbrain.”

“Go to hell, pumpkin spice latte,” huffed Matthew while hopping on the top of the pillow, just above Lyra’s dark hair. “At least I’m a concerned babysitter and that’s why I’m the favorite uncle here.”

“Fuck off feather duster.” 

“Shh!” shushed Matthew, “The kid’s asleep, you’re gonna wake her up with your flowery language.”

Mervyn chuckled at the raven’s antics, who usually was always trying to put on a tough behavior and now was nestling in a feathery ball against the little girl’s head. He would never admit to anyone how much he liked to nestle against Lyra while she was asleep – because she was so peaceful and it made him relax. (Y/N) had discovered it one day as she went to check on Lyra during a nap, finding her beloved daughter and Morpheus’ loyal raven cuddled against the other and found it utterly adorable – although she would never told Morpheus this, she knew how protective her husband was of their daughter. 

Mervyn let out another chuckle as he popped some licorice into his mouth. Leaning against the tree, the dreaming janitor pulled out a book – one that Lucienne had insisted on him reading, something about a pumpkin king and a winter fete? – and started flipping through the pages, all while keeping an eye on the sleeping child. At some point, Mervyn started to slowly doze off and ended up falling asleep too, the book long forgotten laying on his lap. 

About an hour later Lyra’s eyes fluttered open slowly, well rested from her nap. She tentatively got up, delicately taking a still sleeping Matthew into her tiny hands to move him to the center of the pillow to prevent him from falling, while being careful of not waking him. She loved uncle Matthew, and she would be very sad if he would injure himself. Getting up on her little chubby legs she saw that Mervyn was asleep too. She frowned and her mouth turned into a pouty expression; she wanted to put a blanket on uncle Merv’s lap, or he would get cold! And she didn’t have a spare blanket! It made her upset and sad, and she didn’t want uncle Mervyn to catch a cold! 

Her small brows furrowed as she started to think hard about it. Maybe she could go and find one. Yes, she knew that she had plenty in her room, her daddy had put so many fluffy blankets here! Matthew and Mervyn were still asleep and she knew how to go to her room, surely she’ll have time to go there and then go back before they’ll even notice she was gone. They would be upset, worried even if she disappeared from their sights. But they were still sleeping, so they wouldn’t notice anything! And uncle Merv wouldn’t get cold! 

With a newfound purpose the raven-haired little girl braced herself and started to walk away from the maple tree. Then she resigned herself, turned back and took off her soft yellow knitted sweater to lay it on Mervyn’s lap. There, it barely covered his knees but at least he wouldn’t get too cold. Feeling proud with her quick thinking, Lyra huffed proudly and resumed her route to her room. 

Happily strolling around the fields, Lyra hummed cheerfully while bouncing on her little feet. She didn’t worry about where she was heading, because she knew she would always find her way. It had already happened to her to lose herself in the Dreaming – not intentionally of course. One time, she had appeared out of nowhere in the Library, startling Lucienne who was organizing the shelves. Another, she was in her room, and then a second later in a street filled with…platypuses in knitted sweaters? But oh, her mama was standing not so far, so she wasn’t really lost! (Y/N) had been more than surprised to see her daughter happily tackling her into a hug while she was overseeing one dreamer’s vision. When she had talked about it to Morpheus, the King of Dreams and Nightmares had smiled proudly at his daughter’s first signs of power. And the dreamer woke up the next morning, confused about a strange dream with platypuses and a beaming child with dark hair.

Morpheus had suspected that Lyra could one day show some indications that she had inherited his powers over the realm, and even if her sudden appearances in random places of the realm were more than often unintentional, it was a start. The former priestess had expressed her worries of the accidental nature of their daughter’s appearances; it often seemed to be guided by Lyra’s inner feelings, but she couldn’t help but worry that one day she’ll end up somewhere less welcoming. Her husband had reassured her, reminding that no Dreaming’s inhabitant would be foolish enough to try to hurt the princess of the realm. Or the universe helps them, because there would be no escaping from the Endless’ fury, and even less from his wife’s. 

