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((A little late, but this was something @theroyalmarine suggested I do for a halloween pic. A clothing swap of our RP characters. Callaghan was the hardest. Hans is being a diva and hates the old man clothing he has to wear. They’re not even designer brand! Blasphemy.))
((Been so long since I drew these two! Based on Unfortunate Soul RP with @theroyalmarine. Prince Eric is holding a pocket watch he got from a dear friend of his--> @imonlyaguard))
"They told me you passed out. How do you feel?" ~theforgotten13th
Eric felt confused and disoriented, the world around him spinning as that velvety voice reached his ears. He wasn’t sure why it frightened him at first, until the memories came pooling back and his eyes snapped open entirely. “I apologize, I should be-…!” he clutched at his head with a soft groan. Why did everything hurt?
“I think I passed out because I haven’t eaten in a while.”
Brows furrowed disappointed, but not surprised. Hans leaned on the edge of the bed where servants laid the unconscious Prince before he arrived.
“You need to stop doing that.” He pressed a cold cloth against Eric’s head where a nasty bump was forming.
“You do this often?”
((Hi, I've been looking over your Hansoff stuff and I like the fire!verse one where Hans is singing your version of the reprise of "Love is an Open Door" to a dying Kristoff. Would it be alright if I did a cover for the reprise and posted it on my blog, or even submit to you if you wanted to hear it? I just liked that part due to Hansoff feelsy reasons.))
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((OH MY GOD. YESPLEASE
By all means please do!! I’ve always wanted this version of Love is an Open Door Reprise done but just never asked anyone XD I would love to hear your cover!))
((Sorry this took so long, but I hope this will make a nice New Years gift!? This is my part of an art trade the sweet Rapunzel, foundmynewdream, and I agreed to do <3 Hope you like it, darling!!
Border was taken from this site with a few adjustments I made: http://www.free-printable-borders.com/award-certificate-borders.htm))
Young!Hans -> Inspired by this post (x)
Young!Hans *♥* || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5
((YASSSSSSSS!! Young Hans is such a cutie ;w; ))
For The Price Of Freedom
Rapunzel didn’t even feel when his fingers combed through her hair, her eyes cast down on her apple. She was so hungry. And those apples tasted really good too, that helped, but it made her think of Maximus and, with that, the past. Those few days that changed her life forever. She sighed, lowering the apple down to her lap as she thought.
Then, she heard the man singing and it brought her back from the dark times inside her mind and she smiled at him, shrugging.
❝You can do it yourself but you have to sing the whole song, all the words.❞ She chuckled, Mother Gothel used to sing it herself when Rapunzel was younger and didn’t know how to, so she figured it still worked. Plus, she wasn’t always willing to sing when locked up on those hand cuffs.
❝She stole me because if you cut it, it turns brown and it stops working, and never grows back.❞ Fishing through the locks of blonde hair, she caught the little short dark brown strand and showed it to him, tilting her head a little so he could see. It got easily lost in the sea of blonde anyway.
“A gift and a curse. I've heard that before.” The man said in a hushed voice. Again, it brought memories of what seemed like ages ago. Rapunzel explained the use of her hair and Hans listened with interest. He let his fingers stroke along her hair as he spotted the lock of brown hair hidden underneath the thick blanket of blonde. He reached at the small length and gently stroked along the hair and neck. Maybe it was just him, but the texture felt different as well. “Go ahead and rest up when you finish eating. I'll keep watch.” The apple he held was at last brought to his lips and took a bite of his last meal of the day. “I'll wake you when the sun is up. We should make it to the town by tomorrow afternoon.” He watched in small amusement as Sitron laid right next to the blonde girl as if to help offer some warmth in the night.
I Can't Even Look At You
"Funny, my son has talked about you a lot, but I have never heard your full name before." for now, Eric was just happy that despite the alcohol, at least nothing seemed to be wrong with Sandler’s speech pattern. He calculated that it was possible his father had slept for about two hours before they got in and this had sobered him up just enough to have a civil conversation.
Sandler shook his head, needing his son to keep him steady because of the dizziness the action had caused “No, no,” he continued as if the support was something completely normal “We can talk whatever you need to talk about right now.”
Eric let out a soft sigh, since he had just told his father and the man had already forgotten. He added a muttered “It is always a bad time with this family.” and got sternly corrected by a hit to his shoulder.
