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MHA Chapter 420 spoilers translations

This week’s initial tentative super rough/literal translations under the cut.

tagline 1 No.420　相澤くんから　堀越耕平ナンバー420　あいざわくんから　ほりこしこうへい NANBAA 420 Aizawa-kun kara Horikoshi Kouhei No. 420 From Aizawa-kun Kouhei Horikoshi

1 起きろ‼︎ おきろ‼︎ okiro!! "Wake up!!"

tagline 2 黒霧に飛ばされたマイクと相澤… くろぎりにとばされたマイクとあいざわ… Kurogiri ni tobasareta MAIKU to Aizawa... Mic and Aizawa, who were sent away by Kurogiri...

2 どこだよここは‼︎ doko da yo koko wa!! "Where is this place!!"

3 通信がきかねえ… つうしんがきかねえ… tsuushin ga kikanee... "We can't hear any transmissions..."

4 状況もわかんねえ…くそ‼︎ じょうきょうもわかんねえ…くそ‼︎ joukyou mo wakannee...kuso!! "And we don't know the situation...shit!!"

5 俺はおれは ore wa I am

6 死柄木弔をしがらきとむらを Shigaraki Tomura wo Tomura Shigaraki's

7 守る者まもるもの mamoru mono protector.

8 調子良くブッ壊れやがって‼︎ ちょうしよくブッこわれやがって‼︎ choushi yoku BUkkoware yagatte!! "Things were going well and then you had to go and break!!"

9 動けよこのヤロウうごけよこのヤロウ ugoke yo kono YAROU "Move, you bastard!"

tagline 3 コミックス40巻発売中‼︎今スグGETしよう‼︎マストバイ‼︎ コミックス40かんはつばいちゅう‼︎いまスグゲットしよう‼︎マストバイ‼︎ KOMIKKUSU 40kan hatsubai-chuu!! ima SUGU GETTO shiyou!! MASUTO BAI!! Volume 40 of the comics now on sale!! Let's get get it now!! Must buy!!

10 白雲じゃないなら思い出のまま消えてくれしろくもじゃないならおもいでのままきえてくれ Shirokumo ja nai nara omoide no mama kietekure If you’re not Shirakumo, please remain a memory and disappear.

11 こんなものに命運を委ねるんじゃなかった！こんなものにめいうんをゆだねるんじゃなかった！ konna mono ni meiun wo yudanerunja nakatta! "[We] shouldn't have entrusted our fate to something* like this!" (*Note: The word in Japanese here is ambiguous if it's meant to read as "something" or "someone.")

12 こんな屍体に縋るんじゃなかった‼︎ こんなしたいにすがるんじゃなかった‼︎ konna shitai ni sugarunja nakatta!! "[We] shouldn't have clung to a corpse like this one!!"

1 泣いてるないてる naiteru "Crying..."

2 泣いてねーよ男の子だぞ俺あ!!! ないてねーよおとこのこだぞおれあ!!! naitenee yo otoko no ko da zo orea!!! "I'm not crying, I'm a boy!!!"

3 違うちがう chigau "Not [you]."

4 黒霧が… こいつが… koitsu (kanji: Kurogiri) ga... "This guy (read as: Kurogiri) is..."

5 雨だ‼︎涙腺なんざねェよ！あめだ‼︎るいせんなんざねェよ！ ame da!! ruisen nanza neE yo! "It's rain!! He's got no tear ducts!"

6 こいつは脳無だ！二度も死柄木をハメた相澤が邪魔だから排除した！こいつはのうむだ！にどもしがらきをハメたおまえがじゃまだからはいじょした！ koitsu wa noumu da! nido mo Shigaraki wo HAMEta omae (kanji: Aizawa) ga jama da kara haijo shita! "This guy's a nomu! You set Shigaraki up twice, Aizawa, so he removed you because you were a hindrance!"

7 今考えるべきはいまかんがえるべきは ima kangaeru beki wa "What we should be thinking about now"

8 こいつを起動して俺らを戦線に戻させる事だこいつをきどうしておれらをせんせんにもどさせることだ koitsu wo kidou shite orera wo sensen ni modosaseru koto da "is activating this guy and returning to the front lines."

9 そんでその後すぐそんでそのあとすぐ son de sono ato sugu "Then immediately after that

10 もう動かねーようブッ壊す事だもううごかねーようブッこわすことだ mou ugokanee you BUkkowasu koto da "let's break [it]* so [it] won't move anymore." (*Note: He means they should break Kurogiri.)

11 相澤あいざわ Aizawa "Aizawa,"

12 こいつは黒い鹵獲品だこいつはくろいろかくひんだ koitsu wa kuroi rokakuhin da Literal. "This guy is our black spoils." Contextual. "This guy is our stolen black chess piece." (Note: This is hard to make sound decent in English. Mic is saying that Kurogiri is like their plunder or spoilers or stolen treasure that is the color black, which is a pun on the "kuro" (which means black) in Kurogiri's name. This pun will continue on the next page. The best corollary I could think of in English to keep up that pun is a stolen piece won in a chess game that is the color black.)

13 タルタロスの"奇跡"は忘れた方がいいーんだよ…！タルタロスの"きせき"はわすれたほうがいいーんだよ…！ TARUTAROSU no "kiseki" wa wasureta hou ga ii-inda yo...! "It's best that we forget about that miracle at Tartarus...!"

14 31だよ 31 da yo "We're 31." (Note: He means their ages.)

15 いつまでも雄英2年A組じゃねぇんだよ… いつまでもゆうえい2ねんエーぐみじゃねぇんだよ… itsu made mo yuuei 2nen EE-gumi ja neenda yo... "We haven't been Class 2-A students of UA for a long time..."

1 …でもこいつは ...demo koitsu wa "...But this guy"

2 雄英生のまま死んだゆうえいせいのまましんだ yuuei-sei no mama shinda "died as a UA student."

3 俺ガッおれガッ ore GA I

4 守…違う……シガラキ… まも…ちがう……シガラキ… mamo...chigau......SHIGARAKI... protect...no......Shigaraki...

5 何故俺たちをねじ切らなかった？なぜおれたちをねじきらなかった？ naze oretachi wo nejikiranakatta? "Why didn't he cut us off?" (Note: I think he's asking why didn't Kurogiri cut them in half like he planned to do to All Might at the USJ by "turning off the portal" while All Might was halfway through it.)

6 つき落とさなかった？つきおとさなかった？ tsukiotosanakatta? "Weren't we pushed off?" (Note: He's asking why didn't Kurogiri kill them when they had been pushed off the edge of the little island on UA.)

7 …う ...u "...U"

8 誰…ドコ… だれ…ドコ… dare...DOKO... Who...where...

9 …シ…友ダ…チ… …シ…ともダ…チ… ...SHI...tomoDA...CHI... ...Shi-...frie...nd...

10 あの日俺たちはタルタロスで白の栓を引き抜いた… あのひおれたちはタルタロスでしろのせんをひきぬいた… ano hi oretachi wa TARUTAROSU de shiro no sen wo hikinuita... Literal. "That day, we pulled out the plug of white at Tartarus..." Contextual. "That day, we released a bit of a white stream inside him at Tartarus..." (Note: Like I said, this pun really does not work well in English lol. He's saying they unleashed a little stream of Shirakumo inside him that's trickling into the river that is Kurogiri. The use of the color white is a pun on the "Shira/Shiro" (which means white) in Shirakumo's name.)

11 そして混ざって壊れた…黒にどれだけ白をそそいでも真っ白にはならないそしてまざってこわれた…くろにどれだけしろをそそいでもまっしろにはならない soshite mazatte kowareta...kuro ni dore dake shiro wo sosoidemo masshiro ni wa naranai "Then it got mixed in, and he broke... No matter how much white you pour into black, it won't become pure white."

12 だが黒は逆で… だがくろはぎゃくで… daga kuro wa gyaku de... "But for black it's vice versa..."

13 だから再び動いただからふたたびうごいた dakara futatabi ugoita "That's why he moved again."

14 …わかってるよ山田… …わかってるよやまだ… ...wakatteru yo Yamada... "...I get it, Yamada..."

15 俺たちはヒーロー科の教師だおれたちはヒーローかのきょうしだ oretachi wa HIIROO-ka no kyoushi da "We are teachers in the hero department."

16 雄英生を卒業まで送り届けるゆうえいせいをそつぎょうまでおくりとどける yuuei-sei wo sotsugyou made okuri todokeru "We will deliver UA students to [their] graduation."

1 そこに soko ni "To there,"

2 原点があるのならげんてんがあるのなら genten ga aru no nara "so long as they have their origins." (Note: By origins, he means the word "origin" we've heard about a lot, especially in this arc, where one gains more strength by keeping their origin in their heart, etc.)

3 ャヤマ……ダ…… YA-YAMA......DA...... "Ya-Yama-......da......"

4 思い出が……… おもいでが……… omoide ga......... "The memories........."

