#kcd Fritz

[onemoretryx2]

He didn't get it

[tiss-mushroom]

Specially for @issadrawlikeagod

[fluffyspaceshark]

Ugh I can't stand Fritz.

[impmansloot]

saw this line in my sister's playthrough and had to load my own old save to screenshot it like a madman

(he says this if you refuse to participate in the tourney but then change your mind)

[treefish815]

Your honour, I'm afraid my boys are lazy, annoying, and on the road to banditry because they had far rougher childhoods before the raid than Henry did, and less to distract themselves from the trauma of Skalitz with. Sorry that's the rules now can't argue with it

[guthraiel]

as a czech (moravian) village teenager i have opinions on skalitz gang modern AU hijinks but im too busy with school to actually write down hcs or make designs for it

[eddard-danson-thirdofhisname]

Henry's come to see us!!!

Good Evening to all 4 people in the KCD tags

[podcastenthusiast]

KCD Fic Recs

Will update as needed. After I've actually played kcd2 I'll likely expand this considerably. Mostly hansry.

Lavender's Green by DiscretionaryLigatures

After their victory at Suchdol, Henry and Hans live happily ever after-- but how? When social pressures assert their claim, can the lovers build a life for themselves?

astra inclinant, sed non obligant by audentesfortunaiuvatt

Their horses slow with the incline of the rolling hills, and Hans can’t help but steal glances towards Henry more often than he dare admit. His hair is fairer in the sunlight, his eyes brighter, his smile more radiant. The beauty of all the wildflowers in the meadow are nothing compared to the rider beside him, swept up in his own tales of a simpler time. This is surely what the poets meant when they spoke of longing, of devotion, of something so much greater than yourself. Of love. _____ Days at the Devil's Den in the aftermath of Suchdol and the freedom to explore something new.

Sharpen Your Knife by Ashertmarn

Godwin doesn't blame Henry for turning to drink, he's certainly been through more than enough to warrant it, but when it starts causing problems, it's Godwin that has to step in. But Godwin's no saint, and with his own demons nipping at his heels, what help does he truly have to offer?

To Distant Isles by jef379

After Suchdol, Henry finds himself unable to cope with the quiet, and unable to reconcile his feelings for Hans with his duty to Lord Capon. Picking up the bottle feels as natural as picking up the sword.

Henry’s Saviour Schnapps [Translation from chinese] by sweetpea2022

"If you could, would you ever go back to a certain moment in the past?" Henry had asked Father Godwin this question more than once. A drunk Godwin would tell him, "Tempus fugit, et non revertitur." (Time flies and never returns.) A sober Godwin, on the other hand, would say that he wouldn't mind squeezing the bathhouse mistress’s tits in Uzhitz one more time. And yet, for some reason, out of all the moments in his life, Henry kept returning to one endless sunset in Nebakov—Hans Capon, twenty years old, leaning against the railing on the second floor of the fortress, golden hair gleaming in the setting sun. From that moment on, every angel Henry ever imagined bore his likeness.

A Father’s Claim by Too_Many_Rooks

Not In Blood But In Bond by gondolinarchivist

When his injured, exhausted son had burst into Pirkstein’s hall after disappearing without word into Vranik, the last thing Henry had said before collapsing feverishly into his arms had been a furious, bewildered, begging whisper of ‘father?’ His son was battered and bruised, but not broken. As it always was, with Henry. God above, as it always would be, he’d prayed, over and over again, sitting vigil at Henry’s bedside; for the first time in either of their lives being allowed the simple domesticity of sitting beside his sick child, worrying, and waiting for him to get better. —- Henry and Radzig, after Vranik, after learning the truth, having a vital conversation before they both ride to war.

miserere mei, Deus by eyes_of_the_lamb

Then Capon clambers into bed with him, extinguishing Henry’s last flicker of hope that this was a bad joke after all. There’s a bit of a shuffle while Capon gets comfortable and Henry stews in the curious sensation of a warm body pressed back-to-back against his. He’s slept with girls before, and Mutt, and once, years ago, he even shared a hayloft with Matthew and Fritz… but this is different. This is Capon. Sir Hans Capon of Pirkstein. Henry’s lord.