But for now, Lyra was blessedly unaware of her parents’ worries about her abilities and carried on her quest of finding a blanket. Passing next to a field full of flowers she got an idea; she could gather some flowers to give to her mama! Oh, and maybe to Aunt Lucienne too, it would be pretty in the library! There were plenty of flowers, she could totally pick some on her way. Leaving the ground path she stepped into the high-grass field, carefully picking the prettiest flowers she could find. As she gathered more of them, Lyra didn’t realize how far she was moving away from the path. She didn’t realize either that she was moving to a much different area, her powers carrying her unknowingly to a much darker area. Only when the grass turned into dark sand and dust under her feet did she look up to see that she definitely wasn’t in Fiddler’s Green anymore. The dark sky above her head was nothing like the blue one she had seen barely a few minutes before, and she didn’t recall ever seeing such black waters near her.

Lyra’s nose crunched in bewilderment. Where was she? This wasn’t where she wanted to go at all! Her eyes started to water and her lips wobbled in growing anxiety. Lyra felt so lost and distressed she started to panic, clutching the flowers she had picked earlier tight in her chubby hands. As she felt the tears starting to overwhelm her, she braced herself and sniffled. No, she wouldn’t cry now, she was a big girl! She was four, and strong like her mama! 

Trying to gather her tears, the little girl started to walk on the black sand shores. The scenery wasn’t reassuring her at all, but she bravely took one step after another to try to find her way to her initial goal. Something didn’t feel right in this place and she was not at ease at all. Chilling noises whispered in her ears and frightened her but she tried to not turn her head toward it. She feared that if she looked around she would see scary monsters or worse, get lost again! 

A crack resonated behind and startled her. Whipping her head around she gasped a little at the sight of the dark looming figure in front of her. The tall creature had scrawny arms that ended up with big, long pointed claws, coated in dark wrinkled skin. The bottom part of his skeletal body was only shreds. But the thing that scared her the most was his face, and the gaping hole from above his mouth to his forehead, leaving his tongue as the only feature visible. Lyra shuddered and twisted the flowers in her hands anxiously. 

“H-Hi,” she said in a small voice. “I’m Lyra, nice to meet you. Who are you?”

She was frightened, but her mama had taught her to be kind with every creature in the Dreaming. Few nightmares had been invited to give their blessing in the palace when she was born, and she had seen a few of them again later. But always with her parents, and none of them had looked so scary then. 

The nightmare cocked its head to the side silently, sending another chill to Lyra’s spine. It slowly dragged its long arms up, trying to grasp the young child’s face. But that didn’t make her more at ease in the slightest and she took an uncomfortable step back. That didn’t stop the creature who came closer and closer, holding out its threatening claws in her direction. 

“S-stop that,” Lyra started to whimper, “You’re scaring me, I don’t want you to touch me.” 

As soon as she pronounced those words, the creature dug its claws in Lyra’s arm, eliciting a scream from her. Ripping her arm off she started to run the fastest she could, dropping the flowers she was holding. She ran without looking back, but she heard the hoarse sounds of the nightmare getting closer and closer. Hot tears rolled on her cheeks, making her vision blurry. Fear was clutching on her heart like a vine and her small legs started to burn from the frantic running. Suddenly she tripped on a half buried root and let out a high-pitched yelp. She squeezed her eyes shut preparing herself for the upcoming impact. But it never came and instead she felt two arms catching her before she even touched the ground. 

“Well well, who do we have here?”

