#hot corinthian rights

[solomons-poison]

Replacing my icon of a hot blonde man with sunglasses with the icon of another hot blonde man with sunglasses

#i really truly have a type #boyd has no right looking that hot as corinthian wtf

[izzymarksthespot]

I would really like to thank whoever thought up the idea of The Corinthian eating ice cream.

I... Just thank you.

#🥵🔥 #i am OBSESSED #who gave boyd the right to be so hot? #the sandman #the corinthian #boyd holbrook #the sandman netflix

[kirkenovak]

Oh but imagine Dream glimpsing Hob back in 1389 and immediately deciding they’re getting married right now and whisking him away to The Dreaming, Hades and Persephone style, and Hob thinking “wait so I just got kidnapped by an actual king of dreams, who is hella hot, was granted immortality and it seems my job for the rest of the eternity is to get my back blown by him and also be married to him and, and I cannot stress this enough, I am a Medieval Peasant [TM] and he is a King so I fail to see a single downside to this situation???”

And so Hob Gadling marries Dream of the Endless and they go back to the White Horse every 100 years to have a cute anniversary date.

And of course Hob spends a lot of time in the Waking World because you have to have interests outside of marriage and spending a decade or two pretending to be a Totally Normal Human is Hob’s hobby?

Bonus:

- bodyguard Corinthian (“seriously I don’t need a guard” “yeah I hear you but Dream said if you get hurt he’ll remake me with no genitalia so as far as I’m concerned, anyone who gets within 20 yards of you is getting their spleen removed through their nose” “but I want to go to the market!” “Well then pick one that is the opposite of busy!”)

- awkward courtship after literally kidnapping someone to marry them? “I gift you this flying horse and a star from heavens and the first flower of the first spring and I’ll build you castle with 100 chambers and…” meanwhile Hob is already done because he wants to seal the deal right now before the KING OF DREAMS decides to change his mind

- obligatory meet the family shenanigans

- 3 minutes after Burgess kidnaps Dream, Hob hadoukens him through a wall and saves his man

#dreamling #the sandman #hob gadling #dream of the endless

[dyns33]

Feeling rainy

Another Dream x female reader 

      “Honey, you look cloudy today. No, rainy."

     "I confirm, he is very rainy at the moment."

     "Matthew. Leave us."

     "Right away, boss. But I'm sick of being wet all the time when I fly in the Dreaming, thank you very much."

It had taken a little time, but during their relationship, Y/N had acquired several certainties about Morpheus, especially about his mood.

The master of nightmares was not very good at expressing his feelings. Mainly because he didn't always know them himself. Partly because he was stupid and not very good with people.

His emotions were like a storm inside him. And therefore, a storm inside the Dreaming, especially when he was nervous, angry or sad.

Happy or neutral sentiments were preferable, with the sky remaining blue, the sun lighting up the whole realm, and the wind seeming to sing melodies.

 Sometimes it was a little too hot, when he was in love and excited, but that was no big deal. Also, it never lasted very long.

Like the weather, Morpheus' mood was changing very quickly, and very easily.

And even though he was doing his best to hide his feelings behind a straight face, the Dreaming never left any doubt that something was bothering him.

     "Is it because of last night ?" Y/N asked calmly.

     "I don't wish to talk about it, love."

     "Not even to please me ? I don't like it when you rain, especially because of me."

     "... It's not because of you. I probably overreacted."

     "Kind of like always, darling, but that doesn't mean your feelings aren't valid. Do you want a hug ?"

     "... Maybe."

The tall, terrible prince of the stories certainly didn't like being seeing as weak, but when Dream was in Y/N's arms, he looked like a cat desperately trying not to purr with pleasure, totally at her mercy.

It wasn't a problem since they were alone, but dreams and nightmares guessed what was going on, as the clouds disappeared and a rainbow formed over their heads.

     "She has to cuddle him all the time."

     "Hush."

     "Merv is right. I may be his more or less emotional raven, but he clearly needs her as an emotional human."

     "Get out of my library."

All of this could have gone quite well, since Y/N had managed to decode the functioning of the Dreaming, and therefore of Dream, but sometimes he was visibly lost and upset by her emotions, not knowing how to help her, and beginning to feel them with her.

Which was not a good thing, for him, nor for his kingdom.

Y/N therefore asked for advice around her, knowing that it was useless to ask Morpheus directly. Morpheus never really answered questions. That being said, his subjects weren't necessarily better for it.

Lucienne, loyal intelligent Lucienne advised her to speak to the Lord, as communication was important, although she had to be careful how she wanted to express what she wanted to say, as the Lord could misunderstand things.

Merv and Matthew thought that they should say nothing and just cover him with kisses and compliments so that he would always be happy. Because everyone wanted him to be happy, and everyone loved rainbows.

The Corinthian had a different opinion.

     "You have to do exactly like him." he declared with three huge smiles.

     "What do you mean, like him ?"

     "You want to help him by doing anything so that he doesn't get overwhelmed by emotions ? So don't show any emotion yourself. Keep them inside, act neutral, use a monotonous voice, express your love with ridiculously complicated little sentences, and it will be perfect."

Normally, it would have been strongly discouraged to listen to a nightmare. But despite their bickering, the Corinthian was arguably one of the creations that knew Morpheus best, so Y/N thought it wasn't a bad idea.

After all, Dream was a bit like a sponge. Absorbing all the dreamers' hopes, fears, desires, emotions, and though he was a separate being who felt distinctly, he couldn't completely cut himself off from the rest of the world.

So it seemed logical that he was sometimes troubled by others, and therefore by Y/N, with whom he spent the most time.

It didn't cost much to imitate him. It wasn't necessarily easy, but she could do it, for him, so it wouldn't be rainy or stormy too often.

So she trained in front of a mirror, doing her best to remain impassive as she thought about a joke, her deceased grandfather, an adorable kitten, her boss whom she wanted to strangle, and lots of things that never left her indifferent.

Part of her had thought Morpheus wouldn't notice. Another hoped he would see it, that he would be happy, and that she could smile to herself.

While they were watching her favorite movie together, a funny scene played out and she didn't react. Then another, and another, until Y/N felt that Dream's attention was no longer on the screen, but on her.

     "My love, you seem distant."

     "Not at all. I'm enjoying a pleasant evening, with you." she said with a neutral tone.

     "... You didn't laugh. Would you like to see another movie ?"

     "No, I like this movie. You weren't laughing either, do you want to change ?"

     "I never laugh."

    "Because you're too melancholic to find aything funny ?"

     "... No. My laughter... I was informed that my laughter could be frightening."

Y/N then turned to him, and at that moment, she almost smiled, finding the revelation ridiculous and adorable,  wanting to hear that laughter that her lover was so ashamed of, out of curiosity, but above all to reassure him.

Except that for that, she would have to show emotions, and make him feel emotions, and the goal was to remain as neutral as possible, so Y/N forced herself to remain neutral, looking at him straight in the eyes so that he knew that she was serious, while looking for the right wording.

"I'm sure your laugh is sweet." was the best thing that came to her, patting Morpheus' hand, before watching the movie again.

There were many other moments like this, at the New Inn, at the park, in the Dreaming, and Y/N really thought that everything was fine, that she was doing a good job. The weather seemed calm, with a few distant clouds, but no storms in sight.

Still, there was something in Morpheus' eyes when he looked at her. Curiosity mixed with fear. She didn't dare tell him about it, thinking it was nothing, and he didn't tell her either.

Until Matthew came to visit her as she was getting ready to go to sleep.

     "I don't know if I should ask you to go to bed quickly, or advise you to stay awake."

     "Why ? What's going on ? Morpheus is in trouble ?!"

     "Uh... That depends. Is everything okay between you two ?"

     "Yes, perfectly fine. Why ?" she asked, suddenly worried.

     "I don't know. It's foggy at the moment. We've had a few rains, a few tornadoes, but Lucienne managed to calm it down. Except that... Hmm... I don't know if I should say it."

     "Matthew."

     "He thinks you don't love him anymore." sighed the raven, lowering his head.

The news hit Y/N straight to the heart. For a moment, she wondered how Dream could have come to such a conclusion. Then she remembered how Dream was, his difficulties in understanding people, emotions, and even if he himself didn't often show what he felt, he clearly needed others to show him.

For a month, Y/N thought to make him happy. For a month, Morpheus thought she wanted to leave him.

     "... This is a terrible misunderstanding."

     "Glad to hear that. Can you tell him, please ?"

Falling asleep when stressed might take a while, but Y/N needed to see Morpheus quickly, so she closed her eyes thinking hard about him, and she arrived on the balcony of his palace.

It was raining.

Obviously, Matthew had come to see her before Lucienne went to speak to her master.

Dream stood in the rain, motionless, watching his realm. He didn't move when she came close to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

     "I love you, you know that ?" she asked shyly.

     "I hope so."

     "In wanting to please you, I made a mistake. Your mood changes so easily, you can be so fragile, so sensitive."

     "I'm not fragile." he muttered, continuing to stare into the distance.

     "You are, but that's neither an insult nor the question. I thought... The Corinthian told me that if I don't show my emotions, I won't upset you with them and that you I would be happy. I wanted to help, really. Since you know that I love you, I imagined that it wouldn't change anything. It would be inside, like for you. Sorry."

Finally, Dream turned to her, looking surprised and solemn. He stared at her for a long time, before taking a deep breath.

     "I see. So you made several mistakes, indeed."

     "Dream..."

     "You listened to the Corinthian, a nightmare."

     "I know."

     "You thought it would be good for you to keep your emotions inside, like me. Knowing that my emotions are never really inside, but entirely outside, in the Dreaming, while you should keep your storms in your little heart."

     "I get it, I..."

     "And you believed that I would like you to deprive me of your smile. Of your laughter. That you hide your sadness from me, which I could erase with kisses. Your anger, which I could appease with poems. Your love, which I carry in my chest. All this to make me happy ?"

So Morpheus did something that Y/N hadn't imagined.

He laughed. 

And like he said, his laugh was a little scary. Inhuman. A sound that mortals weren't supposed to hear, that no one was supposed to hear. But he was laughing, and he was smiling, and he came over to kiss her, and Y/N thought she liked that sound a lot.

     "My love, your emotions, all your emotions, are my joy. Do not hide them from me."

     "Okay. But promise me you'll tell me when it's rainy, and why."

     "Very well."

     "And I was right, your laugh is very sweet."

     "Yeah, I guess love makes you blind and deaf."

     "Matthew. Leave us."

     "Yes, boss. Glad it's not raining anymore."

Indeed, the sun had returned as he spoke, a bright sun, and even if the weather could never be perfect, like their relationship, Y/N would do everything to make Morpheus as bright as possible.

#The Sandman #dream of the endless #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless imagine #dream of the endless fanfiction #morpheus #morpheus x reader #morpheus fanfiction

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - Bunch of Stuff Coming in August

July 2023 Wk 5

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Laws of Attraction (Sat iQIYI) 2-3 of 8 - Oh good, we now know that Thailand has the same statutory rape laws as the US. Dub con is as dub con does. MEANWHILE Oh my God I love evil lawyer cutie so much. Him and his beautiful weaponized smile, maybe my new favorite character. I like the way this director is playing with noir mystery tropes, settings, and archetypes too - it’s feeling very 60s pulp, I’m getting gay Travis McGee vibes. Grandma knowing that her grandson likes boys is so sweet. I have to be completely frank here, this is what I wanted from both Manner of Death and KP. I truly love this show

Hidden Agenda that isn’t hidden (Sun GMMTV YouTube) ep 3 of 10 - It’s a very Cyrano de Bergerac kind of narrative... If Cyrano fell in love with Christian instead of Roxanne. Mock date was fun. 

