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timesorceror · 19 days ago

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So I started this rec list sometime in mid to late 2024 after listening to @thisweekinfandomhistory's episode on the Crack Van, where one of the hosts commented (and I'm most definitely probably paraphrasing here) about how rec lists are something of a lost art.

This, combined with my burning desire to write a primer on Dreamling (in the hopes it could perhaps one day get covered on the pod) was what pushed me to start going through my 30-something pages of bookmarks (of which those occupy slightly more than a third of my total pages of bookmarks) and start categorizing them in preparation for this list.

Sorry about all the parentheses; I've very likely got some rather loud undiagnosed ADHD and cannot for the life of me keep my brain from interjecting with every single bit of information, relevant or otherwise. But, I digress.

There are ten posts included in this monster of a fic rec masterpost, and they are divided between Oneshots, Multi-Chaptered Fics, and Series. The reason for the divide is simple: Tumblr only allows 100 inline links per post, as I also learned from listening to the lovely ladies of the This Week in Fandom History Podcast.

The rec list posts are below the cut, along with a link to my masterpost Google Doc, an explanation as to the method behind my madness, among other things.

Oneshots - Part One Contains: Alternate Universe, Angst with a Happy Ending, Crossover

Oneshots - Part Two Contains: Fluff / Happy Ending, Fishbowl Rescue, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, New Inn Is A Temple

Oneshots - Part Three (NSFW) Contains: Accidental Vouyerism, Age Difference, BDSM, College / University AU, Centaur AU, Dragon AU, Dream Sex, Fantasy AU, First Time / First Kiss / Getting Together / Friends to Lovers, Fluff / Smut

Oneshots - Part Four (NSFW) Contains: Fishbowl Rescue, Hurt/Comfort, Medieval AU, MPreg / Breeding Kink, Nursing Kink, Omegaverse, Oviposition, Pacific Rim AU, Period Sex, Retired Dream of the Endless, Selkie AU, Sex Pollen, Shapeshifting, Star Wars AU, Stuck in An Airport AU, Soulmates / Soul Bond, Temporary Amnesia, Tentacle Sex, Touch-Starved Dream of the Endless, Venom AU, Werewolf AU

Oneshots - Part Five Contains: Soulmate AU (No Smut), Touch-Starved Dream of the Endless

Multi-Chapter - Part One Contains: Alternate Universe, Angst with a Happy Ending, Character Study, Crossover, Fishbowl Rescue, Fluff, Friends / Enemies to Lovers, Getting Together

Multi-Chapter - Part Two (NSFW) Contains: Angst with a Happy Ending, Body Swap, Canon Divergence AU, College / University / Academia AU, Creatures & Monsters AU, Dragons AU, Dream Sex, Established Relationship, Fairy Tale AU, Fantasy AU, Fishbowl Rescue / Hob Gadling Saves Dream of the Endless, Friends to Lovers, Fuck Or Die, Getting Together, Historical AU, Hob Gadling is Hope of the Endless, Hob Gadling Owns the New Inn

Multi-Chapter - Part Three (NSFW) Contains: Hurt/Comfort, Medieval AU, Modern Setting / Human AU, Monsterfucking, Omegaverse, Past Relationship(s), Period Sex, Retired Dream of the Endless, Roommates, Sex Pollen, Soulmates AU, Temporary Amnesia, The New Inn is a Temple, Touch-Starved Dream of the Endless, Vampire AU, Victorian AU, Werewolf AU

There will likely not be any more posts added to this, given the nature of how Tumblr posts work, but as I am still in the middle of my second run-though of the Dreamling ship tag's entire body of completed works, I will continue to update this Google Doc as I go (and whenever I comb through my Marked for Later tab and go through fics that are still there as well) that you may view at your leisure.

Note: this Google Doc is my personal fic rec list, and is not the be-all, end-all of Dreamling fics, despite how expansive it is. If there is a fic I have not added, it's very likely I did not read it because of a tag I'm not into (like Hurt No Comfort), or I read it and didn't bookmark it because I felt like I wasn't going to read it more than once. Or any other number of reasons, such as incomplete fics, which I rarely read these days unless it's a tag that I absolutely go feral for.

So don't DM me asking to add specific fics, please. Thanks. :)

I would like to explain that the Google Doc uses the tab function to separate the Oneshots, Multi-Chaptered Fics, and Series, and within each tab, they are further divided using the outline function.

The way I chose to organize the Oneshots and Multi-Chaptered fics was to start by thinking of this rec list as sort of like a menu at a restaurant by picking a main tag that I feel is the focus of the fic, and then further organize them by a sub-catagory tag (for example, I have Moorishflower's fic, Radio Silence, under the broad umbrella of 'Alternate Universe Oneshots' which is further organized under the sub-catagory, 'Post-Apocalyse AU'). Mostly I tried to follow this method by selecting two tags from the tag list of the fic, however not all fics I wanted to include HAD enough tags to use, or they had a bunch of hyper-specific, talk-commentary tags that I felt were not very compatible with the system I had worked out. So there are a few fics that I had to categorize or sub-catagorize simply based on vibes.

Hopefully, that explanation was sufficient, and I know that – given the current state of the fandom in regards to NG – some of these fics may one day become orphaned or be taken down. Unfortunately there is little I can do about that other than to encourage you to download any of the fics you enjoy so that you may continue to enjoy them if they disappear.

The purpose of this undertaking was more to challenge myself (and my patience) to see if I still had what it took to make a proper rec list and also to truly get a sense of Dreamling's major themes, tropes, and common tags so that I could list them out in the primer I still want to write for TWIFH.

That's... pretty much why this exists, though along the way, I was moved to finish this project for the sake of creating a snapshot of this particular ship's fandom at this particular moment in time. Whether or not it lasts remains to be seen, but I'm glad to have done it, and I hope that any fandom historians, as well as current and future fans of Dreamling appreciate my efforts.

I would also like to give a special shout-out to the @mr-sadman Discord, which also has a fic library of at least some of the listed fics for the occasions when AO3 goes down for whatever reason, as a good chunk of Dreamling authors and artists tend to congregate there and are all a bunch of lovely and wonderfully derranged people who have supported me in this endeavor.

So please, enjoy. Go forth and read fic.

All my love, TimeSorceror

#dreamling #dreamling fic #fic recs #fic rec masterpost #long post

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murkycrush · 1 year ago

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a Big, big thank you to @llflorence for commissioning this art of Dream for her Dreamling fanfic The Blood of Bucephalus 🖤

+My Ko-fi| Commissions| Print Shop+

#dream fanart #illustration #art #dream of the endless #digital art #fanart #the sandman fanart #the sandman #sandman fanart #morpheus #dreamling fic

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gahellhimself-blog · 1 year ago

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You are the kindest! What a surprise to find artwork from you on my blog! I absolutely love it; Aziraphale leaning away, shocked, and Crowley just grabbing him by the neck and hugging the stuffing out of him! Sigh. I'm so lucky. ❤️

(btw, I wrote that piece over Christmas to fix MY unhappy ending. Total self-insert pity party. You have no idea how much your gift means to me.)

Much love, many hugs, gold stars galore. - llflorence (aka gfawkes)

It was a pleasure, this story is very cute, I put them on my cutest favorites.

I'm sorry for your non-happy ending but is often in the bad moments we are a lot creative, proof here.

Keep up the good work!! I share it on my instagram and add link to your tumblr and AO3.

Wish you the best for 2024.

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endlessbigbang · 1 year ago

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Round Up 4

With the 4th week of posting coming to a close, have another round up before we'll be starting into the final week tomorrow!