Henry and Hans share a bed at Trosky Castle. Twice. And a beast wakes in Henry, one he thought chained and abandoned to the dark long ago. Disturbed, newly unsure of himself, and afraid he can't be the protector his lord needs, Henry seeks aid from an unexpected quarter: Lord von Bergow's silver-tongued swordmaster. Set during the canon storyline; spoilers through Nebakov.

When Henry swings off of Pebbles in the courtyard of Pirkstein, dusty with travel and tired from the road, it is not his lord, or even his lady, who greets him first. “Hal!” Heinrich, his little child-voice high and excitable, outruns his nurse as he dashes to Henry. “Hal, Hal, Hal!” - Alternate title: A Day In The Life of Uncle Hal A little snapshot into how Henry navigates his life, Hans’s marriage, and most if all, Hans’s little boy.

Whatever It Takes by MovingPen

After single-handedly freeing Hans from Maleshov, Henry realizes there are fewer and fewer lines he's not willing to cross. [In which Henry is an exceptionally skilled killer even though he doesn't want to be, Hans gets a glimpse of the horrors carried out in his name, and they both take a well-deserved rest.]

but time makes you bolder by Brittnodo

Henry and Sir Radzig find common ground in uncommon circumstances, and bond over tumultuous stories of love and quiet sacrifice. (Or, Henry and Hans are painfully obvious in their affections and Radzig decides a father-son road trip is in order before he loses his mind.)

by a heel by rednightmare

God’s truth: It does not occur to Henry until the moment he spies Hans’s heel hanging over the edge of the hangman’s block at Trosky that Birdie of Pirkstein could ever die. My take on For Whom the Bell Tolls. KCD2 spoilers for said quest. One shot, canon outcome with an established relationship flair

With Horn and Leash by rednightmare

It is Henry’s first winterhunt, and wolves are howling in the fields. Hans cannot understand why everyone is so afraid. A KCD1-era deep dive into the issue of class and what it means for Hans & Henry's present as well as their future. Hansry, established relationship. Implied Bianca/Theresa.

Pray The Sun May Rise by isnt_it_pretty

Henry should be the one standing here, triumphant in his long-await victory and finally laying to rest the spirits of Skalitz he carries on his shoulders, but Henry is god-knows-where, trapped in von Bergow’s hands, and so Hans will do it in his stead.

Ad Pacem by onlystars

Hans doesn’t do it to spite Hanush. That’s just an additional pleasure. Or: All roads lead to Constantinople.

Infaustus by vrisadefer

To young lord Hans Capon of Pirkstein, no matter whether he was the son of a village blacksmith or a noble's bastard, Henry was no more than a dog. The moment the dog dared to disobey, all he was good for was to be kicked, and all he could hope for is that the lord, in his infinite noble wisdom, wouldn't deem him rabid—and put him down. Let it be so, then. If he was an unruly dog, hungering after something he had no right to, then he was already damned. God can't help him. His soul was already lost—the leash to it in different hands than God's. Henry tries to bury all the conflicting feelings about his lord somewhere deep. But was born under an unlucky star, after all: the world won't let him keep these things buried for too long. A study of Henry's state of mind after Laboratores until For Victory!; exploration of his own fears and desires he struggles to understand. Canon compliant, extended: filling in the gaps. Misunderstood religious misery, self-discovery, shameless dog motif, power imbalance and crossing the class divide; two absolute fools in horrible, horrible love.

Omnia Vincit Amor by goldenhart

Love conquers all: let us, too, yield ourselves to love. The Lord of Rattay is married. His beloved watches from afar.

Prayer Before Morning by rednightmare

At Christmastime, even Hans must go to church. Because he is still Hans, he brings Henry along. Winter-themed sugary fic with a hard shot of lordship angst. One shot. KCD2 SPOILER-FREE.

