Dreamling Stories

A collection of Sandman Fanfics.

The Lord of Dreams, stuck in captivity for more than a hundred years. One imagines what he would think about, with all that time. Would he finally come to rest? (Basically a very self-indulgent way to make a character study)

little oneshot. was gonna continue it, but decided not to :) it can be found on ao3 as well, @tozierist

It's what the title says

Hob has been waiting for his stranger to return after the other had walked out on him in the pub. Will Dream return? Will their friendship blossom into something more? !Also all rights go to DC and Neil Gaimen, I'm just writing for fun. They are not my characters!

Dream is walking towards "The New Inn". Would Hob have waited for him? Will Dream have a chance to repair the possibility of a friendship he rejected more than a hundred years ago?

Consider this a collection of stories, the ideas for which borrowed from the sandman himself! You know that part in the Cats/Calliope episode where Richard Madoc's flooded with ideas? Some of them were too good just to let him keep (aka all of them). He does not deserve those good ideas. They're mine now. Here's a lot of weird stories stolen from the sandman.

A dream x hob story. Dream has loved Hob for centuries and in 1889 when Hob called them friend's Dream felt hurt and confused about his feelings. now in present time Dream Mets Hob at the new inn with hope to get his "friend" to fancy him back. (There are song references in the chapters so you can try and find them if you'd like.) I HAVEN'T READ THE COMICS SO THIS IS STRICTLY BASED ON THE NETFLIX SHOW!!!

Check in the tags for what these guys are for!

Hob Gadling has lived through six centuries of history, and he's collected more jobs than most people can imagine-mercenary, printer, pirate, mob boss, even a rock musician for a spell. But the one role that feels like home is the one he holds now: Professor Robin Golding, Medieval History, London. Through lectures about chimneys and buttons, cups of tea at Nina's café, banter with colleagues, and evenings in his pub, Hob reflects on the small things that shape lives. The inventions that go unnoticed, the food that feels miraculous after centuries of hunger, the city of London itself. And underneath it all, the quiet, stubborn hope that maybe one day his Stranger will walk through the door again. A story about teaching, eating, laughing, waiting, and living-all the little things that keep Hob going.