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To fell every linden tree by vrisadefer
Fandoms: Kingdom Come: Deliverance (Video Games)
18 Apr 2025
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It is the final day of the siege of Suchdol. Judgement Day, some would call it later on. The Praguers' camp had been razed to the ground by reinforcements arriving from Rattay: with Markvart dead, the rest of their forces flee.
Yet, despite being taken back, no victorious hymns echo through the fort. Mortal silence falls upon them: in the heart of the inner courtyard, Sir Hans Capon of Pirkstein kneels, unmoving, on the blood-soaked ground. No words reach him—no hands are strong enough to pull him away. Those who try to approach him cross themselves: the young lord is blind to the world.
It is only Father Godwin’s prayer that breaks through; his palms shaking, spread over Hans’ head: Pater noster, qui es in cælis, sanctificetur nomen tuum; adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua.
Fiat voluntas tua, he repeats, and waits.
Sicut in cælo et in terra, Hans finishes, his voice breaking. He raises his eyes for the briefest moment—as Godwin kneels down to gently pry his hands away.
Henry’s body in his arms is already cold.
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19 Apr 2025
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devotion (in the shape of your teeth) by takupaku
Fandoms: Kingdom Come: Deliverance (Video Games)
17 Apr 2025
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Henry had clearly grown a taste for him – his mouth, his skin, all of him – ever since their first night together in Suchdol, though back then the graze of his teeth had been tentative and careful, almost shy, his lips and tongue otherwise gentle but nevertheless eager. Now he seemed all but rabid in his lust to brand him, but there was devotion in the bruises he kissed onto Hans' skin; a profound hunger to mark Hans as his.
The notion of being owned and shackled by anyone should have felt just as suffocating as the noose around his neck, but the thought of his body belonging to Henry – his page, his lover, his Lancelot – made Hans’ very soul soar with a desire so overwhelming he feared it was the fires of Hell that were coating the strings to his heart.
And yet for Henry he would gladly burn, be it by his own hand or God’s.
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18 Apr 2025
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Hans' nimble fingers settle beneath Henry's jaw line, beckoning him closer with a touch that is both teasing yet fond, but most of all wickedly irresistible. It suffices to twist Henry's mind into a knot, following his lord's silent order without question.
On a lazy morning, Henry desecrates and worships Hans.
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08 Apr 2025