#Used Car in Mau

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[imsilay]

I love everything about your page. Your stories abt Konig always reminds me about "tag you're it" by Melanie Martinez. Idk if you write recommendations but can you write something inspired by this song? With konig ofc 🤍

i fuCKING LOVE MELANIE MARTINEZ

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this is such a good request thank you anon <3 it reminds me of SOAR so imma make a little drabble :>

SOAR (past :>)

it’s the first months König kidnapped the reader.

That ominous whistle echoed in your head, sending chills down your spine and making your heart race. Heavy steps could be heard as you leaned your back against a car and crouched down. The situation was not good. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, your pulse pounded in your ears. You had been running for minutes but he found you. It was as if he could smell you.

“Fucking giant.” you muttered under your breath and tried to calm your breathing as he looked for you. He exclaimed, "Come on, Maus! Come back to home, come back to your husband." his voice was filled with panic and fear of losing you. He should've known better than letting you wander freely in home. He didn’t even realize you pocketed the keys and found a way to run away whilst he was sleeping. It was still a misery how you managed to get out of his strong arms. He almost had a heart attack when he couldn’t find you in home. His chest filled with anxiety at the thought you slipping away from his fingers.

With the advantage of his height, he could look over the cars and eventually he spotted you. "There you are..." he mumbled and sighed with relief as he stalked towards you. Oh, you were so cute... Your body trembled with adrenaline, your face was all flushed and you were panting. And most of all, you really thought he would let you go that easy.

You looked around to find him as he and his heavy steps disappeared. Your eyes opened wide in fear when a big shadow dropped over you. You nearly screamed as your steady pulse started to race again. You did your best. Your best was running with all your might. "Maus!" he hissed and chased after you. You ran to find someone to help you but all the signs were in a language you couldn’t understand and there was no people around. You were fast, but he was quick to catch up with you. In a heartbeat, he grabbed your hair and pulled your body back to his. "You’re it." he snarled into your ear as you grabbed his forearms and squirmed to escape. But it was useless, his fingers tangled with your hair as he held your head up to glare at you with his icy-blue eyes.

Your eyes filled with tears from how tightly he grabbed your hair. "Let go of me!" you cried out. If anything, you knew there was no use in trying to beg him to release you. He would never let you go but he wouldn’t hurt you on purpose. It was all in fear of losing you. “Stop struggling.” he mumbled and loosened his grip. You were his worst yet most beautiful weakness. "Did you enjoy our little game, Maus?" he said and kissed your cheek. The anxiety leaving him as soon as he had his hands on you. You tried to pull away but his hand slid down to your neck and held your head still. His scent and the fabric of his mask was familiar as he kissed your cheek. “You lost some of your rights. You will be tied up until next week.” he kissed your cheek tenderly again before throwing you over his shoulder. It was easier to carry you instead of dragging you back. You yelped and kicked your feet. "Put me down!" you shouted, hoping that somebody would hear your cries, but no one ever did. "Nein." he mumbled as his arm around your legs tightened and his free hand pinned your ankles. "Scream all you want, Maus." he said confidently, "No one can take you away from me." he added as he walked back home.

“I hate you.” you snarled and your words made his heart ache. “I will never love you.” you hissed, your venomous words numbing his body and creating cracks in his confidence. “Nein. You will. I will make you.” he hissed as his fingers dug into your tight and made you flinch. “I’m sorry.” you murmured and felt his grip turned into caressing as he carried you. A proud smirk formed in his face, your mood swings were so cute. You were always talking back and trying to run away. It was all okay, nothing he can’t handle. But whenever you told him you hated him or will never love him him, he was weak. He couldn’t control himself, it literally hurt him physically. “Braves Mädchen.” he cooed and repositioned you in his arms so he was carrying you in princess style. He looked into your eyes as he lifted you to be closer to his face. “It reminds me the first night i brought you to our home.” he chuckled lightly and his eyes filled with amusement. “You were sleeping so beautifully in my arms. You can’t deny that you feel safe, can you?” his question made you look away from him and he pressed you tighter onto his chest. He already knew the answer. You were his wife after all. He knew everything about you. Your body and mind.

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i try to answer the request but there’s a lot of them and i barely have time to sleep T-T AS I ALWAYS SAY WRITING IS MY THERAPY AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH SO I WILL ALWAYS MAKE TIME TO DO MORE

anyways I LOVE Y’ALL THANKS FOR 2K!! <3

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[gigglegoobers]

reading this was such a treat, WE R SO NORMAL ABT THEM AHOUHUHRUUHUHUHUHUHYUHYUHYU

question in the subject of the marvelous miss maura!! what's the relationship between her and rocky? is there a romance between those two kitties or is it platonic? oh-- and dynamics!! how are they like? pardon the onslaught of questions, that art you did of them piqued a lot of interest! sending hugs and hearts your way rudni <333333

Omgomgomgomgomgomg my first ask aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa *runs around in circles*

Mars, Iza, thank you, honeybuns, I’m honored, hug both of you tightly <333 I’m a bubbling puddle now ✨ QwQ ✨

Answering your questions: yes, I see an opportunity to intertwine Rocky’s and Maura’s storylines and develop their relationship in a romantic way, BUT this is not necessary at all. These folks just communicate quite well and like to play verbal ping pong with each other. :3 But friendship is the strongest foundation for romantic relationship, isn’t it? So, yes, I can consider this option. Despite Maura is a talkative one, she is also a very eager, curious and attentive listener, while Rocky is a VERY erudite guy and a fount of unusual information, who clearly won’t neglect unironically interested listeners. Therefore, these two characters can quite soon turn from “the restless oddball” and “the chirping firecracker” into friends and, eventually, into something more. A flame thrown into fireworks. It will definitely be loud, bright and fun.

I guess Rocky and Mau would generally have a lot of strange, but mutually interesting topics to discuss. Like, on the one hand, Rocky can recite Yeats and Mau is quite savvy about the Gershwin brothers’ musicals, but on the other hand, both can easily stuck on discussing the issue of “do bugs crawl or walk in a recumbent position”. :D

I can even imagine how these two might spontaneously get married because of an accidentally blurted out series of utterly stupid puns. Because it’s simply something fun to do. Like, they sneak out on the roof in the night, chatting incessantly, and then

Mau: You won’t do such a felony to me. Rocky: A fell-on-knee? Well, I can dare. Mau: And if I agree you’ll dare to do it right now? Rocky: Oh, Miss Venza, it would be such a delight, but no one will marry us in the dead of night. Mau: The dead of night, huh? I remember you told me about some business you run with a funeral home. There's supposed to be a minister. A funeral home marriage in the dead of night. Sounds like a perfect match.

And soon Rocky, arm in arm with Mau, will be banging on the door of the Arbogast Funeral Home, and if the face of sleepy Abelard Arbogast could have stretched more from their request, it would have stretched. :D Though everyone should pray for Rocky if Maura’s father, Augusto Venza, knows about it. Just remember what Viktor did to those guys who decided to woo Ivy. Augusto would have reacted the same in case of his daughter and Rocky. He will simply break the poor guy in half like a dry spaghetti noodle, so secrecy is the only option here. :D

Aside from any jokes, Rocky’s and Maura’s skill to use words sharper than knives is the reason why they will get along not only because it is mutually entertaining. Both Rocky and Mau are accustomed to create an image that’s somehow different from what they prefer to expose as an armor, but it’s hard to hide your soul forever from a person who literally exactly knows how to pin people. What questions to ask and how to ask them. Rocky and Mau simply won’t manage to hide the truth about themselves from each other. And when one of them hits the right spot, a dark page of one’s biography or some fondest memories, Her Majesty empathy gets onstage. And here they are, developing trust and, eventually, affection. Knowing each other’s weaknesses, but never daring to use them after revealing them. Their little secrets, hidden between their words and smiles understood only by them. Friendship, that deepens into partnership.

I guess mainly that’s it and I hope I answered your questions, guys! Thank you SOOOO MUCH for asking and giving me an opportunity to write about this. <333

P.S.: Though I have some additional thoughts on the subject, I’ll prefer to hide them under the cut for the most curious readers. :3

For everything I wrote above it is necessary to, uh, make some assumptions. Firstly, the events in Lackadaisy, at least in the comic, are developing rapidly, and it is not an easy task to insert another arc there, especially a romantic arc. We simply need to have more extended time periods between the main events in the comic to get the opportunity to add a romantic subplot for any character. Secondly, Rocky, no matter how much we all love The Best Boi, is a doomed character with a very strong line of development that, ironically, can be easily skewed by romantic subplot as such, which, if it is added, must add something crucial to Rocky’s improvement as a character. Not to mention that he has a huge chance not to survive at the end of the comic. To fit romantic feelings into Rocky’s character arc to add an interesting angle to his already mastery canonical development, motivation and character itself is also an extremely non–trivial task. I’m not sure if I can manage it, ha-hah. Besides, every time I thought about it while writing an answer to this ask, the potential outcomes of intertwining Rocky’s and Maura’s storylines are rather angsty and gloomy due to these characters’ personal arcs.

It is not a secret that Rocky’s main intention is to save the sinking ship called Lackadaisy, as it is the place he belongs to and considers much more of a home due to his core, deep inner loneliness. If any personal romantic interest somehow outweighs his role of the “Lackadaisy savior”, it will inevitably cause a conflict in Rocky: a choice between “me and my personal happiness” and “the well-being of my home and family (Lackadaisy)”. The easiest way to solve it (from the character's point of view) is to combine these two elements, and if Rocky considers Maura as his ladylove… many obstacles occur on their way. Mau and her father are literally chased by the criminal syndicate from New York, and Mau herself has nowhere to go and is doomed to flee with her father. She is sick of this situation by the time when the Lackadaisy comic takes place, but she can’t solve it, especially because she has lack of personal money. No escape. At all. And if it’s the matter of earning money the only thing Mau can do very well is playing pool for bets, but rumors spread in a jolt, so if she uses this skill in any underworld establishment, it will draw guaranteed and definitely unwanted attention both to Maura and this establishment. Rocky has no money either, and the best he can offer to Mau is to live together in a car (:D) or to run away and wander together, which he won’t do because of, look upwards, his main intention to save Lackadaisy. And if Rocky, God forbid, will suggest Mau to run away with him and work for the Lackadaisy speakeasy (again, in order to share with her his home and his chosen family), it will be equivalent to throwing an armful of dynamite sticks in his own cherished home. The last thing that Lackadaisy needs is the attention of another potential rival in addition to Marigold. And though I can imagine many warm and enjoyable romantic interactions between these two, as a narrator I MUST admit that Rocky and Maura fallen in love = a disaster multiplied by ten. Ka-boom. No survivors.

So, if Rocky and Mau decide to develop their relationship in a romantic way, it will be an interesting plot… and an interesting game of survival. And which bet will win in this game is unpredictable. But let’s hope they’ll handle it. Let’s hope they will.

[mlmxreader]

Die Maus und Der Bär | König x gn!reader

anonymous asked: hallo!!! i am back once again!!

first of all, i just wanna say, the könig x reader you did for me (the one where they knew each other before) was fucking awesome dude, top notch shit right there. 10/10 amazing. thank you <3

second of all, i was hoping to request a part 2 for it! maybe one where reader decides to actually join KorTac so they don’t have to leave him again. the prompt that sparked this idea was "I don't wanna miss you again" and i just think it would be very nice very cute

as always, keep up the good work! you’re amazing!!! (ALSO HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!) -🏹

summary: a single chance encounter with somebody that you used to cherish just about changes everything.

tws: swearing, brief mentions of violence

part one: Maus

"Nein," he shook his head. "I'm going to take you home. You can't stay... I never stopped loving you, (y/n)."

"Fuck you."

"I will write," he promised. "I don't want to lose you again."

König was risking everything just to take you home; his job, his livelihood, his friends, even his life, just to make sure that you got back. He found your address through various, somewhat illegal, manners but didn't really care; his top priority was to make sure that you got home in a single piece.

The flight was dull, you kept spitting venomous words in his face and hissing curses against him, and although he had no idea why you suddenly hated him, König didn't say anything about it.

The car ride back to your home was worse, but it was slightly better when you, very reluctantly invited him inside; it was a nice house, König could never refuse sleeping in a proper bed, although he did go a little bit shy as he admitted that he didn't actually bring anything with him - expecting to leave you at the door and return when he was back from deployment.

KorTac would kick his ass if they found out he had escorted you right to your front door, let alone that he had accepted staying the night.

If there was anything that König didn't want, anything that made his stomach churn and bile rise up to his throat, it was the thought of losing you; the thought of ever being apart from you, separated, made him feel sick to his stomach and made his hands shake. He didn't want to be without you, not again. He would do anything to be there at your side, he would do anything if he could just remain with you.