The voice of the one who had gathered her was rich and suave, and compared to the raucous gurgling sounds of the nightmare it really sounded comforting. Sensing that person pulling her to her feet and more importantly, covering her with their own evidently bigger frame, she dared to crack an eye open. At first she only caught a glimpse of a cream-colored vest. Tentatively, she looked up to the person who had just rescued her; a blonde man with dark binoculars and a lopsided grin was kneeling beside her, a hand protectively on her shoulder as he looked straight to the other creature. It had stopped dead in its tracks, intimidated by the other man's presence. As he stood up, Lyra clutched on his pants. The blonde man looked down at her, meeting her terrified eyes. 

“Please don’t leave me,” she whispered in a shivering voice. 

At the sight of her big eyes full of tears, for a split second his heart squeezed, like a flash of deep buried memories suddenly resurfaced. 

“Don’t worry princess,” he said in a softer tone than usual, “I’m not letting anything happen to you.” 

Giving a slight squeeze on her gripping hand, the blonde man straightened up and his expression morphed into a more sinister one. 

“Well Inanis, didn’t take you for the type to scare little girls,” he crooned in a suave yet dark voice. “Especially not the princess of the Dreaming.” 

The faceless nightmare cracked its neck to the side with a sinister growl. Not letting go of her grip on the man’s pants, Lyra hurried behind his long legs, hiding herself. 

“I wonder what Lord Morpheus would do to you if he learned that you had injured his precious daughter,” he continued casually all while not losing his grin. “Or worse, what the queen would do…I’m sure that you’ve heard of what happened to Alex Burgess.”

Lyra frowned slightly. Her mama was kind and gentle, but she knew that she would always protect her. 

The creature let out a painful cry, like he was realizing the weight of the words. It hisses even more when the men slowly pull out a silver blade of his pocket, twirling it between his fingers. 

“But in the meantime, I strongly advise you to not try to harm or even touch the girl ever again. I’m no king of dreams but I know my way around being the worst thing to happen to someone…don’t you agree?”

The creature slumped away slightly, scared of him. 

“You’re lucky she’s here today,” seethed the blonde man in a menacing tone. “The next time I see you I won’t be as merciful, that I promise you.” 

The nightmare screeched loudly and scrambled away in the blink of an eye. The blonde man carefully tucked the knife back in his pocket, and turned to a slightly less nervous Lyra. 

“Hey little one,” he said more softly, kneeling to her height once more, “You okay there?”

She nodded tentatively, but didn’t let go of her grip on his clothes, “I lost myself.” she sniffled. 

“I can tell,” nodded back, “This isn’t a very fun place ‘round here. How did you end up here?”

“I was trying to go to my room,” she said with still wobbly lips, “And I went to pick up flowers for mama and I got lost.” 

He hummed pensively then held out his hand to her, “Well, shall we go to the palace together then? I know the way I can accompany you.”

“You would?” she said with a bright smile. 

“Can’t let you wander here without protection, little one. Come on now, we’ve got quite the walk.”

She gripped on his outstretched hand with her much tinier one, tears starting to stop and hope renewed. That man seemed nice, and he protected her, she had nothing to fear anymore! 

“What’s your name?” she asked as they started to walk hand in hand on the dark shores. 

“My name’s Corinthian.” he answered. 

Her face lit up at his words, “Oh I know you! You’re Cori!” she beamed. 

The nightmare’s eyebrow arched up at the nickname, “Cori?”

“Yup! My mama had told me about you before! She says you’re putting on a tough guy behavior but that it’s just a facade, I’ve never really understood what she meant by that.”

He chuckled, “Well, what do you think of me?”

“I think you’re nice,” she smiled. “You’re kind.”

Corinthian smiled softly at the young child’s words. She was definitely her mother’s daughter. 

“My name’s Lyra by the way.” she said as they started to walk into a less menacing area. 

“I know princess,” said the nightmare softly, “I know.” 

It took them about an hour and half to reach the outlines of the castle. Their walk through the dark waters shores and about a third of the Dreaming had been way longer than the Corinthian had thought, but then again Lyra’s legs were much shorter than his. But she had been very brave, never once letting go of his hand and chatting happily with him. She didn’t babbled though, or else he would have found her annoying like every other child. Honestly, the nightmare would never have guessed that he would be so fond of a toddler one day, even less the King of Dreams’ one. But this was also (Y/N)’s daughter; and it naturally brought a deep feeling of care in him. 

