#hobrinthian fanfic

[sleepsonfutons]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Sandman (Comics), The Sandman (TV 2022) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: The Corinthian/Hob Gadling Characters: Dream of the Endless, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Hob Gadling, Lady Johanna Constantine, Lushing Lou (The Sandman), The Corinthian (Sandman), Roderick Burgess Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, The Corinthian-Typical Violence, Angst, POV Hob Gadling, BAMF Hob Gadling, Feral Hob Gadling, Protective Hob Gadling, Centennial Meetings, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Nightmare Culture, Hob Gadling is Literally a Nightmare, No Happy Ending for Dream, Past Nightmare of the Endless/Hob Gadling, Past Eleanor/Hob Gadling - Freeform, Punishment, Rejection and Revenge, Cannibalism, The Corinthian Eats Eyes (The Sandman) Summary:

Hob has been a nightmare all his days. He knows no other way to be, but when his suit is summarily rejected by his stranger, he discovers just how fully a nightmare he is and ultimately punishes the stranger for his imperious superiority.

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Summary: Hob Gadling interrupts The Corinthian in the middle of a murder and explodes him back to The Dreaming. The Corinthian comes back for revenge. Hob keeps finding new ways to blow him up. At some point, it becomes something more. Aka enemies to fuck-buddies to lovers.

Author: @seiya-starsniper

Note from submitter: I love this fic so much and it's a personal favorite of the Hob/Dream/Corinthian variety, and very much the one that got me onboard with the ship's massive potential. All around great time that let's Hob run wild with his freak flag flying.

[seiya-starsniper]

I am drinking and I saw the drunken love prompts. So i have to send you one.

Hobrinthian. Number 10!

10 - "I love you. But that's a secret. So I won't tell you about it."

Ooooo friend, this one got a bit angsty, I hope you're ready for it! 😄

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Alcohol, the Corinthian thinks, is quite possibly the greatest invention humanity has ever come up with.

Though his body may not require food or drink from the Waking World for nourishment, the Corinthian is a creature that is built to consume, and he has consumed all manner of things in the time he has walked amongst humans. And oh, he so very much enjoys the heady warmth that courses through his veins when he drinks a particularly old bottle of wine, or a well distilled bourbon.

That heady warmth, however, is nothing when compared to how the Corinthian burns when Hob Gadling kisses him. 

It’s late in the evening, and they’re both flush with the afterglow of a fine whiskey the immortal keeps on the shelf of The New Inn just for him, laughing and giggling as they kiss noisily against the front door of Hob’s flat. It’s a cold winter’s night, but the Corinthian is warm against the heat of Hob’s body, so much that he thinks he may burn up with it if he doesn’t get his clothes off fast enough.

Despite that, the Corinthian is also considering just dropping to his knees and blowing Hob right against the door. It wouldn’t be the first time, or even the second time that they’ve done it, and Hob’s loud moans are always drowned out by the lively chatter and ambiance in the pub below. They’ve only been interrupted once, accidentally even, by a drunken patron looking for the pub’s bathroom. The stairway upstairs is otherwise completely hidden from the public.

But before the nightmare can put his plan into action, Hob turns and manages to unlock the door on his first try, to both their surprises. As soon as he turns the knob, the Corinthian doesn’t waste any time pushing Hob through the threshold and bullying him against the nearest flat surface, which happens to be the wall opposite the coat rack in the foyer. The nightmare ruts himself greedily against Hob’s hips, swallowing the immortal’s moans as their shared arousals press together. Hob grips the Corinthian’s hips, hard and possessive, right before he delivers a vicious bite to the side of his neck around where an artery would be, if the nightmare had them. It’s hot. It’s perfect. The Corinthian just knows the sex is going to be fantastic tonight.

Naturally, this is the point where everything goes completely sideways.

“I love you,” Hob slurs into the hollow of the Corinthian’s neck, his tongue soothing at the point where he bit down on the blond’s throat. “But shhhh, it’s a secret, don’t tell,” he adds with a giggle.

The Corinthian feels a dull roar rushing through his ears once his alcohol-addled brain fully comprehends Hob’s words. I love you. I love you. I love you. 

