thebackstage | a little kink [the It's Curtains kink meme]

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as has been discussed on plurk, Hans gets in trouble with Management for masturbating in places he shouldn't

(inspired by this (https://images.plurk.com/2h7IKS51LDDm9syJBpVj.jpg))

you know who this is, anon, do you have a specific week in mind for this to take place (how awful do you want it)

if you mean week 7 sadsterbating i am here for it and highly encourage it

oh did you mean the week he got that coat that smelled like his dead crush

god

>:3

I like the way you guys think <3 totes gonna fill this

I had a million drafts of this that were way too introspective and angsty so please enjoy

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It's wrong, Hans tells himself. And he's right, it is wrong. It's against the rules, for all that they might not say it. It has to be.

Jerking off to a dead guy's jacket is a whole new low for him, but after discovering that he apparently had feelings for the Balladeer, Hans is a little less concerned with his future, considering their chances of survival were entirely up in the air. He can't help feeling this way, hollow and broken, like a piece of him was missing somehow. The worst of it is that piece was always missing before, he'd just never noticed it.

He'd never wanted love, never had any use for it. Why start now? It was easier to simply marry out of obligation, like a transaction he needed to do to earn respect among his family. Feelings played no part in that. Falling in love, with a man; a narrator, no less, was not part of the plan.

It was easier when Hans didn't care about anyone. Easier to just pretend they were all awful like his family. Like him, he reminds himself. He's still gripping himself almost angrily, one hand wrapped around his cock and the other pressing the Balladeer's jacket to his face. His pants are around his knees and he's—it doesn't matter where he is. No one will see.

"Actually..." A voice seems to come around from everywhere and nowhere. Hans straightens up instantly, hands flying to pull up his pants. It was late, he never expected... Plus, come on, after Javert died in here, no one else was using the chapel anymore, were they?

"No, your sins aren't only against God, Hansy," the voice spoke clear. It was not a voice he recognized, but the tone seemed almost familiar.

"Think hard, Mirror dear. You weren't having any trouble with that before, were you?" The voice chuckles. Hans has a distinct feeling that anyone else might have been killed for this. But not him.

"That's right, Mole. You have 'perks.' Though that doesn't include jerking it in front of the cameras." There's a sound like a snap and instantly Hans' pants are buttoned and clean again. This is freaky. "You'll bump up our rating to 18+ and it's far, far too late to recast the child actors."

"So... what are you going to do with me?" Hans finally asks, bright red and embarrassed and the Management personally caught him masturbating, he is so done.

"Nothing for now, Hansy. Nothing for now." Her voice sounds deeply amused. "We'll see how the embarrassment treats you when everyone reads this story."

"That's not—Look, this never happened, okay?" Hans flusters, picking himself up at last. The chapel was probably not the best place to do this. That's what rooms are for. He'd been kind of pushing it. (Though, hey, at least he finally met the Management, was that all it took?)

"I won't tell if you won't." She chuckles. Oh, sure, it's too late now, the fill is done and this will become fanon in no time, but she won't be telling him that. Let him think he's getting away with it. He'd failed at being the mole, the least he could do was fail at being subtle, too.

"Th-thanks." Hans scrambles away, cheeks tinted with shame, his proverbial tail between his legs. Who are we kidding? He probably wanted to get caught, the freaky bastard.

"Actors." The Leading Player murmured from the shadows. She has places to be and a certain Narrator to befriend. Shame she made him forget everything, this would have made a good story.

OHHHHH MY GOSH this was so good, I screeched out loud when LP happened

I would have 100% been down for more angsty introspection but my god, this is delightful as all fuck and I'm so damn pleased

Maybe I'll post it for u later, OP ;)

hahahahahahahaha this is gold

Glad you like it!

In the chapel!

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