#sandman hc

[lotusxpop]

New sandman hc:

Hob plays DnD because it reminds him of the medieval times so he has a campaign with some of his students and they play every thursday.

One day Morpheus comes to visit Hob when he is on his way to their DnD session for the evening. He decides to sit in on the session and he loves how they create these stories out of a game.

Somehow next campaign Morpheus is the dungeon master and the group of students can't be more enthuastic about it while Hob looks at Dream chuckling and fond because the Prince of stories is their DM.

#dream has lucienne put the dnd sessions in his calendar #he always ask Hob afterwards if he liked the storyline he came up with #hob always tells him he loves it #the students totally thinks dream is hob's bf who joined them to see hob more #it's cute af #and maybe there is a rumor at the uni about their mysterious dm #the sandman #morpheus #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dreamling #sandman headcanons #sandman hc

[hexgirlnatural]

dream sulking around leaving trails of sand behind him and hob sighing and getting the vacuum cleaner

#dreamling #sandman hc #dream of the endless #morpheus #the sandman #hob x dream #dream x hob #hob x morpheus #morpheus x hob #how tf do i tag them

[kaplisbelial]

morpheous use he/him out of convenience and solely keeps his looks like that because he went "yea this would be neat"

#gender? #whats that #morpheous #dream the sandman #dream the endless #sandman #the sandman #morph uses he/it/dream/end/they #headcanon #sandman hc #neo #neopronouns #lgbtq+ #lgbt+ #lgbt #queer #aro

[movedtodykedvonte]

*Spidey and the Sinister Six having their usual fight*

Doc Ock, landing a hit: You’re getting slow Spider-Man! Age finally catching up to you?

Spider-Man: You wish! I haven’t even hit my 30s! From those costumes I can already tell I failed to save you guys from those midlife crises! Sorry by the way.

Vulture: Watch it wallcr- wait… Did you just say your not in your thirties yet?

Spider-Man: Surprised that this spiders so young and spry? Well-

Electro: Dude I’ve been fighting you for at least 5 fucking years! How old even are you?

Shocker, joking cause he’s the only one who picked up no grown adult acts likes Spidey: Don’t swear in-front of the boy you don’t want him to pick it up.

Rhino: Christ! You’re tellin me I almost crushed some 12-year-olds skull all those years ago?

Spider-Man, regretting his quipping: I was not that young! Like just starting freshman year but-

Sandman, horrified as he’s the only one with a kid and dad instincts(as of my iteration): I could’ve killed a kid…

Shocker, genuinely curious: Are you even old enough to drink? Cruel to kill a man who ain’t had his first drink yet.

Electro: Please tell us you’re at least over 25 as of this fight. Hell, I’ll take over 21!

Spider-Man:….

Sandman, realizing just how young he really is: Oh my god.

Spider-Man: My birthday’s coming up soon so I guess it counts?

Doc Ock, exacerbated: It. Does. Not!

Vulture: What would your mother think if she knew her son was out here risking his life telling poorly constructed jokes?

Spider-Man, offended cause it quips slap: 1. My jokes are great 2. She and my dad are dead so-

Sandman, hysterical cause holy shit he almost killed a kid orphan: OH MY GOD!

#they now think he’s some homeless orphan fighting crime cause it’s the only thing he has #my fav hc are the villains earlier in spideys career are completely against harming kids #so to figure out the hero of New York was like a child they plan to torture before unmasking and killing is well #not great on their minds and little sense of morality #I wanted to write a fic about this but ao3 is dead so take this flash dialogue fic instead #I need to sleep for work #doc ock #sinister six #doctor octopus #otto octavius #the ​sandman #flint marko #the rhino #Alexei Sytsevich #the shocker #herman schultz #electro #maxwell dillon #the vulture #adrian toomes #peter parker #spider-man #spiderman

[sailorsally]

The famous song 'Mr Sandman' was actually written by Hob Gadling under the pseudonym of Pat Ballard and it's about Morpheus

#dreamling #the sandman #dream x hob #hob gadling #dream of the endless #sandman #hob x morpheus #i have so many hcs about those two #neil gaiman #the sandman netflix #morpheus #dreamgadling #1k #2k #3k #4k #5k

[cherrycro]

I got too silly with the stickers, anyway vulture took up scrapbooking and they go on outings goodbye

(More under the cut)

#inspired by you people’s awesome hcs #this was supposed to just be a doodle #no because why did this take 8 hours to draw #my art #my art 2023 #tssm doc ock #tssm #the spectacular spider man #sinister six #tssm electro #tssm sandman #tssm rhino #tssm shocker

[magnusbae]

I am a little obsessed with Dream being an "unwilling" but "helpless" "victim" of Hob's affections and love.

