#1689 fic

[avelera]

Sandman Meta: Hob has exactly zero way of figuring out who Dream is (before they reunite)

More than once in a fic I've written from Hob's POV I've had readers note their astonishment that Hob has not yet figured out Dream's identity, even if Dream does not reveal it himself.

Even in fics of mine where Dream reveals his name, like in Giving Sanctuary, I have Hob be slow on the uptake when it comes to the extent of Dream's powers, even things like being able to enter and control dreams, and the reason I do this is carefully considered and based in the fact that Hob would have no way of knowing who Dream is or by extension what he can do.

So I kind of want to take a step back and address in detail just how actually impossible it would be, objectively, for Hob to figure out who Dream is in a world that doesn't have The Sandman comic for him to read to figure it out.

This is, of course, because, from a Doylist angle, Neil's "Dream of the Endless" is not based in any single mythology. Indeed, Dream as we know him is cobbled together from at least three or more different mythological figures, none of which combine to actually form the "Dream of the Endless" we see in the show or read in the comics. The Endless are completely made up for the comic and the Sandman, Morpheus, and Oneiros are all from wildly different mythologies and none of them actually overlap to form the complete picture of who Dream is as an entity in the Sandman show or comic.

So even if someone straight-up told Hob that the person he meets is the Sandman, Morpheus, or Oneiros (btw, there is no singular figure of "Oneiros" in Greek mythology) he would still not be able to put together the full picture of who Dream is. Even if he's given the name "Dream of the Endless" to work with, those words combined don't mean anything on their own if you don't have what an Endless is filled in, because it was made up entirely for the comic. (Of course, a fanfic author absolutely could make up such a book for their fic but it would be a creation for that fic, serving a purpose within that story like to tip Hob off, though I think it's entirely reasonable to make up a book in the Sandman world that goes into detail on who the Endless are. The Magdalene Grimoire, btw, is not that book. It only talks about Death. Death is a figure in many mythologies including the Christian one, but Dream is not. Even Burgess needs the Corinthian to tell him who Dream is in the show, and he's an occultist.)

Couple all of this with Hob's personal experience with Dream, encountering him as part of a wager with Dream's sister Death to see if Hob could bear a life of immortality, you get far more clues that would send him hurtling off into a totally incorrect direction before you'd get anything close to the truth, if we assume only the books available in our world are available to him.

So the reason this is a bit of an irritation for me that there's this idea that Hob has "all the clues" to figure out who Dream is because it smacks of a logical fallacy.

Basically, it's easy to see that the answer to a complicated math problem is "obvious" if someone just hands the answer to you. But challenging people to actually solve it themselves could be quite a bit more complicated. And in this complex formula solving for "Who the fuck is Hob's mysterious stranger?" there's actually so many blank X's of unanswered questions that I genuinely think there's no way for Hob to solve this equation without someone giving him the answer.

Let's go through this systematically, using just what Hob knows as observed on screen in the show.

1389 - a pale man in all black with a ruby at his throat approaches Hob's table and challenges Hob to meet him there in 100 years. He then smiles enigmatically and leaves.

That's it. That's all Hob has to go off of. He never sees Death, he has no idea about the wager. As far as he knows, Dream gave him immortality. It would be the most logical conclusion given that the day before Hob didn't have immortality and the day after, presumably, he does.

1489 - The only confirmation he has is actually seeing Dream there in 1489 and the first thing he asks is, "How did you know that I'd be here?"

Dream does not answer him. Hob takes a few stabs at guessing his identity which reveals his Christian European context: are you a wizard, or a saint -- to be clear, these are two types of human magic users that make sense to Hob for his context. The only other figure he can think of is The Devil. He doesn't ask if Dream is a pagan god or a faerie, he assumes a man with arcane or divine magic, or the Devil.

Dream says that he's not the Devil, much good that would do if he was a Devil who could just presumably lie to Hob, and says he's interested in Hob's experience and implies that he will grant him another 100 years of life. He is sarcastic and unimpressed about Hob's wonder at the world. He doesn't even actually show much interest in Hob being in the printing business. He only shows a spark of interest in Hob's continued desire to live, and then immediately takes off.

1589 - The only new information Hob gets this year is 1) Dream is supremely uninterested in food or the wealth Hob has earned, or his family, and 2) puny little Will Shaxberd, a crap playwright with no shot at becoming anything more, suddenly becomes a famous playwright. He would eventually become a renowned playwright in his day but keep in mind, Shakespeare didn't actually become mega famous centuries after his death. In his day, many people thought other playwrights like Marlowe were better.

My point is, from this Hob doesn't necessarily get even the pieces to determine that Dream likes art. It might seem obvious to us because Dream is Prince of Stories, but that's not the offer Dream gives Shaxberd. He just asks if it is Will's will to create dreams to spur the minds of men. Yes, we know that Dream wants Will to make dreams for him, but in Hob's context, Dream is just asking what Will would sell his soul for, just like he overheard Hob saying he had no intention of dying. From this perspective the only strong conclusion Hob can draw is that Dream grants wishes.

From this, Hob could conclude that Dream is a djinn/genie, or perhaps a faerie, but there is absolutely nothing to indicate he's associated with dreams or literature directly besides a mention of creating dreams nested in the context of asking Shaxberd what he wants, giving him a supernatural gift much like the one Hob believes Dream gave him.

At this point, the domains of Dream's power are very muddled for Hob because he doesn't know Death gave him immortality. So as far as he knows, Dream can give immortality AND make an amateur playwright into the greatest writer who ever lived. Putting these two things together does not bring you naturally to the domain of dreams by any stretch.

(I will note here, that in Giving Sanctuary, I had Hob learn that "Death" is Dream's sister before he learns Dream's name. There, his initial conclusion is that Dream must therefore be Famine, one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse and the one known for wearing black (and not eating seems like a clue with Dream too) my point being that having another, small piece of the whole puzzle still would probably send him flying off in the wrong direction given his cultural context.)

1789: The next time Hob gets any hint that Dream has powers is with Lady Johanna. He uses his sand to show her her, "old ghosts". Note, she does not fall asleep but rather begins to hallucinate.

The Sandman myth has its origins of Scandinavia and it is first written down in in "Der Sandmann" a context that Hob might have access to, if he's very well read, in the early 1800s. By the way, the description of the Sandman in that book bears a striking resemblance to the Corinthian, because he eats the eyes of naughty children, and very little to Dream beyond the use of sand in his magic.