They’ve been sleeping together for a while now (276 days, his stupid mind supplies), and Hob had never hidden the fact that he was incredibly fond of the nightmare. But love? That was different. Different enough to stop the Corinthian’s movements all together and just stare.

“Cori?” Hob asks when he notices the sudden change in the nightmare’s demeanor. The Corinthian immediately shakes off his nerves, and practically slams Hob into the wall with how forcefully he kisses him. He slots his thigh between the immortal’s legs and grinds his knee upwards into the other man’s erection, swallowing every moan and gasp with his tongue.

I love you.

The Corinthian growls and delivers his own vicious bite to the immortal’s neck, lower than where Hob had bit him, because Hob still needs to be able to hide marks. His semester wasn’t over for a few more weeks, the nightmare knew, and since when had the Corinthian ever cared about propriety, let alone trying to accommodate someone else’s?

I love you. 

“And how am I supposed to keep a secret from myself, Hob?” the Corinthian asks, when Hob is gasping for air and writhing helplessly beneath him. His voice is teasing and light when he speaks, but internally, the nightmare is grasping for the last shreds of his self control.

I love you.

“...Huh,” Hob says, slowly blinking as he considers the blond’s words. His eyes are still glazed over from the alcohol, and the Corinthian wonders if the immortal truly understands the gravity of his confession at all. His expression gives away nothing and the Corinthian wants to shake him and ask him why. Why now? Why at all? Why him?

 “Y’know, I didn’t think that far ahead,” Hob finally answers, giving him a lopsided grin. “But you’re good with secrets, so you’ll figure something out.”

The Corinthian huffs and then shuts his eyes, taking a breath.It’s okay. It’s fine. He doesn’t mean it. He doesn’t mean it. Hob’s probably so drunk he won’t even remember any of this in the morning and they can pretend it never happened. Because the Corinthian will make himself forget it. 

I love you.

“Cori?” Hob asks, breaking the nightmare out of his thoughts. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

The Corinthian responds with another hard kiss, and grabs Hob by the front of his stupid flannel shirt that looks too good on him, and dragging the immortal down the hall to the bedroom. He’s determined to continue their night as planned, and he’s not about to let something as ridiculous as a love confession get in the way of the good night he was planning to have.

I love you.  ---------

The sex, as always, is so good the Corinthian forgets his own name through his orgasm.

Hob Gadling really was a man who didn’t live his life by halves. The Corinthian has had many bed partners over the centuries, but none of them had spent centuries perfecting the craft like Hob did.

The Corinthian collapses on the bed, breathing heavily as he basks in the afterglow while Hob grabs some tissues from the nightstand and wipes them both down, before rolling over to lie on his back next to the Corinthian. He shuts his eyes and sighs contentedly, and the Corinthian knows it won’t be long before he falls asleep. 

When he feels fully present in his own body and able to move his limbs again, the Corinthian stands and starts pulling together his clothes so he can get back to the Dreaming. Dream may let him go out into the Waking these days, but that didn’t mean the Corinthian could stay the night or anything.

“Where’re you going?” Hob asks, before he reaches out to grip the Corinthian’s wrist. “Stay.”

The Corinthian feels a lump in his throat. He can’t stay. He can’t. 

“I’ve never stayed before, you know that,” he replies. “Boss won’t let me.” 

“But I love you,” Hob says, his voice practically a whine, and the Corinthian doesn’t have a heart, not like a human does, but if he did, he thinks it’d be thumping in rapidfire motion at the immortal’s words. He almost can feel the ghost of it, the deadly combination of adrenaline, fear and affection all at once.

He needs to get out of here. 

“Good night Hob,” the Corinthian says, touching the immortal’s forehead. Hob’s eyes widen before they glaze over completely, and within moments the immortal’s eyes shut as his body gives in completely to sleep. It’s not a power the Corinthian was meant to have, and he knows Dream will have his skull if he realizes that he knows how to use it, but that’s a problem to worry about later. 

As he’s stepping back into the Dreaming, the Corinthian suddenly remembers a phrase he used to hear Dream say quite often when he was still married to Calliope, and the meaning of it hits him like a freight train when he realizes he has the cap of the emptied whiskey bottle from earlier that night in his pocket.

