funny how roderick burgess went on for years begging for immortality from morpheus and still wasn’t granted one then there’s this random peasant from 1389 who called morpheus’ sister stupid then BOOM he is now a 21st century professor

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I am in love with the Hope!Hob headcannon/trope

I just love Hob Gadling as a character so much. Because he represents the love for life, for the little things that make it really worth it. He's a character that has suffered through some of the worst life has to offer -hunger, poverty, war, loss- and yet, he still loves it, wants to keep on living, sees the wonder in every little thing that is discovered or made anew with time.

How wondrous is that? To find yourself fascinated again and again and again and never tire of living because there's always something else to do? To live through wars and still believe in the good of humanity, suffer through poverty and hunger and still share, to keep loving and forgiving and living. To not become resentful of the bad luck, of everything lost to time. To not become hateful and filled with sadness because of loss, and out of time because of the innevitable change of society.

Hob Gadling, to me, represents the hability to see everything that is bad and sad and horrible in life and say 'No, this is not what I want life to be about. My life is about wonder, and curiosity, and remembrance, and growth.' Hob Gadling represent a choice, because at the end how you deal with life and everything it throws at you is a choice.

I will take care of you

Pairing: Morpheus x Hob Hadling

Words: 506

Rating: PG

DreamlingWeek. Day 6. Sick

The spring weather can be tricky. Sometimes you don’t know, if should you wear a coat with a sweater or just a T-shirt. Every human can catch a cold. And Morpheus as a new human wasn’t an exception. But his was so new to this. One morning I woke up because he was trembling heavily and scared that it was a nightmare. It still happens sometimes. But instead of this, I found that he is hot and sweating. “My love, are you alright?” I asked and took away the blanket of him. “You seem to have a fever. Do you have other symptoms?” “Just my throat is aching”, he answered weakly. “Am I dying?” “No, you are not dying”, I replied. “You just caught a cold. When did you get it? Yesterday you looked perfectly fine”. “I don’t know”, he said. “Maybe ice cream. Does it matter?” He looked so weak and pitiful, that I couldn’t find strength to make a joke. And I just smiled softly at him. “No”, I said. “I will make you tea. And I will try to find some medicines. Just hold on, my dear, and don’t cover yourself in blankets much. It won’t do well to you”. “I feel cold”, he said. “Yes, but it's just your immune system is trying to fight the virus”, I said. “Trust me, it can get worse, if you will be wrapped in a blanket”. Morpheus wasn’t arguing. I make him tea and then give him some medicines and he fell asleep. I called the university and said that I won’t be able to come because my husband is ill. I checked up on Morpheus. He was still sleeping and I decided to visit the pharmacy and restore my medicines. I felt a little panic because I didn’t know how his immune system is working. But turned out to be like any human. On my way back I came to the New Inn and bought some food for later. When I returned home, Morpheus was already awake up and offended deeply. “Where have you been?” he asked, pouting. “I bought some medicines because we ran out of them”, I smiled. “And I also bought some of your favorite food”. “I’m sorry”, he said quietly and guilty. “You are so kind to me, and I’m awful. I’m so pathetic. How do you tolerate me?” “I won’t tolerate you”, I said and hugged him. “I love you. I understand that your illness made you grumpy and I’m not angry with you. I don’t think you awful and pathetic. All I feel is love and desire to help”. “I don’t deserve you”, he said quietly. “You can catch a cold too if you will be too close to me”. “It doesn’t matter”, I chuckled. “Now let me take care of you, my love”. He let me take him to the kitchen and then to the bedroom. I told him the truth. All I want to protect him and take care of him. And love him for the rest of my life.