Low Frequency (Sat iQIYI) ep 4 of 8 - Into the lion’s den. Investigation begins. Why isn’t the ghost acting lookout? Who are these random side characters? I’m confused. Half way through kiss is right on schedule tho. 

Wedding Plan (Weds YT & iQIYI) ep 2 of 7 - The kiss was nice, but it’d be nicer if Nuea had punched Lom. Manipulative arse. A trash watch is happening!

Be Mine Super Star (Mon Viki) ep 4 of 12 - Meh. 

Dinosaur Love (Sun iQIYI) ep 5 of 8 eps - The hazing has begun + secret relationship and it’s kinda like a v soft SOTUS. Dino is getting a bit too controlling and obsessive for me so it slid down the ranks. I much prefer La Cusine’s version of this dynamic. The friends protecting Dino’s interests were funny tho - boy is so obsessed he outsources his stalking. 

Be My Favorite (Fri YouTube) ep 10 of 12 - Max is BEST BOY. I hate Kawi. Tra la la. Trash watch here.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Jun & Jun (Korea Thurs Viki) 2 of 8 - Our ex idol is a total FLIRT. Nice to see an uke with agency. I mean baby girl is a newbie worker bee… but still flirty, good for you, sweetie. I see your little lip bite and so does your soon to be husband. Speaking of, I love Choi Jun’s style of seme aggression: a little sleezy + a bit too handsy + ultra clever with his words. Plus tie tug!!! Also threatening to take off your TAILORED suit so baby wears your shirt and smells like you? HOT. Boy you sped right past American style and into Italian - that’s real Corinthian leather, that is. 

Stay By My Side (Taiwan Fri Gaga) 5 of 10 eps - Mid series kiss right on schedule. Thank you for never upsetting me, Taiwan. Omg. Such boyfriends. Only Taiwan gets this sappy. I have to say, I watch this show after Tokyo on purpose. (I need the pallet cleanser.) Still, I’m scared that the perception will be that Bu Xia is using Jiang Chi, not in love with him, when the truth about ghosts comes out. Why doesn’t BX’s useless sister do something for her disaster brother? I guess JC likes a needy boy? Oh no, the kiss confusion. Lip touch but rejection (?). Nooooo. I suppose they have to draw this out for 10 eps. Gah, they’re so cute. But BX is a bit dim, isn’t he? Poor thing. 

Minato's Laundromat Season 2 AKA Minato Shouji Coin Laundry Season 2 (Japan Thu Gaga) 4 of 12 eps - Shin is such a worrywart, over protective, over the top boyfriend. I guess we saw a little bit of give from Minato? More than usual, baby steps. This is Japan after all.

Tokyo in April is... AKA Shigatsu no Tokyo wa (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 7 of 8 - Japan’s favorite trope = the running of the gays. Kazama knows everything now. Ep ends on one of my few triggers. SKIP! Japan you better NOT go there.

Vian the series (Vietnam YouTube ) ep 11-12fin - terrible ending, he turned back into a cat and the whole thing was pointless. I am very annoyed. 4/10 FATALLY FLAWED 

It’s airing but ...

Stay With Me ... NO I WILL NOT! And you can’t make me.

In case you missed it

Stay (Pinoy YouTube) finished its run at 7 eps. It’s mostly English & set in LA (shudder) so I did not bother. I say little to no chatter about this (that’s normal with the Pinoy stuff tho). Did anyone watch and enjoy? 

Next Week Looks Like This:

Coming August 2023

8/1 Stay Still (Hong Kong Tues YouTube) 5 eps - Yes we have had BL from Hong Kong before, but that was... before... who knows what it’ll be like now. Hayden, moves into a new apartment and starts a complicated relationship with his neighbor’s grandson, Damien, after an unexpected kiss. Meanwhile: Archie rekindles a romance with his high school sweetheart, Kelvin, who is now married.

8/11 Love Class Season 2 (Korea Fri Viki) 10 eps - Hyun, Minwoo and Joo-Hyuk are looking forward to their freshman year at college. But trials and tribulations of love that await them outside the classroom: from learning about maturity to being unable to forget the scars of past lovers. (All new cast from season 1.) 

8/12 My Personal Weatherman AKA Taikan Yoho (Japan Sat ????) 8 eps - hum. 

8/19 Love in Translation (Thai Sat One31) ? eps - Two strangers start working in a cafe together.

8/20 My Universe series begins (Thai Sun iQIYI) 24 episodes - This is sampler pack BL, 12 pairs, each pair gets 2 episodes, not entirely sure on the order they’ll drop in. Known couples include EarthBank from Destiny Seeker and KaownahTurbo from Love Stage!!!, mostly fresh faces otherwise. Jane to direct several. 

8/22 Kisseki: Dear to Me formerly known as Miracle (Taiwan Tues ????) 13 eps - From screenwriter Lin Pei Yu (We Best Love, H3: Trapped) features a student doctor forced to take care of a gangster. I love the premise and like the writer, I’m thinking Viki or Gaga will get this one.  

8/24 Man Suang (Thailand movie domestic cinemas) - historical drama about Thai burlesque with KP’s MileApo. Tong is in this one too? 

8/? Sing My Crush previously Follow The Wind (Korea ????) 8 eps - supposed to have released in the first half of 2022 this is a adaption of Myung’s webtoon, from the director of My Sweet Dear, and the Love Tractor production house, looks like Korea does About Youth.

8/? Why R U? (Korean remake)  is supposed to be out this month, filming started in sept 22. I find everything about this hilarious. I mean if Korea remakes it, we lose all the sexy and then... would we have a story at all? No we would not. Not even for six short eps. It’d be like one of those mesh shopping bags. 

We can probably expect a new BL from GMMTV too, to slot into BMF’s spot mid month. 

2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED)

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

I do love a hyung romance, and this aggressive ghost-ish thing is working for me. (Low Frequency) 

Hidden Agenda + My Ride. 

So coy

I agree with @heretherebedork​ that these two make a great side couple but I am utterly in love with...

HER. (All Laws of Attraction.) 

(Last week)

#this week in BL #bl news #BL reviews #korean bl #japanese bl #thai bl #taiwanese bl #Rakutan Viki #gagaoolala #BL coming August 2023 #Vietnamese BL #Laws of Attraction #Hidden Agenda the series #Wedding Plan the series #Low Frequency the series #Be Mine Super Star #Dinosaur Love #Be My Favorite #Jun & Jun #Stay By My Side #Minato Shouji Coin Laundry Season 2 #Shigatsu no Tokyo wa #Vian the series review #Tokyo in April is... #Love Class Season 2 #Kisseki: Dear to Me #Man Suang #Sing My Crush #Why R U?

[ugh-yoongi]

Congrats on the 1k!!!

Can I request an idol boyfriend Namjoon and y/n drabble? Something like they’re on a museum date and Joon is being his intelligent/passionate about art self, talking all the artwork and whatnot, and y/n just gets so turned on so they end up hooking up in a hidden part of the museum? 👀

namjoon being an enthusiastic art heaux? this is right up @effortandmore's alley. thank you for this request, though. this one was fun.

most of the history on the piece described here is from the met's website, here. it's a really interesting and heartbreaking piece; i encourage everyone to check it out.

(also, this is more "waxes poetic about art" than anything else. smut takes me forever to write and i figured you've waited long enough, so you'll have to headcanon it, i am so sorry. also, something about this piece just screamed namjoon to me and i wanted to write it. hope you enjoy anyway!)

nydia

pairing: namjoon x reader (no pronouns used) genre: established relationship au; fluff warnings: can be read as idolverse or not, one mention of suicide (the story behind the sculpture is pretty depressing), light swearing, namjoon being hot and smart, unedited. rating: e for everyone wordcount: 1k

The next gallery you walk into is vast.

Full of windows that cast a mid-afternoon glow on the floor. Stained glass casting colors. In here, everything feels grand. Feels a little overwhelming, reminds you of your place in the world: small, irrelevant, hopeful. You’re standing in a room of giants, both literally and metaphorically.

Namjoon is large on his own, but here it feels endless.

Diana is centered in the room, light dancing across the bronze. As you stare up at her, you wonder if she’s happy with this iteration. If she mourns her original purpose, poised atop one of the city’s most recognizable buildings, now long-gone. Demolished. You wonder if she’s content to be stationary when she used to go the way of the wind.

She’s stunning, even as a replica of her original self, but she’s not what Namjoon came here for.

What Namjoon came here for is also in the center of the room. The marble she’s carved from is more modest than Diana’s glittery bronze, but no less impactful. Her name is Nydia, and Namjoon has been obsessed with her since he’d gotten his hands on a first edition of an old novel, out of place amongst his poetry, but inspired by art and weathered by time and someone else’s devotion to it.

“There she is,” he says, and the room is vast and empty but you could make out the hushed awe in his voice from miles away.

You tuck yourself into his side, feeling just as small next to him as you do next to all of these sculptures. Laugh softly, endlessly endeared, at all the pamphlets he has clutched in his hands. History upon history, always something else to learn, and you could write just as many on the man beside you.

“Tell me about her.”

Namjoon looks down at you. Smiles. Says, “Her name is Nydia,” even though you know that already. “Randolph Rogers sculpted her in 1856. She’s based off of the character from The Last Days of Pompeii.”

You study her. Admire all of her intricacies, all the love that had gone into creating her and telling her story: her closed eyes, the broken Corinthian column lying at her feet, the movement of her dress. You’re vaguely aware of her story, recited to you by Namjoon over the span of three afternoons, one for each volume, so you know enough to know the tragedy, but you’d be able to feel it if you hadn’t.

“In the novel, she was kidnapped and enslaved and rescued by a man named Glaucus. She falls in love with him, but he’s betrothed to Ione.” He sighs, subdued; probably knowing too much about unrequited love. Probably relating too much to the sculpture standing tall before him. “There’s a lot that happens in between, but Vesuvius erupts and Nydia leads Glaucus and Ione to the Bay of Naples, where they’re able to board a ship to safety.”

Namjoon reaches out, careful not to touch, and traces the air along Nydia’s fingertips, her hand that’s raised to her ear. “She’s blind, so she’s used to navigating by sound. Everyone else in Pompeii is unable to see through the ash and rock, but Nydia has never been able to see, so she’s able to get them to the ship by listening to the ocean.”

The two of you share a quiet moment. You wonder what it must’ve been like, living through the chaos of that day. Watching, hearing the world burn down around you, helpless to stop it. Knowing you’re doomed to your fate. You wonder if you would’ve made the same decision as Nydia, if the pain of loving someone who doesn’t love you in return would hurt too much to be selfless. You wonder if it would’ve haunted you.

“What happened to her?”

Namjoon remains quiet. You almost think he doesn’t hear you, but then he answers, just above a whisper: “She decides that death is preferable to the pain of her unrequited love for Glaucus and kills herself. Slips into the sea.”

“Oh.”

The huff of laughter that tumbles out of Namjoon surprises you. “Sorry, baby. Didn’t mean to be depressing.”

