crusading_cryptid
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Hob lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship.
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11 Jun 2026
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Morpheus is dating a human. A mortal (as far as Matthew knows). Which means when he dies, the Dreaming will be kaput! Just utter annihilation!
But luckily Matthew has a plan.
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A Different Kind of Burn by Ruby_Casablanca
Fandoms: The Sandman (TV 2022), The Sandman (Comics)
04 Oct 2022
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While the guards took their stimulants and were careful not to dream, the rest of the household had to sleep. Servants and family, guests and partygoers all slept in the numerous suites, tucked under covers with heads cradled by goose-feather pillows. The deepest, calmest sleep only his ruby could provide collected into a thin trickle of dreaming - not strong enough to carry him home but strong enough to keep him hopeful. Strong enough for Morpheus to close his eyes and let his mind slip away in the current, if only for a little while…
There was only one mind he knew on this mortal plane, only one place he could end up, after all.
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Wherein Hob dreams of war, Morpheus dreams of an escape from his prison, and over the span of many years, they fall into dreams that blur the lines between friendship and something more.
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Hob gets invited to a super secret exclusive poker game. At the Burgess manor.
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“An Endless?” Hob asks, softly, because it feels like a question that needs to be soft.
“That’s what we are,” Death responds, trying again for a small smile. “Me and D—”
“Don’t,” Hob interrupts, far stronger than he meant to, and Death looks surprised for as long as it takes him to get out, “Don’t, please. I-I want to hear it from him.”
Sympathy colors Death’s gaze even as Hob feels his face burn. Six hundred years, Hob thinks—he’ll be damned if he finds out his Stranger’s name from anyone but the odd man himself.
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It's 1989 and Hob Gadling thinks he's been stood up. Death herself is kind enough to inform him otherwise—and, well, now Hob's got to bloody do something about it, doesn't he?