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timesorceror · 4 months 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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leashybebes · 3 months ago

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wip word game

i was tagged in this a bunch so here goes. these are from a bunch of different things, mostly allying and amnesia fic, with a few fluffebruary bits thrown in when i couldn't find anything in those. and i still had to fudge it a little lol. feel free to guess what's what!

no pressure tags for @hyperfocusthusly, @bidisasterevankinard, @kissmyashes for the word best

from @geddyqueer the word wreck

W - What does Tommy mean, Eddie's in Texas? Buck doesn't remember him talking about taking a trip, but then he doesn't remember what landed him in hospital, either.

R - "Remember, I am a world leading expert at complicated parent stuff, okay? I got you."

E - "Evan. Of course. We're still friends. I just don't need your uh. Your particular brand of wingman skills right now."

C - "Couldn't handle the shift work," Tommy says with a shrug, but it doesn't escape Buck that they're having this conversation two weeks after the first time since Derek became a feature that Tommy wound up in hospital with smoke inhalation and a concussion.

K - Karen lets out a long, slow breath. "Do you want one of us to try talking to him?"

from @dadvans the word real

R - (The) room they're staying in is down the hall from mom's but they still settle close under the covers, heads on the same pillow, a sheet pulled up high creating a warm little world just for them.

E - Evan's big hand squeezes at his waist. "Dance with me."

A - Across the table, Tommy drags the tip of his nose up the side of Derek's face, across his stubble, making him smile.

L - "Look, give it some time," he says again. "I'm not saying never, man, you know we'd love to see you. But not yet, okay?"

from @rcmclachlan the word star

S - She barely comes up to Tommy's shoulder, but manages to make him look small when she envelops him in a hug.

T - Tommy is a good kisser - even out of his mind with pleasure, he's good at it, messy and biting enough that it fits the moment, but not sloppy, more like a controlled messiness.

A - "Are you coming down with something?" he asks, pressing the back of his hand to Tommy's forehead like he's five years old.

R - (The) red velvet cupcakes were an easy choice. They're Tommy's favorite by far which Buck doesn't get at all, if he's being honest.

from @sugarpenchant the word water

W - When Buck kisses back, he makes a noise low in his chest and gets his hands in Buck's hair, keeps him close, gasps against his mouth.

A - A week later, Buck meets a girl on a call who has a pet snake.

T - Tommy looks briefly like he's been dunked in cold water before he musters up a laugh.

E - Evan looks beautifully happy in the resulting photo.

R - (The) rest of the house will need some work to match their style, but Tommy can already tell Evan won't want to change a thing about the kitchen, from the cute little island to the six ring hob with built-in flat top. Tommy grabs Evan's hand to stop the tugging on his sleeve and holds it tight.

from @setmeatopthepyre the word bite

B - "Boy, I clocked you years back. Wasn't sure if you knew, but. You think the way you looked at Deluca or - guys on calls was subtle?"

I - "I had a close call at work," Tommy admits, and tries to ignore the desperate little part of him that thrills when Evan, all these months later, looks worried.

T - Tommy doesn't move in the doorway, other than to tuck his hands into his pockets, a familiar, awkward movement.

E - Evan shrugs and looks away. "I figured I'd never see you again."

#bucktommy #my writing #wip games

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seiya-starsniper · 9 months ago

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I mean, I can't NOT prompt 3."Can you just look at me? Please?" with Dreamling. Because I'm predictable like that.

🤘five-and-dimes

Hey @five-and-dimes, remember when you sent me this BACK IN MARCH? 😅 I finally got around to it, for Sandmannivery and also for Dreamling Bingo!

This was originally supposed to be a shortfic and then it ballooned to 4k, whoopsies! But I don't think you'll mind all that much ahahahaha.

@mr-sadman prompt: Amnesia @dreamlingbingo prompt: Square C1 - Rescue

Rating: General

Warnings: None

Tags: Memory Loss, Dream of the Endless Saves Hob Gadling, Time Loop, Angst with a Happy Ending

Read the whole fic below or on AO3: a half-remembered dream

— — — — — — — — — —

It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the air was warm and inviting. It was the type of day best spent laying out on the grass in a bed of flowers, with no thought or care to any sort of responsibilities for that day. It was a weekend after all.

Wasn’t it?

Now that he thinks about it—what day is it anyways? Wasn’t there something he needed to do? Why did it feel like there was something he was forgetting?

— — — — —

It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the air was warm and inviting. It was the type of day best spent laying out on the grass in a bed of flowers…

…Where were all the flowers?

When the man sits up all he sees is an endless sea of grass. Where was he? What time was it? How long had he been here? Why was he—who was he?

Why can’t he remember?

What was going on?

How—

— — — — —

It was a beautiful day. The sun—

— — — — —

It was a beautiful day. Again. The sun was shining. Again. The birds were singing. Always the same song, the same length, the same tune. The same, the same, the same. The sun was shining, but now it felt cold and hollow, not warm and inviting. There was something very wrong about where he was, and now that he was paying attention, he fits the pieces together to form a very simple conclusion.

Hob Gadling was dreaming.

He’d been dreaming for the entire time he’d been here. And he still had no idea where here was. Sometimes he’s laying in a field of flowers. Other times there’s nothing else but grass and rolling hills for miles. Sometimes he hears the babbling of a brook nearby. Sometimes he remembers the vague outline of a cottage that reminds him of his childhood home. The one from 1359.

Hob doesn’t know how long he’s been here. Every time he gets somewhat close to maybe remembering something, his mind just—floats away. He wouldn’t quite call it blacking out, his vision doesn’t go suddenly dark and he doesn’t lose consciousness then suddenly wake up. Could a person even wake up from a dream into another dream? Hob has no idea.

Sometimes though, if he concentrates enough, Hob can feel a deep ache in his muscles and bones. He knows it’s his real body that feels the pain because in this dream world, Hob can run and skip and jump for miles and miles and miles. Wherever his body, his real body was, Hob knows that it hadn’t moved or been moved in a very long time.

Too long, his mind supplies.

Wake up, he tells himself. He’d always been able to get himself to wake up if he knew he was dreaming. But it doesn’t seem to be working this time. Hasn’t worked on any of his other previous attempts really, but Hob still feels like he has to at least try to do it again.

Wake! Up! he tells himself over and over to no avail. Wake up, wake up, wake up!

Nothing.

Hob growls in frustration and desperately looks around the dreamscape, hoping for some sort of sign, some sort of clue for how to get out of here. Was he in a coma? Was that why he couldn’t wake up? Was his body safe? Was he—?

Hob startles suddenly as his eyes catch sight of a shadow. The movement is so swift, so sudden, that Hob’s not entirely sure he didn’t just blink and imagine it all. He whips his head around desperately, concentrating all his focus to the spot where he thinks the shadow may have gone.

And then he sees it. A small wisp in the dark. Hob runs, desperate to catch up to it. He wants to see what it is, who it is, because he’s almost certain the shadow is a person, and maybe they know a way out of this place, a trick to wake Hob up, something, anything to help.

But then, just as suddenly as it appeared, the shadow vanishes into the air, as if it had never been there at all.

But Hob knows that he’s seen it. He knows it’s there.

He knows he’s not alone here. Not anymore.

— — — — —

It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the air was warm and inviting.

“Why can’t I wake up?” Hob asks the shadow, ignoring everything else around him. The shadow stands out in the bright landscape of the dream, though Hob is certain it did not mean for Hob to perceive its presence at all.

The shadow does not answer him. It never does. Hob sees the shadow all the time now, out of the corner of his eye, always just beyond reach. He doesn’t know what the shadow is, but he is certain that he knows the shadow itself. He’s forgotten the hows and the whys and the whens, but he knows the shadow is a friend. That it won’t hurt him.

The problem is, the shadow won’t help him either.

“Can you just look at me please?” Hob begs. If he were stuck here, if even they were both stuck here, wherever this weird limbo between dreaming and waking was, wouldn’t it be better if they worked together? Anything was better than this crushing loneliness Hob was feeling right now. He would do anything to have a conversation with someone right now. He doesn’t know when the last time was that he’d heard the voice of a friend.

“Answer me!” Hob demands, his anger rising now as the shadow continues to ignore him. “Why can’t I wake up from this dream?!”

Silence. Then—

“It is not safe,” the shadow says, and then, once again, it is gone.

— — — — —

It was a beautiful day. No. It was an awful day, and Hob screams to the sky and demands the stranger—his Stranger—because something about that rings true in his mind—stop hiding from Hob and face him like a man. That too, rings true in his mind, that the Stranger at the very least, wore the shape of a human man whenever Hob saw him.

