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In honour of Dead Boy Detectives, I can't wait for The Sandman to see my girl Wanda
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Hob was new to the city, so during his first full moon he put on his "collar" and walked about in his wolf-skin. Mostly he looked like a big dog and he chose a werewolf friendly city to move to, so he figured he wouldn't be hassled too much.
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While walking about Hob smelled something delicious! Following the smell lead to a tall pointy fence, but Hob wasn't going let a fence stop him,,,he jumped. Hob landed in a garden (only scraping his side a little).
The garden wasn't what he was smelling, though, as nice as it was. Hob continued to following the smell around the corner of a house where he came upon a pup and its father.
They were his smell!
Hob didn’t want to startle them too much, so he yipped from a distance. If wolves could sheepishly wave, Hob would have.
The larger wolf started to growl, when the pup shot out and started (cutely) yipping at Hob, wagging his tail and poking Hob with his nose.
Papa!wolf quickly changed back into his human form, sighing Orpheus; Hob used that as his signal to change back himself.....apologizing for intruding,, to the still fantastic smelling (beautiful) man.
Hob was screwed.
Himbo werewolf Hob!!! I love him!!! Also Hob in a collar... ajsjdbdhshs ANYWAYS.
Of course Orpheus is desperate to play with his new friend, the big fluffy brown wolf who is twice as broad as his dad. See, his dad is very protective, so Orpheus doesn't have a whole lot of friends to play with, either in wolf or human form! He wants to play!!!
Dream grumbles under his breath but agrees that Orpheus can play with Hob. Only five minutes, though. Hob quickly shifts back to wolf form and immediately engages in tag, play fighting, even a fun chasing game with a football! Little by little, Dream is also pulled into the game, until the play-fighting ends with Orpheus and Dream successfully pinning Hob’s big fluffy body against the ground. They caught him! And Hob has never been more pleased to be caught, it's fair to say.
Unfortunately Hob can't stay forever (and he's polite enough to excuse himself instead of waiting for Dream to shoo him away). But Dream surprises him by inviting him to stop by for dinner after the full moon is over and done with. For Orpheus's sake, obviously - it has nothing to do with the fact that Hob smells so good and is so handsome with his hair messed up and dirt on his face. He just deserves a proper welcome to the neighbourhood. Or something.
Hob accepts the invitation and apologises again for just jumping into Dream’s garden, but Dream just snuffles against him and gives his ear an affectionate nibble. So Hob is starting to think that following his nose wasn't such a bad idea after all...!
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I challenged myself to write something short in one night and it worked! Read the tags and enjoy. Inspired by @gabessquishytum's fic! 💚
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass it on to some other writers if you like. Let’s spread the self-love 💜 (i personally hate these sorts of chain-letter things, so no pressure, but i do like to know which of their works a given author particularly loves, so consider this an opportunity to celebrate your work!)
Thank you for this tag, @tryan-a-bex and @zzoomacroom!
My favourite work that I've written is The King of Stone, which is not the Sandman fandom but it's the work I put the most work in, most love and most of myself. So, if you feel like reading an interesting AU fandom-blind, give it a chance. Fandom-blind it's basically the story of two men in a world where being hetero is a crime. This trope is not for everyone, but as I said, my favourite work.
To Hold and Dream - Omegaverse AU with professor!Hob and student!Dream, and an unexpected heat.
The Black Void I Cannot Fix - Dark!!! The aftermath of rape.
Marked by Death - Immortal soldier and doctor Hob meets god!Morpheus. Ft. rough sex.
Friend of the Sea - Mermaid!Hob and prince!Dream, a mermaid rescue mission and an exercise in trust.
#tag game#ask#my writing#fic rec#it's hard to pick because I like each new work more XD#so I picked those that stand out
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Morpheus + alcohol = The obligation to kiss Hob Gadling till exhaustion
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Mpreg👀? please?
One of the first Dreamling works I started writing, sitting abandoned at 40k freaking words. 😭
They didn't know Dream of the Endless could get pregnant. And suddenly he was.