Title: where dreams dwell not Writer: jamais_vu0 Artist: foxish (@kitsune2022-artish) Rating: Teen Warnings: canon-typical violence, temporary character death Word Count: 89,523 Pairing/main characters: Hob Gadling, Dream of the Endless, Hob/Dream Additional tags: fairy tale AU, Hob saves Dream from the fishbowl, slow burn

Summary:

Hob Gadling is wasting away, aching for adventure and the chance to live life as it's meant to be lived. When he receives a mysterious letter promising all the adventure he could want in exchange for a year of his company, he takes the offer and finds himself in a lonely castle in a land of magic, a strange figure haunting his dreams. And when Hob himself breaks the one rule he's been given days before the year is complete, he finds himself embarking on the adventure he's always wanted, in order to save his Dream from a fate worse than death.

Fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48303526/chapters/121823242 Art: https://www.tumblr.com/kitsune2022-artish/726233688430477312/my-art-for-the-endlessbigbang-2023-for

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Title: Love at Third Sight Writer: Gfawkes / LLflorence (@llflorence) Artist: @hpurlnovi Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Word Count: 20,455 Pairing/main characters: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling Up to 10 Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Rock Band, Top Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Bottom Hob Gadling, Explicit Sexual Content, Identity Reveal, Mutual Pining, Romance, Light Angst, Emotional Sex

Summary:

Hob is dyslexic, and music notes are just like letters. B’s and d’s and p’s and q’s all look the same, as do all those little bastard tadpoles on the musical staff. So he does it a little differently, with a little humor and a lot of close-ups of his hairy fingers. And for some reason, it’s a hit in more ways than one. As Robyn begins to tune his instrument, Hob cases the room for his stranger. It’s the third time the handsome man has been to one of their gigs. There’s something familiar about him, something Hob can’t quite put his finger on. But the fact that he’s made eye contact for the third time is extremely intriguing. Johanna, of course, notices. “You’re looking for him again, aren’t you.”

Art & Fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48001063/chapters/121029040

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Title: Sunrise in Chocolate Ink Writer: @aquilathefighter Artist: @vriah Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Word Count: 15,047 Pairing/main characters: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling Up to 10 Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Autistic Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Anxiety Attacks, Hurt/Comfort, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Getting Together, Love Confessions, Social Anxiety, Poet Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Barista Hob Gadling

Summary:

Dream Endlaez is newly living on his own and trying to make it as a poet. He starts going to work at a nearby coffee shop known for supporting local artists, where he meets a handsome and charming barista named Hob. Dream learns the business is not doing well, so he decides to host a poetry reading night to attract customers (and boost his career at the same time!), all the while falling for the barista.

Art & Fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48363172 Art: https://www.tumblr.com/vriah/726453780868218880/sunrise-in-chocolate-ink-by-aquilathefighter

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Title: The Many Lives of Hob Gadling Writer: @landwriter Artist: @teejaystumbles Pairing/main characters: Dream/Hob Rating: M Warnings: Chose Not To Warn Word Count: ~20K Up to 10 Additional Tags: Canon Divergence, Non-Linear Narrative, Reincarnation, Letters, Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Devotion, Quests

Summary:

A man, supine and utterly still, in what might have seemed like a deep sleep, draws in a long slow breath and opens his eyes. He smiles up at the sky, for he knows not much at all, but he knows this:Hob Gadling is a man of good fortune. A story about refusing to leave. A story about a quest that spans lifetimes. A story about losing someone, and bringing them back with love.

Art & Fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49088941 Art: https://www.tumblr.com/teejaystumbles/726549220335763456/illustrations-i-did-for-landwriters-endless-big

#the sandman #the endless big bang #round up post

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designtheendless · 2 years ago

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You probably get tons of these, but I wanted to tell you (maybe again), how much I love your dreaming. I've wandered over from the stucky fandom where there is a lot of fabulous art as well, and I can't explain how happy seeing your hob and dream make me when they come across my dash. Please don't ever stop. ❤️ Llflorence

This is so unbelievably kind. I've had a rough week and this just.. thank you. I really appreciate your kind words. I'm so happy to hear anything I create brings joy to someone else. Take care!💛✨

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merinsedai · 1 year ago

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@llflorence forcibly reminded of your endless big bang fic. Sexy hands!

being on tumblr has taught me that girls see men's hands the same way men see tits, therefore from now on i will be constantly covering my hands with gloves to protect them from the horny female gaze

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ao3feed-corintheus · 7 months ago

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Tight fit with teeth

Tight fit with teeth by LLflorence dreamling (LLflorence) Dream slips the mask over his head and looks down with solid black sclera. The nightmare wants to gouge them out and savor their darkness. He lifts his chin and glares down that thin nose, then releases his grip and grasps instead with both hands, gathering more control of his Creation’s face. “Open,” he orders. It’s terrifying. “I thought you’d never ask.” Words: 1759, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: The Sandman (TV 2022) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: The Corinthian (Sandman), Dream of the Endless | Morpheus Relationships: The Corinthian/Dream of the Endless, The Corinthian/Dream of the Endless | Morpheus Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, S&M, Explicit Sexual Content, Blow Jobs With Teeth, dangerous sex, Control, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Lust, Power Imbalance, The Corinthian's Eye-Mouths (The Sandman), The Corinthian's POV, Blood and Gore, Body Horror, No Aftercare, Come Eating, BDSM, One Shot

#Corintheus #corinthian x morpheus #corinthian #morpheus #Corintheus fic feed #the sandman

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llflorence · 1 year ago

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When you are old - Rated E - human AU, professors, slow burn

It was possible Crowley was even more beautiful five days later.

(Five days? Had it only been five?)

However long it was, it had been an excruciating wait until year's end. Aziraphale's house had never been so clean, his kitchen never so full of homemade treats and delicacies. Stress cleaning and baking had never been one of his 'things,' but apparently, it was now.

When the day finally arrived, he found himself wide awake at the cleft of dawn, staring at his ceiling, second and third and fourth-guessing.

It wasn't that Aziraphale was displeased with himself, with where he was in life. It was just – they were so different! What could Crowley (handsome, intelligent, questioning, enigmatic) see in an overweight, undertoned, introvert of a man?

After breakfast, Aziraphale put on his hat and coat and slid into warm mittens and scarf and took his sad excuse for a middle-aged adult for a walk in the park. He lectured himself about the insecure feelings; he had plenty of things to be proud of. He'd written a book! He'd been to Chicago! He'd successfully designed and constructed a greenhouse in a backyard he owned! He'd –

He'd better get back home and prepare for his date.

Because that's what it was; no explaining it away. He and Anthony J. Crowley were, later that evening, getting in that long lank of a black car and driving north for snowshoeing and hot cocoa, and who knew what else?

It was the 'what else' that had Aziraphale in a panic. It had been a long, long time since he'd been on a date with the potential for 'what else.' What if he turned out to be a disappointment?

But no. That kind of thinking would only make things worse. He had to believe in himself, in Crowley, in – whatever it was they had. One certainly couldn't force one's – well, it was best to leave the future where it was, perpetually out of reach.

One very, very hot shower and a cold towel over the face later, Aziraphale stood in his bedroom staring into the closet. He faced a conundrum: wear something soft and comfortable for traipsing through the woods or something that conveyed how he longed to be rogered over the back of the sofa.

He settled for soft and comfortable (long-sleeved tee, cotton button-down, fleece-lined slacks), but left a few more buttons that he normally did unfastened. He did like the picture it made, exposing the thin skin at the base of his throat (and he wouldn't say no to a good rogering).

Nothing, however, would ever change what he looked like in snow pants. Puffy and voluminous, elastic stretched as far as it would go over his belly, it made him look like the Michelin Man. The large one, from the fifties.

Aziraphale slouched against the mirror in the hallway, forehead touching the cool glass of his reflection.

