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Chillin’ on the Bridge

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Lose your breath - Chapter Eight

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Hans Capon/Henry

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, First Meetings, the fastest of burns, Idiots in Love, Hurt/Comfort, Waiter Henry, Gym Rat Biker Henry, TikTok Influencer Henry, Double Life, Bank Worker Hans, Nepo Baby Hans, Fear of Abandonment, Fast Burn, Drunk Sex, Emotional Sex, Power Play, Anal Sex, Service top Henry, Bottom Hans, they love each other in every universe, Narrative Heavy RP, Roleplay Logs, Deep throat, Dirty Talk, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Premature Ejaculation, Biting Kink, Hair-pulling, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Morning Sex, Love at First Sight, Dealing with anxiety, Borderline Personality Disorder, (hans doesn't yet know he has it)

Summary: Hans and Henry confront each other about the phone call with Bart; confirming the choices made and the words spoken that night; morning is drawing to a close, whether they want it to or not…

Roles: Hans @playinglleaflet | Henry @caponlineage

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[…]

Hans’ hips rubbed against Henry, as if on their own. While his mouth babbled on:

“I want mornings with you– ah – I want nights with you, I want to watch so many sunrises and sunsets with you–”

Despite the teary and snotty wet mess, despite the sobs to his wavering voice, and despite the desire now weaving back in, his trembling lips kept on going:

“I want to be in your bed, I want to wear your clothes, to smell of you, I want you– aahhh – want you making breakfast, I want photos of us all over your walls, I want–” his voice caught; fuck, Henry's body touched him everywhere, the rut of Hans’ inner thighs against Henry's hairy muscular ones, Hans was so hard, christ he was so close–

He moaned, right next to Henry's ear, and he tightened his hold of Henry's wide shoulders, of his nape.

“I– I want to see things and be reminded of you, of us– Fuck, Henry, touch me–!”

Hans wanted nights with him?

Henry would leave the door unlocked after their evenings at Toilet, waiting to welcome him home.

He wanted mornings?

Henry would stroke his hair softly as he slept, press warm kisses to the back of his neck, slide an arm around his waist and pull him close, worship every inch of his body like he was made for it.

Sunsets and sunrises?

Then Henry would crack open the side footpegs of the bike, gift him a helmet, and take him up winding roads through forests and mountains, beside lakes that mirrored the sky, just to watch the colours shift, together.

Photos of them around the house?

He would buy a whole damn bulletin board and fill it only with pictures of them.

He wanted domesticity?

God, yes.

There was nothing truer, nothing more right, than that idea.

Just existing.

Being together without doing anything at all, maybe curled up on this very couch, watching movies, lazily stroking Hans’s knee, while later, in the studio, Henry edited footage Tess had filmed while Hans scrolled on his phone, stretching one bare leg across Henry’s lap.

That vision… it burned in Henry’s chest like something worth building.

Something worth keeping.

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Moodboard for MYSELF

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Rendering practice ft. Hansry 😙

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WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!

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Decided to finally finish coloring this sketch I drew last month in honor of Luke Dale getting to the Hansry romance scene on Monday AND it being Hansry Week!

I’ll say this is a late submission for @hansryweek Day 1: Touches/Looks (since it fits that theme)

⚔️❤️

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Finally after 3 years I have a gaming PC and I can play The Sims 4 again and OBVIOUSLY for testing I created my Henry from the biker!AU roleplay with @playinglleaflet 🏍️🔥

(Casual, party he’s so gay, tiktoker)

Just give me time to find the right CC and I’ll make all 40 outfits!! 🤩🖤

I’m feral for The Sims give me back my 200GB of CC and mods and my days will be happy again! 😤💻

Hans preview 👀🫶🏻

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Lose your breath - Chapter Six

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Hans Capon/Henry

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, First Meetings, the fastest of burns, Idiots in Love, Hurt/Comfort, Waiter Henry, Gym Rat Biker Henry, TikTok Influencer Henry, Double Life, Bank Worker Hans, Nepo Baby Hans, Fear of Abandonment, Fast Burn, Drunk Sex, Emotional Sex, Power Play, Anal Sex, Service top Henry, Bottom Hans, they love each other in every universe, Narrative Heavy RP, Roleplay Logs

Summary: Late night aftercare and conversations. And finally good night.

