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rosaren2498 · 1 year

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Encouragement From Unsurprising Places

This is a sequel to my story ‘Nightmare or Memory’ and I have two others written already; they will be posted soon, likely later today (it’s almost 1 in the morning where I am.)

I made 4 posts that started with what I wanted out of a Dark!Dream x Reader fic that pretty much just became what I wanted out of a Dream x Reader fic so... here it is. There will be some minor differences but this and the others are what I want. It’s self-indulgent as fuck and if you don’t like it, don’t read it.

This is also on my Ao3, as will be the other two, in case you prefer Ao3 (like I do)

Warnings: Reader has Anxiety, Mentioned Trauma?

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You absentmindedly wiped down the bar, gaze blank in that spaced-out sort of way. You couldn't stop thinking about the coat that was hanging in your closet, couldn't stop thinking about twin stars in place of eyes. You jumped when a hand tapped lightly on the bar, head jerking up and eyes wide. You relaxed when you saw Hob.

"Alright, what's going on with you? You've been distracted all week and you've been wiping down the same spot for almost twenty minutes."

You couldn't help the warmth you felt in your chest at seeing his concern, even as your face lightly flushed in embarrassment; you'd never had a better friend than Hob Gadling. "Something happened a few days ago, something kind of strange, and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it."

Hob's eyebrows raised and he leaned against the bar, giving you that look that never failed to make you spill every secret; how does he do that?

Your eyes darted around, but The New Inn was mostly empty now and no one was going to overhear you; it was almost closing time. Your eyes flicked back to Hob and you sighed softly, tossing the towel you'd been using onto the bartop. You placed your hands down, spread apart, leaning against the bar like Hob.

"I had a nightmare, that one I've been having since I got out?" Hob gives a brief nod, expression twisting slightly at the reminder of your trauma. "Well... it didn't end like it always does. It got to the point where Dr. Maxwell was about to, rather eagerly, defile me and I closed my eyes, but then... I heard this voice. It was unlike anything I'd ever heard before, like a rolling storm, like black velvet; deep and soothing even as it sounded angry. When I opened my eyes, Dr. Maxwell was gone, but someone else was standing there. He was... the most beautiful being I've ever seen in my entire life, and given how long I've lived, that's saying something."

You gave a slight huff of laughter that quickly trailed off as you stared down at the bar again, expression puzzled. "He undid my restraints and gave me his coat to cover myself, seeing as I had no clothes on. He showed... concern, I think? It was a little difficult to tell; he seemed pretty stoic, except for the little smile he got on his face when I talked about you. I swear, it changed his entire face, made him light up like the stars in his eyes; it was breathtaking, really. He asked about the nightmare, and I explained that it wasn't really a nightmare, more of a memory." You blinked and shook your head, looking back at Hob, who had a curious expression on his face.

"He tell you who he was?" He paused for a moment, then gave a confused smile. "Why'd you talk about me?"

You bit your bottom lip before sighing. "He's the younger brother of this woman I know, the one I told you about, Teleute? When he told me who he was, I nearly panicked. Teleute and her family are very old and very powerful beings, instrumental to the continued existence of the very universe, in fact. I've met a couple of her siblings, some I could go the rest of eternity without ever having to see or interact with ever again,

"But there are, or were, three I'd never met: her brothers. One is missing, or rather, he left their family several hundred years ago, and hasn't been heard from since; they don't talk about him. The second is the eldest of the family, and I don't particularly want to meet him; I'm a little too worried I'd get myself in a lot of trouble by punching him in his stupid, hooded face. The third... well, he's Teleute's oldest, younger brother, and the second most powerful of their family. I talked to him about you because he was surprised that I knew about him when he told me who he was. I mentioned that, while I did know some of his siblings, we also shared a common friend," you casually pointed a finger at Hob, "you."

