TheSnarkLord
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You were supposed to destroy the Sith, not join their stupid pop-punk band!
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- Part 10 of Fanmixes
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Some songs for the Boy Who Lived.
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- Part 9 of Fanmixes
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A playlist for the Junior Birdman of the Avengers.
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It's not easy being a depressed college student who sees ghosts and can't decide whether revenge killing is justified...
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- Part 8 of Fanmixes
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Reasons Steve Rogers Is Trying Not to Cry During Karaoke Night by TheSnarkLord
Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
16 Dec 2016
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(or; You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you.)
The latest Avengers team-building event is karaoke night. Steve Rogers, preoccupied with the search for Bucky, finds that some of the lyrics hit a little too close to home.
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Fandom Captain America (Movies), Daredevil (TV), Dead Poets Society (1989), Hamlet - Shakespeare, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Jessica Jones (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Much Ado About Nothing - Shakespeare, Punisher (Comics), SHAKESPEARE William - Works, Star Wars - All Media Types
20 Jun 2018
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He's been collecting every kind of touch from Henry that he can, even before he understood why. Helping, hurting, a friendly greeting, a balled fist.
In the bathhouse, Hans considers different types of touch.
Bookmarked by The Lady of Shallots (TheSnarkLord)
06 Jun 2026
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When Henry found out one of the biggest tournaments in Bohemia would be held in Kuttenberg in a couple days he decided to sign up. As a faceless black knight.
After all, Hans was busy charming local lords and he had nothing better to do.
What he didn't expect was that the black knight would catch his lord's attention. Nor that he wouldn't be able to stop himself from responding.
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Bookmarked by The Lady of Shallots (TheSnarkLord)
31 May 2026
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Hans pulled the door close behind him and lingered under the shelter the small balcony offered, arms folded tight against the chill, his expression caught between suspicion and amusement.
“Has it happened? Have you finally lost your mind?”
Henry turned around, rain already dripping from his lashes, hair plastered to his face. Instead of answering, he bowed low and swept an arm out in invitation.
“May I have this dance, Sir Hans?”
Hans stared at him, rain beginning to speckle his shoulders.
“I thought we weren’t supposed to.”
Henry tilted his head. “Who’s going to see? The horses?”
Hans gave a soft snort but didn’t move.
“Afraid I’m the better dancer, my lord?”
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After Suchdol, Hans and Henry return to the Devil’s Den, where they must relearn their relationship from the start. Or: five times they thought they were being subtle, and one time they discovered they weren’t.
Bookmarked by The Lady of Shallots (TheSnarkLord)
23 May 2026
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"Then s'pose I was mistaken for your wife," Henry swallows, every word a rock, difficult in it's truth, "and you had me in your bed."
Hans manages to collect the half-baked thought, form it before he can regret it. "I'd perform my duties as a lord should, of course."
"'n one of your duties as a lord— as my lord— " and Henry has to bite down a smile at Hans' groan, the sound of him already lost, "is to provide heirs, ain't it?"
"The most important one, I'd say." A touch so soft he could've imagined it, a palm lightly cupping his stomach. Henry relaxes his body. "And I am, above all," small circles above his navel, petting, "ever so dutiful."
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In the space between battle and obligation, Hans and Henry craft a life for themselves.
Bookmarked by The Lady of Shallots (TheSnarkLord)
22 May 2026
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“You a sore loser, m’lord? Gonna make me chase you again, just to lose once more?”
There’s a challenge in his voice, a defiant tilt to his chin where he sizes Hans up. Hans watches him push sweaty hair out of his eyes, revealing a dark smudge under one cheek, and wonders if it’s dirt or blood from their little scuffle.
Hans swallows. “Once more,” he says simply. “Chase me.”
Catch me, he doesn’t say.Or, Hans finds himself on the other side of the hunt.
Bookmarked by The Lady of Shallots (TheSnarkLord)
22 May 2026