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Henry is always needed elsewhere.
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07 Sep 2025
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Husband, he thought. Wife, even, should it please you.
He reaches out a hand, grabbing the crown and placing it atop Hans' head. It was a broken, misshapen thing now, but it looked nothing less than regal on him.
"Yours." He settled on, as if it were any less impossible.
Just a single summer day, shared between a lord and his squire.
OR: A series of vignettes following a single day in the life of Hansry where the boys are forced to confront their lingering anxieties about the future that ends with Henry getting his back blown out (carefully and with lots of love)
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02 Sep 2025
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In armor, that adorns and defends by AGildedTriptych
Fandoms: Kingdom Come: Deliverance (Video Games)
01 Sep 2025
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After a scene of confession and consummation in Suchdol, Henry must leave to complete his task. And there is only one person he can ask to help him don his armor again: the person who most wishes for him to stay.
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02 Sep 2025
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Of Stupid Games And Stupid Prizes by OhTee
Fandoms: Kingdom Come: Deliverance (Video Games)
01 Sep 2025
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Hans Capon has a propensity for being stubborn about the stupidest things. On one drunk evening spent with his best friend somewhere between Rattay and Trosky he decides to be stubborn about where exactly the arrow scar on his noble behind is.
Things get out of hand from there.
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01 Sep 2025
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nothing but your beating heart by mafalda_157
Fandoms: Kingdom Come: Deliverance (Video Games)
25 Jul 2025
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"See? I just knew it," Hans says, poking Henry's chest. "I knew you’d be too damn hairy. Look at all this. You're practically a barbarian."
Henry's snort is fond when it leaves his lungs, more exhale than sound. "You're hairy too," he offers graciously, flicking his eyes down a pale chest. His memory conjures up images of blond tufts—darkened with water, clustered beneath a navel, peeking coyly from under an armpit—before he banishes them. "It's just hard to see on your arms and legs, cause your hair is so fine. It makes your skin look soft," he adds, crazily, airing a thought that should have been kept barred and bolted.
"Do you think about my skin often, blacksmith's boy?"
"No." Henry is distracted; Hans's finger is twisting around his chest hair, an entirely new sensation for Henry's body. His spine tingles. "Maybe. I dunno."
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Hans keeps insisting that Henry share his bed. A very normal and platonic thing to do.
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30 Aug 2025