Hob frowned, clearly confused, and opened his mouth. "I don't-"

You cut him off by waving your hand. "You might know him as Morpheus, or... Dream? About 5'10", wild hair that's dark as a raven's feather, pale as a corpse? Never smiles except with tiny little micro-expressions?" You didn't mention the rosebud color of his lips, or how utterly ethereal he looked; they weren't normal details to mention.

Hob blinked, startled. "You know Dream?"

You huffed another brief laugh. "As I said, I only met him a week ago. Anyways, he said that particular nightmare wouldn't bother me and then, before I could even respond, did this thing that made his voice echo in the room and in my head, and I woke up... wearing the coat he lent me."

Hob looked even more surprised- if that was possible- and more intrigued. "You woke up wearing his coat?"

You nodded. "It's still sitting in my closet. I... as tempted as I am to wear it- it's really comfortable- it feels kind of wrong? I'd like to return it to him and thank him again, but I don't know how to reach out to him. I'm not even sure I want to. Knowing his family hasn't really done me much good, beyond my friendship with his elder sister." You don't mention how Dream's scent is still on the coat, nor how you can't help but react to it; you can't really explain it anyways.

"I can let him know you want to talk to him when I see him next. We aren't just meeting every century anymore, which is great. Usually, it's at least bi-weekly, but sometimes he gets a little too busy with his function and it's once a month."

You paused, giving the offer, genuine that it was, its due thought. Part of you wanted to accept; you wanted to return the Dream Lord's coat and see him again. However, part of you wanted to refuse; you wanted to hold onto the coat as long as possible and now have him come looking for it.

"I'm... not sure that's a good idea. I don't actually know if he intentionally left the coat with him or if I somehow took it with me when I woke. One would actually be... really sweet, and the other would be very bad."

Hob eyed you before giving a small shrug and a smile. "If you say so. Just let me know if you change your mind."

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The only reason finding Teleute wasn't difficult was because she tended to know when someone wanted (or needed) to speak with her. So, when you were approached by a dark-haired, dark-eyed, and dark-skinned woman with a beautiful smile and an ankh necklace, you weren't bothered, nor surprised.

"How are you, Teleute? How's your family?"

"I'm good. The family is... mostly the same. Del misses you."

You laughed lightly. "I miss her too. It's been a while since I've seen her."

You were both quiet for a moment as you stepped into a building, unseen. You stood back as Teleute performed her function, and then you were off again. You chewed on your bottom lip as you tried to figure out how to bring up what you wished to discuss; you were so busy staring at the ground that you missed how her smile faltered at your pensive expression.

"You know you can talk to me about anything, right?"

You lifted your blank gaze from the sidewalk, giving her a small smile. "I know. I guess I'm just trying to figure out how to word it... You're aware of what happened to me a couple of centuries ago?"

Teleute's smile dimmed, but she nodded

"Well, ever since I escaped, I've had horrid nightmares. They've never really left me alone, ya know? That is... until bout a week and a half ago. I was in one of the nightmares that tend to reoccur the most frequently, and it was interrupted... by your little brother, Dream."

She seemed startled, but neither of you could speak for a moment as she collected and guided another soul to her realm. When she was done, you didn't give her much of a chance to actually respond, barreling through just to get it all out.

"He stopped the nightmare in its tracks even going so far as to undo the restraints and lending me his coat to cover up with. Here's what gets me though: after he introduced himself- and I provided a bit of information about myself since I recognized who he was by name- he promised that that particular nightmare wouldn't trouble me anymore and then ended it. But here's the real kicker; I woke up wearing his coat."

It was clear that Teleute was stunned, as she remained silent for a few minutes, likely thinking things over. "Has he bothered you about the coat?"

You shook your head. "I haven't heard from him since."

Teleute smiled. "Well, then it's more than likely you didn't drag it with you into the Waking; he meant for you to still have it on."

Your shoulders relaxed minutely at her assurance, but your eyebrows furrowed. "Why though?"