Deep, deep down, he knew that you felt the same, but he also knew that, right now, you were in pain; you were lashing out, and he knew why. He was to blame, he was an idiot and a fool and had been for years, he was the one who had left.

But he wasn't stupid, he knew that something was going on when you came up to him in the middle of the night, weeping and sniffling before you got into the bed beside him; he went stiff when you held onto him tightly, and pressed your face against him.

Something was going on. König knew it, and you did, too.

He didn't wear his mask. He didn't need to when he was around you. He very rarely wore shirts, and tried not to notice the way that you looked at the scars that littered his body with little more than guilt; as if each knock and scrape, every gunshot wound and stab wound, that he had sustained since he enlisted was somehow your fault.

Like you failed to protect him. Like you might as well have done it all yourself; of course, König tried to reassure you how he could, but every time he tried to speak to you as a friend, you would push him away.

"Fuck you! Don't fucking act like nothing's changed, you fucking bastard cunt!"

König never flinched. You could be shouting and bawling the house down, but he never so much as twitched; to him, it was a normal Tuesday. He could remember when the subject of your anger was bullies on the school grounds; whenever they so much as mildly taunted him, you were there, running to his defence every single time.

He had no reason to think of your little outbursts as anything other than you needing to express yourself, and he could live with that. If you wanted to shout, he could listen to you shout for hours. He just wished that you would stop pushing him away.

But it wasn't that simple, those things never were, as although you would have given anything and everything to have him back in your life, although you would have begged and pleaded and even tried bribery and blackmail in order to get into KorTac's ranks to be at his side again, you were still hurt; you had let him down, you had been his enemy, he had reminded you of times that you no longer thought of.

Secondary school, the realisation that you had loved him. When he sang 'The Last Stand' by Sabaton the first time he kissed you and told you that he loved you romantically.

You knew that he would never be permanently back in your life, you needed to push him away before you could even think of hurting him the way that he had hurt you when he first left; you didn't want him to feel that ache, to feel the bile rise in his throat whenever your name came to mind, you didn't want him to miss you if you were gone.

You wanted to save him, save him the pain and the agony and the grief and everything else; you didn't want him to get hurt because of you, you didn't think you could live with yourself if he did. It was best to push him away. Things would be better off if you pushed him away, you knew that, and you had a sneaking suspicion that he did, too.

Except, you couldn't deny that you did like having him around; when one night suddenly became one week, and one week suddenly became one month... you couldn't deny that you liked having him around. König reminded you of a time long gone, a time when you could get away with pinning cunts to the ground and breaking their jaws without worrying about getting court martialled; a simpler time, a better time... and maybe... maybe you did still love him.

Maybe you did still love him romantically, and maybe you didn't want to push him away so much anymore, even though you knew it was for the best and you kept telling yourself that you didn't want him to get inside your head and that you weren't thinking straight, you weren't being logical or rational; you were being a fool for wanting something, someone, you could never have again. You missed your chance years ago, why get another one?

"Mein Bärchen," König cleared his throat as he ducked enough to get through the doorframe, a yawn coming from the back of his throat as he pinned you to the side with his tired gaze. "You should be asleep."

You shook your head, puffing on your cigarette as you grumbled softly and bit back the yawn he had infected you with. "There's just a lot in my head right now, Maus."

"Wie was?"

You didn't want to say it, but the way that he was looking at you and your own exhaustion was chipping you away and breaking you down, so you sighed, putting your cigarette in the ashtray as you dared to shrug, taking a deep breath. "What if I transferred to KorTac?"

König fell silent for a moment as he thought about it, but then he smiled, raising his brows as he looked so fucking hopeful, so fucking joyful at the mere suggestion of such a thing. "Really?"

You nodded slowly. "Yeah... at least then, we'd still be together, right? And maybe... maybe we could start off where we left off?"

He grinned, swallowing thickly as he tried to hide his excitement. "You'd do that?"

"Yeah," your voice got a little quieter. "Yeah, I... fuck, König, I don't wanna miss you again... I don't wanna hurt you by making you miss me, either."

"Du bist mein Lieblingsbär," he chuckled softly. "Ich... nein. (y/n), if you joined KorTac... we would never be apart."

"That's the point," you told him. "Ich lie- meine Maus, I'll give my guys my two weeks notice tomorrow, and put in a request for a transfer to KorTac... ja? Klang gut?"

"Ja," he beamed. "Aber... come back to bed, bitte? Come back to me?"

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[dumpsterfire-daydreams]

Reader POV:

The walk to their side of the base was overwhelmingly silent. Ghost’s heavy footfalls led the way down a series of sidewalks and into a nearby building while you scurried behind him. You kept up with his pace as best you could and pulled out your phone to send König a few hurried texts in case he finally came to the parking lot and found your car empty. You knew how he could get sometimes and the last thing you wanted to do was start his day off with a panic attack.

“Headed in now. With the big scary skull face guy. See you soon.”

Your previous messages still sat unread. Where the hell was he? You’d triple checked the date beforehand and made sure you were headed to the right address. Just to put your mind at ease, you started scrolling back up through your conversation to make sure you hadn’t misread anything.

Your thoughts abruptly ground to a halt when you crashed face first into your escort’s back. It wasn’t enough to knock him off balance (as if you could even do such a thing), but he let out a small grunt as he wheeled around to shoot you a pointed glare.

You shrank back a bit, both embarrassed and terrified that you’d pissed him off. A litany of “sorrys” started spilling out of your mouth, but he dismissed them with a wave of his hand and motioned for you to stop speaking.

He’d stopped outside the door of what looked like a conference room. From the hall, you could hear muffled voices coming from inside. You felt like a puppy being told to “stay” when he just said “wait here” before turning the knob and ducking inside the room.

A few moments later, the door reopened a crack and the skull mask reappeared.

“Briefings over. Captain says you can come in.”

You cautiously pushed the door open and stuck your head into the room. By now, the voices had all stopped. As you ventured inside, you were met with a room full of men dressed in tactical gear similar to that of your escort. And they were all staring at you. You didn’t get the feeling that your presence was unwelcome. But still, being the center of attention was not your favorite feeling in the world. Your face flushed as you waved sheepishly, looking for a familiar figure. Luckily, it was him who spotted you first.

“There you are, little maus!” König practically jumped up from his seat and rushed in to give you a bear hug.

As usual, you couldn’t see his expression behind the black fabric he always kept draped over his face. But you could tell just from his eyes that he was beaming. You were used to the way he towered over you. At first, his height had scared you silly. But with your face nestled into the center of his chest and his arms locked around you, you could already feel your anxiety melting away. He made everything feel just right.

“The suspense!” a lighthearted Scottish voice called out from behind him.

“Come on, cabron!” Another man said. “We want to meet her too, you know!”

“Scheiße, yes, yes. I’ll introduce you.” König gave you one last squeeze before releasing you and guiding you over to the rest of the group. “Everyone. This is mein liebling, Y/n.”

You smiled, giving another small wave. “Nice to meet you all.”

König motioned to the man standing at the front of the room beside a whiteboard. “This is Captain Price.”

The burly man in question sauntered over, his eyes cheery and pleasant as he shook your hand. “Please,” he laughed. “Call me John. I’m glad you could come by!”

“And this,” König went on. “This is Alejandro.”

You extended your hand to the dark-haired man as well. He had a nice smile and a suave air about him. But you were still surprised when he raised it to his lips and kissed it. This earned him a playful shove from König.

“Nice to meet you, senorita,” he crooned, hopping out of König’s reach.

“Alright, alright. My turn,” the Scottish voice returned as a blue-eyed man with a mohawk pushed his way through the group and offered you a friendly hug. “John McTavish. But everyone calls me Soap. Aren’t you a looker! Good on you, lad!”

A blush crept its way across your face as Soap gave König an approving nod and a light punch in the arm.

There were so many names and faces to remember. As you made the rounds, shaking hands, you added more and more names to your list. It was all a bit overwhelming. But everyone seemed welcoming and kind. Well, everyone except the brooding figure sulking at the doorway. Your escort hadn’t ventured any further into the room, almost like he was intentionally keeping you at arms distance. His mood was a stark contrast to the rest of his companions. Whereas everyone else was open and inviting, he was completely closed off and indifferent. He just stood there like a shadow, arms crossed as he leaned against the doorframe. His dark eyes bored into you as he unabashedly stared you down. It made you shiver as you shrank back against König.

He looked up from his conversation, eyes flitting from you to Ghost. “Ah, and that is Ghost. He is the Lieutenant.”

You thought about approaching him to formally introduce yourself and maybe shake his hand. But as you moved to take a step in his direction, König placed a hand on your shoulder as Ghost’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly before he turned on his heel and left the room in a huff.

“I think I pissed him off somehow,” you sighed, turning back to the group. “I don’t know what I did.”

“No, no, it’s not you,” König reassured you, patting your head affectionately. “That is just his nature.”

Soap snorted. “If by nature, you mean him chronically having a stick up his arse…”

“I wouldn’t take it personally, Y/n,” Price chimed in, throwing Soap a disapproving glance. “Ghost is a soldier through and through. It can be hard to turn that side of ourselves off when we’re not out in the field. But he’s a good man.”

You nodded, feeling a bit relieved. But you were still a bit wary. The way those eyes had drilled into you. You felt like an insect under a microscope. Your curiosity made you want to get closer and actually get him to warm up to you, too. But everything else about him made you want to run like hell and hide. And you couldn't figure out which response you should act on.

[skelnexswriting]

Forget Him

➪ | Pairing: | Konig x reader

➪ | Warnings: | fluff (tiny bit of angst), cheating ex, fem reader, Y/n used, 3rd person POV.

➪ | Summary: | Konig tried to warn Y/n of the guy they were seeing but she just didn't want to believe it. What she didn't realize was the perfect guy was in front of her this whole time.

➪ | A/n: | Sorry for not posting but I'm back! Thank you to @bythe-water-fountain for requesting (sorry for the wait!!), hope they and everyone enjoys :D

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Most people would have thought that Konig and Y/n were a couple. Oftentimes it was shocking to find out they were not, even more when they found out Y/n was in a relationship already.

Everyone could see Konig's crush on y/n from miles away. The way his eyes lit up when she entered the room or the way he listened carefully to her when she talked.

But she wasn't his..She was in a relationship and he had to remind himself of that.

But not all relationships were good relationships. Bad relationships happened, but many people didn't want to accept that fact.

Some refused to believe what was happening right in front of them. Like Y/n.

She didn't want to believe that it was happening to her.

Even after her best friend, Konig, had tried to warn her many times. Y/n couldn't bring herself to believe him. She held onto the hope that her boyfriend was loyal and loved her. She wanted to believe that Konig was making the whole thing up.

But he wasn't...he was telling the truth.

The last thing y/n expected to see coming home was to find her boyfriend in their bed with some other woman.

...

Y/n decided to go home for the break they were given after this recent mission. She was excited to go home and greet her boyfriend. But she didn't leave base without Konig trying to warn her.

"I'm serious maus. He isn't a good guy."

Y/n refused to listen. She packed her things and headed home.

As she got closer she noticed another car that wasn't his. Y/n couldn't help the doubt that crept up from the back of her mind. Was Konig right?

He wouldn't cheat..would he?

Y/n made sure to enter the house as quietly as possible. Slowly unlocking the front door and stepping inside. The house was suspiciously quiet.. Y/n continued to walk further in the home.

But that's when she heard it.

Another woman.

Y/n rushed upstairs, flinging the bedroom door open. There was her boyfriend on top of another woman. Eyes filled with guilt.

"Y/n its-"

Yet it all made sense. The sudden cold shoulder. The 'bruises'. It all made sense. Konig was right.

"Don't. I should have listened to Konig."

Y/n didn't stay to listen. What else needed to be said?

She drove straight back to base. The thought of how she should have listened to Konig, haunted her. How could she have been so naive?

Why didn't she just listen to Konig, he would never lie about such thing.

At base she barged into Konig's room, tears now freely flowing down her redded cheeks.

"You were right..A-and I know that I was stupid to not listen so..so you can tell me now I told you so"

It broke Konig's heart to see her this way. Someone so strong looked so broken and fragile.

"Oh maus.."

Konig got up from his bed, engulfing Y/n in a hug. Broken sobs coming from the girl.

God did he want to kill that asshole. But Y/n needed him, he would do anything for her to be his. She needed someone that truly cared for her. Someone like him.

...

It has been about a year since y/n split ways with her now ex. At first it was hard. She couldn't sleep or eat. She was often haunted by memories of them two.

But now?

She was doing just fine.

Having Konig by her side made things a whole lot easier. Being around him more made her realize things she hadn't before.

