#hanse fic

[slytherinshua]

HANSE HEADCANONS

genre. fluff. headcanons. warnings. these are kinda disorganized rly random but oh well. pairing. hanse x reader. wc. 803. request. not officially requested by still requested by @eternalgyu <3 a/n. i miss victon sm goodbye... (but first hanse fic so yay)

hanse has always noticed that you eye his tattoos. especially after you’ve been dating for a little while and got more comfortable with each other, you’re more obvious with your stares. but you’re still too scared to ask for a tour, and hanse thinks it's cute, that you’re so shy about it, not wanting to pressure him.

he offers to show you them up close one evening. you listen intently as he tells you the meaning behind each one, giggling at how some of them were honestly dares or jokes. he lets you trace each one, not leaving out how he had covered old ones with new ones. it starts out with just the ones on his left arm, but when he sees that you’re still curious about the ones he got on his chest and back, he isn’t shy to take off his shirt and show you. you’re a little shy being met with his bare back and chest, but also in awe of both his muscles and the pretty black ink decorating his soft skin.

after that you start to make it your habit to trace his tattoos. it’s soothing, both to you and hanse. he likes it more than he would admit, and in a way it makes him feel loved and pretty to you. to see that you’re so in love with the artwork on his skin, that you don’t think it’s too much or weird, it makes his chest feel warm.

you feel the same way about his piercings, and are always excited when you find cool new jewelry for him to try. some days he goes without his lip ring, but on days that he is wearing it, he can tell that you get a little extra clingy. kissing him and feeling the cool metal against your skin never gets old. 

hanse has his own unique style, and you love to play around with it with him. it’s always heavily reliant on black. he’s experimented a lot in the past to find what he likes best and what feels like him, and he found that black is exactly what feels right. knowing that colour is often out of the picture, when you style him, you like to add elements of texture instead. spiky chokers and bracelets, silver or black rings, even pretty belts. it’s fun to match with accessories, even if you both have opposite senses of style.

if you like your outfits to be colourful, you can still match with jewelry. or, if you like black outfits like hanse, he’ll buy you matching shirts so you can have fun styling it in different ways. while most of the time your boyfriend adorns black band shirts, tank tops, or hoodies, accessorised to the max with shiny silver, sometimes he does like to wear more traditional clothes. button ups or white t-shirts, occasionally a suit or sweater. it’s rare, but you love it all the same as his usual aesthetic. 

if hanse had to describe his relationship with you, it would be comfort and laughter. you’re his person. someone who loves him just the way he is, who doesn’t expect or want anything outside of what he already offers. you make him smile, you make him laugh, you make him feel so in love every day. one look at your eyes and he can feel that things aren’t as bad as they seem, that they’ll be okay as long as you’re with him. you make him forget about his worries and allow him to live in the moment, to enjoy every second he gets to spend.

you’re so connected emotionally that any time you have to spend apart from your boyfriend is rough. you’re used to being around him all the time— having almost everything you do in a day accompanied by your favourite person in the entire world. you make do with texting and calling as often as you can. you’d spend hours on video call, even if you were outside running errands. it doesn’t compare to actually being together, but it’s enough to make it bearable. 

you know that despite his appearances, your boyfriend has a very soft heart. he’s empathetic and scared of a lot of things, but you help him overcome things that once terrified him. you slowly become his home. and overtime he can barely remember what his life looked like without you; only that it could never compare to what he has now. hanse thinks you’re precious. he adores you, frankly. he’s not ashamed that he’s absolutely whipped, that everytime he sees you his eyes light up, or that he’ll never get tired of telling you that he loves you. it’s a truth that will never change, and he’d shout it out for the whole world to hear if he could.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Blind Offer 5

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, manipulation, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: After a leak causes you to evacuate your apartment, your landlord offers a vacant unit that’s too good to be true. (short!plus!reader)

Character: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Lloyd Hansen, and August Walker

Note: I wish this week would be over.

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The checkered fabric beckons you forward. Your fear smothers all doubts. You're in no place to question any of this. What will they do if you don't listen? Who are they? The voice that comes from thin air. Certainly Steve too.

You touch the dress and move it aside to unveil the small lumps beneath. A set of red lace lingerie to match the shade of the checkers. You swallow tightly and pull your hand back. You look at your fingertips as if they've been singed. 

You tremble and touch the hem of your shirt. They're watching. You shudder and slowly raise the cotton. You try not to think about what's happening. Just get through it.

You drop your shirt on the bed them quickly push down your sweatpants. You heap them atop the tee and close your eyes as you peel off your underwear. You sniffle as you don the red lingerie and figure out how to tie the little string at the waist of the dress.

Your eye is caught by the shiny red shape at the foot of the bed. A pair of heels. It's not hard to guess you're supposed to put them on.