She waited until after guiding another soul to her realm before she answered, a teasing smile on her lips. "Maybe, he wants to see you again? Dream rarely enjoys interacting with others, but I wouldn't exactly be surprised if leaving his coat behind was simply an excuse to see you again."

You frowned slightly as you thought it over; everything Hob and Teleute had told you about the Dream Lord made the idea sound... accurate; you almost laughed, but it felt like you were missing something important. "So I should tell Hob to let him know I'd like to see him?"

She smiled wider. "If that's what you want. You don't have to seek him out, you know."

"I feel like if I don't seek him out, he'll seek me out. And... maybe I want to see him again too. Even if I would like to keep the coat; as I told Hob, it's very comfortable."

Teleute laughed and you smiled in return, continuing to walk with her for a little while longer, before splitting from her. When you were far enough away, you pulled out your phone and texted Hob, letting him know it was okay to tell the Dream Lord that you wanted to meet up.

A few days later, Hob finally texted you back with a time and a place- four o'clock at a park not far from your flat- to meet up with the Dream Lord. You bit your lip as you debated with yourself, staring into your closet. Something in you said to wear the coat to the meeting spot; you could always exchange it for something else when he showed up.

Mind made up after a few more minutes of internal debate, you slipped the dark coat over your navy blue blouse; you enjoyed how it was long enough to fall to your feet, covering your jean-covered legs as well. You didn't button it, but you did drape another coat- one of your own- over your arm. You did your best to tame your hair, which really wasn't all that difficult, and left your flat.

Upon arriving at the park, you noticed it was mostly empty; normally, this would unnerve or unsettle you, but not today. You started to stroll around the park as you waited for him to show, taking deep breaths of the cold air; polluted or not, it was better than stale air that tasted of blood.

Abruptly, you could feel eyes on you and you stopped, dropping the coat that had been in your arms. There was a presence at your back, causing the hair on the back of your neck to stand at attention; it was powerful and would usually be terrifying, but you could recognize it. Then you heard his voice again.

"You accept my claim, then."

A shiver rolled down your spine at his voice, even as you frowned in confusion; what claim? Before you could respond, sand was whirling around you, blocking your vision. When you could see again, the Dream Lord was standing in front of you, unfathomably dark eyes staring into yours; you knew, without a doubt, that you weren't in the Waking anymore.

#hob gadling #death of the endless #mentioned dream of the endless #mentioned trauma #reader has anxiety #good friend hob gadling #good friend death of the endless #morpheus x reader #morpheus x you #dream of the endless x you #dream of the endless x reader

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le-panda-chocovore · 11 months

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I've read that post that said "The funniest thing about Good Omens is that the Enemies to Friends last 2 minutes and the Friends to Lovers was 6000years." which is true. But, what is even more funny is that in The Sandman it's the opposite : the Enemies to Friends was almost 700y and the Friends to Lovers last no more than 1 week in most fanfiction.

#i mean even in the netflix show #we all noticed the way Dream looked at Hob when he said “a friend”#the man was about to devour him carnally #these are the only 2 type of achillean relationship and there's nothing between #the sandman #dream of the endless #hob gadling #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #centennial husbands #ineffable husbands #this is peak queer love representation #hob x dream #aziracrow

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poly-space-nerds · 2 years

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yesterday i made a post about Hob and Aziraphale both finding out about each other and I raise you something even funnier.

Hob was friends with Aziraphale and Crowley at completely different points in his life and they both knew him with different names. So Hob has to sit down when he walks into the bookstore and sees two of his old, should definitely be dead by a hundred years apart, friends ask ‘Bobby?’ and ‘Robin?’ at the same time.