There is absolutely nothing to link the Sandman to Morpheus the Roman God of Dreams, who was made up entirely by Ovid in the Metamorphoses and never mentioned anywhere before that. That's because Neil Gaiman was the first to link those two mythological figures.

And on that note, there is no Oneiros attested to in Hesiod. The mention of Oneiros is actually to the "Oneiroi" an entire tribe of dreams and nightmares who are the children of Night (Nix). There's Hypnos (Sleep) who is the brother of Thanatos (Death) but that is about as close as we get to the Endless in any other mythological source besides the comics. And again, Dream does not put Johanna to sleep, he makes her hallucinate.

1889- Again, there is precious little to go off of. Dream is tight-lipped as ever. The only thing he gives away is that Lady Johanna later helped him with a task, a fact Hob is visibly annoyed and I daresay jealous about, and when he lashes out he refers to himself as, "One such as I."

But "One such as I," only reveals something Hob already knew: that Dream thinks highly of himself. That doesn't actually reveal that Dream is even magical, he could just be nobility or a powerful immortal magic user and refer to himself that way. Hob already knows that Dream is magical, and immortal, and probably some sort of high born or aristocrat. He's probably known that since 1389 given how Dream was dressed and given that giant fuck-off ruby (which actually might make Hob, in that day, wonder if Dream was a relation to the Black Prince)

That's it. That is the grand total of everything Hob has seen of Dream.

Hob in the comic will eventually admit, in The Wake, that he figured out who Dream was on his own. But this is after Seasons of Mist when Dream toasts him in Hob's dream and Hob wakes up with the impossible bottle of wine on his bedside. He has another encounter too with Dream where Dream eventually accedes to Hob's request to make the men who killed Audrey, his dead girlfriend, know who she was. Presumably, Dream makes them dream of her.

So Hob in the comics by the time we get to The Wake has more to go off of to make the link to the Lord of Dreams. Hob as we see him in the show, has had much less to go off of.

Even if you give Hob one piece of the puzzle, like one of the names like Morpheus, or The Sandman, or Oneiros, that still doesn't help give him the whole picture. The word "Endless" would be meaningless. He would have to have read at least three pretty obscure books that span a period of 2,000 years (between Hesiod and Der Sandmann) to get the three books that Neil primarily drew from to combine these figures into the Dream of the comic.

Look, my point is, unless someone gives the answer to Hob, and explains the full extent of what the Endless are, he's got little to go off of. Arguably, not enough at all to solve for "X" as to who Dream is, even if he's given more pieces. This would be a tough problem to solve.

[mayhemspreadingguy]

“If I had known that I was always doomed to lose him so young…That there was nothing I could do to change his fate…” Dream swallowed and when he spoke again the unshakeable calm of his voice wavered and finally broke, “I would have told him how I loved him, each day when he woke and each night while he dreamed. I would have embraced Eurydice as if she were my own daughter. I would have danced at their wedding.”

“I know,” Hob tightened his arms around Dream. “I know you would have.”

Giving Sanctuary by @avelera

This fic absolutely destroyed me! One of my favourites! Love it! 💕

I had it marked for later and avoided to read it because at the time it was already considerably long and I didn't really have the time for it (I have no self-control I'm hopeless binge reader so it would totally fuck up my schedule). I decided to read it not long ago aaaand then I caught up... to chapter 18 😭. WHY WHYYY WHAT A TERRIBLE TIME TO CATCH UP!?!??!!!

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Shadows all around you as you surface from the dark Emerging from the gentle grip of night's unfolding arms Darkness, darkness everywhere, do you feel all alone? The subtle grace of gravity, the heavy weight of stone

You don't see what you possess, a beauty calm and clear It floods the sky and blurs the darkness like a chandelier All the light that you possess is skewed by lakes and seas The shattered surface, so imperfect, is all that you believe

I will bring a mirror, so silver, so exact So precise and so pristine, a perfect pane of glass I will set the mirror up to face the blackened sky You will see your beauty every moment that you rise

I just read the latest chapter of Giving Sanctuary and although that chapter is a lot about Hob's abandonment issues I can't help but feel a lot for Dream in this whole fic, who does not think he deserves anyone's love...then this song came on in one of my oc playlists and I remembered how I wanted to share it because. Because Dream.

@avelera

[hopefulpenance]

After a month apart ✨

From Giving Sanctuary by @avelera

[cuubism]

Whenever you post another Hope/Morpheus fic snippet my brain does this:

that's kind of what they are doing to my brain right now too 😂 i need them to get out of my house

(it's based on this post i made ages ago btw, that's what this fic was birthed from. it wasn't supposed to get this long XD)

I'm so glad you're looking forward to it, that makes me happy :)

here's a snippet. 1789 meeting. tw violence

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Morpheus was hardly shocked when the goons stepped forward, though Hope looked between them in surprise, as if he had truly expected he might be able to negotiate his way out of this. And argument or not, Morpheus was not going to let these men step near him. He stood, which effectively drew both men’s gazes to him, discreetly picking up cutlery as he went. Morpheus had had plenty of occasions in life to need to know how to fight, and he was lightly built in comparison to lots of other men so he’d learnt to fight fast and dirty. He went for the man closer to Hope first, catching him about the wrist as he swung his blade, twisting so it dropped from his grasp and landing a hard jab of the heel of his hand into the man’s solar plexus. The man dropped to the floor, and Morpheus spun for the other, just missing the slash of a blade at his shoulder. He ducked under the blow and brought up the fork he’d grabbed from the table, spearing it right into the man’s eye, ignoring the spray of blood and the scream. He was calm, felt nothing about it other than the need to stay between Hope and these men who would do him harm, though perhaps he should have felt more, fear or regret for the violence. But he didn’t. Having downed both of the lady’s goons, Morpheus turned again—only to find the lady herself holding a knife to his throat. He expected to have to shove her off and possibly get his throat cut in the process—not that it would be permanent—when Hope stood and slipped between them, quiet as a flicker of light, and touched two fingers to the lady’s bare sternum. She gasped as if he’d plunged a blade into her chest instead, and stumbled back, eyes wide, dropping her knife with a clatter. She looked utterly dazed, far off, and as Morpheus watched, tears fell from her eyes, one after the other, and she clutched her chest. And then fled. Morpheus watched her leave with curiosity. Somehow, he hadn’t expected Hope to have any defensive abilities—he was always rather the type to negotiate with a burglar that they should be making better life choices—but in retrospect it was obvious that an Endless would be able to defend himself, even if he didn’t often use it. When Morpheus looked over at him—he was really standing quite close, which Morpheus tried not to think about—Hope was openly gaping at him. “You— you stabbed him in the eye.” Morpheus raised an eyebrow. “And?” “With a fork.” “Yes, I thought pulling a proper knife might be more conspicuous.” Morpheus couldn’t tell if the man was dead. He was certainly down. It didn’t really matter. “Vicious.” Hope looked at the fallen bodies. “Fates. What a turn for drinks to take.” “I suppose you hoped for better,” Morpheus said, and Hope grinned at him. “Always do.”