1 消えてくれねえよ………！きえてくれねえよ………！ kiete kurenee yo.........! "won't disappear.........!" (Note: This is Mic referring back to his previous line where he asked for Shirakumo to remain a memory and disappear that way. He's saying Shirakumo is being stubborn and sticking around, basically.)

2 塚内さん‼︎ つかうちさん‼︎ Tsukauchi-san!! "Mr. Tsukauchi!!"

3 イレイザー！無事だったのか‼︎今までどこにイレイザー！ぶじだったのか‼︎いままでどこに IREIZAA! buji datta no ka!! ima made doko ni "Eraser! Are you all right!! Where have you been until now?"

4 物間は動けますか？ものまはうごけますか？ Monoma wa ugokemasu ka? "Can Monoma move?"

5 彼は頭を強く打って緊急搬送中だかれはあたまをつよくうってきんきゅうはんそうちゅうだ kare wa atama wo tsuyoku utte kinkyuu hansou-chuu da "He hit his head hard and is currently in emergency transport."

6 では各地戦況と稼働可能人員ではかくちせんきょうとかどうかのうじんいん de wa kakuchi senkyou to kadou kanou jin'in "Then, the various battlefields and any available personnel--"

7 その座標を教えて下さいそのざひょうをおしえてください sono zahyou wo oshiete kudasai "please tell me their coordinates."

8 座標…⁇ ざひょう…⁇ zahyou...? "Coordinates...?"

9 ーー…！じゃあ… --...! jaa... "--...! Then..."

10 ええ ee "Yes."

1 イレイザーヘッド！ドウシテココニ！ IREIZAA HEDDO! DOUSHITE KOKO NI! "Eraser Head! Why are you here!"

2 "黒霧"を使えるようになりました "くろぎり"をつかえるようになりました "Kurogiri" wo tsukaeru you ni narimashita "We can now use Kurogiri."

3 敷地外にマイクと待機していますしきちがいにマイクとたいきしています shikichi-gai ni MAIKU to taiki shite imasu "I'm on stand-by with Mic outside the premises."

4 避難警護にあたっているヒーロー防衛特化を残して集めて下さいひなんけいごにあたっているヒーローぼうえいとっかをのこしてあつめてください hinan keigo ni atatte iru HIIROO bouei tokka wo nokoshite atsumete kudasai "Heroes guarding the evacuations, please set aside defense and gather."

5 黒霧ヲ⁉︎ くろぎりヲ⁉︎ Kurogiri WO!? "Kurogiri!?"

6 手綱ハ握レナイト… たづなハにぎレナイト… tadzuna WA nigiRENAI TO... "If you can't keep a hold on the reins..."

7 どれくらい保つかわかりませんどれくらいもつかわかりません dore kurai motsu ka wakarimasen "I don't know how long he will last."

8 早急に！そうきゅうに！ soukyuu ni! "Urgently!"

1 すぐ戦線に行けるのか…⁉︎ すぐせんせんにいけるのか…⁉︎ sugu sensen ni ikeru no ka...!? "We can go to the front lines right away...!?"

2 なら俺も…！行かせてくれ…！ならおれも…！いかせてくれ…！ nara ore mo...! ikasetekure...! "If so, then me, too...! Let me go, please...!"

3 俺も…‼︎無名だけど… おれも…‼︎むめいだけど… ore mo...!! mumei dakedo... "Me, too...! I'm anonymous, but..." (Note: He may mean he has no name (i.e. hero name) instead of that he's anonymous, I don't know. I'm not familiar with Horikoshi's Barrage manga, which this character is supposedly from.)

4 ヒーローなんだ！ HIIROO nanda! "I'm a hero!"

5 一緒に戦わせてくれ！いっしょにたたかわせてくれ！ issho ni tatakawasetekure! "Let me fight with you!"

6 正門前へせいもんまえへ seimon mae e "[You were the one] in front of the main gate."

7 これ…‼︎ kore...!! "This...!!"

8 怪我したヒーローに…！渡せねえか…？けがしたヒーローに…！わたせねえか…？ kega shita HIIROO ni...! watasenee ka...? "To an injured hero...! Could you pass this on to one...?"

9 ーーありがとう………！ --arigatou.........! "--Thank you.........!"

1 戦いは既にほぼ制圧完了している！たたかいはすでにほぼせいあつかんりょうしている！ tatakai wa sude ni hobo seiatsu kanryou shite iru! "As for the battle, suppression [of the villains] has already almost been completed!"

2 今各地で継戦可能な者をあたっている！いまかくちでけいせんかのうなものをあたっている！ ima kakuchi de keisen kanou na mono wo atatte iru! "Now we are looking for people in various places who can continue to fight!"

3 残すところは国立多古場競技場ーーー… のこすところはこくりつたこばきょうぎじょうーーー… nokosu tokoro wa kokuritsu takoba kyougijou---... "The only remaining place is the Takoba National Stadium---..."

4 面制圧と長持久戦で犯罪史に名を残すダツゴクめんせいあつとちょうじきゅうせんではんざいしになをのこすダツゴク men seiatsu to chouji kyuusen de hansaishi ni na wo nokosu DATSUGOKU "The jailbreaker who leaves his name in the history of criminals when it comes to surface control and long endurance battles."

5 嬰兒樹ギャシュリーえいじじゅギャシュリー eiji-ju GYASHURII "Baby Tree Gashly." (Note: I am horrifyingly confident in this translation. Via some WILD search engine shenaningans, @bakuhatsufallinlove (yes I'm tagging you here to immortalize this ABSOLUTELY WILD RIDE) and I discovered that this villain's name is a combination of titles of the children's books The Baby Tree by Sophie Blackall, a book about where babies come from, and The Gashlycrumb Tinies: or, After the Outing by Edward Gorey, a gothic alphabet book in which all the named children die untimely, grisly deaths. Horikoshi, WHY? DID YOU BUY THESE BOOKS FOR YOUR NEPHEW OR SOMETHING?)

1 アッヒャアーーーー!!! AHHYAA----!!! "Ah-hyah----!!!"

2 助けに来たよおおお‼︎ たすけにきたよおおお‼︎ tasuke ni kita yoooo!! "We've come to heeelp!!"

3 そして soshite "And then..."

4 分断作戦ぶんだんさくせん bundan sakusen "Division operation"

5 フェーズ３ FEEZU 3 "Phase 3."

1 奪われにきたかうばわれにきたか ubaware ni kita ka "Did you come to [have your quirks] stolen?"

2 先生…！せんせい…！ sensei...! "Teacher...!"

3 動いたらだめだうごいたらだめだ ugoitara dame da "Don't move."

4 ーー…腕ーー…うで --...ude "--...Your arms,"

5 失ってどのくらいだうしなってどのくらいだ ushinatte dono kurai da "how long ago did you lose them?

6 …わかりません…どのくらい…時間が経っていたか… …わかりません…どのくらい…じかんがたっていたか… ...wakarimasen...dono kurai...jikan ga tatte ita ka... "...I don't know...how much...time passed..."

7 心の中で… こころのなかで… kokoro no naka de... "[when we were] inside his heart..."

8 …AFOは完全に死柄木のモノになっていた… …オール・フォー・ワンはかんぜんにしがらきのモノになっていた… ...OORU FOO WAN wa kanzen ni Shigaraki no MONO ni natte ita... ...All For One had completely become Shigaraki's [property]... (Note: I think he means the AFO quirk is now 100% Shigaraki's.)

1 雄英でのAFOは棺でのオール・フォー・ワンは hitsugi (kanji: yuuei) no OORU FOO WAN wa The AFO at the coffin (read as: UA)

2 抵抗する死柄木を押さえつけて統合したと嘯いてただけだったていこうするしがらきをおさえつけてとうごうしたとうそぶいてただけだった teikou suru Shigaraki wo osaetsukete tougou shita to usobuiteta dake datta was only boasting that he had suppressed and integrated the resisting Shigaraki.

3 死柄木は違う… しがらきはちがう… Shigaraki wa chigau... It was different with Shigaraki...

4 AFOは…完全に取り込まれて消えていた… オール・フォー・ワンは…かんぜんにとりこまれてきえていた… OORU FOO WAN wa...kanzen ni torikomarete kiete ita... All For One...was completely absorbed and disappeared...

5 だから転弧の心をうった時に共に砕けている筈… だからてんこのこころをうったときにともにくだけているはず… dakara Tenko no kokoro wo utta toki ni tomo ni kudakete iru hazu... That's why when I hit Tenko's heart they should have both crumbled together.

6 なんなんだこいつは……！ nannanda koitsu wa......! What the heck is this guy......!

7 相澤せんせ…！あいざわせんせ…！ Aizawa-sensei...! "Aizawa-sensei...!"

8 エリちゃ… ERI-cha... "Eri-cha-..."

9 先生たちは…私を危ないとこにぜったい連れてかないってせんせいたちは…わたしをあぶないとこにぜったいつれてかないって sensei-tachi wa...watashi wo abunai toko ni zettai tsuretekanai tte "The teachers...they said they absolutely won't take me to any place where it's dangerous."