"OK, Bibendum," he sighed, unable to see his toes over the stack of tires that was his torso. "Time to get our sexy on."

He took off the ridiculous pants and rolled them into a ball, then stuffed them with more force than was necessary into the duffle he'd procured for the occasion.

His heart began to hammer a good half hour before Crowley was expected to collect him, and the vague rumbling in his stomach became a torrent thunderstorm. He started to sweat under all those layers, causing another button to be released, and his hands shook as he tried to tie his bootlaces.

And then, there he was. Dazzling smile, shock of red hair poking out from under his knitted stocking hat. He wore an overstuffed coat and the same scarf from Christmas, but his skin glowed and his eyes shone and he was somehow so much more lively and vividly colored than ever before.

"Hiya, 'Ziraphale!" he purred, voice seductive yet joyful. "Ready to see how absolutely unathletic I am?"

Aziraphale's cheeks were instantly warm. The organ inside his chest jumped and skipped happily along. "I quite think I beat you in that department, my dear."

Crowley positively beamed. He held out his hand to take Aziraphale's bag, offering the other arm like the gentleman he was.

He snorted. "Yeah. Right. Says the amazingly brave individual who bikes to work every day."

The gentle ribbing did something to Aziraphale's brain; he was suddenly not at all nervous, just eager.

And warm.

Crowley fired up the engine, talking animatedly the moment they pulled out of the alley, motioning with his hands, turning his head often to look at Aziraphale. For the first few miles, their smiles matched each other's, and Aziraphale's cheeks became sore from holding it for so long.

"I've always wondered," the energetic man mused, well into a cheerful lecture about Venus and her outstanding characteristics (the planet, not the goddess), "if the clouds of sulfuric acid could be smelled from space. I mean, as a ship full of oxygen approached, would it be overwhelmed by the stench of rotten eggs?"

Aziraphale shook his head and thought Crowley's cheekbones were absolutely perfect.

"The vacuum of space is devoid of molecules, so the smell couldn't even travel to the air inside the craft." Crowley shrugged, both eyes on the road for once. "It's sort of like the old saying, 'If a bear shits in the forest –"

Aziraphale guffawed. "Oh, my dear. I believe the saying is, "If a tree falls in the forest."

Crowley swiveled his head, a smugness hiding at the corner of those thin lips. His eyes pierced the dark interior of the car. "You've got such a lovely laugh."

Aziraphale wavered under the compliment, looking down at his hands in his lap. "Oh. Well. Thank you."

"So. I've told you the story of my inspiration; the nun that taught Astronomy my first year of college," (who, Aziraphale had learned, disappointed most of the students by explaining how it had nothing at all to do with Astrology and that they would find no fortune telling in that class. Not Crowley, of course. He'd been delighted by the nun's dry sense of humor and candid approach to the fact that the universe was much, much older than what her Catholic faith allowed). "How about you? What got you into the art of language?"

Aziraphale very much liked how his colleague – his date – described his profession. "Oh. I don't really remember. I picked up a book when I was young and never put them down."

In the glow from the dash lights, it was easy to see Crowley's gaze linger on Aziraphale's hands before returning to his face (and not the road where they should have been). "Do you remember your first?"

Something skipped in Aziraphale's chest. The man spoke of books as if they were people; Aziraphale felt a sudden kinship blossom between them, stronger than it was before. "Oh. You know," he stalled, finding it difficult to breathe normally. "It was probably some nonsense about a cat chasing a rat carrying a bat."

Crowley still hadn't looked at the road. "Wearing a hat?"

Aziraphale smiled, loving the man's brand of humor, so much like his own. "Something like that."

Crowley laughed and finally turned his eyes to the task at hand. His profile was lovely. "Tell me more. Who was your favorite teacher?"

Aziraphale knew how to answer that. It was both his most favorite at least favorite, at different times. "He – he was a linguistics instructor. Also while I was in college. He opened my eyes to the beauty of the romance languages and the vulgar things done to it when it devolved into English." He cleared his throat, trying to dislodge the instant blockage there. It still hurt to think about it. "And he made me realize what a harsh, cruel, lonely world it could be."

Crowley turned to look at him, although Aziraphale didn't meet his eyes. "He dumped you?"

Aziraphale nodded. "It was my own fault. I was young, and he was French – one tends to lose one's faculties when one meets a Frenchman."

There was a long, uncomfortable moment where Aziraphale regretted saying anything about it at all. He opened his mouth to say so when Crowley's warm hand covered his own.

"It was his loss, the absolute numpty."

Aziraphale smiled, turning his hand in his lap to be able to clutch Crowley's fingers. "Yes. It was indeed."

The conversation turned from the past to the future. They were headed thirty miles north of the city to a small range community where his uncle's farm was located. (Said uncle was currently living in a home with full memory care. Crowley said he visited him twice a month, even though he no longer recognized him.)

"Uncle Fur Fur was a bizarre old fart," Crowley said, squeezing Aziraphale's hand tightly. "Don't be alarmed by what you see there. He was – a bit of a collector, of sorts."

"A collector?" Aziraphale could appreciate a good collection; he fancied himself a curator of words in print form, after all.

"More of a hoarder," Crowley clarified, rubbing his thumb over the ridge of Aziraphale's first knuckle. "He didn't have any kids, and Hastur and Ligur wanted nothing to do with it, so I've been steadily working to move some stuff out. The old farmhouse serves its purpose, though."

Aziraphale rather liked the soft, mushy texture of his insides as Crowley held his hand. "How so?"

The smile on Crowley's handsome face had grown sadly fond. "Well. We don't need a security alarm, that's for sure. I'd be glad to pay someone to steal all the stuff inside the garage alone."

Apparently, it was an ongoing issue in such a rural area. People broke into older, unoccupied homes to steal anything metal they could get their hands on. The money was good, for aluminum and copper especially. Sometimes, people went as far as to rip out gas lines and pipes inside the walls to be able to sell them.

"But that's awful!" Aziraphale gasped, horrified.

Crowley shrugged again. "People have to eat, right? The economy is tough on marginalized individuals. The house should really be torn down. And if they can make money off things my uncle no longer needs — ?"

Still shocked, Aziraphale felt even more warmth toward his date. "I feel like you could find the goodness in anything."

Crowley arched an eyebrow and said nothing as they pulled off the highway and onto a side road. Aziraphale looked out the window and relished the way their hands seemed to fit so well together.

They took another turn and drove down a dirt road that looked as if it hadn't been plowed in some time. Crowley's car didn't seem to have a problem with it, but he did let go of Aziraphale's fingers to be able to grip tightly to the wheel. He piloted the vehicle through the deep snow and gunned it over the frozen sludge left by a plow, settling into a driveway next to a garage that had seen better days.

It was boarded up, the paint peeling and faded. Each of the two overhead doors were padlocked, probably to deter further broken windows. And as Crowley killed the engine, a security light turned on over the front door of the shoddy-looking house, shining on the glossy black hood of the car and nearly blinding them.

Crowley got out of the car and trudged through the snow to Aziraphale's side. "Come on," Crowley said, opening his door and offering that ever-present hand. "Let's go inside. Don't bother taking off your boots."

Aziraphale hoisted himself from the low-slung seat, and Crowley collected two bags, one for each of them, from the back seat. He clicked his tongue as he passed as if to a horse, jerking his head toward the house. Aziraphale followed (it was unlikely there was nowhere he wouldn't).

The pressure from opening the front door pushed a wave of warm air outside. Aziraphale hadn't expected the place to have electricity, let alone heat. He stomped his feet on the mat and stepped inside, totally unprepared for what he saw as Crowley turned on the hall light.