#i don’t know what years crowley and hob would’ve been friends #vs hob and aziraphale #but ohhh my god would that be funny #Does crowley and aziraphale fuck? i forgot #because it would be 10x more hilarious if they also both slept with Hob in the last #*past #hmm Hob weirdly thought they had the same energy as dream but didn’t really think supernatural/higher power shit #oh shit Hob has a type #robert gadling #hob gadling #the sandman netflix #the sandman #dreamling #aziraphale #crowley #good omens

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krayt-spitter21 · 2 years

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Currently watching The Sandman ep 6 with Morpheus and Hob and I gotta say this is the gayest shit I’ve ever seen in my life

#they’re just two supernatural fruits aren’t they #he thinks he got stood up!!#he’s sad his fruity anthropomorphic friend didn’t show!#AND THEN HE BOUGHT THE BAR TO WAIT FOR HIM AHHHHAHAVSKDKAVDK #sandman #netflix sandman #sandman spoilers #the sandman #dream #morpheus #hob gadling #men of good fortune #sound of her wings

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darjeelinh · 1 year

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i’ve connected the dots i’ve connected them

#it is something i don’t know what it is but it is something #otps: gay wine toast refuse to be friends #the sandman #good omens #hannibal #dreamling #seasons of mist #ineffable husbands #hannigram #sandman comics #hob gadling #dream of the endless #morpheus #aziraphale x crowley #aziraphale #crowley #will graham #nbc hannibal #sandman comics spoilers

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7thcirclebaker · 1 year

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If I had a nickel for every time a couple of "friends" in a show based on works by Neil Gaimen had a fight about how they're not friends in 1800's London, well, I'd only have two but I feel like I should have more

#the sandman netflix #netflix sandman #sandman netflix #the sandman #dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #hob x morpheus #good omens #ineffable boyfriends #ineffable partners #azirafell #crowley #crowly x aziraphale #neil gaiman #friends really means #eternal non platonic life partners #good omens series

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night-eyes1 · 2 years

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Me after watching episode 6 of The Sandman:

#the sandman #the sandman netflix #another good omens case #friends to lovers slowburn 6k words #dream of the endless #morpheus x hob #hob x morpheus #hob x dream #dream x hob #morpheus #hob gadling #dreamling

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roadtripwitch · 10 months

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Dream telling Hob about all his names when they meet again is sweet, but I think it would be funnier if he just didn't. Showed up 33 years late, immediately admitted they're friends, sits down, asks Hob about what he's been up to, forwards absolutely no information of his own until Hob tentatively asks him what happened, and the Stranger just goes "oh I was detained. It wasn't because of you that I didn't show up. I'm sorry" and doesn't elaborate. Hob thinks the friendship isn't actually solid enough to pry past the guy's very much too guarded eyes, so they keep on this charade of Hob Gadling and his Very Strange Friend. Dream doesn't even tell him he's not the one allowing him to keep living.

I have feelings about this I don't actually think the persevering anonimity is funnier, I think Dream cherishing Hob's willingness to call him friend just because he wants to and not because he knows him as Dream of the Endless with Hob actually just liking him as the Stranger and being distraught he didn't show up and then happy he did, is actually the sweetest scenario.

#the sandman #dream of the endless #hob gadling #sandman fanfiction #i would like a 30k+ words very slow burn platonic fic with Hob just going along with his strange friend #occasionally he crosses paths with people like mad hettie and johanna constantine that mention him and he just can't connect the dots #people also don't know hob's strange friend is dream bc hob describes him very charitably and other people just don't know dream like that #i also love the crossovers #good omens and supernatural and even shadowhunters #just hob having this weird Do Not Mess With This One mystic signal #and people freaking out because it's placed as to be a warning but an anonymous one #'wtf even can feel like this' and maybe only the higher ranking angels and demons have their suspicions #in the meanwhile hob is trying very hard to solidify the friendship enough that he can risk asking the stranger if he's actually alright #and if maybe he wants to talk about it #and does he know anything about ravens because hob has befriended this one raven and he thinks ravens would fit his aesthetic very well #the stranger had just decided to entertain hob's attempts at making him drink anything and he chokes on it

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firemandeanbuck · 1 year

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Endless is a family of Gods, ney, they are BEYOND gods. Powerful and all capable. They live behind their fortified walls, where each of them has a palace of their own, connect by the common castle where they share affairs and work together. Like flower's petals.

