HALLUCINATE | "Let's go dancin' in the dark, Don't wait, you can push to start, Lose control" In which the Grim Reaper finds comfort through a gift courtesy of the King Of Dreams... Through an unlikely companionship, perhaps Azrail and Morpheus may just save the world... -Set during the events of The Sandman, Season One- -Dream of the Endless x OC- -Book One / Two- -Finished-

It seemed from the moment that she first entered the world that Nyx just wasn't meant to be here. Left at an orphanage before she couldn't even have a conscious thought in the world, never being adopted until she aged out of a system that didn't care one way or the other what happened to her, and taking on a variety of odd jobs just to stay off of the streets. A bit down on her luck, to say the least. Nyx's dreams of writing, to become someone with respect to her name and where no one would look down upon her with such disgust and little regard, are the only thing keeping her going. When her and the Desert Fey known as Borra cross paths one fateful night, Nyx knows that the fey is her ticket to writing the novel of the century. One deal, one year: no strings attached. However, things could never remain so simple. What on earth were either one of them supposed to do when they realized they had already fallen for the other? "Do not patronize me!"Nyx scoffed, stomping away from Borra with her muddied notebook in hand. Her eyes burned from trying to contain her tears as rain drenched the Moors. Borra stormed after her, a desperate gleam in his furious gaze. "I'm not!" He countered, reaching to grip at her ripped sleeve; blood pouring from the cut in her tan skin. "Stop being stubborn woman, and let me-" "Just forget I ever said anything! I knew this was a bad idea; you're nothing but a rude, arrogant, self-centered bastard-" Nyx cut herself off as Borra seized hold of her arm, grip firm but soft to avoid pressuring her cut. He spun her around to face him, and her golden eyes immediately met his own. They were...gentle. Comforting, even. Concerned for her like she was someone who mattered. Yeah; Nyx was screwed.

"He knew I was always one for bad boys, so here we are" -Atlas "I couldn't help myself, having been lured in by her light" -Morpheus One of the greatest power couples to ever exist beyond heaven, hell, and even the waking world. The lord of dreams, and the queen of Nature.

At the begging, I was a nightmare with a dream. The oldest nightmare of the human kind with a silly little hope of becoming something else; something that brings happiness instead of suffering. When I wished to be a dream, that wish had been granted by him. Morpheus, who gave me hope; who'd turned suffering into joy, sadness into happiness. Daydream, he'd set on calling me throughout the centuries I've spent by his side. I was his first creation, his loyal subject, his oldest friend. He was my first hope, my second dream, my only love. But when he suddenly leaves, my hope starts to wither, my dreams become blurred, and with the Dreaming, I too begin to decay. It is rare for dreams to find a place in reality and the daydreams hardly ever come true. However, time has come for me to materialise on Earth: to find my hope back. My time's running out. I need to find him before I turn wicked, and a dream will become a nightmare again.

THE HYMN OF FORBIDDEN ━ ❝Their love was ethereal but forbidden.❞ Based on The Sandman Series & Comics AU Morpheus/ Dream of the Endless × Fem OC Completed ✓ Cover by @potter_spellbook © 2022 Wattpad @RavenDiaries

Assorodus meaning "silvery water". The Endless were not the first entities to come into existence at the dawn of the cosmos, of everything known. Yes, Father Time and Mother Night were there, but also someone else. Known to the Greeks as Talos, to others the Writer, or even the First Writer, giver of purpose to everything that breathed and sometimes to things that did not. For the sake of many, it would be easier to call this being simply Purpose, with whom Morpheus, the Lord of Dreams, came into close connection at the beginning of his reign, for men tend to ponder their purpose in their dreams. In front of each other, they can allow themselves to be open, and most of their secrets shared. Soon the two of the most potent creations started to depend on each other's friendship and eventually, Morpheus caught feelings he shouldn't have. This is his story through Talos' eyes. '"Dear Prince of Dreams, you shouldn't worry about such matters, not for a long while at least. This universe will proceed to exist for eons to come, I'm sure of it. However, everything will cease to exist one day, as this is how things go, as nothing is forever. Except for maybe you. Dreams don't die so easily." 'He pressed his forehead against mine, sideways so his nose brushed my cheek. I could feel his breathing on my lips, his wild hair falling over my brow, tremors shaking his bones, signalling his desire to get as close as he could, but he held back. I told him to do so. "You wrote it so?" He breathed into my mouth. "I did."'

"you have no idea what it is like to be in a room with someone you cannot live without, and yet still feel as though you are oceans apart." Sevyn was born in the slums of England, beginning to dance at age two, she was discovered by Henry Granville, the man she sees as a father figure- who gives her a fresh start. It isn't until she meets Benedict Bridgerton at one of her fathers soirées that she realizes just what life may have to offer. *I do not own Bridgerton, or any of Julia Quinn's work!* *scenes from "Bridgerton", along with "An Offer from a Gentleman* TW: sexual assault, pregnancy, sexual scenes, assault

Kyna Jocelyn Graham is unusually talented and intelligent, much to her mother's unending and embarrassing horror. For sixteen years Kyna's mother has been desperately trying to stamp out any traces of the man who is her father. But she is unsuccessful and when Kyna's mother dies from breast cancer, Kyna is forced into custody with her biological father and on that same day, Sherlock Holmes receives a child he never wanted. She despises him and he cannot even tolerate her, but slowly, through thick and thin, they grow to respect each other. Kidnapped and afraid, in love and alone, angry and heartbroken: Kyna Holmes is the only Consulting Daughter in the world. And her special talents are put to the test when 'Uncle Jim' comes to play in his own twisted and maniacal way. [Don't copy this fanfic onto other pages or I will feed you to Smaug] DISCLAIMER: I don't own the original BBC Sherlock characters used in this story. They are the property of their creators.

*FROM MY OLD ACCOUNT* It started the day the sky was painted with red. Whether it was from that cursed red iron, or the blood of falling fey, Yuna did not know. What she did know, however, was that the tumbling stone and wood from the buildings surrounding her were mere seconds away from crushing her. Not a fate she had imagined for herself, and she certainly never imagined a man with hair and wings like snow to swoop in and rescue her. The events of that fateful day of war and marriage catapult Yuna into a world so unlike her own; a world of the Moors, a world of becoming Queen Aurora's right hand woman, and a world where a certain Tundra Fae and herself bridge the gap between their kinds. Just what had Yuna gotten herself into? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "It is truly by the most divine blessing," Udo's voice was soft, his slender fingers gently cradling Yuna's face. The Tundra Fae's eyes glistened with unshed tears as he stared into Yuna's dark eyes, smiling warmly at her. Yuna's mouth was agape as she stared up at the man, who stared down at her like she were some precious jewel, or a star shining in a dark night sky. A warmth spread throughout her chest, and she felt stray tears begin to streak down her cheeks. She did not trust her voice to speak. Udo chuckled, brushing them away with his thumbs. He placed his forehead onto Yuna's, conscious of his long white horns, and closed his eyes. "It is truly by the most divine blessing, that our of all the stars and cosmos, the fates led me to you."

On the lush alien world of Pandora live the Na'vi, beings who appear primitive but are highly evolved. Because the planet's environment is poisonous, human/Na'vi hybrids, called Avatars, must link to the human mind to allow for free movement on Pandora. { Based on - Avatar (James Cameron movie version) } { Tsu'tey x OC } Now translated in Portuguese by @robertapedrada