requested by: @atsmlevelmax, I sincerely hope you like this!
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pairings: Dream of the Endless x reader, Matthew x reader (platonic), Lucienne x reader (platonic), etc.
warnings: cursing. English is not my first language so there might be some grammatical errors
a/n: gif credits go to @leighanne
REQUESTS ARE NOW OPEN
Since having been granted immortality by Death and taking on the role of Queen of the Dreaming, your life had turned into a whirlwind of responsibilities and disturbances.
There were diplomatic meetings to attend, parts of your realm that needed some form of aid, matters of various entity that needed to be tended to, etc. It was you who occasionally went into the Waking World in lieu of your husband, and you were always accompanied by his raven —Jessamy, before Dream's imprisonment, and now Matthew.
In spite of the duties that came with such an important position, you had a 'human life'. Much like Hob Gadling, your husband's friend, you had a job and thrived amongst those of your kind — you taught history and archeology in various universities across Europe, something which made you incredibly happy since you had lived through many centuries.
These obligations sometimes kept you away from you and your husband's realm, but you always communicated with him either through Matthew or through dreams.
You were working on a paper when you realized what day it was. The month before you had forgotten to meet with Dream, but he had sweetly forgiven you saying that you would meet the following month.
Which was the day before the events we're recounting, much to your dismay.
For the second time, you had missed your date with the Lord of Dreams. You were unforgivable.
You cursed yourself before setting aside your work and walking into the Dreaming.
"My Lady Y/n" Matthew and Lucienne were the ones who welcomed you. Dream was nowhere to be seen, and the Librarian of the Dreaming was quick to explain the situation.
"Lord Morpheus has matters to attend to at the borders of the realm"
"Bullshit! Y/n, he's upset, he doesn't want to talk to you" Due to the amount of time the two of you spent together, Matthew had developed a familiar bond with you — so much so that he addressed you casually, like a friend rather than a monarch.
The two tried to explain how angry and upset your husband was, so you stated that you would not disturb him during your stay even though he was aware of your presence.
In the following days you spent your time walking around your realm, with Matthew giving you updates on Dream's whereabouts and mood.
On some occasions, you saw his silhouette around — in the library, for example, or in the throne room. But you dared not disturb him.
As a way of trying to gain his forgiveness, you left some gifts here and there — along with some letters you had written. You figured that it was the best way for you to convey your emotions without crossing the boundaries he had put down. In Matthew's opinion, your approach was working.
Fiddler's Green was the one who kept you company the most, besides Lucienne and your raven. He always gave good advice and provided the comfort you needed.
"I suggest you summon your husband" he once said, while you sat under a beautiful oak tree together "Though he feels resentful, he misses you. It hurts me to see my King and Queen suffer, there must be a way to mend what was broken"
As soon as those words left his mouth, you decided to summon your husband. Hopefully, Fiddler's Green was right and you would not anger Dream any further.
The way in which your consort looked at you when he appeared from the vortex of sand was, for a lack of better words, devastating. You slightly bowed your head down as to greet him, and he returned the gesture.
"You came"
"You called"
You restrained yourself from crying and began talking. "Dream, I know that I messed up. I should have remembered about our meeting — God, I was so disrespectful! There were so many things to do at once, I never even looked at the calendar. I'm so sorry. And I understand if you're still angry: I will depart from the Dreaming at once, if you wish"
"I would never ask my wife to leave me" he responded with the same calmness as always, though his eyes conveyed profound sadness and regret "I'm sorry for not visiting you, Y/n".
"And I you, Dream" you uttered.
There were a few seconds of silence before Matthew appeared, flying on your shoulder "Come on, Boss! Hug her, kiss her, do something! I can't put up with your brooding any longer, so put away your pride and give a sign of forgiveness to your wife!" he exclaimed.
Dream sighed, clearly torn about whether he was ready to properly forgive you. Nevertheless, his doubts waned by just looking at you once again.
You were just as exhausted as he was: this tantrum of his had gone way too far. The two of you clearly missed each other and couldn't be distant any longer, so he did what he had yearned to since you walked into the Dreaming.
He caressed your face with his hands, and though he tried to keep his emotions at bay, he kissed you — the longing and profound love you felt for one another finally finding an outlet— then hugged you like you were about to fade away at any minute.
You silently thanked Matthew and Gilbert (Fiddler's Green). You were definitely going to remember your date from that moment onwards.
Hi, I hope you're doing well! Btw, congratulations on reaching 100 followers 🎉! Could I request a Peaky Blinders imagine with the prompt “It’s okay, I couldn’t sleep anyway.” where the reader is the youngest Shelby girl (born in 1903) and is very close with Thomas? In the scenario, the reader is having trouble sleeping and she goes to her brother for comfort. Thank you very much in advance ✨💕
a/n: and that’s a wrap, folks! thanks for joining my celebration, here’s to another hundred xx - also thank you, my dude, hope you’re okay and will enjoy the tooth-rotting fluff in this one!!
requests for the blurb week are closed, fics and one-shots are open
fluff #11 - “It’s okay, I couldn’t sleep anyway.”
