It all began with a Witch who dreamt nightmares every night. At the end of each and every one of them she ended up in the Dreaming and she saw him, standing in the distance, overseeing his land. But one night, one night he saw her...and that is how their story has begun. What will Dream of the Endless and sassy Witch discover on a journey through fears and nightmares? Can two damaged beings learn how to dream again? Or will darkness and nightmares consume it all... Notes from author: Paring: Morpheus x f!reader, Sandman x f!reader Genre: Horror/fantasy with elements of slow-burn romance Outside of characters from Sandman you will find here John Constantine and tiny sprinkles of Supernatural. What can I say, I am a huge fan since 2005. Originally published on Tumblr under the same title. My Tumblr account @elena-mayfair I do not own the characters appearing in this story. The story title is a wordplay on the song The Old Witch Sleep and the Good Man Grace by The Amazing Devil. A few title chapters are also either inspired by or a wordplay on the titles of their songs.

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

[Completed] WILL EVENTUALLY UNDERGO MAJOR EDITING A relationship based on lies is sure to be anything but successful. For Harry, lies seem to be the only thing he can contribute with the intention of keeping Riley safe and unharmed from who he really is. But in the end, his lies are proven to be not what kept her from the pain, but what brought her closer to it. ©copyright 2014 by ComplicatedStyles

My thoughts you can't decode.. Sequel : Escape Route.