In Spring by rednightmare

Spring cannot last forever. Eventually, he will grow up. An exploration of the end of Lord Capon’s extended adolescence, and the animals left unhunted. Vignettes, one-shot.

Wildflowers in Bohemia by gondolinarchivist

The Lady of Rattay, and a girl who had once laughed in Skalitz. What does the story look like when Hans and Henry are women, born into a world where they are not free to live, or to love, as men are?

The Kind That Burns by sk3l3m4n

Henry thinks he might have a fever. It’s the only reasonable explanation for the deep churning whirlpool of nausea in his stomach, not to mention the sweating and shivering he’s desperately been trying to hide all day. All week, really. Ever since he and Hans rode back into Rattay, a lord and his loyal servant once again. No longer on equal footing, at least not in the public eye. Henry knows it’s not an intentional slight on the part of his friend, but there’s a guilty kernel of resentment in his heart for having been abandoned so Hans can marry someone else. ‘Someone else’, he sounds like a fool. Even if the lord hadn’t been promised to Jitka of Kunstadt, it’s not like that would’ve freed him up to walk hand-in-hand with Henry. Things just don’t work that way.

Lost in the Trees by rednightmare

In the monastery, among the monks of St. Benedict, Brother Gregor learns how to live a life of God. Request fill: Henry uses his time in the monastery to reflect on his life—as it is, and as it used to be, and his relationship with Lord Capon.

The following are isterik fics:

Se Probare by invictus6

After the mysterious Ištván Tóth raids his village, Erik, a 17-year-old peasant, is swept up in war and politics, learning how to navigate his new dangerous lifestyle while his relationship with Ištván evolves from hesitant servitude into blasphemous fixation. (or: Kingdom Come: Deliverance, from the perspective of Erik rather than Henry.)

Nunc scio quid sit amor by Lamina2505

By day, Istvan led a band of outlaws and mercenaries – broken men like him, orphaned by war, disillusioned by God. By night, they burned villages, looted merchants’ caravans, and killed without songs or banners. There were no righteous causes left, no sides worth dying for. Only the steel of a sword on his belt and the clink of stolen coins in his pouch brought him some comfort. Then God or the Devil himself sent him the boy.

Kiss Me on the Mouth by Leo_is_alive

Istvan and Erik discuss Henry and Erik grows rather needy for affirmation. Istvan is glad to assist- though, Erik seems to want something different than usual. AKA erik blows istvan and the old man tries to not pass out

Heavy heart by ONeophyte

Usually, Istvan was far more talkative. Not chatty, but always ready with something to say — some sharp little truth, some quiet wisdom to share with a friend on the road. He liked to say, for example, that war had two hands. One takes, the other gives — one will catch you by the throat no matter how you squirm, and the other you must reach for yourself. Or that every goodbye always ends with a reunion — over wine, or in the Devil’s pot. And that only fools call Death a homewrecker, when there’s no better procuress to be found.

Aegri somnia vana by neodyymi

To Ištván's great satisfaction, Erik turned toward him, a drunken smile spreading across the boy’s face as their gazes met. Erik’s striking eyes, dark as the void yet clouded with the warmth of honeyed mead, still held a sharpness that betrayed his ever-present awareness. His broad frame, slightly hunched from the grueling hours of battle and travel, seemed almost regal in the flickering firelight. As subtly as he possibly could, Ištván nodded towards the stairs, leaving his fine wine half-finished. Knowing all too well that his Erik would soon follow.

[roseglass-writings]

Sweet Bianca

Description: The destruction of Skalitz feels so long ago, but now that Henry is finally able to rest, he realises he never fully had time to mourn for anyone besides his parents. Now within the safe walls of Rattay, it all begins to catch up with him.

Word count: 3266

My first kcd fanfiction :) I also posted it on ao3, but wanted to share it with the rest of my fanfiction as well. Hope you enjoy!

'Mutt!' Henry calls, watching his loveable hound run about the stalls in Rattay, 'Come here, boy!'

