#hoblethros

destruction hates being what he is but he doesn’t know another way to he feels trapped and it’s made him bitter and angry—he’s dealing with real self hatred.

He first runs into hob on opposite sides of the battlefield. He fights like a a hurricane and no one can stand up to them.

And there’s something about hob, his stubbornness, the hint of his sister’s touch.

hob loses, but doesn’t die.

So when the battle is over, having seen hob suffer mortal wounds and live, Destruction takes him with him.

Hob isn’t at all sure what this giant man’s interest in him is, but he’s panicking at first and hoping his stranger comes to help him.

No one does. He also doubts that twig of a man could stand up to this godlike figure. He’s never seen anything like his power. Or his obvious, poorly hidden sadness.

destruction doesn’t really hurt him, not even when he lays down with hob at night. He sets him free in battlefields and fights alongside him, seemingly to see if hob gives in to the horror of true destruction. He certainly isn’t letting him go, but he barely talks to him.

Eventually hob starts to ask destruction questions. Destruction is too tired for lies so he tells hob everything, who he is, what his function is, why he’s miserable.

Hob … comes to care for him. He feels less alone walking through lifetimes with another immortal.

One day hob brings destruction a charcoal stick and a wooden board. Maybe, he suggests, destruction would like to try drawing something. Hob remembers how art is made, through change, materials broken and turned into tools for creation. Is creation not part of destruction somehow?

DEstruction and hob aren’t healthy by normal standards. But together they stand a chance of becoming better men.

I love these two so so much, I feel like they'd be so good for each other! Hob gives Destruction hope for the power of change and adaptation, and Destruction understands the things that Hob has been through like no one else can. Of course they fight (often physically, often to the point of severe maiming) but they always reconcile and strive to be better. I love the idea of Destruction basically kidnapping Hob and taking him around like a very stubborn human pet who refuses to be downcast in the face of humanity's awfulness.

They encounter canons and then muskets and proper guns and Destruction truly despairs (like. Despair actually shows up. She brought her rats) and Hob is just like. Obviously concerned but also excited! If war changes then maybe less people will have to die pointless deaths! Destruction rages at Hob’s lack of foresight. Does he not understand that more innocent people are going to die, not less?!

But Destruction apologises almost as soon as he's done yelling. He gets out his charcoal and he quietly starts to draw, and Hob comes to sit next to him. Despair heads back home with her rats, and the sun sets over them as Hob falls asleep with his head on Destruction's broad shoulder. They love each other deeply, in a way that no one else can really understand.

I have, surprisingly, written a fair amount of different pairings for this fandom, so I thought I would compile what I haven't compiled yet here!

For my Dreamling works : Dreamling Bingo 2023 & Dreamling Masterlist

For my Corinthienne (Corinthian x Lucienne) works : Corinthienne Masterlist

Hoblethros (Hob Gadling x Destruction of the Endless)

AO3 Collection

Know my heart still has a suitcase, but I still can't take it through

3.2k words ; Teen ; No Archive Warnings Apply ; Unrequited Dreamling, Established Hoblethros, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

"His sand was barely dispersed, the hardwood floors of Hob’s living room coming under his leather boots before a shiver ran down his spine. There, naked with only a towel around his hips, stood Destruction, his long-lost brother, Olethros. The two stood frozen as they made eye contact, their mind spinning around with the questions the other’s presence brought." Or Morpheus comes to realisation that he loves one Hob Gadling, but when he goes to confess to the immortal, he might just find that he is too late.

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My hands around your throat / Won't leave me alone

952 words ; Explicit ; No Archive Warnings Apply ; Marking, Pain Play, Blood and Injury, Consensual Kink, Size Difference

Hob daydreams about all sorts of (past, present, future) marks Destruction leaves all over his body

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'Cause I could never hold a perfect thing / And not demolish it

1.8k words ; Explicit ; Graphic Depictions of Violence ; Temporary Character Death, Choking, Relationship Issues, Domestic Violence, Idiots in love

1969 When Destruction learns that Hob plans to leave the country without telling him a word of it, he confronts the man.

Hob Gadling x Destiny of the Endless

I swear that I'll be yours forever / 'Til forever falls apart 

1.2k words ; Gen ; No Archive Warnings Apply ; Established relationship, Domestic Fluff, Witch!Hob

Destiny visits Hob as the witch is working.

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Black Snuggie 

618 words ; Gen ; No Archive Warnings Apply ; Established relationship ; Domestic Fluff, Teacher!Hob

Hob comes back from a tiring day at work to the sight of his lover in a peculiar accoutrement.

Oh we can definitely have pole dancer Hob/bouncer Ollie!! I think that's very very cute.

Ollie is definitely scary - he's like 6'8 and BEEFY to go with it. He can pick up misbehaving patrons by the collar and literally throw them out of the door. Hob sees him looming menacingly over a group of drunk handsy creeps one time, and he immediately falls in lust. Then later he sees Ollie smiling gently and helping give first aid to one of the dancers after a bad fall, and Hob properly falls in love.