“It’s not your fault. I’ll just have to write a strongly-worded letter to Edward Bulwer-Lytton.”

A full-on cackle. “Yeah. Let me know what he says.”

“Probably, ‘Sorry my novel upset you, but I’ve been dead for a hundred and fifty years.’” You sigh, trying to shake off the dregs of sadness. “Tell me about Rogers. Is that less depressing, at least?”

Namjoon lights up the way he always does when you ask him about art: entirely, with his whole being. Looks like the first time you told him you loved him, and you think they’re probably the same, that they say the same thing. “Mostly. C’mere.”

You follow him to another sculpture. Ruth Gleaning, it says. “He carved this one, too. It was his first large-scale work, since he’d mostly sculpted busts of tourists after he moved to Italy. Nydia was much more popular, though; a year or two later he was commissioned by the U.S. to do the bronze doors for the Capitol building. He was also commissioned to do a statue of John Adams but it got lost at sea.” Namjoon looks anguished at this. “Fuck, can you imagine? He had to redo the whole thing.”

“Sounds a lot like you.”

“Wow, rude.”

The two of you share another laugh, but you’re struck by all of what Namjoon is. Intelligent, empathetic, eager. Always wants to bring you into what he loves, always wants to share it. Doesn’t deem anything unworthy of knowing, because you wouldn’t have thought Namjoon would know all of this, the history of an American sculptor forgotten behind the likes of Calder, Nevelson, French. But he has assigned spaces for everything, so of course he knows.

It’s a little overwhelming, how much you love him.

How much you want to know him the way he knows everything else.

The gallery you’re in is vast, but it’s filled with love. An artist’s love for its subject, your love for Namjoon. They say the same thing.

#work: 1kfm #namjoon x reader #namjoon x you #namjoon x y/n #namjoon fluff #namjoon fanfic #namjoon imagine #bts x reader #bts imagines #bts fanfic #jewel answers #jewel writes

[bakerstreethound]

Safe With Us

Relationship: Hobrintheus x gender neutral reader 

Warnings: domestic immortals, consensual polyamory, mentions of eye eating, anxiety, and implied sexual themes

Summary: After a relaxing morning with your lovers, you find your mind racing with tasks you needed to complete for the trip Hob planned on a whim. However, your lovers are quick to lend a hand and ease your worries. 

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound​ (Do NOT copy, repost, claim, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username) 

Word Count: 2.3k+

A/N: I’m late to writing this but my beloved @roguelov​ sent in a kissing prompt months ago and I decided to go ahead and run away with it. I haven’t written a polyamorous fic before but I hope you enjoy the antics of Hob, Corinthian, and Morpheus. Divider by @firefly-graphics​. Fanfic cover designed by me! Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! 

A usual morning for you begins in the kitchen after you untangle yourself from the limbs of your three lovers who string themselves across your bed, each one insisting they should cuddle you. You found it endearing how attentive they are to you and each other. 

You wouldn’t have it any other way, for you adored them more than anything and you would for eternities and lifetimes.

When you do make it to the kitchen, you’re greeted by The Corinthian who also managed to slip away from the pile, and wrapped his lean body in an apron. It looked ridiculous on him, but it fit right, his sunglasses sitting crookedly on his face. He scowled, setting them atop his rumpled hair. 

“Still sleepy?” You inquired, wrapping yourself around him, his back pressing into your chest, shoulders tensing for a moment before relaxing and muttering under his breath. 

“Morpheus wasn’t that mean. He likes putting you in your place is all,” you say, softly stroking Cori’s chest, feeling every edge of his the rise and fall of his steady breathing. You kissed his shoulder, releasing him so he could continue his morning ritual. 

You knew Morpheus could get overzealous in the bedroom with his adoration and by extension, poured out his desires upon Cori. The purple bruises on his neck contrasted against his skin, glimmering and forming a secret map only Morpheus knew. 

You were certain they trailed lower down his chest, his hips likely bruised from Morpheus’ grip. 

Cori didn’t tell you how he lived for your reassurances, those moments where it was the two of you with you on the counter, his lips pressed against yours, losing himself to you and your comfort, the occasional eyeball you would feed him if you infiltrated his stash, a flirty smile when he accepted your offering, his tongue gliding along your two fingers dripping with blood. 

They are sacred moments for the two of you; no words are needed but companionship and familiarity. 

“Morning loves!” Hob’s boisterous voice fills the cozy kitchen as he drags a bedraggled Morpheus along, who clung to him like a koala, his starry eyes meeting yours, gazing at you softly, traces of sleep apparent, but a fond smile tugged at his lower lip. 

You smiled back at them both, hugging Corinthian again before hopping off the counter and turning your attention to Hob and Morpheus who crushed you in their embrace, one soft and warm, the other cool and breezy, like the gentle night wind. 

You could lose yourself in all of them for hours. This was where you felt safe and nowhere else you’d rather be than with the three of them. 

You continued in your ritual of making hot chocolate, calm in the rhythm you’ve come to embrace over the years. 

You did your best to push aside the impending list of errands you’ve been neglecting for over a month from your mind, the upcoming trip you’d planned with your trio in the farthest corner out of reach. Packing and planning destinations was a whole other ballgame you didn’t want to muddle over right then. 

Morpheus’ gaze fell upon you, glassy starry-eyed and you welcomed him into your arms after settling at the table, the steaming cup of cocoa before you, letting your thoughts slip away, calmed as you stroked through the messy strands of Morpheus’ hair. 

Hob whistled when he passed by, piling the eggs he scrambled from the skillet onto a large plate and setting it on the middle of the table. ‘Aren’t you two the cutest, wouldn’t you say, Cori?” 

“If I agree they’re going to complain.” Corinthian chewed on a piece of bacon, placing it next to the eggs and pressing a kiss to your forehead, pulling away from Hob’s shoulder squeeze; he wasn’t the most affectionate around Hob, yet, preferring his creator and you to provide affection. 

Hob shrugged in understanding, pressing a kiss to both you and Morpheus’ cheeks before joining you properly at the table while Morpheus continued to sit in your lap, shrinking himself to the size of a cat. 

You don’t mind, enjoying the comfortable silence passing between you. You cherished these lazy mornings with your loves and could think of nothing better. You definitely did not want to take another moment to think of the countless errands you’ve fallen behind in the meantime. 

Still, the thought continued to plague you beyond breakfast well onto midmorning where you struggled to check a single thing off of your never-ending list. Work was in a few days and you still had so much to do to prepare for your vacation Hob booked last minute, insisting the beach was a much-needed investment for all of you. 

You had to admit, Corinthian complaining about getting sunburned was hilarious, not that he had anything to worry about in the slightest; he liked to rile up Hob the majority of the time. 

“Hob, you can’t make me go, I’ll get sunburned.” Corinthian groaned when he looked up from the paper sighing heavily from his favorite armchair.  

Hob rolled his eyes, from where he was draped over Morpheus who held his hand, rubbing circles on it with his thumb. “What the hell do you mean? Morpheus made you out of sand, you’re not getting out of it that easily, old boy.” 

“A break would be nice,” Morpheus mumbled, and you raised a brow in turn from your armchair across from Cori. 

“Oh, come on it’ll be good old-fashioned bonding time. I already booked the house for the four of us in two weeks, there’s no backing out. I insist,” Hob grumbled, “The lot of you are a piece of work.” 

“Well we are workaholics, you have that right,” you remarked, turning a page of your book. 

“Don’t I know it? It’s like the lot of you have no concept of relaxation, especially the both of you,” Hob glared at you playfully before Morpheus pressed his lips to Hob’s silencing the protests.  

A rattling noise brought you back to the present, with Hob battling the coffee machine, as it was likely turned to the wrong setting, courtesy of Cori. 

He sighed in frustration, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose, looking the part of a bedraggled professor on a typical Monday morning as he changed after eating. His cardigan pulled over the fitted short-sleeved shirt he wore, paired with the tailored trousers looked impeccable on him, rounding out the look. 

You made a mental note to yourself to steal the cardigan one day.

“How you manage to look nice after the night we have astounds me,” Corinthian grumbles, a fraction of an easy half-smile on his lips before he pecks your cheek, ruffling the now normal-sized Morpheus’ hair as he swaggered by, a newspaper in hand before settling in his large highbacked armchair in the living room.  

You murmured incoherently, trying to focus on the list before you desperately wanted to do anything except the one task today. “It’s the Hob charm I assure you. No way I could look nice after the lot of you are through kissing me.” 

“We do like to kiss you, that is certain, along with other things,” Morpheus’ voice grazed your ear, familiar warmth flowing through your body your mind wandering to the hours of the night they had you captured in their arms, a hand around your throat, a pair gripping your hips, in your hair, all-consuming, making you lose your mind over and over. You couldn’t get enough and never would. 

“At this rate, you three will have me locked in the house the rest of the day and I have countless things to do. If you’ve forgotten we have that vacation to plan for, which, by the way, means we have to shop, clean, and get supplies and who knows what else!” Your hands gripped your hair tightly, breathing ragged while regaining some semblance of your composure. 

You hadn’t meant to cause such an outburst, but sometimes when all was quiet and still, you craved chaos, the unpredictable, afraid when all was too calm, there was a great disposition on the horizon. 

However, that disposition seventy-five percent of the time always came back to you. 

“Shhh it’s alright we’re here. We can take care of things, right?” Hob cupped your face resting his forehead against yours before kissing you gently, wandering off to grab your notepad from the table as Morpheus wrapped around behind you, his chest sure and steady offering support. Nevertheless, you are thankful for it and let yourself fall back into his embrace. 

If Cori had eyes, you are sure he’d be rolling them into the back of his head by now, but he swooped by, kissing your forehead, not uttering a sound, his eye teeth clicking at the sound of your weary sigh. 

Your chest fluttered, awakened by all the attention, baffled. "You're all so good to me….I don't understand it." 

Morpheus' lips found your neck, not paying an ounce of attention to your outburst and your protests when Cori draws nearer to kiss you properly, his tongue swiping along your lower lip, making you groan. 

Hob nodded in approval. "Much better." He scribbled notes down on the paper, glasses perched precariously on the bridge of his nose and you wanted to peel that cardigan off of the longer you looked at him. 

You couldn't think beyond the kisses that were bestowed upon you and soon forgot about the next day and the following week when you're tossed in the middle of the large bed, Corinthian settling behind you, Morpheus on your front. 

You certainly don't complain when they're this attentive, a shiver going down your spine when Corinthian reached out for Morpheus, pulling him into his arms, devouring his lips fervently. 

Their moans fill the large homey room you'd spent many a day in filled with countless memories and moments you stashed away for a lifetime. 

Soon you caught a glimpse of Hob leaning against the doorway, notepad in hand, twirling a pen between his fingers, looking upon the three of you, still scribbling away marking up and down the paper’s margins, unfazed by the makeout session. 

However, you knew him well enough to see it took most of -if not all his restraint to join his lovers and let himself indulge in your whims. 

“Hob, you’ve been a dear, but please join us.” You pouted, swiping your tongue along your lower lip, watching the pen in Hob’s hand wavering, eyes snapping to attention, fixated upon you, dragging over to Morpheus and Corinthian tangled fighting for dominance in a quiet dance of their own.

 "You're insufferable." 

"You created me and that's your problem," Cori quipped back, pinning Morpheus beneath him, devouring his creator, who responded in kind, clawing at his creation’s back, digging his nails in deep. 

