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Necessary Friction

Dream is concerned that his need to wear clothing during sex will inhibit the experience of their first time together.  

Hob Gadling is more than happy to prove him wrong.  More than once.  In multiple positions, depending on how long the night lasts.

Read it here by Aria_Lerendeair

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On Broken Wings

Hob Gadling has seen the same man sitting still like a statue every day for a week and looking terribly upset, all he really wants is a peaceful lunch break but he can't bring himself to ignore someone in need - especially a very gorgeous someone who looks like they're on the verge of a breakdown. A chance meeting becomes far more, and gives Morpheus a means to heal. 

Read it here by Konstadt

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high enough (you got me good)

Hob needs someone to sub in for an edged weapons demo very last minute. He probably should have been suspicious when Dream offered. 

Read it here by Delta_Pavonis

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in death's waiting room

In Death’s waiting room sat her brother.

or, after the Wake, Dream is stuck in purgatory. He had to confront his regrets before he could move on.

Read it here by darjeelinh

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Becoming Hope of the Endless

Hob is stuck in a time loop, over and over again.

He doesn't know why - he only knows that he is stuck.

As the loops go on, as time goes on, he begins to try taking different paths and goes on a journey that he never could have imagined.

His only hope is that he ends up in the only place he wishes to be - Dream of the Endless' arms.

Read it here by Aria_Lerendeair

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alone, together

“And if you created me? What am I?”

The Dream King stepped even closer, extending one long arm. His black cloak draped over the edge of the bed, streaming across Hob’s lap. The light from the hallway fell on his hand as it lifted higher, and higher. And Hob realized, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that this – whatever he was – cared for him.

Then those fingers touched Hob’s cheek.

“You? You are beautiful.”

Read it here by LLflorence dreamling (LLflorence)

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across the infinite march of time

There has been. A complication.” “What sort of complication?” A pause. “My siblings have realised you are my consort.” “Ah,” Hob says, in the moment it takes him to fully process the words. Then, “What do you mean, realised?!”

In which Dream must share Hob with his family for an evening, and does not understand all the feelings this inspires

Read it here by acrisisofbeholding

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London, 1777: Chance Encounter

Following a lead from an employee, Hob Gadling tracks down a man he's been told to hire for the ship's crew if the... other proposal doesn't work out. As in, yes please, Gadling and Company could do with a big strong ginger like that.

Suffice to say our man Hob gets a little more than he bargained for, and handles it with the legendary Gadling grace.

In other words, he ends up on the floor.

Read it here by Temve

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Invoke Me Under My Stars

Hob gulps. “It was this…whole thing, where I was yours, and I served you. Like this. With my mouth.”

His legs spread in welcome, and Dream steps between them. As fascinating as this concept is, he would rather do other things than talk right now.

Dream grips a handful of Hob’s hair, tilting his head back to meet a bruising kiss. Hob twists and sighs, chasing him, so clearly wanting him.

“You are mine, Hob Gadling,” Dream speaks into his mouth, and Hob shivers, accepting it, claiming Dream in turn with his quiet supplication. “Go on, then. Serve me.”

Read it here by acrisisofbeholding, The_KickIt_Domain

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The Logistics of Organising a Threesome: starring a box of Cheez-its

Breaking news: relationship definitely hurtling towards something.

OR: three people happen to be in a club at the same time and find themselves falling into bed together. Not before trading jackets, raiding a kitchen, and snacking in the bathroom. Come for the smut but stay for the stupidity.

Read it here by Thesuspiciousflyingjellyfish

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What Dreams May Come

The shop next door to The New Inn finally has a new owner, and a brand new business. The Raven’s Nest is a tattoo shop with a little something extra mixed into the ink, and the owner is like a dream made flesh. He’s mysterious, brooding and one of the best in his specialized profession, and Hob has got it bad. 

Read it here by TheAdorableTia

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The Virtue of Compassion

Randall Burgess survived the Gallipoli campaign, albeit only just. Roderick Burgess is horrified at the indignity and pain his son has suffered and is willing to do anything to bring him peace, including meddling in powers beyond his understanding. Power corrupts, and when the Magus misses his target, his original aim is twisted and lost as he settles into the self-aggrandising effect of Dream's tools.

Randall is forgotten by the wayside and finds a strange comaraderie with the being locked up beyond his reach. He couldn't imagine they had more in common than simply being trapped, much less anything that could be the key to both of them escaping their respective cages.

Read it here by Konstadt

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Fuckboi Hob vs The Endless Family Dinner

It was supposed to be a joke listing. Bring a line cook parolee covered in body art in active recovery as your plus one to a family dys-function as revenge, haha, very funny. Only the posh stranger who reaches out to take Hob up on the ludicrous offer turns out to be wound so tight over his upcoming New Year's Eve dinner that Hob decides to make himself everyone's fucking problem. Dream's family won't know what hit them. 

Read it here by dancinbutterfly

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Stay the Knight

“Would you let me?” King Morpheus’ voice is a heated caress. Hob whimpers. “May I command you, Hob? Not because of our titles or our oaths, but for the pleasure of it?”

Hob is swayed by the motion of the sea in his King’s eyes. He wants to drown himself there, fling himself bodily onto those rocky shores and get broken into pieces by the ocean's ancient fists. “Yes. Sweet summer gods yes.”

Read it here by Delta_Pavonis

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Hallmark-Adjacent

"So, what's the thing that makes you poor company, stranger?" Morpheus opens his mouth -- it is none of your business, my heart is broken, I am contemplating going home and committing suicide because I am clearly and patently not designed to be loved in any meaningful way -- but is interrupted by Hob's cheerful continuation, "Because I've just been dumped by my girlfriend of two years." 

Read it here by Moorishflower

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Fuckboi Dream Was Forced To Experience The Mortifying Ordeal Of Being Alive And All He Got Was This Stupid Husband (by Fall Out Boy)

It starts when Desire drags his ass out to a fetish party in Brixton when he would rather have been tucked safely away in his studio. It starts with a few hits of MDMA, an unwise promise, and a conversation over heard in the smoking section. It starts with a man named Robert who smiles like the sun, takes takes him in hand and takes him a part, one piece at a time.

Look, Dream knows he's a mess, in almost every way, but he just came out to Torture Garden to ostensibly have a good time. He didn't intend to have every aspect of his existence turned upside down, inside out, and unraveled. Yet here he fucking is.

Read it here by dancinbutterfly

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Hopes & Dreams

The first sign is so small, it’s not surprising that he misses it, in hindsight.

After all, who considers it an ability to simply make other people smile by smiling at them?  

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Hob is the anthropomorphic personification of Hope.  It takes him an embarrassingly long time to figure it out.

Read it here by Aria_Lerendeair