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58 for the Spotify fic synopsis thing?

!!!!! okay #58 is “MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT” by loveless which i. have lost my entire mind about multiple times since it was introduced to me. like... i am basically incapable of being regular about this song sorry

this is pretty much just... dreamling feral devotion fic. and vampires. i don’t know why it reminds me of vampires. maybe it’s the “drink from my cup” bit

i actually wrote the start of a dreamling vampire AU set in 1689 with this song on repeat (which is probably how it ended up on my wrapped, lmao) that i don’t think i’ve posted (at least i don’t remember ever having posted it??? if i have then... whoops) so i’m gonna drop that snippet here

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Hob had not believed before that blood flowed through his stranger’s veins. Had not, in fact, ever been sure that he had veins at all, so concealed was he always during their fleeting meetings.

Yet much has come to pass between the two of them this night to aid in Hob's understanding; so much there and gone in a decadent blur to bring them here: Hob sprawled on a bed fit for any prince, moonlight white as calla lilies strewn across the shadowed sheets, and the man standing at the bedside tall and severe and perfectly motionless, so still he could be suspended in time.

“My dear Hob,” says his stranger, darkly fond, pushing up the billowy black sleeve of his fine shirt to bare one elegant snow-pale wrist to Hob's eyes.

Hob's pulse thrums loud in his ears; he drifts on its rhythm, swathed in the sweet-bitter scent of the oils from his bath lingering in the linens. “I cannot be dear to you,” he rasps. "My lord, you cannot possibly mean it."

“Even now you doubt my words?"

"Aye," he says, "even now, scrubbed of my filth and dressed in all your finery."

His stranger's voice comes down on Hob with all the weight of a charnel door closing. "Neither cleanness nor clothing are of consequence to me," he says. "No—it is patience that makes an eternity bearable. And would you deny you are a patient man?"

“I would not deny it,” Hob says.

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Hii, hope you're well! I have been looking for a drarry fic where they were at hogwarts and H was a prefect and was in live with D but D didn't realise, D was pining so bad. In one scene D was being cornered by another student trying to kiss him and H stopped it and walked D to his room, D was swooning

That's all, hope you can help me, thank you very much

Sorry, we could not find this fic. Maybe one of our followers can help!

[violetsiren90]

Evergreen | Bang Chan/Reader

Pairing: wolf hybrid!Bang Chan x human!f!Reader

(A Nothing But You universe fic)

Genre: hybrid AU; one-shot; established relationship; domestic fluff; slice of life; mountain living; pregnancy

Word Count: 1689

Summary: Seasons change, life moves on - but some things stay the same.

Content Warning: PG-13 for themes but my page and all its content are 18+ (minors, dni); wolf hybrid rut; mentions of knotting and marking; mentions of rut symptoms that include insomnia and lack of appetite; deep emotions; the use of "your" and "belonging" in the sense of committed love NOT ownership; pregnancy; mentions of different states of undress; domesticity and shared domestic responsibility; homesteading; Chris being the sweetest and most caring 😭💕; Chris chopping wood 😳; mentions of food and eating; implications of sexual intimacy, parenthood

Author's Note: I guess I went and fell in love with these two. This is a companion one-shot to Nothing But You. This one-shot is a different flavor, not as soft and cozy all the way through - there are more notes here, I think. Some sweeter, some sharper, but in the end, it's still them. I wanted to peek into their lives and see how they lived and loved. 🥰

If no one has told you yet today, please know that you are so loved, and so worthy of love! 🧜‍♀️💜

~January~

Snow burdens the branches of the pines, the bitter North wind whistling between the trees, through the darkness, and over the blanket of fresh powder shrouding the forest floor. The mountains are sleeping, but your wolf is awake.

He nearly collapses, sinking to his knees as he shuts the cabin door. You spring up from your place by the fire to rush to him, but he holds up a hand, a growl rumbling low in his chest. You freeze. Panting, he slowly raises his face. Snowflakes cling to his lashes and dust over his head and shoulders. The dusky circles under his brown eyes speak of weariness, yet their expression is dark and wild. His nose is flushed from the chill. Beads of sweat quiver on his brow.

The fever still hasn't broken.

It appeared two days ago, with other sudden changes. Christopher has grown restless and short-tempered, and won't sleep in your bed. He smells intoxicatingly of cedar wood and amber.

You've been through it all before, his annual rut at the end of winter - four days of watching him endure the throes of primal agony. He would steal away at night, to hunt, your proximity far too overwhelming for his heightened senses and desires. Unchecked he would fail to stop himself. He would take you, mark you, knot you.

He hadn't in the four years you'd shared a bed and the comfort of the other's flesh. You'd spoken of the mating rites, but he always held off, afraid to break you. So protective of you always, and without a second a thought to himself.

You respected his space, his wishes, attempting to help him navigate the torment of his natural longings as best you could.

But this year it had taken him like a wild fire. The fever wouldn't break. He wouldn't sleep or eat. And now, here he was, half frozen and shivering on the floor.

No more.

You slowly cross to pull him up against his weak protesting. You peel away his frost-damp clothes and drag his heavy frame to rest upon the bed. With his last strength he tries to push you away, but you slip under the blankets beside him, pulling him into your arms.

His eyes flutter shut as he curls against you and nuzzles into your neck, whimpering that when he wakes it will be too hard for him to hold back.

You tell him not to try.

You tell him that you need him, want him - all of him. This part too, with all the others.
You assure him softly that you're not afraid, nor should he fear to make you his...you already belong to one another, after all.

You whisper that you love him.

Christopher exhales, tears trickling down his cheeks to mingle with the sweat and melted snow. You hold him to your breast, brushing soft kisses into his hair.