Your bare feet thomped quietly against the cold concrete floor and you could only count on your sense of touch on the way to your brother’s room in the moonless night. Once you reached the door you had been looking for, you wrapped your fingers gently around the doorknob, delighted to find it unlocked and slipped in smoothly, not wanting to wake Tommy in the process. You could see that he had left a small candle burn on his bedside table and you weren’t sure if it was intentional or if he had simply forgotten about it. You didn’t mind it though- it gave you the chance to watch your brother in his sleep for a few seconds only to be startled by him cocking his gun at you just as he saw you lurking in the shadows.
“For fuck’s sake, Y/N! I almost shot you!” Tommy breathed out, tossing the weapon back onto the small drawer and looking up at you with eyebrows raised in question. “What are you doing here?” He finally asked in a much more gentle voice and you felt encouraged to move closer to him, finally stepping into the weak light of the leftover candle.
“I had trouble sleeping and didn’t want to lie alone in bed all night... Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you, I just wanted someone close,” you whispered, eyes lowered in a thorough examination of your toes so you could avoid your brother’s searching gaze.
“It’s okay, I couldn’t sleep anyway,” he assured you, reaching out for your hand and you let Tommy pull you onto his lap and even tickle your belly, something he hadn’t done since you were a toddler- since he came back from the war. It still felt so natural and it transported you back to a time when everything was much simpler and the world seemed kinder. Even Tom smiled as he saw your frowns in an attempt at strangling your own laughter but once he had let his hands rest around your waist in a protective way and saw your worn-out expression, he was pulled back into reality harshly.
“What’s up with you? Huh?” Tommy put his index finger under your chin and lifted it gently, practically forcing you to finally look into his pale eyes which looked like they held flames inside as they reflected the burning candle- something to resemble the old times just again.
You leaned into his chest and suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion hit you as you finally rested somewhere much warmer and more welcoming than your lonely bed. You shrugged absent-mindedly but still smiled softly when you felt Tommy’s gentle kiss on the top of your head.
“Can I sleep here tonight?” You blurted out, hopeful for the answer to be ‘yes’. You could feel your brother’s chest rise and sink under your head as he inhaled deeply and let out a long sigh, accepting that it wasn’t the time for you to give him answers.
“Alright, lemme tuck you in,” he replied and you climbed onto his bed cheerfully. It was already too small for Tommy himself, let alone both of you but you completely pressed against the wall so only one of your brother’s legs would stick out from under the blankets.
You had to strangle your laughs again when Tommy did as he said and completely wrapped you up in his softest blanket. He finally lowered himself on the old bed closely next to you and enveloped you in his strong arms. You giggled into his chest one last time, right before he scolded you and sent you to sleep and you gladly welcomed it, thus starting your first peaceful night in weeks.
Hi, I hope you're doing well and that you're spending your holidays in the best way possible! In regards to your event, could I have a🍹( fruit punch) and a🥤 (smoothie)? (If I'm only able to choose one, I'd prefer a 🍹)
With this all said, thanks for tagging me!
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for a song: domenico modugno - nel blu dipinto di blu (volare)
for random associations: the colosseum at sunset; spontaneous decisions; nightly funfairs with colorful lights; a train speeding through tuscany; waves crashing on rocks; summer romances; gelato with your friends; befriending stray dogs; small villages perched atop mountains; a vast library filled with antique texts; adventure and exploration; bicycle races by the seaside; pressed flowers in books; the deep breath you take before you skydive for the first time
just a very sweet, summery style somewhat inspired by cottagecore but also fit for european urban life. I think you'd look beautiful in it!
Hello!! My name is Hriddhi Chakma and I have been writing since 2013 and haven’t developed the writing skills yet. I have been dreaming of becoming a freelance writer in the near future but lack of writing skills are costing me :(
Hi hon, I hope you're doing well! I was wondering if I could request a Christmas themed fic (#december2020) with Wade Wilson and the prompt “Wow. So, what time is the Ghost of Christmas Past coming to visit you tonight?”
Thank you so much, and sending lots of love and hugs —✨🌻💛
Your request has been queued :)
You can read it here early:
Wattpad
AO3
Requests are: Open | Only accepting Christmas Prompts and Moodboards
Translation : Ambra! (Firstly I ADORE your name!). I love the aesthetic of your blog - and you’re a fellow mythology enthusiast so I have to stan! Thanku for your interaction on my blog :)).