No matter how many times they tried to deny it, once they had their hands on each other, they were impossible to stop, of that you and Hob knew. 

Hob sighed, leaking over to your embrace, mumbling under his breath.

"I agree we're all insufferable, Hob." That earned a smile on his soft face and you kiss him as if your life depended on it and in a way it did. You couldn't have been more grateful for him or Corinthian and Morpheus.

 "Get in here you lump," Cori muttered backing away from Morpheus who left ample bite marks along his neck, the purple bruises more prominent, and slight teeth indentions making his skin look all the more inviting. 

Without hesitation, Morpheus pulled Hob into his arms, yelping at the sudden touch, yet the smile on his face was bright and full of love and grace. Meanwhile Corinthian scooted closer to you, pulling you up to straddle his thigh, his lips cool and warm along your neck before connecting with your lips drowning out your thoughts.  

You’re surprised by each kiss they bestowed upon you and how easily your worries drifted away, the simplicity of them being near you and kissing you enough to calm the raging storm within. 

You sighed in bliss, murmuring praises to them as Hob and Morpheus come over on the other side of you, cocooning you in their warmth. Cori ruffled your hair as he laid you on the bed next to him, kissing your forehead once more a fond expression etched along his face. 

Even with a lack of eyes, you can tell he is being sincere, his usually cold heart open only to you and his other lover (even still, getting used to Hob was still a work in progress). Hob’s arms draped around you next and you smile, utterly content and happy.

"I'm still sorry for being such an inconvenience…." 

Hob's lips brushed along yours. "Love, it's not a problem. I- we'd do anything for our favorite person." 

"Everything is going to be alright, darling." Morpheus tumbles on top of you much to Hob’s dismay burrowing against your chest and giving you a kiss before settling in properly his cloak draped around him for warmth as he tosses a sharp glare at Hob.

Cori hummed quietly, enjoying the moment, albeit used to the bickering. “Can’t blame you, Hob. Morpheus was your favorite person before me.

“You’re all of our favorite person,” Morpheus grumped.

Cori muttered in annoyance once more his eye teeth clicking, as he runs a hand along Morpheus' back causing his creator to purr in content. 

There you stayed, nestled in the warmth of your lovers, their reassurances warming you, sparking your confidence, safe and sound with them. 

Everything would be alright, each of their kisses drowning out your doubts while they continued drawing you in their warmth and love. You playfully shoved Hob’s hand away, your back met with his bare chest and shivered.

"Hob keep your hands to yourself,” you murmur playfully as his hand wraps around your waist. 

“Not a chance, dear one. Not a chance." 

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[gabessquishytum]

Okay this idea won't leave me alone so I'm giving it to you. 

Hob and Dream are married, and their favorite form of foreplay is to go to bars/clubs and Hob will act single, find someone to flirt with and dance all over, making out and grinding, while Dream sits at the bar and watches. (Maybe Dream likes to point out people he thinks Hob would like??)

It's never gone past heavy petting, Hobs never gone home with anyone, Dream just likes to watch him be a Slut. But they've discussed it, the idea of Hob going home with someone if he finds someone he really vibes with. 

Then one night Hob runs into an ex situationship, an almost but never the right time friend. And Dream can tell there is something different about this one to all the others, so he encourages Hob to go home with them. Dream will get all the dirty details later of course. (Dealers choice who the friend is)

Hob points out Dream across the room and explains the deal and his friend is Very Much Into It, so they go home together. 

And as they're starting to get busy, Hobs friend pulls out a set of bluetooth earbuds and is like "if your husband likes to watch, and wants to hear the details, maybe he'd like to listen?" 

So Hob calls Dream, and him and his friend each wear one of the earbuds so Dream can hear all the dirty talk and moaning and Sounds. Dream is back at home listening to Hob get railed within an inch of his life and he's never been more turned on.

Ohhhh this is so fucking hot I love this for them!!!! This is definitely something we should explore more because Dream WOULD love to watch his lovely Hob being a slut. He just would.

Hob is so fuckable I can just imagine this scenario with so many people...

Destruction - Hob spends the whole night moaning and whining because his cock is so big. Dream totally gets off when he hears Destruction asking Hob if his husband can split him open so wide? Cause it definitely seems like Hob’s slutty hole likes being absolutely stretched to the limit.

Corinthian - He takes great delight in the idea of cucking Hob’s husband, and spends most of the night fucking Hob’s face so Dream can hear him slurping and choking as much as possible. His dirty talk is weird, but in a hot way. Lots of devouring and consuming... Dream is kinda into it.

Joanna - She gives Hob the spanking of his life and spends a lot of time directly talking to Dream through the bluetooth, treating Hob like he's just a toy or a pet. Then she sits on Hob’s face and lets Dream enjoy those particular noises. She rounds it all off by making Hob beg for her strap, which he does happily.

I'm sure there are plenty more characters who could get involved. I feel like this needs a multi chapter kink fic where Hob gets railed by a different character each chapter, and Dream delightedly listens in <3333

#the sandman #dreamling #hob x everyone

[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. 

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[amberlynnmurdock]

Blind Faith (Ch. 13)

Chapter Thirteen: The Devil Has Many Disguises

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: You take up Zach's offer to have dinner at his apartment.

WARNINGS: attempted assault, getting drugged, losing consciousness, side effects of drugs

A/N: PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION! This was a tough chapter to write because I didn't want to write anything too crazy but also not anything not-crazy... this was always in the plan/outline. PLEASE be aware of what you drink when you go out! It's a crazy world. I know this subject can be sensitive. I KNOW. I took this seriously in school and something I always thought was I wish Daredevil was real so sick people could get the justice they deserve! With that said, I hope you like this update, because I can't wait for the next one!

Tags at the end!

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2 Corinthians 11:14-15 And no wonder, for Satan himself masquerades as an angel of light.

Office of Nelson & Murdock

Rain pattered softly against the windows of Nelson & Murdock. It was a quiet and calm day, completely opposite of what you felt inside. Inside, your heart was racing at the thought of your plans tonight, your mind felt like you were thinking a million different things at the same time, and in the pit of your stomach was an excitement you hadn’t felt since the beginning of summer. 

A week had gone by since the Bar dinner, and Zach was successful in his attempts to ask you out on a date—was it a date? Tonight, you were to go to his apartment just a little uptown to have dinner and discuss all things LSAT and law school. What really won you over was his genuineness, even over the phone. 

Gone was the slightly cocky, sure-of-himself lawyer you met at the dinner. Instead, Zach actually seemed shy and sweet on the phone. He blamed his attitude on the alcohol, which you’ll admit, you blamed yours on that as well. If you were comfortable enough to come to his apartment, he offered to have dinner there and show you his library of law school books and whatnot. 

“Excited for tonight?” Karen asked as she walked past your desk to drop off a few files for you to input into the system. She smiled and sat on the corner of your desk, pushing a strawberry blonde strand behind her ear. 

“I am,” you admitted, feeling your cheeks turn hot. You spoke in a low voice, so Matt or Foggy couldn’t hear. “I mean, a free fancy dinner and LSAT help? It really can’t get that much better for me right now.”

“I’m sure you’ll have a good time,” Karen said. “Text me, though, if you feel uncomfortable at all or if the date seems to be going wrong, or if he just grosses you out. I’ve had my fair share of dipping on dates early.”

You laughed, “Well, let’s hope it doesn’t go down like that.” 

Karen told you more about the files she dropped on your desk—most of them didn’t have to be put in until Monday, and instead you could use most of the day to read and learn them first. Foggy came out of his office, whooshing past you and Karen, and straight into Matt’s office.

Matt locked himself in his office all week, seemingly avoiding any small talk or conversations. He must’ve been busy with his cases—there were a lot more coming in this week—or so you thought. No, Matt’s mind was occupied with something else, something that’s been slowly eating at him since the Bar dinner last week. 

He sits in his office quietly, one earbud connected to his Orbit reader, the other trying not to eavesdrop on your conversation with Karen, but who was he kidding? He knows Zach has been reaching out to you the entire week, trying to invite you to his apartment for dinner… but something wasn’t right. Matt didn’t know what it was, but something didn’t feel right. 

So what did he do? What he does best—investigate that annoying, hard-to-ignore intuition. Earlier this week, he decided to pay a visit to Landman & Zack on his lunch break without telling anyone. Like clockwork, Zach’s been calling you right at 1:00 p.m. 

Matt was able to listen in from the third floor of Landman & Zack’s building, from the inside of a broom closet, all the way up to the 10th floor where Zach’s office was.

“Hello?” 

“Miss __,”

“Is this Zach?”

“It sure is,” he chuckled lightly over the phone. 

“How can I help you, Zach?” 

“Well, I—I haven’t stopped thinking of our meeting at the dinner last week. I was wondering if I could see you again.”

“You were, were you?”

“Yes,” Zach said, with a hint of impatience only Matt could hear. “I was.”

“Hmm.”

“I was serious about the LSAT help, but I was also thinking we could combine dinner with that, at my apartment uptown?”

“I’m not usually one to go to someone’s house on a first date.”

“None of that,” Zach shook his head. “I just want to help, that’s all. And treat you to dinner, of course.”

It wasn’t the way Matt could hear Zach tapping a pencil on his desk, or the way Matt knew the palms of his hands were sweaty that was off-putting, but it was the way Zach’s heart was beating when he spoke those last few lines to you—about wanting to help.

He was lying. 

And since that moment, Matt’s been contemplating what the right thing to do was. So, by locking himself in his office and avoiding your presence, he thought the answer would come to him—well, it was clear, but it was a matter of whether he should ignore it or not. He listens to you as you gush to Karen about your plans with Zach tonight. He doesn’t realize how tightly he’s clenching his jaw until Foggy walks into his office, seemingly picking up on what your plans are. 

“Hey man,” Foggy greets casually, “can we talk?” Matt leans forward on his desk as Foggy shuts his door. 

“What’s up?” Matt asks. 

“I didn’t want to ask to be weird, so I figured I’d come to you. Did—what happened at the Bar dinner last week? We sort of talked about it, but I don’t think I got the full scope,” Foggy explained, gesturing to you and Karen. 

Matt sighed and ran his hand over his cheek in annoyance. “We ran into an old colleague of ours,” Matt said with a forced smile, “Zachary Zack.”

“I gathered that, but—is—don’t tell me that asshole is coming onto her,” Foggy said. He runs his hand through his long blonde locks. “That guy got everything handed to him at that firm because of his father! And now, he thinks he can just cozy up to one of our employees and bribe her to leave us?”

“He’s not bribing her, Fog—he’s trying to win her over, see her—I don’t know,” Matt said exasperated. “You should’ve heard him at the party. He’s the same pompous asshole as he always was.”

“What, you mean like ask her out on a date?” Foggy asked with concern. “He asked her out, and that’s what she and Karen are talking about?” 

Matt nodded his head slowly. Hearing it said out loud caused Matt to feel an uncomfortable rush in his chest. He hands turned to fists as he took a deep breath. 

“He gave her his number at the party. I’m assuming she must’ve messaged him because he’s been calling her every day. Yesterday, he finally asked her to dinner at his apartment and to help her with the LSAT.” 

“Jesus…” Foggy sighed. “I mean, I don’t want to scare her or tell her what to do, but Zack was bad news back then. I wouldn’t want him to hurt her or take advantage—what’s his intention?”