As always though, Hob’s questions are met with nothing but indifferent silence.

Hob will not give up. He knows now that something is very wrong, something that is keeping Hob from waking up, from living, and he is determined to find out exactly what.

Ever since Hob encountered the Stranger, his mind has stopped floating away, but now Hob is all too aware that he’s repeating the same day, in this same goddamned endless landscape, over and over again. And he doesn’t know why.

The Stranger knows why. He doesn’t always show up when the day resets, but when he does, he doesn’t speak, nor does he meet Hob’s eye, no matter how much he begs and pleads. If Hob tries to run to him, the Stranger somehow ends up further away, without having taken a single step. It’s infuriating.

Today, Hob can’t see him anywhere, but somehow, he knows the Stranger is here. And still, he ignores Hob’s requests to talk. Hob tries insults next, hurling whatever cruel and uncaring words come to the forefront of his mind. No response. He tries threats. Nothing. He goes back to begging, crying even, for any sort of acknowledgement from this cruel and uncaring god.

No response.

So Hob screams.

He screams and screams and screams and—

— — — — —

It was raining.

Finally, something was different. Hob had grown sick of nothing but sunny days and perfect weather. It was all so fake. The sunny weather was fake, the beautiful landscapes were fake, the trees, the flowers, the singing birds, all of it was fake and Hob hated it here.

Thunder booms in the distance suddenly, followed by the unmistakable crack of lightning, as if the weather had worsened to reflect Hob’s feelings on the matter. Maybe Hob was affecting this tiny little dream world he found himself suddenly trapped in. Maybe he had more power here than he originally thought.

Not that it really mattered anyways. Hob was still trapped, and his only hope for escape refused to talk to him. For all Hob knew, the Stranger he’s been trying so hard to communicate with is the reason he’s trapped here. Maybe he’s keeping Hob here because Hob did something to offend him.

Even as the thought crosses his mind, he knows immediately that it’s not true. The Stranger, whoever he was, was Hob’s friend, and Hob knew, deep in his bones, his weary, achy, exhausted bones, that the Stranger wouldn’t keep him here against his will. There was something else going on, and for whatever reason, Hob wasn’t allowed to know.

“Please tell me what’s wrong,” Hob says to the falling drops outside his cottage window. “You said it wasn’t safe, but what if I’m not safe out there? Where is my body? Why am I asleep? What happened to me?”

Lightning crackles and sparks in the distant horizon in response, but Hob receives no other indicator that the Stranger, the shadow, had been listening to his pleas at all.

— — — — —

It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and Hob thinks he has never heard anything more perfect and wonderful in his entire life.

Because today, Hob finally remembers.

He remembers the meeting with his Stranger in 1389. Then 1489. And 1589. And on and on they went, secret meetings in the same tavern once every hundred years. A friendship borne on shaky beginnings, but still steadfast and true. He remembers the name of his friend. His patron. His—

“Dream!” Hob calls out to the sky. It vibrates and shakes and Hob can feel the atmosphere of the dreamscape tremble at the utterance of its maker’s name. Hob learned that Dream’s name is a closely guarded secret, that it is sacred, because to hold Dream’s name in one’s mind is to hold power over the Endless himself.

Even knowing this, Hob still calls for him. Even knowing the pull of Hob’s will, Dream still does not come.

Which means that something incredibly bad has happened. Dream would not lock Hob away like this without cause.

“Why am I here, Dream?!” Hob yells. “What’s going on?!”

— — — — —

It was…a day.

Hob does not know how long he’s been here, trapped, scared, alone. The dreamscape has grown dull with each passing, unchanging day, and Hob’s will to continue on with this charade of a life grows thinner and thinner as well.

He does not want to die. Hob will never ask for Death’s hand, of that much he’s certain. He will stay here for as long as it takes, confident that one day, he will once again taste what it feels like to be awake. To be alive.

But Hob is also tired, and, perhaps more importantly, he is bored. As peaceful as his little cottage is, as safe as it appears, there is nothing left for Hob to do but wait. And he does not know what he is waiting for, other than for Dream to finally speak to him and tell him that everything’s all right again.

So Hob decides to sleep.

He realized, some time back, that though his physical body is asleep, his dreaming body is wide awake. But this manifestation too, needs rest, and cannot sustain itself forever, even in the realm of dreams. His dreaming mind, too, needs rest from time to time, which Hob belatedly realizes is the reason why sometimes he has a dreamless sleep.

Dream, Hob is certain, will wake both his subconscious and conscious minds, when everything is safe in the Waking World again.

The cottage in this landscape of Hob’s mind contains a bed big enough for Hob to sprawl in. Hob wouldn’t have had this bed back in the 1300s, it’s more reflective of the one he shared with Eleanor in the 1500s, back when he was a lord and could afford all the finest silks and sheets. It’s far too large of a bed to sleep in alone, and Hob almost wishes he could craft himself a companion of some sort to cuddle up to, to at least pretend he’s not stuck in his own mind alone. And well, it was probably for the better anyways. Hob is pretty sure that even if he could make himself a companion, it wouldn’t be Eleanor he would create in his mind’s eye to cuddle up to. And well, that would be rather embarrassing to explain.

So Hob settles in his large bed, alone, and lets himself drift off, hoping that he won’t wake too soon.

— — — — —

It was a beautiful…night?

Hob spins and spins and spins, and still, he cannot fathom how it is he’s surrounded on all sides by nothing but darkness stars. He thinks he should be falling, for there is nothing but infinity below his feet when he looks down. And yet, the ground beneath his feet is solid as anything Hob has ever stood on, even if staring at it too long makes his eyes a little dizzy.

Everything Hob has come to know about his dream world is gone. The cottage is gone, the bed he’d been sleeping in for eons and eons and eons is gone, the grass, the flowers, the rolling hills, all of it is gone, gone, gone. Like it had never existed in the first place.

Hob tries running in one direction, then another. Yet for all his efforts, he never seems to truly move anywhere. He wonders what it all means.

Then, Hob sees him. A shadow in the dark. A wisp of power. A spark of hope and light and friend.

Dream of the Endless rushes towards Hob in the blink of an eye and collapses in a broken heap at his feet. Hob startles and then falls to his knees, clutching his oldest friend in his arms. Has Dream always been so small? So frail?

“My friend, what’s happened?” Hob asks, trying to not jostle the other too much. Dream doesn’t respond, only groans when Hob tries to take a closer look at him. “Dream, please, are you all right?” Hob pleads, hoping and praying to whatever entity out there that the Endless was all right. That this wasn’t the end of the line for the two of them.

Even if it was though, Hob is certain he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

“Hob,” Dream gasps after a moment, his head suddenly shooting up as he meets Hob’s eyes. Hob realizes with horror that his friend’s face is covered entirely in blood, and his eyes are sunken, endless pits of black. Dream looks like someone had beaten him for hours, then thrown him out to fend for himself. Hob feels helpless, not knowing what he can possibly do to help.

“My friend,” Hob wails, tears filling his eyes, and gripping Dream tightly. “What happened to you?”

“It’s over,” Dream wheezes, then coughs out a darkened ball of sludge. “You’re free.”

“What? Dream!” Hob yells, and then—

— — — — —

Hob gasps and coughs loudly as air, real air, fills his lungs. To finally breathe with his waking body is both the most glorious and agonizing thing. He feels as though he had been dead and brought back to life, only this time around, he’d spent a particularly long time being dead. Everything hurt, his head, his eyes, his bones.

“Oh fucking hell,” someone curses from next to him. Hob’s head snaps harshly to his left, trying to locate the source of the voice.

It is a mistake to move so suddenly.

Hot, fiery pain shoots up Hob’s spine and all the way up to the tip of his ears and he groans. The voice curses again, calling Hob a bloody idiot and it’s only when Hob sees a flash of a bright white trench coat that he finally recognizes who it is that’s at his bedside.

“Constantine?” Hob tries to say, but his voice cracks on the syllables. He coughs again. He’s thirsty. Parched even. His tongue feels like lead, and every time he tries to say something else, the words come out as a cough and a wheeze instead.

“The one and only Hobsie,” Johanna replies, still seeming to understand Hob’s intelligible noises anyways. “I’m sure you’re wondering what the flying fuck has happened then,” she adds, gesturing between the two of them. “Let’s get you some water first though, you look and sound like shit.”

— — — — —

Hours later, Hob’s mind is spinning as Johanna explains to him what’s happened to Hob over the past eight months. Eight. Months.

