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“This isn't about duty. I care about you, you know? Maybe more than you know.”

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“If I know what love is, it is because of you.” —Hermann Hesse

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You can take away his sword, his hope, even his pride. But you can NEVER take the Rattay Tourney away from him.

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present and future wars

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Hey, I wrote more kcd2!! Henry and Hans have a conversation they definitely should have had sober.

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Absolutely iconic that in the first twenty minutes of kcd2 Hans 1. said he loved me, and 2. told me to take off my clothes.

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Somnambulator Henry but he keeps walking himself to wherever Hans is sleeping and waking up with an armful of lordling.

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Finally got my dog back! Henry still misses his horse though. And his Hans. :(

What if Mutt can tell Henry is sad about Hans??

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You know, we give Hans shit for being a jealous little shit, and its warranted, but after their so-by-fandom-termed divorse era, part of Henry's reassurance to Hans in the romance dialogue is "You're the closest friend I have left." And if you're Hans Capon and you interpret that literally, as in that being a huge factor to Henry forgiving you, that he does not have other close friends left- then yeah. Yeah, of course Hans panics seeing Henry develop friendships.

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I think a lot about how Hans and Adder have a lot of similarities (blond sluts with anger issues and slightly more grounded boyfriends who are still incredibly loveable) and am a big fan of that idea when it comes to Henry watching Janosh fade during the Suchdol siege (thinking about how Adder was basically Janosh���s Hans) but I think this very much changes when it comes to monogamy cause I think Hans was a slut because he was desperate for human connection of any kind while Adder is a slut just cause sex with women feels good

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the first time Henry calls Hans a "good boy" - it's a lighthearted teasing. Accept Hans gets flustered and in an attempt to hide it acts like he is angry and "I'm not your fucking mutt!" and storms out

and it would have worked, except it's Henry and he knows Hans better than anyone. so instead of taking his reaction at face value he is like "hm, interesting"

then starts Hans' nightmare of neverending praise. the worst part is that Henry has absolutely no shame and praises Hans publicly and while he isn't doing anything out of line as far as everyone else is concerned, he is well aware of how it's affecting Hans and how he is struggling to act unaffected in front of people.

Hans tries to confront Henry but instead comes undone in Henry's arms from Henry whispering praises in a low voice, while barely touching him. the night doesn't end there 🤭

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Kingdom Come: Deliverance (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hans Capon/Henry Characters: Hans Capon, Henry (Kingdom Come: Deliverance) Additional Tags: Angst, Drunkenness, Budding Love, Prayer, Spoilers Summary:

After drinking with Godwin, Hans finds himself in Henry’s room.

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my name is hans capon and i've casually picked out a latin motto for my bestie and me. i was raised by my uncle (noble) who can't fucking read and has a tenuous grasp on one language ("fac-facsimi- — i don't give a fack what they're called") meanwhile i speak at least 4. when godwin asks me if i miss rattay, the place where i spent my first 20 years of life, i say only that i miss my seat at the bar and regular hunting spots; no person tethers me to the place i grew up. i spent my entire childhood and adolescence incredibly isolated from anyone else my age but it didn't make me bitter. time and time again i'm told i can't do this or that because my title makes my life valuable and my title has to be protected; maybe that's why i fell in love with the first person who ever tried to fistfight me for acting like an ass.

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Love Is a Punch to the Gut

Anyway I've written a hansry fanfic.

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“Have you ever been in love, Henry?” drunk out of his mind, Capon poses him a question. It is always like this with him when he gets a tit more drunk. He falls into a strange state of melancholy and starts asking silly questions Henry has no answer for, because it is just easier not to think about some stuff too much.

They are sitting in a tavern. Probably one of the taverns in Rattay, but hard to say, sometimes it is hard to remember where and when they are and how late exactly it is. None of it really matters to Henry. He just tries to live in the moment – because the past is too painful and the future is too uncertain – and so present it is for him. Save and uncomplicated present moment.

“Why do you ask?” Henry tries to deflect, hoping he will get out of answering the newest fucking brilliant question of Hans fucking Capon. Or better yet, that he will not be forced to even think about. Because he really does not want to.

“You see, I feel quite troubled,” his lord starts solemnly and nothing about him looks troubled even a bit, “I was thinking… I was thinking and I am starting to feel afraid I’ve never been in love,” he sighs theatrically, like there is an audience he needs to perform for. There is not. There is only Henry. And Henry laughs and takes a generous sip of whatever liquid is in his mug.

“Are you sure? The odes you’ve sung about every bathmaidens you’ve met and love letters sent to the butcher’s daughter say otherwise, sir.”

“Shut your damn mouth,” Hans laughs too and he also drinks for his tankard. And at this state of sobriety, a few drops escape and slide down by his chin. Henry watches them with unnamed fascination. And it is probably his turn to say something. But he does not. Too busy staring. Hans does not seem to notice though.

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"Papa?" Heinrich tugged the bottom of his father's pourpoint insistently, "who's that man talking to uncle Henry?"

"Black Bartosch," Hans said bitterly, deliberately concentrating on his archery practice, "Henry and I met him on our travels."

Heinrich frowned, watching his uncle and the stranger laughing together, "do you not like him?"

"What's not to like?" Hans angrily fired an arrow at the target, lining up another shot, "he's charming, handsome, excellent with a sword so I'm led to believe," he let loose another shot, huffing in frustration when he missed, "why shouldn't Henry wish to spend all his time with him?"

Heinrich tilted his head, confused. "They're just going for a drink, Papa."

"Yes, a drink," Hans lowered his aim as he turned to face his son, his grip still so tight on his bow he was afraid of snapping it in two, "at a tavern. With lodgings."

Now Heinrich was really confused but his father didn't elaborate, instead storming away inside the castle. Heinrich shrugged and skipped over to his godfather and the charismatic stranger.

"Are you sure I can't...twist your arm?" Bartosch was saying in a hushed voice, leaning against the fence of the combat arena. Henry chuckled, politely shaking his head.

"Thank you but no. I...have work to do."

Bartosch raised an eyebrow but nodded, understanding. "Of course. I always wondered. About you two." Henry smiled softly, extending his hand which Bartosch shook, "take care, Henry of Skalitz."

"And you, friend."

Henry and Heinrich watched him mount his horse and depart. The young future lord looked up at his guardian curiously.

"I don't think Papa liked your friend very much."

Henry chuckled, ruffling the boy's hair fondly, "well, it's a good thing your Pa is the only friend I need."

"That will make him happy," Heinrich grinned, grabbing Henry's hand and pulling him towards the castle, "come on, I think he went into the kitchen to cry."

Henry sighed affectionately, "okay."

more heinrich fics

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went to Disney Adventureland today and got to catch a Deadpool story time, with a guest appearance by logie bear

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Sometimes a Picture is worth more than thousand Words