#hanslon fanfiction

[eddieeatsass]

8 & 28 either Benlon or Sinzier ♥

ABO + Wearing the Other’s Clothes from this prompt list

I went with Benlon/Hanslon (whatever you wanna call them) because I love writing for these two soft boys who get grossly overlooked by the fandom. They! Deserve! Attention!

In this world there are three types of people: Alphas, Betas, and Omegas. Those who are lucky enough to present as Alphas will have an easier time in life, viewed by society as superior. If you present as a Beta, you’re expected to have a regular life, one of free-will, which will give you an upper-hand when navigating the world. Lastly, there are Omegas. Omegas are naturally at a great disadvantage due to their nature. If they are able to find, and bond with the right person early on, they have a higher chance of succeeding in life. But if not, they can lose years to their heats; overcome with hormones too overwhelming to focus on much else.

Mike Hanlon presented a bit earlier than the rest of his friends. He’d always been fiercely protective, going as far as to challenge Alphas when they got too handsy with his friends. So it wasn’t much of a surprise when Mike himself presented as an Alpha on his 13th birthday.

Ben Hanscom, on the other hand, presented late. It wasn’t until well into his 16th year that he began feeling the tell-tale signs of something new tingling just under the surface. A few days later, he was showing up to school, an already shy, quiet kid, who was now branded as an Omega.

Mike and Ben first getting together was a fluke. The losers had gone to a college party that they were unaware would be filled with mostly Alphas. The ambush of hormones set off all the Omegas in the group, but the difference was that Eddie and Stan both had Alphas to take care of them, and Ben did not. The party wasn’t a safe place for an Omega who’d been thrown into heat and had no Alpha to cling to, so Mike took the responsibility of getting him home safe. Looking back, they probably should have expected things to end the way they did, but Mike thought he’d be able to hold out. He couldn’t.

What followed were weeks of avoidance, awkward eye contact, and declined calls on both ends. It wasn’t until Ben’s heat came around a month later, and he showed up at Mike’s door sweating, and nervous, and so so desperate, that they realized they had to talk.

Mike took Ben out on their first real date a week later, and they recognized very quickly just how strong their bond was. They could try and break it, but why go through all that when things were actually starting to get good? Once they managed to get past the initial awkwardness of fucking their best friend, their feelings began flourishing at an exponential rate.

They moved in together a year later, deciding it would be easier to get through their heats and ruts if they lived together, rather than disturbing their roommates every month. They’d found an apartment in a tiny house, cute and quaint, to settle themselves down in, and that’s where they’d been for the last three years.

“Mikeeeee.” Ben whined from across the room where he was sitting in his nest. He’d made it earlier that day, hauling over clothes from their closet and the few items he had from the losers to make a soft, safe space to rest. The scent of everyone he loved grounded him whenever his brain started to get foggy, and helped him to feel safe when his anxiety started to spike over not being mated.

Mike crossed the room in seconds, crouching down in front of his Omega and grasping his face between tender hands.

“What is it baby? What do you need?” There was a hint of stress in Mike’s voice, but he schooled it enough to keep Ben calm. It always hurt him to see his boyfriend in pain, and it hurt him even more that he couldn’t do much to help until the heat actually started, but he knew that if he got worked up it wouldn’t help either of them, so he kept his cool even as his heart clenched.

“It hurts.” Ben pouted, pointing to his abdomen. He’d been having cramps for the past few hours, a normal part of his body preparing for heat. Soon, the cramps would become unbearable, soothed only by Mike’s knot, but for now there wasn’t much that would ease the pain.

“Do you want to try a heating pad? Or a hot bath?” Mike offered, petting stray hairs away from Ben’s forehead.

Ben just shook his head in response, leaning forward and resting his forehead against Mike’s shoulder, letting his scent calm him. He began rubbing against Mike’s neck, scenting him in earnest.

“Want you.” Ben murmured, his skin already hot from the mere closeness of his Alpha.