There's a chime, the same jingle as before. You spin as you search around and tinkles again. It's coming from downstairs. You clamour out into the hall and cling to the banister as you descend. You go back to the kitchen and read the screen.

'Check your phone.'

Your heart leaps. You trip over your toes but keep upright as you run into the front room. You go to your phone but deflate in an instant. There's a video pulled up on it and nothing else. No status bar, no time. What the heck?

A message pops up over the paused video thumbnail, a woman's eye up close. You read the font in the bubble before it disappears.

'Upstairs bathroom. Press play. You'll know what to do.'

You lower the phone. Right. Not cryptic at all. You teeter on your heels before you can gain your balance again. You clop out and to the stairs. You take off the shoes before your climb and keep them in hand as you skirt down to the bathroom.

As you enter, there's a sparkly pink case on the counter. That wasn't there before either. You put the shoes on the tile and lean your phone against the mirror, leaning it just so before you tap play. You twine your fingers through each other as a beaming woman smiles at you from the screen. She welcomes you to her video with her cherry red lips and expertly lined eyes.

"Today, we're going to learn how to get the perfect look!" She chimes and frames her face, "so first, lets go over our tools."

She smiles so big, her cheeks are round, almost twitching as her eyes bulge just slightly. She lifts up a small bottle. 

"Let's go over our base..."

She lists off the items, showing each to the camera. You reach to open the case as you listen, revealing a collection of cosmetics. Wow. You keep a few essentials, tinted moisturizer, some mascara, a touch of gloss, but nothing too substantial.

She presses on, going through everything you'll need for eye, lip, and cheek. When she finishes, she smiles even wider and stares. The camera lingers a bit too long and the hollowness in her eyes unsettles you.

"But first, we have to start with a naked face. Let's go!"

She claps her hands in front of her and the shot transitions. Suddenly, her face is barren of makeup. You notice the fatigue under her eyes and the vibrancy missing in her skin. She looks above the lens and her lips quiver. She gives a small nod and clears her throat, as if distracted by someone else.

"Alright, let's begin," her voice creaks at first but she quickly steadies it, "are you ready?"

You feel icky watching the video. You're not ready. This is demented. This cannot be real. It's a horror movie come to life.

"Find your primer," she presents a tube proudly, waiting. 

You look down and search for a similar tube. You shake your head as you take it out and look back to the screen. She starts by showing you where exactly to apply the primer. You hesitate. The video on your phone pauses and another message pops up.

'I can wait, doll.'

You inhale and lean in. You focus on the screen and the video skips back ten seconds. You uncap the primer and follow along with the application. The longer you look at the woman, the more you notice. That mark on her neck, a patch darker than the rest of her skin.

She moves on to foundation. The video pauses again as you struggle to find the right bottle and a clean sponge. Then concealer, and some blush, bronzer, and highlighter. You're starting to sweat.

"And that's the base," she preens, tilting her head back and forth to show the effect of her contouring, "isn't that pretty?"

She stops, smiling, staring. The shot cuts again. She pulls her hand away from her chest and bats her lashes.

"N-now," she stutters, "now, we have to do our eyes." She leans closer to the lens and you notice the slightly puffiness in the brims of her eyelids, "remember, we don't want to mess this up. We have some nice waterproof products to make sure we stay perfect, from morning to night." She looks up, above the frame, "we don't want to be crying it all off because we had one bad day, right?

"Now, I'm going to try a nice shade of gold for today's look but you can really be creative. Go wild and choose whatever you like. But nothing too loud, we don't want to scare him away."

She winks at the camera in a theatrical manner. You take out a palette and lower your head. You can't move. You're frozen. This is too much. There's something just off about all of this.

"What kind of Stepford bullshit--"

The video stops. Another pop up. You peek up at it. There's only two big red exes in the bubble. Alright, fine. You open the palette and pick out a brush. The video resumes. You really hope this stuff is waterproof because you're about to have a goddamn breakdown.

You get closer to the mirror as you work on applying the shadow. You go with a subtle caramel and amber combination. You're not very good at it but the instructions are easy enough. Nothing too difficult as long as you keep up.

You finish the eye after fighting the liner. You're starting to get the hang of it. Wait. No. That's not a victory. You don't want this.

Eyebrows. Do you really need to do all this? Right, now lips. You take out the candy apple red and delicate trace the shape of your mouth. Finally, a setting spray that nearly makes you sneeze.

"And that's it. You're all done," the woman announces, "you're ready to--"

The screen cuts. The image of the woman with her makeup smeared covers the screen for a split second then disappears to a credit screen, congratulating you on completing the the look. You gape, stunned, and take a step back. Alright, this is twisted.

The video exits out and you're left only with a blank screen. The next message takes over the expanse; kitchen. You grab the phone and take it with you, swiping up the shoes as you go.