10 わかってるの…だから… wakatteru no...dakara... "I understand... That's why..."

11 これ kore "This."

12 デクさんに持ってってデクさんにもってって DEKU-san ni mottette "Please take it to Mr. Deku."

1 角を折ったのか⁉︎なんて事…どうやって…！つのをおったのか⁉︎なんてこと…どうやって…！ tsuno wo otta no ka!? nante koto...dou yatte...! "Did you break off your horn!? Such a thing...how did you...!"

2 お願いしておねがいして onegai shite "I asked"

3 協力してもらったのきょうりょくしてもらったの kyouryoku shite moratta no "for someone to help me do it."

4 エクトプラズム！ EKUTOPURAZUMU! "Ectoplasm!"

5 スマナイダガ… SUMANAI DAGA... "I'm sorry, but..."

6 コノ子ハ君ノ合理性ト非合理性ヲ良ク学ンデイルコノこハきみノごうりせいトひごうりせいヲよクまなンデイル KONO ko WA kimi NO kourisei TO higou risei WO yoKU manaNDE IRU "this child is learning your rationality and irrationality well."

7 先生たちと力の使い方をお勉強したからわかるのせんせいたちとちからのつかいかたをおべんきょうしたからわかるの sensei-tachi to chikara no tsukaikata wo obenkyou shita kara wakaru no "Because I studied how to use my power with my teachers, I understand."

8 きっとこうしたって力は使える…！だってこれは私だものきっとこうしたってちからはつかえる…！だってこれはわたしだもの kitto koushita tte chikara wa tsukaeru...! datte kore wa watashi da mono "I'm sure that you can use my power like this...! Because this is a [piece] of me."

9 だがそんな乱暴にしたら… だがそんならんぼうにしたら… daga sonna ranbou ni shitara... "But if you do something this reckless..."

10 "個性"自体に傷が "こせい"じたいにきずが "kosei" jitai ni kizu ga "your quirk itself will be damaged."

11 オールマイトさんの時もかっちゃんさんの時もこうしたかったけどできなかったの！オールマイトさんのときもかっちゃんさんのときもこうしたかったけどできなかったの！ OORU MAITO-san no toki mo Kacchan-san no toki mo koushitakatta kedo dekinakatta no! "I wanted to do something like this for Mr. All Might and Mr. Kacchan, but I couldn't!"

12 私わたし watashi "I"

13 お歌したいのおうたしたいの outa shitai no "want to sing."

14 先生せんせい sensei "Teacher,"

15 私デクさんたちに楽しくしてもらったからわたしデクさんたちにたのしくしてもらったから watashi DEKU-san-tachi ni tanoshiku shitemoratta kara "because Mr. Deku and the others made it so I would have fun,"

16 今日終わったらデクさんたちにきょうおわったらデクさんたちに kyou owattara DEKU-san-tachi ni "after today is over, for Mr. Deku and the others--"

17 お歌するのおうたするの outa suru no "I will sing."

1 だから… dakara... So...

2 ちょっとしかなくっても chotto shika nakuttemo even if it's only a little bit [of me],

3 私も戦わせて！わたしもたたかわせて！ watashi mo tatakawasete! please let me fight too!

4 エネルギーガ充分ニ溜マッテイナイエネルギーガじゅうぶんニたマッテイナイ ENERUGII GA juubun NI taMATTE INAI "Not enough energy has been stored."

5 コノ場合ホボ意味ハナクコノばあいホボいみハナク KONO baai HOBO imi WA NAI "In this case, it has no almost meaning."

6 巻キ戻ルスピードモ時間モ極メテ僅カまキもどルスピードモじかんモきわメテわずカ maKImodoRU SUPIIDO MO jikan MO kiwaMETE wazuka "The rewind speed and time are both extremely small."

7 せいぜい２〜３分ぶん程度だろうせいぜい２〜３ぷんぶんていどだろう seizei 2~3pun bun-teido darou At most, it will probably take about 2-3 minutes.

8 お歌おうた outa "[Her] song."

9 聴くまで死ねないぞきくまでしねないぞ kiku made shinenai zo "I won't die until I hear it."

1 皆もきっと…オイラと一緒だよな… みんなもきっと…オイラといっしょだよな… minna mo kitto...OIRA to issho da yo na... "I'm sure everyone...is with me on this..."

2 もう動けねーって思ってても…緑谷が頑張ってっとよォもううごけねーっておもってても…みどりやががんばってっとよォ mou ugokenee tte omottetemo...Midoriya ga ganbatte tto yoO "Even though I thought I couldn't move anymore...I thought, 'Midoriya is trying his best!'"

3 体動いちまうんだよなァ‼︎ からだうごいちまうんだよなァ‼︎ karada ugoichimaunda yo naA!! "And my body went and moved!!"

tagline AFOの前に立ちはだかる…！オール・フォー・ワンのまえにたちはだかる…！ OORU FOO WAN no mae ni tachihadakaru...! In front of All For One, standing in his way...!

#my hero academia leak translations #mha 420 #bnha 420 #my hero academia manga spoilers #final arc spoilers #baby tree gashly...you bastard #i will never know rest again #wait a minute is mineta foreshadowing kacchan's return on that last page or--

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A story of witch

Happy Valentine day !

As a gift, here a looooooooong Morpheus x female reader.

Careful, some spoilers here, from the comics and so maybe from season 2.

Time had a different hold on witches.

A certain influence, because contrary to common beliefs, nothing escaped time and nothing was perfectly eternal, but it slipped over them as long as they decided, and had enough magic to repel its effects.

Y/N had already been walking on Earth for several centuries when she met Morpheus.

She had heard many legends about the Endless. Rumors. Lots of warnings, especially regarding Dream, who was described as a changeable, dangerous, angry and resentful being.

Her many sisters whispered to each other that becoming his lover was as much a gift as a curse. He would offer you the whole world on a platter, he would do everything to please you, and then one day, without warning, you would no longer suit him, you would do something wrong according to him, the feelings would no longer be as strong, and then misfortune would strike you.

The king would always find a way to blame you for this new emotional failure. Then you risked Hell, endless nightmares, eternal sleep.

Too much hassle for little benefit.

Y/N didn’t think about any of that when she met Morpheus. Neither to the wonders he could offer her, nor to the torments he risked inflicting on her.

For a witch, some might have thought that she was young, still naive, far too in love with her books and grimoires, fascinated by stories, and therefore vulnerable to the charms of the dreams master.

She didn't think she would fall in love. Neither did he. The mourning of his marriage and his child were still recent, for a being such as him. Y/N had barely been born when this tragedy had happened.

The subject was not brought up, like none of his former lovers. Morpheus did not forget, he never forgot, but when a new relationship began, he did not look back to compare with the previous ones.

No doubt it was a mistake on his part, who then never learned from his mistakes.

Y/N hadn’t had as many relationships as him. Witches have the luxury of immortality, and they knew the consequences of it. Bonding with mortals wasn't a good idea, even less so with their peers. Too risky. Too dangerous.

Attempting to see the future in dreams could have been described with the same words. Y/N was taking the risk of being punished by two Endless, Destiny and Dream.

But Destiny never interfered in anything, and Dream was intrigued by the little witch, asking her not to repeat her experiments, but welcoming her into his domain.

As they walked in his garden, the inhabitants of the Dreaming knew before them what was going to happen.

"Your flowers are beautiful. Everything is beautiful here."

“Would you like to see my library ?”

"Oh, I'd love to ! But you must have a lot to do, I don't want to bother you more than necessary."

"You don't bother me, mikri magissa. You are welcome here."

It took a while for Y/N to realize that they were getting closer. The courting of the king of stories was subtle, ethereal like him, full of poems and tenderness while doing without many words far too heavy with meaning, and at the same time far too limited to convey all the ardor of their love.

Because they loved each other, there was no doubt about it. The end of their story came quickly, although to a mortal three centuries seemed like a lot. At the same time, those who knew Morpheus well could testify that this was quite a long time for a relationship with him. But as always with his relationships, there had to be an end.

“I’m just saying he’s not wrong.”

"You don't know what you're talking about, o mágos mou. This man is insane and I'm not lonely."

“However, I have felt you far from me for some time now. Perhaps forever.”

"Don't I love you more than anything ? Haven't I shown you my love on many occasions ?"

"I don't know. It's difficult for me to know with you, immutable and yet so variable. Sometimes you give so much, too much, and sometimes not enough, if it's not nothing. There is no middle ground with you. Probably not with me either. It's possible that I'll ask you impossible things."

“Nothing is impossible for me.”

“Yet you refuse to speak, to really speak. You flee this kind of discussion, as you fled the friendship of this man.”

“Don’t push me, Agápe μου.”

Y/N left the Dreaming that night knowing she wasn’t coming back. Morpheus' indifference to her departure could have been seen as fortunate, but it hurt her deeply. He didn't try to catch her, he didn't try to punish her either.