“You have to rest, Ben. The next few days are going to be hard on your body.” Mike hated turning him down, especially when he was in this state, but he didn’t want to make the mistake of tiring Ben out before his heat had even fully started.

“Doesn’t need to be rough… just want to feel you.” Ben looked up at Mike with those puppy dog eyes that he couldn’t refuse. With a sigh, Mike stood up, extending his hand to help Ben to his feet. His legs were a bit wobbly but he followed Mike out to their living room couch without complaint.

“No funny business, okay?” Mike said sternly, using his Alpha tone to make sure Ben knew he was serious.

Ben nodded sincerely, a twinkle in his eyes. He rid himself of his boxers, the only thing he’d been wearing after his fever had spiked his internal temperature, and clambered into Mike’s lap.

It only took a few minutes for Ben to get Mike to full hardness, and then he was eagerly slipping on to him, letting his slick ease the stretch from Mike’s cock.

Ben let out a shaky breath once he was filled to the hilt, Mike’s knot the only part not within him. His instincts made it hard not to feel empty without it, incomplete when he wasn’t knotted, but he was still of sound enough mind to push those thoughts away as he nuzzled back into Mike’s neck, seeking that scent gland just below his ear.

Mike turned on the TV, throwing on something as background noise but focusing on rubbing Ben’s back; small circles with the tips of his fingers, nails grazing lightly and creating goosebumps along the skin. Every few minutes when Ben would whimper (which was a heart-breaking but common symptom of his oncoming heat), Mike would press a kiss to his temple.

They kept on like that for twenty minutes until Ben began to shiver, his fever having taken a turn and frosting over his limbs with imaginary ice. Mike noticed the shake under his hand and immediately jumped into action.

“Oh baby, you didn’t tell me your fever was getting worse.” Mike began pulling off his flannel, trying not to jostle Ben too much in the process.

“Didn’t want you to move me.” Ben chattered through his teeth.

Mike wrapped his flannel around Ben’s shoulders, pulling him close by the collar.

“What do you say I run us a bath, and we can resume this position in there?” Mike asked soothingly.

“Promise?” Ben whimpered.

“Promise.” Mike responded, pulling Ben in for a reassuring kiss.

[fllmetalheart]

New Light

Summary: Maybe being the new kid isn’t so bad || Ben’s perspective of some of the events of It. When the group splits off after their fight, Ben finds himself getting closer to another outside in the group [includes both benverly and hanslon, but is overall a ben hanscom & the losers club fanfic]

thank you so much for taking the time to read this! this is my first "it" fanfiction, but i love the losers club so much! 

a special thank you to my good friend @kxbooms for being there for me no matter what - whether it be supporting my writing, sending me hilarious memes when i need a good laugh or venting! find yourself a friend like her 💛

read on ao3 here!

When Ben Hanscom first moved to Derry, he was nearly jumping with excitement and relief. He was badly bullied at his old school, and saw this change as a way to start fresh. He was hopeful in the dream of finding better friends, friends who would have his back, and he was more than a little impatient to explore this new town. 

As he started school after he and his mom settled into their new home, Ben still walked with his chin up in hopes he could make a new friend. The last few days of moving in were long and frankly boring - none of the kids in his neighborhood had wanted to ride their bikes with him, so he spent his time helping his mom unpack their boxes and then spent his evenings reading his books. The kids at school seemed to not want to hang out with him either, and soon he was known purely as “the new kid.” Still, that beat what the Bowers gang calls him. Every day, once they were done tormenting some other kids that call themselves the “losers club,” they went after him. Ben gained a new habit of checking over his shoulder on his way home from school and looking around the corners of the hallway to avoid Henry Bowers and his goons. Eventually, Ben stopped walking with his chin up.

Things started looking brighter when goodness, light and kindness ran into him in the shape of Beverly Marsh. They bumped into each other in the doorway of their Soc class, both of them not paying attention and tried to walk in at the same time. She laughed nervously and flashed him a smile that had Ben rooted to his spot, saying a quick apology as Ben stood aside and let her walk through. It was all Ben could do to smile back and mumble a quick reply before he fell head over heels. After that, Ben couldn’t help but glance her way every time she raised her hand to answer a question or every time the teacher her out, and every time she laughed he found himself stifling back a laugh too because good gosh, it was contagious. Despite the gross, terrible rumors that floated around the school that so many people seemed to believe, Ben didn’t believe a word of it; all it took was one glance at Beverly to know she was a good person. 