Hob was raised on the legend of the Knights of Endless, the only mortals allowed freely in the palace, blessed with immortality by the Eldest Daughter, Death. He always imagined to be one of them. Destiny doesn't acquire one, Death is too busy, Dream is too broody, Destrutction is nowhere to he found, Delirium is too insane, only Despair and Desire have their knights, which they make sure to rub in everyone's face, ESPECIALLY Dream.

One day, Death and Dream were out, walking like Kings among the peasants. They made a bet, if Death makes a mortal immortal, and if they survived 3 centuries, they will have to be allowed into Dream's Realm.

3 centuries later, Hob stood in front of the Dreaming, brought there by Death.

Grudgingly, Dream permits the man. But keeps him away from himself and many parts of the palace. It's a sacred place for Dream. The human can't possibly understand.

Soon, he finds himself falling for him. The way he looks with wonder in his eyes awe struck by the Dreaming, he had adjusted well with his Dreams, Jess and Mathew approve of him. He asks and explores, fearless- sometimes reckless even.

He taught Dream alot, humility and love, above all. The amazement at which he looks at life with inspires Dream so much more than words can say. He questions Dream and his desicions, he advices and corrects.

Yet, he himself learns, he is not perfect, he makes mistakes and trips more often than not. But he never stays down, he always gets up and face the consequences and tries to correct it.

For the first time in over 300,000 years, Dream dares to Hope. Hope to love and cherish this man.

Dream leads to a room in his palace. On he had never showed or even mentioned. It was a glass room, with too many mirrors. A sword floats still in the middle of it. It's black and sharply edged. It's elegant and an incredibly powered piece of prefection.

Hob doesn't dare to touch it. He believes it he does, he will break it. But the sword itself responds to Hob, it's rightful owner. He is strong and graceful, long-lasting and well-versed in Dreams moods and his language.

Dream let himself to be at the mercy of this man whatever he wants. He knows he is safe with him, he spent 200 years with him, trying to stay away but was inevitably attracted to him. He was safe, when he goes to bed with Hob, he knows nothing in the world can harm him. Those arms protect him like no other

#dream #dreamling #morpheus #sandman #dream of the endless #hob gadling #death of the endless #the endless #desire #destiny #delirium #despair #destruction #all of the fam #hob and death are good friends coz i said so #i love them

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anosrepasi · 2 years

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So I said i was getting back into The Old Guard but also tumblr sandman content has infected me and this idea has been stuck in my head since i realized that i adored the character of Hob Gadling and thought, oh dude what a great character foil for another immortal character who goes through uhhhh, a lot of similar experiences but does no where near as well with it.

aka. What if Hob Gadling and Sebastien Le Livre became drinking buddies. Part two is here

Call it his age but Hob can’t help but feel that the world sends its boys to war now, rather than its men. The nations rally their youth to glory and service, in the name of queen and country, and ship them off to win the war on distant shores. Most come back in boxes.

He can only watch so much of that before he’s stopping by the nearest recruitment office and putting his latest fake name forward for the draft.

It’s a silly notion, that his presence can change the tide in what’s already being called “the great war.” He’s not looking to change the tide per say, but if he can save a few dumb kids who haven’t gotten the chance to live yet, well, then a few years invested in being a soldier again will be well worth it.

He’s got nothing pressing going on anyway, not for 76 years at the earliest.

So Hob Gadling fits the mantle of soldier back on his shoulders again, muddles through his training to neither fall behind or exceed expectations of a normal man his age, and gets himself shipped off to France to fight the Germans.

It goes as well as expected.

