They never stop reminding you that Lancelot is Galehaut’s wife and beautiful princess with a disorder. Also does Gawain just hate true love, is that it, you hate love, you hate when two people are in love, is that why you’re separating them :/
Oh sure sure sure sure “I can’t lose you but I don’t know how to say that so I’ll use Arthurian legend as a metaphor and compare myself to a knight that died of heartbreak when his knightly companion was thought dead.” Sure whatever I don’t even care anymore.
in a world where you are given the opportunity to get with luke, but you can only have him as A) skinny but with full beard or B) thick but clean shaved, which are you picking and why
You... are a demon.
UUUUHHHHHHHH
I think thick but clean shaven.
A part of deeply caring about someone is finding where they're at now attractive and not what they could be/have looked like, you know?
My preference is a thick man with facial hair, but I think it's also not fair to want a version of Luke he strives to have when he's beautiful just as he is.
And in all fairness, Luke is 6 feet tall. He should have some weight on him. Please feed yourself and be strong.
And I mean look at this guy, right? He's an angel!
jin i wanna know, what are you top three hansry moments (from either or both games idc)
man this one's HARD. i have so many of them.
in no particular order:
the prey quest in kcd1. specifically the conversation they have while riding (walking, in henry's case) to the camp, and then the one they have before going to sleep. when they can both talk about their parents. i mean, the entire quest is amazing, but i love the little heart to heart moments they have so early into their relationship.
the awkward exchange during the italian job in kcd2. "we spend too little time together". henry telling hans he wants it to be just the two of them and hans being like... yeah... me too........ fhjdsh they drive me insane.
obviously the suchdol kiss. i don't think i even need to elaborate.
(bonus, and i'll try not to state the obvious: "how could i depart this world with a quiet heart" in kcd1. and then henry praying for hans during the intro sequence and the dog turd scene from hunger and despair in kcd2. i feel like nothing portrays their relationship better than those two scenes in particular).
Summary: At 48, Hans has everything he thought could have ever wanted: the rightful Lord of Rattay, a healthy son to carry the lineage, and a comfortable marriage with his wife. But after a mysterious man who once fought alongside Jan Zizka shows up in Rattay wounded, Hans begins to realize the many things missing in his life as he has gotten older.
Fandom: Kingdom Come: Deliverance
Tags: Old man yaoi, older men, Hussite War, Misunderstandings, Historical Inaccuracy, Tournaments, Seasons used to protray the passage of their relationship
The first chapter of my old mansy fic is finally done! This will be a four-parter fic, and I'm so excited to finally share this first part with everyone! Thank you to @winged-fool and @journal-of-an-outlaw for your support!
Kingdom Come: Deliverance | Hans Capon/Henry of Skalitz | E | tags: omega verse, omega hans capon, alpha henry of skalitz, omegas are called nymphs, alphas are called satyrs
Chapter Summary:
During Hanush's lecture, Hans loses it and things end up being said that cannot be taken back.
Chapter 8: Matricide
Lately, throughout the last couple of days, if not weeks, Hans kept having the same two returning dreams.
They were dreams which usually filled him with as much dread as they did with anticipation whenever he laid down in bed and closed his eyes. And he was rather unsure which one of those two dreams felt more fantastical to him than the other.
The first dream – if he really had to distinguish them by numbering them – was the one which Hans had in fact had many a time before when he was a few years younger: It was a dream of himself as a greying adult, standing next to both of his parents as he remembered them from when he was a child.
He usually saw them smiling all happily in the dream, saw them greeting and taking him into their open arms with both pride and joy, before they usually turned towards a strange young boy who’d come into view by his side. A boy who usually looked a little different in each version of the dream, but a boy who his parents would open their arms for just as widely.
And somehow deep down, each time, right before Hans would wake up, it was as though he could always tell that that young boy was his own son – a son who had come from a far and distant future. A future that looked bright and happy and filled with warmth.
That first recurring dream of his was just as much of a happy dream as it was a sad one, however. Terribly so.
It was happy because, while immersed in it, Hans always felt rather warm and hopeful of what was to come in his future. Light. And yet, it was naturally also a sad dream, because once he would eventually be taken out of it, Hans could never help but cry. That was, for a future life and a son that was utterly unreachable and lost forever.
Perhaps it would be surprising to hear that, despite what his latest adventures with medicines and poisons may have suggested, Hans did in fact think that he would rather enjoy becoming a father one day. Because in the end, what sort of nobleman didn’t enjoy the thought of continuing his mighty dynasty with a strong and fit heir?
If Hans were given a normal and moral life, unlike the one he was stuck with, then he might have even considered having a child in the next couple of years ahead. However, that was of course only if Hans had enough luck and charm to have fallen in love and be happily wed to a suitable noblewoman by then in the first place.
Hans wasn’t a badly looking fellow per se, after all. He shouldn’t have had that much of a problem with the ladyfolk. And in fact, he didn’t; the ladies quite fancied him. But alas, as he was now, stuck in the life of a sinner, the most he was given instead were nightly visions and whispers of such a family, as well as… the other recurring dream which seemed to have come in tandem with his foretold future family: and that was the fairly recent dream of him and his squire, Henry, usually locked in an eternal carnal dance of the flesh. Or to put it in more precise terms – he kept dreaming of the two having sex almost every second night.
And, oh, how Hans despised his mind for tormenting him with such vulgar dreams.
For more times than he would ever admit, even under arduous torture, Hans had made himself spill with his cock in hand, thinking about those wicked dreams, and had hated his very own flesh afterwards every single time he did it, since Hans naturally was well aware how utterly shameful and degrading such fantasies and actions were.
And as for what Hans thought of himself for it? Well… Perhaps it wouldn’t be too far from what his uncle, Hanush, had thought of him.
Hans was a walking disgrace dressed as a nobleman; that’s what he was. A foul creature of the night. A lazy and drunken layabout. A bloody sodomite.
Someone who was destined to burn in Hell by no other fault but his own, and yet, he was also someone who still had the gall to ask God: Why?
Why must you curse me so, my Lord? What did you do it for?