When they reached the palace’s garden, they were welcomed with a voice calling out for Lyra’s name in both relief and anxiety. Their head turned toward the running figure of (Y/N), who sprinted to their pair. 

“Mama!” shouted Lyra excitedly, while tugging on Corinthian’s hand as she trotted in her mother’s direction. 

“Oh Lyra,” cried the queen of the Dreaming gathering her daughter into a tight hug, “Are you okay? Where were you?”

“I’m okay mama. I wanted to go back to my room to get a blanket for Uncle Mervyn so he wouldn’t get cold, but I got lost. I saw a really scary nightmare, but then Cori found me, and everything’s okay now!”

The former priestess’ head snapped up to the blonde nightmare who was still holding her daughter’s hand. 

“Thank you.” she whispered through tears of relief. 

“She had been lightly injured by a recent nightmare, Inanis,” he informed her carefully. “I tended to the wound on her arm, nothing too bad.” 

(Y/N) immediately checked on Lyra’s arm, only to find a small scratch, the rest of the wound having already healed — perks of the Dreaming rules and the quick tending. She hugged her daughter again, like she was afraid that she would disappear again. 

Behind them, a twirl of sand suddenly revealed the Dream Lord, whose eyes were shining with a mix and fury and worry. When he had heard that his precious daughter had disappeared from Matthew and Mervyn's watch he had gone into a frantic search, until he felt his wife's relief flooding through their shared bond. At the sight of Lyra, beaming and unarmed, his fury vanished immediately. 

"Little star." he breathed out in but above a whisper. 

"Daddy!" squealed the child, parting from her mother's embrace to rush to her father's arms. 

Scooping her up, Morpheus held his daughter tight against his chest, pressing soft kisses on her chubby cheeks. 

"I was worried about you little star," he said with his usual low rumble, "It seemed that you were out of reach even for me." 

"I didn't mean to," she apologized with a small frown and teary eyes, before her face lit up again, "But it's okay now daddy! Cori said to the bad guy to leave me alone, and he helped me to come back here!" 

The Endless looked back to the blonde nightmare whose heart was softening a little more at every use of the cute nickname Lyra used for him. 

"This happened because of my lack of attention," said the Dream King, "I thank you for having come to the rescue of our daughter, Corinthian." 

The nightmare answered with a slight bow. Lyra wriggled in her father's arms, indicating that she wanted to be put down. Once her feet were touching the ground once again, she trotted to the nightmare and motioned him to kneel to her height. It didn't take long before he indulged her demand with a soft smile. Almost timidly, she opened one of her clenched hands, to reveal a slightly wrinkled but still fresh myosotis. The tiny blue petals were soft against her pale skin, even after being clutch in her hand for such a long time. 

"I want to give you this to thank you for saving me," she said in a small voice, like she was telling him a secret. "I wish I could give you more but I dropped all the flowers I have picked up and I only kept this one." 

"That's a pretty flower," agreed Corinthian with a knowing nod, "Don't you want to give it to your mom?" 

She shook her head and placed it on his large palm, "Nu-uh, if I give it to you, then you'll think about me when you see the flowers! And I will think of you too so we will never forget each other!" 

He couldn't help but to smile softly at her. "Sounds like a plan, princess." 

Lyra beamed at him and threw her arms around his neck to hug him. Corinthian gladly returned the embrace, already knowing that there was no way he could ever let anything else happen to this little girl. He was already doomed and he would tear realms apart to protect her, so that he could swear to himself. 

The little girl dropped a soft kiss on his cheek before hopping back and waltzing to her father, waving her chubby hand to the nightmare. 

“Bye-bye Cori! See you soon!” 