Downstairs, you plop the shoes down and face the Echo as it chimes again. Your next directive is on the screen. A timer that reads 'Dinner, t-minus 2 hours'. You hear the television mounted in the corner flick on and you turn to see the same woman as before.

"Hello. Welcome. It's good to see you." She puts her hands on the counter, staring again. She flinches. "Please, don't make--" The video cuts. "Today!" She points at the camera, "we're going to make a classic; meatloaf."

You walk closer to the screen. There's something wrong with this woman. This isn't Rachel Ray or Martha Stewart. This is horrifying. She pauses, nodding, her smile getting bigger, than falling, and spreading again. It's as if she's glitching.

Another jarring switch. She's by the fridge, speaking intimately as the camera is angled down at her.

"So, let's get our ingredients, ladies," she announces, "now, we can go with lean turkey if we're being mindful or we can go with a classic beef." She reaches inside and takes out a paper packet, "nice and fresh."

The screen pauses on her hands. There's a broken nail among her perfectly manicured hands. You back up and drop your shoulders. You drag your feet to the fridge and pull out the ground beef in the same brownish red paper. The video starts again.

You put the beef on the counter and wait for the next ingredient. One buy one you get everything out. Then you get your tools, bowls, pans, knives. You admire the long silver blade as it slides free of the block.

"It's important," the woman chirps from the screen, "not to play with knives..  you could get hurt."

You look up as she holds up a knife and shakes her head. You frown as she grabs the blade and slides her palms down it, leaving a red sheen on the silver.

"See? Always be safe," she grips the knife by the handle as her blood drips onto the counter. "Lets prepare our veggies first–"

The blip is less than subtle. Her hand is suddenly wrapped in cause thought the drops of blood remain on the cutting board. You put the onion on the wooden surface and dice along with the happy host.

The step-by-step directions keep you occupied enough to ignore the tremor of fear inside you. Your thoughts fade to background as you pull the lid off the breadcrumbs. You work through the recipe mindlessly until you have the meat neatly in the loaf pan.

As you open the oven door, that small voice of logic breaks through. Who are you cooking this for? It's an awful lot of food for just you.

"Now we can work on our sides," the woman sings, "roasted potatoes and charred asparagus."

🖤

You stand before the table. It’s set precisely to the standard set by the woman on the screen. Cutlery, cloth napkins, tall glasses, and a jug of iced lemon water. 

The timer counts down and dings. You rush over to hit clear and grab the oven gloves. You take out the pan of meatloaf, then the roast potatoes. You place them carefully on the stove. It smells delicious but your appetite is scant. You’re not very concerned with food at the moment.

You wince as the television flicks on again and the woman holds a spatula and talks to the camera, almost as if she’s talking directly to you. 

“Now, it’s time to plate dinner,” she explains, “now I know, it’s just meatloaf, but it doesn’t mean we can’t spruce it up. Let’s begin by slicing the loaf.”

You huff and push your head back. This is a chore. You don’t think you’ve ever put this much effort into a meal. 

“We want to make our romantic dinner for two perfect,” she chimes as she sets out two plates, “for our very special someone. The most handsome man…”

She bats her lashes as she gives another tense smile. Forced and frightening. The camera slowly pans in before suddenly pulling back. You blow off the unease and open the cupboard.

You once more follow along with the knock off Julia Child. You get two plates set, the meat placed just so, the potatoes scooped out in delicate measurements, the asparagus lines up neatly. You put each plate on a table mat and take a step back. 

So, what next?

Ding dong.

The loud chime makes you jump. You don’t move. You wait and listen until it comes again. The doorbell?

You turn on your heel and pass into the entryway. As you do, the door opens from the other side. Your lips part in shock as Steve steps inside, greeting you with a smile as the security system alerts you to the open door and secures again as he lets it fall shut behind him. You clasp your hands together, questions racing but no words coming.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he smiles, “you look…” his eyes fall to your feet. “Adequate.”

You follow his gaze and curl one foot behind the other. You left the heels off. You suppose that was wrong. Wait, no, this is wrong. What he’s doing is wrong.

“Excuse me?” You scoff.

“Dinner smells good,” he smooths his golden hair. 

He wears a crisp white button-up and gray pin-striped slacks. You grimace at him and cross your arms. He comes closer, stopping before you as he reaches to touch your cheek. You wince and lean away from him.

“You shouldn’t scowl. You’ll get wrinkles,” he says.

“Wha– Steve. What is going on?”

He presses his index finger to your lips, “ah ah. I came for dinner. Let’s not chatter and let it get cold.”

You step back and glare at him, “Steve, what are you doing? Please, let me go.”

“Honey, let’s not argue,” he comes close and grabs your upper arms, pulling them apart, “you won’t like how it ends.”

“What? What does that mean?”

“Meatloaf,” he turns his head and looks towards the kitchen, “it’s my favourite.”

