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PLEASE WRITE FLOWER SHOP AU I BEG U ajkshjdkjhasjd <3 plz

You have single handedly broke me out of my writing block lol Thank you! Srysly I wrote this 1.5k fic in like 2 hours when i was supposed to be studying but then inspiration hit sooo here is pure fluff

When Dream saw the depreciated state of the White Horse his heart constricted. All his memories and regrets of Hob played in his mind over a second. He sighed and shivered as the wind ruffled his coat and sneaked under the folds. He spotted a cluster of pink flowers set against the metal fence carefully arranged, there was no sign or any indication of why it was left there but the dedication was clear to Dream who recognised the flower from the dream of a Victorian woman mourning the loss of her wife, among the flowers symbolised her grief was this flower - a Carnation - which meant that she’ll always remember her lover. Dream wondered who the flower was meant for, to be so meticulously displayed new ones at that since they were still in full bloom.

Dream debated with himself if he should look for Hob in the Dreaming, but it was a rule he did not want to break out of respect clearly their meetings had ended in 1889. As he turned to leave a bright cluster of flowers caught his attention, the small cluster of pink camellias stood out from the off brown bricks and dreary street background. The flowers curved up the brick wall and looped along the surface as if they were leading somewhere. With reverence Dream ran his hand across the soft flower feeling the longing imbued into the small pink petals. His eyes traced the path of the flowers and despite his rational mind he carefully started to follow them down the alleyway, a small ember of hope flickering to life in his heart. The cold alleyway was strangely clean of rubbish, the pavement nicely decorated cobblestone, the whole thing was transformed by the bright colours of the flowers giving the small space between buildings a welcoming feeling. Light flooded his senses as soon as he stepped out the alley into a small park surrounded by houses. It was like he stepped into a dream; the sounds of the city were distant and muffled, the weak midday light seemed somehow brighter as it refracted across the leaves of the tall oak trees bathing the gravel path in a cool shadow. The gardens on either side of the path were filled with flowers of varying colours and sizes all arranged in an artful way so that they matched. The joyous cries of small children echoed throughout the small park as they ran around chasing each other. Still, what caught Dream’s eyes was the quint shop next to a coffee shop at the end of the gravel path. His feet hurriedly took him over without his consent and soon he found himself face to face with the glass door. He hesitated as he caught a glimpse of rows and rows of nearly arranged flowers, it was otherwise empty of people.

Dream in a haze pushed the door open, the bell above gave a soft jingle, the warm lighting above the flowers made them glow, and despite at first glance at what seemed to be a chaotic display was actually quite ordered the colours arranged to be harmonious and pleasing to look at, their scents mixed together into a indescribable fragrance. The sense of dedication mixed with a deep rooted longing permeated the space and Dream faltered at the strength of it.

“Just a second,” someone called out from the back, their voice awfully similar, that had Dream’s head snapping up. He stared at the door, his mind completely blank even though his heart rate picked up. Then between one breath and the next Hob was there, dusting his hands on a dirty apron a slight frown on his face as he tried to get at least some dirt off his hands. His hair, longer than it’s ever been hung in front of his face, and Dream’s throat clogged up and for a terrifying second he thought he lost all air and couldn’t speak again. When Hob finally lifted his head his beautiful brown eyes widened as they landed on Dream. He still couldn’t speak but by the radiant smile Hob gave him he didn’t need to and at that the suffocating feeling dissolved his mouth involuntarily tugging into a small private smile.

“You’re late” Hob huffed, the words were gruff but his eyes were kind happiness twinkling in them. Dream stiffened not wanting to explain his capture not yet.

“I was told it’s rude to keep one’s friends waiting,” he said, putting a special emphasis on friends as close to an apology as he’ll get. Hob chuckled, as he moved towards the register.

“So how are you?” Hob asked idly, playing with the register. Dream wandered towards the isles of neatly arranged flowers revelenty running his hands through each flower, getting echoes of feelings from them.

“This is new” he noted, deliberately changing the subject which Hob seemed to notice from the amused twinkling of his eyes. He rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.

“Well yes I had a friend who taught me how to arrange the flowers and stuff, he also taught me their meanings” he added with a slight blush which made him glow under the soft orange light. Dream hummed with interest, his eyes tracing the various arrangements that Hob’s had done.

“You have done an admirable job” Dream complemented as he looked at a particularly well done arrangement for a wedding, the colours of the whole were simple and pastel and their meaning perfectly symbolised the couple’s love for eachother.

“Thank you!” Hob called out cheerfully from the front of the shop, then after a second “Do you want one?” he asked and Dream’s head snapped up his eyes instantly finding Hob’s.

“I would be honoured” he said and Hob gave him a beaming smile as Dream returned to the flowers.

There was one arrangement that at first looked beautiful: the pinks blended together perfectly but when Dream looked at their meanings they seemed wildly out of place, pink camellias like outside mixed in and overpowered by cyclamen and some other flowers hidden behind those two dominant ones; longing and resignation.

From the corner of his eyes Dream watched as Hob approached and stilled when he realised which arrangement Dream was studying with such focus. His eyes widened as Dream picked the pot up and brought it closer to inspect all the smaller flowers in there; there was a small white Heliotrope tucked under the leaf of a camelia along with a purple orange Zinnia on the outskirts of the camellias but right in the middle of the whole arrangement was a cluster of iris flowers - a representation of hope. And suddenly everything made sense.

“Who was this for Hob Gadling?” Dream asked wonder seeping into his voice. Hob paled as his eyes fixated on a distant point.

“Ahh no one” He said awkwardly, still not looking at Dream.

“It’s rubbish, really. One of my first. I can make a batter one” Then he made a move to take the pot out of Dream’s hands and his arms involuntarily tightened around it.

“I’ll take this one,” Dream declared. Hob gave him a look and sighed, along with a bright red blush as he looked the flowers over in Dream’s hands.

“Can’t convince you right?” he asked, Dream stubbornly shook his head. He gave another exasperated look but a small smile wormed its way onto his face, Dream smiled in return.

“Right what should I write on the pot?” Hob asked as they took the arrangement to the register. Dream debated for a second with himself but decided that Hob had waited long enough.

“For Dream” he said and Hob’s brows scrunched up in confusion.

“Dream?” he asked.

“My name, Hob Gadling” Dream said with an amused smile as Hob’s face went over a whole range of emotions over a span of a second.

“Oh” he exhaled “It’s a lovely name” he said softly as he finished packaging up the arrangement so it wouldn’t get damaged. As Dream lingered in the doorway not wanting to leave yet Hob called after him.

“Don’t be a stranger Dream” And Dream’s heart momentarily stopped at the sound of his own name from Hob’s mouth, he wanted to hear it again and again.

“Next week perhaps” he said, his back still facing Hob but he could sense the warmth of Hob’s smile.

“Next week then”

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