The way he remembered the little things about her. The way he would always stay close.

It slowly made Y/n fall for the man she knew to be her best friend from work. Now Y/n understood why people thought the two of them were a couple. Konig cared. He cared all this time, that's why he tried to warn her. He was trying to protect her.

Konig was someone Y/n wanted. No, needed. And he was there even when she didn't realize that. Konig was the one who comforted her. The one who protected her. The one who cared for her.

She was so focused on someone who wasn't it that she couldn't see what was right in front of her. Y/n almost laughed at the situation.

She had to tell Konig.

...

Y/n looked around base, finally finding him in the shooting range by himself.

"Konig!"

Konig looked over, eyes crinkling under the mask telling her that he was smiling.

"Hi maus, is everything alright?"

Y/n didn't respond, she rushed over to him pulling down to her height. She lifted the sniper hood just enough to expose his lips, pressing her own to his.

She felt Konig's body tense before melting into her touch, but then he pulled away.

"Y/n but what about getting over exbf/n?" (exboyfriends name)

"Forget him. I need you and I should have realized that sooner.."

Konig's heart fluttered at her words. She would finally be his and he'd be hers. He could finally show her the way she deserved to be loved.

Now when the two would be assumed a couple...

It would be true.

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Songs and Suds

A/n: First ever fic/drabble bear with me

Word count: 1,174

Cw: Hybrid character, can be read as gn but "breasts" is used to describe reader's chest a couple times, reader is called "Maus" a few times

summary: After a total bust of a concert, you and König went back to your hotel to get warmed up after getting rained on, it seems a bath is the only way to get König off your chest.

Song because it's mentioned in the fic:

You and your cornel, König, had shared a love for music. It started a year ago when you caught him humming the lyrics to one of your favorite songs. From then on, you had shared songs and bands you had come across with each other, slowly bonding over the music to your now relationship. At the start of the year, a band you like, Ghost, announced their tour. You told König, and he was all for it. Sadly, due to work, you couldn’t go to any of the European concerts, but you could both request leave to go see one of the American shows. Your leaves were accepted, and you both went to America a few days before the concert started to get comfortable in your hotel room.

The hotel is a bit more expensive than you would’ve liked, but König insisted on getting it and just couldn’t say no to him because he was the one paying for it. On the day of the concert, you got up early, showered, and when it got closer to being time to head to the concert venue, you put on your band tee and did your makeup to match that of the frontman’s. König was wearing a band tee and a surgical mask with the band logo on it.

You got in the car and headed to the venue. Once inside the venue, you found your seats and waited for the concert to start. As the opening band came out, it was slightly raining, and they started their first song. You could feel the song reverberating throughout your body. About halfway through the third song, it started raining even harder than it was before, and they had to stop because the stage got flooded. They tried cleaning off the stage, but as they were cleaning, it started thundering, and lightning started lighting up the sky.

The venue staff evacuated everyone in the venue and sent everyone back to their cars. While everyone was waiting for updates as to what was happening, you and König were sitting in your car with the heat on, just like others at the venue. The heat was doing nothing; you were both still cold and wet. Due to how cold it was, König had transformed into his hybrid state and crawled under your shirt to try and get any sliver of warmth he could. After three hours of waiting and three shitty updates, the venue Facebook had finally said that the show was cancelled, so you started driving back to the hotel.

Once back at the hotel, you’re still wet and cold, and König is still between your breasts. König, who had taken solace in the space between your breasts, pulling them together with his tentacles to try and warm himself up, is shivering. You had noticed his shivering since he had gotten between your breasts. Noticing his shivering, you suggest he take a bath.

“König, I can feel you shivering; you should go take a bath.”

The only response you get is him shaking his little head and making an annoyed clicking sound. You sigh and decide to try again.

“König, you need to warm up. You won’t get warm staying there.”

He refuses with an annoyed chirp and a shake of his head again. You sigh again, this time in defeat, and internally say “Fuck it” as you decide that if he won’t do it himself, you’ll do it for him.

You walk into the bathroom, turn on the faucet to a warm setting, and start disrobing. Once you’re fully nude, with König still attached to your chest, you slide into the warm water. As your cold body makes contact with the warm water, you let out a content hiss at the feeling. König opens his beady little eyes at the sound you made and the now-warm temperature of the air around the two of you.

He moves one of his tentacles to test the temperature of the water. Feeling the warmth of the water against the coldness of his tentacle, he lets out a happy chirp before wiggling himself off your chest and into the water. As he wiggles into the water, you reach for one of your favorite soaps that you brought with you to the hotel and add some to the water. As the water starts to foam up, you watch as König starts playing in the suds. As you watch him play in the suds, you decide that if you couldn't see Ghost live, you’d listen to their songs now.

You grab your phone, open the playlist for the setlist that you have made, and put it on shuffle. “Spillways” starts playing, and the lyrics and instruments start echoing throughout the bathroom.

As you relax into the warmth of the tub and the sound of the music, König uses his tentacles to take a washcloth and wash your body. Slowly run it over your face, neck, chest, arms, stomach, and legs. He uses a small cup to rinse off the soap on your body before transforming into his human form (thank God the tub’s huge) and requesting you do the same. You slowly run the soap-covered washcloth over his back, arms, chest, and legs before washing it off of him.

After your bath, you both dry off and get dressed. Once you are both dry and dressed, you both go lay in bed. He holds you in his arms as you wrap your arms around his waist and snuggle your face into his neck.

“I’m sorry, Maus our first concert together, and it wasn’t really even a concert.” König mumbles into your hair as he rubs your back.

“It’s not your fault, Kö; it’s the venues’.” You softly say back as you lightly give him a squeeze.

"But I could’ve chosen a different show date to go to, and you would’ve been able to see them. You’ve wanted to since you knew about the band.” He replies in a tone that says he truly thinks it’s his fault.

“König. It’s not your fault that this show of theirs just so happens to be at an incompetent venue that claims ‘rain or shine’, but doesn’t have proper coverage of the band’s equipment. And plus, this most likely won’t be the band's last tour. They’ll probably have another tour next year that we can go to. Now, no more of this, and let’s go to bed on a happy note.” You reply in a tone that tells him that there is no arguing and he should probably just go to sleep.

“Okay, Maus, fine. It’s not my fault.” He says with a chuckle as he senses the non-nogotian in your voice. “Let’s go to sleep. Love you, Maus.”

“Love you too, Kö. Goodnight." You reply happily as you both drift off to sleep in each other's arms.

The concert may have been a bust, but you didn’t let it ruin your night. The night was bound to end with you in your lover’s arms, concert or not.

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The tension between liberal declarations of victory over racism and the real lived experience of Black people in America exploded into full contradiction with the [1965] Watts Uprising in LA. […] What followed was six days of “insurrection against all authority,” as the local CBS radio station reported it. “If it had gone much further,” the news report said, “it would have become civil war.” More than 950 buildings were damaged, and 260 were totally destroyed. Looting and property destruction amounted to over $40 million in damages — nearly $330 million today adjusted for inflation. But the destruction was hardly wanton or senseless. Almost no homes, schools, libraries, churches, or public buildings were even partially damaged. The use of arson was strategic and controlled. The majority of Black-owned businesses were not looted, nor were those businesses that were seen as dealing fairly with the community. Signs went up saying “Black-owned” or “soul brother” and the like, which would (usually) protect a shop from rioters. On the other hand, businesses that had traditionally exploited people, in particular pawnshops, check-cashing stores, and department stores that operated aggressively on credit, went up in flames. Credit records were usually destroyed before anything else took place. Brave rioters even made attacks on police stations; one was set alight. The tactics were simple but effective, as Gerald Horne records in his important history of the Watts Uprising, Fire This Time. One common tactic saw a group of rioters, usually young men, drive up to a business, hop out, break out the windows, then drive away. Then cars of looters, a much more mixed group, split between men and women, young and old, would arrive and work to empty the store. The store would only be set alight once credit records had been destroyed and goods had been fully looted. Rioters usually remained nearby to make sure the building burned, attacking firemen with bricks and bottles if they tried to put out the flames before the fire had fully consumed the hated business. Tactics reflected effective communication and mobility among the rebels. Rioters transmitted information over the radio waves, used payphones to spread intel, and listened in to police broadcasts to see where cops would be deployed. False reports were called in to send police scrambling, at which point areas they’d just “pacified” could be re-taken. In areas they didn’t entirely control, rioters focused on hit-and-run strikes, then dispersing quickly to reappear elsewhere. All of these tactics would be adopted and practiced, with local modifications, in other riots throughout the period. The media described these as guerilla tactics, and police and reactionaries compared the situation in Watts to fighting the Viet Cong or the Mau Mau of Kenya. Rioters often appreciated the comparison: many, encouraged by the thought of Malcolm X, Revolutionary Action Movement (RAM), Robert F. Williams, and local militants, understood their actions as guerilla warfare, too. Other rioters tied their actions to anticolonial struggle via resistance to imperialist war. Many men of draft age interviewed afterward said something very similar to what one rioter told SNCC newspaper The Movement: “I’d rather die here than in Vietnam.”

Vicky Osterweil, In Defense of Looting: A Riotous History of Uncivil Action (Bold Type, 2020), pp. 196–8.

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Basic Training Chapter 5

Summary: Bess has plans to spend the evening having a picnic dinner with Elvis on post, and tries to juggle her family and keeping her relationship with Elvis a secret as her father presses her about her future.

Warnings: Some very heavy petting, dry humping, female orgasm (gasp), and discussions of mental illness, the Holocaust and Cold War operations. And all the usual typos.

WC: 6K

A (very very late) response to the prompt "Hey, quit splashin' me."

Many thanks to my lovely sister wives @whositmcwhatsit, @be-my-ally @vintageshanny @missmaywemeetagain @from-memphis-with-love @ellie-24 who helped me write this.

If you need to catch up, you can read the previous chapters of this fic about Elvis at Fort Hood in 1958 here

Notes:

This one got more into Bess family life, but it won't always be this top heavy in the future.

Maus and spatz are german terms of endearment. Illsa is a German nickname for Elizabeth.

Schatzeleh, bubeleh, mamaleh, these are all Yiddish terms of endearment. The Yiddish phrase "shayna maidel" means beautiful girl.

Deutsch ist die Muttersprache - German is the mother tongue.

INCOMS - abbreviation for Army Intelligence

The USIA was really a wacky Cold War PR agency for the U.S. government that set up a radio system to blast US music and news into other countries, and promote art and performers and entertainers around the world, along with other stiff. What every fic needs, more Cold War history ;)

Wednesday, April 9, 1958

Schwartz Residence, Killeen TX

6:45 a.m.

Bess hovered over her sister’s shoulder and grabbed a piece of toast off her plate, scooping up some scrambled eggs and chewing as she dodged Kay’s swats to pour a cup of coffee.

“Curlers again? Jeeze, Bess, that’s the third day in a row you’ve worn curlers to sleep.”

Bess hit the back of her sister’s head with her elbow.

Their father’s eyes did not leave his newspaper as Kay yelped and Bess stuck her tongue out.

“Elizabeth, you are not a nomad. Sit and eat.”

“I gotta finish getting ready, Papa.”

“Is there anything special going on today, maus?” Her father raised his eyebrows as Kay giggled.

“Or maybe someone speci - ouch!” Kay got a pinch at her back.

“Oh, no, nothing special, just wanted to look nice, I told Emily we’d go shopping after work today, Papa.”

Papa folded his newspaper, crisping the edges at Bess' expectant eyes.

“Well?”

Kay grinned into her juice.

“I was just wondering if it was ok to take my own car in again, if it’s all the same to you.”

“Ja, fine. Do you anticipate driving separately all week?”

Bess nodded, slowly, swallowing more coffee as her father’s eyes went from one daughter to the other.

“Hmm, sure are getting dolled up to go shopping with Emily OWfff.”

Kay got another swift pinch to her shoulder before Bess washed out her coffee cup and left to fix her hair.  Just as she got to the kitchen door, she heard the piano in the living room and looked back at her father.

“Did Mama wake up and go right back to work on the piano?”

“No.” Her Papa’s face went back to the newspaper.

Kay’s eyes met Bess’. “She’s been in there all night.”

“All night?”

Papa calmly set down his paper. “Your mother is fine, you know how she is. Once she starts a project, she becomes very focused. You both would benefit from such discipline. You just need to let her get it out of her system.”

Bess shook her head and ran to the living room to find her mother at the upright piano, hair wild as she wiped sweat from her brow. Mama had been hunched over sorting through a pile of tuning instruments, but her face lit up with excited energy at Bess.

“Oh Bessie, you’re doing your hair fancy again today, huh? Oh my sweet shayna maidel. Brains and beauty.” Mama stroked Bess’ cheek, then went back to hitting a key on the piano. “Ughh, hear that? Can’t get the D flat right.”