You’re upended by his sudden change in topic. It’s frustrating how he just ignores you. You want to know why he’s doing this. How can he even think of something like this. He can’t. Someone will come looking for you.

No one knows where you are. You didn’t tell them.

“Don’t keep me waiting, sweetheart,” he lowers his voice as he leans in, “I’ve waited long enough.”

You look up at him, shaken by his tone. You’ve never heard him sound like that. You feel his grip tighten on you. 

“Go get your shoes and we’ll sit down and have a nice dinner.”

“Steve,” you croak.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath through his nose. He smirks and lifts his lashes, blue eyes gleaming like crystals, “don’t you remember what I said. How I like order. How things should be in their place. How everyone has their role.”

You scrunch your nose. You remember. It was weird then, now it’s terrifying.

“Yes,” you rasp, “I remember.”

“You don’t want me to be unhappy, do you?” He challenges, his thumbs rubbing your arms.

You shake your head stiffly, ready to wilt beneath his gaze. “No, I don’t.”

“Good girl,” he slides his hands down your arms and slowly retracts his touch, “so, let’s eat.”

[universitypenguin]

The Lobster Trap

Word Count: 1,178

Summary: Princess finds out about Lloyd's views on marriage and his past when she over hears a conversation between him and Zach.

Author's Note: Thank you for the ask @yenzys-lucky-charm

Warnings: Fluff, minor (semi-intentional) eaves dropping, anti-marriage views.

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Thank you so much for your question! I’m thrilled that you’re still enjoying the story (and that you actually took the time to reread it!)

Lloyd has always been a closed book when it comes to his relationship and personal history. He avoids discussing the past, particularly his time in Europe and the Fitzroy kidnapping, which led to his arrest and catalyzed some very painful changes in his life. Despite doing a lot of inner work, Lloyd is still very uncomfortable with deep introspection and would rather avoid conversations about his past, especially the darker aspects of his time in the intelligence community. 

His experiences there, along with a traumatic childhood, have left him with a lot of memories he'd rather forget. He’s not the type to readily share them, especially not with Princess, who would be horrified if she knew the full extent of what he’s been through, and what he’s done. However, that reluctance doesn’t mean that Princess isn’t desperately curious about his past… she just respects him enough that she doesn’t pry. 

Your ask inspired me to write a scene where Princess overhears a conversation between Lloyd and Zach and learns a little about Lloyd’s past. Without further ado: 

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The quiet rumble of the Chevy Tahoe’s engine was a soothing hum in the background as you made the most of the drive home by catching up on sleep. Or at least you were trying to sleep. It was more like a very relaxed half-doze that you’d fallen into, the state between waking and sleeping where everything felt hazy but your mind was still above the surface of sleep, aware and semi-alert. 

It was a long drive back from Charlotte and the trip hadn’t fazed Lloyd or Zach, but you were exhausted. You were determined to hit at least one REM cycle, so you kept your eyes closed, trying to lull yourself to sleep. You felt the car shake as Zach passed through a railroad intersection that you remember from the trip down. It’s right before a small picturesque town, which you have to drive across to get to the highway leading north, towards D.C. you almost want to open your eyes and peek at the scenery but if you do, all hope of sleep will be gone. You keep your eyes closed. 

There’s a rustle of cotton against leather as Zach turns to check on you. 

“Is she still asleep?” he asks in a low voice. 

“Has been since we passed through Greensboro. I’ve been keeping an eye on her in the mirror,” Lloyd replies. 

“Mmmhh.” 

They lapse into silence and you hear the tick of the turn signal as Zach comes to a stop at the light. The only way through town is the main road that goes past the businesses and the city park. Opening your eyes is even more tempting. 

The car swings left and you realize that from your seat, the park is on the opposite side of the road. Opening your eyes would basically be pointless. You snuggle deeper into the seat, sighing. Sleep is right around the corner, you can feel it creeping up. 

“Would you look at that?” Zach asks. 

You don’t open your eyes but they swing towards Zach under closed lids, in an automatic movement. 

“That’s a lot of dress,” Zach says, chuckling. 

“Especially considering she’ll only wear it once.”

You realize there must be a wedding going on in the park. 

“You think the dress is expensive?” Zach asks. “You’ve never seen a bill from a divorce lawyer. And mind you, mine was amicable. I don’t even want to think about what a contentious divorce costs.” 

Lloyd grunts. “Especially when there are kids involved.” 

You thought you heard something in his tone, a subtle shift that hints of something painful. Zach doesn’t seem to notice. 

“True. But marriage isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Look at Bishop—married fifty years and still crazy about his wife. Landon’s happy enough with Ellie. It works for some people.” 

“It’s like a lobster trap–easy to get into, hard to get out of.” 

“With the wrong person, yes. If you have the right one…” 

“You can keep pouring, but I’m not drinking the Kool-Aid,” Lloyd says.

