my first bansry piece back in june𼺠i was so in love with this ship. still love them tho đź
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my first bansry piece back in june𼺠i was so in love with this ship. still love them tho đź
/ my comms and shop are open, check my pinned post for info /

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WIP Wednesday~
Hello, hello! I return to share what I am working on. This time it's a RIDICULOUS pillory cuckoldry fic where I bring Black Bartosch back! I cannot get enough of that man, nor can I of using him to make Hans and Henry get over their homophobia. It's okay to be gay guys! Fun fact I wanted to post this for Sensual March as prompt fill 'Witness' but didn't have time to write it. And last but not least I wanna play a bit of tag... how about @ladystephaniesduck, @rainandhotchocolate, and @exploring-in-space <3
âWhat part of âlet me handle the explanationâââ
âOh donât start.â
ââwas actually so unclear to you?â Hans finished anyway, glowering down at the wooden platform below him as his only view.
Hans chewed at his lip. He was in a vile mood, but he desperately did not want a repeat of the fight they had the last time they were in the pillory. The words Henry had cut him down with. The aching weeks of loneliness that followed. Then again, this time it really WAS Henryâs fault they were stuck here.
High above in the maiden tower the Trosky bells began to chime, signaling the hours. Hans did not bother to count them; the fading pinks of the sun beyond the horizon had long since told him how late it had gotten.
Henry sighed next to him. âAt least the last of the onlookers went home.â
âAnd took their rotten turnips with them, thank Christ.â Hans tried again in vain to shake his hair free of the last of the spoiled vegetable. The smell was cloying and sour in the worst possible way.
A clear, richly toned voice hailed from the encroaching dusk. âYou alright there, Henry?â
âBartosch!â Henryâs exclamation was entirely too cheerful, and Hans felt himself tense on instinct.
//
Bartosch turned his head to the other side and Hans watched Henry catch the manâs eye. A shy smile spread across his lips as he looked at Bartosch and Hans felt all that burning rot in his gut churn anew.
âHenry,â Bartosch said now in a low, near singsong way. âI thought while you were unable to make our engagement due to⌠well, being tied up at the moment⌠that I might bring our engagement to you.â
Hans watched Henryâs eyes go wide and surprise crawl across his face into something else, almost like⌠desire? Then it was gone, replaced by an embarrassed flush of his cheeks. âBartosch, ermâŚâ Henryâs eyes darted to Hans. âThis clearly isnât the time?â His deep blue eyes were imploring.
âNonsense,â Bartosch said, standing and going closer to him. He crouched again, but this time he was on the other side of Henry, his face intimately close, that same smug smile playing on his lips. âItâs a beautiful night, dark, quiet, and we have a once in a lifetime opportunity before us. We canât pass that up.â His dark brown eyes lifted and met Hansâ, and Hans shivered in response to it, his body tingling. What was Bartosch talking about? There was a thing that Hans could guess but did not want to even think lest he somehow gave birth to it.
Then, as if it had come unbidden all the same, Bartosch plucked Henryâs chin with his fingers and pulled him into a kiss. //
âSo quiet tonight, HenryâŚâ Bartosch hummed out suddenly, his voice breaking the tension. âCould it be you donât want to show your lord how much you enjoy this? Need we give him more of a display?â
No. Hans hissed in, mind rebelling from the notion in his horror, his need to disbelieve. His body, wretched cursed disobedient thing it was, trembling with feverish excitement, a sickening need toâHeaven save himâto witness.
Henry, meanwhile, let out a strangled gasp as Bartoschâs boots scraped on the slats of wood, followed by the sound of him tugging on his belt. âWe- we shouldnât.â
Shouldnât. Not couldnât, not even a mustnât. No hint of donât.
The anticipation was torture.
***
Keep an eye out for the full thing to drop probably next week!! If you toss a comment in here I'll ping you when I post it.
Another snippet from my fic
This is the next day from the last peek I posted, skip a bit. But this is Hans first 'more' than friendly thoughts about Henry while Henry is currently forging the sword for the Wedding.
Hans is eagle-eyeing him from here, đ
{Past noon, Hans was beyond tipsy.Â
âWell done! Your father taught you well.â Radovan announced. Henry beamed with pride as he presented the sword. And soaked in compliments from the villagers gathering to see his work.
âWould he prefer to stay here? Happier being a smith?â Hans grumbled into his cup.
âYou could open a shop in Kuttenberg at this quality.â Radovan patted him on the shoulder, like a proud parent.Â
Henry scratched his head, as he does when heâs nervous. Only Hans would know that, who else here even knew him the way he did. Heâll build Henry a true forge back at home, not this shoddy shack with an anvil. Hansâ personal swordsmith, with housing fit for a noble.Â
âHenry belongs with me!â Heâll yell at that fool before they leave for Rattay. âIn my service,â He should add, we donât need the locals to get the wrong idea.Â
âWell, we are ready for the Wedding, just in the nick of time, too. On the morrow, just before noon. Donât be late, or I'm leaving without you.â Radovan sheaths the sword, taking it into the house with him.Â
Henry removed his apron, throwing it over the fence before doing the same with his tunic. Going to the trough of water, he splashes it on his face, scrubbing the grime off. Little beads of water dripped down the newly grown beard, falling onto his chest. Henry grabbed a rag, wetting it and taking it to his body next. Hans followed that piece of fabric over every contour of muscle.Â
The wine had to have gone to his head. And itâs been days since Hans had been with anyone. Thereâs no other reason to be looking at him like this.Â
Like what?Â
What are these thoughts?Â
Whatever they are, it's not right. If heâs ever to get Henry back, the man wouldnât take kindly to this. But Hans refused to look away, taking in his friendâs beautiful form.}
getting ready, party time
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Bansry rly had me in a deathgrip back in June, and there was a whole thing about puppy Henry..đ
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