In vino fucking veritas indeed. 

[highlyillogicalandroid]

Surprise! Two chapters for the price of one. And with that, the Hobrinthian fic has come to an end! I hope you've all enjoyed reading it.

Read from the beginning.

[gourmet-trash]

this is probably gonna be less cohesive than the silly shit i usually post but i cannot stop thinking about it! as always highly, highly self indulgent.

So over the course of the last few months? Years maybe? Human time is ridiculous, frankly. But for however long it's been, it's obvious that they've developed some sort of function in their dysfunctional little group. Corinthian wouldn't say family, because they're not. Not him or Gadling, at least. And frankly Desire is closer in the bloodline, but they're all still tiptoeing around that point.

Well the rest of them are tiptoeing. Corinthian has made several very loud, very clear threats to indicate exactly where he stands on that front. It's one of the few things he and Dream readily and wholeheartedly agree on, actually.

Not the point.

The point is that whatever the hell it is they have, it's something. And it's...good, actually. Caring for things is something Corinthian knows he doesn't do well; it's either not at all or far, far, too much. To a point where it's usually better to shove it back down into the 'not at all' category. But the Walkers have wormed their way under his skin and burrowed too deep into whatever sort of heart he may have for him to deny that he keeps them there.

Sure, he's technically supposed to be doing the work of a Nightmare, pushing other humans to confront their (outrageously well founded, it turns out) fears of dentistry or some shit. But instead, he spends most of his time pushing the Walkers to overcome their fears of other things.

"Why the hell wouldn't you get that scholarship, Rosebud? I've seen the stuff you've written, and what you end up writing in the Library, and it's better than anything those other hacks would submit. Their prose is fucking awful."

"Jed, so help me God, if you spend one more day moping about that boy who looks like a damn toe, I'm gonna make him disappear so you might finally forgot about him!"

He figures he's all right, since Dream hasn't shooed him back out of the Waking World yet. Though there was a close call when he finally figured out about the whole "stabbing the immortal" thing. Apparently having explicit consent still wasn't enough to stab a guy? Ridiculous.

Gadling still lets him, of course. It's their thing.

It's also the only reason he continues to put up with the amount of stupid shit Gadling always feels compelled to talk about. Definitely the only reason.

"Stop making that face at me," he says without turning his head back towards the bar, instead watching Jed hurry to the back to get his bookbag out of Gadling's apartment. With a fucking key, mind you, because they're finally locking the damn door.

"Not sure what face you mean," Gadling lies, and sure enough, when Corinthian finally turns back, he's smirking at him. That annoying expression that says Gadling knows more than he should. Or, at least, that he thinks he does, and is wrong, which is more likely. Really.

Corinthian clicks his tongue, annoyed, and takes another sip of his beer. "You know, I think I remember you being less annoying when we met."

Gadling laughs outright at that. "Oh, really? Because that isn't how you acted."

"Didn't say how much less annoying."

Still chuckling, Gadling leans across the bar and kisses his cheek, because he's a pathetic sap. And Corinthian lets him, but only because why shouldn't he accept the attention of his hot bartender?

"I think it's sweet, is all," Gadling says when he leans back, of course after he's out of easy biting range.

Corinthian would roll his eyes if he had any. "What? Telling the kid to get his shit? Rose is gonna be here to pick him up any minute now."

Gadling is smirking at him again. "So?"

"So?" he repeats, scowling across the bar. "They're meeting that Lyta woman for dinner, and if Jed waits for Rose to get here to get his bag, she's gonna get distracted talking to you about some school shit, and then they're gonna go sprinting out of here late."

The way Gadling's expression softens does not make him any happier to be having this conversation.

"I know, Cor," he says, eyes crinkling in the corners, crows feet he's had since the fucking Middle Ages creasing the skin.

"Then why the hell are you--" the bell chiming over The New Inn's door cuts him off, and sure enough, Rose walks in, checking her watch as she goes. "Hey Rosebud," he calls, grateful for something else to talk about. Or at least someone else to talk to.

"Oh, hey! Is Jed ready?" she asks, looking around the pub.

As if summoned, her little brother -- who has gained several inches in height and will probably need new pants again, Corinthian realizes -- comes barrelling down the stairs and into the main room. "I'm here! I'm ready!"

