Hobgadling Stories

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.

Two opposed men. A friendship broken by the ego of one. The search for a lost friend. And all of that for a love to be found. !This fic is also in French on my account!

Dream wants to learn more about the human kind. He might have been born a human, his humanity has been taken away way too soon. Even if a part of Daniel remains in him he is an endless and spending so much time in the Dreaming has distanced him from the waking world. Holding the green rock of his necklace, he knows he can't repeat past mistakes. He is here to serve humans, but that starts by knowing them. And who's better for studying humans than a 650 years old immortal ? ----------------------------- "Grief is a weird and complex feeling. But isn't it just love in the end ? If mortals cry the one they lost isn't it just because they care ?" OR A discussion between Hob Gadling and the new Dream of the endless (Daniel Hall).

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.

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)

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!

I tilted my head slightly, watching her. The shifting light of the library cast long shadows, stretching and curling along the floor like the tendrils of an unseen thing waiting just beyond sight. Change was a fragile thing, delicate in its forming, unpredictable in its results. That Gault-a nightmare, once a being of fear-had chosen to become something else entirely was a notion I was still getting used to. Never before had I reshaped a nightmare into a dream, nor a dream into a nightmare. The distinction had always been absolute, a line never crossed. But now, here she was. The first of her kind. A possibility I had not considered before. If one could change, could others? Would they want to? Would they dare? And what, I wondered, would that make me, the one who governs them? Change in the Dreaming. I almost could not believe it myself.

John didn't ask for this. He didn't sign up to be a hero, a savior, or whatever nonsense the universe seemed to have in mind. Time travel was complicated enough without stumbling across imprisoned magical deities. Yet, here he was-an unwilling do-gooder with a growing list of freed gods, spirits, and eldritch beings who now owed him favors. Not that John wanted their help. He just wanted a quiet life, free from divine drama and cosmic messes. But no, every time he turned around, there was another desperate deity locked up in some ancient relic or cursed dimension. He tried ignoring them. He really did. But then guilt-or perhaps sheer bad luck-always dragged him back. Now he's neck-deep in magical debts, interdimensional grudges, and a timeline so tangled it could strangle a lesser man. The gods might call him a savior, but John knows the truth: he's just tired. Tired of time travel. Tired of magic. And most of all, tired of being the universe's go-to handyman. Someone, please, save *him* this time. Before he snaps and uses all those favors to take a permanent vacation in a timeline where none of this exists. If such a place even exists anymore.

Each Endless has a companion. These companions were created by their mother and father as a way for them to truly find a being that they could share their eternity with. To allow for some form of love to blossom and grow such as the love between night and time. Each companion holds a mark of claim on their being to show which Endless holds their soul. Each mark is uniquely different. Hob Gadling was one of these companions. He isn't Dreams.

"𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐇𝐘𝐌𝐍..." -𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐟𝐞𝐲; 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝘈 𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘹 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘦!𝘌𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴!𝘖𝘊 【Ｄｅｃｅｐｔｉｏｎ】 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙞𝙢, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨. 𝙃𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙢, 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙟𝙪𝙢𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨' 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙗𝙨. 𝙎𝙠𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚. 𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙀𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨. 𝘿𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. ______

A collection of Sandman Fanfics.

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

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?

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!!!

Set against the glittering backdrop of the Regency era (Bridgerton Vibes) this story weaves the opulence of 1800s London society with the dark, fantastical threads of The Sandman. Princess Elorah Elizabeth Windsor of Valoria - a distant cousin to Queen Charlotte - arrives from her small island kingdom with a singular purpose: to secure a place among the ton and, at her parents' urging, wed a man of high rank to fortify political alliances. But the Season holds more than polite dances and whispered intrigues. Among the crowded ballrooms and manicured gardens, Elorah encounters the warm and charming Duke Hob Gadling... and his enigmatic companion clad in black, Lord Morpheus. As she navigates scandal, gossip, a love triangle, and the ruthless marriage market, Elorah is drawn into a world of immortal men and Endless beings - a realm she never imagined, and one that may change the course of her life forever.

"You'll learn soon enough, that in this world, little of things are metaphorical." ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* IN WHICH Atia and Morpheus try to overcome the obstacles standing in the way for their realm to be safe once again. [Dream of the Endless/Morpheus x OC] [The Sandman, Season 1] [Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or plotlines. I only own my original characters and any original scenes and dialogue I have written]

What if The Sandman dreams and what if it is her? - The series plus the original character 🌌 Katrien and Morpheus's story 🥀 - Credits to the artist of the artwork where the cover is traced from ✨