The last few weeks of school sneaked up on them rather quickly and before they knew it, summer vacation was just a couple days away. And still, Ben had no friends - no real ones, at least. There was that kid in his math class that he asked to borrow a pencil from one time, and they made awkward small talk every now and then, and there was someone who also sat in the library during lunch but they didn’t talk much. Ben started to wonder if the summer was going to be like when he first moved to Derry: in isolation, his only pass-times riding his bike or going to the library. It wasn’t until the very last day of school that Ben knew this summer was going to be different. 

When Beverly Marsh had bumped into him once again while he was juggling a project and his bike, Ben was turned into a nervous wreck once again. He fumbled over his words as she warned him about Henry and his goons, as she smiled brighter than the sun when she found out he was listening to the New Kids on the Block, but it wasn’t until she had signed his empty yearbook that he felt a warm rush of emotion but it was more than just his growing affection for her, it was a sense of something he hadn’t had in a while - a friend. 

“Hang in there, new kid on the block,” She chanted over her shoulder as she walked away. 

Looking at her curly signature in his yearbook and then back at her, he gathered the courage to shout “Please don’t go, girl!” But she had already walked out of earshot, and he was let mumbling to himself. 

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Despite the fact that there was a murderous clown running around the sewers and was taking the form of whatever they feared most, Ben found it ironic that it would be in the midst of this chaos that he finally found some friends. If they weren’t looking for Georgie or Betty Ripsom, they were riding their bikes around town and jumping off the cliff at the quarry. He much preferred listening to Richie trash mouthing and Eddie constantly butting heads with him, than being at home alone while his mom worked two jobs. 

As the weeks came and went, Ben got closer to Beverly, but also made long lasting friendships with others in the group, especially Mike. After finding out that Mike also has a knack for reading, they would often go to the library together when they weren’t exploring with the group. 

At this point, Ben didn’t care much whether he was going to run into Bowers or It, because if there was one good thing that would come out of this chaotic summer was that the losers club was closer than ever. Looking back, Ben had wished he was more prepared for what was about to happen ... 

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The losers club were running away from It’s house on Neibolt, and were screaming at the tops of their lungs. After Eddie was dragged away to the hospital but his mother, they stood there rooted to the spot. Richie furiously marched back and forth, shouting at Bill, and Mike and Stan were anxiously tugging at their hair. Ben was breathing deep and trying to keep the pain at bay while his stomach bled from the deep claw marks that scratched him. They were all panicking, and Richie was letting his fear and frustration get the best of him, but it wasn’t until Bill punched Richie that Ben felt dread wash over him. He was scared of It, but he was also scared of losing these friends. He wanted to stay alive and not fight It, but that would mean their friendships would be strained.

As they went their separate ways, Ben felt himself dragging his feet. He had the sickening notation that he was going to spend the rest of his summer at home alone, or hiding in the library instead of hanging out and wandering around with his new friends. When his mother got home late that night, she was shocked to see the deep cuts on his stomach and helped him change the bandages he had placed on earlier with a worried brow. 

A week had passed, and there was no word from any of the other losers except for Mike, who he had kept in contact with. Three days after their fight, Mike bumped into him at the library and they both quickly forgot about the group’s tension and were just happy to see a friend again. Throughout the next few days, Ben spent a lot of time with Mike. Ben would exchange books with Mike (who would then show Ben the movie adaptations when they went over to his place), and they would ride their bikes together, and Mike even took Ben to his family’s farm and gave him a tour. They ended up spending the rest of their day along the creek by his farm, enjoying the warm sun hitting their faces as they dipped their feet in the cool water. 