Rose relaxes, smiling at him, but she turns towards the bar regardless. "Oh, by the way, Professor! I wanted to ask you about that--" "Rose, come on! I'm hungry!" Jed protests, pushing her towards the door.

"Ugh, fine! I'll email you, Professor!" she says waving at them both.

Despite all his previous urgency for dinner, it's Jed who turns around at the last minute and rushes back to the bar.

Corinthian raises an eyebrow. "You forget something kid?" he asks, only to find two gangly arms hooked around his waist in lieu of an answer, squeezing briefly but tightly.

Before he has a chance to figure out why the hell he's getting hugged, much less move to ask (or return it?), Jed is already rushing back out after Rose, calling over his shoulder, "Bye Uncle Cor!"

And just like that, they're out the door, bell jingling behind them, the chime of it ringing in his ears longer than he's ever heard it ring before. Corinthian doesn't even realize he's been staring, dumbfounded, at the spot where they'd last been until there's a warm hand on his forearm, seeping through his jacket and up to his elbow, drawing his attention.

Gadling's expression is soft again, but he can't find it in himself to be irritated by it. There's no room. Not when something else has started bubbling in his chest, effervescent and sharp and too hard to make sense of for him to try right now.

Gadling doesn't say anything, but when he leans across the bar again, Corinthian dips closer, feels lips against his forehead and warm, warm, warm.

He'll pick it all apart later, he knows. Tear at the nuance until there's nothing but shreds and doubt left behind. And further down, tucked away and rarely looked at, he suspects the Walkers will unknowingly bandage all those little shreds back together until there's nothing left to do but accept the way they've rebuilt their world and built all of them (him?) into it.

Whatever the hell it is they have is something good. And maybe even better than that.

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[asexualandalwaysshipping]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling, The Corinthian/Hob Gadling, The Corinthian/Dream of the Endless (unrequited), Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling Characters: Hob Gadling, The Corinthian (Sandman), Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Dream of the Endless Additional Tags: Angst, Marking, Unrequited Love, Biting, Technically a Love Triangle, seriously doesn't end well for corinthian, Anal Sex, Top Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Bottom Hob Gadling, heavy on the hobrinthian but ultimately dreamling endgame, i guess you could call it a happy ending if you're a dreamling shipper, Possessive Behavior Summary:

To Hob Gadling, the Corinthian was just a means of distraction. A way to forget about the dark-haired stranger who was truly the arms he wished to fall into. And the Corinthian was more than willing to fulfill that role.

Guys, this is the first fic I’ve managed to finish in months. I request some praise and head pats pls.

[screamingheads]

For all my followers who have been reading my fics on Ao3, I’m sorry I have been MIA, but the past few months (see: year) has been tough for me.

Not only has my computer crashed and I’m in dire need of a new one, but my dad passed away on the 26th of October. Once again, I’m sorry I haven’t updated any of my stories, but not to fear, I will be getting a new hard drive/computer soon! I will be updating my Lost Boys fics as well as my OFMD fics!

I’m now getting into The Boys and The Sandman series, so be expecting some new fics for those fandoms as well, my friends.

Stay saucy,

Danny 💚

Ao3: L_O_S_T

[beholdingthegaytimes]

Fic List

Finished Fics!

Terms of Endearment Rated M - Hob/Dream - Domestic Fluff - 13K words

In Your Doorways (Tonight Tonight Verse) Very Explicit - Hob/Corinthian - 20k words

Currently In Progress:

Dreamling:

BigBang fic - Love and bane of my existence

Author AU - Rivals to Lovers

Chronic pain and T4T

Fem AU Smut

Hob deals with Comp Het the fic (lmao)

Idk what to call it, but the ordeal of being seen/loved

Various (but no less precious) Ships:

Tonight Tonight Verse Part 2 - Honrintheus

Corintheus angst -> separate but related smut/fluff

Hobrinthian and hobrintheus fluff / smut as a treat

Murder Au (Hobrinthian)

Want something you don't see here? Send an ask!