“I don’t know,” Matt said cooly. “But I do know he lied to her about wanting to help.”

“Lied—how do you know?”

Matt sighed and took off his dark red glasses. 

“The other day, I took my lunch and decided to go to Landman & Zack, right before I knew he would call her. I…listened to their conversation and could hear Zach’s heartbeat. He was lying, Foggy,” Matt whispered. “I don’t like that.” 

“What should we do?” Foggy asked. 

“Not we,” Matt shook his head. “What am I going to do.” 

“God Matt,” Foggy shook his head, “you really think it could be that serious?” 

“I don’t know,” Matt answered. “Just to make sure she’s safe, I’ll follow her. That’s all. If he seems fine, then I’ll leave. Maybe his heartbeat was a product of nerves asking her.”

“Maybe,” Foggy said. “Well, be careful. And make sure she’s safe.”

Matt nodded as Foggy left the room. He sat there for a moment, thoughts swimming in his head—he thought of the last night you banished him from his life, as the man in the mask, as Daredevil, as your savior. He thought of the very first night he ever met you, the first night you shared on your rooftop. This wasn’t about his feelings for you anymore, or his heartache, or yours—it was about making sure you were safe. 

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Entering the last case in the system, you nervously watched as the clock finally struck 5:00 p.m. Karen was gathering her bags and jacket and Foggy was almost halfway out the door. He stopped in Matt’s office for something and then wished you a good weekend, and to be safe. 

“You too, Fog,” you smiled. He looked at you with a soft expression before heading out. Karen walked by your desk to wish the same thing. 

“Let me know how it goes,” she said quietly. “Great job today, by the way.”

“Thank you,” you blushed. “Have a good weekend!” 

She said goodbye to Matt and shut the door quietly. You finished typing your last sentence before you began to pack your own things up. 

Zach said to come by his apartment anytime after work, so you weren’t going to put pressure on yourself to get ready in a rush. Though, you did want to get there at around eight o’clock. 

As you were about to head out, you noticed Matt was still sitting at his desk, hunched over a pile of papers, running his fingers over the braille. He was so concentrated, you weren’t sure if you should slip out or wish him a good weekend. He may have felt your presence, you weren’t sure, but he looked up behind his dark red glasses as you stood in the doorway. 

“Heading out?” Matt asked. 

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Just wanted to say goodbye and have a good weekend. Got any plans?” 

Matt chuckled a little as if to say, me, plans? 

“Not really,” Matt answered. “Think I’ll take this weekend to relax, maybe catch up on work.”

“You’re always working,” you smiled and spoke softly. “Why don’t you take a break and actually relax?” 

“I take a break, the cases pile up even more,” Matt said. “Do you have any plans?” 

“Not much going on. I am—I’m going to have dinner with that old colleague of yours, Zach?” You told Matt. “Took him up on his offer to help me with studying. He’s making dinner, too.”

“Hm,” Matt replied, “that’s good. A date?”

“I’m not sure,” you laughed nervously. Telling Matt these things treaded weird territory, but you felt comfortable enough to talk to him like this. You remembered that night outside of Josie’s when you confided in him about your savior. “What was he like? When you worked with him, I mean. How was he?”

Matt shifted in his seat. You wanted to say never mind, but then he started to speak. 

“He was… loud.”

“Don’t hold back now,” you smirked. 

“He was a little pretentious. I don’t know if you know, but his father is the elder Zack. I never worked that closely with him, but everyone knew who he was.”

“Hm,” you answered thoughtfully, “why did you and Foggy leave?”

“We didn’t agree with how they ran their firm,” Matt said. 

“Interesting,” you replied. “Well, I guess I’ll let you know if he’s still pretentious.”

“I’m sure not much has changed,” Matt laughed, “But I hope it goes well. I really, really do.”

With that, you smiled once more at Matt, before leaving him alone in his office. 

⠋⠁⠊⠞⠓ Uptown 8 PM 

Zach’s apartment was a little bit uptown, but not much. Just like you were stunned at the venue of the Bar dinner, your reaction to his apartment was no different. On the 12th floor, his apartment had a beautiful view of Manhattan, especially at night—the building lights twinkled as you looked out his giant living room windows. He had an open floor plan, so when you first walked in you basically saw almost all of his apartment. To the right was a kitchen with a white marble countertop, and to the left was a small dining room with the same countertop. In front was the large living room, and beautiful large windows. 

He was in his kitchen, keeping an eye on the linguine he was boiling. That and the shrimp in the pan smelled delicious. 

“Like the view?” He called from the kitchen. Separating you was his large living space, with a tan suede moon crescent-shaped couch. The ceiling had a diamond chandelier and a glass coffee table. You were happy you opted to wear a white silk shirt and matching skirt. For some reason, you had a feeling his apartment would be minimalistic and classy. 

“I do,” you answered, “but nothing I haven’t seen before.” 

He laughed as he stirred the pasta. “Guess the view of the city all depends on where you stand. Wait til I show you my library.” You looked at him—he wore a white button-down shirt and khakis. His blonde hair looked more warm in the lighting. 

“The library,” you repeated. “Where all your law books are?”

“And even more,” he smiled brightly—his chiseled smile caused goosebumps to form on your arms. “Do you want some chardonnay?” 

“Please,” you accepted his offer. He turned the stove on medium heat before grabbing a brand new bottle from his separate wine cellar. Bringing out two large wine glasses, you watched as he poured you the cold, golden liquid. 

“Say when,” he said, catching your eyes. Your heart leaped. 

“When,” you smiled. 

Zach raised his glass—you mirrored him as the wine glasses clinked. He held your gaze for a moment before you both took a sip of wine. It tasted sweet. You blushed and looked away. 

Suddenly, the pot on the stove overflowed. Zach immediately turned the stove down and took the lid off the pot, scratching the back of his head. 

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly, “I’m not much of a chef. Why don’t I show you the library now?” 

You laughed, sort of caught off guard by how he seemed unsure of himself. Taking another sip of wine, you nodded your head. 

He walked you down a narrow hallway in his apartment. At the end of the hall was a glass door, away from the view of the city. When Zach pressed a light switch on the wall, the room lit up a soft glow and your reaction was similar to the first time you saw the giant blue whale hanging in the middle of the Museum of Natural History. You were in awe.

“The rest of the collection is at my dad’s,” Zach laughed as he watched you gape in the room. Against each wall were bookshelves lined with the most beautiful leather-bound books. Between blank spaces were the scales of justice, or a mini statue of lady justice. At the front of the room was a long mahogany desk with two lamps on either side and a quill and ink bottle for style. You gravitated towards it, running your fingers over the smooth wood. 

“Where are the LSAT books? Could we take a look?”

“When dinner’s over and we have some more drinks in us,” Zach smiled. Part of your heart fell from disappointment, but it made sense to not rush into what you came here for. Plus, you were really hungry. And this wine was delicious. 

By the time you made it back to the kitchen, you finished your wine. You took a seat in a golden chair at the marble table and looked at this side of the room. There was a long mirror against the wall and some house plants in each corner. Zach wasn’t much for decorating, you could tell. 

With his back to you in the kitchen, Zach poured you another glass of chardonnay. He brought you your glass before he went back and prepared two plates of shrimp linguine. You drank from the wine glass and started to feel that familiar buzz wine gave you. 

“Dinner’s served,” Zach smiled as he sat in the seat next to you. It smelled delicious—you wasted no time twisting your fork in the pasta and taking your first bite with a small piece of shrimp. 

“This is amazing,” you breathed, “wow.” 

“Thank you,” Zach nodded, “it's a recipe from my grandmother. It goes perfectly with the chardonnay.”

“It really does,” you said, taking another sip of the wine. “I’m actually not much of a wine drinker, but I do enjoy it occasionally with dinner.”

“I love it,” Zach smiled. 

“So, I have a question,” you began. “What was it like working with my bosses?”

“Nelson and Murdock?” Zach questioned, “I didn’t work with them that closely. They weren’t even there that long. To be honest, they seemed a little too soft for this field.”

“Woah,” you said in defense, “these are my bosses you’re talking about—be careful, Zack,” you squinted your eyes playfully. Zach shrugged his shoulders, seemingly serious about what he was saying. 

“Being a lawyer isn’t all about justice. I learned that the hard way,” Zach said, “it’s more than just lady justice and good vs. evil. It’s a business. You’ll learn that in law school.”

You didn’t agree with what he said. The whole point of the justice system was to serve justice—it’s not all business and it’s not all money. 

“Maybe it’s business for Landman & Zack, but not for Nelson & Murdock,” you gently argued. 

“That’s why our building is on Fifth Ave and yours is off a corner in the Kitchen,” he said rather smugly. Not wanting to push the matter further—clearly, there was some weird tension between Zach and your bosses--you smiled and took another bite of linguine. 

After your next sip of wine, you placed the glass next to your plate, and there was something unsettling about the way the liquid splashed on the glass. You watched curiously as if in slow motion, as the cold wine splashed outside the wine glass and on the back of your hand. You felt an inclination to react, but you sat there, staring in confusion. 

“You okay?” You heard Zach’s voice, which strangely sounded muffled. Were you drunk already, after only one and a half glasses in? You knew wine could have this effect on you—your wine drunk was different from your tequila drunk—but why were you such a lightweight tonight? 

“Yeah,” you said or tried to say—your voice felt like it was a thousand miles away from you, and you were still staring at the glass and your hand covered in the sweet, sticky liquid. Did you even hear your voice? Were you going deaf? Where did this loud ringing sound come from? 

You watched as Zach dabbed your hand with a napkin. You flinched at his touch and tried to bring your hand close to you, but it felt like it weighed a ton. You couldn’t move it. It was like when your arm fell asleep from sleeping on it wrong—not even a pinch you could feel. Your eyes fell to your shrimp linguine, which suddenly was nauseating to look at, even smell. The linguine noodles looked like a bowl of just yellow, with a few orange dots that tried to be shrimp. You shut your eyes, blinked really hard, and opened them to feel even more dizzy. 

“Something’s not right,” you said weakly, so softly you weren’t even sure Zach heard you. Your tongue felt thick. Your heart started to pound, no, hammer in your chest—not a rapid beat from adrenaline, but an agonizingly slow and steady beat—you could hear it in your ears, your pulse, like a hammer was hitting your chest from the inside, telling you that something wasn’t right. An impending feeling of fear washed over you like an ice-cold wave, but at the same time, everything started to feel too hot. 

“Let’s lay you down,” Zach’s muffled voice said. You tried to get up from the seat but even that was too difficult. You could barely hold onto the armchairs. Zach expertly got up and pulled your seat out, lifting you from behind. You stood on your feet but nearly fell over the table. Your glass of wine spilled across the table, the glass shattering into pieces. “Let’s lay you down,” he says again.

“I don’t feel good,” you slurred. It was the strangest thing you’ve ever felt, a mix of terror and confusion. You were still wondering how you ended up so drunk, and why you suddenly felt a strong urge to go home. You could barely walk, let alone stand. Zach was practically dragging you to the long, suede couch. And you’re not sure if you tripped, but you flung onto the couch and landed on your side, feeling your whole body weigh you down like you were made of sand bags. Your heart was still hammering slowly in your chest, and you felt like you were sinking. Sinking into doom, into fear, into an abyss you couldn’t crawl out of. Sinking in a dream you couldn’t wake up from. 

