ashesinwinter
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Warlic fights dragons and depression, and Artix does everything he can to help.
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11 Jun 2025
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Where fire comes wild, so flowers, too.
Connected short stories about character origins, the disparate worlds of the feudal experience, and the search for beauty after terror. Henry looks-for, Theresa leaves-behind, and Hans Capon hunts.
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11 Jun 2025
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The Silence After Suchdol by rednightmare
Fandoms: Kingdom Come: Deliverance (Video Games)
23 Mar 2025
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The dust of Suchdol settles, and it coats Henry's heart with strange magic. It feels as though he can see everything that will happen next.
A relationship study in the post-game to unpack the events of KCD II and prepare for the next phase of Henry's life with Lord Capon. Limited spoilers. One shot, fluffy and philosophical.
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11 Jun 2025
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Then, Now, And What Will Surely Come by chonkymoth
Fandoms: Kingdom Come: Deliverance (Video Games)
07 Apr 2025
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In the front yard of Peshek’s mill, sat squarely between the barn and the well-traveled path towards the heart of Rattay, is an apple tree. Theresa tends to it as best she can, until she can't.
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11 Jun 2025
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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.
Bookmarked by ashesinwinter
11 Jun 2025