Even though it seemed obvious after several weeks that he would not pursue her, neither in her dreams nor in the Waking, Y/N took precautions to prevent their paths from crossing again. Using several spells, rituals, amulets and ancient seals, she ensured that her mind was cut off from the realm of her former lover.

This protection proved very useful when the sleeping sickness arrived.

Like the rest of the world, Y/N didn't immediately understand what was happening. She knew Dream enough to know that he would never neglect his work like that, that he would not abandon his position unless forced to do so, and that despite all the cruelty and resentment he was capable of, he would never do such a thing to the dreamers.

Something had happened, but she didn't know what.

Too afraid of what he could do to her if she went into the Dreaming, or what could happen to her sleep without the protections, Y/N didn't try to find out. It wasn't her business anyway, since they were no longer together and the fate of humanity wasn't part of her responsibilities.

Time continued to pass, and she still tried to help mortals when she could, with potions and incantations to help them sleep, or on the contrary wake up, ensuring that their nights were not entirely nightmares.

But this was difficult, because she was not the master of dreams. Without knowing it, she came very close to Morpheus the day her steps led her near a mansion with dark, gloomy energies, which she did not wish to approach too closely. However, there was something, abandoned under a tree near the property, which attracted her with strong force.

The body of a raven. A raven different from the others, a dream. Jessamy. Someone had shot her and she lay there, lifeless, far from her creator, far from her home.

Y/N took the poor thing with her. Necromancy being prohibited, it was not good to anger Death, and the existence of dreams being a complex thing, she did the only thing in her power, to offer a decent burial to the little emissary whom she had loved very much and who had often helped her control Morpheus' moods.

When collective sleep returned to normal, there were no signs. Nothing that made it possible to understand what had happened. Curious by nature, the witch repeated to herself that she should not try to understand. The rumors would spread quickly.

She heard about Burgess. Whispers recounted the long confinement of the maker of nightmares, who had taken revenge before setting off in search of his stolen instruments in order to rebuild his kingdom. Twice he went to the Underworld, he faced a Vortex, he fell in love. Nothing really new, just the same story over and over again.

Y/N didn’t want to know any of this, but the choice wasn’t hers. One of her sisters came to visit without being invited, and to ask her advice.

“I don’t see how I can help you, big sister.”

"You have experienced what I am experiencing. Tell me how to escape from Oneiros, because I no longer wish to see him and he does not seem ready to accept it."

The rumors had not mentioned the fact that Morpheus had fallen in love with a witch again. Older than Y/N, more powerful, crueler too, because Thessaly had little interest in things of the heart.

" … I repeat, I'm not sure I can help you. Make sure you don't inspire him with any more feelings and you'll be free."

"Sweet little sister, he still loves you and yet he left you alone. I'm asking for this."

"He doesn't love me. He didn't love me for a long time when I left."

"We argued often and each time my wing of the castle was razed and then rebuilt under his orders. There is no trace of his former companions left in all of the Dreaming. None, except you. He did not touch your room. He denied me access to it. He recreated it with everything else after his return. Can you tell me that doesn't mean anything ?"

Y/N didn’t respond. She didn't know what to answer, she didn't know about all this. Her eldest whispered that she was almost jealous. Many times she had wondered if she had gotten his attention because of their similarities, because she reminded him of his lost love.

It might be a good idea for her younger sister to discuss it with the Lord of Dreams.

"Or not. That would allow me to slip away without him probably noticing, but I can't wish harm on one of ours. I'll find a way."

This time, Y/N closed herself off to the whispers, not wanting to know if Thessaly had found this way.

Part of her wished the best for the lord of stories, who had suffered far too much in the last century despite all his wrongs, and who did not deserve to receive another injury. Another part didn't like knowing the older witch was with Dream.

She was afraid for her sister, and she was afraid for Morpheus, whose fickle heart was more fragile than he wanted to admit. The consequences were likely to be terrible for everyone.

Filled with memories, Y/N wanted to visit Jessamy’s grave. A powerful spell had hidden it from the eyes of the world, to prevent it from being desecrated, and she wondered if she had not made a mistake in doing so, for it was possible that Morpheus had never known where his faithful emissary rested.

But the magic of ravens was special, these beings knew things, and she shouldn't have been surprised to find one of them on the tree that protected the location.

"Good morning." she said politely, making new flowers appear near the grave.

"Hi. Do we know each other ? I feel like I know you."

"I don't think we've ever met. You're Dream's new raven."

"Yeah, Matthew. I don't know why I'm here. I'm sort of drawn to it, and Lucienne told me to follow my instincts for this sort of thing, but I don't understand. Are you the one calling me ?"

“I think it’s more your predecessor that you are feeling.”

"Jessamy ? Oh… The boss thought her body was destroyed or something. Were you the one who buried her ? That's nice of you. You don't look really surprised to see a talking raven. I feel like I'm supposed to know you. You seem important."

"Not really, no."

"The boss could tell me but he's busy at the moment. He's accompanying his sister on a quest. Good, it's keeping him busy. It's been raining too much since his break up, it's been days. Merv told me that it was almost always like that, frankly it's painful to watch. The time with this Nada, the time with his ex-wife, the time with another witch… I don't know what he has with witches. I didn't like her at all, she was mean."

“It rained in the Dreaming when I left ?” Y/N couldn’t help but ask, surprised by the news.

Before that day, she had always believed that her departure had had no impact. A total, cold indifference, showing that she no longer mattered. But Thessaly had talked about her room, and Matthew had talked about the rain, and Y/N didn't know what to think at all now.

She had left Morpheus because of his inability to communicate, the distance he put between himself and the whole world. His grand declarations of love always seemed hollow, lacking something.

Maybe he had changed. He would never have allowed his emissary to speak as Matthew did, who was moving around on his tree asking a thousand questions about the relationship between his boss and Y/N. He even allowed himself to order her to leave, because he really didn't need Dream falling into depression again by seeing her through his eyes.

"He's got enough problems, he… Oh. Oh, no. I feel it, he's there. Shit, shit, shit. I have to go !"

Years without any news and within moments Y/N hearing about her former lover almost every day. Until someone came to her door and she found herself face to face with Morpheus.

He seemed embarrassed. He had always been awkward in the waking world, out of place, because dreams hardly survived in reality. But there was something else. He would never have bothered to knock before. He would have come into her house to say what he had to say, demanding that she listen to him, and agree with him at the end.

Without saying anything, he observed her as if he were seeing her for the first time, turning his gaze towards her bedroom, the door of which was surrounded by several symbols used to repel dreams and nightmares. Y/N expected this to make him angry. He had already not liked her touching his domain when they first met.

"I thought you followed my sister into the sunless lands…" he whispered, looking down. "I no longer felt your presence in the Dreaming. I didn't think you were running away from me. It didn't seem to me that I gave you reasons to run away."

“I wasn’t sure you’d be happy to see me again.”

"I have waited a long time for the day when I would have the joy of seeing your sweet face again. It never came, but I am the one responsible for it. You were right about Hob Gadling, You were right about many things but I didn't listen, and I lost you. It was one of my greatest regrets."

“Why are you talking like that ?” Y/N asked as she approached, their hands almost touching.

"Mikri magissa, so much has happened. I am at a crossroads, with a big decision to make. I admit to being afraid, and you give me courage."

“Maybe I can help you ?”

"Even if you could, I wouldn't ask you. The search for my little sister is dangerous, a lot of blood has been shed since we left in search of our brother and I couldn't bear to see it happen to you. I had agreed to help her to see someone again, without understanding that it was you I secretly wanted to see, and now I must find a way to console my sister, disappointed by my lack of investment. But the only way we have left is one that I dare not name."

Y/N had briefly met Morpheus' family, including Destruction and Delirium.

The prodigal had spoken to her little before his retirement, but he had seemed tired, reaching the limits of his functions and no longer seeing the point of remaining with all the inventions of mortals and immortals which fulfilled his role perfectly without he needs to intervene. His siblings did not understand his decision.

One of the most affected by his departure had been Delirum, very close to his brother, who would have given anything for a family reunion.

"If this means your downfall, I can't believe Delirium would ask such a thing of you." Y/N said indignantly, not daring to come any closer. “There must be something else.”

"I don't think my younger sister is aware of what she's asking of me, nor do I think it's possible for me to go any other way without putting someone else in danger. I just came to see you, and thank you for what you did for Jessamy, and for the dreamers during my absence. I hadn't seen all these acts of kindness. But maybe it's you who didn't want to see me again. Not with my behavior. Oh, mágos mou… I so wanted to be better for you, but I could only change by going through all these trials, and for that I had to lose you."

It felt like goodbye, and Y/N didn’t like it. By definition, the Endless had no end, at least not while there was life in the universe. Without thinking, she placed her hand on Dream's cheek. He usually hated it, being touched, especially without permission, but he closed his eyes with a happy sigh, pressing his skin against hers.

Asking him if he was okay seemed stupid, but the question left her lips, and when his eyes opened again, they had a strange glow. He muttered that no one had asked him that question since his release. It was almost years ago. In truth, no one had asked him that question, even before he was captured.