The only way you could describe it was like being in the middle of a terrible, terrible nightmare—the worst you could think of—and just as things were about to get terrifying, just as whatever dream-maker had control over your dreams was going to commence the final act of doom, you think you will wake up to sweet relief and reality—except, the nightmare keeps going, and this is your reality. Tunnel vision now. You can barely see. 

“You said you wanted to lay down,” Zach appeared over your head now, his once-blue eyes now beady as he looked down at you. His fingers felt meaty as they forced you to look up at him. You furrowed your brows—I wanted to lay down? I asked?—you tried to wipe your hair out of your face but an unpleasant grip took your wrist and threw it above your head. You felt heavy, numb, powerless. 

“Shh,” Zach cooed in a sing-song voice, “it’s okay, you wanted this. Remember?” He’s leaning over you now, and you’re watching as he begins to unbutton your white shirt. 

You don’t remember. You don’t remember how you ended up on the couch, and his voice made you turn your face and push into the soft velvet cushion, away from him, an attempt to escape. An attempt to have any kind of control. To hide. 

And then suddenly, his body weight on top of you was gone, like an intense pressure on your chest immediately disappearing. 

You looked at the soft, suede, tan-colored couch. The sort of color that reminds you of old peeling wallpaper in a doctor’s office; uninviting, ugly, yellow and dry. Before, the color of this couch was ordinary—but with your cheek pressed against it and you lying on your side, you see the color for what it is. Boring, ugly, and something you absolutely hate to look at. And you want to hold onto anything familiar in your mind—a familiar feeling, a familiar image, but you can’t. You’re breathing heavily, and your eyes feel like they weigh a ton. You struggle to keep them open but now the room looks like it's spinning from the way you lie—like a washing machine. You see a figure in black moving around before black is simply all you see. 

Hell’s Kitchen 12 AM 

The first thing you wake up to is your uncontrollable shaking. It reminds you of a time when you were in middle school and you came down with the flu. You remembered being wrapped in a hoodie and sweatpants and socks, under thick blankets, and shivering like you were out in the cold. Your mom brought you chicken soup and your dad put on your favorite cartoon. There was a huge difference between then and now. You were shivering, but there wasn’t that familiar feeling of home. Only panic.

Your eyes shoot open and it takes you a moment to realize you’re not in a room you recognize—your eyes first land on dojo-type sliding doors, a soft glow coming behind them. You look around a little more, and there’s not much in the room except for a wooden armoire tucked in the corner and tiny windows in the front. Bright, neon lights shine through them before they disappear again. You shut your eyes once more. It’s then you realize you have an IV in your arm. A strange, tight pinch in the middle of your arm, on your most delicate skin. 

You shoot up in bed, shaking, and your head pounding. The bed you were in must be king-size, covered in dark silk sheets. Black or dark blue, you couldn’t tell. You’ve never slept in silk sheets before. At the edge of the bed are more folded blankets, and you immediately grab them, desperate for some more warmth. Throwing them over yourself, you immediately lay back down, cautious of the IV in your arm. Your teeth started to clatter. 

You’ve been wanting to avoid the only answer that brought you here. You didn’t even want to say his name, think of him, or that God-awful voice he used… 

Tears welled in your eyes—you can’t remember much other than that. You don’t remember how it happened, all you know now was you were in bed, with an IV in your arm. Tears streamed down your face, and the familiar hammering heartbeat started in your chest again. It wasn’t from terror, but sadness. You felt so incredibly sad, and you didn’t know why. Your whole body felt weak and cold. Your chest felt heavy. 

You jumped when you saw the dojo doors slide open slightly. Wiping your tears and holding your breath, you looked around nervously for a weapon to use against whoever stood behind the doors. 

You felt immense relief and confusion when you saw your savior step into the room—his room, you concluded. It had been months since you’d seen him, the lightness that filled your chest was telling you—that you missed him, so much. But what strange circumstances were you in now? 

“M-Mike?” God, even your voice was quivering and hard to mask. “What—you brought me here?” 

He was silent in his movements, his face half covered and in his usual black outfit. You were relieved it was him but confused all the same. Did he know where you were? How? Did he save you? 

Of course, he did. 

“Yes,” he said, slowly walking over to you. You flinched, for some reason, like second nature as he got closer. He stopped in his movements and held up his hands. “It’s me. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I know,” you said in a shaky voice, pulling your knees to your chest. “I don’t know why I flinched.“

“It’s okay,” he said softly. “Can I sit next to you?”

“Yeah,” you answered weakly, more like a desperate plea. “Yes.” 

“Okay,” he nodded, and you scooted over a little to give him room. The bed dipped when he sat down. You stayed in your fetal position, shaking. You wanted to reach up and touch him, but you were all too weak. “How do you feel?” He asked, even though he knew the answer was obvious. 

“I can’t stop shaking like I have a fever,” you said. “My head is pounding. My throat is dry.”

“You do have a fever, but the IV is helping bring it down,” your savior explained softly. 

“Did you hook me up to it?”

He shook his head. “No. A friend did.” 

“Mike,” you whispered, “what happened to me?” Your voice cracked at your question, and your savior’s throat bobbed, like this was hard for him, too.

“Nothing happened to you,” he said softly. “I didn’t let him.” 

“Did he… I felt like everything was fine and then suddenly I couldn’t walk. Did he slip my drink something?” 

Your savior didn’t speak, he only nodded. “You’re experiencing the side effects now. It’ll be in your system for 12 hours, but the IV is flushing it out.”

“Oh my, God,” you cried, “oh my, God,” you cried into his silk pillow, feeling something tighten in your chest. You felt his warm hand on your shoulder, caressing your skin. You sobbed, hiccuping cries, and your savior stayed there, holding your arm. 

“__,” he said your name after your cries softened. “You’re with me.” 

You opened your eyes and wiped your tears, looking at your savior. Slowly drawing his hand away from you, he reached behind the back of his head and pulled his black mask loose. With his head down, he slowly drew it back and off his face, and you swore you couldn’t tell if you believed who you saw or if the drug's side effects were still in your system because you were looking at Matt Murdock right in his hazel-brown eyes.

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[landwriter]

Heya, I love your writing and taste in things.

I’ve finished (and loved) everything you’ve posted <3

Are there any sandman fics that have tickled your fancy lately?

Thank you so much!!! I sadly do not have time to read near as much Sandman fic as I'd like, but I have scoured both my memory and my bookmarks on AO3 (all twelve of them) and dug up some absolutely wonderful stories - hope at least one or two of these is new to you?!

I am probably a bit weird in this, but I don't bookmark fics I love (which is really nearly all I've read) insamuch as fics that have done something in particular that I think is so well-executed or clever or inspiring that I want to be able to study it like a creature in its own right. Usually these are stories that have the traits I admire most in fiction: economy of language, being very fucking funny, making me viscerally uncomfortable, or outright haunting me.

I loved reading all of them but your mileage may vary! Caveat lector like more than half of these are smut and/or violent so please check the tags against your own preferences. Several long-winded recs with excerpts and explanations under the cut:

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The Birthday of the Beast | @slythernim | Dream/Hob | T | 3.3K

Father Almighty, though I have long not been your servant, I remain your unmanageable son. Here on Earth, closer to Hell than to Heaven, as I celebrate perhaps the least holy of holy days, I must imagine myself like unto Lucifer more than as Michael, that he and I might together make of the darkness a place for humanity to grow. He blows out the candles. 

Hob turns 666. Extremely fun fic by Nym that features incredible characterization within a very short space, Catholicism, Lucifer, and of course, gets a very special birthday gift. But you shall have to read the fic to see what it is. Read everything of Nym's, actually.

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New Mistakes | Anonymous | Dream/Corinthian | M | 3.2K

Dream slid his thumb into the Corinthian’s mouth, the one he shared with most, the one with which he commonly spoke. “Well?” he asked. “Are you fed?” The voice that came from his left-eye mouth buzzed like locusts. My lord, we are. The voice that came from his right-eye mouth dripped like honey. My lord, we can always be fed more. Dream pulled back, looking at the Corinthian expectantly. The Corinthian swallowed, running his tongue along his teeth. There was a faint blush on his cheeks, and Dream was unaccountably flattered. “My lord,” he said. “I wish to be good.”

Have read almost no Corintheus but this fic hits on so much that I find distantly intriguing about the pairing. Perfect dialogue, gorgeous rhythm. Wonderfully visceral. Absolutely bonkers nuts for repetition in threes, as I'm sure you know, and I love how it was used here.

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Lucy Locket | Anonymous | Dream/Hob and Dream/Hob/Corinthian | E | 17K

Five chapters (now with a new threesome added in late April, much to my delighted surprise!) of just fantastic roleplay smut that in-between all the sex is by turns incredibly funny and tender. Alternating Dream and Hob POV. As somebody for whom sexual roleplay has been my literal bread and butter on a professional basis, it shouldn't be surprising I am so fond of this fic - but it catches me out every time! Like a blow from behind, and I am winded. It is ridiculously hot and distressingly perfect all-through, and I would absolutely marry the author about it (sorry author if you're reading this). No excerpt because I cannot choose and will simply suggest that if you're up for kink that you go read it all at once.

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Public | @softest-punk | Dream/Hob | E | 1.1K

"Oh, darling," Hob murmurs, fingering the edge of Dream's delicate lace knickers. Dream feels his smirk against his jaw, bites his lip at the brush of a kiss under his ear. "You forget how old I am. I learned to fuck with an audience."

Every day I get closer and closer to needing to write Dream and/or Hob with vulvas; this may have been the fic that sealed the deal for me, I think. Ridiculously hot, and enshrined in my head forever for the line above. I learned to fuck with an audience. God! How good. A masterclass in the slutty drabble that nevertheless retains peak Dream/Hob characterization (I would argue that sex is in fact one of the best narrative vehicles for characterization and exploration of interpersonal dynamics...this bias is probably why nearly all these recs are so horny.) One day I will learn how to write proper smut in media res like this and not preface it with gratuitous plot.

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worship like a dog | @thewalrus-said | Dream/Hob | E | 2.5K

“Is it so inconceivable that I might love you?” Dream murmured, running his manicured nail down Hob’s cheek. Hob tried to speak, swallowed, and tried again. “No one ever has before,” he said. “No one but God.”

Hob is a priest. Dream is a demon, except he's not. Dizzyingly hot for so many reasons, with a delightful canon dialogue echo. And again, must stress this: Hob is a priest. Hob is a priest. Hob is a priest, go read it.

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Safehouse | Anonymous | Hob/Corinthian | E | 5K

“I need a room. One without a door.”

The best execution of the sex pollen trope I've ever seen, with the worst men. Very, very good fic with a brilliant premise and unerring execution. World-building is done in such brief but vivid strokes - it feels like a 50K fic whenever I remember it, and I'm always surprised how short it actually is. Haunts me in the best of ways.