Apparently, someone had figured out that Hob was immortal, and, unsurprisingly, had tried to see if they could steal his immortality for themselves. There was a battle, a negotiation with a demon that Johanna was all too happy to smite, a failed spell, a cult, and—a coma.

A coma induced by Dream. To save Hob’s mind. The demon that the cult had summoned had wriggled its way into Hob’s head, eager for a vessel that would not die so easily. One that could easily wreak infinite destruction and chaos upon the mortal realm.

Dream would not let that happen. He’d followed the path of the demon into Hob’s mind, had fought tirelessly with it, while keeping Hob’s own consciousness locked away in a small pocket of the Dreaming, where not even Lucifer themself could reach. He’d left the guard of Hob's physical body to Johanna, who then stuck Hob in one of her safehouses just outside London, checking on him every other day to see if his condition had changed. She had been just about to leave for the evening when Hob awoke and, in her words, “scared her fucking soul into next Thursday, you git.”

Johanna, unfortunately, has no idea what’s happened to Dream, but she’s not nearly as terrified as Hob feels she should be when he describes to her the last he’d seen of the Endless before he’d woken up.

“That bastard’s too stupid to let a demon off him like that,” Johanna says, shrugging. “I’ll see if I can get a hold of him, but you need to fucking rest, or he’ll kill me himself.”

Hob thinks he should be afraid to go back to sleep, after being asleep for so long already. But shortly after Johanna leaves, Hob finds himself growing sleepy once more, and for the first time, he falls into an entirely peaceful, dreamless slumber.

— — — — —

It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the air was warm and inviting.

Hob takes a deep breath, and smells fresh air for the first time in eight months.

He is awake. He is alive.

It had taken him almost an entire week to recover his strength after he’d woken up. An entire week of trying to make sense of his life, how he’d lost eight months of it, the cult of wannabe wizards who had tried to take his immortality from him, the lies Johanna had spun on his behalf so no one would look too closely into why Hob was suddenly missing. It had been overwhelming those first few days, but Hob’s always been quick to adapt to things, so today he is taking the time to relax and enjoy his hard won freedom.

Hob feels his presence before he sees him. He’s gotten good, over the centuries, at being able to sense when Dream was nearby. There was always just the subtlest change in the air, a sudden smell of morning rain where previously there had been none.

Dream sits next down to Hob on the bench, a loaf of bread in hand, which he starts to break apart to feed the pigeons that have gathered at their feet. He looks much improved from when Hob had last seen him. Still fragile, but whole and unhurt.

“I’ve been waiting for you to show up,” Hob says, turning to face Dream and smiling to show that he’s not angry.

“I am aware,” Dream replies, his own lips quirking up just so. “I apologize for the delay. I had some additional matters to deal with.”

“Banishing demons and the like?” Hob asks with a small chuckle. Dream huffs.

“How are you, my friend?” Dream asks instead of answering Hob’s question. Hob stretches and then cracks his neck in response.

“Still a bit stiff, honestly, but doing loads better,” Hob answers. “Thanks for…everything. Even if I wasn’t always the most grateful at times,” he adds a bit sheepishly. He still remembers how angry and frustrated he’d felt. How lonely he’d felt.

Hob knows, logically, that he’d mostly reacted out of fear and ignorance, much of which was brought on by his amnesia in the Dreaming. But he still feels guilty about all the unkind things he’d thought about Dream, when Dream had been out on the front lines desperately trying to save his life. Things he knows that Dream was able to perceive while Hob was locked away in the Dreaming. He wonders if that’s why Dream hadn’t come to see him right away. If his friend was angry at him, though he didn’t look like it at present.

Hob is shaken out of his morose thoughts by a solid hand on his shoulder. Dream’s hand. God, he really must look like a wreck if Dream is this concerned.

“I am sorry,” Dream says solemnly, “that I took so long to rescue you. You suffered unnecessarily because of my shortcomings.”

“Dream,” Hob says, swallowing a lump in his throat, and trying to ignore the heat creeping up his face at where his friend is touching him. “You saved me. That’s not nothing.”

He’s touched at how much Dream cares, but it really wasn’t the Endless’s fault that Hob found himself in danger. If anything, it was Hob’s fault entirely for not being careful enough, despite centuries of living, and learning that hard way that he needed to be careful.

“But it was my fault you were compromised in the first place,” Dream says, then suddenly goes silent, his face pinched.

Hob furrows his brow, confused. “How’s that?” he asks. “It wasn’t your fault that someone figured out I was immortal.” Dream sighs, then shakes his head.

“Those that captured you were not well versed in the ways of the occult,” Dream answers.“They mistakenly summoned a demon far more powerful than they intended, and it was only because the demon knew of your association with me that they were spared their lives, and allowed to strike a bargain.”

“So the demon only helped because he knew you and I were friends?” Hob asks. “That’s hardly your fault still.”

“That is—not all of it,” Dream says, looking wretched and like he’s marching to his own execution.

“Then what else?” Hob asks, placing his hand over Dream’s own. It’s surprisingly warm beneath his touch, but Hob may just be projecting. Dream tries to remove his hand from Hob’s shoulder, and Hob lets him, but doesn’t release his own grip on the Endless’s hand, letting their hands slide down to the bench between them instead.

“It’s okay, Dream,” Hob says, squeezing his friend’s hand in reassurance. “You can tell me.”

Dream stares at the point where their hands meet, face still pinched with discomfort. Hob lets the silence between them drag out, not wanting to rush his friend. Whatever it was Dream wanted to tell him, it clearly was something that weighed heavily on his mind, and Hob didn’t want to put his friend under any more duress than they both had been through recently.

“The demon knew,” Dream finally says, so quietly that Hob can barely hear him, “that I felt more for you than just friendship.”

Oh.

“Dream—” Hob starts to say, his heart suddenly lurching, but Dream holds up his free hand to silence him.

“That is not the only confession I wish to make,” Dream admits, before he takes a deep breath Hob knows damn well he does not need.

“Okay…” Hob replies, bracing himself, but still feeling hopeful, despite Dream’s somber tone.

“After our reunion at The New Inn,” Dream says, his face now tinted the slightest shade of pink. “You dreamed of me.”

Ah.

“I…see,” Hob says, processing all this new information while trying to calm the rapid thump-thump-thump of his heart. “So you’ve known for a while then,” he continues, his question confirmed when Dream nods his head silently at him, still looking somber.

“Why then—” Hob coughs and then clears his throat. “Why all the secrecy then?”

Dream’s brow seems to be in a permanent state of pinched, and Hob wants to smooth it out with his thumb, but he holds himself back as the Endless considers his words.

“My love has been a burden to mortals before,” Dream replies, looking stricken as some painful memory seems to overcome him. “It is, in fact, forbidden for the Endless to consort with mortals, barring certain circumstances,” he continues. “I withheld my knowledge of your feelings, as well as my own, for your own safety. For all the good that it did in the end.”

“Hey,” Hob says, squeezing down on Dream’s hand as understanding dawns on him. “I’m still here thanks to you. And still plan to be for the long haul. Too much to live for, remember?”

“I still put you in danger,” Dream starts to argue, but Hob shushes him gently.

“That sort of danger comes with what I signed up for,” Hob reassures him. “And I’d go through it again, just so you know,” he adds sincerely. “Too much to live for still includes you.”

Dream's eyes widen, shock and hope and awe clearly painted across his features. “You would still—?”

“I would,” Hob replies immediately, leaning in just close enough for them to almost kiss. “You're worth the risk, any day, any century, Dream.”

“You are a fool,” Dream replies, but there’s no reproach in his tone. Only a heat that makes desire curl in Hob’s belly.

“Maybe,” Hob grins, staring pointedly down at Dream’s mouth. “Can I kiss you?”

“You can do more than just that,” Dream purrs, and then suddenly the two of them are enveloped in a whirl of sand that instantly moves them from the park bench to Hob’s bedroom. Hob laughs as he finds himself pinned beneath the King of Dreams.

“C’mere you,” Hob says, tugging his oldest friend down into a kiss.

It was a perfect day.

#dreamling #dream of the endless/hob gadling #hob x morpheus #the sandman fanfic #seiya writes #seiya writes dreamling #sandmanniversary #sandmanniversary 2024 #dreamling bingo #dreamling bingo 2024

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zzoomacroom · 1 year ago

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Retired amnesia Dream + coma Hob for WIP ask game please 🥺🥺🥺

Thank you for the ask! @linzod asked about this one too, and I'm super excited about it! I only have it outlined so far, but I'm hoping to write it once I'm done with the mpreg fic.