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He cycles through units, and ends up staying near Ypres more often than not. His name mysteriously never ends up on the list for the men who’ve done their time on the front line and are reassigned to support or leave. He sticks close to where the fight is and doesn’t get friendly enough with anyone to cause an uproar about his lack of leave time.

He can’t die, better him here than somewhere else.

That doesn’t mean that he doesn’t start to recognize his comrades on rotation though.

They’re young fools, the majority of them. There’s an occasional old-timer like himself, and he can see the moment of recognition across the trenches when he’s stationed with someone else who’s seen war before. There’s a slight nod and that’s that.

As the war progresses however, it gets far more difficult to tell the old guard from the new. War ages a man, this one especially.

One of the boys in his present squad, down to five until more reinforcements can be brought in, cracks a joke one quiet morning that he’ll head home and be mistaken for his uncle when his parents meet him at the station. Hob hears a quiet scoff, “Better old than dead.”

His eyes glance up to the man on guard, a man around Hob’s age or slightly older. He’s quiet, keeps to himself in the week since he’s been rotated into Hob’s unit. He’s vigilant, in a way that Hob can respect as a man who’s more aware of his surrounds than he lets on.

“Cheers to the words of Private Book, wisest man this side of the western trench complex.” Hob runs his mouth without thinking and Book’s eyes flicker down to him before returning to his watch.

“Un sot trouve toujours un plus sot qui l'admire.” Private Book says quietly, and Hob can’t help but have his interest suddenly piqued by the quiet words.

The man quotes Doyle but with an accent far more perfect than any Englishman who had a primer in French. Maybe he’ll have someone interesting to discuss literature with out here after all.

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The Germans get lucky and manage to aim one fucking shell near perfectly into the middle of their particular stretch of trench that evening.

Hob comes to surrounded by the overarching noise of active warfare and the contrasting silence of everything around him. The nearest allied trenches are occupied at the moment so he has a moment to collect himself and come up with a plan before he’s set upon by either his allies or trench sweepers.

His stomach twists and protests as instead he forces his lungs to cough up the blood and dirt mixed in his mouth and tries feebly to call roll. “Smith. Karlson. Book. Turner. Any of you make it?”

The dead do not answer and Hob sighs, cursing and shakily getting to his feet to survey the damage. It’s not good. He’ll have to move, but he stops by each body and gently closes their eyes or position them into some sort of posture of rest, rather than a tangle of limbs.

Its when he’s saying rights over Turner, bless the kid’s hopeful soul, that body next to him jerks and shudders back into life with a gasp.

Hob has failed to die many a time, but he’s yet to see someone else come back to life in all his years. Getting caught by surprise isn’t a necessarily ridiculous response. He falls back, away from the body- man?, on instinct and offers his own short curse when the body of Private Samuel Book sits up with a groan and sighs when it catches sight of its hand knitting the flesh back together on the side that caught the blunt of the shells explosion.

Samuel Book looks up and freezes when he catches sight of Hob, the next moment both men are speaking in unison, “How the fuck did you survive that?”

#my writing #Hob Gadling #sebastien le livre #Booker #will this become a fic? yeah probably #is it totally nonsensical? oh yes #but i think hob deserves more friends and would be a good influence on booker #will it change anything for either canon? oh no not at all #also woe is me i fucking hate war history and tactics and i had to google pretty much everything about the setting to write this intro #the sandman #the old guard #also! so many typos! I am heading to bed! I wrote this in an hour of hyperfixiation! I need to be up in like 6 hours form now!#please excuse the typos this is proof of concept!

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gabessquishytum · 2 years

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Crowley and Hob are good pals who drink together occasionally and during the whole NotApocalypse Crowley rings Hob up to ask a.) Is Hob OK and b.) Does he think it's OK to kill a child if the aforementioned child is the Son of Satan?