“Oh no, please you may stay seated.” Hans tried to reassure Mister Jorden, the father, when he saw how much he was stumbling just trying to stand on his feet. He cleared his throat at the small comment his student made and raised a brow. Hans found a stool nearby and pulled it over so he could take a seat and talk to the father eye to eye. “I came to talk about Eric. He's doing well grade-wise, but I have seen a gradual drop.” He exchanged glances with his student before he continued. The boy might hate him for mentioning some things, but he had to convince the father. “Unfortunately, your son has been increasing amount of fights as well. I am proposing that I bring your son to my place so I can tutor and home school him. We just need your permission. Eric is a very bright student. I hate to see him suffering for it because of some... growing issues at school."
At his words, Lily nodded, keeping her head down.
"Yes, no, I’m not… busy…" Lily muttered, forcing a grin to her face and, for the first time since the night she was trying to forget, Lily looked up at her father. Not straight to his eyes but, she looked at him. And she could see the confusion and worry on his face. She could see that not knowing was killing him.
She didn’t want him to worry, that was her problem. Only her, she dragged that to herself. She gulped and looked down. Maybe she should just tell him, man up and just let him know what happened, ease his mind. Even if that completely ruined his image of her. Even if that made him be disgusted of her, like she was sure everyone would be when they knew of what she had been through.
She sunk her nails on her palms as she stared back at her plate. She couldn’t look at him if she was going to tell him, she couldn’t watch his reaction.
"Dad, I was——" She couldn’t do it, her voice died somewhere on her throat. Raped, she finished on her head but it made her shiver. Just thinking of that word hurt her deeply, she couldn’t think of it that way. Not rape, just… Something.
"I—I… I had sex." She muttered. That sounded better, not as terrifying. It was just sex.
"And… I… I didn’t want it…" Not as good but better. Still terrifying.
The food was growing cold, but the hunger he had felt before was no longer there and he found himself pushing the roasted vegetables on his plate to the side. It was not a habit he did often, but his mind was so preoccupied with his daughter. It was barely the time to worry about table manners or eating. Hans nodded at her reply and thought of some places or activities they could do. He would have to ask Kristoff when he returns if he wanted to join them. When Lily spoke up, the ginger man lifted his head, giving the girl his full attention. There was determination in her voice along with fright. There was a tinge of hope that Lily was finally opening up. She had sex. Okay. Hans took a deep breath. That's fine. As long as she had it safely and used protection. Wait. That last bit. Green eyes widened as he stared at Lily. He suddenly wished that Kristoff was here to help ground him because he felt himself shaking. No. No, no, no. Stay calm. She doesn't need a father enraged and bringing more stress onto her. Hans got up from his seat and walked towards her on trembling legs. He fell onto his knees hard and painfully, but he didn't pay them any mind. The father reached out to Lily and pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her so protectively. "Are you okay? D-do you need to see a doctor? Lily, I---" He was trying so hard to keep his tears at bay. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you.
Unfortunate Soul
Oson’s hold was so tight that it would surely leave bruising and the former prince still refused to stop fighting back. He stopped screaming after a while though, using all his energy for struggling when reaching out for help seemed to be impossible.
Eric was close to kicking the youngest brother in the head when his ankles were taken and his feet got pressed to the ground harshly, leaving his body completely outstretched and vulnerable. The captive grit his teeth and tried to wriggle out of the hold with all his strength, to great amusement of the guards holding him.
His breathing hitched as his face was throughout inspected and his eyes widened at the ‘compliment’. He flailed as the two brothers started to argue what to do with him, trying not to listen to all the horrible things they were planning. Whips, bloodplay, gagging… it made him sick to his stomach.
The world seemed to come to a stop when he felt a cold hand creeping under his shirt, caressing the small of his back. Oson’s fingers were rough and stung against his scars and still healing wounds and he was about to voice his protest when those fingertips started to stroke the space between his shoulder blades. The action left him pleasantly lightheaded, despite the entire situation. “Hey,” this was the first time the man used his voice and it was in an amused whisper “I think I found one of it’s sweetspots.”
Eric’s eyes snapped open from their half lidded state at those words, his brain kicking in overdrive at the way he was referred to. It. Not his, but it’s. He seethed with anger, digging his heels against the floor and throwing his head back to bang against Oson’s nose. The man staggered back, bringing his hands up to cover his now bleeding nose.
Before the prince could take any more action though, Ethan pulled his legs from under him and left him with his head banging against the cold stone floor.
He was fading in and out of consciousness, but still tried to crawl away until a strong weight strained his lower back. Eric let out an almost pitiful wail as he felt one of the guards pulling his pants down and using them to tie his legs together in a way that was inconvenient and painful to him, but left them with full access.