You can touch me

Pairing: Morpheus x Hob Hadling

Words: 690

Rating: PG

DreamlingWeek. Day 7. Touch starved 

Before my imprisonment, I was the one who loved to touch. And I react normally if my lovers touched me. I wasn’t a human after all. I can react differently to some actions. But after I regain my freedom something changed in me. For more than a century I can touch only cold glass. My skin was itching for something. I became more…sensitive. Maybe my human form just reflects something inside of me. I can’t quite understand, what happens to me till I met Hob in the New Inn. “You what?” he looked terrified at me when I told him vaguely about my imprisonment. “My friend, I’m so sorry. I should have found you! I should have to save you!” “No, Hob”, I said quietly. “It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t know. And how would you free me? It would be…difficult. And you were supposed to be angry with me. For leaving you like that last time. For not coming to our meeting in 1989… I want to…” “That’s alright”, he suddenly covered my hand with his hand. It was…pleasant…warm. “I wasn’t angry with you. I was just sad and worried, that I won’t see you again”. “Did you want to see me again?” I asked. “Of course!” at this moment he noticed that he placed his hand over mine. And tried to let go of my hand. “No, you can…touch me”, I said. “I…like it”.   He bite his lip and squeezed my fingers a little. I wanted to sit like this for eternity. Perhaps, Hob saw something in my eyes, because he said. “Let me take you to my flat. It’s upstairs. I think it will be more comfortable”. “I don’t want to be a burden”, I replied. “My friend, you can never be a burden for me”, he said softly and warmly. “You are my best friend and… I want to take care of you”. He wanted to see me. He wanted to take care of me. Even after what I have done. After that time when I left him in the rain. “Alright”, I said. And he took me upstairs to a small but comfortable flat. I felt warm and safe. I felt love there. “Do you want tea or coffee?” Hob asked. “Or maybe wine?” “Coffee”, I said. I didn’t want wine anymore. I want to feel his touch again. But then he disappeared into the kitchen. “You want to say something”, I noticed. “When?” he asked, making the coffee. “When you said that I’m your best friend”, I replied. “It seems you didn’t finish the phrase”. “I did”, he said but a little bit nervously. He returned with a cup of coffee and handed me it. His fingers touched mine again. And I took the chance and held his hand. He blushed a little bit. But then smiled softly, and everything I want is to be warmed by his smile. “Can I touch you more?” he asked. I looked at him and nodded. And he touched my cheek so gently, that I almost lost my breath. How long ago someone touched me that way? I can’t remember. And I almost lost to this gentle touch, feeling like something inside crumbled down. Probably, my walls. “How someone can hurt you?” he whispered. “Barbarians”. And in the next moment, my lips touched his. His lips are so warm and welcoming. And he immediately embraced me and kisses me back. “You can’t imagine how long I have wanted to do this”, he whispered, when we parted our lips. And then he started to kiss my face and my neck, not letting me go of his embrace. “I’m sorry”, he said. “I’m too forward. But I…I love you and can’t hold myself back anymore. But I can stop if you say so…” “No, don’t stop”, I said. “I…I…” I feel it. The warmness became overwhelming and I understood that it was love. The feeling I refuse to admit for so long. “I love you too”, I whispered. “Can I stay…with you…for a little longer?” “Of course, my love”, he smiled so brightly. “You can stay forever”. And I stayed, feeling myself whole and at home at last.