He hadn't been kidding that his uncle had a lot of stuff. There were assorted-sized boxes piled against both walls, furniture loaded with more boxes, some packed, some not. The floor in the living slanted dangerously downhill into the adjoining kitchen, which was also full to the brim with a variety of things.

"See what I mean?" Crowley drawled as he lifted both bags above his waist and moved between the stacks of boxes. There was just enough room for a walkway into the living area, but then no space at all to sit on the horrible yellow-flowered sofa, or the ratty-rust-orange overstuffed chair.

"Yes. I do," Aziraphale said, turning sideways to be able to fit.

He followed Crowley into the kitchen, where a bigger area had been cleared. One could make out the cracked-green linoleum that had begun to roll back on itself. It was warmer here; Crowley had apparently freed up the vent so that the heating ducts could work properly. The warm air blew out at their feet, filling the kitchen with a musty reheated smell that was just this side of unpleasantness.

"Fur Fur had cats," Crowley said, wrinkling his nose. He set the bags down on the slanted floor next to a small wooden table, two matching chairs tucked underneath. "I don't think I'll ever get rid of the smell."

More of a dog person himself, Aziraphale did like cats, as long as they were somebody else's.

"Take a seat. Figure we can dress inside where it's warm before we venture outside."

Crowley pulled out a chair for him, and Aziraphale took it. He pulled his duffle closer and watched as Crowley did the same, sinking into his chair with a weary-sounding exhale.

He looked up, cheeks pink, and smiled. "Would you like an energy bar before we go? Bathroom break?"

Aziraphale hesitated before saying yes to the loo. Who knew what kind of mountain he'd have to climb to get there?

He needn't have worried, though. It appeared Crowley had begun with the bathroom. It was completely emptied, ceramic tub and sink and toilet all sparkling clean. He did his business and returned to the kitchen, where Crowley had removed his boots so he could wiggle into his snowsuit.

It was like watching a snake shedding its skin, only in reverse. Like he was crawling back into it. Crowley arched his back and bent at the waist, pulling the one-piece contraption over his knees and thighs and then –

Oh, his eyes were so pretty.

"It's cold out," he said plainly, although his eyes said something more. Narrowed and teasing, that one eyebrow arched upward, he made a stunning picture as he threaded one arm through a sleeve. "No wind, but we better bundle up."

The one-piece garment was tight and fit incredibly well. It made his long legs were even longer, and it left little to the imagination (what exactly was the man packing in the region below his navel?).

Aziraphale averted his eyes and sat in the chair to remove his boots, too. He dug in the bag, refusing to even chance a glance at the man standing so close, zipping into his snow gear in a way that was almost –

Well.

He looked up and found himself being watched with a seductive smirk. Crowley had paused his zippering in the act, forefinger and thumb holding tight to the pull. His gaze fell on Aziraphale as he had put both feet through into his snow pants, as he leaned forward to get up out of the chair, as he shuffled clumsily into them, as his face flushed hot.

Getting dressed had never before been so sensual.

Crowley finished with his zipper and began with his boots again, tying them smartly and standing tall. "I'll just head out and get the snowshoes. Meet me by the car when you're ready."

Aziraphale, sweating under the close scrutiny, would probably never be wholly ready. But he smiled and he nodded and he collapsed back onto the chair the second he heard the front door close.

"Oh my lord," he breathed, sucking in his gut where the button pushed uncomfortably into his navel. "What am I getting myself into?"

Crowley was waiting at the rear of the car when Aziraphale shut the door behind him. He stood in the harsh overhead light, a pair of jet-black metal snowshoes slung over one shoulder. There was a tilt to his head and a tooth-baring grin. And a little white tag dangling from the end of one shoe.

"Are these – did you buy these new?"

Crowley looked over his shoulder at the price tag, ripping it off with bare fingers and stuffing it into his side pocket. "Of course!" he smirked, nonplussed by the omission. "Nothing but the best for my Aziraphale, after all."

Aziraphale tripped and nearly fell to the ground (to make snow angels, of course).

"Where are we going?" Aziraphale asked, not even trying to hide how it felt to be called such a name.

"The cabin."

"The cabin?" It seemed there was an echo.

Crowley handed over the snowshoes and returned to the trunk for a second pair, also brand new. "Yep. There's a river that runs alongside the property border. Fur Fur built a little place before he started losing his marbles. It's really very charming."

Aziraphale fumbled with the straps as he adjusted them to his size and did absolutely nothing but think about how charming his companion was.

Crowley was elegant, even as he sat spread-eagle on the ground. Even as he struggled with his own straps. He listened and watched carefully as Aziraphale showed him how to slide his boot all the way into the toe piece, then wrap the strap around his heel. He tried and tried and tried without success to copy him while Aziraphale smiled and smiled and smiled. In the end, he got down on his hands and knees with Crowley's boot between his legs, reaching under the man's knee to help him out.

"Be kind," Crowley joked, his low thrum of a voice close to Aziraphale's ear. "I'm going to look like a clown in these things. All elbows and knees and long, crooked nose."

Aziraphale finished with the binding and sat back on his heels. "You'll look nothing of the sort. And I'll have you know that I happen to find your nose attractive."

That one eyebrow peaked once again and Crowley waggled both feet back and forth. Aziraphale didn't try to hide his satisfied smirk, and finished strapping his own boots into the contraptions.

They set out slowly in the dark, taking the direction Crowley indicated. It appeared to be a trail, double wide, wide enough for two cars to pass, although there was no road. The man exaggerated each step, like a diver wearing flippers out of the water. Aziraphale kept a wide berth, giving him plenty of room for those elbows and knees, hiding the fact that he himself was well out of shape for that kind of exercise.

They stopped several times to laugh and tease and joke (of the gentle kind, of course). And as the twilight gave way to night, the stars came out in full force. Even without a moon of any sort, Aziraphale could see clearly how happy Crowley looked. He hoped it was the same for him.

At one point, they paused to rest and were assaulted by the bark of a coyote, followed by the excited yapping and yipping and barking howls of more.

Crowley reached for Aziraphale's elbow and squeezed hard. "That sounded close." He peered intently into the darkness. It was endearing how protective (or scared or both) the grip appeared to be.

"There's no wind," Aziraphale explained, sounding surer than he felt. "We seem to be in their territory."

Crowley stiffened, and Aziraphale laughed. "No cause for worry. They won't attack us; I'm too big and you're too scary for that."

Crowley frowned sideways at him. "In California, they come right up to you in the city. Aren't afraid of humans one bit." He shook Aziraphale's arm gently. "And there'll be no more of that self-deprecation as long as I'm here. Understood?"

The temperature had dropped below zero after nightfall. Aziraphale could see both of their breaths. His cheeks were still very warm. "Understood."

They continued forward for a time, Crowley reminiscing about where he'd been born, grown up, and lived. Aziraphale walked beside him, breathing deeply, loving the sound of the man's voice in the woods. The snow muffled it, and the trees bounced it back to them. And the fact that it was black outside made it seem that much more mysterious.

Just as Aziraphale was about to ask for another rest, they turned a gentle corner, and a large, dark shape loomed ahead.

"Is that it?"

Crowley paused to take off a glove and reach into a pocket. He pulled out some kind of remote and clicked it. A light on a pole turned on overhead, shining down on them like a phone call from god.

"Yep," he said, zipping the remote back into a pocket and hurrying back into his glove. "And we've got three minutes to punch in the security code before a call is made to the local police chief."

Aziraphale made a squeaking sound, and Crowley took off for the building, now bathed in pale yellow light, and not looking like a cabin at all.

It was a house. A rather large house. An A-frame with massive windows, all of it natural wood colored and dark inside.

