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[avelera]

(With thanks to @fishfingersandscarves for the art, originally posted here!)

Joke's On You (I'm Into That) by Avelera Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling Additional Tags: Betaed, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Bets & Wagers, Under-negotiated Kink, Dark Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Fuckboi Hob Gadling, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Consensual But Not Safe Or Sane, Humor, Sexual Humor, Sex, The Dreaming Realm (The Sandman), Tudor Era, Hate Sex, Enemies to Lovers Summary: At the 1589 meeting, Hob is unwilling to let his stranger’s attention wander so easily. Not after Hob held off on his own marriage just for the chance to ask for his stranger’s hand instead. Dream does not take this proposal well. Disgusted by how Hob has squandered his immortality with the vulgar pursuit of wealth, he sets out to prove that Hob could never hope to endure the horrors of courting the King of Nightmares. OR That time Hob pissed Dream off so badly it started a sex competition between them in the Dreaming. With both of them too proud, pissed off, and horny to back down, things get weird very quickly.

--- It's finally posted! At least, the first chapter. Welcome to my silly, messed up, and very very smutty "What if Hob and Dream got together in 1589 (by pissing each other off so badly they started a sex competition)?" fic! It's very weird! Very kinky! And it's got about 45,000 words written at the time of posting! I do hope you all enjoy but PLEASE be mindful of all tags as they're added, the author notes, and your own experience!

[fictionplumis]

On the plus side, my terrible experience has brought me to a Sandman human!AU.

Hob Gadling is a history professor who has the terrible habit of getting himself into shit situations, the newest one being hit by a car while walking to work and ending up in the hospital with some pretty serious injuries. After surgeries and stuff, since he has no family and doesn't want to bother friends looking after him, he gets an extra long stay in observation, and the only spare observation room happens to be near the pediatric ones. His doctor is Dr. Teleute and she's the best, they hit it off really well, even if her first experience was him drugged to high hell and badmouthing all doctors in general.

Dream is her little brother and an author, mostly children's books, but he has more adult (re: mature, not sexual) novels under his penname Morpheus. Every so often he'll go to the hospital and go around room to room, reading to the kids. Hob overhears him and as Dream goes to pass his room, jokingly calls out, "What, you're not going to read to me?" and gives Dream the biggest puppy dog eyes.

He's joking, of course.

Dream freezes in the doorway for a long second, awkwardly because he's fucking great with kids but this is a whole ass adult and he has no idea how to answer this. Not that he looks uncertain, he's way too stoic for that. So he just...

Walks into the room and asks, "Which book would you like? I have one about a raven named Jessamy, one about a wyvern, pegasus, and griffon guarding a king's castle, and one about the world's best librarian."

Hob wasn't expecting to get that far. He chooses the wyvern one because it sounds awesome. And it is! He genuinely enjoys it, and Dream enjoys telling it to an adult and still having the story thoroughly appreciated.

He keeps coming back to read the kids, more often than he would usually just because Hob confesses that's bored as fuck and it's nice to have some company and someone to talk to, and he brings different book options for Hob to pick from. They end up talking too, and Hob eventually admits that he likes hearing Dream read from the other rooms because he's really great with the kids. Super patient and chill, always answers all their questions even if the question is utter nonsense, and it reminds Hob of when he had his own son.

(Eleanor and Robyn were in a car accident. It took her immediately, took Robyn a few agonizing days afterwards, and Hob can't keep from choking up as he tells Dream. Robyn was five. He had been married to Eleanor for nearly a decade. Dream merely says that he understands, and though he says no more, the look on his face is enough for Hob to know he really, truly does.) Of course, the day comes that Dream shows up and Hob's room is empty and his sister is like, "Sorry, little brother, but it's against HIPPA for me to give you his contact information... JK, haha, he actually left me his phone number specifically for you, here you go."

[ihatecoconut]

Canpes

Also on AO3!

kind of based on @softest-punk hobsbandverse

The only information Hob gets from Destiny is that whoever is accompanying him to the event will be waiting in the passenger seat of his car. There’s a certain petulant tone to Destiny’s voice that suggests it is not going to be him.