He's so guardless to it.

He always was to love.

That's why he keeps getting hurt.

It's a helpless sort of "Please don't hurt me" because he will give his heart away, again and again. And it'll be hurt, over and over.

And when Hob doesn't hurt him it's such an...overwhelming feeling of devotion. I'll end the world for you. I'll create a world for you. I'll— Hob stops him then, with a fond kiss and fonder warmth in his eye.

"Anyone ever told you," Hob starts, pulling Dream over "that you've got the flair for the theatrics?" there's laughing lines around his eyes but he doesn't laugh out loud.

Instead he leans and kisses Dream's cheek, then nuzzles just beneath his ear.

"I don't want you to pay for me loving you," there's a pause "You big, darling idiot" his hand sneaks around Dream's middle and pulls him into a hug, tight and firm. "I just love you, you'll have to accept that".

And Dream, Dream doesn't know what to do with that. He doesn't know what to do when nothing is needed, asked of him, demanded.

When someone actually returns his feelings tenderly and doesn't (yet) (there's always the fear of yet) rejects him and his affections.

"I." he begins, and stops. He doesn't have anything to say.

And for now, perhaps, it's okay.

Hob's hold is firm and sure, it's warm and good.

He relaxes him, muttering softly.

"You dare call me an idiot?"

"A darling idiot." Hob murmurs back.

#is it a rant? is it a hc post? is it writing? #is it all smashed together without regard to being proper #who knows #i just needed to pass a VIBE #dreamling #hob gadling #dream of the endless #the sandman #dream #hob #buns.w #buns.hc #buns.all

[lukasadss]

I have a soft spot for Dream and Desire getting along idk

#the sandman #theres something sweet about being the lord of sleep and letting the sibling you struggle to get along with nap on you #desire of the endless #dream of the endless #morpheus #can i hc that it is incredibly easy to feel sleepy around Dream or is that considered canon? hdjs #this is so self indulgent sorry dhjs #lukas has sibling issues ngl #netflix #lukasdoesart #sketch #fanart #illustration #artists on tumblr #traditional art #mason alexander park #tom sturridge

[buckyeagan]

Happy asexual awareness week to my fellow Sandman fans that also headcanon Dream (or any other character in the series for that matter) as asexual. I see you and I love you. 

#the sandman #Dream #dream of the endless #morpheus #lord morpheus #the sandman netflix #tom sturridge #yes I still ship dreamling and corintheus i just hc him as ace #probably demi or graysexual honestly #just like me what a coincedence #asexual #asexuality #ace #asexual awareness week

[ohshy]

random punch out headcanons (theyre a little king hippo skewed)

- aran ryan is really good at rhyming. he uses this to annoy people. One time, he wrote a purple prose joke letter to don flamenco which he thought was a genuine exclamation from his lover Carmen, only to find it signed ''(...) my stalwart bullfighting lion, you shine brightly like the mighty orion -> love, aran ryan ♥''. Needless to say, hell broke loose. Aran thought it was worth it though.

- because of aran's rhyming abilities, disco kid has asked him to do a music collab. big mistake, aran only wanted to create sea shanty inspired diss tracks.

- von kaiser is a polyglot !!! he knows almost every language every person speaks in the WVBA. He's not fluent in all of them, but he'll still happily translate for them, if their english is not the best, or if they simply feel more comfortable communicating in their native tongue.

- all the boxers have fanart walls. bear huggers fanart is either wholesome art of him holding or taking care of animals or scribbles of him eating a big raw fish. he thinks the latter r very funny.