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As well - these fics are well-known and well-loved - but some stories that are utterly wonderful and contain lines that haunt me weeks, sometimes months later - stories that rearranged my soul, lurched me closer towards writing for Sandman, and warrant mention even though I am SURE you have read them, include:

@moorishflower's iconic and beautiful Odyssey fic, maybe sprout wings was the first fic I commented on with my AO3 account, and among the best fics I've ever read in any fandom; slightly deeper cuts from Heather's oeuvre (if, for some reason you are not reading everything already) that I am obsessed with and have reread multiple times: vowel shift, most vain devices, an act of faith. Genius stuff and unbelievably gorgeous language. Just go read it all, honestly

@softest-punk's Shelter is one of the first Sandman fics I ever read, and is beyond lovely; if you have not read their entire deep and profoundly lovely back catalogue, I recommend Catching Up (quintessential Cecil deep tissue emotional massage), Delayed (or: my favourite kink and favourite Endless); Ferrous (vampires! bad men! ahh! ooh!); and I would of course be remiss and ungrateful to not mention self-abandon, and the confounding effects thereof, a 10K fic that perfectly answered my general question of how the three lads would actually get together once the Corinthian and Hob had started fucking (as narrative foils that deserve such treats)

@xx-vergil-xx's Hounds is an ongoing epic that has singlehandedly caused me more emotions than humanity has language for; it is ambitious in scope and sticks every landing. The world is alive and lovingly-detailed. The language is a poem. It is so smart, so beautiful, and so well-researched and built. It is a TEMPLE unto itself, and appropriately worthy of worship

I will also suggest you read absolutely everything by @that-banhus because she literally cannot miss and writes the loveliest, cleverest worlds. All of it.

#asks #gloam's sandman rec list #this is basically my fic rec masterpost lol #unfortunately i flatter myself about my good taste and cannot stop going on about what i love and why once given the barest excuse to start #the sandman #dreamling #corintheus #hobrintheus #COB #fic recs #it's not that i exclusively read fic ppl feel the desire to publish on anon #it's that what people publish on anon FUCKING SLAPS #spent far too long enjoying drawing this up and it still feels woefully inadequate #but it's a start #into either remarkable sandman fic or my id really

[ilovewhiteroses]

Beautiful Stranger

Pairing: The Corinthian x GN! Reader Genre: Fluff, smut Warnings: Unprotected sex Rating: +18

You met a handsome stranger while shopping for clothes. You were sorry you didn’t get to spend more time wit him, until a few days later when you met him again…

"Look, here is a fortune-teller! Let's go, I want to know my future and I bet you want to know yours too!" said your colleague enthusiastically. It was Friday afternoon, you had already finished work and you went out for a drink with her, and on the way home she noticed the fortune teller. You didn't believe in such a thing, but you thought it was a good joke, so you went in.

The fortune teller lady told good things to your colleague, who was very enthusiastic about them, and then turned to you.

"Tell me dear, would you like to see your future?"

You thought of asking the lottery numbers as a joke, but if the woman was actually capable of looking into the future, she would probably spend her days in a luxury villa instead of telling people what will happen to them. You asked her a simpler question.

"Um, will any excitement get to me lately?" you asked, then got a little unsure when your colleague looked at you with a questioning look. Your life wasn't very exciting, your last exciting adventure was when you got stuck in the elevator at work for an hour.

 The lady looked into her crystal ball and said.

"I see someone…a tall, blond, stylish man."

"That sounds good!" your colleague said and squeezed your hand excitedly.

"You will meet him soon, but how things turn out is up to you." she said. You smiled in understanding and laughed to yourself. If only it was that easy!

You paid the woman, then you accompanied your colleague home and you went home too. You thought about what the lady told you while getting ready for bed. What if she was right and a hot guy really came into your life? However, anything could happen, you said to yourself.

The next day you went to the mall to look for an elegant outfit for next week's company dinner. There will be many wealthy and influential people, so you will have to look amazing. You went into one of the popular stores, where there were clothes of different patterns and sizes, so much so that one day would not have been enough to look through everything. The saleswoman approached you to see if she could help you, but you didn't need her. You found a nice black blazer, but it wasn't good enough, then you came across a dark blue sweater.

Ah, somehow that's not good either, you thought to yourself.

You didn't want to believe that you wouldn't be able to find something for yourself from such a large selection. As you were about to leave the store to go to another, you heard a man's voice.

"Excuse me, can I help you?" he asked and you turned around. "I see you are selecting and I thought I would ask if I could help." he said politely, with a pleasant southern accent. The way you looked at him, it was like you had seen him somewhere before. He was tall, blond, wore round black sunglasses and a long, dark coat.

Of course! It dawned on you what the fortune teller had predicted: that you would meet a man who looked just like that. Before you acknowledged the lady’s powers of clairvoyance, you reassured yourself that it must be a coincidence.

"Oh, thank you. You know, I'm invited to an event where there will be a lot of rich folks, so I'd like to buy something similar in style like that for myself."

"I see." the man nodded. "Well, I usually wear pastel colors or black, you can't go wrong with them."

"Okay. Hey, look!” you said walking over to the jumpsuits and taking out a black and white one. "For example, how about this?" you asked holding it up for him to see. The man's disdainful gaze almost shone through the lens of his sunglasses.

"That outfit would be great… for a Sunday brunch."

"Then it's not good." you said a little disappointed.

"I didn't say it was bad, just not for the occasion you need it for, and you wouldn't be able to use the toilet properly in it either. Oh, I have something much better, stay here, I'll be right back.” the man left you there. You couldn't imagine what he would come back with.

"Here I am!" he said showing you a pair of black suit pants and a light blue button up shirt. "I think they will be perfect together. Add an elegant pair of shoes, bracelet or a necklace, and you're good to go!"

You stared at the two pieces of clothing for a while, then took them from him and went into the fitting room. After a few minutes you came out to show yourself.

"Well, what do you think?" you asked as he whistled and clapped his hands together excitedly.

"Wow, look at that that! Amazing, you look fantastic in it!” said the man, smiling, enthusiastically. You were usually wary of strangers, but there was something about him that you find very attractive. From the set he chose for you, it seemed like he had a sophisticated style, and it really looked good on you.

You went back to the booth to change your clothes and went to the cashier to pay. The man also went with you, although in the end he didn't buy anything. You left the store and thanked him before saying goodbye.

"I am very grateful for the help, it was very kind of you!"

"Oh, it was nothing, really." he said with a nice smile and pushed the sunglasses up his nose. "I'm glad I could help. Enjoy yourself at the event!”

"Thank you, I will. Bye!" with that, you said goodbye to each other, and then both of you continued in the opposite direction.

The day of the dinner you've been waiting for has arrived. Not only because if you schmooze skillfully, even a promotion might get to you, but because you couldn't wait to wear the new outfit that the kind stranger helped you choose.

After dinner, you chatted with your coworkers and the other guests, and when you had a few free minutes, you were thinking about the handsome man from the clothing store. You remembered his sweet smile, his nice scent, and how excited he was when you liked the set he put together. He was a very handsome guy, you had to admit it and you were a little sorry that you didn't talk to him more, because maybe if you had invited him, he would have come with you to the dinner.

A few days later, you went to a bookstore because you wanted something new to read. Last time you read a crime novel, but this time you wanted something more creepy, so you headed for the horror section.

You looked at the titles and covers and spotted a book that looked interesting. You were about to reach out to take it off the shelf when your hand collided with someone’s.

It was the blond man from the clothing store...

"Ah, hello! Nice to see you again!” he said with great enthusiasm. You were surprised that he remembered you.

"I can say the same! Um, do you come here often?” in your confusion, you suddenly couldn't think of a better question.

"Not really, this is my second time here. I rarely read books, but when I do, it's something spooky. And you?”

"Me too." you replied, trying not to grin and act like an idiot around him. You were able to get a better look at him this time. He looked so good, no wonder you had trouble concentrating…

After some chatting and looking around, you decided on a recently released horror novel, he didn’t find anything interesting for himself. After paying, you left the store together. You quickly managed to catch a taxi and when you almost got in, you thought, now you won't miss the opportunity and turned to the man.

"Hey, get in, we'll take you too!"

He hesitated for a while.

"You sure? Is that okay?”

"Of course! Get in!” the blond with sunglasses sat next to you. You gave the taxi driver your address, then asked your fellow passenger if it would be good for him. He had no objections to it, he said he has business to do around there anyway.

The taxi started and you just sat next to each other, you didn't talk, you were like, there's nothing to talk about. As time passed, you had the feeling that the air between you was getting hotter, the sexual tension was growing...

Your hand rested on the seat beside you. At one point, your little fingers touched and you looked at each other. You were sorry. that you can't see his eyes. You would have liked to reach over to take off his sunglasses... You were embarrassed and excited at the same time, you even rolled down the window a little.

When the taxi dropped you off at your apartment and you saw that the blond man wasn't in a hurry yet, you asked him if he wanted to come in with you.

"Oh, well, thank you very much!" he said with a slight smile and you let yourself in. As soon as you dropped your keys in the bowl, suddenly something happened that you didn't expect at all: he pulled you close and kissed you without any warning. You were so shocked by this that you didn't know whether to slap him or continue kissing him.

"What the hell was that?" you asked, somewhat upset.

"Don’t play games with me, I know this is what you wanted! As soon as I saw you for the first time, I felt that there was something in you, something mysterious and sexy. If there weren't many people, I would have done the same thing right then, right there, in the fitting room." you were so turned on that you wanted to drag him to your bedroom. You kissed him back and you both leaned against the wall. You continued to kiss wildly, passionately, then he leaned down, kissing your neck. You gently grabbed his hair and sank into his sensual kisses. He stopped and turned you around so you were facing the wall, supporting yourself with your palms. He unbuttoned your pants and pulled them off you, then pulled down his too, you felt his hard dick on your bare butt. He reached down to your intimate parts and started stroking you.

"This is what you wanted, wasn't it? Are you enjoying it? Most definitely, because otherwise you would have stopped me.” He was right. You wanted everything but him to stop. In fact, you wanted more.

You let his hand turn you on even more than you already were. When he felt you were ready, he took his hand and spat into his palm, then smeared it on his cock so he could penetrate in to you better. He grabbed your hip with his other hand and pulled you towards him so that your butt was as close to him as possible. He whispered into your ear.

"Are you ready?" he asked in a husky voice, you nodded. He took his cock and thrust it into you, you moaned lustfully at the feeling as he filled you. He grabbed your hips with both hands and started moving slowly, then as he felt you getting used to his size, he got faster and faster, and soon you were moving at the same time. While fucking, you felt that all thoughts left your head and you only focused on the passion he gave you. When you were close to orgasm, you thought your legs going to give out. In the moment of pleasure, he buried his face in your neck, you bit your lip, and then you let the orgasm take you….

After you both calmed down, he pulled himself out of you and you went with him to your bathroom to clean yourself up. The man thanked you for the pleasant afternoon and kissed you, then said goodbye and left. You were still under the influence of the hot sex, but a few minutes later you realized something: you didn't even introduce yourself to each other, you didn't know the man's name the whole time. Although you two probably won't meet again anyway, you didn't really mind, in fact it was even more exciting and sexy that you were with a beautiful stranger.

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[the-darklings]

“you have no idea how much i like you” and/or “ you were worth the wait” with wanderer/dream please???

pairing: dream of the endless x f!reader (wanderer)

wc: 810

notes: i’m still travelling so if this sucks/doesn’t go in the tags because i’m posting this from my phone, it be like that. enjoy crumbs of soft and happy after the suckerpunch of part 7, and honestly to soothe pain of 8, 9…you get it : )

dream & wanderer series: part one | series masterlist | ao3 |

“I hate you so much.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I do. Deeply.”