[sleepsonfutons]

hmm. for the angst prompts, either ❛ i didn’t ask to get made ❜ or ❛ their blood is on your hands. ❜

Oh me, oh my! *cracks knuckles* Why not both, eh?

cw: corinthian-typical violence, slight gore

A whoosh of sand makes the nightmare tense in anticipation, but does nothing to deter him from his task of casually plucking the rich whiskey-smoke brown eyes from the body he sits upon the chest of. He lifts the morsel up to the waning light that streaks across the space in golden bars as though it is a gem for him to appraise. There are no steps to mark the approach of this interloper to the nightmare's hunt, yet he knows when the imposing figure arrives within arms reach to tower over him from behind.

"Their blood is on your hands, you know?"

The nightmare's mouth is curved in a cruel smile as he tilts his head back to stare up into the loamy brown of the Dreaming's new regent's gaze. The golden suns in Hob's eyes flare at the accusation and it's so like the nightmare's dear Lord that it shakes a manic laugh from his three mouths.

"Oh, come off it, Hob," the nightmare crows once his laughter has abated. "You became his lover. You know danger. But, you sure as hell can't pull off our beloved Dream Lord's favorite brand of imposing, menacing silent glaring."

The nightmare pops the eyeball from his victim, still sprawled beneath him on the bed, into his mouth with a disturbing pop like an oversized grape, emphasizing the action. Never once breaking eye-contact with Hob, he hums in relish as he savors the memories, the emotions, the humanity of the dreamer-no-more who provided him the meal.

"Corinthian. You were warned about what would happen if you returned to these...habits."

"Yup," the Corinthian drawls with a hard popping 'p' at the end of his answer. He makes a show of finally rupturing the eyeball between his bared teeth and letting the vitreous humor dribble down his chin. He doesn't care if it drips onto his bare chest. Hopefully this will... "I could say I tried not to fall back into old habits, but, well. Predation may be in my nature. Lying not so much. So what's it going to be, Hobsie?"

The Corinthian worries for a moment if he's goaded the man too obviously when he sees something flash across Hob's face. A slight dimming pulse to the radiant suns of his eyes, perhaps. But, then it's passed and Hob's face could rival Dream's in its passivity in this moment. He still feels unnerved though and snaps in annoyance.

"Too scared to deal with your beloved's masterpiece yourself? 's that it?!"

Hob tilts his head in a disconcerting echo of Dream's mannerism and huffs a sigh. "Are you trying to get yourself unmade, Cori?"

The pet name is like a slap to the face for the nightmare and he bristles before whirling on the man who'd once sated his appetite. Who he had belonged to...before he'd been unmade and remade to find his lover enthroned next to his Lord.

"I didn't ask to get made...and I never asked to be remade!?"

Angst Prompts~

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Summary: After Dream spurns Hob at the White Horse Inn in 1889, he curses the human to only have nightmares, as punishment for his impudence. However, Dream is captured before he removes the curse, and Hob is left to suffer for well over a century. When Dream misses their meeting in 1989, the Corinthian sees an opportunity to use Hob's curse to his pleasure and advantage. When Dream finally escapes, he has a great deal of pain to make up for, but with the Corinthian still on the loose, he may not get the chance.

Author: CassiopeiaJellyfish

Note from submitter: Great fic in the genre of "Dream goes the extra mile to make Hob miserable post 1889"

[seiya-starsniper]

Uh, if you do want *another* prompt to get you to 200k (I know I already sent one) number 28 from the Smutty fic list is just sooo Hobrinthian. Just saying. ;)

28. A puts a blade by B's throat, be it seriously or as a joke/teasing. B's reaction is…enthusiastic || AO3 Link Here

SPOFSDOKFS the best part about this is that I am always writing some variation of this prompt for this ship. And I love that get to do it again for my birthday celebration 💖💖 hope you enjoy friend!!!

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“I am searching for some wayward creations of mine,” Dream tells Hob late in the evening of their reunion meeting. “They departed for your world when I was captured, and I worry they are causing irreparable damage.”

Hob nods solemnly, taking another sip from his near empty pint of beer. He waves a server down to refill their drinks, and Dream accepts his refilled glass of wine graciously. It is the first time Hob has ever seen him actually consume whatever was put in front of him. His friend must be under a lot of stress indeed.