Bess tugged on her mothers house dress, the same one she had been wearing yesterday.

“C’mon, Mama, it will be easier if you rest the ole noggin, come back after you get some sleep.”

Her mother brushed off her hand.

“No, Bess, can’t you hear it? It’s all gooey, everything is gooey, when it should be tight. I can’t possible leave the plunkers gooey, it makes the whole room go orange, bubeleh.”

Bess rubbed her mother’s shoulders as she leaned her chin into Mama’s neck.

“You know the bedroom upstairs is all light and yellow, Mama, it will help you center yourself.”

Mama shook her head, and Bess sighed as she returned to the kitchen and mixed some of the thalidomide barbiturates hidden above the spice cabinet into a glass of milk.

Kay paused washing the dishes.

“Papa left.”

“Of course he did. A one star General who strikes fear into the Army Intelligence training officers, but won’t deal with his own wife.”

“That is not fair, Bess, Mama has been better since the treatment. Papa said she was great on the trip, she just needs to get back to routine and get the jitters out of her system.”

“Jitters, jitters is bupkis and you know it. Did you know Aunt Rachel came down to babysit Mama when they were in D.C.?"

Bess sighed and finished stirring the milk, and was finally able to coax Mama upstairs where she undressed her and tucked her into bed with a kiss.

“Oh Bessie, you have a yellow halo around your head schatzeleh, good things await you today, my pretty girl. “

“Thanks mamaleh, get some sleep.”

The black pumps were the last thing Bess slipped on before heading off to work, dropping Kay at school on the way. It was not far to Killeen High School, an easy 10 minute walk for Kay in her saddle shoes, but Bess wanted to talk with her.

“Can you come straight home after school? Keep an eye on Mama, maybe try to get her some sun gardening or going for a walk.

Kay nodded, tightening the scarf around her ponytail, “Sure Bess, she’s ok. I 'm telling you, she just needs rest after goin’ to DC and New York for two weeks.”

“Mmmmhmmm.”

A car of high school boys pulled up next to them, their radio blasted as they made their way to the student parking lot. The boys looked over, whistling and laughing at Bess and Kay.

“Ugh, high school boys.” Kay moaned, fluffing her hair.

“Speaking of which, my dear sister. I thought we had a deal, ixnay on the elvisay or I’ll spill the beans on how often you sneak out with Dickey and tell Papa and Mama you’re spending the night at Gloria’s.”

“Aww, heck, Bess, you know I am not doing anything wrong, not since you scared me half to death about getting pregnant and having to get a back alley abortion.”

“I wasn't trying to scare you, Kay. I just want to make sure you take precautions. And that you understand it, are sure about it, ya know, when you are ready. Sex isn’t bad,it can just have consequences. You know you can always talk to me about that stuff.”

Kay rolled her eyes and hit Bess before getting out of the car.

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5:15 p.m. Fort Hood Front Office

“She’s cooking brisket, and singing along with the radio.”

Bess held the phone receiver to her ear, she could hear her mother’s voice in the background along with Doris Day's. Guilt had been tugging at her heartstrings all afternoon, telling her what a selfish daughter she was to make plans with Elvis instead of going home to check on her mother. She kept listening to her sister talk as Dori come out of her father’s office and waved the CO on, telling him to bring the car around front.

“You sure everything’s okay?”

“Yes, Bess, jeeze, go already. Have fun with Emily.” Bess grimaced momentarily at Kay’s sarcasm then remembered she was trying to smile back at Dori.

Mabel was typing along, making no sign that she registered any human life in the office. Hanging up the phone, Bess began to cover her type writer.

“So y’all really don’t think I should go walk my lil ole self round about his barracks?”

The clacks from Mabel’s typewriter paused as she exhaled a deep huff of smoke, meeting Bess’s eyes for a split second before returning to her paperwork.

“Uh, no, Dori, you don’t want to be another girl chasing after Elvis Presley.”

Bess mused that quite a few members of Fort Hood’s female workforce seemed to have business near the 37th’s barracks lately. She avoided Mabel’s stoic, knowing stare as she explained that she had not seen Elvis since the night of the dance.

“He is a world famous entertainer, Doreen, adjusting to the first phase of basic training, the hardest phase. Women are probably the last thing on his mind.”

This elicited an eyebrow raise from Mabel behind Dori’s back, as the blonde conceded with a sigh that Bess was probably right and skulked out of the Command’s Front Office, flinging her handbag around in disappointment.

“The most eligible Southern bachelor in the world is at my base, even takes me on a date, but has to live in a shack with forty other men and no phone while doing drills all day.” She stomped her foot. “Jus’ isn’t fair.”

Bess stopped watching Dori walk down the hallway and pulled out her compact, giving her lipstick one last check.

“I am just glad the Executive Officer has three male children.”

“Mabel, I don’t know what you mean.”

“Like hell you don’t, that boy is gonna start world war three at this command, getting involved with two generals’ daughters. And, by the way, you need to come up with a better cover, one that doesn’t involve anyone on post.”

Flicking her cigarette, Mabel looked Bess directly in the eyes.

“General Schwartz was asking me about Emily in the switchboard office while you were at lunch.”

Bess swallowed, putting her compact away and rolling her feet back into her heels.

“Huh. Maybe I don’t give the old man enough credit?”

Mabel’s eyes were back on her typewriter. “You should go, before your father returns from his meeting and finds what is waiting for you at the bottom of the stairwell.”

Bess hesitated before she left. “I, um, I mean it, thanks, you know, for -”

“Git already, before I beat you down there and steal him for myself.”

Bess smiled as she tried very very hard to walk with calm composure down the hall and into the back stairs. Just the thought of Elvis’ touch made her tingle and Bess had to use her hands to try and keep her dress from blowing up as she danced down the stairs, heels clicking like Ginger Rogers. Heart in her throat, she nearly did a two-step on the landing mid-flight when she caught sight of a light green cap below. The cap tilted slightly, revealing lips, lips that curled into a welcome reprieve as Bess bounded down to meet him. The beat of her heart matched the sound of her breath as she launched herself onto Elvis’ mouth. He was a cushion and Bess threw herself into him unabashedly, feeling her body lift off the ground as Elvis twirled her around. It was exhilarating.

His light chuckle tickled her forehead and hands pulled her forward. “Happy to see me?”

“I guess.” Bess murmured into his clavicle. “You think too highly of yourself, Tupelo, just happy to be done with work, mostly. I actually forgot you were meeting me.”

He pulled her chin up and Bess heard her voice falter as his eyes melted her nervous system into a giddy mess.

“That why you are runnin' down these stairs like ya got a burr in ya saddle? Maybe I should check.”

His voice became slower as his hands moved from her waist to her bottom, pulling on her skirt as if to inspect it.

“Leave my saddle be, dirty boy.”

Bess cheeks flushed red swatting off Elvis’ hands and he grinned, fingers returning to their deliberate pace at her waist. Just their slow movement heated her belly, a sensation intensified by the warm air from Elvis nostrils as he nudged her eyelid. Bess was happy to see him, happy to have his arms around her, happy to have his fingers pushing the fabric of her dress back and forth over her skin. Those insistent, needy thumbs took her away from all her turmoil and into the comfort of his arms.

“So you aren't excited to see me? Go on then, tell me, tell me why you got ya hair all done up and ya lips all painted up, huh? Meeting someone else?”

Bess traced the top of his lip with her index finger, she was so close to him she could smell the faint hints of cologne, sweat and gun powder on his neck.

“I’m not meeting anyone else.” She looked up, not sure how she was summoning the strength to form words. “I just want to be here. With you.”

“Me too baby, me too.” He ran his finger over her nose. “Got lucky, boy, did I get lucky, that night I caught you stealing - ”

“ - reallocating Army resources.”

“Imma reallocate some Army resources.” He kissed her forehead, right between her eyebrows. “Right here.” She closed her eyes at the way his arms tightened around her. “Right now. For important morale operations.”

Bess’ nodded her forehead sideways into his nose and let her hands roll up his shoulders, the heat between them buzzed up her body. She sucked her bottom lip and the sound of air clicking from her mouth seemed louder in the still concrete stairwell. Bess kissed him gently at first and then with her entire being, grinding up as he thrust back into her and his hands moved to cup her face while his hips becoming sharper and more desperate. A moan escaped her mouth and Elvis stepped back, chuckling as he wiped the lipstick from his mouth.

“Let’s get out of here, huh?” Bess murmured, grasping at his waist to steady herself.

Bess tripped into him as they walked to her car, her head rotating from side-to-side, wondering if any one saw them and could tell how intimately Elvis gripped her hand. He didn’t seem to care, popping open her car door and sliding across the leather as if it were his own. His fingers were instantly over her shoulder, always pursuing physical contact, and he whistled at basket of food on the back seat.

“Watcha cook up for me, lil girl?”

“Um, just, ya, uh know, meatloaf sandwiches, potato salad, some pop.”

“Mmhmm, sounds real good, yessir boberino, real good.” Elvis growled and nibbled into Bess’ shoulder and she suddenly found driving very challenging.

Her struggle to hold the steering wheel only got worse as Elvis mumbled into her cheek while his fingers smoothed the small of her back. She tried, unsuccessfully, to elbow him away as he smirked at her breathy response. It was very clear to Bess that Elvis knew exactly what his fingers did to her as she drove them to a park at the back of Fort Hood’s residential area. Elvis lips trailed up and down her cheek in a way that made Bess not want to get out of the car, made her forget that she was hungry, made her forget her own name.  Grinning, he pulled back and pinched her side.

“Les eat, I’m so hooonnngry I could eat the north bound end of a south bound polecat.”

Elvis carried the basket of food with one hand, the other in Bess’ as she led them to a picnic table near a very small man made pond. She clucked at him to help even out the table cloth, and he grinned at the way Bess set out plates, cups and food methodically. Elvis caught her wrist as she moved to sit across from him, and guided her on to his lap.

“Where you goin’ baby? Don’t want you to get any splinters in that fine caboose.”

“Ha, ha, ha. How chivalrous.”

Bess pushed a spoon of potato salad into his mouth to shut him up as she set out the sandwiches for them, and opened the red cream soda with a bottle opener. Elvis took his pop, sucking it down.

“Just for future reference darlin, I like Pepsi.”

Bess grabbed the drink out of his hand with a playful sniff.

“This is the best cream soda this side of Little Rock, you can use it to make punch, jello, dye dresses red and clean your carburetor. And if you don’t like it, you can get your own drinks.”

Elvis pulled it back, stuffing meatloaf sandwich in his mouth before talking through his chews and taking another swig.

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it, now, no need to get sore.” He slapped her bottom, making her bounce up as she chewed some sandwich. “Jus’ sayin’ I like Pepsi best. ‘Sides, Dori said you were from New York, how come -”  He paused to take another gulp, “How come you like this local fizz so much?”

Bess took the bottle of Big Red from him, letting her mouth linger down and back up over the top as she sipped it, enjoying the way he raised his eyebrows while he chewed.

“Well, Private, I was born in New York. But I have lived in Killeen, Texas on and off since I was five years old. Papa was trained here before the war, and then we went back to Brooklyn while he was in London and then Germany - did your daddy fight?”

Elvis shook his head but offered no explanation, and Bess thought she saw a flicker of disdain or anger in his eyes for a split second, but it was gone. Then he pulled her closer with his right hand, holding up a sandwich to her mouth, lips apart in apt concentration as he guided the food into Bess' mouth and she giggled, swallowing it. He picked up the second bottle of pop and offered it to her as she wiped her mouth.

“Well, anyway, at first we went back and forth when Papa was overseas. We were in New York, and D.C., then he was given orders back here and they bought the house. Mama, Kay and I have stayed here whenever he got orders to go somewhere else: Heidelberg, Fort Hood, Berlin, then, you guessed it, Fort Hood, then DC, then back here. It’s been better for us to stay and go to school here.”

“So, uh, what, your daddy goes all ‘round teaching German?”

“Uh, well, yeah, mostly. Training Army officers to speak German has been a big part of his career.”

Elvis tilted his head for Bess to feed him more potato salad, his fingers otherwise occupied at her hips.

“How’d he get so interested in that?”

Bess licked the spoon they were sharing after feeding Elvis, looking across at the pond as twilight settled over the park.

“He, um, well, he actually grew up in Berlin. His parents sent him to New York in 1931 to live with his aunt and uncle.” She hesitated, scratching his collar, wondering how Elvis Presley felt about making out with Jewish girls. “You see, that was when his family’s synagogue was burned down, and they, um, started to, you know, worry.”

