Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Hans Capon/Henry Characters: Henry, Hans Capon, Vauquelin Brabant, Bianca, Theresa, Oats, Nicholas of Rattay, Bernard of Oleshna
Additional Tags: Check AO3 for full list (It's getting really long to list)
The pair of them ambled into Pribyslavitz with the sun bearing down on their shoulders and before the lordling’s belly could begin its complaints. While Hans unburdened himself of his belongings in the tavern, Henry settled down on the bank of the stream. He curled in the sun-dappled shade of the forest’s edge and, when a passing breeze rocked the branches overhead, he watched golden patches of sunlight dance across the grass.
Hans soon returned to him, strutting down the path from the tavern green with a sloshing wineskin in one hand, a half-eaten sausage in the other. Gone were his hunting leathers and his tunic; he was now dressed in a simple linen shirt and hose. Staking his claim on a sunlit patch of grass, Hans flopped down across from Henry and toed off his turnshoes, splaying one leg across the ground, with the other tucked beneath his thigh.
Henry listened as Hans chirped away between bites of meat and sips of wine. He trilled on about something or another - a townhouse in Prague, some landed knight, and a minor lord he knew in the city.
He thought, with some amusement, that if he were a bird, the nobleman would probably think himself some fearsome hunter - a gyrfalcon or a golden hawk. But Henry knew better. He was more like the little sparrows that visited him in the summer - chittering away, happy and incessant, as they rolled around in the dusty ground.
As his gilded sparrow continued to chitter and sing, Henry’s focus was drawn to a single droplet of wine. It had escaped from Hans’ lips in the brief moment he stopped talking to instead drink from his skin’s spout. Like tracking a fleeing hare, Henry followed it as it slipped down, till it disappeared in the pale hair along Hans’ chin and jaw.
When Henry realized Hans had stopped talking, he flicked his gaze away from his mouth and found the man watching him, now looking more like an owl than a sparrow.
“What are you gawking at?” Hans asked him.
“Nothin’,” Henry mumbled.
“Henry,” a playful warning accompanied the grin that split his face. “If you want something, you needn’t hesitate.”
Currently Watching: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, slowly. I'm not one for sitting down watching television nowadays. It had to be knightly shenanigans to get my ass on the couch.
Last song(s):
Let's Get This Over With - They Might Be Giants (Spotify)
Microfrog (youtube. My apologies)
Currently Working On:
Surviving my 9-5, barely.
Chapter 13 of Where Poppies Seldom Grow (it's getting there! I swears it!)
About 40% done outlining a Hansry Alpha/Beta Omegaverse fic
Roughing out a Modern AU Hansry fic (same AU as my gift exchange fic, This Thing We Keep) and accompanying oneshot
Avoiding outlining a Hansry Alpha/Alpha Omegaverse fic that is definitely not scratching at my brain, while I'm definitely not collecting research on Prague in the 15th century (that said, if anyone has diagrams/drawings/information on Prague Castle in the early 1400s, please leave it unattended in my presence)
Hansry Kingdom Summer Gift Exchange fic
Slowly getting back into drawing
Currently reading: Do articles comparing laptop specs count? No? Okay - Fics, mostly. I started reading The Legend of Drizzt some time back, and got about a third into the first book before I set it down and never picked it up again (primarily due to my current hyperfixation).
Last Google search: Ryan Gosling cardigan (iykyk)
To keep this going, I'll tag @blooblis, @liddlebirdnerd, and @pinkcherrybloom (no pressure!) Anyone else is free to join in as well!
Been doing a lot of fic reading in between assignments, this art is a lil old but I felt the need to post it. Seriously all of these stories are so wild and fun to read!
I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth-
anyone remember how post suchdol i thought hans was saying "shh-shh- it's alright" to henry because i kept running into him over and over, but really, he was talking to his horse? this is what happened in my mind instead
“… Come here, Hal.” Hans shepherds Henry, lambskin-pale, to the crook of his neck, and threads fingers through hair as he shelters there. “Let me hear you.”
So he does.
-amor et virtus, ch. 4. Art commissioned from @badookie
A birthday gift, for @liddlebirdnerd!
Oh, our little avian aficionado. Our ornithological enthusiast. I cannot sing your praises enough! Your stories are always so lovely, and inspiring, and they hit that perfect little ooey gooey center in my heart that reminds me time and time again why I love Hansry so much.