Delirium is waiting when he climbs in the driver’s side, dressed appropriately in a pretty pink dress and with the colours in her hair faded to a more respectable level – i.e., they won’t burn out anyone’s retinas. She beams when she sees him.

“Hi Hob!”

He laughs, “Hey Del, you were destined to accompany me?”

She leans in, close, like she’s imparting a secret. “There was a fight.” She tells him. “’twas funny, everyone was stood in their galleries and yelling at the other sigils.”

That does sound funny, actually, Hob can imagine them all getting increasingly irate at each other over something as simple as who gets to come with him to an admittedly boring faculty party.

She giggles suddenly and leans in even closer, pressing their noses together. “Even Death and Destiny.”

“And you?”

She scrunches her nose up. “I would have if I had had an opp… opp…”

“Opportunity?”

“Yes! Opportunity. Destiny kept speaking when I wanted to.”

Hob laughs again. “Didn’t he already know it was going to be you?”

“He wanted to change it.” She settles back in her seat and lets him start the car. “He only said it was me when he lost.”

It warms something in him to know that they were all so determined to be with him, even to the point of trying to change the Book.

“Good to know.”

 They pull into the carpark and Hob is not surprised to see that there is already a reasonable number of cars present. The event did technically start almost half an hour ago.

“Alright.” He turns the engine off and turns to face Delirium. “You ready to schmooze?”

Her face screws up. “Schmooze.”

“Yeah. Don’t repeat that in front of anyone, yeah?”

She nods, incredibly serious, and Hob just has enough time to think that he might want to rephrase that to explain that while it was a joke, he also doesn’t want her referring to it as schmoozing in front of anyone, when her face breaks out in a brilliant and mischievous smile.

He grins back, holds up a fist. “Let’s do this?”

Del hits it with her own. “Do this.”

The Dean sweeps over as soon as the two of them enter, taking in Delirium – undeniably a child – with not a small amount of trepidation.

“Rob!” She says, somehow managing to incorporate both an exclamation mark and an ellipsis into her voice. “Who is this?”

He wraps an arm around Delirium’s shoulders. “Uh, this is Del, my partners’ sibling.”

“They’re busy.” Del offers, polite and reasonable. Hob wonders who gave her instructions on how to act.

The Dean’s face clears slightly, not completely, because Hob loves to keep people guessing on how many partners he actually has, and this does not at all clear anything up for her. ‘They’ could be one, or two, or in this case actually seven, but she doesn’t know that. “Oh, well it was so nice of you to join us instead.”

Del nods, seriously. “We could not let him face you alone.”

Hob manages to restrain the shocked laugh down to a snort. That is almost certainly something he said to Dream, about not wanting to face the faculty alone when everyone else would be with their partners. “She means because no one else will be.”

“Oh!” The Dean laughs as well. “I’ll introduce you to my husband at some point,” she waves a hand vaguely across the room, “unfortunately he has been drawn into a different conversation.”

“Ah, well, there’s no rush, right? We’ve got all evening.”

Del nods again, serious. “And if that falls through there is always the rest of your lives.”

The Dean cups a hand over her mouth, apparently already getting used to Del’s particular chain of thought. “Very true. It was nice to meet you.”

“You also.”

She wanders off again, probably to greet someone else, leaving the two of them hovering by the doorway and looking out across the room. Hob wonders if Delirium is going to whisper the weird hallucinations and beliefs of the people present, the same way Dream tells him their night time fantasies and Desire lets him know their waking ones.

Instead, she tugs on his arm excitedly. “Look, Hob, canapes!”

He lets her pull him over to the ‘buffet’ an admittedly poor selection of tiny foods, and watches her try one of each, accepting every time she pushes one, she particularly likes on him. It’s a new way to experience these sorts of events and he thinks that maybe that’s the point, maybe that’s why the Book decided she would be the one to accompany him.

Del bops him on the nose, pulling him out of his musings. “Thinking?”

“Yup. ‘bout you.”

She beams at him and holds up a tiny eclair. He opens his mouth and lets her stick it in, chewing obediently when she pulls her fingers back and stares expectantly.