Elvis nodded slowly, his eyes narrowing. “Ah, gotcha.” His hands tightened at her waist. “Ya know, this explains why Dori looked at me funny when I told her I met you outside the base Chapel.”

“Ha! Yeah, well, I could have been there picking up dates.”

“You do that often, Moo Moo?”

“Oh, yeah, good little Christian boys are my favorite.”

He bounced her on his lap and tickled her sides.

“Huh, that right? I don’t know if I like the sound a that.”

“Yeah, well, apparently I’m no good at meeting good Christian boys. Only bad ones.”

“Oh baby, you have know idea what a good boy I can be.” He drew her close for a soft kiss on her neck, and the warmth of his lips made her shiver as he talked into her nape. “I’ve been told I’m very, very, very good at bein’ a boy.”

“Ha!” She shook her head, hands clutching the back of his hair as she looked into his attentive, gleaming bright blue eyes. They made her weak. Everywhere. “Hey, you haven’t even told me how your day was, Tupelo.”

“Oh man, honey, today was a goddamn circus, and I was the lead clown, I tell ya.”

“What happened?” She played with the soft part of his ear lobe as Elvis wiped his forehead and sighed.

“Well, we had target practice for three hours today.”

“That sounds normal, it takes three hours to kill all the paper men.”

“You have idea, baby, no idea.” He looked over his shoulder, as if to make sure no one could hear him. “Well, go on ta find out I forgot to load my gun this mornin’, I was so goddamn flustered getting ready for inspection. Looked like a grade A idiot, man, standing out there front a every one.”

Bess soothed the top of Elvis’ shoulders, all the teasing lilt from a moment ago was gone from her voice as she massaged the stiff, anxiousness there.

“Boy, got me so keyed up, had ma hands in fists all day, bout nearly bust out of my uniform I as so mad at ma self.”

Bess soothed his cheek, running her hand through his hair.

“No one will remember tomorrow, I promise.”

“Huh, I bet you million dollars they all back in their barracks, writin’ home bout how they had a good laugh at Elvis Presley, the Elmer Fudd of the army.”

“I promise, if those soldiers have anyone to write home to, and that’s betting they know how to write, they aren’t wastin’ their time tellin’ their girls about the most handsome stud in America.”

Elvis looked up.

“Most handsome, what was that, baby, stud?”

“Ugh, stop, I was just tryin’ to cheer you up.”

Bess jumped up, and started packing up the picnic, and Elvis was instantly behind her, arms tugging at her was as she popped the last spoon of potato salad greedily in her mouth. He gave her a big, sloppy kiss, then let go, distracted by the water, he wondering down to the edge of the pond where he began skipping stones. She finished folding the table cloth and followed him down to the water, squatting beside him as she selected another rock and handed it to him.

“Sorry excuse for a lake, isn’t it.” Bess said, watching as Elvis aimed the flat stone across the small body of water.

“You better take that back, Moo Moo, you’re hurtin’ this poor lil baby pond’s feelins’” Elvis bent down and threw some water at Bess’ face.

“Hey,” Bess pushed him lightly, then stood up, backing away at the mischievous look in his eyes. “Quit splashin' me! You, you rock n’ roll hoodlum!”

Elvis grinned and cupped his hand full of water, throwing it at her as she backed away.

“Ohh baby, thems fighting words, better watch out!”

Bess shrieked and ran back up to the picnic table, circling around it as Elvis chased her, matching as she changed directions. Their laughter and panting filled the air until he caught her, running his dirty pond fingers through her hair with gusto as she made a face while he slapped her on the butt. Elvis quelled her protests with a kiss and brought her into his side and grabbed the food basket with his other hand. They walked  back to the car sweaty and out of breath like two giddy teenagers.

“Any lakes round here?”

Bess settled back into the car and smoothed her dress down while Elvis’ hands did their best to ruffle it back up, starting with the area over her right knee.

“There’s a reservoir, Lake Belton, bout 30 minutes away. You can go swimming, boating, horseback riding. Why?”

“This weekend phase 1 is over and I can start going off post on the weekend. Planning to see my friend Lamar, maybe some more of my guys, and I wanna take them somewhere fun Sunday. Somewheres maybe like this Lake.”

Bess tried to contain her disappointment that Elvis’ first thought wasn’t to spend the time with her. But she reminded herself that they weren’t serious, they were having a fling and besides, he saw her everyday. He sensed her mood change anyway as she sat up stiff and straight to start the car, and his hand became more attentive to her knee.

“I want you there, Bess, you’re coming out with me this weekend. Right after drills end at 1700 hours Saturday.”

“When does your friend get to town?”

“He’s already here. Lamar, he grumbles and fusses, but he is loyal and true. From Texas, too.”

“Where’s he staying?”

“At the Star Motel.” Elvis looked over at Bess, then down at where his long, thin fingers were on the inside of her knee, then back up to her eyes. “He, uh, he went and got a few a rooms so we can have a party Saturday night.” His voice became softer as he murmured. “Reckon it would be nice to have some time, just to be alone with with you, Bessie baby. Somewhere that ain’t a picnic bench. Or a car. Somewhere we could be alone and just talk.”

Bess parked behind the armory buildings near Elvis' barracks and turned to him, blushing.

“Um, yes, I guess I would like that too. To be able to just be somewhere, just talk.”

A wave of shyness suddenly overwhelmed Bess as she thought about being alone in a motel room with Elvis. What she thought he might really be asking her.  She wasn’t sure how far she wanted to go with him this soon, though she could feel desire pulsing up through her rib cage and knew that if Elvis even looked at her sideways she would throw all abandon out of the window. But she had the impression, from just the few weeks she had known him, that Elvis was more old fashioned then she would have thought. She wasn’t sure where his boundary was, as far as respecting girls who went to bed with him. But his invitation definitely seemed like a proposition and the prospect of sleeping with him was at once exciting and terrifying.

Bess began to fiddle with her hands where they lay in her lap and Elvis picked up her left hand, bringing it to his cheek and kissing her palm delicately.

“Hey there, lil Moo Moo, you’re so pretty. How’d I catch the prettiest lil moo cow in the field, hmmm?”

The words rumbled out of Elvis mouth in a low babyish voice and his eyelids drooped down in time with his bottom lip. Bess’ chest tightened, and it felt like the world tilted sides when she pulled him in and he kissed her down into the leather seat. They pawed at each other there, exploring how their noses fit together as their tongues played tug of war for control. It sent a jolt straight to Bess’ core when she felt his excitement stiffen against her thigh and she smiled into his goofy bedroom eyes.

“Hey, wait, are you calling me a cow, Elvis Presley?”

Elvis shook his head, his face focused on where his right fingers brushed over her breast, savoring Bess’ shiver, as his knuckles trailed back down over the hills and valleys of her skirt. Her blood rushed between her legs and she took a deep breath.

His fingers were back at her bosom, setting her skin on aflame with the way his finger tips trailed back and forth circling her breast.

“Mmmmhmm, not jus any cow, baby, you the prettiest little milk cow, bet you have the sweetest.” He bite his lip as he circled the cloth around her nipple again. “Cream.”

Bess exhaled out with a gasp, curling her left fingers at his wrist as he spoke.

“Makin' me want dessert.”

Elvis’ hand stayed at her side where she held it, his fingers brushing against her dress, but it was his eyes that knocked the wind from her lungs as they moved downward to settle on the apex between her legs. Elvis bit his lips and Bess felt a desperate flame tingle out from her core. No one had ever done what he was hinting at, and it scared her. Suddenly she didn’t consider herself as experienced as she had before. She had slept with what, twenty men? And no one had ever kissed her there. That was something she needed to prepare for, perhaps double the talcum powder she applied. Coughing, Bess slide out from him to sit upright and straighten her dress. Elvis’ hands were back on her hips, pulling her over to straddle his lap.

“You know, Moo Moo, I’d never do nothin’ you don wanna.”

Elvis kissed her neck as she nodded.

“I bet you taste sweet, though.”

Bess swatted him playfully, then gripped his shoulder as he nibbled her ear. Playtime was over. A feverish yearning took over and she met his hips as they rocked up into her. Bess’ heart was racing, Elvis slow and deliberate movements made him different from any man she had ever been with. He halted mid thrust to savor the moment, and his eyes looked deep into hers with a longing and and an eagerness to please. They were an invitation and a command that he followed with his fingers, trailing them softly over the curve of her breasts. She could feel his cock twitch when he noticed her shudder, or felt her nipples harden, and she knew what made Elvis different. Her pleasure turned him on.

So she chased it, moving in tandem to the rhythm of his thighs while she pushed her lips on top of his, feeling his tongue meet hers once more. She felt his bulge and sought the friction of it between her legs. His movements became more urgent, and Bess’ grasped for anything she could find to hold on to as the car filled with sound of heaving, gulping, loud moans. Her orgasm erupted suddenly with a litany of “oh Gods,” and Elvis thumbs stroked her cheeks as he shushed the fear and hesitancy from her.

“I gotcha, I gotcha, sshhhhh baby, don worry. Jus ride it out. That’s a good lil girl.”

Bess’ chest heaved up as she remembered how to breathe. This was the most intimate experience she had ever had, and all of her clothes were still on. She half chuckled as she steadied herself, meeting Elvis triumphant, satisfied eyes.

“Wow.”

“You ok, honey? Make me think you ain’t never tussled with a boy before.”

“Not like that.”

His mouth curled into a big crooked grin, and she laughed up into the ceiling.

“Huh, well, that’s true, Bess, and you won’t never find someone like me again, neither. I got moves you ain't never seen, honey." He smirked. "Stick with me, I told you, I’m a very good boy.”

“Good at being bad.”

Laughing, she shifted and noticed his erection still lingered in his pants and so she moved her hand to rub over it but he stilled her.

“Don’t you want me to take care of you, Tupelo?” She kissed his cheek, lips moving down his neck. “ Make you feel good? I  - I can, you know -”

Elvis patted her hand back into her lap and kissed the words out of her mouth.

“You were perfect tonight, Bess, perfect. But I jus as soon keep a lid on it. You don’t make it easy, though, baby, been makin’ me crazy all night, just walking round and sittin’ on me with all that equipment in your undercarriage.”

“Guess I know one pistol you have no trouble loading.”

Elvis tilted his neck back, laughing as he squeezed her waist as they made their goodbyes over a push and pull of kisses for the next fifteen minutes.

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Schwartz Residence, Killeen TX

9:30 p.m.

The moon followed Bess in the clear night sky as she left post, still feeling Elvis’ hands all over her, hearing his laughter in her ears. She was giddy from the blissful release she had found on his lap, it had washed away all the tension she' 'd had carrying with her through the day. Hurrying up the stairs to her house, Bess stumbled upon her mother in the kitchen making camomile tea.The creases at the corners of Mama’s large brown eyes pinched together in a big smile.

“Oh Bessie Bess, my baby, you’re home late. Want some sleepy time tea, my shayna maidel?”

Bess strode over and put her arms around her mother’s back, leaning on her shoulder as her mother poured the kettle into the teapot, her chest filled with affection.

“Sure Mamaleh, I’d love some.”

Papa’s voice rang out from his office, so she kissed her mother’s cheek and promised to be right back.

“Aw, Elizabeth, how was your day shopping with, who, Emily, was it?”

Bess leaned against the doorway of his office, glad her father was at least making the pretense of settling down for the night in his dressing gown and pajamas. A pipe was in his hand as he read over some paperwork.

“Good, Papa, thanks for asking.”

“Gut, gut, ja.” He pushed his glasses up, and looked over his desk at his daughter, taking in her slightly disheveled hair, rumpled dress and newly applied lipstick below flushed cheeks. “You know, I thought your mother made two meatloaves for supper last night.”

“Oh, well, I took some for lunch today, Papa. I didn’t know you wanted it.”

“No, ja, I was just looking for a snack earlier, but no bother, no bother.” He put his papers down. “Are you still thinking of law school, because I saw General Brandon when we were in D.C.”

“I don’t want to go do propaganda for the U.S. government, Papa.”

“Yes, well, it’s not propaganda, spatz, it’s goodwill initiatives. This war is more about minds than mines, ja? Brandon’s information program is just making sure other countries have the opportunity to experience American art and culture. Someone with your background and expertise in foreign affairs, you’d be a good fit for a post open this fall. And they want women, smart, focused, attractive women like you. You would be perfect for this job.”

Bess tapped her fingers over her belt, she had not been thinking about her research project at all, or her law school applications for that matter. No, her head had been elsewhere, and she felt pangs of shame and guilt as she considered what her father was bringing up. Her future. Specifically, he was back at it trying to convince her to work for one of the newer programs in D.C. that his colleague in Army Intelligence had founded: the United States Information Agency. Its mission was officially “public diplomacy” overseas, but Bess knew it was essentially a PR agency for the United States.