Caught you

Pairing: Morpheus x Hob Hadling

Words: 445

Rating: PG

DreamlingWeek. Day 5. Midnight Snack Hob I woke up because I felt the absence of something. Sudden chill. Turned out Morpheus wasn’t in the bed anymore. My sleepy mind thought first that he returned to the Dreaming, but then I remembered, that he wasn’t Dreaming of the Endless anymore. Then I thought that maybe everything earlier was a dream. Morpheus, who came to me as a human and stayed in my life permanently. It felt unreal sometimes. But then I heard something in the kitchen and decided to check the theory. So I stood up quietly and walked to the kitchen trying to b as soundless as I can. Morpheus was grabbing something from the refrigerator. And this picture of a suddenly hungry man, who used not to need food, melted my heart completely. And I coughed, trying to hide the laugh. Morpheus froze on the place and turned around to me. “I woke you up”, he said a little bit guilty. “I’m sorry”. “That’s fine”, I smiled. “Are you alright, my love?” “Yes, I am just a little bit hungry”, he blushed a little bit. “I don’t want to wake you up and tried to find something on my own”. “Let me prepare the sandwich for you”, I smiled and walked to him. “I can do it myself”, he said, furrowing. “You can go to rest”. “No, I want to do it for you”, I said, preparing the sandwich. “I suppose, it’s new for you. The hunger in the middle of the night”. “Yes”, he sighed, giving up. “I tried to ignore it, but couldn’t sleep”. “That’s alright”, I smiled and gave him his sandwich. “You can always tell me, whatever is bothering you, you know”. “I know”, he smiled almost shyly. “Do you want a tea?” I asked. “It’s too late, beloved”, he said. “I don’t want to wake you up completely”. “I don’t make a midnight snack too”, I admitted. “And to drink tea here with you. There is something so endearing in that”. “I thought it would be difficult to be a human”, he said. “Sometimes it is difficult. But with you, it’s better”. “I’m happy, I could help you to adjust”, I took his hand in mine. “And I’m happy, that you choose to come to me”. “You are my friend and my love”, Morpheus said. “You are the only one I can trust. And I don’t know how to thank you”. “You can thank me for your midnight snack”, I smiled. “With a kiss”. “With pleasure”, in a second he appeared on my lap and kissed me passionately. I kissed him back, hugging his small waist. In moments like this, I believe that everything is actually real.

Boyfriend

Pairing: Morpheus x Hob Hadling

Words: 688

Rating: PG

DreamlingWeek. Day 4. Fake dating and Continuation 

Hob A month passed since Morpheus (now I know his name), returned. And we met in the New Inn twice already. I was happy. I couldn’t even dream about meeting him so often. And in my thoughts about him, I forgot about the official evening at the university. And I have no one to go with. “Hello, Hob”, suddenly I heard a familiar deep velvet voice. “Hello, my friend”, I smiled. He sat in front of me. A faint smile appeared on his face, and my heart made a flip. No, not right now. I’m not ready for this conversation. “You looked troubled”, he noticed. “There will be an event on this weekend at my work”, I confessed. “What kind of event?” he asked. “Official evening, you know, like a modern ball”, I smiled. “But I have to bring someone with me there”. “A date?” he asked calmly. “Do you have someone on your mind?” And then a thought came to my mind. I have someone to ask, but he cannot like the idea. Anyway, I want to try. “Do you want to come with me?” I asked quickly. There came silence. He looked bewildered and surprised. But then his eyes light brighter. “Do you want me to come with you?” he asked with a smile. “As who?” “As my friend”, I replied. “Or boyfriend…” “Boyfriend”, he replied. “Do you want to come with me as your partner”? “Perhaps”, I smiled. “But I would understand if you can’t”. “I will come with you”, Morpheus said suddenly. “You will?” I asked surprised. “Yes”, he nodded. “When?” “On Saturday”, I replied. “At five o’clock”. “I will meet in your flat”, Morpheus said and smiled like a cat. “Thank you, my friend”, I smiled.

On Saturday Morpheus came on time. And I lost the purpose of the meeting when I saw him. He was dressed in a black shirt and jeans, looking even more ethereal than ever. “You looked…astonishing”, I finally said, when remembered how to use words. “You look good yourself”, he smirked. “Are you ready?” Everyone was looking at him. And everyone was surprised I actually brought someone with me. That I brought so handsome man. “Let me introduce Morpheus”, I said with a smile. “Is he your boyfriend?” asked Marie, a colleague of mine. “Partner”, Morpheus replied. I was shocked, that he agreed with that and didn’t say that we are friends. Despite his taciturnity and mysterious demeanor, he drew people’s attention and seemed to charm them all. But he was next to me all the time. “Where have you met?” asked someone. “In the tavern a long time ago”, I smiled. “He walked up to me and I thought that he is the most handsome man, I have ever seen”. “You did?” Morpheus asked and I saw that he was surprised. “Of course, my love”, I said. Probably, the wine got into my head. “You had my heart from that even moment”. Something new appeared in his eyes. They shined brighter than the stars. Then suddenly he took my hand and looked at my colleagues. “We should go”, Morpheus said. “We have plans”. “Yes-yes, of course”, obviously he charmed them so much, so they won’t argue with him, but tomorrow will be a lot of questions for me. “We did?” I asked when he came with me to the exit. “We have plans?” “Yes”, he said but looked at me when we left the building. “Is it true what you said earlier about your…heart?” “Yes…” I bit my lip. “I have been always in love with you. Partner”, I smirked. He smirked too and then cupped my face with his hands and kissed me deeply. He tasted like wine, sun, and all my dreams. I might be drunk from this kiss. “I am in love with you too”, he whispered. “If I have known, I would invite you to some party earlier”, I whispered with a smile. “I would rather you invite me home”, he smirked. “We have things to do”. “As you wish, my love”, I smiled, kissed Morpheus one more time, and took him to the car.