Crowley hurried through the snow, shuffling his feet in an expertly way that didn't make him seem at all like an amateur. It was difficult to keep up, and Aziraphale couldn't help but smile as he considered the fact that his date had used the snowshoes as an excuse to get him way out there in the woods to show him –

To show him what, exactly?

Puffing great billowing clouds of moisture, Aziraphale caught up at the side door. Crowley had already typed in the security code into an outdoor pad, then reached through the open door to flip breakers inside an electrical box. Things inside began to hum, indicators flashed into on positions. And Crowley turned to look over his shoulder.

"Welcome to the cabin," he said, sinking to the snow-covered ground and deftly working his straps loose. He kicked out of both shoes before Aziraphale had undone one, then crouched forward to help him with the other.

He was sheepish when he spoke again. "You mad at me about the —?" He waved vaguely towards the discarded snow shoes.

Aziraphale smiled because there was nothing else to do. "Dreadfully."

"Great!"

And Crowley helped him to his feet, guided him through the door and into the building.

It was colder inside, the shellacked wood floors creaking and snapping under their booted feet. Built from all wood materials, the place had an open-air design. The large, square windows on one wall all faced what was presumably the invisible river.

"Ready for a tour?"

Aziraphale blinked in wonder at Crowley’s child-like eagerness. It was contagious. "Of course!"

Where the old house was cluttered and stifling and old, this new place was the exact opposite. There wasn't any furniture, the walls bare and undecorated. Everything was spotless, and, although every surface was covered with a fine layer of sheetrock dust and littered with lady beetle carcasses, unlived in.

"Old codger only stayed in it for one summer," Crowley mused, voice echoing in the large, uncarpeted space. "Some friends helped clean it out, and we helped pay for the security detail. Been sitting alone here, in the woods, for a few years."

The ceiling over the living space was at least two stories high. Crowley led them up a wide staircase to a landing above.

Aziraphale's breath had already been taken away from the exercise. The beauty of the place was captivating.

"Look up," Crowley suggested as they reached the top of the stairs. A row of skylights ran from left to right, with a larger one over what appeared to be a sleeping space.

Crowley walked carefully across the wood floor, not wanting to slip from the snow packed in his boots. He stopped mid-center and cranked his neck back.

"I'm going to put a great, big, fluffy bed right here in the middle. So I can lay here at night and look up at the stars."

Aziraphale did a double take. "What? You're going to live here?"

Crowley hummed without tearing his eyes from the overhead view. "It's why I moved north from California. Fur Fur designated me as executor, and my brothers want nothing to do with the maintenance. Figured I'd keep the old house to deter the locals. Live here in the summer and spend winter in the city until I retire. Then take up residence here permanently."

He dropped his chin and made the most startling eye contact. "There's no one about for miles and miles."

Aziraphale laughed nervously under such an intense gaze. "That's wonderful."

He sounded terrified.

Crowley showed him the little work-study off the landing, the single bath with the shower, then headed back downstairs. There he took Aziraphale to the larger bathroom with jetted tub, past the laundry room and out a second door.

The patio was narrow and sprawling, with a screened porch all the way around. Crowley allowed Aziraphale to pass into the space, gone quietly sullen, all of a sudden.

"It's very nice," Aziraphale said, unsure of himself now and hoping to recover. "Plenty of room for your pets and a lot of light for your plants."

"It's a little too much space for me," he responded sadly. And then, cheering up, "Are you hungry?"

Aziraphale welcomed the warmth of that smile. "Only if you are."

Crowley turned and muttered something under his breath, heading back into the house, where he lifted his backpack off his shoulders.

He set the bag on the long marble countertop. Out came a thermos, two cups, a container of fruit. A package of crackers. A long cylinder of summer sausage. A ziplock bag of cheese. A knife.

"I'm no Frenchman," he said with a smirk, ripping open each package and laying it on the table. "And I hope you'll forgive me, but I did bring wine."

Aziraphale took the thermos from him, unscrewed the cap, and let it breathe. A red. Fruity. Sweet. Just like someone else he knew.

Crowley rounded up a couple of stools while Aziraphale poured. He carried one in each hand, still grinning like he was up to something untoward. Even if it was the plotting of evil-doing, Aziraphale would have been none the wiser. He thought Crowley hung the moon.

Wine from a thermos with Crowley was divine, even in the frigid emptiness of a barely used kitchen. They sat together at the counter, smiling as they enjoyed the impromptu picnic and shared company alike. Aziraphale lost track of time; his nose grew cold, and his feet did, too. But he didn't care. Truthfully, it was all quite lovely for a first date.

Eventually, nature called, and they packed up Crowley's bag and locked down the house. There was an outhouse a ways back in the woods that didn't require plumbing, and what looked like a shed with a stovepipe off the porch. Possibly a sauna?

Crowley did his own strappings this time while Aziraphale felt mildly disappointed. It would have been nice to have a reason to get close. Especially now that he knew his companion had planned the whole thing. There was a suggestion in it, a hint at a hopeful future. And Aziraphale's chest felt tight as he thought about that future.

(It could also have been the food and wine, too.)

Without haste, they headed back the way they'd come. It was much later now, and the stars had come out in the thousands. Crowley stopped several times to point up and gape at the Milky Way. The starlight was so bright, reflecting off the snow, that they didn't need a moon to be able to see each other's faces.

"Pop quiz," Crowley said, practically bouncing on his heels. Aziraphale's toes were freezing. "Any idea what the brightest object in the sky is?"

Aziraphale nudged a little closer, until the toes of their snowshoes pressed right up against each other. He liked the shadows playing on Crowley's face. It accentuated his cheekbones and drew every ounce of Aziraphale's attention to his mouth.

"That's a trick question. You're trying to fool me."

Crowley looked down on him, a flash of white teeth as he spoke. "Who me? I would never –"

"It's the sun, of course," Aziraphale interrupted, garnering a sound of surprise and pride from his companion.

"Clever Aziraphale."

The praise was enough to start something brewing deep down, an ache that had been hovering somewhere about his navel the entire evening.

Crowley leaned forward for more teasing. "How about the second?"

If Aziraphale could sing, he would. "That would be the moon, my dear."

"Very good!" Crowley took off a glove and brushed his knuckles over Aziraphale's cheek. "And the third?"

Aziraphale shook his head. His nose dripped unhelpfully. If he were to open his mouth just then, he'd be proclaiming something he knew would not be well-timed. He didn't want to break the spell.

"The third brightest object," Crowley said softly, withdrawing his hand and leaning impossibly close, "is –"

It was too much. Aziraphale was done resisting. He never heard what it was that shined so bright after the moon. He reached up and wrapped a hand around the man's long, thin scarf. He pulled him in. He didn't care that his nose was running and his feet were ice, because his lips were warm. And so were Crowley's.

It was a brief thing, this first, fervent kiss, the angle awkward for each. Aziraphale was up on his frozen toes, and Crowley had been pulled forward and slightly off-kilter. And Aziraphale felt right away that it was unbalanced in more ways than one.

He pulled back, gave the man's space back to him. Oh, how stupid could one person be? Taking something so dear without asking –

"I – I'm sorry," Aziraphale began, stomach dropped clear to the ground as he looked immediately away. "I thought –"

But Crowley took a step forward where there wasn't any room to, carefully rocking up onto Aziraphale's snowshoes with his own. A bare hand slid over Aziraphale's cheek, under his scarf, to the back of his neck. And when he looked up, Crowley, head tipped slightly, mouth open and eyes wide, touched the point of Aziraphale's chin with his thumb.

"Aziraphale."

He hadn't gotten it wrong; he'd been so very right. Hearing his name said like that was proof enough.