Mutt runs over, his tail wagging aggressively behind him in his glee. Henry, unable to hide his fond smile, immediately reaches down and rubs Mutt's head.

'Good boy,' Henry softly murmurs before heading towards the apothecary.

Once inside, he quickly gets to work refilling his potions, making sure he has enough marigold decoction just in case his father sends him off to deal with any issues outside of Rattay. While he believes that Henry won't need to for a while, Henry would rather be prepared - especially with how often he has been running about these past few months. 

Getting lost in his thoughts, he mindlessly works his way through the potions - only to freeze when the sudden fragrance of belladonna sends his mind back to his girl in her red dress. 

Bianca.

Henry quickly drops the potion vial and removes the cauldron from the flames before slumping against the wall. He closes his eyes tightly, feeling a tightness in his throat form.

Why am I being reminded of you, now of all times? Henry ponders, his heart clenching in his chest, before looking over the cauldron and realising that he was automatically making saviour schnapps. 

Even before they became a couple, she always went out of her way to make him some. Even with having learnt the recipe off by heart, Henry could never replicate Bianca's.

At that moment, the door flies open.

'Henry! I was just looking for you,' Hans exclaims with a wide grin before stopping short at seeing Henry's troubled expression, 'are you alright?'

Henry nods his head shakily, 'it is nothing, sir. What is it you needed?'

Hans continues to stare at him, before stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him, 'Nothing important, what is it you are doing?'

Henry looks over at Hans, watching how his brow furrows in concern and how his hands twitch, as though he wants to pull Henry closer, but is aware that anyone could burst in at any minute.

'Nothing important? The world must be ending if the Lord of Pirkstein deems his desires as unimportant compared to the tasks of a humble blacksmith's son,' Henry teasingly replies, trying to push aside the memories.

Hans chuckles, though the concern doesn't leave his eyes, 'what sort of Lord would I be if I didn't care for my subjects wellbeing?'

'Well, I am fine, just restocking my potions,' Henry gestures towards the cauldron, his small smile falling when he looks at the belladonna, 'if you need something, I can do it later, I've done the most important ones anyway.'

Hans watches Henry before shaking his head, 'It is alright, I won't pull you away from your work. I am going to the tavern tonight, so come and find me once you're finished.'

Glancing at the door, Hans quickly cups Henry's face, kissing him softly.

'Alright,' Henry murmurs, unable to stop his smile, before watching Hans leave. As the door shuts behind him, Henry turns back towards the cauldron.

------

Making his way outside, Henry lights up his torch, idly scratching Mutt's head, before staring down the street towards the tavern. As much as he wants to spend time with Hans, the idea of the tavern turns his feet into lead. In Skalitz, it was where everyone went to spend time with one another after a long day of work. He remembers the late nights he spent with Matthew, Fritz and Matthias chatting away; the hours spent flirting with Bianca and watching her work in her father's tavern, waiting for the few hours she would have spare to spend time with him. He remembers the night before the attack on Skalitz, how he and Bianca sat beside one another in front of the fire, getting up every so often to dance together - no matter how bad he was at it. She always loved dancing with him, having helped teach him before they were together. She laughed off every mistake, her soft brown hair swishing about with her movements, her sweet smile rarely leaving her face. 

Henry stands there, feeling his throat tighten once more, the lights in Rattay becoming blurry through the tears he quickly blinked away. Making the decision, he walks away from the taverns and heads to Han's room, knowing that there are very few guards stationed around the castle to become suspicious.

Without any hesitation, he enters the room, lights the fire and strips out of his clothes - idly noticing his scars in the firelight - before climbing into Hans' bed, feeling too warm to sleep in anything aside from his underwear.

------

All Henry can see is red, watching as fire consumes the linden tree, his parents' rotting bodies lying amongst the roots.

'Henry...' his Ma croaks out, her decaying arm lifts helplessly towards him, her blood dripping down onto his Pa, 'help us, Henry.'

'Ma!' He cries out, helpless and unable to move.

