if i think about them any harder ill explode!

(inspired by @/perplexingly's post w that galehaut quote cus OUGH)

Nothing but your beating heart 

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Beautiful commissioned piece for the story of the same name "nothing but your beating heart" by mafalda_157 on AO3. Highly recommend checking it out if you don't know it already!✨

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I may be a bit late for this but still, have some WIPish hansry-romance-scene-what-we-didn't-see

tried to paint this in color and couldn't get it to work for my life 🫠 so sepia it is

found hans' poetry book....

"𝘓𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘛𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩"

(I encountered like 735 artblocks while doing this 😭 but somehow pulled through)

kiss kiss

my loyal knight

wip

hansry nation are you there

a nobleman and his faithful companion

What if we were both little wooden guys & we were friends?

Second & final part of the map marker makers saga

Instead of conquering forts, they played with each other's swords

full version under the cut

This is for the lovely @rowanisawriter who repeatedly uses apples in ways that should be illegal. This is just ONE of the fics that makes use of suggestive apple eating:

Henry takes another bite of his apple. Hans’s eyes flash as he glances down at Henry’s mouth. Henry pushes the wooden bowl on the table toward him. After a beat, Hans takes an apple for himself and rubs it on his hood.

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He brings the apple to his lips, which part to reveal white, straight teeth. The apple’s flesh yields easily. His mouth is wet with apple juice. A thin stream of juice slides down his chin and he wipes it away with his free hand. He chews, swallows. Henry watches the bite travel down his throat. He realizes he’s gripping his own apple with enough force to crush it.

“Would you prefer it if I just blindly agreed to everything you said, Sir Hans?” he asks.

He positions it as a joke, a tease. Something to break this spell of tension between them. But Hans doesn’t take the hint, or completely ignores it.

“Of course not,” he says. He keeps the apple close to his mouth, about to take another bite. The way he looks at Henry, at an angle, head tilted toward the fruit, sends a wave of goosebumps prickling over his skin. “I want you to be honest with me. Always. I never want you to hold anything back.”

Henry’s breath catches. The ache in his belly, ever present now, muscle memory, grows worse. Hans’s tongue darts out to touch his bottom lip, picking up some stray drops of apple juice.

“Anything,” he says again.

From Devourer by @rowanisawriter (go read that RIGHT NOW)

SUGGESTIVE APPLE EATING 😭🙏 thank you bestie THEYRE BEAUTIFUL 😭♥️