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Hob asks Dream to fufill a kink and fantasy of his. It just happens to be related to religion but not in the way one would normally think.
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24 Jul 2026
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This is actually a sequel to my other fic, Black Sands.
This work can be read by itself, but I'd highly suggest reading Black Sands first to get some context for what's going on.
****Hob is rewarded for bringing Morpheus into the waking world. What other sweet reward can there be, than to be by Morpheus' side as his wedded wife and watch the destruction that Hob was wrought onto humanity?
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- Part 2 of Emerging From the Black Waters
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23 Jul 2026
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When Hob Gadling moves to the Italian countryside to study under a legendary painter, he never foresaw himself struggling to create art.
When one night, he gets a mysterious knock on his door, and a strange request to create a sculpture, Hob's life is forever changed as he struggles under the weight of madness and the monster that desperately wishes to be free of its prison...
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Now featuring a sequel! ConsecrationsSeries
- Part 1 of Emerging From the Black Waters
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23 Jul 2026
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A collection of moments across the century in which Hob Gadling finds himself distracted by Dream's skin.
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22 Jul 2026
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“You cheeky bastard!” Hob hisses so loudly that even with the few other patrons in the pub engrossed in their own things, they turn their eyes upon him. Hob’s cheeks flush a bright shade of red as he ducks his head, leans in close to the table and points an accusatory finger at Dream. “You cheeky bastard,” he repeats again. “You’ve been doing this on purpose for ages!”
Brows lifting just a fraction of an inch upon his face, Dream’s lips curl in that way of his that reminds Hob of his feline-like nature. “What ever could you be implying, Hob?”
“You know what I’m implying, Dream. That you’ve been doing this for centuries, this—this—” Hob waves a frustrated hand in Dream’s direction, more specifically at his bare ankle propped up on his knee. “—the bare skin. All of it, the exposing your ankles and wrists at me over the centuries just to get me hot beneath the collar.”
Hob clamps his lips shut, the moment Dream’s brows rise further up his forehead, just a fraction of an inch more than where they’d been before. His face smoothens out, the light that filters into the pub catch on his eyes and make them twinkle brightly for a moment; too bright, Hob thinks, in a way that reminds him of a star burning brightly before its death.
And then there’s the smile, the slow pull of lips on Dream’s face that makes him look a bit human-like compared to the usual expressions that he gives.
“And…did I succeed in my endeavors?” Dream asks and Hob refuses to dignify that question with an answer.
They both know it has…
…it always has and it always will.
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Eight dreams and one awakeness of Hob Gadling.
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27 Jun 2026
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Same as Не более, чем ноль, but longer and better developed?
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You esoteric twat, Hob thinks with aching tenderness, allowing himself to be drawn closer.