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[llflorence]

Love at Third Sight

Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling, Rock Band AU - 20K

A collaboration by @llflorence and @hpurlnovi for the @endlessbigbang

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply 

Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Rock Band, Top Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Bottom Hob Gadling, Explicit Sexual Content, Identity Reveal, Mutual Pining, Romance, Light Angst, Emotional Sex

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Excerpt:

The third non-guitar lesson begins at the coffee shop, but the weather is so pleasant that they decide to venture outdoors. Hob wears his guitar like a backpack and shoves his hands in his pockets. He’s becoming increasingly distracted by Em’s fingers, and he doesn’t trust himself not to accidentally brush up against them with his own.

“You enjoy helping people.”

It’s not a question. Em’s face is relaxed, his expression teasing. It seems he’s amused by Hob’s genuine affection for mankind.

“I do,” Hob agrees, taking the teasing as a form of flirting. He’s being hopeful, after all. “What is life’s purpose if not to share joy with others?”

“Indeed.”

[llflorence]

Love at Third Sight

Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling, Rock Band AU - 20K

A collaboration by @llflorence and @hpurlnovi for the @endlessbigbang

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply 

Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Rock Band, Top Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Bottom Hob Gadling, Explicit Sexual Content, Identity Reveal, Mutual Pining, Romance, Light Angst, Emotional Sex

Summary:

Hob is dyslexic, and music notes are just like letters. B’s and d’s and p’s and q’s all look the same, as do all those little bastard tadpoles on the musical staff. So he does it a little differently, with a little humor and a lot of close-ups of his hairy fingers. And for some reason, it’s a hit in more ways than one. As Robyn begins to tune his instrument, Hob cases the room for his stranger. It’s the third time the handsome man has been to one of their gigs. There’s something familiar about him, something Hob can’t quite put his finger on. But the fact that he’s made eye contact for the third time is extremely intriguing. Johanna, of course, notices. “You’re looking for him again, aren’t you.”

Read and see the art on AO3!

Excerpt:

If Hob could, he would stay wrapped around Em forever.

They don’t, of course, but they do end up back in bed. Gloriously naked, Hob finally catches sight of the entirety of Em’s pale skin. He’s covered in beautiful black tribal tattoos over his chest, arms, and back. His shoulder blades stick out a little too much, and his ribs are dangerously close to the surface. But he’s strong and wiry, and Hob exhales a massive sigh of relief as Em pulls the sheet over their heads.

They’re tangled in a sideways embrace, kissing and smiling and laughing, and damn – it’s so good it fucking hurts. This. Hob had been hoping for this since he’d broken it off with his wife. Someone who shared the same love of life as he did. And Em is damn near perfect.

It’s a bit scary.