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Words: 1.9k Fandom: Dead Boy Detectives (TV), The Sandman (TV 2022) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne/Charles Rowland, Modern Johanna Constantine/Death of the Endless, Crystal Palace & Niko Sasaki Characters: Crystal Palace (DCU), Niko Sasaki, Charles Rowland (DCU), Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne, Jenny Green (Dead Boy Detectives), Modern Johanna Constantine (The Sandman TV), Death of the Endless, Kingham and Litty | The Dandelion Sprites Additional Tags: AU-gust | August Writing Challenge, Everybody Lives, Found Family, literally found, witchery, summonings, it's scary for the characters at times but not for us, I don't like writing thrillers I guess too much adrenaline, Returning Home, Charles and Edwin meet Death of the Endless, Crystal's Tree Summary:

Crystal finally gets a response to her texts to Niko, and the Dead Boy Detective Agency turns their resources to finding her back.

“I’ll be back soon, I promise.” Crystal stared at the text on her phone. In the last two months, she’d sent hundreds of unread texts to Niko’s number. Someday, the number would be passed on to someone new and she’d have to stop, she knew. But this. This wasn’t the “you have the wrong number” text she’d been dreading. (It was way too soon for that, anyway.) This was Niko. Or at least, there was no sign of it being fake that she could use to convince herself otherwise. Crystal realized that there were tears running down her face.

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“Are you ready yet? We have to hurry, or we’ll be late!” Death called from outside Johanna’s bathroom door.

“Christ, yes, just about!” Jo called back, voice muffled. Death rolled her eyes and leaned against the white wall across from the door. It was just ten minutes before they were supposed to be in the Dreaming. She knew, objectively, they’d be on time, but could you blame her for being excited to get to her own brother’s wedding?

The door pulled open. Jo stood, dressed in a fine white blouse tucked into black trousers. Her eyes were adorned with a fine line of black and a touch of maroon shadow. Her hair fell to the side in soft curls. She was beautiful. And she was also scowling at Death.

“You look fantastic,” Death said, pulling her girlfriend close to her and pressing a kiss to her lips. Jo grunted, but melted into her touch.

“Yeah, well, I wasn't planning on showing up to my mate’s own wedding, still coated in ectoplasm, thank you very much.” Death laughed.

“This is very much an improvement, I’ll give you that.”

Jo swatted her arm with a smile.

“Right. Wedding time, then?” She asked, holding her arm out. Death wrapped her own around it, tucking in close to her side.

“Wedding time.”

They appeared in the White Horse. Well, technically, they appeared in the Dreaming in a recreation of the White Horse. Daniel, after hearing that Morpheus and Hob were getting married, offered to host their event here, in a version of the White Horse that no longer exists in the Waking. Morpheus had been unsure, not wanting to take advantage or rely upon the powers and the realm that was once his. Death prided herself on talking him out of it. It helped that Hob promised that they’d have to have another wedding for all their Waking world friends, anyways, so Morpheus would still get to enjoy all the fun of planning a wedding as a human.

Morpheus stood next to the fireplace in a regal looking gown, dressed in living stars and galaxies. Hob stood to his right, wearing a near replica of his style back from the sixteenth century. He was staring down at her younger brother with the most dopey look on his face. Good. As he should.

Jo and Death approached them. Hob’s gaze lifted and he smiled. Stepping forward, he opened his arms. Jo stepped away and pulled the immortal man into a tight hug. “I was hoping you’d make it,” he said, releasing her from his grip.

“Like I’d miss it. Or miss the chance to be here in person.” Hob laughed.

Death turned to her brother and reached out a hand. Morpheus took it gladly and was promptly pulled into just as tight of a hug. He grunted as Death gave him a squeeze.

“I’m so happy for you,” she whispered against him. Morpheus relaxed, giving her a squeeze in return.

“I am happy.” He says, shifting his head to see Hob and Jo talking animatedly to their side. “I am glad you were able to join. I know you are busy.”

Death lets him go, keeping her hands on his shoulders. “Never too busy for you, you know that.” Morpheus smiles. “I can’t believe you’re getting married. I mean, I can. I knew it was only a matter of time, but I can’t believe it’s finally happening! Are you excited?”

Morpheus nods. “I am. I am… looking forward to being Morpheus Gadling… officially.”

Her eyes softened at the unadulterated joy on her brother’s face. When the fates had come to the Dreaming just two years ago, now, she thought she had lost the brother she’d grown up with forever. She thought she’d never get to see him happy, to see him wanting to live and looking forward to the future. But now she can. And he is. And she is so fucking glad she decided to refuse her gift to Hob Gadling all those centuries ago.

A chime rings through the room and rows of seats appear where the tables and chairs had sat before. Daniel stands at the entrance of the inn, smiling.