Roles: Hans @playinglleaflet | Henry @caponlineage

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[…]

“…Is it… is it about the photo with Bart?” he asked carefully. “Hans… I only keep good memories on that board. And when that picture was taken, it was just a brief good moment. But…” His voice softened, dipped even lower. “Hans—those are memories. It’s the past.”

[…]

Hearing Henry say it out loud made the damning realization of just how ridiculous Hans was being seep deep into Hans' bones. The shame settled like a cold, heavy chainmail over him and his blood ran cold. Henry started explaining the photo, and Hans wanted to cover his face as he was frozen in place. Hans had no fucking right to make Henry explain his actions, his bloody life to him. The way he said his name – Hans – like he was trying to put into polite words how stupid Hans was being was a tone of voice Hans had been hearing all his fucking life. Always doing something wrong, saying something wrong, fucking being wrong. Always in need of reprimanding. Henry’s warm hand was still on Hans’ neck keeping him tenderly tethered and when the fuck had been the last time anyone had touched him like this?

Henry stood. He kept his hand still on the side of Hans' jaw, on his skin, and Hans kept his gaze down. Henry stepped closer and Hans could feel the warmth radiating from his body.

Henry's other hand joined the first. Held Hans' face, softly. Hans had no choice but to meet Henry's eyes.

Still blue. Still tender. Still so beckoning.

[…]

“Henry.”

His voice was heavy with something reckless barely held back in the full body tremble that encompassed him. He stared up at Henry, right in the eye, his fists rigid atop his thighs, his head still held in Henry’s hands.

“I lied. I don’t want to take it easy. I don’t want to– faff about and timidly see where we go. I’ll either have you, all of you, or I’m not starting at all. And I– it’s not fucking fair, I know, but–! You– And I'm not saying it's for forever or whatever the fuck, I'm just saying I don't do half-assed! I don't do halfway!”

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Lose your breath - Chapter Five

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Hans Capon/Henry

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, First Meetings, the fastest of burns, Idiots in Love, Hurt/Comfort, Waiter Henry, Gym Rat Biker Henry, TikTok Influencer Henry, Double Life, Bank Worker Hans, Nepo Baby Hans, Fear of Abandonment, Fast Burn, Drunk Sex, Emotional Sex, Power Play, Anal Sex, Service top Henry, Bottom Hans, they love each other in every universe, Narrative Heavy RP, Roleplay Logs

Summary: Back home from the club, straight to bed. The fastest of fast burns.

Roles: Hans @playinglleaflet | Henry @caponlineage

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hans: henry i want you to know i care about you.... even if I don't always show it :( because of feudalism :(

hans, two minutes ago: --and then I'm going to build you a BIG BIG castle and make you the boss of the castle and i'll give you two estates and I'll build you a little blacksmith habitat in the castle and everyone's going to write ballads about you and sing them forever and ever. here i got you this bow and these spurs and i made a chew toy for your fucking disgusting dog whom i really don't mind i swear. i don't like your clothes, i want you to wear mine instead, no it has to be MY clothes it's very important for various reasons. and henry? don't text sam back okay. okay? obviously you're coming with me to every event, also carry this shield with my colors because it's critical that people know you & me go together. your bed is like all the way downstairs that's super far you can just sleep in my room with me it's fine. here's my keys in case you want to just like come over anytime. if anything happened to you i'd kill myself. henry are you listening. henry do you need money

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Lose your breath - Chapter Four