- king hippo loves collecting little sea critter trinkets !!! he WILL infodump to you ab them. his favorite fish is the gulper eel, he looked at that fish and thought Hes just like me fr.

- glass joe is a disgruntled fashion snob. he WILL insult his fellow competitors' fashion tastes under his breath. army clothes? in a boxing ring? unfitting! leotards?! out of fashion! Even if other's overhear it, they just leave him be. He's the lowest ranking boxer of the WVBA, hes gotta release his frustration somehow, right?

- great tiger sometimes talks to his own clones if he needs advice or otherwise just wants someone to talk to. It helps him regulate his thoughts and emotions when hes overwhelmed.

- king hippo is the type to unintentionally spit some real wisdom. He even once (unintentionally) gave the materialistic super macho man an existential crisis w/ a pineapple metaphor. Don’t ask macho how, he’ll just spiral again.

- aran ryan, great tiger and piston hondo are in a constant prank war w/ eachother. if things go really awry, either bear hugger or mr sandman step in.

- king hippo's original ring name was ''the human hippo''. he changed it to ''king hippo'' after he became the minor circuit champion though. he, in a way, became king of the ring :)

- bald bull is quite the introverted guy, the press notwithstanding. he has a lot of energy that he can't always release onto a sparring partner. because of this, he's often an emotional mess that outs itself in pent-up aggression. additionally, most social situations are too overwhelming to him, even without the press, and the only opponent he can really equally spar with are his world circuit opponents and his punching bag.

- king hippo, bear hugger, great tiger and bald bull share a companionship for naming themselves after animals. They once tried to get super macho man to change his name to ''super macho shark'' and have mr sandman adopt a sheep gimmick.

- super macho man has ambitions to become the next us president. After he retires boxing, though.

#punch out #king hippo #aran ryan #great tiger #super macho man #bear hugger #disco kid #don flamenco #von kaiser #glass joe #piston hondo #piston honda #mr sandman #monkey brain typing #i am Totally Not projecting w/ some of these hcs #which ones? ill let you figure that one out :)

[babybatsunite]

Silence - Morpheus x Reader HCS

Silence

Morpheus x dream!Reader headcanons

A/N: 'sup, fellas! If you read the comics you know that the Endless are not allowed to take mortals as lovers, and when Morpheus did that the sun destroyed her home and she killed herself (yeah)... so, to avoid unnecessary angst, I decided to make you, yeah, you! part of the dreaming, now how does that sound, huh?

p.s.: Btw, i'm not native in English so it might sound kinda weird lol

Warnings: Nothing, just a bunch of fluff and Morpheus self-sabotaging (as usual).

Initially, Morpheus created you as a dream. And in his opinion, you were his masterpiece.

He was so proud of you and your development. So proud of your kindness and beauty…

You were as much part of him as he was part of you. 

At first, he thought it was only the fact that you were a creation of his that made him absolutely infatuated with you. Oh boy, how wrong he was.

The idiot thought his feelings would simply fade away with time! And then weeks became months and months advanced to aeons. Nothing changed.

Every time he saw you walking in the gardens of the Dreaming, hair flowing in the wind, skin kissed by the moonlight and a sweet smile on your lips, all sorts of phenomena would blossom in his being.

He detested not having restraint of his sentiments. But how could he, when he had such a magnificent creature so close?

But he was afraid. Afraid that his stoic self would intimidate you away. Afraid he could not love you as you deserved. Afraid he would hurt you.

So he kept his distance, always keeping an eye on you from the shadows. Always contemplating your grace.

Little did he know that you were cultivating feelings for him since the day air filled your lungs for the first time.

Every time you both talked, it was like being born again, with so many new sensations to explore and understand. So many confessions were done when you looked deep into his eyes… But words never came. Only silence.

Birds and trees were the witnesses to your secret love. The grass would engulf your tears of love as you cried intimately.  

Certain day, when Morpheus was wandering calmly in the wilderness of the Dreaming, he heard a laughter that replenished his very soul with joy and serenity. It was your laughter. He always recognised your lovely sounds.

You had your feet in the river, appreciating the gentle waters and the jumps of the fishes.