Despite still wearing a layer of underwear, the position left Eric feel exposed and filthy. He was flipped onto his back, facing the three smirking guards from his forced position. Legs spread apart and feet bound together by the confinement created of his own pants. His ankles made the most painful noise when Sanders stepped on them harshly and Eric released another pained scream.
Sanders' smirk grew, flashing his teeth as the painful sounds filled the room. He wanted more. The lean soldier raised his boot and stomped again on the joints of the ankle with the edge of the heal. Over and over until he heard a crack. “There. No need to worry about you knocking our teeths out with your legs.” He saw the swelling around the ankle already forming. So captivated by the pained squirms and whimpers of their toy, he didn't hear Ethan approach and handed his elder brother a vial with small doses of liquid. “I forgot we still had these.” He patted the broad brunette man on the shoulder. Sanders dangled the vial before Oson and the larger soldier nodded. Large hands lifted Eric by the face and forced the former Prince's mouth open wide. “You should thank my brother. This will help with the pain.” The cork was popped off from the clear glass vial and carefully, the blonde bearded soldier let one, then two and three drops to fall down Eric's throat. Oson forced the mouth closed as soon as the liquid was dropped and covered the mouth to prevent the former Prince from spitting the liquid out. “Should make things more interesting too.” Sanders handed the vial back to Ethan before turning back to his toy. “Do you know what I just gave you?” Of course he didn't expect an answer, but simply enjoyed mocking their play thing. “It was a vial of very concentrated aphrodisiac made by amanita muscaria. A very highly potent aphrodisiac.”
The Girl In The Tower
Rapunzel finally pulled Mother Gothel up and sighed in exhaustion, her heart raced at a mile a minute and not just from all the weight lifting she was doing.
"I hope you’re not getting out of shape with all those cookies you’re making, I still need you to pull me up here you know" She teased.
"No! No, I can still pull you up I promise, I’m not eating a lot of cookies I promise" Rapunzel added in quickly.
"Oh darling, you know I just say that because I love you" Gothel chimed then made her way over to the kitchen and sighed in frustration, "Rapunzel! What did I tell you bout cleaning up after yourself, there’s water on the table and food out" She called.
"I’m sorry mother I was making cookies and got distracted. I’ll clean it up right away" Rapunzel replied and quickly began putting things away and grabbing a rag to clean up the water she’d spilled.
"Ugh, I can’t even look at this mess right now" She sighed melodramatically and made her way upstairs though she began to drift into Rapunzel’s room. Rapunzel tried not to panic and shoo her away in fear that’d look suspicious but she felt panic rise as she got close to the closet Hans was hiding in. Rapunzel sped up her cleaning then ran into her room. "Come honey, I brought you some dinner then I have to leave. Mommy’s got a big two day trip to go on so you’ll be alone for the next two days. Before I leave will you sing for me dear?" She asked and sat on Rapunzel’s bed.
Rapunzel glanced back at her closet nervously, what if Hans could see her through the crack of the closet doors? What would he think if he saw her like that? But she could tell Mother Gothel was getting impatient and knelt down in front of her then nervously handed her locks of her blonde hair. She tried her hardest not to shake as she did so. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes then began singing. Her hair began to glow and she could feel the magic escaping her hair and doing what it was meant to do. Now all that she could hope was that Hans couldn’t see a thing from that closet.
The Prince struggled to carefully move into a less uncomfortable position without ruining anything that was in the closet. It was a difficult task. He slipped a few times--he hoped tot he gods it wasn't an undergarment--and hissed as his head banged against the side. Luckily, from the muffled voices, he could hear the two ladies still down below. However, he heard the faint footfalls climbing up the stairs and the voice of the mother grow louder.
She was entering the bedroom! He practically held his breath as the shadow of the woman flickered pass the closet. Not long after, he heard the blonde girl rush up the stairs. Hans couldn't help but overhear the conversation. The more he heard the mother speak, the more he wanted to take Rapunzel away. If the mother was going to be gone for two days as she said, that was more than enough time to--- The start of a song, brought Hans out of his thoughts. The room was suddenly quiet, save for the soft voice singing what sounded like a lullaby? A chant? The light coming from the cracks of the closet grew stronger. Curious as to what was suddenly happening, the young Prince peered through the small opening between the closet doors. A small gasp left when he saw the long blonde hair glowing so bright her hair lightened the entire room. He followed the light travel down her hair until they reached a woman with curled greyed hair.
To his amazement, as the light touched the woman, the wrinkles on her skin smoothed and the greys of her hair gone. She looked a good ten years younger! Was this? This was why she was kept here.