“You make it sound like a death sentence.” 

“For some, it might as well be.”

Zach laughs. Lloyd doesn’t. 

“There are only a few reasons to get married and none of them apply to me,” Lloyd says.

“Yeah? What are those reasons?” 

“Religion, stability for children, and the legal benefits. I’m agnostic, I don’t plan on having kids, and as far as the legal stuff, no one needs those things from me.” 

“The legal stuff would be more of a downside in your tax bracket, though,” Zach points out. 

“I’m thinking more of retirement benefits, inheritance rights, automatic next of kin, that stuff.”

“Come on, Lloyd,” Zach says. “You’ve dabbled in relationships over the years. Not a lot, I admit. None of them ever made you think, even for a second, that she was the one?” 

Lloyd scoffs. “No. Not even for a second.”

The hardness in his voice took you by surprise. 

“What about… what was her name? Miranda? You two were serious for a while.”

"Michela," Lloyd says the name as if he’s testing it out. "We both knew the score until she wanted to change things and I wasn’t onboard with that. She told me what she thought of that, and me, before she split.” 

Zach considers this for a moment. “You never talk about the women you date. It always made me wonder if there was more going on than you were letting on.”

“Or less,” Lloyd replies. 

“Well, that’s harsh.”

“There’s no point in dragging up the past.”

“Mmmhh. Your past is full of regrets, I suppose,” Zach says.

“And yours isn’t?”

“Touché.” 

The icy way he spoke of his past relationships shed a tiny ray of light on Lloyd’s highly compartmentalized private life. Your heart aches and you wonder how deep the mental scars from his past truly run. It was impossible not to notice the bitterness underlying his attitude towards marriage. You wished he could see that not all relationships are doomed, but you knew better than to challenge such a deep-set belief. Zach apparently didn’t share your reservations on that subject.

“It’s not all about the past, you know? It’s about what you want for the future. You should think about finding someone who understands you, someone who could share your life–all of it, not just the parts you let them into.” 

“That sounds like a recipe for disappointment. I’ll stick with keeping my expectations low, but thanks.”

Tension hangs thick in the air, before Zach relents. 

“Alright. Maybe you’ll change your mind someday. Marriage isn’t all bad. When it’s to the right person, it’s actually pretty great.” 

There’s a sneer in Lloyd’s tone when he speaks again.

“I didn’t realize you believed in fairy tales, Zach. Marriage brings out the worst in most people. Unless you have a good reason to need one, it’s pointless.”

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[chanyouchan]

⌕ a verdadeira arte, new7world

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[sayorikao]

Eu te quero longe tanto quanto pertoㅤㅤCapa dark, romántica, Hanse, Seungsik e SubinㅤㅤFanfic por: SugaMinYoongi97 ㅤㅤLeia aqui

[carats015]

Faz tempo q não posto capa aqui né?

Pedido da @zelosnation lá na minha GS ♥️

[brainddeadd]

This Beautiful Boy   

fluff

this was originally posted as a fic for Do Hanse of Viction

You sat on the table by the window, a book open in front of you, a tea half drunk, the jar holding flowers pushes carefully to the far corner of the table, so that you didn’t knock it over. The cafe was quiet, nearly empty and the sun was shining outside, a contrast to your mood so early on a Monday morning. 

“Excuse me,” a voice broke you out of your thoughts and you looked up, “Could I sit? All the other tables are full.” 

This beautiful boy standing in front of you, with his unruly mop of blonde hair flopping in his face, an easy smile and kind, brown eyes that seemed to twinkle, grimaced at his own lie and went to turn to walk away when you responded to his question. 

“Sure.” Your voice was soft and kind, your smile catching him off guard and you moved the book slightly, so that you could pull your tea closer and leave him some more space on the table. He carefully moved the jar of flowers further into the middle of the table before settling into the seat across from you, placing his coffee, black, onto the table gently. 

“Black coffee? Please tell me there’s sugar in there and I didn’t just let a heathen sit with me.” You were teasing him, and your voice was so soft that he almost didn’t hear you . 

“Sorry. Heathen here.” He shrugged and pointed to himself, causing you to playfully cringe and the conversation flowed from there. 

The way he thought of things differently to how you and your friends did and the way he threw his head back when he laughed and how he didn’t seem to care what the people around them thought just made you swoon, and you stayed there, talking for hours and hours about everything and nothing, some things important and other things completely and utterly pointless.

The day passed by in a blur of conversations and sweat tea and black coffee, and eventually the manager of the cafe had to inform the couple that it was time to leave and wished them a good evening. So, they gathered their items and set off down the street, still chatting about something, something that caused you to laugh more than you thought acceptable and in a way that had him in awe of you for what felt like the millionth time that day. 

[lostfirefly]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love 💕

Oh! I like that!