Dream slowly approached, trying to not make too much commotion and destroy your moments of recreation, but it was futile, as you quickly noticed his presence, got up and bowed to him, with a soft "Your Majesty, what brings your lordship here? Can I help you?" leaving your lips.

Long minutes of utter silence came. Morpheus could only stare. Enthralled. All of his repressed feelings roared inside of him. He could not tolerate it anymore.

At that moment something snapped. He needed to do something… anything…

So, he came towards you, mysterious as always….cupped your cheeks and pressed his warm lips to yours.

You were shocked, absolutely speechless… it took you a moment to finally kiss back. And when you did kiss him back, oh, it was exactly how you visualized heaven to be like.

The kiss was intense, he felt like a thirsty man drinking the most flavorful juice any fruit could ever produce.

You tasted so sweet, like the most delightful honey possible. You smelled even sweeter, just how Morpheus expected.

"My lord, what… why?" Confusion took over your facial expressions.

"My dear one, I cannot hide my feelings for you anymore… Please, discount my aggressiveness… But it was the move of a lifetime." Inside of his eyes, you saw it… vulnerability, exposure, love… devotion.

"I desired this for so long, my love… You truly are the king of dreams… My greatest fantasy just turned into reality" You said exasperated, with tears of pure passion sliding down your cheeks.

With his thumb, Dream wiped away a lonely tear and smiled fondly.

"Beloved one, allow me to make all of your dreams come true, for all eternity…"

And with that, you sealed your lips together again. Making perpetual an unspoken promise between the two of you.

Wow, this one was wild! Hope you like this crappy thing! I hated it, but I gave my best and that's what came out of it, haha! Anyway, if it sounds weird, I'm not a native and blah, blah, blah! Comment if you desire! See you some other day! 

-Rei 

#morpheus x reader #sandman morpheus #morpheus #morpheus headcanons #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless #dream x reader #the sandman netflix #the sandman #dc headcanon #hcs #crappy #morpheus imagines #rei #dc imagine #dc x reader #dc

[2braincellslz]

My Prize

Ship: Corinthian x male!reader

Warnings: Corinthian shit, nothing really.

Desc: yn works at a Burlesque show as a bartender but he envies the girls on the stage. He really wants to be able to do what they do. While hes working, a mysterious blond man makes himself known and makes it clear that he isnt here for the girls.

Notes: I'm so deeply in love with the Corinthian. I'm begging yall, send in The Corinthian requests-

You were working your ass off, filling up order after order. Billy, your co-bartender, had left you for some girl. Probably one of the waiters that also wasnt doing her job. His ass was getting payed for flirting while you were going non-stop.

Any second you would get a brake, you would watched the dancers. Swinging their hips and jumping around like they owned the place. Technically, they did. Everyone came to see them.

You envied their style and glamour. You envied their flirtatious nature. You envied the eyes they got from all the attractive men, then men you could only glance at in passing.

On a lucky day. The owner, Chrissy, would ask you to play in the band if one of the guys was out sick, then you would get a lick of what the girls had.

It wasnt like the girls treated you bad. You were THE bartender they would go to if they had a problem and couldn't find Chrissy or Shawn. Whether it was a costume malfunction or a guy that was getting a little too close or a fight that broke out in the back. They invited you to activities too. Last week, they all took a poll dancing class and invited you. Whenever they would got out for pizza or sushi after work, they would invite you. Sometimes, they would try and hook you up with one of the big rollers that would come in. Saying "you deserve someone that will treat you like a prince." Never worked out but you appreciated their efforts.

"Excuse me." You herd a voice speak over the loud music and chatter of the people.

You turned around and there standing infront of you was another example of something you could look at but never thouch. Kinda ironic for the place you worked at.

The man was tall, blond hair, warm brown stylish clothes, a smile that could talk him in to everything, dark sunglasses. How could he see anything right now?

"What do you recommend?" The man leaned forward, forearms resting on the counter.

"Shots of patrons are always very popular. So are Martinis."

"I'll have a martini then."

You hummed in approve as you pulled out a martini glass and started making the mystery man a drink.