“Anything I can do to help?” he asks. “Not sure I know how to identify a dream or a nightmare, but I’ve been around a while. Just tell me what to look for, yeah?”

Dream considers the offer, then begins to tell Hob about his missing Arcana.

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After a few phone calls, a twelve hour flight, and nearly three weeks of following a trail of bodies, Hob finds himself face to face with the last of Dream’s missing creations. 

Well, technically they’re face to face. If one ignored the fact that Hob’s mouth was currently pressed up against the Corinthian’s. 

Hob had tracked the Nightmare to a gay nightclub in the Southern region of the United States, figuring out relatively quickly that the Nightmare had a type. He had, at first, thought the Corinthian had held some sort of prejudice, but when he stepped in to stop the Nightmare mid-murder, Hob realized very quickly that the blond just liked to play with his food.

Hob, of course, had gotten stabbed first in the abdomen, and then in the thigh for all his troubles, and somewhere in the scuffle he’d knocked the Nightmare’s glasses off his face and smashed them under his foot. When the Corinthian realized that Hob wasn’t surprised by the look of him, and that he wouldn’t die from something as simple as a stab wound, the blond had taken a decidedly different interest in him.  

It's not quite a kiss between them, it's more teeth (and there are so many teeth) than tongue, and there is nothing gentle about the way Hob slams the blond into the brick wall behind him. He can feel the cool steel of a second knife at his throat, which only makes Hob's blood run hotter. The first one is still buried in his thigh, the pain long forgotten in favor of Hob’s rapidly hardening cock.

“You’re not like the others,” the Corinthian growls into his mouth. His teeth bite down hard on Hob’s bottom lip, drawing blood, and Hob hisses before he slams the blond’s back harder into the wall. “You’re something older, something that can’t die.”

“Bingo, darling,” Hob pants, before he bites down on the Nightmare’s neck and runs his tongue along the same strip of skin. “Your creator’s been looking for you. You’ve been a bad boy over here in the States.”

“You can tell Dream to fuck right off,” the Corinthian snarls, pushing back against Hob’s body, but not quite pushing the immortal off. Hob knows the blond could propel him across to the other side of the alleyway if he really wanted, he’s only human after all, and the beautiful beast in his arms is so much more than that. Hob laughs as he feels the blade against his neck draw blood. He’s surprised he isn’t dizzy from the blood loss yet. 

“Can’t do that pet,” Hob purrs as he moves a hand down to the Corinthian’s trousers, still unbuttoned from his previous encounter before Hob arrived. The blond is just as hard as he is, and Hob wants to kneel at the Nightmare’s feet and get his mouth on his cock. Probably not the greatest idea given the circumstances. “You need to go back to where you came from. Would it help if I said please?”  

“I'm. Not. Ahhhh,” the Corinthian moans as Hob’s hand wraps around his cock. It’s a good size, thick and heavy in his palm. “Going back,” the nightmare finishes. His hips are thrusting into Hob’s hand now, and Hob chuckles at the eagerness.

“You sure I can't convince you?” Hob whispers into his ear, squeezing just hard enough to wring out another breathless moan. Hob ruts his own still covered cock against the Nightmare’s thigh. “I’m sure I could ask for leniency if you’re a good boy for me.”

“No fucking shot,” the Corinthian says, grinning ferally from all three of his mouths. Hob grins back with all of his teeth.

“Didn’t think so,” he replies, before he does something bold and kisses one of the Corinthian’s eye mouths. The Nightmare gasps and goes rigid beneath him. Hob worries for a brief second that he’s gravely misstepped, but then the tiny mouth opens up to him and purrs. 

Hob comes in his pants. It doesn’t take long before he’s able to finish stroking the Corinthian to completion, and then they’re quiet for a few moments, breathing heavily, the air thick with the stench of blood and sweat and sex.  

Then a thumb is pressed into Hob's eye-socket, and he screams as the Corinthian slashes his throat too fast for Hob to react. The Nightmare then yanks his other knife out of Hob’s thigh and stabs him again and again and again. Hob’s vision goes dark as his body finally gives into the blood loss and exhaustion.