“Is it in the Berlin office?”

“Ack, Illsa, Berlin is a coveted office, you have to work your way up to it. No. Helsinki.”

“I don’t even speak Finnish, or Swedish, and -”

“It is right there at the lion’s mouth, Ilsa, there’s a lot of action in Helsinki. All the spies from Moscow are coming through it. And the goodwill tours behind the Iron Curtain go off from there. It would be, what, two years? A stepping stone to Berlin maybe?  Besides, Deutsch ist die Muttersprache, you’d pick up Swedish and Finnish like that.” Papa snapped his fingers.

“Mmmhmm. Well, you got my attention. But what about Mama?” Bess fingers clenched in a fist. “She seems like she is backsliding.”

“She doesn’t do well when her routine is disrupted, you know that. She will be fine, give her a few days to settle.” Papa sucked on his pipe, and the sweet smell of tobacco reached Bess’ nose. “And, well, you know I expect orders to INCOMS headquarters any day. That will be my last post before retirement, and I promised Mama New York after that. In the meantime, your Aunt Rachel wants to come and live with us in D.C.”

“What about Kay? I thought she wanted to go to Baylor.”

Papa’s elbow banged down on his desk, as he rearranged his paperweights, then he kept talking as he got up and put a jazz record on.

“Katharina applied to Georgetown, Radcliffe, Smith and many, many other colleges, she will be fine. She would also be fine at Baylor if she is determined to follow her silly friends there.”

Bess nodded, thinking of the girls in Kay’s high school class whose mothers had been in Baylor’s sororities, and how they had been giggling about life together next year. She thought of her own decision to stay in Texas for college, at the time she had wanted to follow her friends to a big school in a big city like Austin. She turned on her heel to head back to the kitchen and Mama’s camomile tea, muttering into the hallway in from to her. “Helsinki, huh?”

Her father’s voice followed her, his eyes narrowed at the smudges of lipstick Elvis had kissed into the back of Bess’ neck.

“Just think about, ja? You have so much potential, maus. I hate to see you loose sight of your goals.”

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Betrayal Never Felt So Good (König/Fem!Reader) Chapter 5

You can find Chapter 1 here, Chapter 2 here, Chapter 3 here, Chapter 4 here, and Chapter 6 here!

Word count: ~9.5k

Rating: Mature

A/N: Lots of slice-of-life fluff, and of course, some lovely smut to level out that sweetness as well. In the next chapter or two, we will be confronting some more serious topics so let’s enjoy these fun times for now! Also, I’m sorry this turned out so long but I hope it makes up for the lack of posting this week!

Fun fact, there’s a little scene in here where the reader reminisces on discovering that König liked that she was plus-sized. You CANNOT convince me that the giant that is König wouldn’t love a woman he knows he can throw around without hurting, someone with a little extra curve for his massive hands to hold onto. If you disagree, shhhh. It’s my HC and let me be delulu lol. 

Also also, if you’re interested in hearing the song referenced on the car ride, I’ll link it here! Any of my mask/obsessive/stalker kink lovers will get a kick outta the video I think. 🤭 The lyrics match obsessive König to a fucking T babes!

TW: IMPORTANT, PLEASE READ AS THERE ARE NEW POSSIBLY TRIGGERING KINKS!

Discussions of weight and being chubby - both in a positive and negative light. Reader has to confront anxiety and bad feelings. Reader’s sexuality has never been talked about but in this chapter, it alludes to her being -at the very least- slightly attracted to a woman. Lots of emotions. THE L BOMB! Smut, oral, rough sex, face sitting, multiple orgasms, size kink, praise kink, unprotected sex, dom/sub, creampie, BREEDING KINK AND BREATH PLAY! I promise those two trigger warnings will not be used often, so if those aren’t your cup of tea you can easily skip over the end of the smut in this one! Pet names (in English and German), bad German translations bc I’m STILL a lame monolingual American, and STILL no beta because we die like jackass Graves.

Crappy Translations:

Arschloch - Asshole

Dummköpfe - Fools/Idiots

Maus - Mouse

Schatz - Darling

Liebling - Love

Süßes mädchen- Sweet girl

Scheiße - Shit

Du hast keine verdammte Ahnung, wie sexy du bist - You have no fucking idea how sexy you are

Ich würde die Welt für dich niederbrennen - I would burn down the world for you

Weißt du, wie sehr ich dich füllen möchte? - Do you know how much I want to fill you?

Du würdest so schön aussehen, wenn du mit meinem Baby schwanger wärst - You would look so beautiful pregnant with my baby

Oh, verdammt, ich komme! - Oh, fuck, I’m coming

“What are the chances we are together again, hmm?” Amy asked, grinning as she bumped her elbow against yours then whispered, all conspiratorial, “Not that I’m complaining. It’s good to have another woman around these meatheads.”

“Right?!” you groaned back to the redhead, eyes darting to said men loading up the SUV, “They must have noticed what a badass team we make when it comes to paperwork.” 

“Alright, chatty Kathy, let’s get it goin’.”

Max hooked an arm around your neck as he walked by and dragged you to the vehicle with him, not releasing his hold no matter how hard you fought until right at the doors. 

“I can fucking walk by myself you know?” you bit out with red cheeks.

He snickered and retorted, “I’ve seen you walk into glass doors before, kid, I don’t trust a single thing you do.” 

There was a sense of satisfaction at the guttural groan he released when your elbow landed perfectly in his gut and you took the chance to jerk the front door open, hopping in and locking it before he could do anything about it. 

“I call shotgun,” you sang gleefully. 

When the driver-side door opened, you couldn’t bite back the smile that grew on your lips, trying to hide it with a little cough instead as König slid his massive frame into the too-small spot. You’d never seen him in a “small” vehicle before, much less the driver seat. It was amusing to watch him mutter little German curses under his breath as he adjusted the seat back until his long legs were comfortable and his head wasn’t crammed against the ceiling.

“Coulda let me drive,” Horangi called from the very back row, seated next to Luke, your other teammate.

You grinned as König simply tossed the operator a scathing glare before finally starting up the SUV.

“Alright, let’s get this road trip on the way!” Amy cheered from her seat behind König.

“You know this isn’t actually a road trip, right?” Max teased her.

“You know you’re annoying, right?”

Eyes brows lifting in surprise, you watched as the two began playfully arguing. Soulless Ginger, Meathead, and other tasteful nicknames were tossed back and forth as they bit into each other verbally. They’d been like this since your teams had met up this morning and you were almost one hundred percent certain it was instant sexual tension that caused it. 

Your gaze traveled to König and you subtly tilted your head back to the duo, silently asking if he was thinking the same thing as you. The only answer you got was a slight shrug before he handed his phone your way. 

“Put some music on to drown out those dummköpfe,” he instructed you quietly. 

A wave of something sweet and longing warmed your chest as you unlocked his screen to open YouTube. It was domestic, really. This was the most normal thing you’d done with him in the entirety of your relationship. Sure, it was all a guise to cover up the mission your teams were on, but you were going to soak up every last drop of normality. 

When you were first approached with the mission details, you were worried about being in such close proximity to König around others for so long, but then Graves had made it clear that you all were going undercover, as a group of friends camping out in the woods for a few drunken nights of fun while in reality, you would be gathering intel on an Ultranationalists’ base deep in the valley. That meant you were free to do whatever it took to sell your cover from the time you left base until you all made it safely back home. This afforded you two some leeway. Friends could talk. Friends could hug, lean against one another, and enjoy each other's company. Sure, you couldn’t just kiss him in front of everyone, but being able to spend time with him was honestly just as good. 

Max’s cry of pain tore you from your inner thoughts and you quickly brought up one of your new favorite artists, a German rapper you had rediscovered while deep-diving to learn more of the language in hopes of impressing König. As the first heavy notes of Devilish Polo’s Bei Dir hit, you locked the phone screen and set it down on the console, letting your gaze turn out the window as the music filled the vehicle. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem like it had interrupted Amy and Max’s little lover’s quarrel but at least it covered the noise for the most part. As the first hook ended, you could practically feel König’s eyes on you, as heavy as ever when you started singing along with the first- and your personal favorite- lyrics of the main verse.

“Du weißt, du kannst nicht entkommen, Bin für immer in dei'm Kopf.” &lt;em>(You know you can't escape, I'm in your head forever.)</em>

Your German wasn’t anywhere near perfect but it was passable enough after practicing, enough that he would understand that you knew what you were saying. You turned to face him when his gaze got to be suffocating but you couldn’t hide the satisfied little grin curling up the edges of your lips.

“Problem?” you asked sweetly.

It’s clear he was itching to say something, his sharp blue eyes dark and heavy as they flicked from the road back to you, and you watched contentedly as his big hands tightened around the steering wheel. 

“Interesting song choice,” is all he muttered after a moment. 

You gave a little hum of agreement and replied, “Yeah, I found it a couple weeks ago. I <em>really</em> like the lyrics.” 

You know you were laying it on thick but the way his hips subtly shifted in his seat and the little “Scheiße” let you know you’d hit your intended target. It had been a guess, albeit an educated one, but something told you he would enjoy a song about possession and obsession as much as you did, especially considering it was in his native tongue. From the moment you had heard it and translated the lyrics, you’d been dying to share it with him, mind filled with images of your bodies coming together to the beat. 

A hand over yours dragged you out of the deep dirty recesses of your mind and your eyes widened slightly before you schooled your expression. The way you were angled with your hand resting down against the cupholders, there was no way any of them could see your hands together unless Max or Amy leaned forward really far. Your heart thumped heavily in your ears as you carefully turned your hand so your fingers could intertwine with his, breath catching when he squeezed a little too tight before releasing back to a comfortable hold. 

“Warte nur, bis ich dich später erwische,” he rumbled lowly, eyes narrowing as he watched the road. 

You weren’t sure what he said but god did it ever make you wanna say fuck the mission and drag him to the nearest hotel. Unfortunately, reality struck with the loud laughter of the four in back, as Amy screeched about throwing Max out of the car if he didn’t stop and he retaliated with a threat of cutting her hair in her sleep. As annoying as the random outbursts were, you were still on cloud nine. König at your side, friends and acquaintances having a good time in back, it just felt… right. As you rubbed your thumb along his, you couldn't help but question if maybe one day he’d actually want to leave the military life so things like this could become more common. 

…

“You’re sure this is okay?” you questioned for the fifth time, cradling the bottles of vodka close to your chest for safekeeping. 

“For the last time, yes!” Max groaned, “This first night is practically R&R before the real shit starts. We might as well live it up while we can, brat.”

It felt wrong to be allowed to drink while on a mission but he did have a point, as insufferable as it was to admit that. Admitting defeat with a small nod, you waved him off and continued to the other drinks, set on grabbing a couple chasers and waters to last you through the night. 

Your intense studying of the sodas was broken by a sudden grunt as your hand came into contact with something soft when you swung the door open. Lips parting in shock, you looked over and found the something soft to be a man. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you-”

He chuckled deeply as he made a show of rubbing his stomach but muttered, “It’s fine.” 

“No, it’s not, really!” you groaned, shutting the door and stepping in closer, “Did I actually hurt you? I don’t think I could cause any lasting damage but I <em>am</em> a nurse so I could check it out?” 

Concern for his well-being shifted suddenly into concern for yourself when he grabbed the hand reaching out for him and placed it on his stomach, now firmer than before as if flexing to show off. Heh. If only he knew that your boyfriend could break his spine in one fell swoop.

“See, no harm done,” he said brightly, “Besides, it’s not every day I can say that I got literally hit on by a woman as hot as yourself.” 

You instinctively jerked your hand away into your chest and forced on a weak smile. 

“Uh, thanks. I’m- I’m glad you’re not hurt,” you sighed, “If I can pay for your drinks or something to make up for it…?” 

Brows burrowing over his dark green eyes, he took a step closer, a pensive expression crossing his face. 

“Now that you mention it, you could make it up to me by letting me take you out for a drink.”

Of course. Fucking hell. You tried to politely decline him, explained that you weren’t from the area when he pushed even harder, and even offered to just throw cash his way, but none of it was working. 

“Look, I have a boyfriend and-”

“Where’s he at then, because I don’t see him?” he asked, voice deepening with something dangerous as your eyes fluttered shut. 

“He’s outside, he’s-”

Before you could finish your sentence, the man let out a shriek much higher pitched than you’d ever imagine coming out of him. As soon as your eyes opened, you found König pinning him to the cooler door. 

“H-Hey man, we- we don’t gotta do this,” the creep tried weakly. 

König’s eyes softened as they looked over you and he asked, “You okay?”

“Better now,” you replied, sliding over to rest your palm against his lower back, “He’s not worth it.” 