"So, what is a pretty boy like you doing working in the back and not up there?" He asked, pointing to the stage.

You had herd that one before.

"Listen, if you are trying to get cheap drinks, you cant talk your way in to it." You smiled, not even looking up from the drink. You couldn't say his comment didnt nothing for you though. A blush creeped up on your face along with a bit of hope that was quickly shoved down.

"Who said I was trying to get cheap drinks, darlin'"

You couldn't help but cough out a suprised laugh, chewing on your lip.

"Right, because any guy like you would be hitting on a guy that works behind a bar with more eyeliner on then most of the girls because you want something other then free drinks." You smiled to hopefully lessen the tension of your mini rant.

"I'm guessing you get a lot of guys flirting for free drinks?"

"More then you would expect." You slid him his drink.

"And how do you know they are only here for drinks and not to talk with a cute boy?" He hummed, sipping his drink.

"Because they leave after they get their drink."

You and the mystery man stared at eachother. You were waiting for his to prove you right. You were waiting for him to leave the stool chair and go back to whatever date he brought here. Yet, he didnt. Maybe he wanted to prove you wrong.

"I havent left yet."

"So you haven't. Would you like a reward?"

The man laughed and you cursed yourself for letting butterfly's fill your chest.

"Reward would be nice. What do you have to offer? A free drink?"

Now it was your turn to laugh. "Not a chance. But if you stick around long enough, I'll give you a prize. And no, it's not a free drink."

"Alright, that type of prize then?" He finished off the drink.

"Depends."

Then came the next wave of orders. As you worked, filling up the different trays, you half expected the handsome man to leave. It was boring here. More boring then watching the show. But to your suprise, when you were done, he was still there.

You shighed and went back to the man.

"You look great in that outfit. It complements your eyes."

"Oh, thank you." You chuckled, whipping down one of the glasses and placing it with the others. "Not as good as them."

The man swiveled in the chair, turning to look at the dancers. "Are you interested in one of them?"

"No, I dont exactly swing that way."

"You want to be up there, then."

You didnt say anything but you could tell he knew. It was obvious by the way you stared in awe at the girls. Someone who didnt know would probably think you wanted a piece of one of them.

"Have you ever thought of auditioning?"

"I wouldn't be able to do what they do. I would just be a backup dancer for the true stars."

He hummed, turning back to you. "Well, I think, the best view in the place is you."

You looked back at the guy, laughing off his comment. "We may not have any windows but we do have the best view in Hollywood."

"I never got your name, pretty boy."

"Y/n"

"Corinthian."

Corinthian. That sounded oddly familiar but you couldn't place your finger on it.

"Its nice to put a name to a pretty face." You smiled, leaning on the counter.

"Oh, I could say the same for you." His confidence never wavered. Its was very hot. It brought a stronger blush to your face.

----------------------------

The club was emptying out. The last patrons were emptying out. And the blond man was still keeping you company.

"I stayed the whole time." He said, getting up and grabbing his jacket that he shead some time during yalls conversation. "Wheres my prize?"

"I was just joking about that." You chuckled. "But what do you want."

"Leaning over the counter and close your eyes."

You did as he said. You knew what was coming. It was kinda obvious. And you were right.

A quick kiss was pressed to your lips. It was too short. After all this time you spent with the charmer one small kiss was not enough to feed your need for him.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He hummed and he left.

You shighed and glanced over, seeing all the dancers staring in awe.

"YN! " one of the girls practically screamed, running over and hugging you over the counter.

"And I thought you were a lost cause." Another girl smiled.

"I owe Chrissy 30 bucks."

"It was a quick kiss!" You defended yourself but god, did you hope the blond man had more in store for you.

#the corinthian x male reader #the corinthian x male yn #the corinthian x reader #gays on the fyp #the corinthian x you #the corinthian #the Corinthian x masc reader #the Corinthian x male!reader #the Corinthian x male!yn #the Corinthian x masc!reader #the Corinthian x bartender!reader #burlesque #Burlesque fic #the sandman hc #the sandman #the sandman fic #the Corinthian fic #fluffy #fluff

[movedtodykedvonte]

*somewhere in an underground bunker*

Doc Ock: Why are you holding an unconscious Spider-Man in our secret base?