Side note, how do I even pick a snippet from that mass of words?!
“Good morning, Hob,” Dream said, holding out a cup of steaming liquid to him. When Hob proceeded to stare and not take it, Dream explained: “Tea. English Breakfast, with a drop of honey.”
“Thank you,” Hob said, taking the cup. It seemed to be the perfect temperature for drinking, so he carefully took a sip. It tasted exactly how he made it, too!
“Breakfast will be here soon,” Dream said next, looking out of the window as if he could spot the courier from there. Hob looked too, but the street was empty this early in the morning.
“I helped him order something online,” Matthew explained helpfully. “Wasn’t allowed to help with the tea, though.”
“Your assistance in the kitchen cannot be called help,” Dream scoffed, earning an indignant caw from the bird.
“How did you order?” Hob asked, puzzled. He had turned off his phone, like every night, and even so, he used a password.“With my help,” Matthew emphasised. “Your password is weak. Took us three attempts.”
“Thirteen-eighty-nine?” Dream noted with a smirk, and Hob blushed.
“Alright, alright,” he raised his free hand in the air and sat down on a barstool to drink his tea.
“Matthew, maybe it’s time you returned to your duties,” Dream said pointedly, walking over to the window.The raven sighed.
“I know, I know. But helping you figure out a phone was much more fun than this. Wish you mentioned breakfast before you came up with your amazing plan for world peace.” He continued to ramble as he flew away, but Dream closed the window immediately.
Ok, this is not very mpreg-y, but in my defense, I've shared snippets from this work before. You should be able to find them under #my writing. :)
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May I hear more about:
Fry* Hob Curse Dream
or
Good Dom Hob
*i think that’s a funny typo so I’m leaving it in
Thank you!
I already answered both of those. :> Fey Hob and Good Dom Hob.
May I offer a bonus, angsty, dark Runaway Prince AU snippet?
There was a royal guard at the door, and Hob tried to keep resentment out of his voice as he listened to the man’s plea. One of their horses had gotten injured in the forest surrounding his cottage, and they were humbly asking for a place to keep the remaining horses and to rest until morning when they could get a new horse and continue on their journey. Even though it was phrased as a question, Hob knew he couldn’t say no, so he agreed and offered to let the coaches into the stables.
There were only two bedrooms in the cottage. The master bedroom would host whoever was in the carriage that the horses were tied to, and the other would host the royal guards, a higher rank than Hob's. He could sleep in the living room with the coaches and a royal nanny, who he had been informed was also there, or sleep in the stables. Even though he was once a knight, Hob preferred the hay over the heat of a fireplace shared with the servants of the royalty.
He learned that there were five guards, two coaches and the nanny. The person in the carriage was a prince, and an uneasy sensation settled in Hob’s stomach as he helped the coaches free the horses from their harnesses. One horse had broken its leg and was barely able to walk, and another one was missing – taken by a guard that would return to the capital and ask for help and commands for the procession.
Hob took the horse with a broken leg to the stables himself, waiting patiently as it struggled to put weight on the injured limb. He knew there was little hope for the creature and tried to be compassionate. The slow pace also provided him with an excuse to stay behind and watch as the guards opened the door of the carriage, letting the prince out.
Letting was not the right word, as Lord Morpheus was almost dragged outside by a guard and another man, an elder in a blue satin robe. The prince didn’t struggle against the undoubtedly painful grip on his upper arms, the men’s fingers digging into fragile limbs. His head was hung and if Hob didn’t catch sight of his open eyes, he would think the prince wasn’t awake at all.
“Try to not think about it,” one of the coaches advised him when they noticed his lingering stares.
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For the wip title game: fey hob curse dream? 👀
I don't remember where this idea originated - probably Gabe's blog? The idea was that Hob is a fey and assumes that Dream knows, but Dream doesn't, and Dream eats something at Hob's house and becomes bound to him and assumes that Hob tricked him on purpose, but Hob doesn't even know that it happened.