'Why won't you help us, Henry? Why are you leaving us?' She cries out, sobs wracking her broken body, barely able to lift herself off of her husband's decaying corpse.

Henry desperately tries to move, his legs feeling as though they are stuck to the ground; he stands there, forced to watch his Ma desperately plead with him for help.

A sudden crack burst out over the roaring flames. Henry looks up, only to watch as burning branches begin to fall from the Linden tree, burying his parents amongst the burning remains. He stares powerless, hearing his mother's screams of agony before his parents are consumed by the flames.

Finally, his legs become unstuck as he falls to the ground before scrambling down the familiar path to the main part of the village, racing past his dying neighbours, their screams and cries for help echoing around his head. Bursting into the tavern, he is greeted by the sight of Bianca sitting at one of the tables, staring out of the window.

'Bianca,' he mutters.

'Why did you leave us, Hal?' She asks quietly, her hands brushing through her father's hair, his corpse lying on the floor next to her chair, blood running down his chin and onto his intestines, having spilt out from the attack. 

'I didn't want to,' Henry pleads, forcing his legs to move closer to her.

'I called out for you; I tried desperately to get to you, but you left,' her shoulders shake with her sobs, 'I loved you so much; why did you leave me behind? What did I do wrong?'

Henry reaches for her, his hand shaking as he watches blood begin to soak the back of her dress.

'I did love you; I still do. I didn't want to leave. I am so sorry,' Henry whispers.

She turns to face him, blood pouring from her mouth, her face covered in dirt and tears, 'I didn't die at the tavern, you know. I died on the path going towards your home. I remember hearing your parents near me as they were cut down, but I don't remember you being there. You found me near the tavern though - not that you spared me any thought before or after you returned to bury your parents. I know I can't compete with your love for them, but how can you expect me to believe you ever cared when you didn't spare a single thought as to what they did with my remains?'

Henry stares in horror, guilt pooling into his gut, unable to speak.

'Henry, wake up!' A familiar voice cries from outside, drawing his attention away.

'Don't forget about him the way you forgot about me, Hal,' Bianca whispers, staring at Henry as tears continue to streak down her face.

'Henry, come on, wake up! It is just a nightmare; wake up!' the voice calls again, just as everything around Henry fades into black.

------

Suddenly Henry shoots up, choking on sobs as he wakes up - unable to recognise his surroundings.

'Henry! Breathe for me, love. It's alright, come on,' he hears next to him, feeling someone wrap their arms around his shoulders and pulling him into their chest.

God, Bianca, I am so sorry, Henry thinks, sobs racking his body.

'Shhh, it is alright, breathe, Henry,' Henry hears once more, soon realising it was Hans.

After a little while, Henry is able to get his breathing under control, too exhausted to cry any more and able to focus on Hans' heartbeat thumping against his chest.

Henry pulls back slightly, noticing how Hans' arms linger around him, his care and worry evident. 

'Sorry,' Henry manages to croak out, reaching for the water on the bedside table, resting his other hand on Hans' hip, unwilling to be far from him.

'Sorry? What are you blathering on about? You have nothing to be sorry for aside from not meeting me at the tavern like you agreed,' Hans retorts, baffled. Hesitating, he watches Henry drink before reaching out and wiping away some of his tears, caressing Henry's face, 'do you want to talk about it? You haven't been acting well for weeks now,' Hans stomach clenches tightly in fear, 'is it because of the wedding?' he whispers, as though saying it any louder will cause Henry to break down once more.

Henry looks up at Hans, noticing the fear and worry in his eyes, 'it isn't to do with the wedding,' Henry reassures him, placing the water back down and reaching back for Hans, though staying far away enough to see his face in the firelight, 'It's about Skalitz. I guess, now we are back and finally getting a break from everything, it has finally hit me. Not just the loss of my parents, but... everything else.'

Hans nods, his shoulders slumping in relief as he leans against the headboard, tugging Henry back with him as they sit on the bed, 'anything in particular about Skalitz? You were calling out for someone called Bianca.'

Henry shakily nods his head, 'she was my girl. We were together for over a year, she worked at her father's tavern.'

