Hallmark Exes FAQ!
in light of part 2 being out soon, I’ll be making a little separate FAQ post about them for some backstory info and so i don’t have to keep answering the same questions lol—so send in any questions you have and I’ll answer them in the FAQ!
before getting into the questions, however, I want to clarify something.
Levi and Xavier are my characters. this is my story. while it was prompted by another post—and I encourage everyone who wants to to write their own versions of the prompt!!—it is not a collaborative project. I’ve had multiple separate issues with people wanting to write their own part 2s, and while I really do appreciate that the story resonated so much and inspired people enough to want to add to it, actually doing so and posting it is rude, disrespectful, and a shitty thing to do.
to be clear, I’m not mad at or trying to target any of these people. I know there were no malicious intentions behind it, but my feelings about it remain the same.
I’m not a published author. nobody knows Levi and Xavier are my characters. if someone were to stumble across the original piece and a part 2 someone added without my consent, they’d have no way to know that that’s not canon. any additional info that person decides to include in their writing muddies the waters when I inevitably contradict it, because Levi and Xavier’s story is so much more fleshed out in my head than what I’ve shared on tumblr.
so I guess please just keep that in mind. please don’t hijack my story. it feels weird that I have to say this in the first place, but here we are.
and if you’re about to say something like “but jester, it’s a compliment, it's not that big of a deal! besides, it’s just a tumblr story, it’s not that serious!” I just want to say this: when a writer posts the first chapter of their book or fic on tumblr or ao3 or wattpad or wherever else, do you decide to take it upon yourself to write chapter 2 and post it as if that’s the continuation of the story? no, you wouldn’t, because that’s rude as fuck. this isn’t any different.
ANYWAY. thanks for reading, sorry for the serious post about my silly goofy gay story, don’t forget about any questions you may have :)
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Hallmark-Adjacent (Dream/Hob)
Hallmark-Adjacent || Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling || Explicit || No Warnings Apply || 25k
Inspired by Hallmark Christmas Movies, Strangers to Lovers, Idiots in Love, Requited Unrequited Love, Train Sex, Post-Break Up, Drunkenness, Drunk Sex, Drunken Kissing, Drunk Blow Jobs, Light Angst, Fluff and Smut, Wedding Rings, Christmas, Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Holidays, Hand Jobs, Clothed Sex, Exes, Post-Break Up Sex, Professor Hob Gadling, Traumatized Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus is Bad at Feelings, Architect Dream of the Endless, Pining, Love at First Sight, Suicidal Thoughts
"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."
[Fic on AO3]
For the 2023 Dreamling Bingo run by @dreamlingbingo! This is for the square E1, "Requited Unrequited Love"
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the DaisRon Hallmark AU Drabble no one asked for because I went “i think i wanna write one” and @shoshiwrites went “do it.” unproofread because im impulsive and writing mainverse makes me weep at times so here's some serotonin.
yadda yadda modern au with slight ‘Last Christmas’ by Wham! influences. Alternatively : two years ago we kissed on Christmas and then you went back to New York got a boyfriend and wow it’s been two years since we last spent a holiday together isn’t that crazy?? Oh you broke up with him? Yeowch. Anyways we really ought to talk about that kiss. Eventually. Lets put a pin in that. Also Daisy’s a full-fledged Doctor in this. Ron’s still Army though. Good on him for being able to make it home for the holiday season!
She’s in some sort of happy middle-ground between the sharp pantsuit he’d seen her in on day one, and the brightly festive pajamas of day two. Blue jeans instead of black slacks, pointy-toed heels traded for a pair of flats. Hair neatly curled in ringlets and tied away from her face in a white bow, dark red sweater sleeves rolled up to the elbow as she washes dishes, setting them aside on a towel. Her lips are cherry-red. She looks comfortable. It suits her.
Ron grabs a dish towel, and starts to dry them.
She looks to her left, he watches the thin line of white as she flashes him what he knows to be a playful smile.