Like he said, it could be because he had changed, and he didn't really deserve to be asked if he was okay before. And now that he was making an effort, that he was understanding, that he was improving, it was too late.

"I'll find a way. I'll talk to your sister."

“Delirium has always loved you.” he sighed. "My whole family, I think. I never noticed that our relationship is the only one that Desire hasn't tried to sabotage. But maybe they knew that I would sabotage it on my own."

“Let me talk to her.”

Much to Morpheus' surprise, his younger sister listened to Y/N. She even seemed to become Delight again for a moment, as the witch promised to find Destruction, even if it would take time. She just had to be patient, but also accept that it was possible that their brother didn't want to be found.

It was his decision to leave, as it was her decision to change, and Dream's decision to stay the same. But if she asked him to continue their quest, horrible things could happen, and she might lose another member of her family.

"… Okay. But you promise to look ?"

“I swear on our mother’s first ledger.”

"Several people have died trying to help us, Delirium… It's not safe to…"

"Oh, shut up. You'll be with her to protect her, you didn't care about the others. You're probably happy that Y/N came back. I'm happy too, she's nice, you two were good together. If you find our brother, then everything will be perfect."

Several spells, formulas and sacrifices were necessary to find the trail of the Prodigal, or Destruction took pity on them by inviting them to join him, but they talked, and as Y/N had predicted, he did not wish to return, but he entrusted them with a dog to give to his little sister.

Before disappearing between the stars, he took his big brother by the hand, walking together near the cliff, and whispering something to him.

"What did he say ?" Y/N couldn’t help but ask.

"He told me not to make the same mistakes and to think about myself for once. Not about my position, not about my kingdom, about nothing but me, and about you. O mágos mou, it's been a long time, but if you…"

The kiss cut him off in the middle of his question, time seemed to stop, and it was as if they had never left each other.

#sandman #the sandman #dream of the endless #morpheus #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless imagine #dream of the endless fanfiction #morpheus x reader

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baby its cold outside full id under the cut! finally finished this after struggling with it for a while

[ ID: four digital comic pages of eiji and ankh from kamen rider ooo. page one, panel one shows ankh standing outside a convenience store leaning against a railing and eating an ice pop. panel two. eiji exists the store, holding a bag as he says "mou, ankhuuu-" while ankh looks over his shoulder at him. panel three. eiji approaches ankh, who looks at him with a blank expression. eiji says, "its too cold to still be eating ice cream!" with a concerned look on his face. panel four. a close up on ankhs face, as he ducks his head and scowls while saying "tsk". in the right bottom corner of the page we see a close up of eiji beginning to remove his scarf. throughout the comic the scarf is red while the rest of the panels are mostly black and white.

page two. panel one shows eiji still removing his scarf standing in front of ankh, he says "here". panel two shows eiji putting the scarf around ankhs neck, ankh has a surprised expression and says "eh?". below the panels in the bottom of the page ankh and eiji stand together, eiji fixing the scarf around ankhs neck with a tender look on his face. ankh looks up at eiji, seeming vulnerable. around the page snow has begun to fall. page three. at the top of the page, we see ankh and eiji standing together from above as snow continues to fall and eiji finishes fixing the scarf for ankh. he pats ankhs chest next to the scarf and says, "there." panel one. a close up of ankhs face, his mouth is covered by the scarf and he stares intently at eiji. panel two. a close up of eijis face, looking just as intently back at ankh, his expression has a hint of hope in it. both of them are blushing and have trails of their breath shown in the frozen air in the past two panels. at the bottom of the page we see them standing together again, eiji has leaned closer with his hands still on ankhs chest as they stare at each other blushing in the snow. page four. panel one. hina has exited the store and she looks over at ankh and eiji with a knowing and amused expression, she asks, "are you two coming?". ankh and eiji jump in surprise and turn away from each other, looking embarrassed. eiji is blushing with his arms spread out stiffly, looking away and yelling, "y-yes!" while ankh looks away with his face hidden in the scarf. panel two. eiji, hina, and ankh walk home in the snow. eiji is looking off to the left, holding his grocery bag and blushing slightly. hina is looking over at ankh with an amused smile. ankh has one hand in his pocket and the other hand raised to touch the edge of the scarf around his mouth, he looks down with a vulnerable expression and is blushing. /END ID]

#kamen rider ooo #hino eiji #ankh kamen rider ooo #izumi hina #ankheiji

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my-anime-goods · 5 months

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Maou Gakuin no Futekigousha II (The Misfit of Demon King Academy II) and Tantei wa Mou, Shindeiru. (The Detective Is Already Dead) - New goods by Azumaker with new illustrations announced for Comic Market 103

#maohgakuin #maou gakuin no futekigousha #the misfit of demon king academy #tanmoshi #the detective is already dead #misha necron #sasha necron #siesta #azumaker #c103

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ezlo-x · 7 months

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So like… you have Vaati in your au, right? Is he an antagonist and if so at what point does he start problems?

ok...so I finally get to talk abt this

a while back when I was still in the early stages of my comic I got myself thinking about the story and how I'll write the antagonists, Malice King, Kohga, and Vaati. However the more I thought about it I realized that I had more story for Malice King and Kohga than for Vaati. It was tricky for me to think of a role Vaati would do, all ideas I had fit much better for Malice King or for Kohga.

Ultimately I decided to scrap Vaati out of my au WHICH IS A SHAME love that little mous but I feel like it was already too much going one having 3 antagonists in my story. I don't have the talent to write three bad guys at once, and realizing Vaati got the short end of the stick when thinking up of ideas I ultimately decided it was best to scrap them out of my au

Im so sorry Vaati Nation </3

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birbliophile · 2 years

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When I was like, 12 I discovered Myths of Unova, a Pokemon White nuzlocke comic by ky-nim that has incredible lore, characters, and art that concluded a while back. Episode Grey, a sequel series that came out recently, seems to be on hiatus while the author is doing med school but nonetheless I still love this series and uhhhh I wrote fanfic for it lol. Spoilers for supplementary lore content and the end of the comic series! I also kind of made up an Ancient Unovan oc that isn’t in existing lore for the purposes of this fic so it’s not entirely MoU canon compliant.

@kynimdraws I hope you like this! MoU is my favorite nuzlocke comic and it brought me so much joy as a teenager and now, and the lore is beautiful! I spent a lot of time rereading the lore posts on the MoU blog for this too, so much fun.

The General’s Memory

“Huh. Hey N? Can you take a look at this?” N walked over to Hawes, who was bent over the table examining a number of heavily yellowed pages.

“Yeah, what is it?”

“This looks to be handwritten in Ancient Unovan, and I can’t make out the letters very well. Do you think you could give it a go?”

N slipped on the offered pair of gloves and gently picked up a page, passing a magnifying glass over it. “It’s a bit faint, but I think I can read it. It says…”

He faltered. Hawes frowned and moved towards the younger man in concern.

“You okay?”

N blinked and shook his head. “Yeah, no, I’m fine. It just…one of the words at the top of the page says ‘Kyuvos.’”

“Kyuvos?” Hawes’ eyes widened. “That name was on that reconstructed family tree that Lenora’s working on, right?”

N nodded. “I…he was Reshai’s son. My direct ancestor. And this…” he scanned the page. “This can’t have been written by him, but it must be from someone who knew him. His name comes up frequently.”

“I think this one might be the first page,” Hawes offered, holding up a page with a larger heading in the center in the same handwriting as the others. N took it and squinted at the text.

“It says…’Memories’. And then there’s a name underneath. Presta…Praestig…Praestigia. Oll…no, Illi? Illee..that’s an n sound, so Illene. Illene Praestigia.”

He frowned thoughtfully. “Kyuvos’ wife was named Aris Praestigia.”

“A relative then?” Hawes suggested.

“Maybe.” N glanced over the other pages. “I think this is the next one.”

He began to read aloud, slowly and carefully.

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I was not yet thirteen years old when the Great War ended. Truly even as I look back on those times at my current age, most of the finer details are quite hazy. But I remember the smell of flowers strewn in the streets, the joyous cries of human and Pokémon alike. And the purple drapery hung over every window in mourning for the two kings.

I remember holding my younger sister’s hand as we stood in line with our parents and countless other nobles, waiting for our turn to pay respects. Former enemies cried with one another, murmuring their prayers as the scent of chrysanthemums filled the air.

When we reached the royals, our parents made us bow in respect. His Highness Lord Navos Decretia thanked us for our attendance in the quiet, dignified manner that I would come to associate with him during my service to the Royal Family. Her Highness Lady Lilion Roburia then thanked us for the flowers we had brought, and my father said something about condolences that I do not recall.

The boy then called Prince Kyuvos, my younger by five years, barely spared us a glance. His gaze kept wandering to the side, where a frankly enormous pile of flowers was forming over twin empty graves.

Prince Remil however nodded his head to my parents, and then to myself and my sister. Aris suddenly let go of my hand and ran forward, pushing the daisies she had picked on our way there into both Princes’ hands.