Hans nods in understanding, 'is that why you never got with that woman at the mill?' Noticing Henry's look of confusion, he continued on, 'when you first got here, you sometimes mentioned spending time at the mill with the girl who saved you. I always assumed she wasn't interested.'

Henry smiles slightly, 'Theresa and I have only ever been friends. She was Bianca's best friend, actually.'

'What was she like?'

'Kind,' Henry immediately responds, 'she always went out of her way to help people around Skalitz. She knew everyone well due to growing up in the tavern, especially after her mother died during the birth of her baby sister. Her father wasn't the same after losing his wife and newborn daughter, so Bianca and her brother picked up more of the work around the tavern. She always went out of her way to make me Saviour Schnapps, even without me asking for any, and whenever she went into the forest to collect herbs, she always brought back extras for my Ma to use. My Ma taught her, actually, about some different potions to use for injuries and illnesses - with us being a small village, we didn't have an apothecary, so everyone turned to my Ma for help. My Pa and I were definitely in need of her help with how often we got injured at the forge. She was always smiling and trying to think positively,#; it caused a lot of people to underestimate how smart she was.'

'She sounded like a wonderful person,' Hans responds quietly, watching as Henry nods in agreement.

'She was; I didn't deserve her.'

'I beg to differ,' Hans responds, baffled by Henry's response, 'you also help people out. I have heard people all over Bohemia praising you for your deeds, and don't even get me started on how recklessly you will act to protect those you care about.'

Henry shakes his head in response, 'maybe now, but that doesn't change the fact that I left them behind. I didn't even think of Bianca at all until I found her body outside of the tavern when I returned to bury my parents. The way she was lying... she couldn't have died in that position. I left her there, and they defiled her body.'

Hans stares at Henry, his heart breaking as he watches Henry blame himself without any hesitation.

'Is that what your dream was about?'

Henry nods, 'it started off with my parents, like usual, with me watching them die. Only this time I ran to the tavern. She just kept on asking why I left and whether I ever loved her. I don't blame her for thinking it's true - it wasn't until today, when making my own saviour schnapps that I remembered her. She smelt of belladonna with how often she went out of her way to make me some.'

Hans, unable to handle Henry's guilt any further, climbs into his lap and, grabbing his face, forces him to look at him, 'listen to me Hal, you are not at all to blame for what happened in Skalitz, do you understand? You ran because it was your only option. By doing so, you were able to buy yourself time to get revenge and help those who did make it out gain their freedom. If you didn't run, you would have died there as well. Many of the survivors of Skalitz would have died without your help, and many people all over Bohemia would have suffered if you were not there to help. Jesus Christ, I would have died - many times - if it was not for you. The war has been causing issues for months now, with this being the first time in ages that either of us has been able to take a break. I may not have known the girl, but I can guarantee that she would rather you live than risk your life in battle by letting your mind wander to her. You are not to blame, Henry. Their abhorrent actions have nothing to do with you.'

Henry rests his head on Han's shoulder, wrapping his arms loosely around his hips. He knows, deep down, that everything Hans was saying was true. From helping Johanka treat survivors to getting reinforcements for Suchdol with Sam. It doesn't stop the guilt from festering though, especially as she never got buried, and all he had was the ring Theresa gave her. 

Hans leans down and softly kisses Henry's head, wishing there was a way to end Henry's turmoil, 'will you be able to go back to sleep tonight?'

Henry shakes his head lightly, turning his head to the side, looking at Mutt lying by the fire, his eyes staring back at Henry.

Guess you understand how I feel, Mutt, Henry thinks, remembering the Butcher's remains and how Mutt stayed by his side until the others turned up, do you often think about your old master?

Thinking back, he can recall multiple times where Mutt finds his way to the butchers in new villages, and he always visits the Rattay butcher whenever they travel past.

'Henry?' Hans asks, causing Henry's attention to snap back towards the golden haired man.

'I think I'll just stay up and read a bit. I don't think I'll manage to fall asleep again tonight, but you should get some rest.'

