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((Probably because they KNOW he’s killed a person and can empathise. I mean, keep in mind the ‘WANTED’ sign via. BH6. News spreads.)

/// Haha, tis true! Hans can help dispose of any evidence more than likely. I mean, come on, dirty politics and sociopathic tendencies due work out on their own twisted way together. Plus yes, Hans is totally wanted, though by whom and why is the fun question!

/// So I have 4 of those ‘I did a bad thing” memes and just… what about Hans inspires people to come up to him and confess they probably killed someone? I mean, sure he would help out since he has killed people before (It is without a doubt a fact in my mind) but like… why HANS OF ALL PEOPLE?!

speakshxrmind:

princeofthesouthernisles:

speakshxrmind:

More flush covered her face, her eyes unable to meet his. “I was not aware of this fact- nor am I certain it’s true, Your Highness. I am but a simple soldier, you know that.” A soldier unused to the warm feeling of a hand on her leg; the general had never- would never. Tentatively, she leaned over to rest her head on his shoulder and against his side. What had gotten into her, she wasn’t sure- but there had been a small glass of wine with dinner, and the fireplace was making the room rather cozy. “I do thank you for your compliment.”

She was so very modest, yet another thing Hans quietly admired about her. Yes, he loved to play himself up, to be extravagant and charming, if not a bit boastful, to all he did meet, but her behavior was… calming to him. She did not take herself to highly despite her grand achievements, but she did admire people in a genuine way, something Hans felt comfortable with far more than any amount of social praise. The moment she leaned into him Hans felt himself melt a little, her ebony hair laying gently against his shirt and warm flesh heating through to his cold center.

He smiled a bit as his hand finally left her leg and carefully drifted to her hand. “You are more than deserving of it, Mulan. A soldier is not all that you are. You are also a strong but caring woman, who gives of herself far more than anyone else I have known in a long time. Perhaps one day you can see that for yourself.” A part of him (a small part of him at this moment) berated himself for such boldness, but right now, the moment was much to good to start doubting it.

Listening to him made her take a hard look at what he spoke of- then closed her eyes. She could think on it in the morning, when her head was clear and wide awake. Now was the time to just enjoy the physical closeness of another person, something she’d never really had. Slim fingers wrapped around his gloved hand, squeezing tight. 

Sometimes she wondered why he always wore them; maybe he was a little like her, unused to human contact. Eyes glancing up at him, she asked, “Why don’t you take your gloves off? We’re inside, you know.” A little too late, she realized he’d notice how callused her own hands were from swordplay and holding Khan’s reins. Oh well. 

He could not help but sigh comfortably into her touch, her small fingers weaving into his own. How long had it been since he had allowed himself a moment like this? He could not say. In truth he was not even sure he had ever had a moment like this. The gentle aroma of Mulan, hard work and beauty, helped ease him into the moment even more and his thoughts began to drift off into another place… before coming back to him with a sound like the snapping of bone.

His eyes looked down nervously at her own (her beautiful, large, brown eyes) and he could not help but swallow with a bit of fear. He just barely broke away from her gaze and turned to his hands. The soft fabric was all that separated him from the skin of another human being. He was not sure if he was ready for that, but he could try, for her, for this moment. “Yes, you are right… just, let me take them off.” He calmly removed his hands, taking off his gloves with practiced ease yet subtly nervous nonetheless. Why was he so afraid? Touch meant reality, meant connecting to another, meant not being able to isolate the cold within himself anymore. The less he felt of it, the less someone could hurt him, but Mulan would never do such a thing, right? (Well, outside of sparring that is)

Cautiously, as if her hands might break, he slid his hand back into hers, the close warmth as unfamiliar a feeling as possible to him, but as he kept it there against his anxiety and fear, it started feeling much nicer than he could have hoped. Hans turned to her with a smile again, feeling a bit of childish glee at being able to accomplish what appeared to be so small of a task. It did not matter what her hands felt like, so long as they were hers and were real. “Better?”

fxtureking ;  
"I did a bad thing."

fxtureking:

princeofthesouthernisles:

"… No, unless you did not kill to eat something, I feel as if it is normal for a lion cub to have some blood on its paws."

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He only wished that were the case. “There…were wildebeest and he tried to save me.” the cub answered as tears began to stream down his face. “It was an accident but…my Dad won’t wake up. I tried playing with him like we always do but there was blood and…I need help. I dunno what to do.” 

For a moment Hans felt the world grind to a halt. Old memories surge through his mind, and the image of his dying father most prominent of all. Just as quickly he got down on his knee and talked softly to the cub. “I… Just, stay calm. This is a lot right now, I know, but it is all I ask. Now, show me where he is.”