Ben was sitting on the grass, kicking his feet in the grass when he heard Mike, who was standing in the shallow water, sigh. Ben looked up at him curiously and Mike shrugged.

“I miss the others,” He said, splashing the water nervously. “I’m happy you and I’ve been hanging out a lot lately, but I’m worried about the others.”

“Me too,” Ben admits and Mike sat down beside him, their jeans rolled up to their knees while their feet continued to splash around in the creek. “You don’t think ... It’s done anything, do you?” He asked hesitantly.

“I dunno,” Mike shook his head, his brow furrowed anxiously. “I hope not. You guys are the only friends I really have.”

“You’re not the only outsider, you know,” Ben elbowed him playfully, a small empathetic smile on his lips. “I’ve been in this town for over five months already but I didn’t make any friends at school ... But then Beverly was there, and then next thing I knew all of you were there. And then we got in that fight and now you’re all I’ve got.”

Mike nodded understandingly, a sad smile tugging on the corners of his lips as well. “Being home schooled isn’t all that bad and I know my Grandpa just wants the best for me, but ... It gets lonely. I think he sees my dad in me, but I’m not my dad, so there’s always this drift between us, y’know? And it’s not like there’s any kids my age around out here, so I don’t really have any friends except for you and the others. I miss ‘em,” He sighed. “Do you think we should check up on them? Make sure ... It hasn’t got to them?”

“Probably,” Ben agreed. “It’s getting late, so I should head back before my mom gets home. Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow,” Mike echoed, nodding his head in agreement. Tomorrow they would gather up the courage to break the tension between everyone to be good friends and make sure they were all doing alright. Ben and Mike dried off their feet on the grass, and Ben picked up his bike that was leaning against a tree. They said goodbyes and Ben thanked him for having him over before turning around, but before he took another step, Mike called out, “Hey, Ben?”

“Yeah?” He stopped and turned around again to face Mike, who was shuffling on his feet. He lifted his head to reveal a kind, welcoming smile.

“I’m glad we became friends.”

Ben felt the same warm rush he felt when Beverly had signed his yearbook, and he felt his fondness for Mike grow.

“So am I.”

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For four months, Ben Hanscom was alone and left to his own devices. He went to a school where he had no friends and was being constantly bullied, and then went to a home where he had a mom who loved him but she was a single parent and had to work two jobs to support them, which meant she was never home. He nearly gave up on the idea of having friends who would care about him, until he met the losers. He never thought he would have a small group of people who wanted to be there for him, let alone that he would fight a kid-killing clown of nightmares with them, but there they were at the bottom of the well house. At this point, nothing was impossible. 

They faced their fears together, they overpowered an evil demon together - sure, they fight and disagree from time to time, but at the end of the day they would always have each others back. After all, losers have to stick together. 

“Fear,” It had mumbled ominously before falling into darkness, and for the first time in weeks, despite the floating corpses of dead children slowly falling down, Ben felt relieved. They won! 

Panting loudly as the rush of adrenaline from the fight wore off, Ben looked around to see how his friends were holding up. He felt relieved seeing Mike, Beverly, Stan, Richie and Eddie alright - a little battered and bruised, but would be just fine. They were going to be okay. But where was Bill?

He called out Bill’s name softly when they saw him crouching over something by It’s collection of trinkets. As he walked closer, he saw it was a yellow rain jacket. With a cold shiver running down his spine, he realized it must have been Georgie’s because Bill was now quivering as sobs shook his shoulders.

Richie was the first to drop to his knees and wrap his arms around his friend, followed by Beverly. Ben stood there for a moment, not knowing what to say to comfort his friend - what could possibly be said to make this okay? With a sigh, Ben felt his heart shatter for his broken friend and for all they had just went through together; he fell onto his bruised knees and joined the group hug. 

They remained in that position for quite some time, none of them wanting to break the tight embrace as they comforted Bill, who continued to weep his eyes dry. Quickly enough, they were all silently crying as they supported their friend in accepting his little brother’s death, and as they allowed themselves to finally feel relief that the fight was finally over. For now. Ben knew that It would return in twenty seven years, but for now, he would relish the feeling of embracing the losers who had quickly wormed their way into his heart. 