Angst.
It was on a Wednesday, their usual meeting time, when Dream found himself standing in front of a closed pub. The sign on the door spoke of family emergency and that the place would be closed for the whole day. Hob was nowhere to be seen and neither did he leave a message, but Dream knew what to do. Sometimes, they didn’t want to spend their time in a noisy pub, so they met at Hob’s flat. Hob was probably waiting for him there.
The flat was empty too, but Dream let himself inside without hesitation. Hob had once told him that he was welcome at any time, and that invitation extended to a situation like this. They were good friends at this point, Dream thought. He had told Hob to call him Dream or Morpheus, earning a wide, starry-eyed smile from his friend. Hob often invited Dream to sit in on his lectures, if the topic was particularly interesting, and he got to gently touch and influence the minds of young people who were inspired by Hob’s words. Dream wasn’t sure if Hob knew what and who exactly he was, but even if the gesture was not meant as such, he appreciated it.
In Hob’s empty flat, Dream prepared two cups of tea the same way he had seen Hob do in the past. The human way. Hob was probably running late from work, and he would appreciate having a warm drink when he arrived. And Dream liked sharing food and drinks with Hob when they were at the New Inn, so he saw no reason why they couldn’t do that here, too.
On the dining table, there was a bowl of fresh, alluring grapes. Dream hesitated for only a second before plucking one of the fruits from the branch. Human food rarely looked this good, and he was curious if the taste would match its visage.
The grape itself tasted great. It was sweet and juicy, perfectly ripe. It was not as good as dream food, but then, he didn’t expect it to be.
What came next was the bitter sting of betrayal. For a very brief moment, Dream was able to fight the binding spell, the curse that he brought onto himself by eating Hob’s food, but it was ancient magic and he was not immune to it nor strong enough to resist it for more than a few seconds. Soon, he felt the twisting wines of the spell slipping through the cracks in his defences, and any further resistance would only hurt him. He gave in and focused instead on identifying the magic that bound him, hoping to find a loophole that he knew wouldn’t exist.
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Oh???? Primal Play for the WIP game????
That was inspired by a message in @delta-pavonis's thread in the Mr Sandman server, and at the same time it's inspired by Delta's A/B/O AU.
Hob takes Dream out into the woods and hunts him down like a prey (all consensual).
Hob brought the vehicle to a stop, prompting Dream to look up. There was no road in sight, which he could have told you even without looking because the car has been shaking on the uneven terrain for at least ten minutes now, but also no building. “Are we there?” he asked, a bit of uneasiness creeping into him. Or did Hob see something in the deep forest? Was he stopping because they were in danger?
“Get out,” Hob said simply. There was a dark glint to his eyes and a smirk on his lips, and that was enough for Dream to drop his worries. He opened the door, noting that the weather was perfect for what they were planning to do. He cringed as he stepped out – he didn’t realise that he had gotten so slick. There was a wet spot where he had sat, and his jeans were uncomfortable.
Hob, of course, noticed it immediately. He grinned like a kid at Christmas, breathing in deeply as if to memorise Dream’s scent. “Strip,” he said as he walked to the trunk to grab something.
Dream was confused for a few seconds, standing still and watching Hob move, but then he realised what was happening. Hob never said how exactly he wanted to do this; Dream only assumed they would make it all the way to the safehouse before they would begin the… hunt. But no. Apparently Hob wanted to begin now.
Peeling the wet jeans and underwear off while standing barefoot on the forest floor was very uncomfortable, but all that Dream could think about was his excitement. He gingerly handed his clothes to Hob, who stuffed it in a bag and dropped it in the trunk when Dream was naked. In exchange, he gave Dream a single thing – a red scarf.
Unfinished because I've written all the fun stuff and boring stuff remains. 😭
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Thanks for the tag in the WIP game! ☺️ Speaking of which... I would love to more for the vampire and/or dark Dream! 👀
Dark Dream is one of the fics I really want to finish because the idea was great and I'm even proud of the execution. Basically, Dream tortures Hob for a 1000 years before he realises Hob was innocent all along. Then he tries to fix it with a bandaid.