Below is a small portion of my thoughts on your work, spoiler free, because I encourage anyone who comes across this post to go and read these for yourself! You will not be disappointed!
amor et virtus is the best love letter to Hans and Henry I've read, and it hits on all the themes that I adore about those two. Their frienship, their shared hardships, Henry trying to be strong and Hans being there for him - as a comfort and a pillar of strength - when he finally breaks. This work lives rent free in my head, and I think of it quite often.
My Heart for Him to Hold is such a beautiful work showcasing Hans being his wonderful, competent, caring self - going out of his way to ensure everything is perfect so he could take care of Henry, as a friend and as a lover. To give Henry everything he needs. It's also a wonderful little character piece on Hans himself, his relationship with the various women in Henry's life, and how they relate to the women who shaped Hans' life. Also, there's chickens! I love Hans being a (reluctant) chicken boy.
To Love a Lord (Unfortunately) made me laugh so hard, despite the small emotional gut punches you threw in like a cheap shot when my back was turned. "His favorite color, yellow now he says, but you want to know what it might have been before the summer came." has been seared into my brain, and it perfectly encapsulates Hans wanting to know everything about Henry, not just as he is now, but the boy he'd been once. And it's cleverly written in a way that subverts expectations AND it's second person POV?! What in the hell, man!
So thank you for the work you've put into the fandom and community, for championing Henry being spoiled rotten and taken care of by his lord, his friend, his lover. And thank you for being one of my biggest inspirations for some of my own writing.
I just wanted to say I read back alley bullshit and absolutely loved it, I’m desperate for more hangorious media!!! So thank you thank you thank you for fulfilling the hangorious shaped hole in my heart
You're very welcome! Hangorious is constantly in the back of my head, gnawing on my brainstem for attention, so hoping to let them out to play again soon 😺
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Hans Capon/Henry
Characters: Henry, Hans Capon, Vauquelin Brabant, Bianca, Theresa, Oats, Nicholas of Rattay, Bernard of Oleshna
Additional Tags: Check AO3 for full list (It's getting really long to list)
New Tags: Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Explicit Consent, Fluff?, Bottom Henry, Top Hans Capon, Hans is an asshole but hes experiencing something akin to character development, Oral Sex
A stone landed in the pond with a hollow bloop, and ripples fanned out across the water. Hans readied another stone, rolling the smooth pebble between his fingers while he waited for the waves to settle.
He was alone.
Henry had wandered off some time ago - mumbling in that provincial drawl of his about their supper. Once he had vanished into the trees, Hans worked to keep his hands busy. He found more wood for the fire, sliced away green branches for a spit, and gathered fresh fir upon which to dress whatever game Henry brought back.
When those tasks were completed, and he found himself still restless, he turned his attention to his pack and emptied it.
He chewed slowly through the last of the provisions, and a wineskin was set aside for later. The rest of the pack’s contents - herbal brews, cordage, and other odds and ends - were spread across the ground as he searched for his skinning knives. Hans found them at the bottom of his pack, their leather roll case drenched in some foul concoction of oil and herbs. The culprit was a phial whose seal had come loose, leaving both the ceramic rim and leather roll case slick to the touch.
Though he scrutinized the phial closely, he could make no sense of the marking on its side - a crude circle with protruding lines.
Whatever the contents were, they must have been innocuous enough, as the phial had been amongst the healing tinctures Henry had crafted for him. He used the sleeve of his coat to wipe the leather clean and set it down beside his bedroll, to be used once Henry returned.
Left with no other chores, Hans sat at the pond’s edge, tossing stones and waiting.
When the stone he’d been holding had warmed in his palm, Hans tossed it across the water.
hans needs to learn how to live in then moment and stop over thinking things 🙄
the day 3 kink prompt made me think of this & then i decided to make it a valentines thing (cuz why not!!!!) but then i finished it just now and am impatient so im posting it 7 days early
hans needs to learn how to live in then moment and stop over thinking things 🙄
the day 3 kink prompt made me think of this & then i decided to make it a valentines thing (cuz why not!!!!) but then i finished it just now and am impatient so im posting it 7 days early
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Svatya Thrush/Vitek
Tags: Kissing, Awkward Blowjob, Face-Fucking, and Thigh Sex
It took all his self-control to sit still as Vitek spoke about the finer points of archery. The whole time, his mind kept wandering about how he hadn’t eaten anything that day, how his hose was starting to ride up his groin, how Vitek seemed to light up when going over this archery business. He was fixating on the freckles scattered across his friend’s cheek and across his nose when Vitek suddenly turned to him.