“’s good.”

“Death says ones from France are better.”

“We’ll have to go to France sometime then.” Hob replies without really thinking about it.

The hopeful way she looks up at him in response almost breaks his heart. “Really?”

“Of course.”

He thinks she might be about to say something else, but his office neighbour appears beside them before she can.

“Rob! And who might this be?”

Del wipes her hand on her dress before offering it to Ally and Hob winces internally. Money he might have, but the dress she (or someone else) has conjured up looks incredibly expensive.

“I am Del.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Del, I’m Ally.” Ally shoots him an amused look out the corner of her eye.

“Yes,” Del says very seriously, “of medieval literature.”

The amused look becomes impressed, “Yup, you heard about me?”

Hob is very certain that he doesn’t talk about work when he hangs out with Del, which means that she must have gained this information from one of her siblings, and she’d confirmed earlier that they had literally argued over who got to accompany him, but this means that they talk about him when he’s not there. It settles something in his chest that worries sometimes they are all just humouring him.

“Lots.” Del agrees. “Hob is very fond of you.”

She softens visibly, “Well, I’m quite fond of him also.”

At the other end of the table, a waiter lays down a tray of new things and, rather than responding, Del lights up excitedly and scurries off to try one, leaving Hob to face Ally.

“Thought you were bringing one of the undefined number of partners. That’s a child.”

“I know.” Hob replies, because he does. And, sure, Del might technically be eons older than him, but she has the mind of a child – Destiny had described her as ‘not quite broken, almost shattered’ once. “She’s their sibling.”

“Which one’s?”

“Uh, all of them?”

Ally visibly processes this information. “I’m sorry.” She says in a voice that is anything but. “The undefined number of mysterious partners are… all siblings?”

“I think they have a shared calendar.”

She looks like she wants to say more in response to that, but Del reappears with two of the new canapes and holds one out to each of them. Whatever bone Ally has to pick with this weird arrangement of his apparently has nothing to do with Del because her face softens immediately, and she takes the offered food. Hob does as well.

“There are people over there who want to talk to you,” Del adds, helpfully, “I heard them talking.”

Hob follows her gaze to some more members of the faculty. “Alright, might wanna grab some more snacks, I don’t know how long this is gonna take.”

She nods and bounces off down the table, grabbing a paper plate because they might be in a fancy establishment, but G-d forbid anyone has to do any washing up.

Ally presses a hand to his arm, concern gently written in her eyes. “Rob, I’m not gonna tell you what to do with your life, but… are you sure about this?”

He looks down to where Delirium is weighing up how many of something to put on the plate and can almost imagine Dream peering over her shoulder, nose scrunched up in distaste, Death at his side laughing, the twins whispering about the people present, Destiny watching over them and Destruction watching Hob himself. He blinks and the images vanish.

“Yeah, yeah I’m sure about this.”

[joeys-piano]

Style/Vibe: the sunset, the sunrise, that period in between where the world is wide-awake and beautifully still asleep, and the safest place to be is at the bedsheets with a dream

The King of Nightmares. The Lord of Dreams. The Master of Any Form. Mr. Sandman. Onerios. Dream of the Endless. Your Majesty. Morpheus. Prince of Stories. Dreaming. Son of Night, Son of Time. Hope. And names you couldn’t pronounce. Yet the truest of all the titles, and your favorite against the rest when he looks to you like you’re trouble when he’s the actual troublemaker, is Dream, you blushing duck. And see him rile at your impudence. You dare make him falter and believe the universe has a name, whose name is nothing short when it should sound like Robert Gadling.

-- You Find A Way (dreamling fic)

[lenreli]

I wanna feel myself denied

Dreamling, Explicit, 4.5k!

After the events in a pocket realm with Hob and another version of him, Dream copes. (Not that well.)

Excerpt: 

Dream bites his lip, unable to take his mind away from the pocket realm he was in.

“Hey, uh, boss?”

About the way Hob, his own Hob, not the other one, slightly out of phase as another Dream and his Hob interacted―

“Boss?”