The noise he let out was a clear indicator that he completely disagreed with your statement but you could feel the way some of the tension seeped out of his muscles as you started to rub his back. 

“Come on, let’s just get back on the road,” you urged.

When he finally released the guy, the smaller man nearly tripped over himself as he tucked tail and ran for the door. It was hilarious, honestly, but the amusement drained once you caught the worried look in his eyes. 

“He didn’t hurt me,” you promised him. 

König snorted but didn’t reply, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you along to the back where he practically threw you into the women’s single restroom. 

“König, we can’t bring this in here! I haven’t paid-”

You barely registered the sound of the door lock clicking before your back slammed against the metal,  eager hands taking the bottles out of your grasp. He put them aside, god knows where, only to grab your hips and lift you onto his waist. You barely caught the sight of his gaiter being drawn down before his mouth was on yours. 

“I can’t fucking take you anywhere without men tripping over themselves to talk to you,” he snarled, “Do you know how fucking frustrating that is?!” 

“K-”

He silenced you by shoving his tongue into your mouth, welcoming each eager moan you let out like it were better than oxygen itself. His hands slipped down to cup your ass and a shiver ran down your spine as he massaged your globes gently. 

“König,” you whined, “We- We can’t- we don’t have- time to-”

 Despite your objections, you wrapped your arms around his neck and tugged him in closer. It’d been almost a month since you’d properly touched him and you couldn’t lie and say you hadn’t been thinking about this since you were given the mission brief from Graves. 

“Then we will <em> make time</em>, maus, because I am not leaving this room without hearing you moan my name, do you understand?” 

Eyes rolling back in your head, you gave in with a weak whimper when his hips ground against your cunt, the hard seam of your jeans being pushed perfectly against your clit by his growing erection. His nose brushed against yours, his mouth so close you could feel his breath panting across your wet lips yet just far enough to deny you the kiss. Digging your hands into his shaggy blonde locks, you tried to pull him forward to no avail.

“Say you understand, Süßes mädchen,” he demanded gruffly. 

“F-Fuck, König, I- I understand, just- please!”

Your words were silenced by a sudden pounding on the door, your heart clenching in pain at the sudden shock. Neither of you moved, eyes locked as your face burned hot. And then they knocked again. 

“If you two are done fuckin’ in there, we’re ready to go!” Max sang quietly. 

“Jesus fucking- Just give me a second,” you shot back, unable to keep the frustration out of your tone. 

Well, fuck. The cat was out of the bag, at least to Max. Hopefully, you could get him alone and talk to him about it before he said something. You trusted him, a lot, so if you could just get him to <em>agree</em> to keep it quiet, you believed he’d keep the secret. You could hear him cackling to himself as he walked away and instantly slumped against König with a whine. It wasn’t even half a minute later before his hand was on your face, fingers and thumb pressing into your chubby cheeks as he lifted your head and stared into your eyes keenly. 

“Tonight, keep your tent opened for me,” he breathed.

“U-Uh, okay,” you murmured in shock. 

Another soft kiss and you were set down on the floor, left to watch in awe as he pulled the black gaiter back up. 

“Oh, hey, lean down,” you murmured, crooking your finger at him.

Lifting a brow in confusion, he did as asked and you giddily fixed his out-of-place hairs from your actions. 

“Didn’t wanna leave you with almost-sex hair,” you teased. 

His chuckle ran shudders down your spine, straight to your cunt, and you silently cursed out Max for ruining your first alone time with König in weeks. Letting out a sigh, you collected the vodka bottles and followed the big man out to the register, snagging a two-liter of Sprite from one of the aisles you walked through on the way. It would have to be good enough. You didn’t want to hold up the group any more than you already had. 

König took the drinks and set them up with his other stuff as the cashier started to talk to him, drawing your attention from him to her. She was pretty, like, really pretty; Could be a model pretty with her long blonde curls, bright green eyes, and petite figure. For a moment, you couldn't figure out if you wanted to look like her or date her more. 

“Did you find everything okay?” she asked, her voice warm and soft.

“Ja, thank you,” König replied simply.

Aaaaannnd she instantly melted. No one was immune to him it seemed, not that you could blame her. Without his sniper hood and kit, he looked much more approachable, his beautiful blue eyes unmarred by the usual eye black and his tousled blonde locks basically begging to be touched. Add in the fact that he was six foot eight, about two hundred and eight pounds of pure muscle in a tight black shirt and khakis, and the Austrian accent to boot, no male-attracted person <em>wouldn’t</em> want him. 

“I’m glad to hear it! Haven’t seen you around these parts before. You new to town?” she pushed on, a cute pink now decorating her cheeks. 

König made a non-commital noise and muttered, “Passing through.”

The cashier began rambling on about all the things to do in the small town but you tuned her out when you noticed König tapping his fingers rapidly against his thigh. He was quite good at guarding his expressions but apparently not his body, his movements screaming anxious or annoyed. He’d talked with you a little on the subject when you mentioned getting anxious over meeting your trainer for the first time, but you’d never really been in a situation where you saw his. 

Hesitantly, you reached out and brushed your fingers against his, waiting for a reaction before you fully committed to the action. You wanted to help but you weren’t sure if a public display of affection would just make it worse. When he grabbed your hand, his gaze met yours and you saw that familiar little crinkle appear by his eyes, his lips quirking up under the fabric. 

“Danke, meine liebling,” he said softly, squeezing your hand.

“So your total is twenty-eight thirty.”

The cashier speaking broke the comfortable little bubble around the two of you. Flushing softly as you saw the annoyance in her glare, you apologized to her for getting distracted and let go of König to grab your wallet from your purse only for your hand to be smacked away. Confusion brought your head up when you heard the beep of the card reader and watched him take the bag from her. 

“I was going to pay for that,” you mumbled, arms across your chest as you pouted. 

König chuckled and leaned down, resting a hand on the dip in your back to lead you out as he murmured lowly, “I know, but you will not pay for a single thing while I am here.”

“You don’t have to do that, you know? I do have my own money.” 

“Ja, but you are mine, and I always take care of what’s precious to me,” he replied smoothly.

Butterflies stormed your belly and you found it impossible to hold his gaze as he opened the glass door for you, urging you through first. What was this man doing to you? Treating you like a princess in bed was one thing, but to have him doting on you like this the rest of the time too? It was going to take some getting used to.  

“Have a good night! Don’t forget to stop by on your way back through!” 

You had to give it to her, she didn’t give up easily. If only you had the same gumption. You couldn’t have even imagined talking to König, let alone hitting on him, if he hadn’t been the one to initiate the conversation. 

“Thanks, have a good one,” you called back as König gave a half-assed little wave, letting the door shut behind you.

The warmth of his hand left your back as you approached the SUV, Amy and Max smoking at the back while Horangi and Luke yelled about something to do with cake from the back seat. 

“All good?” Amy asked.

You saw the mischievous look in Max’s eyes as he took a drag off his cigarette and lifted a single brow. 

“Yeah, everything good?” he parroted, a much more suggestive tone to his voice. 

Barely containing the urge to strangle him, you forced on a smile and nodded in reply. 

“Peachy, König had to rescue me from a douche bag but otherwise-”

“What?!” “What!”

Both were instantly at attention, Amy practically clucking around you like a mother hen while Max mumbled about figuring out who it was so he could “just talk to him”. It was adorable honestly. 

“Guys-”

“He’s gone,” König interrupted, a tinge of amusement in his tone as he walked by to get to his door, “Practically pissed himself on the way out.” 

Once they were certain you weren’t hurt, they finished their cigarettes and you all climbed back into the SUV. König instantly passed you his phone again, a silent understanding that you’d control the music, and you were on the road once more. 

“Oh, shit, did you see that cashier though?!” Luke cried suddenly, as if having a revelation. 

Horangi and Max instantly leaped on the topic. 

“Dude, right?! What a smoke show!” Max jeered eagerly, “She knew it too because there was no denyin’ the way she was tryin’ to show us her ass to get that pack of Marlboros.”

Amy let out a groan that matched the way you felt about the subject matter. At least they weren’t being too gross about it. You could imagine Amy, like you, had heard too much from the guys you worked with. 

“And what an ass it was,” Horangi groaned then raised his voice, “I bet the big man had an even better view down her top too, ain’t that right, König?”  

König went stiff beside you and you did your best to not react as you spotted the slight flush peeking over his gaiter. You could practically feel the nerves rolling off of him in waves, or were you projecting your own onto him? Did he usually talk about that kind of thing with Horangi? Not like you could really be upset with him if he did. Nobody knew about your secret relationship, and it wasn’t like looking at other people was illegal anyway. You could only imagine the beautiful women he worked with at KorTac. Fuck, take Amy as an example. She was gorgeous, and you had no doubt his fellow military members were attractive as well, especially since they all had to keep up a certain fitness level. No, you couldn’t- wouldn’t- be mad if he did the usual guy talk with his friends, but it didn’t make the knot of jealousy and insecurity in your chest any less painful. 

He made a non-commital noise in reply and Horangi burst into laughter. 

“I knew it! She try to pick you up too?” Horangi snickered.

Max slapped his leg and added, “She practically begged Horangi and me for a threesome.” 

“Think she’d be down to run a train if we-”

“Okay, enough!” Amy snapped.

When you looked back in surprise, you felt your heart tug in empathy at the deep red patches across her face. Yeah, she definitely felt the same way you did. 

“You have two women in the car with you assholes! Can you not be disgusting for five minutes?” she added on, “God, we don’t want to hear the way you talk about women as if we’re just pieces of meat for you to fuck.” 

The guys quieted down, a clear look of embarrassment or discomfort on their faces. 

“She’s not wrong,” you added quietly, “It’s just… it’s weird to hear.” 

Max was the first to break the silence, nudging Amy gently as he said, “Hey, I’m sorry. Don’t worry though. You’re fitter than her by a long shot.” 

It was clear he said it to ease the tension and thankfully it worked, Amy’s face darkening again but with a little smirk curling up the ends of her lips. 

“Shut up, you… man,” she shot back with a groan. 

As everyone seemed to relax back into normal conversations, you busied yourself on your phone for a distraction. Scrolling Instagram for a while helped somewhat calm your thoughts, but they came back instantly when you felt König’s fingers touch yours. 

Fuck. As you slid your fingers between his, you did your best to calm the emotions brewing in your belly. It wasn’t like you were mad, or even jealous really, you just felt… inferior, mentally comparing yourself to her. 

“Schatz?” he asked quietly, drawing your attention up.

The concern in his eyes made your heart ache. He knew you so well that it was honestly scary sometimes; a subtle reminder of how much effort he put into understanding you because he liked you <em>that</em> much. Despite being able to have anyone he could want, he chose <em>you</em>. Tapping your thumb against his, you flashed him a little smile. 

“I’m okay,” you assured him.

He seemed unsure of your response but, thankfully, dropped the subject. However, you did notice him holding your hand a little tighter and looking over at you even more until you made it to the drop-off point.

“Alright, remember to take everything. We are not coming back here until the camping trip is over,” König instructed as he slammed his door shut, “If you forget anything, that is on you.” 

“Copy, sir,” Luke replied.

The process of unloading the car took even longer than loading it had, and you really started to feel the fatigue of the day hit during the trek to the camping spot. They had determined that approximately five miles in from the usual campgrounds would be far enough out to avoid strangers dropping in but close enough to claim they got lost if they <em>were</em> discovered by anyone. It also left them about three miles from the supposed Ultranationalist’s base. Smart, but tiring nonetheless. You were suddenly quite happy for all the cardio and training you’d been doing with Max because, before that? You would have never been able to make the hike. 

“We’re here, sir,” Max said suddenly, lifting his GPS toward the colonel.

Thankfully the chosen spot was in a little clearing, not perfectly flat but better than sleeping directly on tree roots and rocks. A silence fell over the group as you all worked on assembling your tents. You and Amy were the only ones with a separate tent all on your own. Horangi and König shared a big one while Luke and Max did the same. By the time the last tent was up and ready, it was already starting to get dark. 

“Okay, fire time, anyone here a pyromaniac?” Horangi asked.

…

“Okay, okay! Never have I ever… slept with someone the same day I met them!” Amy said with a grin, eyes gleaming with the flames before her.

Max cried something about “unfair” while Horangi and Luke just took their shots with a sigh. Immediately your eyes went to König, blushing when you realized he was already staring at you. You subtly lifted your glass to him before downing the shot, grinning when he did the same.  

“Luke, your go!” 

The blonde leaned back and stared up at the sky for a second before a wide grin crossed his face. 

“Never have I ever received anal, and by that, I mean actually taken a dick or dildo up the ass. Fingers don’t count,” he finally said. 