My father began to scold her, but Prince Kyuvos suddenly spoke, thanking Aris for the gift. She nodded, head down as she returned to my side. I think she was a little scared to be there. She was only six years old, after all.

“Who will be King now?” She asked Mother when the ceremony had concluded.

“Prince Kyuvos is next in line,” Mother said solemnly.

“That poor boy will carry the weight of this legacy for the rest of his life,” Father murmured.

“All by himself?” Aris asked, looking back at the royal family standing over the grave.

“He will have his family,” Mother said. “It will be alright.”

Dear Aris, my sweet younger sister. If it is you who is reading this after I have returned to the Dragon Force, please do not judge me too harshly when I say sometimes I wish Father had chosen another man for you.

Do not mistake my words, I loved Kyuvos as I would a brother, and the betrothal and wedding was a wonderful celebration as the region was recovering from the war. But I would have traded my own life if the tragedy surrounding him were not to have fallen on my sister’s shoulders, all the whispers and the jeers.

When the Twin Dragons began to ravage the land, I had just turned thirty and three years old. Young to be a general, at least that’s what many would comment in private.

Bless Elyias, for though I could never be the wife he deserved, he understood my calling was to defend our people with the sword rather than the written word, as was his style. I promised him I would not leave the capital until our son was a man in his own right, but war does not care for such oaths.

It would be far worse for my Kings, however. Remil - now King Remil I should say, was not yet betrothed when we went to battle against his father and uncle. But it had hardly been a month since the joy of Aris and Kyuvos’ wedding when disaster struck.

I do not wish to recount everything I saw in those times. But I became sick to the heavens of purple, so much that one morning when I saw myself in the mirror, I took my own sword and struck at the long violet locks surrounding my face, the hair my mother had so loved.

Kyuvos and Remil were quite surprised when I showed up to the war council that day with my hair shorn to just below my ears. Remil was too polite to say anything, but Kyuvos later jokingly told me I reminded him a little of the portraits of his grandmother King Asha. I am still not sure if I like the comparison.

The night before we were to set out to confront the dragons for the last time, I received a letter from Aris. The messenger who delivered it to my tent said he’d been told to spare no time in its conveyance, and instantly I became struck with fear that something had happened to our parents.

Imagine to my surprise then when the letter revealed that both were in good health, but I was to become an aunt! My first thought was that Erien would be delighted - he’d always wanted a younger sibling, but one pregnancy had been almost unbearable for me. A cousin would do just fine.

My joy at the news was sorely tempered by the next lines of the letter.

Illene, I beg of you not to tell Kyuvos. Or Remil, or anyone for that matter. I have not even told Mother - only the nurses know. I will start showing in a month or two, but if Kyuvos is to leave his mission now then I fear the worst for our homeland.

Were it not for my deep affection for Aris and loyalty to my people, I likely would have marched straight over to Kyuvos’ tent and demanded that he return to my sister’s side right then and there, rampaging dragon-kings be damned. But instead I bit my lip and finished reading the message.

My dear sister, I hate to ask more of you after all you have shouldered to protect Unova, but my heart begs this request. Look out for Kyuvos. I know you already do as his general, but as his sister-in-law, promise me you will make sure he is careful. Should my child grow up missing a parent as Kyuvos did, my heart would not withstand the grief.

Dear Aris, when did you grow up? It seems as if only yesterday you were struggling to walk as I played at knight with stripped tree branches in our parents’ garden.

But a promise is a promise, even if one cannot hear it spoken aloud. In the quiet of that evening, by the glow of my lantern, I swore I would protect Kyuvos not as my King, but my brother-in-law, with my sword, my shield, and my life.

Kyuvos survived the next day. The same could not be said for Remil.

Reader, if Aris you are not, there is something you must understand about Kyuvos Harmonia. As harsh a hand life had dealt him, he always tried to see the light in the storm. He was always full of hope that his and Remil’s mission would be seen to its end, and would tell us about things we would do after the ritual was completed.

“Parent and Father will dote on Aris and our children,” he said fondly one night as we played a game of chess. “Remil will be married and have children of his own, and Uncle Zekrias will carry all the little ones on his shoulders. You and Aunt Lilion will teach them the art of the sword, and the castle will be filled to the brim with such joy and laughter as have never been seen before.”

For the ritual to go so horribly wrong, for the cousin Kyuvos loved as a younger brother to be taken from him, I believe it broke something in him. I have not heard him laugh or speak of such soft wishes since that day.

Remil would never be married. Never have children, never dote on his nieces and nephews or watch me teach them to fight. I watched as Kyuvos wrapped his cousin’s broken and bloody body in his own snow white cape, head hanging low as he clutched Remil in his arms.

I knelt to the ground, and all behind me followed, bowing our heads in silence for our fallen King.

Kyuvos lifted Remil up and began to carry him back. I rose to meet him, the chill of the wind a frosty bite at the back of my neck. He did not say anything, only looked at me with an expression of emptiness I had never seen on him before.

In the days immediately after Remil’s death, it was I who gave the orders, who oversaw the gathering of the wounded and dead, who took the lead as we marched home. Kyuvos did not speak once until we were at the gates of the capital. He had been by the cart that contained Remil this whole time.

“What will I say to Auntie?” was all I heard before he fell silent once more.

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“N? Hey, are you still with us?”

N blinked and looked up at Hawes. “I…yeah. It’s just…”

“A lot, huh,” Hawes smiled kindly. N nodded.

“She…they all suffered so much. All because of the dragons…and I released both of them.”

Hawes frowned. “You were manipulated, and you made a mistake. In the end, no one was seriously hurt.”

“But they could have been,” N murmured. “Zekrias…he killed his own son. What if when I’d summoned Zekrom, Nina…”

He trailed off. Hawes took off his archival gloves and put his hands on N’s shoulders.

“It’s okay, N. Nina’s alive, you’re alive. And you’re doing better. You’re honoring your ancestors by helping to preserve their memory. I’d say that’s something to be proud of.” He smiled.

“…Thanks, Mr. Hawes.”

Hawes patted N’s shoulder. “Anytime. Now, shall we go catalogue the journal in the official records?”

N nodded. “Sounds good.”

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YOU’RE IT FOR ME: MOONLIGHT EPILOGUE

summary: you know who this person is, you think. you’ve seen him multiple times in your dreams and it’s been happening since the moment that you had turned 16. however, you have never put a name to a face at all considering you’ve only woken up to the memory of his soft hums. soulmates exist for a reason, right?

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Hold Tight (5/6)

Status: Complete. Unbeta’d, we die like Hob doesn’t.

Series: The Hob Adherent series.

Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022) Includes some comics canon, and some cameos from the wider Gaiman-verse, but it’s not necessary to know to enjoy the story.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Discussions of grief and in-canon character death. Also includes some erotic content. Please curate your internet experience accordingly.

Relationships: Morpheus | Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling, Past Eleanor | Hob Gadling’s Wife/Hob Gadling (past), Hector Hall/Lyta Hall (past)

Characters: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Hob Gadling, Matthew the Raven, Desire of the Endless, Lyta Trevor-Hall, Daniel Hall, Rose Walker, Jed Walker

Summary:

Hob is tasked with his first quest as Vassal of the Endless, Morpheus is bad at using his words, Destiny thinks he’s so clever, Desire makes a confession, Rose Walker meets her Uncle’s boyfriend, and Lyta Hall punches Dream of the Endless in the nose. Or, the one where Hob Gadling turns into everyone’s therapist, and honestly, he ain’t mad about it.

Set at the end of Cling Fast - after the premiere of “Elizabethan Manor”, but before the Epilogue.

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Chapter Five

Hob saw the punch telegraphed from a mile away, and could have stopped it. He just assumed that Morpheus would stop it himself, and his intervention wouldn’t be necessary.

More fool Hob.

Morpheus tips backwards in surprise, landing hard on his arse on the ground, shock and pain warring on his aristocratic face. Hob holds out a hand to him and Morpheus bats it away, mortified.

Fine, stay on the ground then, Hob thinks genially, amused by his lover’s tantrum.

“Whatever you think he did to deserve that,” Hob says, turning to face the furious woman. "He probably did. Hi. We're supposed to be meeting Morpheus' niece and nephew, but you're a nice surprise."

It’s an utter lie, but Hob knows the value of sprinkling in little white ones occasionally.

"Nice to finally meet you in person, Dr. Gadlen. I'm Rose," says the young black woman with the multicoloured dreadlocks. She has leapt forward to keep her friend from kicking Morpheus in the head while he's down, otherwise Hob would offer her his hand. "That's my brother Jed."

Jed waves from where he's taken the stroller with the infant a good few paces away. The cherub with the wise green gaze watches all of the action with wide-eyed delight. Lyta Trevor-Hall bucks in her hold, and Rose makes an oof sound.

"Uh, Uncle Dream didn't say he was coming with you,” Jed says. He's looking warily between the two groups of adults, unsure whose side he wants to be on just yet.

"It was supposed to be a surprise," Hob says, and wiggles his fingers in a little jazz hand shimmy. "Surprise!"