And Hob is like well mate there's currently a massive pile of live fish on my front lawn and I'm trying to stop my cats from getting to it but apart from that I'm good. And as for killing kids well. It's not something I'd advocate for, have you asked your angel?

And Crowley is like, well as I've told you at least 3000 times he's not my angel but he seems to be very much on board with the child murder currently. I might have to ring you back actually I think Death has just arrived.

And Hob is like Oh :) OK. Tell her I say hi!

And they meet up PostNotApocalypse and Hob has to explain that Death is his good buddypalfriend and Crowley (who has only seen Death in terrifying Biker Horseman form) gains renewed respect for his silly human friend.

#the sandman #good omens #hob gadling #crowley #listen i know they exist in different universes but crowley and hob would be BEST FRIENDS

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drsunnshine · 9 months

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Just finished rewatching an episode of sandman and getting back into assassins creed and it got me thinking of something.

What would happen if Desmond met any one of the endless (endlesses?)? But also when would this take place? After he died and he just got yeeted to the DC universe or should they just exist in his universe?

Any would probably do but honestly the reaction he could have to meeting them can be both hilarious and angsty at the same time. I’ve mostly thought of it as him going to the DC universe though so that’s what I’m doing.

This leads me to what I first thought when I started thinking which was, Hob and Desmond friendship when? They can talk about their times in different centuries (or in Desmond’s case his ancestors), and just have someone to talk to about their history and experiences. Let the two humans who have experienced history hangout and bond with someone who can get it. This has great friendship material and I want them to figure out the difference between their respective histories with the Templars and Assassins and where they aren’t involved with anymore. Imagine Desmond just sometimes hangs out with him either before or after Hob’s class for the day and people just think he’s a friend or a student of his.

Also Dream and Desmond friendship because they both need more friends in their life. Same thing with Hob in the fact they have both been through something similar with the kidnapping. One is probably worse than the other but Dream is immortal and was separated from his kingdom and lost his tools for years. Desmond was used to by Abstergo and later the assassins and the isu during his kidnapping. Both suffered a lot with Dream coming back to his kingdom and it being abandoned and in ruins while having his tools he needs being gone and having to deal with getting all his subjects back home and deal with the vortex problem, and Desmond having his head fucked with the memories of his ancestors and the bleeding effect and ultimately dying. Please just let them trauma bond. Maybe tiny romance or something cause I can’t see Hob with Desmond that much and I really don’t think he would really get along that well with some of the other endlesses (cough desire cough)

Shout out to Death, best sister and would probably figure out his death and apparent resurrection and handle it with stride. I can see her seeing him a couple of times for a chat. I could see their first conversation being her telling him not to see her again so soon after being brought back and Desmond being all ??? He’d probably meet her first honestly cause there is no way death is not there for his sudden death and resurrection in that world. A dead man who didn’t even exist until that moment just rising from the dead would definitely get her attention. I feel like she would introduce him to the others or maybe just Dream.

A thought just hit me regarding Death and Dream. If he gets sent there before Dreams escape she could see if he can check on him for her since he’s been missing. This likely doesn’t happen immediately but I think she would ask it as something she would appreciate but that he didn’t have to do. I could see this being how Desmond meets Dream and how they start a friendship of sorts and later down the line, if you want, a relationship between the two. Dream would probably think he wants something from him and just tries find out while Desmond is just here rolling with the punches. This could lead to them working together in finding Dreams tools or Desmond getting random meetings with Dream as he tries to find out his motives for saving him as “there is no way he saved me just because my sister asked nicely, he must be planning something”

Idk random thoughts and all that jazz. I go to bed now

#desmond miles #assassin's creed #dream of the endless #hob gadling #death of the endless #the sandman #hob and desmond friendship when???#let desmond have good relations with the endless #I will likely forget this #fuck you give the boys more friends like them #imagine walking into your professor’s class and seeing some dude talking to him like they’ve known each other their whole lives #turns out they’ve only known each other for not even a week #I sleep now

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