Cedar wood and amber.

~April~

You shake out a flannel shirt, crinkled and bunched from wringing to hang it on the line that stretches from the side of the cabin to a young yellow birch within the clearing. You smile as you fasten it with clips. He had worn it on the first day he visited the diner. It was faded then, and it has grown more timeworn still. But the fabric is thick, the seams hand-sewn, and if the dye has begun to abandon the thread it is only ever the softer. 

Strong and soft, like him.

The warblers are singing in the branches of the white pines as they busily fashion their nests. You stroke a hand down over the little bump of your belly, musing over the nesting that has started to change the trappings of your own little home. There's still plenty of time, but Christopher's excitement has poured forth in the form of hard work, and you're certain that when your time comes he'll have stored by enough for the next three winters yet.

You hear the rumbling of his truck a ways off. He left in the wee hours, the bed loaded down with wares to sell to suppliers in town. By the time you've strung up the last piece of washing he's already at the mouth of the trail, his arms laden with flowers and parcels wrapped in brown paper. The light wash of his denim shirt brings out the early kisses of the spring sunshine on his honeyed skin.

You follow him into the house where he puts your wildflowers into a vase and insists that you sit while he tends to lunch. Unwrapping the brown paper packages you find a set of pretty maternity pajamas, a box of chocolates, and the goat's milk soap you like. 

He's already eaten half his sandwich when he sets yours down, and you tug his wrist, pulling him into a chair to prevent him from setting out to work yet again. 

When the dishes are cleared you won't let him leave. He'd work every second of every day and well into many nights if you let him. But today you want him to rest. It's a mild and lovely afternoon and the chores are done. Other things can wait.

You sit across his lap on the porch swing he built two summers before. Your arms encircle one of his as you rest your head on his shoulder. 

His lips brush your forehead as his thumb caresses the little curved scar where the slope of your shoulder meets your neck. The one that means you belong to him and no one else.

The birds sing and the swing creaks.


~July~

He calls you from around the other side of the house. You draw an arm over your dripping brow and struggle up from where you're crouched to spread a batch of plump, ripe blackberries between the screens of the drying rack. There are still so many. Some you'll turn into jam. Christopher will eat the rest. He loves them. You rest the colander still half-full with berries against the full swell of your belly, wrapping an arm about the rim to keep it in place. 

You're hot and uncomfortable these days. But, when the morning's work is through, you'll go down to the lake together to shed the day's heat in the cool, still waters. You'd been every afternoon that week. Christopher was a strong swimmer, and would stay in far longer while you sat on the shady bank with a book. When he finally quit the water yesterday, he'd never found his clothes - instead he'd pressed you back into the lush green grass and made you sigh his name. 

As you round the far side of the cabin your eyes catch his form. He stands under the sweltering sun, stripped down to pair of fitted khaki work pants and thick suede boots. His muscular chest is slicked with sweat and he stands, panting, with his weight pressed into his right hip. He holds an axe in his hand.

His mouth pulls up at the corner and his tail swishes at the site of you. You tuck yourself against him wrapping your free arm around his damp waist. Oh how you want to swim. To hold his strong body in the dark water.

He gestures with the axe at what he's fitted together with stripped pieces of soft pine. A little cradle. He nudges it with his foot, setting it to rock. You bring a blackberry to his lips and he accepts it.

You kiss him.

Salty skin and summer fruit.


~October~

Your eyes flutter open to the sound of little cries. You sit up and stretch, blinking in the softness of the early autumn light.

You inhale deeply. Cinnamon and hickory smoke.

Outside the air is growing crisp and the leaves of the deciduous trees are blushing and abandoning their hosts, covering the floor of the wood in their pageantry. Fruit and game have begun to grow scarce as the forest prepares to enter the long slumber of the colder months. Nights require fires more often than not.

There is a small fire crackling now. A little black cauldron hangs over the flames, and you can smell the porridge simmering within. The man you love sits in a rocking chair near the warmth, a little bundle in his arms. He looks up at you as you rise and he smiles. He's been all smiles lately. In fact, you don't think the little dimple has left his cheek since he met the tiny she-wolf in his arms two weeks ago.

He says she looks like you, but all you see in her beautiful little features is Christopher. She has two tiny fuzzy ears and a darling little tale.

You reach down to stroke her fat cheek and your heart aches.

It aches from love, so much of it.

When the doctor placed her in your arms a part of your heart that you hadn't known existed burst to beating. You thought you loved the man who had knitted her inside you as much as you were able, but you had been ignorant in that respect as well. When he took your daughter in his arms and looked down on her face you thought that there wasn't room in your chest for things so vast, so deep.

You named her Hannah, for the sister her father had lost. It meant "grace".

So fitting, you think.

You move your fingers into Christopher's curls and he looks up at you. His brown eyes are soft and warm. The lovely eyes you saw that first day at the general store - the same through every changing season.

The maple and the birch will wax and wane, but not the cedar, not the pine.

Some things will remain.

And he is evergreen.
 

-Fin-

[just-j-really]

While I'm on the subject of Dreamling-does-tropes-wrong:

Hanahaki au where Hob's the one with hanahaki. Because I think however you set it up Hob refuses to play by the rules of the genre and the potential there is like catnip to me.

"The cure is confessing your love" variant? Hob's just like "Well fuck this actually" and tells Dream he loves him the moment he starts coughing up flowers. And there's so much potential there!

-Poor Hob tries to confess to Dream every time they interact and something keeps getting in his way- he falls in love in 1689, in 1789 they get interrupted, in 1889 he gets halfway through a confession and Dream YOU DAREs him, in 1989 he gets stood up. In 2022 Dream shows up at his table in the New Inn and Hob just blurts out "I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU" before Dream has the chance to actually say anything.

-Modern day, post-reunion, Dream doesn't want to intrude on Hob's life but he does want to see him more so he decides to go for the totally rational move of using his Dream-powers to spy on Hob- which means he gets a front-row seat to Hob slowly succumbing to hanahaki the second their meeting ends. All of Hob's friends/coworkers/acquaintances are REAL worried for him, but he's just like "it's seriously nbd I'll just tell him next time I see him." Dream is also REAL worried while spying from afar, but eventually goes to Hob in person to beg him to confess to whoever he's in love with. (Could be very serious and emotional, could play like that one "just tell them you love them" "alright. hey, I love you." "yes, like that!" meme.)