“You trying to get me in trouble on my third day back?” To that, as he puts away a plate, he rolls his eyes.
“Obviously, how’d you know?”
“You’ve met my mother. She’ll skin me alive if she catches me putting a house guest to work.”
Ron chuckles quietly under his breath, shaking his head. It was a true enough statement. There’s an upheaval of laughter coming from the living room, and Mrs. Clarke’s can be heard clear as day.
“Think you’ll get a pass for tonight,” he shrugs, drying cups and plates quickly and then putting them in their proper places. Daisy turns off the sink and shakes her hands and a couple of droplets splatter on his arm. He doesn’t mind.
“I want you to remember this when I get the paddle as a Christmas present,” Ron makes a noise that’s something between a laugh and a scoff. Daisy smiles a little wider, leaning against the countertop. “You’re laughing now, but seriously! Remember it. And I want an apology present too.” Ron nods, rolling his eyes at her request as he moves to lean against the opposing counter.
“Would the gift I already got you count as the apology gift?” He watches as the smile cracks for a moment, her brow raising at his response. For a moment, they stand in a silence only interrupted by the conversations happening just a room away. Her arms unfold from across her chest, resting atop the counter.
“You got me a gift?” He nods simply, taking his lower lip between his teeth for a moment. “How did you…”
“James let it slip when you told him you’d be coming home this year,” He watches as Daisy scoffs, rolling her eyes — likely slightly annoyed at her brother for spoiling the surprise. “He didn’t tell your mom though so… surprise not completely ruined.” She looks him over for a moment, cherry-red lips pressing into a line for a moment before nodding with a brief click of her tongue.
“You make a good point,” she lets out a breathy sort of laugh, looking down at her shoes for a moment. Her shoulders rise and fall as she takes a deep breath, then looks up at him again. “Yeah, it can count for both. I feel a little bad though, I didn’t…” Ron waves a hand dismissively.
“You didn’t know I’d be here.” He can tell by the way her brows furrow, that she isn’t satisfied with that answer. Her gaze flits back to his shoes. Ron can see the gears turning in her head. “Daisy, really, it’s fine—”
“Just let me make it up to you.”
“There’s nothing to make up for.”
“Isn’t there?” She looks up at him now, moving herself from the spot on the opposite side of the kitchen, taking a few steps towards him. Ron doesn’t say anything. If he does, she’ll probably just fight him on it anyway. He might not be the most festive person, but arguing with her in the kitchen during her mother’s holiday party isn’t really how he wants to spend his Saturday evening. He watches as her eyes soften for a moment, when he doesn’t reply. “We’ll have lunch tomorrow, okay? My treat.” Ron sighs, looking her up and down.
“You’re really not gonna let this go, are you?” He isn’t even sure if they’re still talking about the gift.
“If you let me do this, I might.” He’s not mad about the idea — because he missed her, and they haven’t been able to actually talk in three days (and two years, but who’s counting?). And maybe it’s needed, but the prideful, more vindictive part of him would rather not. He elects to ignore it. Whether it's for the sake of the holiday season or an indication of some kind of growth during their separation he isn’t exactly sure of.
“Alright,” he settles on, heart doing a minor flip when she smiles in some sort of contentment. “But I pick the place.”
“Figured that was a given,” Daisy hums out, stepping away from him. She looks to the doorway, then back to him. “I should… we should…”
“And what if I was content to hide out in here for the rest of the night?” Ron poses. She rolls her eyes at that, laughing quietly as they lapse back into some type of back-and-forth.
“Then I’d chase you out with a broom in the morning, like a rat.” He raises a brow at that, another question on the tip of his tongue that’s certain to garner another eye roll.
“Would it at least be the good broom?”
“Ron.” She places her hands on her hips, and Ron shoots her something of a teasing smirk that dissipates as quickly as it arrives. Content with that reply, he pushes himself off the opposing counter, following her out into the living room to join their respective families.
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