"Just a second, we're not broken...". Buggy and Catherine's biggest fight.

"Desire, I'm hungry...". Buggy and Cathie's first sex after Ch. 10 of the original Egyptian series :)

"In my midnight confession..". Cathie's backstory in the format of fairy tale (Ch. 2 is in progress)

"Thank you, driver..." Without a doubt the funniest creation of my sick mind. About Hanse the bull and Buggy - the bus driver.

"But what am I gonna say...". NSFW story.

No pressure: @operationroots, @gingernut1314. @mydearlybeloathed, @jintaka-hane, @hey-august

[discluded]

If you liked KinnPorsche and need a series to project hard onto for no reason I cannot recommend Red Candy by Hanse enough

it's got

sexy competant deadly bottom

a top who is Broad and has Eyebrows (but not on milekinn's level 😔)

plot holes that wouldn't be that difficult to fill but why bother those are not the holes we're interested in seeing filled

"I'm not gay but apparently I *am* a bottom"

licking ur nipples

all of KP's favorite kinks including: doing it in inappropriate places, feet sure why not I guess, is that your Magnum (euphemic) in the middle of a gunfight (literal) or are you just happy to see me (yes he is), did I mention exhibitionism, fucking instead of talking about your feelings, you are so mean to me in bed and it hurts 🥺���

it's complete too 🥰

(not me hard coping until we get shine 🥹)

(not me about to buy the Taiwanese print of this I can barely read simplified much less traditional much less me being too embarrassed to read fic in chinese 🙈)

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The Boyz- Jacob Bae, Choi Chanhee, Ji Changmin, Ju Haknyeon, Kim Sunwoo, Kim Younghoon, Lee Jaehyun, Lee Juyeon, Lee Sangyeon, Kevin Moon, Eric Sohn

The Rose- Kim Woosung, Lee Jaehyeong

Tomorrow X Together- Choi Beomgyu, Choi Soobin, Choi Yeonjun, Huening Kai, Kang Taehyun

Treasure- Choi Hyunsuk, Hamada Asahi, Kanemoto Yoshinori, Kim Doyoung, Kim Junkyu, Park Jeongwoo, Park Jihoon, So Junghwan, Watanabe Haruto, Yoon Jaehyuk

Twice- Chou Tzuyu, Minatozaki Sana, Yoo Jeongyeon

Victon- Choi Byungchan, Do Hanse, Han Seungwoo, Jung Subin, Kang Seungsik, Lim Sejun

WEi- Jang Daehyeon

Wonho

VERIVERY- Ju Yeonho

VIXX- Jung Taekwoon, Lee Jaehwan

Xdinary Heroes- Goo Gunil, Han Hyungjun, Kim Jungsu, Kwak Jiseok, Lee Jooyeon, Oh Seungmin

xikers- Choi Hyunwoo, Choi Sumin, Ham Jinsik, Jung Yujun, Kim Junghoon, Kim Minjae, Lee Yechan, Papungkorn Lertkiatdamrong, Park Junmin, Park Seeun

ZEROBASEONE- Han Yujin, Kim Gyuvin, Kim Jiwoong, Kim Taerae, Park Gunwook, Seok Matthew, Shen Quanrui, Sung Hanbin, Zhang Hao

2PM- Nichkhun Buck Horvejkul, Hwang Chansung, Jang Wooyoung, Kim Minjun, Lee Junho, Ok Taecyeon

8TURN- Alex Moon, Yang Minho

[diabolikpersonals]

An edited verse by Lady;

“The poison and Karma are two separate things. If you managed to get hit from any type of poison made from Pharmica, not only for you be effected by the poison but also Karma; as two different as things. You can cleanse the poison, hanse the antidote Reiji has made for Shu, but Karma, will never be truly defeated.

Or can it?”

Ohhh~ that makes more sense

karma can SUCK IT we are getting out of this fic with shuuma ALIVE and MARRIED ok trust me. I feel it in my gut

[slytherinshua]

TEXTS WITH VAMPIRE BF VICTON

genre. fluff. crack. smau. warnings. blood and vampire stuff lol. my bad humour. maybe a tiny bit suggestive?? biting...? a little bit of angst in byungchan's. bats as well... just basically every vampire thing you can think of lmao. pairing. ot7 victon x reader (separate). a/n. this is all because of @haecien and our vampire bartender seungwoo delusions... now here i am doing everyone :D

SEUNGWOO

SEUNGSIK

HEOCHAN

SEJUN

HANSE

BYUNGCHAN

SUBIN

↳ victon taglist: @yeonjuns-redhair,, @skz-minchan-enthusiast,, @edensgardenn,, @cyberpunksunwoo