-Hob blurts out a love confession at... literally any of their canonical meetings, and the rest of the fic is dealing with the fallout. I think the simplest way to do this is 1889, with the confession standing in for "I think you're lonely." I think the most interesting way to do this is 1489, because so much would change. I think the FUNNIEST way to do this is 1589, yes Hob is still married.

But then you can also do the "the cure is having your love requited" variant, where Hob suffers through several centuries with an incurable lung disease. One of his most treasured dreams is that someone will come up with a cure (but for Plot reasons it keeps just not happening, like someone does come up with a cure but the side effects just aren't worth it if you can technically survive having flowers in your lungs. And/or he's never found a doctor he trusted not to freak out if he died and came back on the operating table).

And then you've got options such as:

-Dream falls in love in 1689, and either they start up a relationship right then, or they spend several centuries where Hob thinks they're in a relationship (his feelings were returned, of course they are!) and Dream thinks he's pining hopelessly for Hob, who could never love him

-Dream Does Not realize that Hob is in love with him (and in fact thinks Hob just keeps getting hanahaki, over and over, for different people, and wonders why Death saddled him with the world's Messiest human). And then he falls in love with Hob.

-Dream DOES realize Hob is in love with him. Unfortunately, he falls in love with Hob (or more realizes that what he was feeling WAS love) while fishbowled. Fortunately, Hob notices the lack of flowers, gets worried about what that means (because if his Stranger returns his feelings then why isn't he here? the flowers can't be gone because he's dead, Hob refuses to believe it). Cue a fishbowl rescue!

-Dream falls in love with Hob post-fishbowl, but is in denial about his ow feelings and assumes Hob found a workable cure sometime while he was fishbowled, or got over him. He's VERY SAD about this and can't figure out why. Hob is busy googling 'how to ask out a guy who i empirically know likes me back but only looks at me mournfully when i try to flirt'

Like I want to write this fic so bad but there are so many directions i want to go with it...

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talking with @avelera about her 1689 fic and then cackling over dumb scenarios

[avelera]

Avelera's Dreamling Fic Status Update:

Keeping Sanctuary (subscribe for updates here) - Giving Sanctuary Sequel follows Dream and Hob from the events of the altered meeting in 1689 up to the modern era. (aka, What if they hooked up after the 1689 meeting?) Current word count: ~7,000 words across several chapters. Realistic progress update: 1/10 complete total, Ch. 1 is about 1/5 complete.

(The rest are below the cut!)

Come live with me and be my love - Dream and Hob fall in love during the Regency Era when Dream loses a bet to Desire. Shenanigans ensue. (aka, What if they hooked up after the 1789 meeting?) Ch. 16 is at 2,500 words, probably about 1/3 done. Current plan is to wrap up Part 1 in the next few chapters then create a part 2 which finishes out their "1 year of marriage" on a month by month basis instead of following them day to day like Part 1 done. Probably won't be a separate fic though, just a change of format.

This Rough Magic - My take on "Hob rescues Dream from Burgess" with a twist that Hob ends up on Burgess's radar himself when he picked up some occult magic skills in the hopes of contacting Dream after 1889 and apologizing. Now he has to pretend to be friends with Burgess in order to get them both out of there, because Burgess thinks Hob can help force Dream to give him immortality. (aka, What if they hooked up after the 1889 meeting?) Ch. 9 is about 800 words in. Story is still very much in progress I just have a lot of WIPs, as you can see.

Joke's On You (I'm Into That) - The 1589 meeting goes very different when Hob proposes to Dream, who is so offended that he just can't let the matter go. A very angry, very horny competition kicks off between them. (Aka, what if they hooked up in 1589 when they were both at their absolute worst as people?) I have literally 40,000 words written for the rest of this fic. The problem is, there's big gaps in that first draft I have to fill in and scenes that need to be added. This might be my favorite WIP but it's also the hardest to write with all the smut scenes so it'll arrive whenever I can manage, I'm afraid.

Banana Daiquiris Ch. 2 - Comic-canon compliant (mostly) - Dream fakes his death to go on a vacation with Hob and Destruction. They end up in Tahiti. Destruction plays matchmaker. Hob doesn't know whether to thank Destruction or strangle him. Current word count 6,000 words. I've been playing around with adding on to this fic for ages. One of these days, I'll pull it all together.

Great Triumphs and Tragedies - aka, "Dream Accidentally Cursed Hob with a Normal Life" Fic - Dream learns that from 1689 on, Hob's life has been safe. Too safe. Improbably safe. Nothing bad or extraordinary or even terribly special has happened to him since Dream began to consider Hob his friend. He knows this because during his imprisonment, Hob's life became exciting again and suddenly went back to normal the day Dream was freed. Hob is not convinced that Dream is the reason for this, Dream disagrees. They talk about it. And fight about it. And some things that they've probably needed to talk about for a long time finally get said. (aka, sometimes the author just needs to write their weird headcanon into a 20,000 word fic that's almost entirely dialogue). Current word count: 19,000 words and about 80-90% finished, 3 of 4 chapters written. I'm hoping that posting what I've got will help push me through the final stretch. Real life interrupted for a bit though.

And for fics that haven't been posted anywhere yet (you can subscribe on my Ao3 author page for alerts about them):

Hob Amesia Fic - Dream and Hob are dating officially now in the 21st century when Hob gets hit with what seems to be a memory loss curse, shaving off 100 years of his life each day until Dream finds a cure. This effectively grants Dream a walk down memory lane as he is reacquainted with the Hob of each era and, in the process, learns how much longer Hob cared for him than Dream ever realized. Current word count: 40,000 words. Currently writing 1489 (1889-1589 are done) and re-writing the opening. It genuinely kills me not to have this one posted lol.

"Fairy God Marlowe" - 1589 fixit fic where Hob and Kit Marlowe strike up a conversation while Dream and Shaxberd are talking. Hob and Marlowe talk about plays, and faith, and salvation, and queer love, and what it means to live forever. Hob gets a second chance at a first impression. Current word count: ~5,000 words. Sadly, it's all dialogue in script format. I'd need to convert it into prose to publish which would be a slog. So it's a bit shelved until I find the energy to do so. No, I will not post it in script format, I'm allergic to the thought.

I've got a few other concepts kicking around, but these are the ones that actually have (*does a quick calculation*) over 100,000 words written that I haven't had the chance to post yet?? And it's driving me insane????