Hob wakes up some unknown amount of time later in the alleyway of the nightclub, bloodied and with one eye missing. He curses at himself for his carelessness. The Corinthian could be anywhere by now. Hob really hopes Dream isn’t tracking his progress through dreams because it was going to be bloody difficult to explain to his friend that he decided to fuck instead of catch his most problematic creation. 

Then again, Dream hadn’t warned Hob about how attractive the Corinthian was going to be, so really it’s the Endless’s fault that Hob thought with his cock first.  

Hob gets a call from a blocked phone number two days later and knows immediately who it is. He hasn’t given the phone number of this burner phone to anyone. 

“I know who you are, Hob Gadling,” the Corinthian’s American accent purrs into his phone. 

Hob laughs. “Did you enjoy your meal then, darling?” he asks knowing exactly what’s happened to his missing eyeball. His body has already grown back its replacement, and it hurt like a goddamn bitch the entire time.  

He hears the Corinthian chuckle on the other line and Hob tries to imagine where the blond is right now, if he’s lazily lying in bed, or calling him from a payphone as he drives off to God knows where.  

“I'm going to hunt you down and take the other eye,” the Corinthian promises him. “How long does it take for one of those to grow back for you?” 

“Meet me in London and find out?” Hob asks, already knowing the answer. 

“I have a better idea,” the Corinthian replies. There's a convention in a few days and wouldn’t you know, I’ve been invited to be the guest of honor.”

“Have you now?” Hob asks, already pulling out a pen and paper. “And what’s this, some sort of serial killer convention?”

“Something like that,” the Corinthian replies, chuckling darkly. “You should come. It'll be a bloody good time.”

[highlyillogicalandroid]

New chapter! Have some Hobrinthian for your Wednesday!

[mallory-x]

Currently feeling like I want to write but I have no motivation or enthusiasm for any of my WIPs. If anyone wants to ask me about any of them maybe it would help!

Reblog if you write fanfic and would be totally down with your followers coming into you askbox and talking to you about your fic

[ineffably-ryuu]

For those curious, I am currently working on:

2 Good Omens fics

Employee(s) of the (6) Millenia

belief is a powerful thing

2 new Dreamling fics

Summary pending: Human!AU Orpheus nearly dies at the tender age of 11 in a hit and run. At the hospital, Morpheus meets someone who makes him reconsider what it means to live. (aka the fic where I process the trauma of being hit by a car and nearly dying, because writing is cheaper than therapy)

Fanfic inspired by Hope for Nightmare King by NathanWonderwolf (with permission)

2 new Hobrinthian fics, both inspired by asks (I see you, never fear)

Part 1: Hob didn’t mean to stumble into someone else’s dream just in time to see their eyes brutally torn out and devoured, but. He can’t say he minds it, either.

Part 2: Dream decides to visit his human friend without warning. Unfortunately for everyone involved, Hob already has a guest. (This one could very easily turn into Hobrintheus tbh. If you’re the person who left this ask, please let me know if you’re okay with that or not. Thanks!)

[landwriter]

christ almighty i've made a monster anyways chapter one is up the rest will be posted later today or tomorrow

will put up a proper fic post once completed on ao3 but enjoy!!! :)

well after being tired for all of 2023 so far i finally perked up this afternoon and wrote 4k today. 3.5k of that is my first hob/corinthian lmao

[mallory-x]

10 lines | 10 people

Thanks for the tag @bluesundaycake!

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway

I’ve only written two fics so here they are!

you can sleep while I dream

Dream rests his head on his hand as he props himself up to watch Hob, sleeping next to him in Hob’s big bed.

Dreamling; explicit; consensual somnophilia for 2023 Dreamling Bingo

when that shark bites with his teeth, babe

Hob doesn’t usually pick up strangers in bars for one night stands, but as the blond pushes him up against the hotel room wall and kisses his way down Hob’s throat with just the right amount of teeth, he honestly isn’t sure why he doesn’t.

Hobrinthian; explicit; warning for rape/non-con; knifeplay; dead dove: do not eat

Tagging @avelera @blueberrymffn @sleepsonfutons @serenailith @reallyintoscience @spockandthings @mentallyinvernation @gabessquishytum @doitforstamets @nightbirdz - no pressure!