#Alexander “König” Kilgore

[lichenes]

I would looove a part two to the flowershop owner x könig story! It's amazing, I got so immersed into the story :)

blacked out and wrote 600 words... i'm glad you liked it anon ;_;!! hope you like this one too :D!! enjoy :^ (pt. 2 to this) CW: kissing mentioned, pining, sfw :D wc: 601 .  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚ .  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚.  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚.  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚.  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚

You haven’t seen the obscenely tall man in quite a while, you assumed the bouquet you sold him worked a little too well on the neighbour and he moved on from your dainty flower shop and well… from you. To your surprise - as if he felt you beckoning him in your mind - he appeared later that day. You were just attending a customer when he came through the glass door. “Thank you!” You called absentmindedly out after the person leaving the store. To be frank you were focused on something entirely different. 

König wasn’t sure what to say except for a polite greeting. Looking around the shop he found himself questioning his true intentions. Surely a person this quaint wasn’t interested in men of his nature. He felt your gaze on him. You were following his quick and precise movements with your eyes soaking up as much of him as you could. 

“Beautiful.” He said when he turned his head towards you. You felt your face heat up as he scrambled to finish his sentence. “The flowers! I mean the flowers. How- how do you keep them so uh… nice?” You chuckled slightly at his awkward comment and proceeded to explain everything from waking up at ungodly hours to get them fresh up until the tiring must of watering all of them. He kept nodding and put a hand on his covered chin. 

He asked some follow up questions after that, not realising he was leaning towards you. You didn’t mind one bit but when he was almost bent over with his elbows on the counter he snapped out of it with a quick apology and his hand landing on the back of his head with an anxious demeanour. “Sorry for the barrage I-” He tried to explain himself. “Hey no need to apologise big guy, you’re alright!! I’m glad you find this interesting.” 

And then an idea came to your mind. “Hey would you… um-” It was your turn to become overzealous. He nodded his head in a silent coax. “You’re retired right?” He confirmed with another nod. He wasn’t the diplomatic kind but you brought out the most anxious and self-aware parts of him. “Would you like to help out with the shop? I mean you don’t have to but I’d love some help and you seem like a strong guy and-” You were losing yourself in the question but he interrupted you quickly with a stern affirmation. “O-oh! That’s great!” 

“Just one more thing.” He tilted his head in slight confusion, curious at what you would say next. “What’s your name?” 

He- well, Alexander, was used to waking up in the early hours of the day, due to his long military service, so he was more than happy to help you pick out the flowers for the day. He offered to pick you up and it just became a routine for both of you to meet up at your apartment and drive to the flower market. 

“Mornin’.” You said half asleep getting into his car. “Good morning.” Alex said, looking you up and down. You noticed, god how you always noticed. “Like what you see?” You said only half-jokingly. His throat suddenly went dry when he fully took in what you were wearing. Even in sweatpants and an overly large coat you looked stunning. 

Suddenly an urge overwhelmed him. “I need to tell you something, mein schätz.”

The next few minutes were filled with words, words that couldn’t stay unspoken and fervent kisses, backed up by weeks of pining. 

And that day, your flower shop stayed closed. 

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[quietb00m]

Im honestly tired of cod content sometimes

I just want my husband to be back from the war

[natriae]

i'm curious what y'all think (comment if you think it's something else!)

[xshiny]

König x gn!reader prt 3

Imma pretend that the Weimar Constitution didn't happen on August 14, 1919...it's a fan fiction, what can i say 🤷‍♀️.

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When you turn, you see a whole ass 6'10 giant man walking your way- but he's wearing traditional German royal clothes. Could this bear for a man possibly be your long lost spouse from childhood? I mean...the hood he was wearing over his face was familiar...

You didn't notice you were staring until Horangi nudge you. He gives you a smirk, but also gestures to the man who is now standing in front of us. He gives you an encouraging thumbs up to greet him.

Turning back to face the man, you stammer, unsure of what to say or how to react. Were you supposed to curtsy/bow? Did you have to get in one knee and kiss his knuckles? Should you put your hand out for a handshake? Instead, the man just chuckles at you, seeing how you fumbled with in greeting him.

"Y/n...it's been so long since I last saw you" the man speaks, and bows. You quickly bow/curtsy back. "Meine Liebe...Surely you remember me, no?" The man asks, his German accent slipping through. He takes his hooded mask off, revealing his handsome face.

Those eyes...the hair, am even the smile was still the same as you remembered it was, twenty years ago. You don't realize you were crying until the man reaches forward and wipes it away.

"Schatz...why are you crying?" He asks, and you lean into his touch. Yes. This was your long lost spouse from childhood.

"König..." you croak out, same reach up to his hands, feeling how calloused and rough they were, yet how soft and warm they held you. You haven't spoken his name since the day he left till now. "It's really you"

"Ja, das bin ich wirklich" König speaks, and pulls you in for an embrace. "I'm here, Meine Libeling"

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A/n: Imma put this here so I can brainstorm some more 😃👍

Anyway, yeah. Womp womp chomp chomp.