Curiosity, which killed the cat

Pairing: Morpheus x Hob Hadling

Words: 579

Rating: PG

DreamlingWeek. Day 3. Curiosity (killed the cat)

Morpheus

I decided to pay the visit to Hob on June 6 and asked what he wants to do on our date. I turned into the cat and got on his balcony. The door to his flat was opened. It was warm weather and also Hob knew I sometimes came to him through the balcony when I am in cat form. 

But I stopped when I hear Hob’s voice and his conversation.

“I need this for my special someone», he said. “I want to make a surprise gift. And I want it to be perfect”.

He has someone was the first thought in my head. Perhaps, our relationship wasn’t as special as I thought. I felt hurt and betrayed. 

I wanted to go away, but Hob noticed me. 

“Dream!” he caught me. “How long have you been here?”

I didn’t say anything but tried to fight my way back of his hands and flat.

“Hey, are you alright?” he started to pet me and refused to let me go even despite of scratches I made him. 

And I refused to turn into my human form. So he pets me for some time. I wait till he fell asleep and went away.

On the next day, I couldn’t take away my curiosity and decided to watch him and his special someone, who he choose to meet on the next day. But Hob was sad and worried about something and alone. He looked at the clock all the time like he was hurried somewhere. 

No one came, so I decided to show myself to him. I turned into a human and stepped in. Hob immediately stood up and relief showed on his face.

“Dream!” he said. “Finally! I thought you wouldn’t come. I…”

“So you can go on a date with another one?” I asked angrily. My emotions took the best of me. “And where is he or  she now?”

“Who?” he froze.

“You know who”, I said. “Your special someone, for whom you are planning a surprise”.

He stared at me for a minute and then laughed. I looked at him offended. Perhaps, I should go and never return. And send a nightmare to him. I took the parcel with sand, and then he stopped laughing abruptly.  

“Wait, Dream!” he caught my hand and I looked at him. “You must hear my conversation. My friend, I was talking about you! You are my special someone”.

I froze, feeling stupid and embarrassed. Now I want to run away from shame.

“So you planned…”.I started.

“I planned a surprise for you”, he smiled, still holding my hand. “For both of us. Today is our date, remember? So I organized our dinner in the New Inn and I was very nervous because you didn’t come”.

“I’m so sorry, Hob”, I sighed. “I jumped up to the wrong conclusion again. I almost ruined your surprise”.

“You didn’t ruin anything yet”, he smiled and hugged me. “And you should know, that you are the only one for me. I don’t need anyone else for a few centuries already. Are you ready to go, my love?” 

“Yes”, I whispered. “And I’m sorry again for my accusations”. 

“I’m not mad”, he said. “I suppose surprises don’t work well for you. Next time I will give you a clue”.

And we went to the New Inn. I was thinking that I need to work better on my hot temper to not hurt my only friend and love next time. 

I feel safe with you

Pairing: Morpheus x Hob Hadling

Words: 402

Rating: PG

DreamlingWeek. Day 2. Stuck in an elevator

“Remind me, why we are here”, said Morpheus grumpy, when we arrived to the skyscraper. His pouty lips told me that he is at least unhappy with my decision.

“To watch the view”, I smiled. “Do you trust me?”