Corinthian’s lips crook—every bit the absentminded acknowledgement that’s only that. Side by side, you amble the long distance to Dream’s castle. Passing him a narrowed-eyed glare that’s all squinting and playful glaring, you dig your elbow deeper into your coat pockets. Your elbow rams into his side anyway, twisting. The nightmare grunts, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. His palm slaps lightly over your forehead to slow you to his side. Your legs tangle beneath you, but you keep upright.

“I’m going to leave you here,” you grouse, struggling with a laugh, injecting surly gravity into your tone. “Next time I go, I’m leaving your ass behind.”

Corinthian chuckles, low and rich. “Sure thing.” A beat, then, “You won’t dare. You’re lost without me, dearest. Miserable.”

Syrupy sweet, and you hate him for it because he’s right, and you both know it, but he’s so damn arrogant about it that you itch with the urge to do it anyway. To wipe his smug little smirk. You’ve gotten so used to having Corinthian by your side, a constant, that you can hardly recall what the times before that were like. How pitiful you must have been travelling alone, drifting through eternity.

“Well, well…”

You follow Corinthian’s line of sight to find Dream at the bottom of the castle’s staircase. A solitary, dark figure. But unlike so many times before, he’s waiting for you. This time the Dreaming is bright and sunny, the air in your lungs sweet and light—content and brimming with the pure power of the Endless. Dream’s coat flutters in the slight breeze, patiently waiting. Even at a distance, you sense the spike of heat, want, twining of gentle longing—

“Go and be embarrassing,” Corinthian coos in your ear, slipping his arm off. “He looks, hm, miserable.”

You hold back a laugh because Corinthian is not wrong. Dream honestly does look a little miserable.

Wrapping your arm around the nightmare, you press a light peck against his jaw. “Hate you.”

Pure fondness drips from your words, your reflection visible in Corinthian’s dark shades when you pull back. He scoffs.

“Hate you more,” he returns snidely, waggling his fingers, already turning away. “I’ll see you at the island.”

You saunter towards the King of Dreams with deliberate slowness, fighting back a smile. There are traces, you think, of amusement reflecting in Dream’s eyes when you pause in front of him. For a long moment, neither of you speaks—there is no need for proclamations, no need for you to move closer, either.

Prodding, gentle sensation brushes over your cheek, your jaw, and behind your ear. In the land of dreams and imagination, scarce little obeys logic or reason—here, everything arises from the Dream Lord’s will. Right now, his intent is all but written in the stiff, controlled way Dream holds himself.

“You have a preference for tormenting me, stardust.”

Your slight grin grows at his soft declaration. “I’m three steps away from you.”

Cold fire burns from him, taking shape in the hot blaze of the sun above, in the way air swelters, needing—

“Three steps too far,” he breathes.

Smiling at the admittance, you venture forth, hands still in your pockets. You reach for each other simultaneously, leaning your foreheads together. Your smile is small, so joyful your eyes slip shut as you hold onto the shimmering, near-living lapels of Dream’s midnight coat.

“Hi.”

Dream tucks you a little closer, breathing in deep. Savouring, comes the realisation, savouring the closeness, the return, the love pulsing like tiny hummingbird wings between you.

“Are you well?” he asks.

You smile wider, errant strands from his shaggy, tousled hair teasing over your forehead. You can’t wait until later—when you drag your fingers through those unruly strands, alone and at peace in your chambers, drinking in every moment of contact between you. Where his seeking lips find your wrists, each knuckle; map slow, deliberate paths up your arm, lingering at the crook of your throat.

“I am now.” Your whisper fans across his lips. “You weren’t waiting too long, were you?”

Dream looks knowing. “Hob?”

“Yes, it’s been a while. We need to see him sometime, too. Cori was bristling the entire time, but he had fun. He’s just too proud to admit it—what?”

Dream’s hand settles on your cheek, large and cool against your warm skin, so you lean into the contact. A single touch from him wipes all thoughts and concerns from your mind. A thousand words are packed in Dream’s single glance, a single expression, a twitch of his lips, the gleam in his ancient gaze. But now, no longer lonely, no longer as exhausted or as apathetic, as cold as it once was.

“You were worth the wait, Wanderer.”

And nestled deeper beneath those words, you hear his tacit truth always.

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[thewisecheerio]

The Sandman and Queerness

It's hard to express how transformative The Sandman can feel for queer people. It's not that it's the only queer literature around; queer literature abounds. It's not that it was the first of its kind; queer literature has been around forever. It's that The Sandman gets a lot of things right that many attempts at queer stories don't.

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First, The Sandman's queer characters are simply allowed to exist without the entire story revolving around their queerness. Their story doesn't have to center on a coming out journey or parental rejection, which seems to be all that Hollywood is capable of writing. While this kind of work can be important, it still paints us as "other" and "abnormal". We are anything but an accepted facet of reality.

Meanwhile, the world of The Sandman is a world where queer people are an accepted and normal part of it. As such, their stories can be more complex than the tropes we are normally fed.

Second, by virtue of queer normalization, the world of The Sandman lacks the constant vigilance that queer people have to deal with in reality. In our world, you always have to wonder if someone is going to accept or reject you once they find out, and be careful about who you talk to or what you talk about. Depending on where you live, you might have to worry about getting hatecrimed, attacked, or even killed for your queerness. This creates a constant vigilance of monitoring your surroundings, and policing your own language and behavior to keep yourself safe.

However, in a world where queerness is normalized, all of that labor disappears. You can simply exist without the added strain (at least in regards to queerness). Reading or watching The Sandman is freeing in a way that existing in reality is not.

Third, certain problematic stereotypes in media dissolve. In most media, queerness is deeply linked with villainy. Antagonists are purposefully queer-coded (read: made to look or act queer on purpose), while heroes are usually anything but. This creates a link between "evil" and "queerness" in the consumer's mind.

Besides being problematic on its own, this presents a problem for writers who want to write non-problematic stories about queer people. It means that you can't actually have a villain in your story that is queer without an audience assuming that their queerness and villainy are tied, i.e. that the villain is evil because they are queer. Sandman subverts this.

Consider the Corinthian: he's evil and he's queer. But because he exists in a world where queerness is everywhere and normalized, we know that he's not evil because he's queer; he's evil and happens to also be queer. Not having him be the only queer character in the story unlinks his villainy and queerness.

Further, even if we narrow our view to only the Corinthian, we have examples of his queerness existing without his villainy: he sleeps with Carl without killing him. This single act immediately unlinks his murderousness and his queer identity, allowing us to see them as separate facets. And in so doing, The Sandman manages to fully subvert the queer-coded villain trope that otherwise ends up being harmful and everywhere in media.

Fourth, queer characters finally get to be sexy. Did you laugh at that sentence? It's okay. But this is a real thing that happens in media: queer characters are often so stereotyped or infantilized that seeing normal, queer folk that are attractive is a freeing experience in and of itself.

Nonbinary folk in particular are usually infantilized. Yet The Sandman gives us Desire, a nonbinary person and the literal embodiment of hotness who creates thirst outside of the bounds of gendered constructs (or, perhaps, within all of them). Desire is anything but infantilized. And in giving them to us, The Sandman manages to turn this trope on its head in a single, swift (and sensuous ;)…) movement.

The final point has less to do with the story and more to do with the context of publication. When queer folk write queer stories, those stories tend to circulate largely only within the queer community. This does very little to allow engagement from the people we need engagement from most, i.e. non-queer folk who could benefit from unlearning stereotypes.

But when a story gets published by a major label, it allows that story to be seen by a much wider audience. The Sandman opens up queer media to a wider audience by virtue of being written for a major comic label and then later transformed into a popular TV series. It does much more to undo the harm caused by stereotyped pieces of media when a transformative work reaches a wider audience. Yes, it's unfair that people outside of the queer community often won't engage directly with queer media. But that's the reality we live in, so works like The Sandman become hugely important.

So when you see the queer community delighting at The Sandman, it's not an exaggeration. It's an expression of unmitigated joy.

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[sailorbowie]

I feel so bad for neil gaiman right now, he has every right to be proud of what the Sandman has become, but now he has to sit here and watch us all drool over Dream, simp for Constantine or Desire, and even us sickos who were rooting for and are down abysmal for the Corinthian.

neil. neil. if evil then why hot? riddle me that.

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[lucienne-thee-librarian]

More Lucienne Fic Recs

Part 2 to Morphienne and gen Lucienne centric fic recs, this is a non-exhaustive list of other Lucienne rarepairs!

Gaulcienne

This is Why I Don't Leave the House by @zorawitch has to be one of my most revisited and beloved fics not just for this pairing, but for this fandom ever. It's the one that actually hooked me for this ship, it's a human au but everyone is written - just spot on and it's both romantic as hell but with some serious drama too, the entire family is in this, even Despair actually gets moments to shine which is rare it seems. Dr*ml!ng is in it but very very briefly, like it's objectively the Side Pairing Where One Is On the Phone For 5 Minutes in the background for once, also contains very side (but weirdly cute) Desunity. I seriously want to turn this fic into heroin and put an IV to inject it right into my veins. I love it so much (Obviously) and you'll see why if you read it. Descriptions: A+, dialogue A+ character work A ++++.

In Places No One Will Find by starsniper explores the grief of losing Jessamy from Lucienne's POV and Gault is the Best as per usual. This broke my heart in all the best ways, it needs SO much more love.

Obliterate All Prior Things by The_KickIt_Domain is. It is one of the most beautifully written fics I've ever SEEN. Everything about the way Lucienne and Gault are written and the sense of history between them is 10/10. The yearning and the tenderness is off the charts. Definitely a favorite

Daydreams by james is a sensual and beautifully written snippet of domestic Gaulcienne and I adore it.

Beautiful by melime tender fluff with lush description.

"This is my wife..." by @honeyteacakes is just. Short but so so sweet and feels like a look into Matthew and Lucienne's bond as well as hers and Gault's relationship. They also have a bit of fun at his expense lol

dreaming weather by Anonymous way too short but HOT and poetic smut.

Sea Changes by Cafephile FLAWLESS addition to monsterfuckertober. Gault brings back an old nightmare form with tentacles for fun and a good time is had by all:) hot and lovely.

Calliene (Calliope and Lucienne)

@two-hands-toward-the-sun is literally carrying this ship tag on their shoulders and all of their Calienne fics are good but here's some highlights:

I carried this for years plus it's sequel, I can feel the sun whenever you're near are just. *chefs kiss* absolutely great exploration of them trying to deal with their trauma and sometimes competing needs together.

you love each other until the city becomes beautiful , heart of my heart, come my way and stay my honey are all pure quality fluff. Shoot this serotonin straight into my veins.

Corinthienne (Cori × Lucienne)

I haven't read much fic for this pairing so its gonna be short lol, but I couldn't pass these by

Insatiable by honeyteacakes is incredibly tragically steamy and beautifully written.

Quiet in the Library by starkraving is just. MWAH. Very smutty and full of Feelings, it packs such a good punch I can't oversell it.

Just Between Us by onyourleft084 Lucienne tries to domme the Corinthian into behaving and staying in line and it works...for awhile. Honestly I don't feel like I'm selling it right though, just by that simple description. You will feel things about this and them by the end, I promise. At least I did.

#gaulcienne #callienne #calliope x lucienne #corinthienne #lucienne #gault the sandman #calliope #the corinthian #sandman fic recs