Sandman: I found him asleep on a rooftop after a fight with Kraven. Spidey beat him but I think he hit the kid with a dart or something.

Doc Ock: That doesn’t explain why you brought him here, Sandman.

Sandman, distraught: Was I supposed to leave him there out in the cold?

Doc Ock: Yes? He’s our enemy!

Sandman: He’s a kid! What if he got sick?

Doc Ock: Good for us!

Sandman, pissed: Shame on you! I’m gonna go make sure the kid has doesn’t have hypothermia. He really should make a thicker costume.

Doc Ock, absolutely done with the situation: At least let’s find out his identity…

Sandman, slapping Docs hand away: Absolutely not! Teens his age need their privacy. *Spider-Man shifts in Sandy’s arms* Awww :).

Doc Ock, face palming: Why are you even on this team still.

#sandman is already barely a villain he’s just so dadcore #he has the meat beef with Spidey and honestly I like to hc that it’s like movie sandman where his kid was sick #but this time they didn’t make it and he is substituting them with Spidey #so it’s not healthy but he care and doesn’t want another kid to die and the rest of the six and like #bro please get therapy this is becom in g weird even if we don’t want to kill the kid anymore #doctor octopus #otto octavius #the sandman #flint marko #spider-man #spiderman #peter parker

[mieczyhale]

#re doing this poll bc i hadnt tagged everything the first time and that doesn't feel fair #not all the hc ones are mine. some are just popular #klaus hargreeves #camilo madrigal #lafontaine #dax #theo putnam #tony sawicki #desire #eddie munson #steve rogers #viktor hargreeves #the umbrella academy #encanto #carmilla #star trek ds9 #chilling adventures of sabrina #orphan black #sandman #stranger things #captain america #maison speaks

[fan-mans]

Dreamland rush moodboard for @wierdlesbian!!

Art by @wierdlesbian and @stevyguts

#piston hondo #mr sandman #dreamland rush #punch out #punch out wii #my edit #it was impossible to find pics of people of color in goth fashion omfg #the pens are from strawb's poetry hcs for them

[virgo-dream]

tonight's Hob headcanon: he has a truly atrocious singing voice. unfortunately for everyone around him, he also loves to sing. there's a biweekly karaoke night at the New Inn (the staff talked him down from a weekly event for the sake of their eardrums) and people in the know attend solely to listen to Hob sing Queen's "Don't Stop Me Now" SO badly that it should, frankly, be against the law.

the exception to this is in the Dreaming, where Hob's singing voice matches what he hears in his head, where the passion and the feeling that he puts into it are discernible by others and not just himself.

the result of this mismatch is that Dream has no idea what Hob's singing sounds like in the waking world until he happens to drop by the New Inn on karaoke night and he and Matthew both get their faces absolutely blown off by Hob's godawful take on "You've Got A Friend In Me."

xo @hardly-an-escape

@hardly-an-escape oooo thank you for this!!! as a singer myself, this is my biggest nightmare lol but knowing Hob, I think he probably doesn't care what others think! he'll sing his big heart out and whoever doesn't wanna listen can plug their sour ears lol but also....... you know how every thought can be made into a sad hurt/comfort fluff thought? well..........

Dream had avoided music for as long as he could remember. It is hard to escape something that is so present in the mind of dreamers, that plays in the imaginary background of every argument, every victory, every kiss and every loss. Still, he avoided music, because no voice could ever sound as sweet as the one he'd lost far too soon, the only one he wished he could hear sing again.

Still, it didn't mean he could ban people from dreaming of music, because it would be largely unethical of him, and if Dream took one thing seriously (not to say he didn't take all things seriously, but one clearly above all) it was his work. He would not keep dreamers from creating music in their slumber, but he would also not engage with those minds. They were loud enough on their own, and if he had to bring himself any closer to them than he was strictly required to... well, that would certainly overwhelm him to the point of making the entire Dreaming completely devoid of sound for a while.

There was one mind that he'd never refuse a visit to, and that was Hob Gadling's very loud, very musical sleeping brain.