Translations:

"Meine Libeling" -> "my love"

"Schatz" -> "Darling"

"Ja, das bin ich wirklich" -> "Yes, it's really me"

Also, does anyone else know his real full name? Like I found a post About it but I can't find it...😭 Wasn't it something like Kilgore Alexander or something 🤔.

[whirlybirbs]

i neeeed to know what it's like when moth + the 141 meet konig. is ghost jealous.

5. handler's manual — ghost / reader

desc: kortac makes an appearance. you owe a certain colonel an apology. ghost ain't about it. pairing: lt. simon "ghost" riley / f!reader ; callsign: moth a/n: ghost having one sided beef with birbs-canon soft spoken and socially anxious konig and mess hall meatloaf is the comedic writing i need. [GHOST VOICE] what the fuck did they feed him — edit: if you saw me get konig's rank wrong no you didn't <3 ⇽ prev /

If John Price taught you anything, it's that bringing a gun to a knife fight is fair game as long as you win.

Yea.

You, uh... You shot Colonel Alexander Kilgore. Last week. It's fine, he's fine—

"How was I supposed to know the guy in the executioner's hood was on our side?" you hiss, shoveling another bite of your lunch into your mouth.

Beside you, Soap snickers into the back of his hand as he chews.

"I mean, seriously," you flick your eyes across the mess hall, quickly spotting the handful of KorTac members; they're an interesting group — private military. International. You lean forward onto the table and wince when you spot a certain Colonel sat by himself at the edge of the mess, "What would you have done if you rounded a corner to that?"

Bad timing. Colonel Kilgore — König — is lifting up the edge of his mask to place a delicately cut piece of mess hall meatloaf into his mouth. The fork and knife in his hands look comically small.

"Shite myself, probably?" Soap offers, nudging you with his shoulder, "Then shot tha' bastard."

"Thank you—"

"Shoulda aimed higher."

Ghost's voice cuts through the banter. He swings a leg over the bench beside you and lands with a soft exhale. You note a distinct lack of the infamous mess meatloaf on his tray.

"He's a sociopath," comes the gruff insertion into the conversation as Ghost darts his eyes towards König, "Look a' 'im. Lovin' the meatloaf. Give it twenty an' th'bastard is gonna bloody regret it."

"He didn't get that big not eatin' th' meatloaf, eltee," Soap chirps, leaning around you to punch Ghost's arm, "C'mon, he can't tha' bad."

Kyle's late to the conversation, but ever perceptive. His tray is also lacking the meatloaf, just like Ghost's, Soap's and yours. The four of you are wise. Mess meatloaf before joint-Taskforce PT? No fuckin' way. Gaz settles across from you and takes a bite of his peas.

Through chewing, he nudges his fork over his shoulder towards the KorTac group.

"Laswell pulled his files," Kyle munches, "Apparently he's got the hood because of some pretty severe social anxiety."

"Oh, c'mon," you bay, "Kyle—"

"M'just sharin' what I learned—"

"I feel worse now!" you throw your hands, drop your head back and groan, "I shot him, and he's eating lunch alone, and now you're telling me the whole hood is, like, for emotional support—"

"Join th' bloody club."

The three of you eye Ghost owlishly as he tugs the hem of his balaclava up and shovels a concerning large scoop of mash into his mouth. The joke — it is a joke, right? — earns a hesitant laugh out of Johnny and only Johnny. You're too busy furiously rubbing at your face in an attempt to self soothe.

If you had a dollar for every masked man on base, you'd have two dollars. And that's arguably one more dollar than you're comfortable with.

"I should go apologize."

Ghost scoffs. If you didn't know any better, you'd think his voice was laden with something like malice. "For what? Clearly Austria's Biggest Boy is fine."

(It is malice. And maybe jealousy. Why do you feel bad? The mask thing is his shtick. It's... It's his brand. Not that he sees it like that, but — oh, for fuck's sake, you're getting up—)

"Yea, well," you use Ghost and Soap's shoulders as support as you haul yourself up from the mess bench, "I downed Austria's Biggest Boy and that means he's owed an apology."

It feels a bit like a death march — because the boys watch you weave through the mess with hesitant expressions. Things have been tense with KorTac since the incident; in all fairness, a distinct lack of communication left either Taskforce unaware of the other's role on the assignment. If it's anyone's fault, it's the upper echelon.

Your smile is soft — and the first thing you notice is how blue his eyes are. The hulking figure of the Corporal perks up when he notices your approach, and you note the way his forefinger tense three times against his fork. A nervous tic.

"Colonel—"

"Ah!" he's standing, demonstrating a learned formality, and you know it's a habit formed over the years; he offers a hand — and you think you can see some sort of positive emotion pass through his eyes, "Specialist Moth, how can I help you?"

His voice is dotted with an accent that you can only describe as delicate. His voice, too, is soft. It's night and day compared to the hisses curses and spat barks in German you'd earned when you'd fire a round clean through his shoulder.