Hans sighs softly before nodding in agreement, knowing just how stubborn Henry is, 'alright, but don't complain you are tired tomorrow,' he responds teasingly, causing Henry to crack a smile.

------

As the weeks pass, Henry continues to have nightmares about Bianca. He never brings it up with Hans, not wanting to worry him, but he doesn't bring it up with Theresa either. They never really did talk about Bianca, even though both of them were so close with her. Once or twice he tried, but it felt as though the words got stuck in his throat. How could he ask her whether her closest friend's death haunted her the way it haunted him?

'Hal! I have something very important to show you.' Han's calls, bursting into the forge, smirking slightly as he admires the sight of Henry, drenched in sweat, as he worked.

'Sir?' Henry says, 'do I have time to clean up first?'

'Not at all, follow me!' Hans calls out, leading the way.

Henry rolls his eyes fondly before quickly following after him, walking past the tournament setup and heading straight for the upper castle gardens.

'What are we going in here for?' Henry asks, confused as he wanders through the doorway, only for the strong fragrance of belladonna to fill his lungs. He stops short, glancing at Hans before walking further in. Beside the rose bushes, rather than empty plots of land that were left abandoned to weeds over time, there sat bunches of belladonna.

'I know you don't have much to remember Bianca by, but I thought this might be a nice way to have a part of her with you,' Hans explains, anxiously glancing around the garden and back to Henry, only to realise Henry was crying, 'Henry? Oh heavens, I should have asked if this was okay. I am sorry, I can get rid of it, or change it, if you would prefer, please don't cry.'

Henry wraps his arms around Hans and, without a single care, crushes his lips against his, 'what did I do to deserve you? This is incredible, I... how on earth did you organise it all?'

Hans smiles in relief and brushes away Henry's tears, 'I think putting up with my noble ass means you deserve more than a part of the garden. It was easy enough to organise, I am the Lord of Pirkstein after all, and I wanted it to be something special. Not that Hanush knows that, he thinks I just have increased an interest in herbal remedies and potions after everything that has happened.'

Henry snorts at trying to imagine Hans trying to make a potion, 'I think you would have blown up the cauldron if you ever tried.'

'Well it is a good thing I am a noble then isn't it?' Hans retorts, kissing Henry once more, 'if it was anyone else, I would be furious. But I am more than happy to share your heart with Bianca. She sounded like a wonderful woman, and if these plants are anything to go off of, smelt amazing as well, especially compared to you and your inability to bathe.'

Henry quickly jabs Hans in the side, grinning, 'I do bathe, thank you. Not all of us live in the bathhouses or do so little manual labour that we barely sweat. Thank you, really though, for all of this. I can't even begin to explain just how much I adore you.'

Henry watches as Han's face turns red as he tries to hide his smile, 'all I ask is for you to tell me more about her. She was important to you, after all.'

Henry nods in agreement, glancing back around the garden, his mind drifting back to his sweet Bianca, remembering her dancing around the tavern on their last night in Skalitz, her grin able to light up a room, 'I will. You would have liked her, she never put up with anyone's nonsense, though she was so sweet that most of the time people never realised that they were being kicked out or being put in their place until hours later. She was incredible.'

[lordgeneralsix]

giving you a few drinks actually. i love your essays. i would love to hear your silly headcanons and shield you from the rocks also <3

lately i've been stuck thinking about how erik and istvan's relationship evolved. like did istvan immediately see something in him and latch onto him? or was erik a weird kid kept around just for the bit of it? if erik was young enough when istvan took him in—what was it like, a childhood under him? if he was in his late teenage years already; how did erik adapt to this sudden upheaval, so reminiscent of what's happened to henry? i'm gnawing at the bars of my enclosure. warhose. prequel kcd i'm begging you

ah well thank you kindly, glad I'm not on this cursed site for nothing then<3

unfortunately all the alcohol in my house has been confiscated for um. reasons unrelated to me. so guess I'll have to see what I can cook up sober at some point just for you👁️