“Bye princess.” he answered softly as she walked away, scooped in Morpheus’ arms. 

The Dream Lord looked over his shoulder to catch his wife’s gaze; she silently promised that she would join them soon. But first, she had something to do. With a nod, Morpheus made his way to the palace while listening to his daughter’s happy chatter, relief flooding in his heart. 

(Y/N) turned to the Corinthian, who still had a fond smile on his face. 

“Thank you for what you had done for Lyra,” she said to him. “I don’t know how to thank you enough.”

He shrugged like it was nothing, “Nah, you don’t have to thank me. It’s my duty.”

His words warmed (Y/N)’s heart. Both of them knew that it had never been his duty to protect her daughter; but apparently, he had deemed so. And that made her unbelievably happy. 

“I’m truly happy that the both of you get along. It means a lot to me.” she said softly. 

“Because I was once a son to you?” he asked carefully. 

This surprised her for a second, but then her expression turned into a fond one once again. It had been a long time since the Corinthian had been remade. At first, they didn't know if he would keep his memories from his previous existence. It didn’t seem so for a time, but then he had admitted that he remembered what he had done to the Dream Lord, although he didn’t tell anything about the former priestess. This had made her heart clench, because she missed her son. But he was polite with her, and some signs of his old affection for her were still palpable in their occasional interactions. (Y/N) suspected that the nightmare had no real memory of what their mother-son relationship had been like, but it was alright. At least she could see him from time to time, and nursed the good memories of their past time together. 

But now, hearing that he remembered a lot of it, it made things different. 

“Yes,” she admitted, “Because you were my son. And to me, you’ll always be even if you don’t remember everything.”

He nodded slowly, but couldn’t hide the smile that was still on his face.

“I know that I loved you as a mother, my queen. That’s enough for me.”

She smiled at him, and cradled his cheek softly. Maybe one day, he’ll remember everything. Or he won’t and it would be enough for them. 

“She likes you, you know.” said (Y/N) in a soft voice. 

He chuckled, “She’s an easily lovable kid.”

The queen of the Dreaming smiled, “I’m glad my daughter has you to protect her. And I’m glad you have her.” 

She let go of his cheek slowly. Both of their children had each other, and she couldn’t be more relieved to know it. Morpheus and her will always be here for Lyra, but knowing that the Corinthian was ready to lay his life for her was a true relief. 

A slight veil of sadness passed through the nightmare’s face as he gazed in the direction where Lyra had been. 

“Do you think I could see her ever again?” he asked in a small voice. “I…I don’t want to frighten her but I’d like to spend time with her…if you’ll allow it.” 

The former priestess smiled softly. Gently taking the strand of little blue flowers from his hand, she delicately tucked it in the breast pocket of his cream vest.

“She won’t ever forget you, Corinthian.” she promised. “And she will always need her brother.” 

This made the nightmare’s heart swell. 

Lyra would always have her parents to protect her; neither Morpheus or (Y/N) would ever allow anything to hurt her again. But since that day, every time she saw myosotis in a field, she beamed at the thought of the blonde nightmare with dark binoculars. And the Corinthian had now picked up the habit of always having a strand of the blue flowers on his breast pocket. He had someone to look after, and maybe he could make amends for his past mistakes by protecting the little child with eyes bright like stars.

A/N: okay my heart melted while writing for little Lyra, not gonna lie 

And yes, the myosotis is the flower that means “forget me not” I’m-- *cry*

Also, fun fact, when I was around three, my dad was late to pick me up from the day care center, and I started to pick up some of the daisies that were growing in the garden behing the center, and when my dad finally came I had my arms full of daisies and beamed in joy; I don’t really remember this, but it’s one of my dad fondest memories and it actually make him shed a tear every time he talks about it ahah. So I obviously inspired this one shot after this memory 

Anyway, Corinthian calling Lyra “princess” is one of my fave headcanon ever jsnrfhofh

I hope you liked the unusual lack of angst lmao 

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