So Murphy is just some guy, as far as he knows. He's an artist, and he's kind of a shut-in with no friends and no life to speak of. He starts having really vivid dreams that, unbeknownst to him, are showing him memories of his past life. He also keeps having these recurring dreams where he meets with this guy named Hob who seems really familiar and keeps telling Murphy that he's real, he's been looking for him, he's trapped in the Dreaming and he needs Murphy to find him in the waking world. Murphy doesn't believe any of it, thinks his unconscious mind made the whole thing up, and he's like, "great, I'm so lonely that my sleeping mind made me an imaginary friend." But then he keeps finding clues suggesting that Hob is telling the truth. He goes to the White Horse and, even though it's abandoned and boarded up, he recognizes it from his dreams. He also maybe finds mentions of Hob in historical texts, the drawing of them from the 1789 meeting, etc. So now he understands that it's all true, and he has to find Hob and hopefully regain his memories in the process.

Now I'm going to put what's happening from Hob's perspective under the cut, because it's a plot twist that would be revealed later in the story.

So how did they end up in this situation? Well, after the Wake, Hob became more unhinged than ever and couldn't accept that Dream was dead. So he planned to do a whole "Dream of a Thousand Cats" style thing and have a thousand people dream that Morpheus is alive again. But in order to organize and orchestrate this whole plan, Hob puts himself into a magically induced coma so he can stay in the Dreaming and make sure the plan works. But once it does, he finds himself stuck there. The mysterious and sketchy person he hired to put him into this coma has disappeared, and now he's trapped with no way to wake up. Morpheus keeps finding him when he dreams, so Hob is overjoyed about that but heartbroken that Morpheus doesn't remember him and doesn't believe any of his dreams are real. Eventually, Morpheus finds Hob in the waking world, wakes him up, gets his memories back, and they live happily ever after.

I don't want to give too much away, but I will say that this fic will also feature Death, Delirium, Daniel, Lucienne, Matthew, Johanna Constantine and Mad Hettie.

Hopefully I'll actually be able to get it written before too long 😭

#ask game #wip title game #the sandman #dreamling #dreamling fic #sort of #retired dream #zoom writes #zoom says stuff

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roguelov · 2 years ago

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omg omg omg so I had a dream and I need to talk about it. Okay so it starts off with hanging out with Morpheus on the beach and watching him work, in a moment of being complimented he looks away from his work and it goes berserk it was supposed to be a dream and it went wrong and attacked me and then everything shifted into Victorian London and there is a group worried around me. They take me into their house and call a doctor and I didn’t remember anything but my name. I figured I must be married, as I have a ring on and when asked who my husband was I said I couldn’t remember. The doctor comes and cleans my head wound, and declares I have amnesia. The family said they would support me and let me stay with them until I regained my memories. 6 months go by and no luck with memories, until one day walking through the streets with one of the girls and Hob is across the street and sees me and makes a beeline and says my name I see him and I was like I know you, the girl I’m with gets very excited and asks if he is my husband and he’s like no but I am a friend of her husband. The girl tells me to go with Hob and to find out what my life was like and she rushes home. Hob takes me to the Inn to see Dream and I started to remember certain things and it’s a big deal and I pulled out a necklace with the ring he gave me on it and had him put it on me again and he said let’s go home and everything shifts and it’s the castle and he explains everything that I’m technically in a coma in the waking world he is just happy to have found me and yeah it was a good dream it would make a good fic if I would sit down and write it lol

Bro … my love … you straight up left this world and went to another 😂

The drama? The cohesive story? You just lived a whole other life! And I was invested the whole time!!! Like damn you had it all with such good tropes and god I’m so jealous that is probably one of the best dreams I ever heard I hope it was as thrilling as it sounds

#now this was a story #an A tier story/dream #always band obsessed #ask

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avelera · 8 months ago

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So I’ve actually made some progress on my Hob amnesia fic (“hob is cursed to forget 100 years each night progressively, so Dream gets a walk down memory lane and learns just how in love with him Hob has always been” etc etc) fic anyway I decided to rewrite the opening (how they got together before Hob got whammied by the curse) which is becomings its own fic BUT I’m enjoying what’s happening there so anyway expect…. A lot of thirst. I’m resolved to finish this fic before posting so ONCE IT’S DONE you’re in for a treat!

#hob amnesia fic #dreamling

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goldflinches · 2 years ago

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Thinking about age regression/deaging trope but very specifically:

Hob getting deaged but the curse was meant for mortal creatures - not for an immortal human.

It might be someone connects the dots, figures out his relationship with Dream, and tries to incapacitate him. Or just a random boobytrap Hob activated while poking around in a place he was told explicitly not to go poking around in.

Either way, Hob gets deaged by like a 100 years and is so, so surprised when his once a century stranger comes to rescue him, acts so warmly and treats him with a fondness so unlike their most recent meeting in 1889. Hob is extremely grateful but also very cautious because he doesn't want to scare off the man again - not before finding out his name!

Meanwhile Dream is having an absolutely shit time. He's trying to break the curse while dealing with this huge setback in his relationship with Hob (as friends? as husbands? as some yet-to-be-named nebulous thing between them?) and trying not to be too visibly losing his mind when he's with Hob. They end up having meetings just like before but Dream is the one doing all the talking for once - it's the most Dream has talked in centuries but if there's a chance of jogging Hob's memory, he's willing to try.

So while Hob is getting reacquainted with the 21st century with the great/dubious guidance of Matthew, Dream is in the background trying to undo the curse by menacing the local magical community while in the line of fire of Johanna Constantine's very pointed questions and Lucienne's knowing looks.

Toss up of having the curse being broken by

true love's kiss

some convoluted spell that puts Dream in danger and Hob is fiercely against it but Dream goes ahead anyway (because of course he would)

Hob slowly gains his memories because the spell wasn't meant to last long and there was no need to panic actually

So basically: much miscommunication, lots of patchy history lessons from a Raven, so so much of Dream discovering the depths of Hob's affections for him (centuries worth of it) just as much as Hob is rediscovering Dream's deep regard for him (even before their 1889 meeting).

#dreamling #ik this hits a lot of beats of amnesia fic #but i do love the whole trying to deage an immortal but they're an immortal so now you have a different set of problems #so basically this is more or less 1889!Hob x post fishbowl!Dream #which as i said before: a whole different set of problems (and possibilities!)#thoughts have been thunk #the sandman

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timesorceror · 4 months 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!

acadethicc

that one amnesia post is now a cinematic universe [All Teen Works]

The only thing [Hob] remembers is the 1389 encounter. For all he knows, he woke up in the future, and a Very Hot Mysterious Guy claims he is immortal. Dream takes it upon himself to help Hob during this time, maybe realizing some of his own feelings in the process.

AceDragonType

Besties Hob & Death [Contains some Teen Works]

In which Hob and Death become friends over the course of his many deaths. He also becomes friends with her little brother Dream, and eventually more than friends. They hang out, get coffee, and are generally very cute and adorable.

Aetheltrythh

It never ends well. Or does it? [All Explicit Works]

Dream struggles with his traumas post-Fishbowl, so Hob helps Dream with some of his issues using shibari. They do some bondage and some bonding, and learning how to give over parts of yourself to someone you trust with all that you are.

Anonymous

Sandmännchen [General Audiences]

Dream is having trouble dealing with his trauma post-fishbowl. Hob figures out that Dream is going through age regression to cope, and so he sets out to help Dream with hugs and toys and lots of cuddles.

Sweet Dream [Contains some Explicit Works]

A collection of Dreamling fics containing:

• Replay [7 Chapters | 8,764 words] (Dream Sex, Dom/Sub) • To the Victor [6 Chapters | 24,532 words] (Hob is Hope of the Endless) • Other Names for Roses [2 Chapters | 9,538 words] (Omegaverse / Medieval AU) • Nothing So Crude [4,333 words] (Omegaverse / Regency AU)

apocryphal

Cottagecore [Contains some Teen Works]

The love story of a fae prince and a hedgewitch in the middle ages.

Ardin

In Secret I Love Thee Universe [Contains some Explicit Works]

Arranged Marriage AU. Modern Setting. Dream always knew he’d have an arranged marriage, so when it looks clear that his mother has settled on Robert Gadling, he figures he should get to know the man some, even if it goes completely against tradition to do so.

Aria_Lerendeair

Hopefully [Contains some Mature Works]

Hob is the anthropomorphic personification of Hope and the newest Endless. He has a lot of learning, a lot of growing, and a lot of change to deal with.

aWordyBody

What Magic Art Is This? [All Explicit Works]

Morpheus is a prolific theatre director who possibly cares way too much about art. Hob is a stagehand who just wants steady work at the same theatre, year after year.