I also can't stop thinking about that... and I won't even lie, writing all of that convinced me there had to have been Something wrong w erik long before he met istvan. either that was the most fucked up kid istvan had ever seen or the most pathetic. no doubt he's orphaned hundreds of kids anyway, but something about erik was enough for istvan to take him in and raise him in his image. and yeah, who knows. maybe istvan did his job as usual, but erik wouldn't leave him alone. following him around like some wounded stray until he finally decided, "hell, why not. maybe I can make him useful."

and who knows, I can also see the father-son story being just a cover for them. I mean, it's not exactly seen as normal to be gay right. maybe erik never saw him as a father, more of a mentor, definitely a lover. but he'll say it because it's easier for people to understand - especially with that age gap - than the alternative. i like that henry gets it immediately, and in turn erik knows there's something between henry and hans (<3 how homophobic they make each other lmao)

i genuinely do think some kind of kcd prequel about isterik would be interesting. I can definitely see it from erik's perspective with brief glimpses into istvan's when they're apart - perhaps mirroring henry and theresa, it would be the night his village was raided. i'd like to see how erik was, if he even had any friends or if he was always the weird kid. maybe his home life was a lot less loving than henry's, more strained than theresa's. maybe life was simple and erik was restless. I mean, look how easy it was for zbyshek, matthew, and fritz to turn to banditry, they were already known troublemakers. it doesn't take much to turn a boy into a killer, but cowards don't get very far when they follow the herd. erik stood on his own, he was strong and istvan valued that.

then we'd see istvan how erik saw him, the black knight straight from hell who spared his life. he must've felt special to be under the gaze of such a being, like it was god himself keeping him alive for some higher purpose. I suppose it doesn't matter whether he killed his parents or not. to erik, he saved him from the mundane routine killing him first. I don't blame erik for revering the man, it's hard to not get high off such attention. that's why they're especially unnerving, this could happen to anyone under the right circumstances. it could've happened to henry.

it'd be nice to see what else they got up to from there. how istvan raised him, how their dynamics change when they're being watched and when behind closed doors. just how much of istvan is real, now much of erik is suppressed?

there's a lot of potential to explore all kinds of what ifs with them and my fascination is endless. I can only hope we get something more in kcd3 or by some miracle some kind of prequel.

[onemoretryx2]

Still love this sketch so much

[pizzleyanked]

i hate the argument of "let men just be friends" when it comes to kcd because henry can have so many friendships with men over both games. matthias, matthew, and fritz. godwin. miller peshek. executioner hermann. hans. zizka. everyone in the devil's pack, and so on. and yet when a woman gets any significant amount of time i brace myself so i can avoid accidentally fucking her. if anything kcd (2 especially) needs to give us more women and specifically women that have exclusively nonsexual relationships with henry. henry's friendship with johanka is so dear to me

[aloeclown]

kcd spoilers but some thoughts on matthew & fritz & johanka & matthias:

need to get back to the “writing a book with rosa” part of kcd 2 to see if henry talks about matthew and fritz at all because like. im remembering with one quest in KCD 1 (as i’m on it now) you can decide their fate (there’s even an achievement called ‘judas’ if you send them to the gallows) and in kcd 2 henry mentions that hans is really the only friend he has left.

i refuse to look up the possible answer and nobody tell me…. but dude if it’s canon that henry sent his last remaining friends from skalitz to the gallows im going to end it. i’m like 50% sure henry states that johanka was killed/burned at the stake for heresy and matthias can die if you don’t solve the merhojed case correctly /in time.

[asvidema]

ok fine. i'll write a list of characters and whoever gets more votes is the next one i'll sketch. i want to draw everyone eventually but my time is limited and my hands are uncooperative so. poll time it is

[feelinungry]

Kingdom Come: Deliverance (2018) & Czech Actors, part 4

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)

Live-Action Czech Cast created by little old me.

Picking the actors according to their looks and/or vibes.

[rednightmare18]

15th Century as Reductress Headlines - PT 1