"Helluva fucking surprise," Lyta snarls.

“I elpída mou, ” Morpheus burbles, wide-eyed and betrayed from where he is splayed out in the grass. Purple-black starstuff leaks from his nose.

"Oh come on," Hob says, helping Morpheus to his feet. This time Morpheus lets him. “That was funny.”

Once Hob has dusted Morpheus off, then sticks out his hand. “Hi, I’m Robert Gadlen, but you can call me Hob. And you are…?” he asks, as if he didn't already know. Polite was polite, after all.

“Lyta Trevor-Hall,” she says, so shocked by his blase gregariousness that she stops struggling. With nothing else to do, she takes his hand and shakes it.

Problem solved.

“Pleasure to meet you, Lyta,” Hob says. "And you, Rose, and Jed, and young master Hall. And now that the world’s worst family reunion has begun, why don't we find somewhere to sit down and down and use our words instead of our fists.”

“I have nothing to say to him,” Lyta spits at Morpheus.

“You don’t have to,” Hob says, and crowds Morpheus down onto the nearest park bench, putting himself between his boyfriend and his attacker. "He's surprisingly terrible at polite conversation for being the Prince of Stories."

“Hob Gadling," Morpheus says, using his full-on intimidating Dream of the Endless voice, the egocentric ponce. " Do not manhandle me–”

“Just clean your face, duckie,” Hob says sternly, but he squeezes Morpheus’ shoulder affectionately, just to let him know that he’s not mad. “Let me handle this.”

"Here, Uncle Dream,” Jed Walker says. He pulls a handful of napkins from his jacket pocket, and Morpheus takes them grumpily, and dabs at his face.

“You know what he is?” Lyta hisses at Hob. Her voice is quivering as lifts the baby in the stroller onto her hip, pressing him close against her heart. “What he did to me?”

Hob glances over his shoulder to see how Morpheus will react to that, but he’s just glaring back at the woman, face once more impassive and imperious.

“Yes. I know who and what he is." Hob tucks his hands into his pockets, rounds his shoulders, does his best to look like a harmless, non-toxic professor in a nebbish jumper. "And I’m going to go out on a limb and say it has something to do with…” he looks meaningfully, politely, at the child.

“He murdered my husband!” Lyta grinds out between clenched teeth, fury in every syllable, in the mottled flush of her face, in the tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes.

“I did not,” Morpheus says gravely.

Rose squeezes Lyta’s shoulder comfortingly, “Lyta, honey, Hector was already dead. We’ve been over this.”

“I only returned him to where he belonged.”

“You killed him,” Lyta sobs. “You could have saved him!”

At this, Morpheus does look chagrined. “I could not,” he says gently, earnestly. “No more than Rose Walker could, as a Dream Vortex. The granting of life when there was none is not within the timae of my power.”

“Hector was just a dream,” Rose says gently, leading Lyta to the bench set slightly apart from Morpheus and Hob's. “And that doesn’t make it any less real, but he couldn’t have crossed through to the Waking. I’m so sorry.”

Hob shivers, thinking of Death, and Time, and how he has clearly been luckier than this Hector Hall, whoever he was.

Jed pulls over the stroller and sits too, so the Walkers are bracketing the Halls protectively. Hob hopes that Jed hasn’t just given Lyta access to a projectile weapon. Though, he’s reasonably sure he can catch a rattle or a diaper bag before it hits either him, or his boyfriend in the head. Maybe.

“He was real, and our baby is too!” Lyta sniffs hard, unappeased and uncaring that people around them are starting to stare. “And then, do you know what that monster tells me? He says he has a right to my son, that he has a claim to him, and you expect me to just sit here and play nice when-w-when–”

"When your son is the heir,” Hob finishes gently.

Lyta stumbles to a stop, gawping at Hob. “The what? The heir to what?"

Wait, Hob thinks, catching up. Wait a minute. I thought I was the only one out of the loop but… oh my god, the tight-lipped bastard! "You didn't tell her, Morpheus?"

"What did he tell you, because he–”

“Okay, okay,” Hob says, “I think we all need to just take a breath and–”

“Is it now?” Lyta interrupts. "He threatened to come back and take my child away from me. Is that why you’re here? Well you can pry Daniel out of my cold, dead–"

“He what,” Hob says, rounding on Morpheus. “You actually said that to her?”

“My precise wording may have been–”

“You unbelievable twat!” Hob pushes away from Morpheus. He stands, fury zinging through his veins, and fists his hands on his hips or he might be tempted to punch Morpheus in the nose himself.

Morpheus immediately looks contrite. “Hob–”

“Nuh-uh, don’t you try to sweet talk me, you dickhead," Hob says. " How could you say that to her? After the whole spiel you gave me about not being able to unmake the kid, and us being the fathers of dead sons, and you… you just said that? Have you even heard of the soft approach?”

“The child is largely dreamstuff, erasti," Morpheus protests. "Without the intervention of the Endless, the child will not survive in the Waking–”

“My baby is going to die?” Lyta howls.

"Enough!" Hob snarls, and feels like seven kinds of asshole when Lyta flinches back, covering the baby's head with her hand. Daniel wails, finally picking up on the tense atmosphere, and Jed immediately leans around Lyta's arm to try to soothe him. "Enough," Hob repeats gently. "I think we all need a moment to reset, and move this conversation somewhere less public."

"My apartment is just on the other side of the park," Rose says. "If Uncle Dream can—"

"Hold the image of your home in your mind, Rose Walker," Morpheus offers, a little too eagerly, and in a swirl of sand, suddenly they're all in a cozy, well-appointed living room.

Lyta looks like she's about to be sick, and Jed immediately takes the baby from her and retreats into a bedroom that’s visible beyond an open-shelf divider. The child starts crying as soon as he's separated from his mother, fat tears rolling down fat cheeks, little frightened howls piercing Hob straight through the heart.

Lyta gags and coughs. Rose urges her towards the bathroom, but Lyta won't go.

Instead she puts her body in the doorway, between the two young fellows and Hob.

"Don't you… don't you dare use that shit on me ever again, don't you—" she says instead, hunched and advancing on Morpheus.

"I apologize," Morpheus says immediately, backing away from Lyta and her shaking, pointing finger. " I am… I am at a loss what… Hob? I do not understand the rancor with which—"

"You don't understand it?" Hob asks him, aghast. "You remember what it’s like to be a father, I know you do."

“I did not mean—of course I remember, that is why I—I want to protect the child!”

“That’s not what it sounds like!”

"Daniel Hall is made of the Dreaming, please understand," Morpheus says, pleading and desperation in his voice in a way that Hob's never heard before. "He is as much my blood as Rose and Jed. I could no more harm him than slit my own throat. He is a part of me."

"Harm him, no, but you'll steal him away like a… a Goblin King!" Lyta screams.

Morpheus rears back and pauses, tilting his head to the side as he accesses his mental rolodex of pop-culture references. When he finds it, his expression sours, his nose wrinkling up. "I do not maintain a Bog of Eternal Stench."

The extent of his affronted horror is enough to make Lyta burst into hysterical laughter.

Rose and Jed follow soon after, their humour more genuine, and soon Hob is dragged into it, the punchy cackling contagious. Only Morpheus doesn't laugh, crossing his arms and retreating to a corner of the kitchen to sulk.

And just like that, the terrible tension is broken. The laughter dissipates. They're all left staring warily at one another, while Daniel sniffs and whines, and generally makes his displeasure with the world known.

"Okay, I'm making some tea," Rose says. "Do you drink tea, Uncle Dream?"

"No."

"Yes, he does," Hob says, chivying Morpheus into one of the seats around the kitchen table. "And he takes it with as much sugar as will dissolve in it."

"Ew," Jed says, handing Daniel over to his mother, before coming to sit beside Morpheus. "You'll get cavities."

"I do not have teeth."

Jed laughs again, like this is the funniest thing he has ever heard in his life. He leans against Morpheus' shoulder, and instead of pushing the boy back, Morpheus instead lifts his arms and allows Jed to tuck into his side. He runs a protective palm down Jed's arm, and Hob feels all the anger inside him melt away.

It is very telling that Jed sees Morpheus as a safe harbor.

Daniel quiets down, watching Morpheus from over his mother's arms, snot-nosed and flushed with tears, misery entirely forgotten. The quiet stretches out, only the burble of the water in the kettle slowly coming to a boil to interrupt it.

Lyta hesitates for a moment, then turns her eyes to Jed, clearly thinking the same as Hob and assessing Jed's comfort with the creature she has until now only seen as a threat. She sits at the table, though she perches on the edge of her chair, ready to bolt at any moment.

"Are you really a father?" she whispers, smoothing Daniel's curls up off his sweaty neck.

Morpheus meets her solemn gaze with his own. "I was. He died. I begged my siblings to spare him his fate, but they would not." Something in his aloof expression cracks, and a bit of the pain and self recrimination shows through. "No, I must be fair to them and their Functions. They could not. I knew this, but I could not accept it."