Bacota

Chef!Hob au [Contains some Explicit Works]

Dream hires a private chef to help take some of the pressure off of caring for Orpheus. He does not factor in the possibility that he might fall for said chef. Not that this is a problem, technically.

BeatnikFreak

transatlanticism [Contains some Explicit Works]

Fifteen years after Dream left Hob, they bump into one another on a New York street. They have a beautifully smutty hook up, and then engage in some electronic penpal activity.

to take care of me [Contains some Explicit Works]

Of course Dream would come to Hob Gadling if he were in need of comfort. It is simply that Dream of the Endless is not a creature of comfort. Eventually, Hob Gadling manages to convince Dream otherwise.

behold_me

birds of a feather [All Explicit Works]

After their disastrous 1889 meeting, Jessamy decides to interfere in her master’s affairs, arranging a second meeting where Dream and Hob reconcile by having sex on Dream’s throne. Eventually Hob saves Dream from the fishbowl, they get married, and Hob gets to meet the family, in that order.

behold_me, The_KickIt_Domain

the poetry between stars [Contains some Explicit Works]

Suffering from writer's block and broken from a bad relationship, children's book author and illustrator Dream retreats to the small, beachside town of New Haven. He'd never have guessed that the town's vibrant, eclectic coffeeshop owner, Hob Gadling, would be the glue that puts him back together.

BuckytheDucky

last name [Contains some Mature Works]

Hob is in Las Vegas for a friend's stag party. Morpheus is in Las Vegas for his ex-wife's bridal shower. A night of drinking and commiserating is all the two plan for. Life has a funny way of derailing plans.

chaosheadspace

The Library Idiots [Contains some Explicit Works]

Dream Olympiou, freshly hired subject librarian, stirs up the sleepy reading rooms and Hob's life with a personality that leaves much to be desired and a body that's got fine written all over it. Hob is in for an adventure long overdue, including misunderstandings, shushed feelings, and checked out brains (and arses).

charinabook

Dream and Hob (600 years of pining) [Contains some Explicit Works]

Dream goes with Hob to one of his classes, gets hot and bothered about it, and there is some desk sex. Also he freaks out a little when he learns about Hob’s chronic pain, but it turns out alright in the end.

CourfeyracFredMariusCratchit

House at Pooh Corner [Contains some Explicit Works]

When two boys become fast friends, their fathers are tossed together by circumstances. They stay together by choice.

cuubism

Wish [Contains some Explicit Works]

Despite all reason and belief, Dream is pregnant with a half-Endless baby. It's all a lot more complicated than Hob was expecting.

dancinbutterfly

They Kinked So Hard They Self-Actualized Themselves Pregnant [Contains some Explicit Works]

Hob and Dream indulge in some breeding kink. Like a lot of breeding kink, with dream sex and consentacles. Then suddenly there is a child, and Dream complains to Desire about it.

dancinbutterfly, Moorishflower

Fuckboi Hob [Contains some Explicit Works]

Dream is in need of a date to his family dinner. The more objectionable, the better. So he puts out a listing, and Hob Gadling, tattooed parolee in recovery, is the one who answers.

Darci

Black Coffee [All Teen Works]

Sandman stories set in a human!AU, in which Hob and Morpheus meet at a coffeeshop and become friends - and more.

Delta_Pavonis

Knight Rhythms [Contains some Explicit Works]

A collection of Dreamling fics containing:

• Good Knight [748 words] (Fantasy AU / Knight x King AU) • Stay the Knight [2,663 words] (Fantasy AU / Knight x King AU) • find in me your rhythm [9,064 words] (Dancer Dream + Drummer Hob / Fantasy AU) • Sonata in D [454 words] (Dancer Dream + Drummer Hob / Fantasy AU) • Fanfare [1,072 words] (Dancer Dream + Drummer Hob / Fantasy AU) • Metronome [975 words] (Dancer Dream + Drummer Hob / Fantasy AU) • Tremolo [1,228 words] (Dancer Dream + Drummer Hob / Fantasy AU) • Crescendo [1,181 words] (Dancer Dream + Drummer Hob / Fantasy AU) • Sympathetic Vibrations [6,628 words] (Dancer Dream + Drummer Hob / Fantasy AU) • Quaternion [5 Chapters | 16,767 words] (Fantasy AU / Doppleganger)

Not Immune to the Horse Girl Hob AU [All Explicit Works]

Centaur Dream saves Hob from being attacked by a boar. He is rewarded for his services as Hob allows him to watch him finish jacking off. Later, a very enthusiastic size queen Hob eventually services him.

Wood + Glass [Contains some Explicit Works]

When Hob accepts Dream’s response to his video for a fake relationship, he does not anticipate that the fake relationship would become real, or so deeply, incredibly horny. Not that he can complain.

Dira Sudis (dsudis)

A Condition of Complete Simplicity (Costing Not Less Than Everything) [Contains some Mature Works]

Continuity-connected fics in which Dream is varying states of fucked up. There is angst and fluff and many doses of hugs. Hob helps sometimes.

A Well-Ordered Love Story [Contains some Explicit Works]

Dream is a homebody who orders his groceries via an app. Robert “Hob” Gadling is a shopper who usually picks up his order, and through this, they get to know one another and form a sweet, loving relationship.

Dream Problems [Contains some Explicit Works]

Dream thinks of Hob while trapped in the fishbowl, and when he visits Hob after escaping, he realizes that he wants to make those fantasies a reality. Hob is actually very okay with this, though he does insist on some kink negociation afterwards.

Never Refuse You [Contains some Explicit Works]

In 1689, Dream takes Hob on a tour of the Dreaming and grants him a title, and there is also smut. This changes very little for their meetings in the Waking because Hob’s Waking and Dreaming memories remain separate. One day after Dream’s return post-Fishbowl, he asks for those memories to merge. And this… changes the course of everything.

everythingisconnected

Hob gets rest [All Explicit Works]

Hob has trouble sleeping, and Dream decides to help. By having sex. It is surprisingly effective.

foxish_nonsense

Safe Haven [All Teen Works]

When Dream cannot go back to the Dreaming after escaping the Fishbowl, he must instead drop in on an old friend. After he has recovered both his tools and repaired his realm, he returns to reassured said friend that all is well, to mixed success.

frihetkanske

One for Jessamy [Contains some Explicit Works]

Hob and Dream reconcile after Dream escapes the Fishbowl, and some time later Jessamy is returned to her rightful place by Dream’s side.

GalaxyDreamStories

Accidental Alpha [All Explicit Works]

When he left the White Horse in 1389, Morpheus did not expect to see Hob Gadling for another 100 years. He expects Hob to beg for death, especially living as an omega. Hob’s dreams apparently have other ideas.

hardly_an_escape

Trilobites & Tuxedos [Contains some Explicit Works]

The soft and sometimes smutty domestic adventures of Hob Gadling and Dream of the Endless.

honeyteacakes

Dreamling Fics [Contains some Teen Works]

A collection of Dreamling fics containing:

• In My Solitude [3,886 words] (Getting Together / First Kiss) • Coffee for Two [2,120 words] (Coffee / Falling In Love) • Small Pleasures [2 Chapters | 4,138 words] (Idiots to Lovers / Getting Together) • proceed with what you're leading me to [5,038 words] (Witch Dream / Professor Hob)

IcePhoenix96

I'm Gonna Be (100 years) [All Explicit Works]

A certain Endless and human immortal are each other’s one constant for many years. They pine, obsess, and fall in love. And Lucienne is the best wingwoman (of course).

im_not_corrupted

if I make it to the morning [All Teen Works]

After Death suggests finding Hob Gadling, Dream finds The New Inn but does not walk inside. The idea of seeing the cruelty he has suffered [...] reflected in Hob is too terrible for him to bear, and so he returns to The Dreaming. After some prompting, though, he begins to visit Hob’s dreams. Somehow, he finds a safe space there in the company of his friend.

Ismene_Jane

The Sandman Reimagined - Dreamling [All Explicit Works]

Post-Fishbowl, Dream visits Hob several times after their reunion and is invited to Hob’s home, where they proceed to deal with the sexual tension between them and enter into a tentative relationship.

issylra

someone to stay [All Explicit Works]

Dream is a little bit broken. Hob likes to fix things. They fall in love. Or, the tattoo parlor/flower shop AU that no one asked for.

take it easy [Contains some Explicit Works]

A handful of interconnected post-canon stories featuring retired Dream as Hob's roommate.

the trouble with talking [Contains some Explicit Works]

In which Dream begins to feel things and it goes about as well as you would expect.