Anyway, I should probably pin this post for those curious lol. Feel free to ask me any follow-up questions, I love talking about WIPs even as they ruin my life!

[teejaystumbles]

crack fic idea for 1489 or 1689 where Dream and Hob talk about Hob's problems with lice and fleas and Hob asking if lice dream and Dream says they do, and what do they dream about, Hob asks, and Dream says, Lush body hair like yours and all Hob can hear is, holy shit yes he likes my hair?? and all he wants to ask is, Can we find these insects another lush pelt to live in please so you can enjoy mine?

[1dcommunityficrecs]

Rec List: X Factor fics!

Happy fourteen years (next week), and welcome to this list of six fics focused around the X Factor. From canon fics set back where everything started to canon fics set just a few years ago when Louis came full circle to canon divergent fics where we explore What Could Have Been to entirely new universes where everything is different but people still find each other and themselves along the way. From short and sweet to long and luxurious, from soft and sensitive to spicy and sensuous.

Please enjoy, kudos, comment, reblog, and stay hyped for what comes next!

One More Time Again by orphan_account (232268, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) Warnings: the tags note homophobia and angst

A fix-it fic that makes it all the way it should have been.

Reccer says: This fic taught me so much about 1D history. (I was late to the game) It will always be a favorite.

it's crazy, how (we found each other) by honey_beeing (8127, Teen, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

Based on Home by 1D

May You Enjoy Your New Life by aimmyarrowshigh (264033, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

What if Harry was a 16 year old single father while on The X-factor?

Reccer says: Harry as a single dad doing his best to make the right decisions. Louis doing his best to be supportive.

In My Place by kassio (97500, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post Warnings: disordered eating behaviour in response to stress

Louis is the (supposed) Prince of Wales, Harry is the x-factor contestant who looks a lot like Gemma, the Princess of Wales.

Reccer says: The author did a brilliant job with the Prince + the pop star mashup. Plus: kidnapped babies! Harry and Niall as brothers! Harry’s x-factor gold thong!

You See The Sky I Can't See by LiveLaughLoveLarry (14303, General, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) Warnings: descriptions of anxiety attacks

Louis has the ability to sense and influence the emotions of people around him. When he makes it onto the X Factor and One Direction starts getting popular, sometimes it gets a little intense.

Reccer says: The descriptions of how the emotions feel on his skin or in his body are so interesting, and Harry is so sweet and helpful when Louis gets overwhelmed.

What We Never Said by GateofMemory (1689, Not Rated, Louis Tomlinson & Brendan Murray)

A conversation between Louis and Brendan, just before the semi-finals. The words left unspoken between the lines are loudest.

Reccer says: The careful double-talk, the sense of "I see you and you see me, and I know that you know and you know that I know" is so palpable and intricate and delicate and soft

[dsudis]

Sandman fic master post

This seems to be a thing all the cool kids are doing for Dreamling week this year, so I will join in! These are (nearly) all Dreamling stories and series, with exactly one that is totally gen.

Standalone stories:

To Be Brand New (141k, 25/25, Canon-Divergence/Fix-It, De-Aging)

When Two Become One (33k, 7/?, Canon-Divergence/Fix-It, Arranged Marriage)

No Better to Be Safe Than Sorry (3k, Daydreaming PWP)

Which Betokeneth Concorde (1k, Dancing, Sort of)

A Worthy Gift (1k, Gift-giving fluff)

Form and Function (5k, Dream's shapeshifting genitals PWP)

(Everything Looks Worse) In Black and White (2k, Angst and fluff)

Beans on Toast (3k, Domestic PWP)

Welcome Little Stranger (2k, Nightmarish Mpreg-ish PWP)

Held Now by This Love (6k, Bondage PWP)

The Weather Outside Is Frightful (3k, Rainstorm Hurt/Comfort)

Introduction to Goncharov Studies (2k, Tumblr Nonsense PWP)

A Dream of Unusual Size (3k, Dream shapeshifting shenanigans)

An Endless End (3k, Gen! Also Major Character Death! But nice!!)

Licking the Spoon (9k, Touch-Starved PWP)

Series:

The Nightmare Apocalypse (And Everything After)

Everything That Falls Down Eventually Rises (9k, apocalypse)

The Death of a Certain Nightmare (1k, sorry Corinthian)

A Well-Ordered Love Story

Five Stars (4k, Human AU grocery delivery meet-cute)

There Are Rules (5k, relationship negotiation)

You Are Safe (You Know, Now) (13k, birthdays and Christmas)

Never Refuse You

Rock Bottom of a Hallowed Ground (20k, 1689 canon divergence)

A Symbol of Your Exegesis (4k, post-1689)

A Salutary Effect (8k, 1789)

Traces of Your Lifeblood Flowing (7k, 1889)

SOS from an Outpost There (11k, 1920s)

Tell Me I'm Dream, Dream, Dream, Dreaming (7k, 2021)

A Condition of Complete Simplicity (Costing Not Less Than Everything)

England and Nowhere (Never and Always) (37k, kidfic AU)

Down the Passage We Did Not Take (7k, more kidfic AU)

Retired Dream (feat. Time Blindness and Other Challenges)

Adaptive Tea Making (2k, making tea)

Such a Gorgeous Sight (2k, midnight snacks)

The Second Drawer (2k, sex toys)

The Kind of Human Wreckage That You Love (6k, necrophilia)

Dream Problems

Lying in Wait (2k, Dream fantasizes in the fishbowl)

Having a Nice Problem (8k, Dream meets up with Hob)

The Keeping of Promises (9k, belated aftercare)

Texting of a Sexual Nature (2k, beginning a relationship)

[hollowwrites]

I think you are a wonderful writer! You're slight dips into the spicy side of fics were a good showcase of what could come :)

So i know you just gave us the protective posse. And protective omi around others vying for her attention but what about both of our slytherin bois being protective. She got a lot of attention after fifth year, and being so close to those two. I feel like she's got her hands full.

I love you!! Feeling really crap about my writing as of late but little comments like this really help me! Thank you!! 💕

Medusa’s Vipers

I have the weirdest need for the boys to be protective lately. Send help. I would constantly put myself in danger if it meant these bois were there to help me.

I’m naming the Slytherin bully guy from beasts class Daniel because it makes writing easier and also everyone knew a Daniel who was a bit of a bully. Unless anyone knows his name in which case please tell me!