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Hans Capon/Henry

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, First Meetings, the fastest of burns, Idiots in Love, Hurt/Comfort, Waiter Henry, Gym Rat Biker Henry, TikTok Influencer Henry, Double Life, Bank Worker Hans, Nepo Baby Hans, Fear of Abandonment, Fast Burn, Drunk Sex, Emotional Sex, Power Play, Anal Sex, Service top Henry, Bottom Hans, they love each other in every universe, Narrative Heavy RP, Roleplay Logs

Summary: First dance, first kiss. Henry and Hans become aware of each other. Henry manages to break through Hans’ defenses so quickly because, deep down, every AU is really a reincarnation AU, and they’re meant to be together in every universe. Their souls will always seek each other out, and find each other.

Roles: Hans @playinglleaflet | Henry @caponlineage

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[…]

Hans closed the gap between them once more. But not in a kiss.

An embrace.

With his arms wrapped over Henry's broad shoulders. Temple against temple.

“It's alright, Henry…” he spoke gently in Henry's ear.

The overhead song changed. A slow, sultry drum beat, low vocals.

A mischievous smile spread on Hans’ lips and he pulled his head back just enough to look at Henry.

“Dance with me?”

Hans was already swaying in Henry's arms.

His smile was teasing, but there was no air of bravado.

It was just Hans.

And Hans’ hands closed around Henry.

Fingers sliding into his hair, anchoring.

Henry exhaled, long, deep, as he gave into the embrace, his own hands finding their way back to Hans’ waist, pulling him close.

When Hans spoke into his ear, it wasn’t just the words.

It was the warm breath. The timing.

It made a shiver crawl down Henry’s spine, made his lips part on a broken sigh.

For a moment, just a second, he leaned in, instinctively drawn to bury his face into the crook of Hans’ neck. To lose himself in that scent, earthy, dry, like wild forest air.

But he didn’t.

‘Dance with me?’

He nodded.

They moved again.

Bodies pressed close.

Movements slow, intentional.

Their legs weaving between each other.

Their hips brushing. Grinding. Finding rhythm.

Fingers tangled in hair.

On skin.

[…]

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Lose your breath - Chapter Three

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Hans Capon/Henry

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, First Meetings, the fastest of burns, Idiots in Love, Hurt/Comfort, Waiter Henry, Gym Rat Biker Henry, TikTok Influencer Henry, Double Life, Bank Worker Hans, Nepo Baby Hans, Fear of Abandonment, Fast Burn, Drunk Sex, Emotional Sex, Power Play, Anal Sex, Service top Henry, Bottom Hans, they love each other in every universe, Narrative Heavy RP, Roleplay Logs

Summary: They tease each other at the Toilet, Henry likes to be early (not really, he just wants to already be drunk when Hans shows up so he doesn’t have to think too much), and Hans likes being the center of attention.

Roles: Hans @playinglleaflet | Henry @caponlineage

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[…]

Henry smiled again, straighter now in his seat, his posture relaxing into something easy.

His hand slid smoothly down from Hans’s thigh to his knee.

“Don’t challenge me, man,” he said with a low chuckle, “I’ve got a bit of a reputation around here!”

Then, as if nothing was out of place, he leaned across the bar—careful, very careful not to get caught by Bartosh, who was busy with other customers. Henry knew all too well how much bartenders hated grabby hands. (Theresa always said: “If you’re gonna put hands somewhere, make sure it’s up your own ass!”)

So with practiced stealth, Henry grabbed a couple more lime wedges from the garnish tray, quick and smooth.

One went straight to his mouth.

The other—he held out toward Hans, eyes dancing.

He was grinning now.

Openly, stupidly, like a kid getting away with something.

Ah, the beauty of alcohol.

The knee was no better than the thigh.

It was so not better.

The slide of Henry's hand atop Hans leather pant.

Hans’ heart was beating hard in his chest. Pulse racing in his throat.