You take his hand, shake it firmly, and try to ignore the fact KorTac's lead sniper is massive. Six foot, four inches. Austria's Biggest Boy is fucking right. He's towering over you, even as he leans across the mess table.

He's purposely gentle when shaking your hand. You wonder if that's learned.

"I wanted to apologize, sir," you say as König sits back down and peers up at you from behind his hood. You tuck your hands into your pockets and rock back on your boots, "Truly, I'm — I'm so sorry—"

He's shaking both hands, his eyes shutting — and you can see the corners crinkle. He's smiling, then. All the mannerisms you've sussed out from Ghost seem to apply here to the new masked character on base.

"It is not a problem, Specialist Moth, I assure you," he dotes, "It was a mere miscommunication."

Understatement of the century, but sure.

You ease up, shoulders relaxing. You watch as König knots his hands tightly in-front of him; his mess tray is nearly empty. His thumb fiddles over his knuckles. Anxiousness.

"I appreciate it. You're healing alright?" you ask earnestly, your brows knit.

He's nodding, about to speak, when there's a hand clamping down on your shoulder.

"Debrief in five," comes the gruff drawl; it's Ghost. You slide a look up to him and note the way his dark eyes are trained directly on König. You spot his blonde lashes narrow, and straighten your posture.

"Lieutenant," the nod that KorTac's sniper offers is nothing but respectful and cordial and you swear you see a twinkle of something like kinship in the Austrain's eyes.

But Ghost? Ghost only chirps back a dismissive: "Colonel, sir."

What. The. Fuck.

"Let's go, Moth."

You curtly nod before wrapping your knuckles twice on the table. You offer König a real smile — toothy and bright. It's an attempt to soothe. You can't help it. You feel bad, okay?

"See you in PT later, Colonel?"

"Ja, bis später!" he stutters, unsteady from the intimidation of a certain 141 lieutenant.

You do a double take, blink twice, then nod. Your German is rusty. Atrocious. But, it's an olive branch. "Bis später, König—"

"Moth."

It's stern. Nearly a reprimand.

And fuck, you want to ask Ghost what crawled up his ass and died, but you have a feeling you know exactly who did.

Austria's Biggest Boy.

[g8dess]

I hope you're still doing this! The post said you were, if not please ignore ♡

S/i: Cassie

F/o: König (Alexander Kilgore is a proposed name I use for him

Numbers: 19 27 54 84 111

Happy belated birthday!

Don't worry, you were well on time and even now I still have 3 spots left. Thank you for participating 💕

19. I believe you are my soulmate

27. You don't know but I truly like you

54. You are my dream come true

84. You have so many talents

111. I regret how we were

I feel a lot of love from them for you, but an inability to truly express this and that makes them regret a lot of choices they make. They truly do like you, even if it's not always expressed, and they have a lot of admiration for you as well. It feels to them like you have so many talents, so many things you work tirelessly at and became so good at too. They love your versatile skills.

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48. You make me feel sick

89. I'm filled with jealousy

15. You make me so proud

12. You are everything to me

64. There is so much for us to discover

71. I swear I met an angel when you came into my life

I feel like there are still quite some talents of yours you haven't had the time to discover yet, and that they would love to help you discover. You are so talented already, and tey are so proud of you already, but there are still a million adventures waiting for you two. There are a lot of things you two still need to experience together. You are like a perfect angel to them, who can do no wrong, but at the same time there is one thing they don't like, that fills them with sickening jealousy. Many talents bring many admirers after all.

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While they love your many skills, they also are jealous that they aren't the only one that appreciates you for them. They love that you can grow in the world, but that doesn't stop them from wanting to feel special to you. You make them immensely proud with everything you achieve and they think that there are still skills you are yet to develop and wish to stay by your side when you work on them. They aren't the best at expressing they like you, but trust me when I say they do very much love you.

[michelle-is-writing]

Fandoms I write for (continuing)

To start, here are some fandoms I write for! Although, keep in mind this is not a full list and I will be writing for more than just the ones on this list 🙂

Criminal Minds

- Spencer Reid

Call of Duty Games

- Captain John Price

- Simon “Ghost” Riley

- John “Soap” MacTavish

- König - I have read where his name is actually Alexander Kilgore as König translates to King, but I could be wrong!!!

House MD

- Dr. Gregory House

- Dr. James Wilson

- Dr. Robert Chase

Motley Crue

- Nikki Sixx

- Tommy Lee

- Mick Mars

Celebrities

- Ben Hardy (and his characters)

- Matthew Gray Gubler

- Tom Hiddleston (and his characters)

- Bo Burnham

- Dave Navarro

- Douglas Booth

Peaky Blinders

- Thomas Shelby

- Finn Shelby

- Arthur Shelby

- John Shelby

Haunting of Hill House

- Luke Crain

Inglorious Basterds

- Sgt. Donny Donnowitz

- Lt. Aldo Raine

Stranger things

- Jonathan Byers

- Steve Harrington

- Eddie Munson

- Billy Hargrove

Bohemian Rhapsody

- Roger Taylor

- John “Deaky” Deacon