Hob whimpered in fear when Dream stepped into the cell. He went back to his corner, curling up, trembling and gasping for air as his fear choked him. His fear of Dream.
It hurt. Dream was shocked to find that his chest hurt where he only carried a stone for a thousand years. It was now moving, straining, cracking. Hurting.
“Hob,” he heard himself say quietly as he sunk to his knees. “I… I did not know, and I did not listen, and I did not trust.” In ways of explanation, that was all that he could do right now. “I promise I will make amends. I will fix this. You are free now. I will not hurt you again.” He reached out with his hand to touch Hob, hoping to get a similar reaction like he had before. Bliss and relief.
Instead, he got fear. Hob flinched away from him. “Nightmare,” he whispered, pressed all the way up against the wall. “I want Dream. Dream.”
“I am Dream,” Morpheus said, frowning in confusion. “It is me, Hob. Here,” he tried to touch him again, but Hob sobbed and closed his eyes. He was expecting pain. Maybe he didn’t even hear Dream. Or worse – he heard him but didn’t trust. Why would he, after all?
“I will fix this,” Dream promised as tears rolled down his face.
Vampire is my circus AU that got way out of hand. 😭 It should be completed already but instead it keeps developing new plot. Hob frees Dream from Burgess' circus and then stuff happens.
It had been over a hundred years since Hob parted ways with the vampire he had once freed. The day he would stop hating himself for his mistake had yet to come. Breaking a companionship that lasted nearly two centuries because he ignored the other’s boundaries – stomped right over them, in fact – was the biggest mistake he had done in his life. Right after falling in love with someone who he knew he could not have forever, that is. Twice.
The world had changed so much since 1889. Or since 1989. Hell, it had changed in the past thirty years more than it had in three centuries when Hob was still new to the immortality and progress stuff. The twenty-first century was a wonder, a proof that he had been right about humanity, that there was so much to live for, so much to see.
But it was also a curse.
Humans got greedy not for money but for knowledge. Well, they were still greedy for money, hoarding wealth while letting others starve – that never changed – but their hunger for knowledge proved to be the biggest issue. The digital age, tracking, research, DNA mapping. It was all a danger to Hob, but not only him.
Even after he met a vampire and learned that there were others, Hob didn’t think that humans would ever truly learn about them. It took Hob more than two hundred years on this Earth to learn that vampires were real, so what chance was there that normal humans would find out?
Huge. It was a huge chance. And it triggered a cascade effect that hurt to watch but was impossible to stop watching.
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Are you into consensual non-consent and are you a-spec?
Yes and yes
Yes and no
No and yes
No and no
(Into it in any form, reading, roleplaying etc)
I'm ace, and almost every time I've checked out a writer after reading a good cnc (or just noncon) fic they've been ace, so I got curious.
Note in ask :)
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Pole Dancers you say? 👀
Yeaaaah, that one was supposed to be short and easy smut but someone had to add some background, some charactergrowth, and all those details... And then that someone lost passion before she even got to the smut.
The music that starts playing is slow. Violin and some kind of flute. It is the exact opposite of Hob’s song from yesterday, which had been a few years old pop song. This music sounds like it came from the past, or even from another world, where elves live in the forests and dragons soar in the sky.
The performer shakes off a hoodie from his shoulders, revealing his naked upper body. On the bottom, he is wearing sinfully tight black pants. Lastly, he slips out of his shoes and grabs the hanging pole.
The atmosphere shifts. Hob distantly notices that the hall is silent, all of the conversations trailing off as the performer pulls himself up, letting the pole spin in the air with his weight. Somehow, the pace matches the rhythm of the song perfectly, which Hob can only admire. When he tried the flying pole, it was always moving too fast or too slow, never obeying him. But this man has more control over the pole than Hob has over his own thoughts.