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royalhighnessanna ;  
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His eyes bulged at her touch, his attention elsewhere only a second before the cheeky princess made a move on him, literally. Maybe he was delirious or maybe she was drunk, but he turned to her with a controlled face and smiled. “Is there something I can help you with, Princess Anna?”

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amyhartofeyyyy:

i feel weird being a multishipper sometimes???? like everyone else is arguing and bashing each other and crying and i’m just like

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spxre ;  
" I did a bad thing. "

Anna, of all people, was just not on his list of individuals who he thought he would see coming up to him with bloody hands and almost pleading for him to help her. It was oddly sort of nice to see that even Anna was capable of getting a little blood spilled and dirty work done, but then he realized that he might be just jumping to conclusions in hopes of seeing her in a more understandable light. 

"Okay, what happened and how can I help?"

speakshxrmind:

More flush covered her face, her eyes unable to meet his. “I was not aware of this fact- nor am I certain it’s true, Your Highness. I am but a simple soldier, you know that.” A soldier unused to the warm feeling of a hand on her leg; the general had never- would never. Tentatively, she leaned over to rest her head on his shoulder and against his side. What had gotten into her, she wasn’t sure- but there had been a small glass of wine with dinner, and the fireplace was making the room rather cozy. “I do thank you for your compliment.”

She was so very modest, yet another thing Hans quietly admired about her. Yes, he loved to play himself up, to be extravagant and charming, if not a bit boastful, to all he did meet, but her behavior was… calming to him. She did not take herself to highly despite her grand achievements, but she did admire people in a genuine way, something Hans felt comfortable with far more than any amount of social praise. The moment she leaned into him Hans felt himself melt a little, her ebony hair laying gently against his shirt and warm flesh heating through to his cold center.

He smiled a bit as his hand finally left her leg and carefully drifted to her hand. “You are more than deserving of it, Mulan. A soldier is not all that you are. You are also a strong but caring woman, who gives of herself far more than anyone else I have known in a long time. Perhaps one day you can see that for yourself.” A part of him (a small part of him at this moment) berated himself for such boldness, but right now, the moment was much to good to start doubting it.

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regaliity ;  
"I did a bad thing."

His eyes glanced at the particularly gruesome mess of blood on Queen Elsa’s hands, not sure how or why it ended up there, but knowing that she was hardly stable enough to handle the aftermath of whatever just happened all on her own. In an odd way he was almost proud of her… if she really did just annihilate another human being with her ice powers. “All right, what can I do to help?”

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fxtureking ;  
"I did a bad thing."

"… No, unless you did not kill to eat something, I feel as if it is normal for a lion cub to have some blood on its paws."

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speakshxrmind ;  

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The sudden feeling of a bold yet soft hand sent shivers up and down his spine, a small glance to his side confirming it was her hand doing so. Inside he felt a particular surge of chaotic emotions, surprise, happiness, arousal, shock, but on the outside he stayed calm and leaned over to whisper in her ear. “Is there any particular reason why your hand is settled in such a way onto me?”

emmasdisneyworld:

notsoplainbutinsanejane:

Hans- Sword fight!

this is the day that I have been waiting my entire life for

Anonymous ;  
Do you really think Mulan would love you if she knew the truth about you? Are you ever going to tell her?

Hans gave a lethal glare at the individual and walked away, not anywhere near ready to even consider confronting that particular issue right now. Inside he secretly hoped it would never have to come to that (as childish as that was), as how could one so loyal and brave understand what it was like to have no limits like he did? To not feel bound to an idea, a family, a nation, only the cold and selfish path of his own making. Perhaps, if the already off chance that they somehow did become something more than they were, he might try and share it bit by bit, but God only knows what that would lead to in the end. As for now, things were going well enough as is without bringing up that bit of the past.

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speakshxrmind:

princeofthesouthernisles:

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"I do" was his simple response. She felt just as nice as he had dared to imagine. However he could not help but wonder what it would be like without gloves on. Perhaps he could blame this sudden gall on one too many drinks later.

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"…" Momentarily speechless, she bit her lip- and then flushed with a smile. "In that case… c-carry on." Maybe he’d had a lot to drink- or he was just forward. What a change from the men she was used to; it was not an unpleasant one.

Her nervous and slightly curious words encouraged Hans to continue, his long burning interest finally getting some expression, even if he was faking being a bit drunk (or was he? At this rate even he was unsure. He was sure that normally he had only been the most noble he could toward the brave warrior he quietly admired). His hand made lazy strokes along her leg, soft yet strong as it was. Much nicer than the normal wobbly ones he used to caress in his more carefree days of youth. “Tell me… how does it feel to know that you are the finest woman in this kingdom, if not many more?”

Anonymous ;  
"Stop saying that!" (Little-snowprincesselsa)

"Oh, does the truth in my words sting a little bit too much?" The tone of superiority could not be missed.

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