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Thanks for tagging me @unpredictable-probabilities! 💗 (I haven't been on tumblr much lately and I forgot about this, whoops. Also reminds me that I need to read your fic, I'm so behind on my read later list! 😅)

Rules: share something old - a snippet of a favorite fic you wrote, that you are proud of; OR share something new - give us a sneak peek of something new you are working on.

Feel free to do both, if you want to. Then tag (or not, your choice) other writers!

(I'm gonna put mine under a read-more because they're on the longer side)

Thank you for the ask! This will just be a fluffy, hurt-comforty (but surprisingly not smutty) one shot set several years before the beginning of Rain Is Coming Down.

Dream faces the Kindly Ones, dies, and Death resurrects him as an immortal human and brings him to Hob. Dream is pretty tired after all that, so he immediately crashes on the couch while Hob and Death talk. Death blows Hob's mind with some truly world-shattering revelations, and then she has to leave but promises she'll check in when Dream has recovered a bit.

I also wanted to subvert some of the usual retired Dream tropes with this fic. Don't get me wrong, I love sulky depressed retired Dream who doesn't want to be here and has no clue how to be human. But in this au, he and Hob were already together and the retirement was planned in advance, so Dream has been preparing for this and taking How to Human lessons from Hob and Matthew. Still, he did just literally die, so Hob is expecting that he'll be injured and need time to recover and figure out his new human body. So Hob is shocked when he wakes up the next morning to find Dream in the kitchen, apparently attempting to make breakfast with every single ingredient in the fridge. Hob is like "whoa, babe, what are you doing?" And Dream is like "🙄 duh, I'm making breakfast because apparently I get hungry now and you weren't up yet." And Hob is just kind of baffled and amazed that he's taking to his new life so easily.

There's another big thing that happens in this fic, but I don't want to spoil it, so hopefully I'll be able to write and post this soon!

Thanks for asking, I'm very excited to write that one! This will be for the kinktober prompt "role reversal."

(This is suggestive but not full-blown smut, but I'm gonna put it under a cut just in case)

Thank you for asking, friend!

This will be for the "farmer" prompt for dreamling bingo. I'm considering titling it "You Don't Have to Be Lonely" just to get the farmers only jingle stuck in everyone's heads 😂

This is suggestive but not full-blown smut, so I'm not going to bother with a cut this time. The basic idea:

Hob is a sexy farmer who sells fruits and veggies at the farmer’s market, and Dream is the posh/snooty but also shy customer who comes to his booth every week (loosely parallel canon meetings?). Hob is super flattered and thinks it’s adorable the way Dream always blushes and not-so-subtly checks him out, and he looks forward to seeing him each week at the farmer’s market. It develops into a flirtatious thing—well, mostly Hob flirts and Dream stands there awkwardly staring at him. Hob would just keep going like that and not even consider making a move, but here’s the thing: Dream always buys the most… suggestive vegetables. Hob sells an assortment of veggies but Dream always seems to wind up with eggplants, cucumbers, carrots, summer squash, etc. Hob thinks this is Dream’s way of telling him he’s DTF, but actually Dream just panics every time he sees Hob—he doesn’t go to his booth with like, a shopping list. He’s there to ogle the cute farmer. And his brain shuts down every time Hob smiles and flirts with him, so he just grabs whatever looks most appealing at the moment, and it doesn’t even occur to him how Freudian it looks.

As the weeks go by, Dream starts to loosen up slightly around Hob, and eventually Hob is like “you know, if you’re lonely I’ve got something more satisfying than cucumbers in the back of my pickup truck, wink wink.” And Dream is offended and does the whole “you dare” thing and doesn’t come back to the farmer’s market for several weeks. When he does finally come back, Hob apologizes profusely and says that was way out of order and he’s sorry he got the wrong idea. Dream also apologizes and says Hob didn’t have the wrong idea exactly, Dream just panicked. And he tells Hob that he doesn’t want a one-night stand or a purely sexual relationship, so that’s part of what scared him away. He asks Hob on a proper date and of course Hob accepts, although they do end up fucking in his pickup afterwards.