Crowley hovered for an exquisite moment before tipping Aziraphale's head back with the thumb on his chin. His eyes were ablaze, his whole body leaning and determined, and Aziraphale was weak for it. With quivering lips, he closed his eyes and met Crowley in the middle. Chest pressed against chest. A hand on the man's upper arm. Breath hot and humid between them. And then –

Crowley kissed him, well and properly kissed him. And it was everything.

When you are old - on AO3

#ineffable husbands #aziracrow #crowley #aziraphale #good omens #llflorence

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hsdreamling · 1 year ago

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OH THIS IS MY MOMENT TO SHINE HAFSHGS

I've read so many fics so here some recommendations aaaaaaaa

Artist Dream and Life-Model Hob by @arialerendeair

Dragon AU by @arialerendeair

God Dream and maiden Hob by @seiya-starsniper

Sex phone worker AU by @issylra

Omegaverse AU by @seiya-starsniper

Another Omegaverse AU by @gabessquishytum

And this Omegaverse AU too (cause I love omegaverse ofc) by @moorishflower

Ponstars AU by lost_elf

Tattoo artist Dream and florist/professor Hob by @issylra

Student Hob and patron Dream by @arialerendeair

Architect Dream and professor Hob by @moorishflower

Potter Dream and Handy-man/professor Hob by @softest-punk

Figure skating AU by @arialerendeair

Model Dream and photographer Hob by @valeriianz

Rockband AU (?) (somenthing like that, the rest's a surprise ahsfahbs) by LLflorence

Human AU, Childhood friends plot by @valeriianz

Human Au, retired Dream by @softest-punk

Dragon Dream, caretaker Hob by @arialerendeair

Librarian Dream, Widower Hob (they're single parent here, I love this fic) by @softest-punk

Witch Dream AU by @honeyteacakes

Zombie apocalypse AU by @moorishflower

Roommates AU by @staroftheendless

Friends with Benefits plot by equus8

Mechanic Hob and Posh rich Dream by @arialerendeair

Scent marking/true mates AU by @arialerendeair

Bartender Dream, Pub owner Hob by @deliriiuumm

Android AU by @arialerendeair

Hunter Hob, shape-shifter Dream by InTwainFiction

Different meeting AU (Hob repairs clocks now) by Mini

Hunter Hob, Wolf Dream(?) by @moorishflower

Youtuber AU by @arialerendeair

Chess AU(?) by quillin

Artist Dream, professor Hob (autistic Dream as well, loved it) by krystalmatsumya

Fake relationship plot (?) by @dancinbutterfly

Medieval AU by @gabessquishytum

Pirate/Siren AU by @moorishflower

THESE ARE JUST ONES OF MY FAVORITES OK? but you should read everything these users write 'cause I swear they're brilliant! 🫂

It's kind of annoying that of the 4,000 Dreamling fanfics, 85% are about Hob rescuing Dream. I've never seen a fandom with so little variety. I need more alternate universes, where are the cowboys, astronauts, college AUs?

#I'm sorry if I don’t know the user of some of you):#and I'm sorry for the tags but you should be recognised CAUSE GOOD GOD #HOW CREATIVITY #LOVE YOU GUYS #fic rec #dreamling fic

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timesorceror · 19 days ago

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If you've found this list of fic recs via my Dreamling Fic Recs Masterpost, then you know this list is one of many.

However, if you came upon this list some other way, then know that it is in no way an exhaustive archive of the best of the best in Dreamling (especially since Tumblr posts have a link limit of 100 inline links per post). For the full spiel about how this list came to be and a link to my Google Doc with the most up-to-date full list, please see the Masterpost for details.

All you need to know is that this list works sort of like a menu at a restaurant. You're here to eat at Restaurant Dreamling, and the item categories on this menu are series written various authors.

Some are complete series, most are not.

Some series I have highlighted only my personal favorite fics, while others I recommend as-is. Most series don't have summaries on AO3, so I wrote a few of them myself, but I did copy them over when they were available. A few series recs that contain miscellaneous fics have one or two main tags that are the primary attraction of the fic which they're attached to.

I hope that explanation was enough to get you hungry for some tasty Dreamling fics, and may you have a wonderful dining experience!

Lightning_glass42

one-shots [All Explicit Works]

A collection of Dreamling fics containing:

• sunburst [1,040 words] (Crying During Sex / Established Relationship) • sailing softly through the sun [900 words] (Crying During Sex / Cuddling) • you really got me now [693 words] (Established Relationship / PWP) • exhale the stress so you don't come unglued [1,767 words] (Light BDSM / Cuddling & Snuggling) • the tide is full [958 words] (Monsterfucking / Tentacle Sex) • every time i hold you, i begin to understand (anything you want, you got it) [1,227 words] (Light Bondage / Blindfolds) • your love is moving like lightning through me [1,141 words] (Double Penetration / Immortal Throuple) • oakwood and silver stars [1,211 words] (Breeding Kink / Subspace) • living, breathing (a person, wanting) [2,131 words] (Dom Hob / Sub Dream)

satyr hob/witch dream [All Explicit Works]

Dream is village witch who meets a Saytr called Hob. The villagers, thinking that Hob stole Dream, decide to go on the offensive, and Dream has Opinions about this. Mostly there is porn. Some angst and bloodshed too, but mostly it is porn.

LikeMmmCookies

Pisces Moon [Contains some Explicit Works]

Dream returns to Hob after his escape. Again, and again, and again. He doesn’t understand why, even after he and Hob start accidentally dating. There is smut, cuddles, and some adorable sickfic.

lithenemesis

Faith in Humanity [Contains some Explicit Works]

Even after coming home, to his admittedly destroyed, but much missed and loved realm, the shivering won't stop. But Hob has a solution for that.

LLflorence dreamling (LLflorence)

Dreamling [All Explicit Works]

A collection of Dreamling fics containing:

• alone, together [9 Chapters | 13,885 words] (Post Sound of Her Wings) • White Knight [12 Chapters | 22,618 words] (Hob is Hope of the Endless) • Lost you and found hope [15 Chapters | 42,355 words] (Hob is Hope of the Endless / Alternate Universe) • The Blood of Bucephalus [11 Chapters | 33,220 words] (Alternate Universe - Greek / Happy Ending)

Maelstrom22

Acts of love [Contains some Teen Works]

Moments in Hob and Dream's blossoming relationship. Moments that made their hearts skip a beat and realise just how much they love each other.

MDJensen

Standing Invitations [Contains some Teen Works]

Canon-adjacent series that picks up after (1x06) Sound of Her Wings, focusing on QPR Dreamling (though leaning a bit towards romance in parts).

Mondaysundayssadurdays

Dreamling Flatmates!AU [Contains some Explicit Works]

Morpheus and Hob are flatmates. Hob plays rugby, and Morpheus finds this (and Hob’s very short rugby shorts) extremely attractive.

monobuu

Drinking Songs for the Socially Anxious [Contains some Explicit Works]

Morpheus doesn’t want to be at this party his sister invited him to, so he hides. Until someone charming finds him.

MonstrousRegiment

Perfect Shadows in a Sunshine Day [All Explicit Works]

Hob Gadling accidentally becomes a criminal master (not mastermind!) and, by coincidence, ends up in the Burgess basement in 1957. Adventures are had, the Dreaming is in peril, and of course, there is smut.

MoonlightMav

No Longer a Dream [Contains some Explicit Works]

Morpheus thought it was the end when the Kindly Ones came for him, but after being saved and spared, he must now face another ordeal: continuing to live. Fortunately, his friend Hob Gadling has been succeeding in it for centuries.

The Home That Waits Outside the Spotlight [Contains some Explicit Works]

Actor Dream Evermoore decides to escape from the set of his latest movie to attend his youngest sister’s 18th birthday, but runs into a bit of a snag when he has to hide from his bodyguards in The White Horse pub. Robert Gadling, owner of The White Horse pub, recognizes the actor and decides to offer him a meal and some aid, and so much more after that.