The first time Dream heard Hob sing, it made him cry on the spot.

Tears just rolled down his pale cheeks, and he felt so vulnerable that when Hob noticed his presence, all Dream could do was say "this dream is over" and disappear from the Waking for a week. When they did meet again, Hob apologised profusely for upsetting him, even though he didn't know what had caused Dream so much distress, and only then did he notice that it wasn't Hob's fault, how could it be?

They sat together in silence in Hob's living room after Dream told him of Orpheus' divine talents, of his beauty and his music, of the tragedy of his death and the cowardice of his father, if Dream could even call himself Orpheus' father, and not his biggest detractor, a traitor in the face of love that now he knew he'd do the same to recover.

Hob kissed the tears away from Dream's cheeks, and promised to not sing again. Dream just shook his head, and said "Do not deny yourself the joy of music, for I once too knew it and reveled in it."

As their relationship progressed, Dream allowed Hob more agency in the Dreaming. They'd meet every night, sit together in the library, watch the magical sunsets of the Realm of Dreams and Nightmares, and Hob would sing him lullabies and love songs, kiss the tears away from Dream's cheeks much like he'd done that first time, and let the salty taste of them accompany his lips down to Dream's own.

Dream loved to hear Hob sing. He was talented beyond belief, and it felt like a curse lifted, a gift from the Creator themselves bestowed upon a very undeserving Dream of The Endless, to love one who sang as sweetly as a songbird. Dream began to enjoy music again, to actively seek it out. He'd buy Hob records in the Waking, or pluck brand new compositions from Hob's favourite (living) musicians to gift Hob in the Dreaming, only to hear Hob's rendition of his own favourite tunes. Anything could sound good in that voice. It was the voice that made the music bearable.

That was, until one Christmas party at the New Inn.

Hob (and everyone else, really) had already downed quite a few drinks. Dream was a little tipsy himself, which wasn't entirely uncommon, but was very confused by Hob's hesitance to join his friends, who were all belting out to, with questionable skill, even more questionable music. "I can sing to you later, duck." "I really shouldn't." "no one likes actual singers doing karaoke". Dream was not convinced. In fact, he had the feeling Hob was lying to him.

"do not deny yourself the joy of music, for I have now found it again through you, and do not wish to lose it again."

And so, Hob had no choice but to sing.

He walked up to the little makeshift stage they had crafted specially for the Chirstmas get together, grabbing the microphone like he was on his way to being hanged for shagging the prince of England. He found a song that he was sure he wouldn't completely butcher, and as all of his friends cheered him on, and Dream smiled one of his rare smiles saved only for Hob's eyes, he let out a sigh.

"...y..YooUuu'vE GooT A FrrieeenD IN Meee."

Dream.

"...yOU'Ve got a... f..frIEND In mEEeee..."

Dream wasn't sure what exactly he was feeling.

He only then understood Hob's hesitance, the way his face seemed to scrunch up in painful agony as he belted out the notes, afraid of disappointing Dream. Matthew was perched on his shoulder, trying his best not to let out a very human laugh out, hiding his beak against the lapel of Dream's trenchcoat. He almost wanted to laugh, but not at Hob, never at him. At the situation. At the voice Hob's brain had crafted only for Dream's ears. At how now, because of Dream, Hob felt uncomfortable with his own skills.

"t..thERE Isn'T A-AnytHINg I WOuldn't dOOoo f-fOR YooU.."

So Dream stood from his seat, to the surprise of Matthew and of all others in attendance, and joined Hob on stage. He grabbed the other microphone, showing Hob a gentle smile, before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. And so, his voice soared out of the speakers, a full, near baritone croon, but Hob knew it was meant only for him.

"Some other folks might be A little bit smarter than I am Bigger and stronger too Maybe But none of them will ever love you The way I do It's me and you, boy."

Dream kissed Hob again, to the sound of aaaws and cheering and clapping. "I'll love to hear you sing later when we're in bed." He whispered into Hob's ear, but perhaps a little too close to the microphone. Perhaps, he'd done it on purpose.

And that's the story of how Dream of The Endless got his singing voice back. A true Christmas Miracle, if you ask Hob.

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