Also I’m including a made up spell. Don’t hate me!! It’s like Muffliato but for eyesight so Ocliato? I thought it was cute…

Warning - I mention some implied sexual assault. Nothing too graphic but just in case. I’ll section it off with ——————— mentions of blood too.

Word Count - 1689

~

“See you later boys” Eve chirped, her hand lingering on Ominis’ shoulder for just a second before waving to Sebastian. She skipped over to Poppy and Imelda who waited at the end of the Slytherin Table for her before they all left for their monthly ‘Girls Night’

“Tsk, she really does have you wrapped around her little finger doesn’t she?” The uppity Slytherin boy sneered. No one really knew what his problem was, but he seemed to pick fights with everyone who fell into his line of sight. Ominis sighed.

Wonderful

They ignored his taunts, well aware that if they bite, he’s won.

“Or is it the other way around? Is she wrapped around yours? Do you share her or-“

“Watch it, Daniel” Sebastian spat

“Don’t…he’s not worth it. Not worth anything from what I’ve heard. How’s your fathers business again?” Ominis said casually, leaning on his palm. The boy gulped. How does he know about that?

“She’s wasted on you, you know?” Daniel turned his nose up, firing towards the Blind Slytherin. “Someone so pretty shouldn’t be pining over someone who can’t even appreciate her beauty” Ominis’ jaw visibly tensed. He couldn’t hide that not being able to ever see her pained him.

“You know…” Daniel shuffled his chair along the floor sending ear piercing screeches as the legs scraped against stone “…she has this wonderful little trick she does with her mouth. Whenever she’s concentrating really hard…she’ll nibble along the end of her pencil…”

Ominis took in a deep calming breath…not that it did anything…

“…I bet you can hear it…” He whispered directly into Ominis’ ear. His fingers tightened around his wand under the table. Sebastian’s eyes flickered over the visage of his best friend. His usual calm and collected appearance cracked slightly, the narrowing of Ominis’ one eye the only indication he was about to snap.

“And I bet you’ve seen it, Sallow” Daniel continued on chipper as anything, as though he were discussing the latest quidditch happenings.

“Ignore him” Sebastian said, though was content to ignore his own advice. “He’s just bitter the only company he can seem to keep is Astoria…how is that Rancid Ravenclaw anyway?”

“Shut it, Sallow. If we’re talking bitter, then you’re it’s poster child. Don’t think I didn’t notice her sudden shift from you to Ominis” he leaned back in his chair folding his arms across his chest “What’s it like playing second fiddle to your blind best friend?”

“And I suppose you think you stand a chance with her?” Sebastian snorted “Please…that gippy Mooncalf Howin keeps has better odds”

“Well she does seem to be a bit of a slut for Slytherins…”

“What did you just say?” Sebastian rose from his chair looming over the now smug Slytherin.

“First you, then Ominis, now she’s off dallying with Reyes. Maybe I just remind her what house I’m in and she won’t be able to keep her hands off me.” Daniel also rose from his chair and before Sebastian took another step toward him, Ominis gripped his wrist yanking him back down.

Sebastian looked over at Ominis. He could tell for the twisted smile on his face that Ominis was gone…

“Ocliato”

Daniels smug features fell away as his eyes darted around desperately. He stumbled backwards and tripped over his chair landing in it with a started yelp.

“W-What did you do?”

“Oh me? I just thought I’d even the playing field” Ominis murmured, twisting the tip of his wand into his hand playfully “Why don’t you show me how it’s done then Daniel? Just try and talk to her and see what happens…Maybe I won’t stop with just taking your sight…”

~

“You should’ve let me hit him?” Sebastian sulked pacing in front of one of the large fireplaces in the Slytherin Common Room.

“What would’ve been the point?” Ominis retorted sitting back lazily against the large comfortable chairs. The incident with Daniel only happened that morning and yet Sebastian still harped on about what they could’ve done differently. “Pretty certain he gets off on it, the amount of beatings he’s taken”

“I can guarantee he wouldn’t have enjoyed it” Sebastian muttered darkly

“And I can guarantee he won’t enjoy being blind for a few days”

“Days?!” Sebastian halted his pacing to stare over at Ominis “Remember how you droned on at me about Dark Magic? That may not be considered ‘Dark Magic’ but that’s pretty cruel…”

“Oh how terrible for him to not be blessed with sight for a while” It was his turn to sulk now, folding his arms across his chest and moping against the backrest.

“I’m not saying I don’t approve” Sebastian smirked.

They’re ‘Daniel Debate’ was cut short by Evelyn hurriedly stomping down the spiral staircase and making a b-line for the girls dorms.

“Evelyn? Are you okay?” Ominis called, immediately recognising her footing and her familiar scent the moment she entered the room.

Her head snapped over to the pair and she sighed, veering off course towards Sebastian.

Oh…she’d heard about Daniel

Before Sebastian could get a proper reading on her expression she came crashing into his chest. What little he did see did not bode well.

Red eyes.

Blotchy skin.

And now she was against him he could feel her tiny sobs throughout her whole body. Her arms clung round his waist, fingers digging desperately into his back.

“What’s going on?” Ominis said flatly, suddenly appearing next her. His hand hovered protectively at her waist and Sebastian watched as she flinched away from it.

——————————————————————————

“What happened?” Sebastian pulled her from him, taking her ruddied face in his hands. She could see his eyes darting all over her, settling between her eyes. The movement made her feel dizzy, trying to keep up and make eye contact.

“I…” Evelyn started weakly.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard her cry…” Ominis said softly, almost to himself.

“…since Ranrok…everyone has been trying to thank me. People have bought me gifts and all sorts. Little tokens of appreciation.

“And he’d been so nice to me in the past. He’d bought me some flowers said they were from his parents for saving their son. And he offered to help me put my books back…

“Then he held my waist whilst I leant up to put a book away…and…he…touched…”

Her voice cracked as she stopped speaking, covering her face in what looked like…embarrassment?

No. That wouldn’t do.

The red bloom of her skin angered Sebastian more than he thought it would. He’d only ever known Evelyn as this strong, independent witch who’d surpassed him in every way in less than a year.

Now she was a shell. It almost felt…wrong.

——————————————————————————

“What happened?” Sebastian repeated with urgency.

“Forget that…Who was it?” Ominis growled

“Ravenclaw in our Herbology class…’S’ something…” she mumbled

“Samuel Graves…” Ominis said flatly

“On it…” Sebastian grunted and released Evelyn before making for the staircase.