Before I Met You
Oh, so he wasn’t going to tell him what he wanted to eat? Shit, Kristoff didn’t know what to teach him either. He immediately remember how Hans, the adult and his husband, sucked when it came to cooking and he imagined that maybe offering to help little kid Hans had been a bad idea.
Maybe it was easier to teach him considering he was, what? Seven? But still, the fear was there. He tried thinking of something easy and quick, since the boy seemed to be really hungry. Maybe pasta? Maybe— oh, he had an idea.
"Do you like omelettes? It’s quick and easy. C’mon, get some eggs and whatever else you wanna put in it and I’ll help you." That was fast and easy enough, right? It had to be.
Plus, it was easier, because he didn’t have to cut anything so the only danger would be the fire and Hans was old enough to be careful around it, right? He hoped so. He really did.
As he waited for the boy to get the stuff, Kristoff sighed and thought of what to answer. He could eat, just not here.
"Oh, don’t worry. I can eat when I’m home. I just can’t right now." He figured that was a good amount of information. Yes, good. The kid didn’t need to know he knew his future self.
Plus, it was just a dream.
"Okay Bumblebee!" Hans was so excited his tongue slipped and called his new friend by his new name. The boy leaped off the stool and hurried to the fridge again and grabbed the carton of eggs, a block of brie cheese, tomatoes and eggplant. Oh! Some bacon and ketchup sounded good too! Maybe some strawberries and grapes? Hans grabbed them anyway and waddled to the counter and dropped all the ingredients on the counter. Some grapes and tomatoes rolled to the ground unbeknownst to the boy. "We need a pan..." He mumbled, pulling open a few cupboards until he found one that he could lift with his own arms. He carried the pan as he stepped back onto the stool and placed it on the stove. He never knew how heavy these things were. His brothers and their house chef always lifted them up as if it was nothing. "What next Bee?" The boy turned, practically buzzing that he was in the kitchen about to cook without being scolded.
See You Next Year!
((Gonna be gone during the holidays! I replied to as many things as possible before I have to leave and left it on queue so there should be at least one post per day while I'm gone ;D I hope I can spend this time to catch up on art replies! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year lovlies!))
Go follow my boyfriend—BEWARE: Is super grumpy && eats reindeer slobbery carrots ffff
((Hans is jealous of their relationship, but he can't deny the truth behind the post. These two are the perfect couple. At least he'll always have Sitron.))
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((Inspired by this awesome fanart/concept/AU by sailorcar))
((Here's the line up of Star-Prince Hans and his misfits of Guardians of the Universe: Gamora > Shego (Kim Possible) Star-Lord/Peter Jason Quill > Star-Prince/Hans Westergard (Frozen) Rocket > Perry the Platyborg (Phineas and Ferb: Across the 2nd Dimension) Drax the Destroyer > Skaar the World Breaker/Killer of Killers/Son of Hulk (Hulk) Groot > Marshmallow (Frozen) ))
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Hans never questioned his clients when it came to the job he had to do, though he did wonder to himself why someone would want to target a particular person and the way they wanted them to perish. Hans watched the young boy devouring his dessert. Every last bite and sighed with satisfaction as he licked some of the chocolate flakes from his lips. It’s been nearly a month. A slow process, but it’s what his client wanted. A slow death by poisoning with small doses of arsenic in every meal Andrew ate. It’s never taken this long for him to kill someone. What’s scarier, it’s never taken such short amount of time to become so entranced with his target. It got to the point where he found himself adding less and less poison onto the foods he was offering him. Tonight should have been enough to kill him. If not… Hans knew what he had to do."S…so… I keep m-meaning to ask you." Andrew licked at his fingers as he finished his dessert with a smile. already, Hans could tell his movements were growing slow and weak. Event he say he spoke was lagged."What..made you want to…y’know… go out with me?" Hans paused at the question and placed his fork on the plate. He barely touched his meal."To tell the truth, I was sent to kill you."There was a long silence between them until Andrew let out a laugh, coughing violently soon after."What do you know? You do have a sense of humour."
"Hans. . . Your pants are looking a little--tight? Did you gain some weight?" He asked, comically patting his boyfriend's belly, giving him a teasing look.
princeofarendelle"By ‘weight’, I assure you that’s muscle weight." Hans waved away the intruding hand when the repeated pats began to irritate him. He tried not to think of it, but…he did feel his clothing feeling tighter than usual and cautiously placed a hand on his stomach. What could have been causing his weight gain? It’s not like he skipped out on any of his training?