Konstadt

Corvid Chronicles [Contains some Explicit Works]

Professor Hob Gadling meets author Morpheus Aeternus on his university campus, and this chance meeting changes the course of their lives. Morpheus gets a chance to heal and recover from his trauma, and Hob gets to support his beautiful, raven-loving partner along the way.

Edge Of Silence [Contains some Explicit Works]

Hob navigates the eccentricities of his one true friend in an attempt to increase his understanding of the universe and his place in it... [...] Dream works to consolidate what he has always known, and what he knows now, to learn from his past mistakes. A slow burn expansion of friendship to truly knowing, with a few road bumps [...] and an adventure or two.

LeotheLionathefootofOrion

hob and his boyfriends <3 [All Explicit Works]

When the Corinthian is remade, he goes to Hob. When Dream loses track of his Nightmare, he goes to Hob. And Hob always thought that “three’s a crowd” was a stupid fucking expression, anyway.

#dreamling #dreamling fic #fic recs #long post

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missfangirll · 2 years ago

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☆°･:*:･｡★ Writing ★ ｡･:*:･°☆

★ 陈情令 | The Untamed ★

☆ Snow Angels (SL/XXC, fluff) ☆ i carry your heart with me (SL/XXC, fix-it, h/c, fluff, angst) ☆ Saving Grace (SL/XXC, fix-it, mild h/c, reunion) ☆ Sunlight (SL/XXC, fix-it, mild h/c, reunion) ☆ A Kinder Sea (SL/XXC, Yi City fix-it, canon divergence) ☆ Here we go again (SL/XXC, fluff, crack, modern au, mamma mia au)

★ 天官赐福 | Heaven Official’s Blessing ★

☆ Guiding Light (XL/HC, mild h/c, confessions, canon divergence) ☆ Of Gods and Ghosts (XL/HC, light angst with a happy ending, canon divergence) ☆ The Road Not Taken(FX/MQ, fluff, getting back together, modern AU)

★ 二哈和他的白猫师尊 | The Dumb Husky and His White Cat Shizun ★

☆ we found love in a hopeless place: 1. as your shadow crosses mine (CWN/MR, h/c, first kiss, confession) 2. feel your heartbeat in my mind (CWN/MR, h/c, first kiss, confession)

★ 盗墓笔记 | The Lost Tomb ★

☆ A Port in the Storm (Xiaoge/WX, introspection, fluff, first kiss) ☆ Thunder in our hearts (Xiaoge/WX, fluff, mild h/c) ☆ the world is brighter than the sun (Hei Xiazi/Xiao Hua, crack, kid fic) ☆ all poems are lies, all poets liars (Hei Xiazi/Xiao Hua, fix-it of sorts) ☆ The Big Puppy and his Feisty Cat Liu Sang (Kan Jian/Liu Sang, fluff, smut) ☆ when night falls, i dream of going home (Xiaoge/WX, fluff, mild h/c, amnesia) ☆ It's a lovely day in Rain Village and you are a horrible friend (Xiaoge/WX, crack) ☆ old friends and new (Xiaoge & Zhang Jiuri, fix-it) ☆ Of Brain Weasels And Other Creatures (Iron OT3, kid fic, fluff) ☆ i love you on purpose (PingXie & HeiHua, Soulmate AU with a twist)

★ 七爷 | Lord Seventh ★

☆ Don’t trouble a quiet snake (WX/JBY, fluff, first kiss) ☆ Butterflies in Love with Flowers (WX/JB, fluff, bonding, fix-it of sorts) ☆ When you’re gone (WX/JBY, mild h/c, established relationship) ☆ love by any other name (WX/JBY, fluff, first kiss) ☆ Nightly Hauntings (WX/JBY, fluff, crack, first kiss, sharing a bed)

★ 千秋 | Thousand Autumns ★

☆ Crossroads (YW/SQ, fluff, modern AU, getting back together)

★ 镇魂 | Guardian ★

☆ All the right places:

Snapped (SW/ZYL, fluff & crack)

Mended (SW/ZYL, fluff & crack)

Glazed (SW/ZYL, fluff)

☆ New Year’s Morning:

You are my home (SW/ZYL, fluff)

Cat Fight (DQ/YZ, fluff)

☆ Ad astra per aspera: (SW/ZYL, DQ/YZ, fix-it, fluff, getting together) Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9 || Chapter 10 || Chapter 11

☆ Unlikely (DQ/YZ, fluff) ☆ Learning to fly (SW/ZYL, fluff, kid fic, prompt) ☆ I will stay true (SW/ZYL, fluff, jealousy, prompt) ☆ Always (SW/ZYL, fluff, SW gets hurt, prompt) ☆ Will you shut up? (DQ/YZ, fluff & smut) ☆ The Light of the Universe (SW/ZYL, fluff, first meeting) ☆ One half of me is yours (SW/ZYL, fluff, pining, first kiss) ☆ Send noods (SW/ZYL, fluff, crack) ☆ Strawberries & Cigarettes (SW/ZYL, fluff, 4+1 things) ☆ Driving me crazy (SW/ZYL, fluff, crack, prompt) ☆ To be loved (SW/ZYL, DQ/YZ, fluff, found family) ☆ Bingo! (DQ&ZH, fluff, crack, prompt) ☆ Bite me (SW/ZYL, fluff, crack, prompt) ☆ Nightmare from Bright Street (GCC&CSZ, fluff, crack, prompt) ☆ Leave a Light on (GCC&CSZ, fluff, prompt) ☆ What we do in the shadows (DQ/YZ, crack) ☆ Curiosity got the cat stuck (DQ/YZ, fluff, crack, prompt) ☆ Our scars remind us that the past is real (SW/ZYL, fluff, first kiss, scars) ☆ To Do Unto You (SW/ZYL, fluff, caring for each other, prompt) ☆ I put a spell on you (SW/ZYL, crack, prompt) ☆ silver clouds with grey linings (SW/ZYL, fluff, established relationship, prompt) ☆ The Noodle Incident (SW/ZYL, crack, attempt at humor) ☆ Awakening (SW, sad, angst, introspection)

★ S.C.I.谜案集 | S.C.I. Mystery ★

☆ I miss you, I’m sorry (BYT/ZY, fluff and angst, prompt) ☆ Living love in slow motion (BYT/ZY, fluff, pining, getting together) ☆ Tie your heart to mine (BYT/ZY, case fic, angst with a happy ending) ☆ Let my heart be still a moment (BYT/ZY, case fic, angst with a happy ending)

★ The Sandman ★

☆ My Brother's Keeper (Dream/Hob, fluff, getting together, Hob rescues Dream)

★ Thai BL ★

★ Until we meet again: ☆ A Broccoli and a Promise (Win/Team, fluff, getting together) ☆ Reasons to stay (Win/Team, fluff, sharing a bed, first kiss) ★ KinnPorsche: ☆ Under your skin (Vegas/Pete, fluff, tattoos, post-canon)

★ The Eternity of Our Victorious Kisses ★

A Kiss Through Tears (BYT/ZY, fluff)

A Kiss To Claim (DQ/YZ, fluff)

A Kiss In Public (DQ/YZ, fluff)

A Kiss For Luck (BYT/ZY, fluff)

A Kiss On A Scar (DQ/YZ, fluff)

A Kiss To Shut Them Up (SW/ZYL, fluff)

A Kiss Out Of Love (LJ/SY, fluff)

A Kiss As A Promise (SW/ZYL, fluff))

A Kiss Because The World Is Ending (SW/ZYL, fluff, angst, fix-it)

A Kiss To Distract (SW/ZYL, fluff, Ye Olde Haixing Era)

☆ﾟ･:*:･｡★ﾟ You can always send an ask! ★ ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ☆

#masterlist #the untamed #cql #heaven official's blessing #tgcf #the dumb husky and his white cat shizun #erha #the lost tomb #dmbj #thousand autumns #qian qiu #guardian #zhen hun #sci mystery #the sandman #until we meet again #kinnporsche #my writing

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moorishflower · 3 years ago

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tagged by @arahir and @landwriter !!!

favorite color: NEONS. especially neon lime green.

currently reading: I haven't read a lot of fiction recently because Brain, but i HAVE been reading a lot of poetry. I finished reading John Lydgate's Temple of Glas recently, as well as Sir Gawain and the Green Knight and Beowulf.

last song: dinner and diatribes by hozier

last movie: i have not watched ANY movies recently but I did rewatch a bunch of S1 of Hannibal, the world's greatest love story

sweet/savory/spicy: savory! i've cut a lot of processed sugar and carbs out of my diet recently and now all my body wants at all times is salt and grease.

currently working on: this question is a call-out to me specifically uhhhh there's Maybe sprout wings, my perhaps too-ambitious Dreamling retelling of The Odyssey, The Whole of Love Contained, my Hob gets amnesia and everyone gets therapy fic, an as yet unnamed vampire AU...

i am gonna tag uhhhh @arquiving @arialerendeair @gomeerkatme @bluesundaycake and as always only if you want!!!