Hob sits now himself, wanting to take Morpheus' hand, to comfort him. But his lover is proud, and may not want to show that side of himself before these people. Hob will let Morpheus reach for him, if he's wanted.

“I’m… I’m so sorry,” Lyta says, and sounds like she means it.

Morpheus pauses to choose his next words carefully. "The pain I suffered was so great that I hardened my heart against all love thereafter. I abandoned his mother to the burden of her own grief alone, and eventually she—rightly—left me. I neglected my creations and my realm—they suffered. And in my arrogance and pain, I shunned and abused my siblings, until in their aggrieved resentment, they sought to harm me in return." Here he squeezes Jed close, and turns an apologetic look to Rose, the living and innocent result of those schemes. "And in my pride, I would not ask them for help when I needed it most. As a result, was not here to manage the Vortex, and young master Daniel is the culmination of those errors. Though I cannot regret his existence, for I am very pleased and esteem him dearly, I regret that your pain was the price of my hubris." Morpheus meets Hob's eyes meaningfully, and they both know he's talking about the Burgesses. Then he turns his eyes to the woman across from him, and her son. " And for that, I apologize.”

Lyta listens to his apology thoughtfully, chewing on her bottom lip as the kettle clicks off. Rose fills a teapot on the counter. Hob helps her ferry mugs, milk, and sugar to the table, and is acutely reminded of the first night he and Morpheus bared their souls to one another.

"What happened to him?" Rose asks, when they've each doctored their tea to their liking. "Your son, I mean. If you don't mind talking about it."

"You already know what happened to him, Rose Walker," Morpheus says sadly. "His name was Orpheus."

Lyta gasps, and clutches Daniel closer. Rose covers her mouth with a startled oh, and Jed looks around and clocks that now isn't the best time to ask for clarification. Daniel fusses, pushing back so he's not smothered in Lyta's chest, and surprises them all by reaching across the table for Morpheus.

"No, little one, " Morpheus tells the babe. "I am as eager to strengthen our bond as you, but your mother is in greater need of your comfort than I."

Lyta gasps in surprise, eye bouncing between Daniel and Morpheus. “You.. you’re talking with him?”

"Of course you speak baby," Hob says, feeling a smirk pulling against his cheeks. He hides it in his mug.

“He sleeps, and when he sleeps, just as you do, he dreams. He spends much of his time in my throne room. As such, we converse often,” Morpheus tells her. Daniel babbles something angry and huffy sounding, and Morpheus chuckles. "Come now, that is hardly a kingly turn of phrase."

Lyta stares down at Daniel in shock, and no little amount of growing hurt. "Did he insult me?"

"Quite the opposite," Morpheus assures her. "He was being very complimentary to you, but quite demanding of me. Imperious little Prince."

"Prince," Lyta says slowly, then drags her eyes up to Hob. "You called him 'the heir', too. What does it mean?"

"Very broadly speaking, " Morpheus says, before Hob can try to answer. " I am all dreams, and all dreams are me. Everything you see in the Dreaming, everything you experience and taste and touch, it is made of my essence, my dreamstuff."

"Even Hector?" Lyta asks, catching on quickly.

"Even Hector, " Morpheus agrees. "His soul was his own, pulled from the Sunless Lands by Rose's power, and your yearning. But his body was dreamstuff. So, when he lay with you…" Morpheus trails off uncomfortably, gazing over at Jed.

"I know how babies are made, Uncle Dream," the boy huffs. "I'm not a little kid."

"Quite, my heroic Sandman," Morpheus agrees. "And so while Daniel is human, he is also of the Dreaming. He is, in the most base way of understanding… my son. And therefore heir to the Dreaming."

"No," Lyta says immediately. "Hector was his father. Not you."

"Okay," Hob cuts in, when it seems like Morpheus is about to protest. He already knows that this will be a losing battle before Morpheus even tries to fight it. "What about uncle, then? Is that acceptable?"

"We already call him Uncle Dream," Rose adds gently. "It makes sense for Danny to call him that too."

"What if I don't want you to have any part of his life?" Lyta challenges.

Again, Morpheus begins to puff up like an affronted pigeon, and again Hob interrupts him.

"Hey, that's her choice," Hob tells Morpheus. "And we'll respect it, won't we?"

He doesn't add that it doesn't matter if Lyta doesn't want Morpheus in Daniel's life; she can't police her son's sleeping hours. That seems a needlessly cruel thing to point out, and a surefire way to get Lyta to issue an ultimatum. Better to talk her around to them, than to throw down a gauntlet.

"And what are you in all of this?" Lyta asks, "Speaking for him?"

"Oh me?" Hob laughs, tugging on his earlobe. "I'm nobody important. I'm just the one who communicates with humans on his behalf because he’s a bit rubbish at it, sometimes. I’m just the boyfriend, aren't I, duckie?"

Morpheus scowls at him. "You are not 'nobody'. You are my hope."

"Hope?" Lyta echoes, confused.

Rose's expression dawns into understanding and warm delight. " Oooohhh, I get it! Like Hopes and Dreams. Are you Endless, too?"

"No," Hob says quickly. "It's just one of his nicknames for me."

"So you're human, like us?" Lyta asks, intrigued.

"Human, yes," Hob allows, tugging on his ear again. He hates admitting this, especially since she's lost her husband, and it might come as a slap in the face to know that there are ways to grant people everlasting life. "Like you, no. Not for, eugh, six and a half centuries or so."

"Wow," Jed says. "You've been dating for six and half centuries and you're still just the boyfriend? Uncle Dream! When you gonna put a ring on it?"

"Jeddy!" Rose hisses, but behind her mock ire she's amused.

"To be fair, we've only been dating for a little under a year," Hob clarifies.

"I do not need to debase our relationship by 'putting a ring on it' to keep Hob by my side. Our affinity transcends human rituals and vows."

"Oh, it does, does it?" Hob asks with an arched eyebrow, choosing not to be upset because he knows there's no point in it. "You're lucky I love you."

"I have offended you," Morpheus points out hastily. He's getting faster at recognizing when he does it, at least. "How have I offended you, agápi mou?"

"You intimated that you don't need to marry me because I'm a sure thing."

Morpheus' eyebrows draw downward in confusion. "But you are a sure thing, Hob Gadling. Or are you not sure in your affection for me? If this is true, you must tell me so—"

"No, no, duckie, I'm fine. I love you," Hob reassures him, twining the fingers of Morpheus' closest hand in his own, and lifting it to kiss the knuckles. "You're stuck with me."

"Okay, I… I see it now," Lyta admits, looking back and forth between him. "He is a terrible communicator." She pets Daniel's hair again, looking down at her son. "So when you said 'claim' my baby, you really meant… that you just want be a part of his life?"

Daniel looks up at his mother and babbles something very serious, and very meaningful. Then he looks over to Morpheus to translate.

"An excellent compromise, " Morpheus concedes. "You shall be Daniel in the Waking, my protege in the Dreaming, and when the time comes for you to step into your Function, I will continue to act as your mentor in my own mortal sleeping hours."

"So… my baby won't be taken away?" Lyta asks.

"No, " Morpheus says. "He wishes to remain your child, and to grow up as mortal children do. This way, when he shepherds the humanity's Dreaming, he can do so with a fuller understanding of what it means to be human. It is a very wise suggestion. I was never human. I came into being as a fully formed adult, and as a result, I have had to turn to others to guide me through the human experience."

Now it's his turn to kiss the back of Hob's hand.

Lyta's shoulders slowly lower, and she finally relaxes into her chair. "This being two different people at the same time, it won't harm him?"

"No."

"And him being the… the culmination of all Dreams, that won't hurt him either?"

"No."

"And what about him here, the… the human Daniel. Will he be safe?"

Morpheus hesitates, and Hob could kick him, because it makes Lyta tense up again.

"Listen, Lyta, he'll be fine. I promise," Hob says seriously. "He'll have the anthropomorphic personification of Nightmares watching over him, and for anything that gets past Morpheus, there's me. I literally cannot be killed, and believe me, a lot of people have tried in a lot of very creative ways. I promise you, with every breath in my body I will protect Daniel."

"There, see?" Jed says to Daniel. "Uncle Dream and Uncle Hob won't let anything bad happen to you, Danny."

Hob lets loose a startled laugh. "Well, I'm only his uncle if it's through marriage. And as we’ve established…" He lifts his left hand and does the Beyoncé flip.

"Then through marriage it must be," Morpheus says regally, with a firm nod.

It's the kind of nod he uses when he's struck a bargain. Morpheus lifts his hand, palm up, and plucks a golden ring out of the air. It's lustrous and heavy, with a cushion-cut ruby embedded in the band itself.

"I'm sorry," Hob chuckles, his eyebrows climbing toward his hairline in surprise. "Is this you proposing?"

"Yes? " Morpheus says, confusion crawling over his face again. "Does the ring not make that clear, Hob?"

"Oh my god," Lyta laughs, and it is free and genuine for the first time. "You really are bad at communicating, aren't you!"

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