With the time that he wasted on dramatically undressing, the performer only has a minute to do his thing, but that doesn’t seem to bother him. Hob keeps expecting some bold, grand gesture – a dangerous trick, hanging upside down, or even a spilt – but nothing like that comes. That is not to say that what the dancer is doing is not impressive, because it is very impressive, but it is… natural. A performance to please the soul and not to win the audience.
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Omegaverse single dad Hob or Separation Anxiety? 👀
Separation Anxiety is an abandoned WIP (for now!) and the other I'm actively working on, so I'll tell you about Omegaverse Single Dad Hob.
Hob is an Omega widower who got his son taken away and lost basically everything. With nothing left to lose, he attempts to rob a rich Alpha who acts like he has a death wish anyway. But Morpheus is not as defenceless as he seems.
“Help,” the Omega begged in a hoarse voice. “Please.”
“Alright,” Morpheus agreed, a sense of duty taking over him. He told himself that it wasn’t anything ridiculous like Alpha instincts, just his civil duty. Just like providing first aid, trying to help a vulnerable Omega was basically required of him by law. So, he was just doing what needed to be done.
“There is an Omega Centre nearby,” he said as he slowly approached, telegraphing his movements. “I will take you there. They will help you.”
The hunched man nodded, arms clutching his stomach underneath his jacket, which was unzipped, probably to help him cool himself. The man didn’t shy away, so Morpheus continued to approach the man until he stood close enough to delicately wrap a hand around his upper arm.
In an instant, there was a knife pressed to his throat, his back hitting the opposite wall of the alley as he was forced to take several steps back. His first thought was that the man was surprisingly fast and agile for an Omega in heat, but then he realised that he had been played. He sniffed, smelling the strong scent in the air still, but now he noticed that it was cold, lifeless, stuck to the clothes and washed of its humanity by time. It wasn’t coming off the man’s skin at all.
Time stood still for several seconds, the Omega grinning victoriously, Morpheus standing frozen as fight or flight battled with common sense within him. His common sense was screaming at him, reminding him that he was more than capable of protecting himself. He had a phase, back in boarding school, of fascination with marital arts, and even now, he occasionally took self-defence classes to refresh his skills. He wasn’t suicidal, after all, and wouldn’t walk through those alleys if he wasn’t able to at least try to defend himself.
The Omega probably didn’t notice the shift in his expression – Morpheus’ eyes going from wide and shocked to narrow and angry. His pride was a little wounded by being tricked like this, by having his empathy used against him, so Morpheus didn’t feel even remotely sorry as he grabbed his attacker by his wrist and by his hair, tugging at his hair to distract him while he squeezed the wrist as hard as he could until the knife fell to the ground, released.
This WIP is currently sitting at 13k words and I hope to finish it by the end of this year but ideally by August.
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I want to ask about all of your wips but I'll start with Good Dom Hob!
I think that's one of the oldest documents in my Sandman folder. Unfortunately, this one is just a fic idea written out. There is no snippet to be shared. :(
Hob helps Dream heal through BDSM. Or: Dream has self-destructive tendencies and an unhealthy view on sex, but he also has a great boyfriend.
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WIP TITLE ASK GAME
RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
Here are all my WIPs. My punishment for having so many shall be writing them out by hand instead of copy pasting the lis. :D
A/B/O Single Dad Hob
Accidental Baby Acquisition
Agent 007
Body Horror
Caretaker
CEO
Dark Dream
Dark Hob
Depression Dream Human AU Minecraft
Dokument
Domestic Control 2
Ex-Corintheus
Fey Hob Curse Dream
Good Dom Hob
Hell
Hob summons Dream
Hobrinthian
Hospital
Mpreg
Pole Dancers
Primal Play
Retired Dream
Royalty
Runaway Prince
Separation Anxiety
Skaters
Son of the Fey
Soulmates
The Hunt
Vampire
I don't know who did this thingy already but tagging @tryan-a-bex, @phinofthestorm
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