Thank you @pluckyyoungdonna and @sseanettles for asking about this one! This is also still in the planning stages, and it is also depraved smut, so under the cut it goes:

Thank you anon and @quellawrites for asking about this one! I have this outlined, but I haven't started writing it yet. It's going to be pure filth, though, so I'll put it under a cut 😅

Thanks for tagging me @tj-dragonblade! 💗💗💗

I haven't had much time to write lately, and I'm having one of those "everything I write is cringe and I hate it" moments, but hopefully I'll get my groove back soon.

Last thing I wrote was for the next chapter of Rain Is Coming Down. I'm not really happy with how this scene is coming together, so I will most likely be making some big edits.

Context for what's going on in this snippet: Retired Dream is pregnant, and Hob is telling Death about the difficulties he and Morpheus have been facing while trying to find prenatal care. The character mentioned here, Eileithyia, is the Greek goddess of childbirth and midwifery, whom I have adopted as an OC because I decided actually there should be even more mythological figures who have beef with Morpheus.

In the end, the best candidate Hob managed to find had been a veterinarian with a discreet side practice treating human patients. When he had brought it up to Morpheus, well… if looks could kill and Hob could die, he’d have been reduced to a pile of ash on the spot. He’d almost made a joke about the vet being perfect for his angry cat of a husband, but he didn’t fancy sleeping on the sofa for the next decade, so he’d kept his mouth shut. “I suppose,” Morpheus had conceded through gritted teeth, “I would be willing to speak to Eileithyia. If there is truly no better option.” So it worked out brilliantly after all, and Hob couldn’t be prouder of Morpheus—the man’s held grudges for billions of years, so this is big. “Yeah, she’s been a life-saver,” Hob says. “If it weren’t for her, we would’ve had to go with one of my, er… underground contacts. And they’re all either glorified drug dealers or so-called ‘doctors’ with questionable credentials whose usual gigs involve extracting bullets from mobsters. And of course anything through the NHS is out of the question.” “Of course. Can’t have your secret getting out,” Death winks. “Too right,” Hob agrees before downing the last of his tea. It’s a relief talking to someone who understands. “Only it’s a bit frustrating; not like we can tell any of our friends the real reason we’ve got a midwife making house calls instead of going to an obstetrician like normal people living in the 21st century. Suze keeps trying to talk us out of having a home birth. I think now she thinks we’re just artsy-granola-hippie types. What was it she was asking you the other day, darling?” “She was impressing upon me the importance of vaccinating the baby,” Morpheus replies. “And reminding me that there is no shame in getting an epidural,” he adds with an endearingly perplexed frown.

Thank you so much for the ask! 💗💗💗

These are all Dreamling (plus some Hobstruction in one of them) and all explicit lol:

Rain Is Coming Down, but the Clouds Will Surely Pass (wip, multi-chapter, retired Dream, mpreg) - This is the one I'm proudest of so far. I've only written about 1/3 of it, but I think it's shaping up very nicely.

The Seeds Are Bursting, the Springs Are Seeping (one shot, fluff and smut, retired Dream) - This is a prequel to the one above. When I wrote it I didn't have any plans for a sequel, but it has since spiraled into a whole AU

Golden Hour (one shot, fluff and smut, retired Dream, mpreg) - Yet another one from the mpreg AU. Takes place a few months into "Rain Is Coming Down." It's just a couple thousand words of Dream and Hob being insufferably adorable and in love.

Here and Now and Always (fantasy AU, hobstruction, dreamling, King Dream, Knight Hob) - This one starts with Hob/Destruction, but ends with Dreamling. The plot didn't quite work out the way I had hoped (it was for a gift exchange, so I didn't have time to develop it as much as I wanted to), but I'm still pretty proud of the smut