#ask meme

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arialerendeair · 2 years ago

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I posted 2,570 times in 2022

That's 1,012 more posts than 2021!

106 posts created (4%)

2,464 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@cenedrariva

@cuubism

@theawkwardterrier

@murderturtles

@thuriweaver

I tagged 1,173 of my posts in 2022

#dreamling - 618 posts

#dream of the endless - 245 posts

#the sandman - 183 posts

#aria posts - 146 posts

#hob gadling - 127 posts

#sandman - 83 posts

#yes - 58 posts

#malec - 50 posts

#i love this - 45 posts

#my heart - 30 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#but i really do believe people need to understand it’s not loving the source media as much as it is loving the relatability of the media

My Top Posts in 2022:

Challenge Mode

50,000 words.

48 Hours.

Starting now.

Wish me luck!

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I’ve seen so much meta and so many posts about Nightmare as Dream’s other form, but I am obsessed with the other side of Nightmare’s coin.

What about Daydream? What about Dream when he’s in the fresh blush if love that’s like the first days the flowers bloom in spring? What about Dream when he had a wife and son and his son’s music echoed across the Dreaming?

What about two parents who were so tied to creation, teaching their son to sing, and to play music, and the Dreams that must have been created before it turned to sorrow. What about the happy side of the coin?

I’m just having a lot of emotions about Dream’s other aspects. I just. I love Nightmare. I love writing Nightmare (and Torment, who is a step beyond Nightmare in my mind), and their opposites. Who are Dream, and… well. Daydream.

66 notes - Posted November 14, 2022

Alec Lightwood Birthday Bash - Prompt Fill

From @to-the-stars-writing

I've seen a thousand amnesia fics, one or the other forgetting who they are, but what about a dual-amnesia fic where something happens on a mission or because of a spell and the others come in to find Magnus and Alec both temporarily forgot who they are, but they're still flirting like crazy with one another

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When Alec woke up, there were three problems immediately apparent.

Number one, he was chained to the wall.

Number two, he no longer had his stele, his bow, or seraph blades.

Number three, there was someone else across the cell and he looked like he was in even worse shape, if that was somehow even possible. Which meant that he was going to be rescuing not just himself, but someone else too.

"Hey," Alec hissed, glancing toward the ominous looking door. "Hey, open your eyes. I can't do this alone, and need your help."

No movement, which meant that the other man was truly unconscious. Alec frowned as he took the other man in properly - pants that, angels below, were they painted on? A shirt that was... less fabric than it was supposed to be based on the slashes he could see, and a faint sheen of glitter on his eyes and hair could only mean one thing. He was trapped in this cell with a warlock, for angels knew whatever reason.

Alec looked around the cell again and tugged at his chains. He had a little bit of give, which was more of a blessing than he would have expected, and his feet weren't chained to the ground. Another quick check confirmed that he still had his boots, and even though the small knife he kept in the holster was gone (dammit, Jace was going to pout about that for hours, that had been a present), what he actually needed was not.

Taking a second, Alec took a deep breath and focused - most of his runes had expired, but he could still hear the sound of guards much further down from their cell. The only breathing he could hear belonged to him and the warlock nearby. Which meant if he made a little bit of noise it wasn't going to bring anyone running. He looked down at his boots and took a deep breath, testing all of his weight on the chains for a long moment.

"Why do I get the feeling that you're about to do something devastatingly ridiculous that only shadowhunters know how to do?"

Alec looked up at the quiet voice and saw that the warlock was awake, relaxing. At least he wouldn't have to be running around with an unconscious body. That would have made things frustrating and unreasonably difficult. "You have a better idea? Magic, maybe?" he hissed back.

The warlock hummed and shook his head. "Unfortunately, however we ended up here and based on the..." he wrinkled his nose and licked his lips. "Memory loss drought I can still taste the after effects of, my magic has either been drained, or I spent all of it. I'm not without some skills, but nowhere near your own, I imagine."

"I'll stand for you being able to walk," Alec muttered, ignoring the way that sparkling gold nail polish on his fingers shone on the faint light of the cell. "You injured anywhere?"

"Thankfully no." A faint rustle. "I am, however, not standing on the ground, so all of my weight has been on my shoulders and arms."

Alec winced in sympathy. That was going to mean he'd be able to walk but not do much in the way of fighting while his arms got their feeling back. "I should be able to get us out of here," he reassured and looked up at his hands again. "This might take me a couple of tries."

He took a deep breath and lifted his legs carefully out in front of him. Breathe in deep, and then move. Shifting slowly with his grip against the chains, Alec brought his legs up further, bending himself almost in half to fumble with the secret latch on the side of his boots.

"Darling, yoga instructors would envy that flexibility," the warlock praised. "Not to mention that it does give one a wide variety of IDEAS, the nature of which is entirely inappropriate for our current predicament."

Alec fought down the urge to snort, his arms starting to burn before he'd worked the lock pick half out of his boot. He dropped his legs back down and breathed through the burning of his arms. "Fuck, I need at least one more round."

The warlock chuckled. "Please feel free to do that as many times as you like. I am quite enjoying the view. I might enjoy a more practical demonstration later."

Alec snorted. "Pretty sure this is not the place to be flirting."

"On the contrary, it's the perfect place to be flirting," the warlock correct. "My name is Magnus, and I will be happy to take you out to dinner after this is over."

"Your wife wouldn't like that," Alec said, his eyes drifting to the ring on Magnus' finger. He took another deep breath and forced himself to relax, waiting for the burning to subside.

Magnus looked at the ring on his finger, blinking in surprise. "I've never had a wife, or a husband, mind you I am as equal opportunity as it comes. Where did..." he flinched, his head aching. "Ah, memory loss potion, right."

Alec gave him a rueful grin. "If it's any consolation at all, I would have said yes if you weren't attached." He'd never met someone as beautiful as Magnus in all of his life. If he'd had the chance, he probably never would have let someone like the warlock go. "All right, let's try this again."

Alec swung his legs up in an easy, determined motion and waited, breathing hard, for his fingers to bump against the lock pick. It took three more tugs, but at last it was free in his fingertips and he could drop his feet again with a groan. His whole body was sore and he was going to pay for doing that without runes tomorrow, that was for sure. "All right, now to see if I remember how to do this..."

Magnus hummed. "Where did a shadowhunter learn the art of lockpicking, I might wonder," he said, watching as the shadowhunter bit his lip in concentration, his eyes drawn back to the delicious sight of those lips reddening.

"My siblings," Alec said, and that was enough explanation, apparently, for Magnus, who said nothing further as he finished getting himself completely unlocked, carefully resting the chains against the wall.

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67 notes - Posted September 17, 2022

What it says on the tin - and I love it.

95 notes - Posted October 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

A Knight’s Favor

Okay hear me out.

Renaissance Fair - Hob drags Dream along for the fun of it all, mostly for an excuse to wear some of his oldest clothing, and his replica claymore (with dulled edges), attracting attention from everyone as he and Dream move together.

They watch performances by the dozen, and take in the tournament matches, when, after it’s all over, the master of ceremonies steps forward and says that he’s going to need everyone’s help to coax someone to do an exhibition match.

Hob’s eyes are widening and he’s cursing as Evan looks up at him, smirking wide and he’s nearly scrambling out of his seat when Evan gets the crowd shouting his name in a chant, demanding he come down and put on an exhibition.

Dream, of course, is watching all of this in amusement, and Hob’s just, embarrassed (in a proud way) and sighing. He explains that it’d disappoint people if he didn’t, so he steals a quick kiss (which gets all of the AWWWs from the audience) and heads down to the arena. He and Evan are kitted up, and have their weapons of choice (longsword vs. claymore was always an interesting one, since neither of them bother with shields).

Hob is just settling into position, when a ROAR goes up from the crowd and he sees Evan laughing and gesturing behind him. His breath catches at the sight of Dream standing there, holding out a ruby, a clear replica of HIS ruby, on a shimmering golden chain, a faint smile on his lips. He’s approaching before he realizes it.