[spacequokka]

looking for hanse fics like

i need more, esp smut. the man is FOINE

[strawberrickys]

here is my current (august 2024) stan AND bias list!! feel free to send requests about any group on here, whether its just talking about them or sending fic requests (or anything else, really !! I am on a break from writing but if you just wanna talk about them I'll answer pretty quick ❤️) this is NOT in any specific order by the way.

trendz - havit + ra.l

wei - ot6 (yongha ult)

onlyoneof - nine

bae173 - muzin, doha + formerly dohyon

kingdom / the kingdom - mujin

e'last - wonjun (I'm practically ot8 PLEASE spare me 😭)

epex - baekseung + keum (i'm not caught up with them yet, im an album or two behind)

younite - eunsang + dey

onewe - ot5 (cya/giuk ult)

xdinary heroes - gaon

tnx / the new six - hwi

treasure - haruto, yoshi, jihoon, hyunsuk + junkyu (help me)

mcnd - win (i have NOT listened to the x10 album yet)

lucy - yechan (also not caught up with them, last album I heard was childhood, but I listened to unbelievable)

disbanded / not active

victon - seungwoo + hanse

x1 - ot11?? (I biased so many of them I may as well be)

1the9 - jinsung

ciipher - keita + sungwon

hoppipolla - hyunsang (현상)

to1/too- jisu, woonggi, jerome/sungmin + jaeyun

[biaswreckingfics]

Haiti I'd of ur still taking requests but if you can I ask for 8 from smut promts with victons hanse??

Hanse + Suggestive (smutish?)

(You forgot to take back the shirts that you had given me, so you barge in and see me wearing one with nothing underneath. Can you not just stare and lick your lips?)

You had just gotten out of work and the second you got home, you stripped yourself of your awful work clothes and threw on the comfiest shirt you could find. Who cares if it happened to be your exes? You had zero plans of ever giving it back to him.

You throw on some music and begin searching your kitchen for something to eat, rifling through cupboards until something catches your eye. It didn't take long for the music to take over your body, and soon, you are having your own little dance party.

You spin around in the kitchen, dancing like there's no tomorrow until a dark image catches your eye. You stop spinning and grab the counter for support as a slight wave of dizziness hits you.

Once you can see straight, you look up and a scream rips out of your body before you can stop it. Somehow, someway, your ex is leaning against the wall watching your every movement.

"What the fuck, Hanse? When did you get in here?"

"Well, I've been here long enough to see you attempt to twerk." He answers with a smirk.

You roll your eyes and come around the corner. "What're you doing here?"

He plays with his lip ring as his eyes trail down your pantless body. A part of you feels like you should cover yourself, but Hanse has seen you naked dozens of times already, so screw it.

"Hellooo? Why are you here?" You repeat when he doesn't answer you.

He starts walking up to you, checking you out the entire way. "I came here for one thing... but now I want something else entirely..."

You search his dark gaze as he backs you into the counter, loving every second of this cat and mouse game he liked to play. He presses against you until you feel his hips hit yours and a whimper escapes you.

"Who said I wanted -"

His lips capture yours, effectively cutting you off. You throw your arms around his neck as he leans down and taps your legs twice, telling you to jump up. He places you up on the counter and deepens the kiss, already driving you crazy. You sigh with happiness at this new weekly occurrence the two of you have fallen into.

[roniscloud]

dhs - pillow fort

do hanse [f. requested, 1382 words] pillow fort

“i still can’t believe you’re dragging me out for some party. you know i don’t do parties.” you can’t help but feel annoyed as you force yourself out of the passenger’s seat. the look on your face only showing a playful irritation as you turn to your best friend, bomi.

she looks back at you and says teasingly, “but you do care about your friends. besides, it’s my birthday. you’re not getting out of this.”

“fine… only because it’s your birthday.” the two of you head closer to the entrance of the cabin. the cool breeze rustling through the trees, the milky fog emitting from the water, and the scenic views surrounding you help ease your mood. your best friend, bomi, to put it frankly, is loaded. she decided to rent out a huge property right on the lake-front to celebrate her birthday—inviting your entire extended friend group, roughly a dozen and a half people. you weren’t exactly the closest to every single one of them but the overall dynamic of the group always made things entertaining. making your way through the double doors into the large space, you recognize the familiar faces already there. you scan the living room with a small smile as you wave quickly at a few that you make eye contact with. you start to think to yourself maybe this weekend won’t be that bad, until…

“what the actual hell is he doing here?” the urgency in your hushed whisper making it evident to bomi you spotted a certain someone.

“well it would’ve been rude to not invite him,” the words coming out in a maternal manner. “both of you are my friends, i wanted to spend time with both of you. it’s not like i’m forcing you to be in the same room.”

you stare at her with a dead expression, blinking a few times as if to see if she’s joking. “that’s literally what you’re doing. i get that you’re older than me but the mom tone is only pissing me off more.” 