When they had eventually made their way back up, Bill still clutching onto Georgie’s rain jacket, Ben felt brave. He didn’t feel brave when he was being harassed by Bowers and his goons, and he sure as hell didn’t feel brave the first few times he encountered It, but after overcoming his fears with the people he cared about the most, he was washed over with a new consuming feeling of courage. 

As they stepped outside and the warm rays of the sun hit Ben’s face, he came to the decision that all of this was worth it. He never wanted to do something like this again, he never wanted to see It again and he sure hoped It really was gone for good, but if it meant he would come out with friends like these, he would do it all over again in a heart beat. 

He beamed brightly as he hugged Beverly and Mike goodbye, but was pleasantly surprised when Richie, Eddie, Stan and Bill gave him a hug as well (a “bro hug,” as Bill called it, quickly followed by him telling Richie who had his mouth open as if he was about to speak, “not to make it weird”). 

Maybe being the “new kid on the block” wasn’t so bad. 

THE END. 

[lethimrunsonia]

'Cause You The Only One I Need And I'm The Only One For You

Mike, Bill, and Eddie are watching Unsolved Mysteries and Benny has really missed Mikey. And Mike has really missed Benny. Cue the Cuteness.

Part of Six Different Ways Polyverse!

@kitchen-witch-bitch and I’s <3.

[ratbird0917]

💜New Fic! Pushing Up Lavender💜

[polyamorylosersau]

Pet names for the Losers, Ben edition:

(Ben’s pet names for the Losers) (obviously there is overlap and an overuse of honey BUT these are the ones most often used)

Bev: my delight, Bev love, sweet girl

Mike: Handsome, Muscle Man, Muffin

Richie: Buddy/Bubba, jellybean, gorgeous

Stan: Blue Jay, Snuggle butt, baby

Bill: Bunny, Monkey, Stud Muffin

Eddie: Darling, cupcake, chipmunk

[polyamorylosersau]

We Got A Lot To Learn (We're Alive, We Are Loved)   

Ch.2 - Bev/Mike, Ben/Bev, Stan/Bev, Stan/Ben (phone sex!)     

Part of @kitchen-witch-bitch and @lethimrunsonia ‘s Poly!Losers AU (Six Different Ways).

 "You don't sound okay, baby." He tried, hearing the crack in her voice. "Please don't be scared. I...I really like you, too. And I didn't want to say anything because I didn't want to overstep, or hurt you or Ben." 

She sniffed and peeked up at the phone. “You-you do? Why...um...” she wiped at her eyes, “...that was nice of you,” she said, feeling kinda stupid and thrown off her game.

[lethimrunsonia]

Ben and Mike - Hanslon!

From @kitchen-witch-bitch and I’s Poly!Losers AU. 

Ben’s face flushed scarlet. "You think I'm beautiful?" Beverly, Stan, and now Mike? Some of the most beautiful people in the world had said that about Ben?They couldn't all be wrong, could they? He wiggled a little under Mike's gaze, uncomfortable accepting such high praise. He figured he was going to have to get used to that around his Losers, but it certainly wasn't going to be in that moment.

“Yes,” Mike said, eyes serious and concerned. “You don’t think so, honey?” He climbed over Ben’s body and kissed his cheeks with slow movements. “Can I show you?” He kissed under Ben’s ear, breath hot. “How pretty you are?”

[lethimrunsonia]

We Got A Lot To Learn (We're Alive, We Are Loved)

Ch.1 Ben/Bev, Ben/Stan - Explicit

2020. Set a few weeks before Six Different Ways Poly!Losers AU.

Ben and Bev are spending their last night in their NY apartment before they have to temporarily move back to Derry for the summer. Life seems a bit on hold now that college is almost over. Ben (during all of college) has been trying to get Bev to talk to Mike about her crush on him (and everyone else), while Bev has been doing the same to Ben about Stan (and everyone else). Maybe, finally, some things can fall into place again.