Moorishflower

Beautiful, Strange and New [All Explicit Works]

On a bright and unforgiving Sunday morning, Hob Gadling, having attended the Wake of his best friend, opens his kitchen door to find...his best friend. Changed. Alive. Human, and carried in the arms of the being intended to replace him. What follows is a journey of learning how to love, how to be human, and how to truly live for oneself.

Hallmark 'verse [All Explicit Works]

Hob and Dream are dumped by their respective girlfriends before proposing to them a few days before Christmas. They end up sharing the same car on a train, where they get drunk on cheap wine and have train sex. When they wake up in their homes the following morning, they realize the rings were swapped, and shenanigans ensue.

Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs [All Explicit Works]

Post-Fishbowl, after dealing with the Dream Vortex, Dream of the Endless goes to Hob for rest. Finds sex instead. Feelings develop, there’s some sex pollen involved. Also, Hob offers a friends-with-benefits situation to get around his own traitorous heart. This can only go well.

Sandman Drabbles [Contains some Explicit Works]

A collection of Dreamling fics containing:

• Shapes [1,006 words] (Fluff / Eldritch Dream) • Vowel Shift [892 words] (Oral Sex / Body Modification) • Wedding Night [987 words] (Hob is Hope of the Endless / Human Dream)

The Wine-Dark Sea (Siren!AU) [Contains some Explicit Works]

Immortal Pirate Hob Gadling meets a carnivorous cecaelia named Dream of the Endless. The two of them engage in a centuries-long courtship filled with tender, brutal, but most importantly, enthusiastic monsterfucking. Later, they end up in space, where their story truly ends… and begins.

They're Husbands, Your Honor [All Explicit Works]

Sometime after 1889, Hob attends the wedding of a friend. He falls asleep at his friend’s home, thinking of how he wishes he and his Stranger were married, and accidentally offers his heart to Dream. What follows is their journey together as husbands.

Mywayornorway

Perennial Lovers [All Explicit Works]

A collection of Dreamling fics containing:

• Counting Down The Days [ 4,500 words] (Post Sound of Her Wings) • Papaver somniferum [ 3,300 words] (Pillow Prince Morpheus) • Galactic Blue [ 4,489 words ] (Porn with Plot / Fluff and Smut) • Let Your Morning Fall Upon Me [4 Chapters | 20,886 words] (Angst with a Happy Ending / Hob Gadling Saves Dream of the Endless)

NyriaMizell

dreamling fics that might or might not be connected [Contains some Mature Works]

A collection of Dreamling fics containing:

• holding onto the world i'm dream(l)ing [3,916 words] (Reunions) • Hob Gadling? In my family? More likely than you think [1,565 words] (Marriage Proposal) • Anything in my power [2,014 words] (Fluff + Gift Giving) • Stain my hands, I'll wash your sins [10,283 words] (1689 + Bathing)

often_adamanta

Dreamling Anatomical Adventures [All Explicit Works]

Dream shows up to Hob Gadling’s with a unique genital configuration. Hob sees this as a challenge, and succeeds with flying colors. Multiple times. Also there are tentacles.

Purplesauris

Loving Your Stranger 101 [Contains some Explicit Works]

Hob’s dreams begin to take on a more vibrant quality after over a hundred years of waiting for his Stranger. Dream returns to Hob, and they agree to start meeting (dating) more frequently. Fluff and smut and angst ensue.

Sam_Salami

Fuck it, we Ball. [Contains some Mature Works]

Dream and Hob are on a football team. Both the team and Hob are very protective of Dream, and Dream loves Hob very much, as per usual.

SerenAur

Try A Little Tenderness [Contains some Mature Works]

A touch-starved Dream visits Hob Gadling post-Fishbowl escape, desperately in need of comfort. Hob is all too happy to provide it, time and time and time again.

starsniper

Omega Regency Shenanigans [All Explicit Works]

Morpheus is a high society regency omega who wants to learn and travel and does not want to be staying home having children. Viscount Hob Gadling is an alpha who meets Dream one night who wants to give him the life of his dreams.

softestpunk

Monsterfucktober 2023 [All Explicit Works]

A collection of Dreamling fics containing:

• Haunted [2 Chapters | 2,963 words] (Human Dream / Ghost Hob) • Dark [1,369 words] (Monsterfucker Hob / Eldritch Dream) • Werewolf Boyfriends; The Care and Keeping Of [3,298 words] (Werewolf AU / Human AU) • My Beloved Monster [2,941 words] (Trans Hob / Monster Under the Bed AU)

The Wager [All Explicit Works]

Hob makes a claim about his oral talents. Dream makes him put his money where his mouth is.

Stormysaslytherin

A Scarred Dream, The Raven Queen, and The Immortal Consort [Contains some Explicit Works]

Dream is ambushed after his encounter with Shaxberd in 1589. Will has the presence of mind to inform Sir Robert Gadlen, who eagerly rushes with his wife Eleanor to rescue his friend. As Dream recovers in their care, a relationship forms, and history changes, If only slightly.

slythernim

An Eldritch Horror At The Bar [All Explicit Works - Please Read Tags Carefully for Warnings]

A collection of tales surrounding Hob and Dream’s reunion at the New Inn. Very smutty, often violent. Lots of monsterfucking and feels.

Sylcian_SPH_Legacy

Emotional Support Raven's Nest [General Audiences]

Matthew the Raven is gonna be the Best Raven Ever! But he would have appreciated a heads up about how much work it was to help Dream of the Endless deal with his emotions, his siblings and The Fates interference.

tharkuun

the turning of the season [Contains some Explicit Works]

After escaping his cage, Dream both craves and fears touch. He visits Hob Gadling and tumbles into bed with him, finding comfort in his immortal friend. Together they forge a tenuous connection and learn how to carefully navigate trauma and the mortifying ordeal of being known.

The_Shy_One

Luminous Beings [All Explicit Works]

In which Dream and Hob utilize the Dreaming to try new things. Very smutty new things.

TheFanficMustFlow

Little Miracles [Contains some Mature Works]

A series of short, sweet drabbles about domestic Dreamling and their little monster.

Thesuspiciousflyingjellyfish

Immortal Throuple: aka, they all have two hands each. [Contains some Explicit Works]

Contains Hob being both awesome and a bit insecure, Calliope being a complete sweetheart and badass, and Dream both the hottest anthropomorphic personification and a miserable wet cat as his lovers force him to have fun.

ThirtySixSaveFiles

Temple Dreaming [All Explicit Works]

When Dream seeks Hob Gadling after speaking with Death, he finds a temple that is shaped like a pub. He also finds Hob Gadling, and Dream learns the true depth of the immortal’s devotion.

Thranduilland

to the waters and the wild [Contains some Mature Works]

In which Hob is secretly a fae prince the entire time.

TimelessRiver

The Gods We Can Touch [Contains some Explicit Works]

Hob comes home from work to discover Dream in a state of agitation. Unable to console him, he steps out, encounters and defends Dream to Desire, and returns to reconcile with Dream. Then they have sex about it.

tinglingsensation

Un Ami [Contains some Explicit Works]

Hob rescues Dream, moves to the French countryside, takes up gardening and teaches Dream about self care. Also they kiss.

Torte

Help this blackbird (there's a stone around my leg) [Contains some Explicit Works]

Hob is a witch AU. This series follows Hob and Dream exploring their relationship after reuniting in 2022.

Monthly Meetings at the New Inn [Contains some Teen Works]

A series of short monthly meetings between Hob and Dream.

There's an Emerald in the Sky [All Teen Works]

After the passing of Morpheus, new Dream of the Endless, Daniel, and Hob learn how to navigate their relationship going forward.