“ok fine… that’s on me. just avoid him, have some drinks, have some fun, and all will be ok,” she attempts to convince you.

do hanse. the man, the myth, the tattooed and pierced jerk who manages to boil your blood at the mere thought of him. bomi trying to convince you of staying the entire weekend with your enemy—well he’s not really your enemy… in all honesty, you’re not sure what to classify him as. all you know is that each of your interactions have not been pleasant—by getting drunk was the only thing keeping you from stealing her car and driving off the nearest cliff.

the hours pass as more guests arrive. there seems to be a silent agreement by you and hanse to avoid each other, so far the plan working well. the night continues on until the dark sky envelops everyone and sleepiness washes over the group, you being one of the last to actually head upstairs. luckily bomi told you that everyone had their assigned rooms, albeit some of them you saw in other places on your way up. you reach out your hand to turn the doorknob of your bedroom, expecting an empty bed that you could finally take your rest on. 

“you have got to be kidding me. what are you doing in my room?”

hanse flinches at your sudden appearance. “this is your room? i’m screwed.” 

“why are you here? i thought you were sharing a room with seungwoo.”

“byungchan and chan took over. now all three of them are there. sejun and seungsik are bunking and i don’t want to deal with sik’s sleepwalking. subin took over the couch and all the other rooms are full.”

you let out an exasperated sigh. “then what do you expect us to do? share the bed?”

“i was kinda hoping that… i promise i won’t do anything. i just want to get some sleep.” he sounds exhausted with a hint of nervousness.

“fine. i’m gonna be in the bathroom. just pick one side and stay there.” you see him nod at your words as you grab your stuff out of your bag and head to get ready for bed. as you brush your teeth, you hear some rustling of sheets. it hits you. you actually are about to share a bed with the person you despise most. you convince yourself to go through with it, reminding yourself that it’s only one night. you’ll survive… you open the bathroom door, entering back into the bedroom to find hanse in bed with a not so typical set-up. “seriously? what is this supposed to be?”

hanse lifts his head from the mattress, “a pillow fort. duh.” he says matter-of-factly as he points at the stack of pillows lined down the center of the bed. “you said pick a side so that’s exactly what i did.”

“you’re actually a child,” you said condescendingly. 

“whatever. goodnight, then.” he lays down again, closing his eyes and effectively ending the conversation.

you stand there, hesitating to take another step. when the initial fear finally leaves you, you make your way to the bed. your hands slowly lift the comforter and you catch hanse slightly shift. you make your way under the covers, trying to not move the bed too much to the best of your abilities. you stare at the ceiling, the drowsiness you felt earlier gone. you feel a shift again.

“you still up?” hanse, now quietly asks, him too staring at the blank ceiling. 

you give him an affirming hum. you lie there together in silence. yet, you don’t feel awkward. it’s weird, but not awkward. the minutes pass without any sort of noise coming from either of you. this time you’re the one to move around, removing the pillow directly between your heads. you turn to face him and ask, “why do you hate me?”

his immediate response is to turn to you with a confused face, scrunching his eyebrows. he sees your serious expression and realizes it’s a genuine question. “i don’t hate you. we just… don’t get along.”

“why?” you pause again, contemplating whether to bring up the past until ultimately deciding to say screw it and say, “we used to be friends.”

“we were. you were supposed to be my friend. that’s all…that’s all I ever asked of you, to be my friend, to care. we were good but then more people joined and it got complicated.”

“what do you mean by that?”

he looks back up, “we stopped spending time with each other and we just… we just didn’t have that bond anymore. we got too busy for each other, life happened, and we changed. whenever we saw each other, we never talked. we got snappy and it all went to shit.”

you think back on all the times you avoided him, all the times you made bitter comments and petty remarks. “i’m sorry.”

you don’t hear any response from him for several moments. “i’m sorry too.” his voice coming out very softly, no animosity.

what happened after was a blur, vaguely recalling a longer conversation of old memories being told and hushed laughs in attempts to not wake the others in neighboring rooms. the next morning, you’re woken by bomi and seungwoo. you hear seungwoo say something about getting dressed for breakfast and hear bomi giggling under her breath. you rub your eyes to getter a better view of the situation and see an arm slung over your waist. you groggily tell them that you’ll be down soon and to give you a few minutes. they finally leave the room and you turn to face the owner of the arm. you gently shake hanse awake, giving him a few seconds to realize that he’s cuddling you. he sluggishly asks, “what time is it?”

“past nine. the others are having breakfast downstairs. we need to get up.”

“fine.” he hums although with reluctance. “you know… i think that was the best sleep i’ve gotten in a long time.” you chuckle at his comment, snuggling your head against his chest once more. “does this mean we’re friends again?”

“i think so…”

“does this mean we can be sleeping buddies?”

“only if that involves actually sleeping.”

“no promises.”

originally written: 24 may 2021