Beauty-of-nyx - Vesania

I dunno if this has been posted yet, but.....

Keep this shit off AO3

We don't want that kind of pearl clutching 'christian' conservative sitting on the AO3 board. Keep Moms For Liberty out of our fanfiction.

Because I enjoy making myself sad apparently I've decided to headcanon that Dream's whole "making it rain when he's sad" thing started out as a self-soothing gesture.

Like when he was young (or, y'know, young for an Endless) he would get upset and unconsciously make it rain because he loves the rain. He would listen to it patter against the palace walls, or go outside and enjoy the cold, clean air and the water against his face, maybe splash in a puddle or two if no one was looking, and it would help him clear his head and center him and then he felt better.

But then, he overheard and/or maybe someone said to his face something like "oh thank GOD you're feeling better so the rain's finally gone, it was so dreary/depressing/inconvenient/annoying/etc" and Dream was like. Oh. I did something Wrong. I'm being a bad ruler. It doesn't matter if it makes me feel better it's more important to take care of my subjects and make sure they're happy.

So Dream tries his very very best to metaphorically sit on his hands when he's feeling bad but it's hard, it's not something he's fully in control of, and it actually gets worse because now instead of enjoying the rain and feeling better fairly quickly, he feels guilty and frustrated and ashamed which makes him feel even worse which makes it rain more and it turns into a vicious cycle.

I'm not sure if he tells Hob all this or if Hob just puts the pieces together himself, but I think he starts being very open to Dream about how much he loves the rain too (and he's not lying or anything, he really does love the rain, he's just a little louder about it when Dream is around). I think he also gives an impromptu lecture about the value of stimming and how people should respect it (under the guise of something with a student or something idk) and maybe Lucienne and Matthew get recruited to help too, and I haven't figured out how it ends but it ends with Dream learning to enjoy the rain again and wait shit oh goddammit now I have another wip fuck me

"I must say," Hob said, pulling Dream against him even more, "1389 me did not expect that the pretty Lordling would become my very own hot-pocket." Dream grumbled, wrapping his warmed arms around Hob, "Your heating broke. Would you prefer I let you simply freeze? Insolent human." "Don't complain, you're enjoying this almost as much as me." Hob pulled the blankets over Dream as well, his graciously generated warmth enough to finally warm Hob's bones. Dream didn't bother to answer, snuggling in as Hob embraced him, and closing his eyes to rest with his lover for the very first time.

@dreamlingbingo

Dream of the Endless adored The New Inn. It was a symbol of devotion. Of faith.

Of love.

Hob had even used some gravel and bricks from the White Horse in the construction of the new building. Combined with his intent, the New Inn felt like a place of power, where his essence was much stronger than the rest of the Waking. Dream enjoyed the warmth of his friend in the place of connection and new beginnings, in the comfort of being wrapped in his own power with a degree of separation he could never gain in the Dreaming.

He made it a point to visit the Inn at least twice a week, and Hob welcomed him every time. Even when the human had nothing to say (rare), or was too busy with marking papers to say (much more frequent, now that the term had started), they could sit in a companionable silence, often with Dream resting his head in Hob’s lap, and he could confirm Hob's hospitality was miles better than that of a certain secret society.

@dreamlingbingo

Favorite Sandman Episode:

The Sound of Her Wings