nebulaad
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Arguing for Fun and Pleasure by nebulaad
Fandoms: Kingdom Come: Deliverance (Video Games)
04 Jan 2026
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"I would have thought you'd prefer me unarmed," he admitted, as ever delighted by Sam's irritation when he dared to be earnest.
"I would prefer if you were able to fight, should it come down to it."
"Would it disappoint you to learn that my noble combat training was utterly perfunctory?"
"It would annoy me," he said shortly, and John beamed.
"Alas!"
"Take it. The sharp part goes into the next man to try and kill you," he grit out.
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Henry shed his gloves, tossing them onto the table with a casual thoughtlessness, alongside his apron which was thrown over a chair. His tunic was light to withstand the heat of the forge, and damp with sweat, so he peeled that off too and threw it into a bin of laundry for the goodwife to tend to (or the man himself, knowing him). Shirtless, he made a lazy path towards the basin.
Hans wouldn't stand for it.
"Don't bother," he said softly, and Henry smiled as if he'd expected to be stopped.
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- Part 18 of Et Nos Cedamus Amori
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The Long Awaited Renewal of Pirkstein's Gardens by nebulaad
Fandoms: Kingdom Come: Deliverance (Video Games)
01 Dec 2025
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"N-Not," she added hastily, shaking herself out of Skalitz in time to realise that she probably sounded deranged to this woman who'd known nothing but secondhand stories of violence her whole life, "Not that I intend to become some wild assassin!"
"Of course not," Lady Jitka said firmly. "And I wouldn't ask that of you...but it does bring me comfort, to know that I do not ask something impossible of you."
That, of all things, was what compelled Tess to agree in the end. Jitka hadn't shaken old memories out of the thicket just to have something to talk about; rather, she'd hoped that like Henry, Theresa could be trusted with terror, with pain and rage and fear, and rise to it. To conquer it. No other woman could offer what Theresa could, and so she packed what few belongings she had—even now, still compelled to live lightly enough to flee and not miss anything—and followed Lady Jitka to Pirkstein.
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- Part 3 of Et Nos Cedamus Amori
- Part 1 of Gardens
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Adder dropped their things in the doorway and did a quick circuit of their quarters. There was a fire, a basin of water, one bed as wide as two of their pallets, and a wardrobe with nothing inside of it. "Janosh thinks Pisek lose his fucking mind, to let us in here."
"Probably did," Adder said, rushing to the door and throwing the bolt as if the man would suddenly come to his senses. "Men like him go crazy so close to death."
"I guess he has to fix the whole fucking castle anyway," he allowed, sitting down on the bed with a heavy huff. "We'll enjoy it, while it lasts. The Devil's more likely to fuck it all up than we are anyway, and they have to give him a room."
Written for Jadder Week, Day Seven: Rest
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- Part 8 of Jadder Week 2025
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"You know your problem Leszek?" he asked, and Adder rolled his eyes and spat on the ground. "You fight like you're surrounded."
"The fuck would you know about it? You know what you fight like?" he demanded, and Janosh waited for him to get the insult out of his system. "You fight like you're not there."
Written for Jadderweek 2025, Day Six: Fight
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- Part 7 of Jadder Week 2025
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Here, I don't have to quiet
Here, I don't have to be kind
Extraordinary and normal all at the same time
But look at me run myself ragged
Blood on the stage
But how can I leave you when you're screaming my name?
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You're so tortured when you sleep
Plagued with all your memories
You reach out, and no one's there
Like a God without a prayer.
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I float in the air above everyone else
But I always only think of you by myself
Tell me your secrets, who are you in private?
When you can't sleep, tell me how you survive it.
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You are the queen and I am the rook
You are the fire and I burn like a book
I don't know how this one ends till I die
And the honest part of 'reliable' is the lie.
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All of my feelings are gone,
I left them all on the floor
Man who's to blame if you don't love me no more,
No I don't mind just take whatever you want
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He Loves the Fighting Rings by followyourabyss
Fandoms: Kingdom Come: Deliverance (Video Games)
04 Nov 2025
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"All considered there would be bigger fish, when St. Peter would tally up his crimes. But somewhere along the way Satan must have dug his talons into him, because there was no holy reason for why he should enjoy the feeling of a man's flesh beneath his fist the way he does. For why the pain of a receiving blow should excite him so. He always knew he liked it too much, even when he was younger. Liked the way it made his blood run hot, the way when the other boys would take their shirts off and then he'd know he was sinning just by being there."
Henry keeps showing up with mysterious injuries and terrible lies. Hans is determined to get to the bottom of it.
Bookmarked by nebulaad
04 Nov 2025
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Dozens of people have touched him this way, from nursemaids to bathhouse girls. Hell, he was manhandled bare-arsed into a tub only moments ago without so much as blinking. There’s no reason for Henry’s touch to feel like this. To make Hans feel like this. But it’s nice, God, it’s nice, Henry’s big blacksmith’s mitts impossibly gentle as he loosens the blood from Hans’s hair.
For the first time since taking that decoction, his heart kicks in his chest, hard enough that his pulse jumps noticeably under his neck.
And elsewhere.
Bookmarked by nebulaad
02 Nov 2025
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Hans grabs his bicep, fingers digging into the flesh the way he might test a fruit for ripeness. Henry curls his forearm and makes a fist beneath the water, squeezing tight. He watches Hans' face: the flushed redness of heat and strong drink, the shock as his fingers meet firm resistance.
Hans slides his palm over the wet fabric, pressing hard, testing the edges of the muscle. Henry feels like a horse skittish about being shoed, restrained from bolting only by a strong grip on the bridle.
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In the bathhouse, Hans and Henry find out how they measure up against each other.
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- Part 5 of Hansry fics
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Bookmarked by nebulaad
07 Sep 2025
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"Shall we?”
“We? What d’you mean, we?”
“I mean exactly what I said, you pedantic peasant.” Capon smirks, pleased at his own wordplay, though the smile doesn’t touch the uncertainty in his eyes. “I’ve had more than enough of sitting on my arse. If Zizka’s sending you somewhere, I’m going with you.”
Hans Capon and his squire ride out side by side to track down Hynek the Dry Devil's old band. It'll be just like old times: wine, women, and song. Surely neither of them have changed since they set out from Rattay to deliver a message together. Surely their ironclad bond of friendship isn't starting to crack and give way to new, tender feelings neither of them have the words or inclination to describe.
It's simple brotherly affection that makes them so loathe to leave each other's side, even for a moment. Right?
Or: what if the middle act of Kingdom Come: Deliverance 2 was a 2-player game?
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- Part 5 of in toto corde meo
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Bookmarked by nebulaad
24 Aug 2025
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Hans’s hand on his wrist, his knee on his other arm. Sitting on his chest, pinning him down. The weight of him. Fragments of the real thing. A poor substitute, but something. To touch him again, even if with his fists. Any way. Anything. He says it again, knowing he must seem obvious, but in his beer soaked mind, in this exhausted and drunk body, it makes all the sense in the world for him to say, “We should fight again. Alright? Fight me again.”
Hans looks away. The firelight touches the slope of his throat, shadows collecting under his Adam’s apple. “Henry,” he says. “Stop. I can’t bear this.”
Clenched fists. Dark arenas. The iron taste of blood from a split lip. Henry pulls together fragments, finding a way to get close again after rejecting Hans’s kiss.
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- Part 20 of altar
Bookmarked by nebulaad
19 Aug 2025