“I trust you”, he replied. “I don’t trust others”.

“We don’t need to talk to others”, I said. “We need to get up to watch the view”.

Morpheus didn’t answer. And he felt highly uncomfortable when we got in the elevator. Perhaps, his imprisonment affected him more that he said.

“Hob”, he almost hissed.

“That’s alright, my love”, I said and took his hands in mine, gently caressing the skin. Trying to make his tension disappear. “It just takes us up and the doors will open”.

He relaxed a little bit, but then elevator shaken and stopped, like the electricity was gone. And Morpheus tensed again.

“We stuck”, he said. “I see nightmares about it”.

He looked betrayed, as I trapped him here on purpose. And my heart ached when I remembered about his imprisonment.

“I didn’t mean to, my love”, I whispered and hugged.

Fortunately, he didn’t resist and let me embrace him. I felt that he was shaking a little. I hugged him tighter.

“You are not in Burgess house”, I whispered. “You are not alone. I’m right here with you. I’m holding you”.

He almost stopped trembling and I took it as a good sign. I kissed him in the cheek, still hugging him, so he won’t feel cold.

“I’m not going anywhere, my love”, I added.

“You are right”, he whispered and relaxed a little bit. “I’m safe with you”.

“That’s right, my love”, I feel warn inside of his words. “No one is going to hurt you. I won’t let him”.

“I always feel safe with you”, he replied. “Visiting you like coming home”.

“I’m glad, my love”, I smiled.

His kiss was sweet and greedy. We kissed and kissed and kissed for so long. Then his lips moved to my neck, and I lost my breath. And then elevator started working again.

“See, we are moving again”, I said in a husky voice.

“Unfortunately, I had another plans for this hour”, he pouted his lips again.

“I can fix this”, I smirked and stopped elevator myself this time.

We watched the view so my later that evening, but I didn’t regret it a slightest.

Barfight

Pairing: Morpheus x Hob Hadling

Words: 430

Rating: PG

DreamlingWeek. Day 1. Barfight

I always consider myself a patient person. Life requires patience. And waiting for my dear stranger too. I learned that some people require that too. Something good worth patience though. But I lose my patience in some situations. Our meetings with Morpheus became more often. And our relationship has a new turn. But we keep them private. And for people in the New Inn, we can be seen as close friends. Unfortunately, the pub wasn’t insured of stupid people and prejudice of clothes. One evening, when Morpheus came to our meeting in the pub some insolent stupid man crushed into him. “Look when you are going, freak!” he said instead of apologizing. Morpheus’ eyes grew dark. And I stand up fast. “Apologize to my friend”, I said and both Morpheus and this man looked at me. “What did you say?” asked the man angrily. “You were the one who bumped into him”, I said. “So you need to apologize”. “I don’t apologize to fags!” he said. “Hob”, Morpheus tried to warn me, but I step closer to the man. I can forget about insults toward me, but not about insults toward my dear friend. And this fellow was drunk enough not to win. “What did you say?” I asked. “You heard me”, he laughed. But no one else supports him in his laughing. Everyone knows me in the pub. And then I hit him. I believed I still was strong and my body remembers all the fighting I’ve gone through. But he stands. And fight me back.

“You don’t need to come to my defense”, said Morpheus later, tending my bruises. “I believe I have told you that”. “I can’t stand still while my friend was offended”, I smiled. His touches are careful and gentle. His fingers are a little bit cold. He pouted his lips in disapproval but his eyes were shining just like that time in 1789. “I touched”, he said, “And annoyed at the same time of the thought that you think I need protection. But I don’t like the idea of you being hurt”. “It’s nothing”, I smiled and took his hand. “I knew my chances. And he couldn’t make me big harm. Nor he could kill me”. “You are reckless”, he pouted lips again. “Only for you, my darling”, I smiled and kissed his red pouty lips. “No one dares offend my love and my best friend and leave unharmed”. “You’re poetic, Hob Gadling”, he finally smiled and kissed me back. “But next time be more careful”. “I promise”, I smiled and kissed him again.