Hob has a couple of costumes, but his favourite is this gold, silky, highly embellished piece that was hand made for him by a friend. From the front it almost looks like a one piece swimming costume, with cutouts at the hips and tassles around the bottom hem. At the back, it's almost completely cutout except for the bit that (tightly) covers his bum. There's a choker in matching gold fabric, and Hob just shines.

Especially on the pole, with all the lights pointed in his direction. Ollie can't tear his eyes away. He daydreams about just scooping Hob up, hands around his arse, and just carrying him off to ravish him. Smudging his gold eyeshadow all over his face and kissing him senseless. Hiding away forever, just the two of them, where no-one will ever find them.

One night Hob decides to make his move, and after his usual set, he goes to find where Ollie is sitting and taking a break (Ollie always tries to schedule his breaks for when Hob is on stage, so he can watch 👀). Hob slides into Ollie's lap, steals his drink, and gets himself thoroughly comfortable snuggled up against the bouncer's chest. Ollie doesn't know where to put his hands, so Hob helps him by taking both (massive!!!) hands and resting them on his bare thighs.

As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame.

Part of the Medieval Top Surgery 'verse.

Hob Gadling/Destruction of the Endless | Explicit | 3,325 words.

For the @endlesshistoriesfest

The year is 1915. 500 years since Hob met Olethros, and 500 years since Olethros gave him the gift of change and renewal.

There's another war raging around them, one that will alter the world forever. But that destruction doesn't belong to either of them. Instead, there is art to be made. And there is the enduring power of love.

Hob is there too, and all three roommates are psyching themselves up to kiss hob at midnight (and maybe get to fuck him again)! And they still haven’t worked out that they’re all into the same guy through a series of comic coincidences.

(Cori and hob ran into each other in the bathroom for a quick make out session, destruction bought him a drink, hob ran into dream outside avoiding the crowd and they shared a cigarette…)

So it’s 11:55 and all three wish each other luck with their individual guy and disperse…only to meet up again, right in front of hob and that’s when it hits them!

Posting this at 11:55 on new years eve because I am HILARIOUS. But in all seriousness this whole au is one of my favourites and I would definitely write a full fic if I had the time! Maybe one day!

Imagine poor Hob on that evening at the bar. All three of his crushes/hookups are there! Hob wants them ALL, to be perfectly honest. He's also pretty sure that he should keep the three away from each other, but how can he do that?! It looks like they all know each other! Like they're friends! Hob considers leaving, but he's too much of a slut (affectionate) to give up the opportunity of getting with at least one of the guys. Fireworks are traditional at new years, right...?

When he comes face to face with Dream, Cori and Ollie, there's a suuuuuper awkward pause when the information all sinks in. Hob resigns himself to being possibly yelled at. Instead, the three guys seem to move... as one? It's unplanned, but it's like they all know what to do. Ollie slides up behind Hob and holds him from behind. Dream and Cori take the front, both leaning into Hob’s personal space. Hob’s triangulated between the three men as the countdown begin, and he's definitely starting to get hard in his pants.

A four-way kiss is difficult, but definitely not impossible. Ollie gets the edge of Hob’s mouth while the other two battle for the dominance of his lips and tongue. Hob is thoroughly kissed into submission and very glad that he's being held upright. His knees are about to buckle.

It's abundantly clear that Hob needs three cocks to keep him sated, and that isn't a problem for his three lovers. They're content to see to him individually, or all together. In fact Hob rings in the new year with Cori fucking his mouth, Dream fucking his arse, and Ollie happily jerking off across his back. Start the year as you mean to go on, right?

It's very convenient sharing a boyfriend with your flatmates, actually - especially in today's economy. And Hob is in love with all of them, so he's quite satisfied. He's got a grand plan to make the four-way fucking into a four-way romance, and he's hoping to bag himself three husbands when they're all ready to settle down.

Can you imagine fight-fucking with destruction? Can you imagine how hob feels, being so afraid of this hugely powerful man and being hobbled and hands tied, and yet he is still very, uh, enthusiastic about getting that giant cock inside him?

Can you imagine how it is once destruction is safe enough with hob that he’ll let hob stroke and braid his hair, ride him so soft and gentle, and hold him with nothing but themselves and the fire to keep them warm?

Mmm yes I do think about all of this and more.

Hob finally feeling small in the arms of this giant force of nature. Hob feeling safe despite that smallness. Hob feeling protected, being cared for. Destruction gentling his hands when he touches Hob. He doesn't have to, but he wants to. Destruction having someone to care for and love and nurture.

Hob can be face down, arse up, blindfolded and trussed up like a piece of meat. And he'll still trust Destruction. That heavy hand, bigger than the whole of Hob’s head, may be pressing down on Hob’s back to force him down and grind him into the ground - but he'll still feel safe. Destruction will hurt him, of course, but that's the point. He's going to smash Hob into a million tiny fragments, but he'll pick them up one by one and piece them together again.