The Storms of Life [Contains some Explicit Works]

Hob is overheard shouting at Dream in 1889, and is captured by Burgess’ men. He is kept in the cellar and tortured for information, until Lucienne notices the change in his dream journal and notifies Dream. Hob is rescued, and escorted until he has what he needs to start a new life. Dream departs, intending not to see Hob again until 1989… but Hob keeps dreaming about that cellar.

ObsessiveAgony

Omega Hob / Alpha Dream [Contains some Explicit Works]

Hob Gadling is an omega. Dream of the Endless is an alpha. They go through the motions of their meetings, fall in love, and form a bond. They navigate the journey to parenthood with joy and sadness, but in the end they become a family, together.

viiidispade

you're not gruesome, just human (and you've made a few mistakes) [Contains some Mature Works]

Hob Gadling has a lethal encounter with Erasmus Fry, unintentionally saves a goddess, and later with her help, also saves his beloved stranger from a glass fishbowl. Or: in which three immortals softly figure out how to grieve and recover and rebuild themselves together.

winterbucky (WinterLadyy)

endless journeys (to happiness) [General Audiences]

Dream meets with Hob post-Fishbowl. He expressed a willingness to meet more frequently, and so they do in both the Waking and the Dreaming. Eventually they begin dating and turn into tooth-rotting fluffy boys.

Whoareyou0000

What Love Blooms in its Patience [Contains some Mature Works]

A shared night of passion between Hob and Dream, hundreds of years in the making, results in an unexpected and yet not unwanted pregnancy.

zoomacroom

The Retired Dream Mpreg AU [All Explicit Works]

Morpheus and Hob navigate the challenges of marriage, moving on, starting a family, and being human.

#dreamling #dreamling fic #fic recs #long post

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gfawkesphoenixchokingonashes · 2 years ago

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Here’s a snippet from my dreamling fic that was supposed to post tonight in its entirety, but since AO3 is down and I’m a normal, rational, patient adult . . .

“The raven’s name is Matthew?”

“Yes, and he doesn’t like you very much. So –”

Hob interrupted, incredulous at the concept. “ – Why doesn’t he like me?”

There was a long pause and then an exasperated answer, as if the reason was clear as daylight. “Well, because he feels threatened by Lord Morpheus’ affection for you.”

Naturally. Why didn’t Hob consider that the raven was jealous?

For nearly six hundred years, sleep came like a sudden thunderstorm and was over as soon as it passed. He’d wake up refreshed, reset, and ready to learn something new.

That changed when Hob Gadling discovered he’d met the King of Dreams.

The first night it happened, he thought he was awake. The young woman was too handsome, her mocha-colored skin too perfect, and Hob thought perhaps he was being made a fool of.

“Death? Your name is Death?”

She smiled, soulful brown eyes pitying him for not believing. “I don’t often get to ask. Consider your answer before you speak it.”

Hob studied her shadow on the ground. Surely dreams didn’t have shadows? It was much too large for her slight height, fuzzy around the edges, like feathers shimmering slightly as if there were a breeze, although there was none.

She had asked the same thing another beautiful and enigmatic specimen had; was he ready?

The first time Hob answered, it was with a laugh. “Surely you’re joking? I’ve already told him I will never be ready. It’s not something I’m preparing for, so how could I be ready?”

“Very well.”

He woke as if he’d been plunged into cold water, gasping for air and struggling to get above the surface.

The following night, his friend stood behind her, lips pursed in his signature pout, disapproving brows, and the shadows in the hollows of his cheeks.

However, Hob couldn’t make himself look into those painfully blue eyes sitting in that gaunt face, no matter how hard he tried.

He woke the same way, fighting to bring himself back to the waking world.

It continued like that for years, with Hob unable to look into the man’s eyes, although he desperately wanted to. He felt as if he were that close to something so precious and meaningful but missing his chance to hold it in his hand. It was frustrating and exhausting, and he began to obsess over it.

Until one night, something changed.

He spoke.

“Sister,” those pink lips amidst all that pale skin barely moved, but the deep voice boomed large inside his head. “I wish to speak to him now.”

The woman he considered a sibling moved aside and allowed her brother to take a step forward, and finally, Hob could make the eye contact he desired.

There was something so severely passionate about that gaze. Hob was sure of it. He’d seen it several times before now, each time in the pub. The last time they’d met, after confirming their mutual friendship, it had been there too. Only this was much more direct.

“You wish to ask me something,” the pale-faced man offered, speaking in his slow, controlled way. Hob had missed it so.

“I do?”

Death’s brother nodded slowly, just one time, not even blinking.

“Uh.” A hundred and one things were bouncing around in his head, and Hob couldn’t settle on any one. He stuttered and scrambled for the right question, feeling like the words would never come, until the right ones landed on his tongue.

“Your name. Please. What is your name?”

Instead of answering or even refusing to answer, the nameless man moved quickly, raising those long fingers to blow on them, just as he had with Johanna Constantine.

And Hob woke up in his bed. Alone.

He sat up with no apparent need to gasp for air or struggle his way out of an invisible bubble. He sat up, and he knew the nameless man’s name.

The King of Dreams.

As a scholar and student of the mind sciences, Hob fell back to his research. There he found numerous references to this so-called king, most modern ones referring him to the greek god Morpheus.

Hob had a follow-up question.

“You have another?” The King of Dreams didn’t mess around with bringing his sister along this time. It was just he and Hob, facing off in some unknown place. Just the two of them, alone, but together.

“Yes.”

Hob felt much more confident. He’d studied philosophy and psychology, and although he detested Sigmund Freud, he sympathized with Carl Jung and his collective consciousness. Hob used that theory to control his own dreaming state to form his second question.

“If I can see you here in dreams and in the waking world, does that not make me immortal?”

The Dream King inclined his head, the only thing that moved. “Perhaps.”

That spurred the third question, bringing Hob closer to a discovery.

“Perhaps? I’m going to assume that’s a yes. And if it’s a yes, I’d like to know if god and immortals are the same things.”

Again, the so-called god blew on his hand, and Hob woke up in his bed.

“What exactly are you asking?”

The voice came from his bedroom, from the partial darkness, from the foot of his bed. There he stood, like one of so many imagined and yet unfulfilled fantasies. Hob would very much like to invite him into his bed.

The Dream King repeated it a little louder and with much more force.

“What exactly are you asking?”

Instead of startling Hob, as it should have, it caused his heart to beat faster for another reason. The thrill of having an intelligent conversation, of sharing the same space, of being equals, was bringing with it a heady sense of reality.

Hob pushed himself to a seated position and implored the being to understand. “I don’t want to be a god.”

The King of Dreams approached with a heavier set to his eyebrows than usual. The desire that had been there, had always been there, morphed into concern. “Why not?”

“Because –” Hob faltered, unable to force the confession out in such a brutally raw way. It seemed obvious. “Because it would damage our friendship.”

He’d only just gained it back, after all. And after losing it for more than one hundred years, Hob couldn’t fathom being without it again.

There was a colossal silence where those eyebrows dipped even lower. “I am not a god either. Gods are the creations of humans.”

“And if you created me? What am I?”

The Dream King stepped even closer, extending one long arm. His black cloak draped over the edge of the bed, streaming across Hob’s lap. The light from the hallway fell on his hand as it lifted higher, and higher. And Hob realized, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that this – whatever he was – cared for him.

Then those fingers touched Hob’s cheek.

“You? You are beautiful.”

alone, together (on ao3) - dream of the endless / hob gadling (dreamling), Post-Episode: s01e06 The Sound of Her Wings (The Sandman TV)

#dreamling #hob gadling #dream of the endless #the sandman #llflorence

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