“I believe it is custom to bestow a favor on the knight one wishes to win,” Dream says, his voice soft as he bends down and drapes the chain over Hob’s head, settling it against his chest before tucking it into his leather jerkin. “Do attempt to win for me, valiant sir knight.”

Hob’s flushed (and it has nothing to do with the light armor he’s wearing), and staring at Dream, who has the smuggest smirk on his face that he’s going to kiss off as soon as he’s done winning the battle. But he nods, because of course he will win this fight for Dream and he turns back to Evan.

Evan is smirking and Hob resolves to wipe that smirk off his face, and settles into a stance he hasn’t used in far too long. He doesn’t hold back, not for a second. He’s not going for a killing blow, only disarmament, but he can see the surprise on Evan’s face as he twists and wields the claymore in a way that only masters of it can.

The fight is quick, brutal, and the crowd is roaring their approval.

Hob can feel the heat of the ruby against his chest as Evan tries to push him back, forcing him into tighter combat. A quick twist of his hips, faking dropping to one knee and Hob was able to toss Evan over his shoulder, sword and all, before spinning to point the claymore at his throat, grinning.

Evan will laugh of course, and as the crowd cheers, he hugs Hob and thanks him for the match, and Hob turns to Dream who is...

His eyes are almost as hot as the ruby burning against his chest, the ruby that stands out against the white linen shirt he’s wearing under his armor, and Hob is grinning, triumphant and victorious as he strides towards Dream and reaches out for his hand, bowing low over it in a courtly bow before yanking his Dream into a kiss. There’s another roar around them, but Hob forgets all of them as Dream kisses him hard enough to have him forgetting his name, let alone any silly old tournament.

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10moonymhrivertam · 3 years ago

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Hey, I’ve become obsessed and now I need you to tell me what the fic you were reading in which Hob has amnesia is called, please?

That took me longer to find than it should have 😅 I knew the summary doesn’t suggest amnesia which is why I specified the amnesia starts partway through, and I *still* overlooked it while checking my bookmarks the first time!

Slow burn by arahir

Morpheus’s expression melts into unreadability. “Would you have come to my rescue again, Hob Gadling?”

“Yes. God, yes, I would have. Of course, I would have."

Hob learns where his friend has been, and even Dream of the Endless might, on rare occasion, need a hand.

#dreamling #the sandman #amnesiac Hob

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valiantstarlights · 2 years ago

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tumblr fics masterlist ✨️

My AUs are growing by the day, so here's me trying to list them all in one place. I hope you enjoy reading them! 😊

Fics, fanarts, playlists, etc. inspired by my writing are most welcome. 🙏 Tag me! I would love to see them.

Due to the entire AI scraping thing going on, my fics in AO3 can now only be viewed by registered users. I apologize for the inconvenience. 🙇‍♀️

Last updated: September 15, 2023.

AU List

101 Dalmatians Meet Cute AU - Dream's dog is a purebred named Jessamy (very calm, very regal), and Hob's dog is a mutt named Matthew (excitable and energetic).

Art by designtheendless

Android Corinthian AU - (Hobrintheus) Dream and Hob are husbands who bought a sex android (Corinthian) for them to use.

Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji) AU - featuring Hob as a demon butler, and Dream as a monsterfucker nobleman.

Canon Divergence

Enlightenment - Hob takes Dream's words in 1889 to heart, and realizes that he has never had a single friend in his entire life.

The origin story of monsterfucker Hob Gadling

Recently recovered amnesiac Hob and currently amnesiac Dream inspired by beholdme's prompt. 🔥? 😂!

Chef Hob AU - Hob is a chef who owns a food truck selling authentic Indian food, and Dream is someone who doesn't really eat well. (He had a bad breakup a year ago and it caused him to eat less. He's trying to eat better with his siblings' help.)

Food by carnelianmeluha

Dungeons and Dragons AU - The Endless siblings and Hob playing DND. Details about their characters, that kind of thing.

Fae Dream and Vampire Hob AU - Fae!Dream runs away from home in the middle of winter and has no choice but to shelter in a castle. Coincidentally, Vampire!Hob lives there.

Hamilton AU - 1789 Albany NY. Hob has amnesia and is going by Capt. Gideon "Leon" Roberts. Dream is masquerading as a rich foreign lord named Mr. Thomas Murphy to better keep an eye on him. (Also an American Gods crossover.)

The Feeling of Freedom (AO3 link)

Keep Me in Comfort For All My Days (AO3 link)

Mermaid AUs

Little Mermaid AU - Dream is the king of Atlantis, Orpheus is his only son who is all about that land stuff, and Hob is a (human) thief being transported with other convicts to a penal colony.

Little Mermaid AU ft. Human Hob and Merman-turned-mute-human Dream inspired by designtheendless's art. 🍬🤗

Teacher Hob and Merfolk Performer Dream AU inspired by (OP: cosmic--static's prompt. 🍬!

Personal Trainer Dream AU - Dream is a personal trainer trying to be professional while being horny on main for his newest trainee, Professor Robert Gadling. (Except he's not trying very hard, and Hob also thinks he's super hot.)

Priest Hob and Demon Dream AU inspired by alexxuun's art.

June 7 episode 💀! 🔥? (Kyrie Eleison on AO3)

December 24 episode 💀! 🔥! (Offertory on AO3)

Shadow and Bone AU - Dream is the (sad wet cat) Darkling and Hob is the (soft dom) Sun Summoner. There are two versions of this AU: one where Dream is in the position of power, and one where Hob is.

Show x Comic Swap AU - Basically Comic!Dream x Show!Hob, Comic!Hob x Show!Dream, and other variations. inspired by alexxun's art.

The angsty version 😭! (The Burning House on AO3)

The spicy+happy(?) version 🔥! 💀! (The Gilded Cage on AO3)

The actual happy ending 🤗🍬 (Fidelity on AO3)

The Truth Can't Hurt You, It's Just Like The Dark (AO3 link)

Slice of Life

Professor Hob and Thirsty 24/7 Dream inspired notallsandmen's Kirby!Dream meme. 🔥! 😂?

Tiny Dream AU - Sometimes, when Dream is in the Waking World, he likes to be small. So he retreats into a Barbie doll house that he has since renovated into a Dream doll castle.

Playtime 🔥 (AO3 link)

Urban Fantasy Spy AU - Dream (half-eldritch being, tech officer) and Hob (full human with an immortality mutation, field agent) are co-workers working for The Agency, and they have a 600 year history of not liking each other.

Try to Hide Your Hand (AO3 link)

Vampire!Dream Soulmate AU (a.k.a Lord Dimitrescu!Dream AU) - History professor Hob Gadling wins an annual faculty raffle that enables him to take a 3 days, 2 nights trip to anywhere in the world, and he chooses to visit the little village of Dreaming somewhere in Eastern Europe.

Here at the Boundaries of Dream, All Shadow-Wrapped on AO3

Wedding Planner AU - Dream is getting married to Calliope, and the wedding planner is Hob, the one that got away.

events/commissions for charity

Dreamling Week 2023 by (OP: mr-sadman)

Day 1: Meowpheus - 5 Pictures of Dream as Meowpheus, and 1 Picture of Dream as Himself (AO3 link) [Canon Divergence] 🍬 😂

Day 2: Dragon - A New Beginning (AO3 link) [The Hobbit AU] 🍬 🤗

Day 3: Curiosity (killed the cat) - An All-Consuming Kind of Love (AO3 link) [Human AU, Professor!Hob/Student!Dream] 💀! 🔥!

Day 4: Fake Dating - Fidelity (AO3 link) [Show X Comic Swap AU, Show!Hob/Show!Dream] 😭 🤗

Day 5: Jealousy - The Feeling of Freedom (AO3 link) [Hamilton AU] 🍬 🤗

Day 6: Sick - In Sickness (AO3 link) [Canon Divergence] 🍬 😂

Day 7: AUs or Crossovers - Of Surviving (AO3 link) [The Hunger Games AU] 😭 🤗

Dreamling for Ukraine by (OP:dreamlingforukraine)

Try to Hide Your Hand (AO3 link) for seiya-starsniper

Keep Me in Comfort For All My Days (AO3 link) for bazzybelle

The Truth Can't Hurt You, It's Just Like The Dark (AO3 link) for hoblingtyrant

Sandmanniversary 2023 (OP: mr-sadman)

Day 1: Size Kink - Playtime (AO3 link) [Tiny!Dream AU] 🔥!

Day 2: Soulmates + Hunt - The Helpful Stranger (AO3 link) [Vampire!Dream Soulmate AU]

miscellaneous stuff

The Dreaming Loyalty Card

Lord Byron AU memes

#my writing #dreamling #hobrintheus

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