There was the jealousy he felt, at seeing another Dream kiss Hob so brashly, so sure, the sadness as Hob seemed to submit, going along with it. Even thinking about it now, he feels all twisted and hot.

“Boss! Half of the Dreaming is all twisted like roller coaster tracks! What the fuck!!”

And even out-of-phase, Hob seemed to find them, eyes dark as they stared up at him while the other Dream pulled him to the floor, white hands roving over him, as Hob moans and whines, on the other Dream’s lap―

>>>AO3<<<

[familiar-anonymous]

Dream x Hob texting AU: (part - 9)

Day - 7

If you want to read the previous chapters, you can find it here on ao3.

Part - 8 | Part - 7 | Part -6 | Part -5 | Part -4 | Part -3 | Part -2 | Part -1

[q-ueen-potato]

I assume that I am really into the Sandman, there's no way out anymore.

I am currently studying the theories of the collective unconscious to adapt on my fanfics and I can tell it's fucking amazing

[highwinds2c]

Some wip friends for German comic con this weekend in Dortmund

[linktenbooks]

So we all know that song that goes "hey emo boy, hey emo boy" well I'm totally convinced that one night hob drunkenly sang it to dream.

[hikaruchen]

🥺 I’m so grateful to see this dreamling comic is still getting attention!! Although one year has passed it’s still and will always be the work I’m proudest of, and drawing these is one of the best things I’ve ever done.

Saw someone in tags said they wish to print these so I uploaded them to Inprnt in case there’s anybody wishing to do that!! I really appreciate it if there is someone who likes them enough to want to have a copy at home❤️ There are also SIX (Katherine Howard), The Last Kingdom (Alhtred) and Jujutsu Kaisen (Satosugu) fanarts in my gallery, you can get them in 30% off now. Check them out at my shop!

Looking forward to s2 I miss dreamling so much ahhhhhhhhhh

Miracle Happens After Dawn

And the progress after two months’ hard working!

[doitforstamets]

punk!dreamling in colour

[avelera]

Banana Daiquiris (4277 words) by Avelera Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Sandman (Comics), The Sandman (TV 2022) Relationships: Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling Summary: Set during the events of Hob Gadling's trip to the Renaissance Faire in "The Wake". Hob falls asleep at the Renaissance Faire and dreams of a beach. His dead friend, Dream, is there, and so his brother, Destruction. Except Dream, it turns out, is not dead and Hob is not dreaming but is, in fact, really on a beach on the other side of the world. This is a hell of a thing to have to explain to his (probably soon-to-be-ex) girlfriend.

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Hey all! I wrote a short (for me) joke-y Retired Dream AU fic because the concept made me ugly laugh and I thought I'd share it with you all! Hope you enjoy!

[joeys-piano]

His Favorite Thing is Laughter, If It's The First Thing Out of You

...Dream’s a timepiece without the numbers. There is none of the anger and desperation that only a hungry man would feel, but a quiet realization as if a minute was just a minute and nothing nearer than an hour. But it could be. For a moment. He felt a rush of what it was to be human. Speaks thanks to Ning from Twitter for the commissioned artwork for this story!

Dreamling, Hobmurphy | Teen | 5.8k+

Tags: 5+1, Not Actually Unrequited, Hob Gadling is a Disaster Learning More About His Friend, Dream Has A Soft Spot For This Immortal Squishy Man, Adorable, Vulnerability, Light Angst, Budding Love

Summary

When his New Year’s resolution was to learn more about Dream, Hob expected that it’ll be simple. He expected monthly drinks, where it’s twenty-one questions for a single answer, and he’s giddy with what he gets. Not the inevitable, the implorable, the resounding heart and break of learning he’s in the crosswire of an unrequited — but is it? — love.

[Read on AO3] | [Kofi Support]

[lenreli]

Summary

Hob whistles, keys twirling in his hand as he walks down from his apartment above the New Inn. Having woken up with excellent dreams, probably thanks to his partner, the anthropomorphic concept of dreams himself. And then the usual scramble for fresh clothes as he gets ready for work was lessened due to finding his favourite shirt in the closet.

Language: English |  Words:2,879

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