When Henry leaned away, a fast flicker of things happened in quick succession:

Hans let his breath out silently.

He glanced down at Henry's hand held aloft his knee, only fingers left for contact, Hans’ own hand on Henry's arm. Like holding onto it. Like keeping it in place.

Henry's hand looked good on his knee. Like it belonged there.

Were… were there tattoos on Henry's upper arm, or was the mesh sleeve playing tricks under the club lights?

Hans glanced at Henry's torso leaning over the counter. The silver chain hanging off his neck. How tightly the black top clung to the full shape of his chest muscles. Hans imagined himself in place of the counter.

He snatched his drink off the table and swallowed the rest of the ice cold liquid down in three quick gulps. It did little to cool his insides or his cheeks which must have been crimson by now.

The glass, with only ice cubes and a tuft of rosemary left, remained in Hans’ hand like a barrier between them as Henry sat back on his seat. The returning full flush of Henry's palm on his knee made Hans blink rapidly.

Henry was holding the other lime out for Hans.

The grin that took over Henry's features was boyish, rogueish, a playful wrinkle at the corners of his eyes. His gaze danced over Hans like he was in on the crime of stealing citruses.

How silly. How stupid.

How utterly heartwarming.

Wait, scratch that. The warmth Hans felt was definitely only the vodka shots kicking in.

Pretending to himself like his own smile wasn't genuine, he put the glass down and took the lime.

Let his fingers brush against Henry's more than necessary (oh, the tingle the contact created) and put the wedge to his lips.

Sucked and bit the pulp dry.

Swallowed. Put the dried out shell down.

And, while looking Henry right in the eye, kissed his fingers clean of the juice that stuck on.

One, by one, by one.

His other hand, still resting atop Henry's arm, he slid down. On the mesh shirt Henry wore, feeling the hairs on his skin. To the top of Henry's hand and let it stay there. Palm against knuckles.

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Hansry PSA:

In Trosky, Hans watches Henry work at the forge 🥰

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Lose your breath - Chapter Two

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Hans Capon/Henry

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, First Meetings, the fastest of burns, Idiots in Love, Hurt/Comfort, Waiter Henry, Gym Rat Biker Henry, TikTok Influencer Henry, Double Life, Bank Worker Hans, Nepo Baby Hans, Fear of Abandonment, Fast Burn, Drunk Sex, Emotional Sex, Power Play, Anal Sex, Service top Henry, Bottom Hans, they love each other in every universe, Narrative Heavy RP, Roleplay Logs

Summary: Their second time meeting at the café. Someone’s gotta ask someone out by the end of this.

Roles: Hans @playinglleaflet | Henry @caponlineage

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[…]

Henry immediately turned to look at Hans, one eyebrow arched high.

“Do you always think this highly of yourself?” he asked, though the corner of his mouth stayed hooked in that unmistakable half-smile.

“I’m not here to chat with you” he added, tone deliberately casual. “I’m just enjoying a five-minute paid break at my boss’s expense eheh”

"Aaaand you just so happened to choose to spend your 5 mins standing here. With me. In the middle of rush hour when you're sorely needed. Completely by coincidence, of course."

He tilted his head in a knowing smile.

That was it… Henry had no idea how to keep up with the teasing anymore.

So he cleared his throat, coughed once, and adjusted his apron like it was suddenly the most important task in the world.

“Alright… you win…” he muttered, voice softer now. “I really do have to get back to the counter…”

He took a half-step back, eyes flicking toward the kitchen, then back to Hans just for a second longer…

“…Hope you like the frappé, anyway.”

Hans pouted. He'd won, apparently, but this didn't feel like winning at all. He wasn't about to spend the next 15 minutes with his fancy frappé and staring at Henry with their conversation having definitely not reached its end yet.

“Well, I'll enjoy it much less by myself.”

A pause.

“Okay, fine: when are you off work and where might I find you?”

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