#ch;hans

Hans promised himself to be a lot of things. A better person, to flirt less with others, and to not go to bars to focus on his goals. Yet he found himself in a bar trying to slip in some good times. He focused his eyes on the pianist. 

Hans usually doesn’t go after any guy-he founder it harder to swoon them. But the liquid courage was ruining through his veins. He approached the pianist, a smirk on his face. His chin perched on the piano. 

“ You must be marked Prestissimo... because you're dashing.” 

“It would suck.”  Hans admitted. “But it was my own fault, I avoided him for so long.....and what I did to Anna.” There was a sigh. “I’ll live my life alone and continue my plans.” There was a groan. “But you can’t get your heart broken if you never confront it.” 

Hans scoffed at that statement. “Hey...” Hans whined. “I would never do anything funny.” Hans bowed. “They don’t call me Hans The Rock Westgaard for nothing,” Hans said with a pout. He crossed his fingers behind his back. 

“I promise not to do anything wrong, my sweetest Mirana.” He said as he kissed her nose. Mirana huffed before walking. He kept his sweet demeanor for a moment. There was an evil grin as he took out his hidden party supplies. It was too easy

“Oh Mirana, if only you someone loved you.”

Hans was staring at other’s chest. The werewolf was asked a simple question. Yet he was still excited. Hans rubbed his hands with glee. Hans pulled out his fake glasses. 

“As a doctor in Boobs, I might need to take a closer look.” Hans said. Hana just nodded slowly. She did believe Hans was a doctor. He smirked. “Okay I’m going to look at them.” Hans squinted at them. Damn he was in heaven. 

“Do they have a bounce to them.” Hans asked. Hana nodded. “What's your cup size,” Hana said her size. Hans hummed.”I guess we’ll need further tests.” He was about to take her hand when he saw the stranger. 

“Oh honey.” Hana said. “This is doc-” 

But Hans was already gone, he was not going to be beaten up today. 

It was too early for him to be there. He knew Oliver probably had his own life. But as Hans walked towards the other, he didn’t really care. Did he use Oliver’s potions-not often as one would? But today he really needed one for a very specific reason. There was a knock on his door, Hans waited outside. He leaned against the door frame, pretending he was okay. 

“Crazy meeting you here, Oliver.”

Hans hummed as he looked at others. He usually didn;t go after strangers but damn he was cute. Something about his eyes, broad shoulders, that smile. Hans couldn’t help but want just a kiss. Hans smirked as leaned against the table. 

“Have you got any room for an extra tongue in your mouth?“ Hans giggled. He cupped the other’s man's cheeks and pull him into a kiss. It was one of those rare carefree kisses. He boped the boys nose and wrote his phone number on a napkin. 

“Call me for round 2?” 

“You see this face. It might be gorgeous but it also hasn’t slept in weeks.” He shrugged. “Sure I can go tell that one person I like that I like them again but why to embarrass myself. Especially his brother kinda scares me.” Hans shrugged. “Or maybe I can have ambition and be a king- but that takes work when you’re 13th in line. And you live in the shadow of a near-perfect brother.” 

“Staring at titties and flirting is what I’m best at. If I can achieve higher through artificial love that’s an added bonus.” He raised his hands up. “You don’t have to agree with me your highness. But you have to admit life is much easier when you lower your expectations.”. 

Under a cut because holy cannoli this might get long