“Where are you going? What are you doing?” Evelyn panted desperately her eyes wide with fear. She was perfectly aware of what Sebastian was capable of.

“I’m making a trip to Ravenclaw Tower. Amit owes me a favour”

“Ominis, stop him!” She turned to the blind Slytherin pleadingly. She was met with a simple shrug “Sebastian, don’t. I…I was being friendly he probably didn’t mean anything by it or-“

“No!” Sebastian snarled “Did he make you uncomfortable?”

Evelyn opened her mouth to protest but she choked on the ghost of a sob…and reluctantly nodded.

“That’s all I need to know”

~

When Sebastian returned to the Dungeons, it was well past curfew. Ominis and Evelyn sat in the stained glass alcoves waiting for him, Ominis calmly drinking tea whilst Evelyns own cup had gone cold on the floor by her feet.

“I may or may not need you to talk to Black” Sebastian said upon seeing the Blonde Slytherin nod in his direction

“What did you d-“ Evelyn scrambled to her feet before halting her approach.

Wand drawn and covered head to toe in blood. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen him like it…but it was the first time she knew it was a students blood on his robes.

“I’ll need to talk to Black anyway…he will not be staying in this school. I can assure you of that” Ominis said casually, his power and influence still coming as a shock to Evelyn.

“Sebastian…” she breathed “…what…did you do?”

He shrugged

“What I had to”

~

Roughly a week later, Daniel got his eye-sight back. He meekly made his way through the halls, trying to ignore the smirks and comments as he went.

“Oh Daniel there you are” Sebastian’s fingers wrapped around the nape of his neck. From the outside, the tone of his voice and his hand to his neck seemed…rather friendly. But the subtle way Sebastian dragged him backwards and flexed his fingers into his skin informed Daniel…this was anything but...

“Nice to see you again” Ominis’ haughty tone only adding to impending sense of danger.

“What do you two want? I haven’t gone anywhere near her” Daniel spat weakly

“Oh, we know” Sebastian grinned “Won’t you join us for a walk around the courtyard”

“I have Charms I need to-“

“It wasn’t a request I’m afraid” Ominis chirped smugly and Sebastian dragged him by the neck along with them, a wicked smile pulling at his lips.

Upon entering the courtyard, all three were greeted with the high pitched and desperate screams of the Ravenclaw, Samuel Graves. He kicked and screamed as several ministry officials physically dragged him away. He was putting up quite a fight, considering his face, arm and opposite hand were all bandaged up still.

“Such a shame…” Ominis spoke almost disinterestedly, as Sebastian pushed Daniel forward. “Turns out our good friend Samuel has been dabbling in the Dark Arts”

Sebastian chuckled darkly, arms folded and watching with glee as the Ravenclaw got bundled into the back of a carriage, heading straight for Azkaban.

“See Daniel…” Ominis leant down to whisper in his ear “…that could be you. Easily. So I suggest you continue to keep away from Eve”

Masterlist

[meloartist]

my sandman fic masterlist

hello yeah so basically everything i write and draw about sandman takes place in this AU that's been continually developed since, like, 2018. only a small fraction of said AU is actually written down, but it's still a lot of fics, so i wanted to make one big navigational post

this post will be updated as i write more, so if you rb this for later, pls check back on this original post! i might totally reorganize this lol

the series mainly focuses on lucifer, dream, and mazikeen throughout sandman (1989), lucifer (2000), and lucifer (2016) comic series, occasionally snagging parts from hellblazer, sandman tv, and other stuff.

want just one link to the whole AU? please enjoy the full series on AO3!

for completeness, i've tagged fics until multiple headings if relevant to multiple relationships.

dream / lucifer

during/after season of mists (#23)

escape velocity (16k+) main storyline of my sandman AU, early-mid sandman. lucifer passes out in season of mists instead of walking away.

collision course (16,026+) [NSFW] main storyline of my sandman AU, early-mid sandman. lucifer and dream start to establish a relationship.

care (1605) takes place during escape velocity. lucifer has feelings about his life.

post-sandman (major spoilers)

not bad, just weird (4169) [most popular of all my fics!] the fic that originally kicked it all off! summarizes dream and lucifer's relationship. written much earlier than everything else, so there are some details that are a bit different in later pieces

post-sandman, lucifer (2000), and lucifer (2016) (major spoilers)

privilege of wings (4579) [NSFW] [personal fav] sort of a study on dream's interactions with lucifer's wings

arms unfolding (5507) [personal fav] montage of how dream sees the events of lucifer (2000), and them renegotiating their relationship after lucifer (2016)

promises (2236) how dream reacts to the end of lucifer (2000), more in-depth

nonlinear (521) recovery isn't linear, lucifer. but that's okay.

shared dreams (1394) exploring lucifer's dreams with other characters

rematch (551) lucifer and dream have a sweet moment replaying the oldest game

idiot jar (237) "i'm starting an idiot jar" prompt

wake-up call (502) lucifer wakes up and makes it everyone else's problem. dream/maze/lucifer

mazikeen / lucifer

during sandman

pavor nocturnus (3735) lucifer has nightmares while dream is imprisoned.

post-sandman, post-lucifer (2000), during/after lucifer (2016)

fragile feathers, bring me home (1689) [personal fav] lucifer's wings need grooming. relationship study that's also about mazikeen's anger at lucifer during the 2016 series.

what do you want? (1450) relationship study: mazikeen convinces lucifer she loves him

shared dreams (1394) exploring lucifer's dreams with other characters

never again (466) lucifer is traumatized about hell actually

edelweiss (384) mazikeen asks lucifer to call her something nice.

desecration (444) the lilim have interesting marriage rituals

in nox (487) mazikeen has a bar, after the end of lucifer (2016). this is hilarious actually

wake-up call (502) feat. dream lucifer wakes up and makes it everyone else's problem. dream/maze/lucifer

john constantine / lucifer

what hath night to do with sleep? (509) lucifer has nightmares. john understands.

the tender type (425) just a short fic about john and lucifer's relationship and how they treat each other

shared dreams (1394) exploring lucifer's dreams with other characters

michael & lucifer

awake, arise, or be for ever fall'n (1039) the first time michael sees lucifer in ten billion years, it is at the wake.

mutual annihilation (100) drabble about yggdrasil

shared dreams (1394) exploring lucifer's dreams with other characters