You barely caught your mouth from dropping open in shock when Horangi, Max, and Amy all took shots. 

“Really?” you asked curiously.

“Yeah, you haven’t?” Max shot back with a snicker.

Cheeks heating up, you shrugged in reply, suddenly feeling a little out of place. 

“Hey, not everyone likes it, it’s not a big deal,” Amy assured you, “I don’t even really, I just did it for a guy a few times.” 

“I just haven’t really trusted anyone enough,” you explained.

“Oh, yeah, trust is definitely a big thing,” she agreed. 

Max popped open his last beer and took a long drink, eyes surveying the group as he made a show of thinking over his question. 

“Ah, got it! Never have I ever faked an orgasm!” he cried.

Both you and Amy immediately groan, taking the shot like good little troopers. You were surprised to see Luke take a drink as well. 

“Damn, both of you? Really?” Horangi hissed, “That’s harsh. Like, with a one-night stand or-”

“I don’t really do that so… no,” you replied with a shrug, “Been left high and dry by friends with benefits and relationships.”

Amy grimaced and said, “Yeesh, mine was at least with a guy who didn’t know me well. Fuck, if I’m gonna have sex with him more than once, he’d better know what he’s doing or there won’t be a third time.”

A laugh bubbled out of your throat, nearly spraying Sprite from your mouth like a fountain until you clapped a hand over your mouth and groaned. 

“Annyywaaayyy, on that note, I’m gonna turn into a pumpkin,” Max sighed, dropping his now empty beer bottle in the growing pile between him and Horangi. 

“Already?” Luke groaned. 

“Yeah, man, this has been fun but I don’t wanna be hungover tomorrow,” Max explained. 

As he got to his feet, you followed suit, telling the group you were headed to bed as well. Really you just wanted the chance to talk to Max about König and you. On the way over to the tents, you pulled him to a stop. 

“Hey, about earlier-”

“I’m not goin’ to say anythin’,” he cut in, smirking down at you, “Big guy deserves happiness and so do you.”

Blinking in shock, you stammered through questions until you finally asked, “What?”

“König; I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this happy,” he explained as he pushed his hands into his pockets, “He’s a good guy once you get passed the happily-murderin’-people thin’, and I know that he’s not goin’ to hurt you, so I’ve no reason to say anythin’.”

At that, your brows furrowed. 

“You knew König before today?” you asked. 

Max stared at you as if you were stupid for a second before he groaned and said, “Shit, he hasn’t told you yet? I thought you knew there were some of us keeping an eye on the Shadows?”

“No, no, he told me that, I just didn’t know that <em>you</em> were one of them.”

“Why else do you think Declan’s shit got aired when it did? Not only was the guy a creep, but König didn’t want someone he couldn’t trust bein’ alone with you that often,” he explained, “Thus, voila, me!” 

Things slowly began to shift into place; The reason he was so insistent on training you properly, always keeping an eye out for you, and treating you like a sister. You weren’t sure how you felt about it. You knew König had spies inside the Shadows, and had admitted to using them to get to know you, but he was still manipulating your life even now? Why didn’t he just tell you? 

“Don’t be upset with him, aye? He’s just lookin’ out for you,” Max said suddenly, clapping a hand down on your shoulder.

“Yeah, no, I’m not mad,” you replied instantly, “Just… confused.” 

“That’s fair. Anywho, good night, oh and if <em>you</em> hear anything comin’ from Amy’s or mine, no ya didn’t,” he snickered, throwing a wink your way when you made a face. 

“Yeah, uh, okay then. Good night.” 

The two of you parted ways and you crawled into your tent with a sigh, thoughts rushing a mile a minute. You were honest when you said you weren’t upset at him, but you definitely wanted an explanation as to why. Turning on your little lamp, you used the light to dig through your bag until you found the black nightie you’d thrown in last minute. It was the only remotely sexy thing you had to sleep in and you wanted to be wearing something other than ratty old pajamas if König stuck to his word and actually joined you. Thankfully, it was pretty warm despite the time of year, so you were only slightly cold before you buried yourself in your sleeping bag and blanket. As you got comfortable, you listened to the sounds of the others talking and laughing, and despite your best efforts, you found your eyes fluttering closed. 

The next thing you knew, you were woken by the sound of a zipper and the tent rustling. At first, you thought about screaming until you heard a soft German curse by your feet. You sat up quickly to find his shadow struggling outside the tent. 

“H-Hold on,” you whispered, crawling forward to open it from your side, “I’m sorry, I thought I’d left enough room to get it open.” 

“It’s fine,” he replied.

Watching his giant form crawl through the tiny ass entry to the tent was probably the funniest thing you’d ever seen. He zipped it back before turning to face you, the lack of space in the tent making his proximity seem even closer. 

“Hey you,” you murmured softly, putting a hand out his way. 

He pulled your hand forward and placed a little kiss on your palm as he rumbled, “Hello, meine schatz. I would have been here sooner but Horangi wouldn’t stop talking about some football game- Ah, it does not matter, I’m just glad to be with you now.” 

You agreed quietly as he crawled to close the distance between your bodies, pushing you back onto the blanket as he did so until he was hovering over you with his hips firmly against yours. 

“I am sorry for earlier,” he said suddenly. 

“Hmm, earlier?” you asked, caught off guard by the statement. 

He gestured behind him and said, “Them, their talk about that woman. I could tell it upset you.” 

Well, shit. You weren’t sure how to respond to that. 

“And for the record, no, I did not look down her shirt,” he added, leaning down until his lips were barely brushing yours.

You couldn’t help but giggle at that. 

“I wasn’t upset about that, König,” you assured him softly, “Though I wouldn’t blame you if you did. She <em>was</em> very pretty. It was mostly just how they talked about her that bothered me.” 

He made a noise low in his throat that made your skin tingle. When his mouth finally met yours, it was rough, teeth clacking and tongues battling. One hand planted itself by your head while the other wrapped around your throat, tilting your head up to give him better access to the furthest back parts of your mouth. You couldn’t resist rolling your hips up in search of friction and were rewarded with the delicious pressure of his hardening cock. When he finally broke the kiss, you were both panting for air.

“Scheiße, why would I ever look at her when I have everything I’ve ever wanted right here?” he groaned, fingers giving your throat a little squeeze before trailing down your chest, “Nobody could compare to you, kleine maus.”

“F-Fuck!” you gasped out as he pinched your nipple through the nightie. 

Your chest was heaving with both lust and emotion as he slowly slid the strap down, revealing your breast to his hungry gaze. 

“Look at this, I barely touch you and your body reacts so perfectly to me,” he groaned softly. 

As his fingers slid over your tit and squeezed, you pulled him into another eager kiss, your nails scraping down his shoulders to his back as your legs wrapped around his hips. As sweet as his words were, you’d gone too fucking long without him and you needed him badly.

“Have you seen <em>you</em>?” you teased breathlessly between kisses, “You could just be sitting there and I’d be wet for you, meine lieb.” 

The noise he let out sent chills down your spine, the animalistic growl doing nothing to help the need growing between your legs. He suddenly pulled back, dodging as you tried to follow him for more and you couldn’t help but pout.

“That reminds me. You played a very naughty game earlier,” he said sternly, “That song? Where ever did you find that?” 

Grinning proudly, you replied, “I was looking up tips on learning and speaking German and I got distracted by German music and then I found that one. It just… It was kind of ironic, you know? Also, ya know, pretty hot.” 

“How did it go? Du weißt du kannst nicht entkommen, bin für immer in dei’m kopf, du beugst dich über ziehst am spiegel, während dessen zieh ich zopf” &lt;em>(You know you can't escape. I'm in your head forever. You bend over pulling at the mirror while I pull on your braid).</em> 

Blinking in shock, you quietly reply, “Uh, yeah. How’d you remember that?” 

A devilish smirk crossed his face as he finally leaned back down, but he changed his directory quickly to bring his lips to your ear instead.

“I may have listened to it a few times while Horangi was rambling,” he whispered, breath teasing your ear lightly, “Ich will, dass du weißt. Ich bleib bei dir. Ich bleib bei dir, baby, ich bleib bei dir.” &lt;em>(I want you to know. I’ll stay with you. I'll stay with you, baby, I'll stay with you.)</em>

“Oh <em>fuck me</em>,” you hissed, reflexively coiled back to stare up at him in awe. 

Not only had he paid attention to the song, but he had learned it in less than an hour. And he could fucking <em>sing<em> like <em>that</em>?! While his voice was beautiful normally, his gravelly tone fit the song so well that it almost sounded like it was made for him. Your eyes fluttered shut in bliss when he started kissing down your neck and humming bits of the song in between. 

“König, please,” you whimpered, fingers threading into his hair as he bit into the side of your breast and sucked. 

“Yes?” he asked, voice dripping with amusement. 

“I need you, please, now.”

Your efforts to pull him closer were thwarted when he pulled back once more, leaving you to glare up at him in frustration. 

“Not yet, scoot over,” he instructed, patting your hip until you begrudgingly moved to give him room. 

Tugging off his shirt, he tossed it aside before laying down on his back, unbuttoning his pants as he motioned you closer once more. You wasted no time climbing over his hips, a grin tilting up your lips at the way your thighs burned with the stretch to fit over his. 

“Ah-ah, nein, come here,” he grunted, taking hold of your waist.

Eyebrows furrowing in confusion, you let him lead you up his body until you were hovering over his chest but when he tried to get you to move farther, you stopped. Unease settled in your chest when he tried again.

“What are you doing?” you asked blankly.

“I want you on my face, now,” he retorted sharply.

Hands sliding down and around, he cupped your ass at the same time as he arched his back, using the momentum to practically throw you forward until you were on hands and knees at his shoulders. 

“Are you fucking serious?”

He let out a huff of a laugh and retorted, “Yes? Why do you seem so surprised?” 

Your eyes widened in shock and you gestured to your body emphatically. 

“I’m not a tiny woman, König, I could hurt you… fuck, I could <em>kill</em> you!” you snapped, face burning hot as his eyes traveled over your form. 

A heavy sigh escaped his lips when he finally rolled his gaze up to meet yours, irritation clear in his eyes slowly melting away as his hands began kneading at your ass. 

“Schatz, you are not going to kill me, nor will you hurt me,” he muttered, “I am more than capable of moving you off if I had to, but I will not need to. Now, come.” 

He made it seem to be cut and dried; Like you wouldn’t be literally restricting his ability to breathe, like you wouldn’t have <em>all</em> of your weight on such a delicate part of the body. 

“I- I can’t,” you whispered with a shake of your head. 

“Why are you resist-”

“I have big thighs, König, and I know you’re fucking muscle man but what if you lose too much air and you aren’t coherent enough to move me away in time and–”

A sharp slap against your ass had you crying out before you could stop it, the stinging pain radiating through your cheek something fierce as he started to rub the area. Tears welled up in your eyes as he did it again but on the other side. You slapped a hand over your mouth in preparation for more, not wanting to be too loud. As he massaged that too, the pain slowly settled into a low ache that made your pussy throb. König speaking tore you from your inner turmoil and you listened intently. 

“I need you to trust me, meine liebling,”  König demanded, tone leaving little room for argument, “Now, get up here or I will continue to reprimand you until you are unable to even sit tomorrow.”

“You wouldn’t!” you hissed, earning a blank look from the big man, “Fuck! For the record, I don’t feel comfortable doing this.”

Despite your words, you let him guide you the rest of the way until your bare cunt was level with his mouth. Fingers squeezed and rubbed at your soft cheeks as he hummed in reply and pulled the nightgown up to rest above your hips. 

“Good thing I don’t care what you want right now.”

Your brain short-circuited in response. Sure, König had always been the dominant and controlling one, but it was always with you in mind. To hear him blatantly state that he was ignoring your concerns was startling… and yet somehow hot as hell. 

He rumbled happily as he pulled you down just shy of sitting on him.

“I’ve been kept well informed about your daily activities and those little boys who think they can win you over.”

The first stroke of his tongue startled a little yelp out of you and you were quick to cover your mouth again, afraid of waking up the fellow campers nearby. His chuckle vibrated your clit in a way that had you almost falling completely against him but you managed to strengthen your legs at the last second and braced one hand on the ground. 

“They- They weren’t-” 

“Nein, do not lie to me. I know about the flowers and the invitations,” he snapped. 

With a little huff, you retorted, “Then you know I threw them away and rejected them, yeah?” 

“That is not enough. They deserve to be <em>flayed alive</em> for even daring to ask you out. The same goes for that arschloch who tried to hit on you today. As if a single one of them is worthy of you, or capable enough to worship this pussy like I do. I am going to remind you just why you belong to me, and why you are only one for me.”   

A little voice in the back of your head dared you to speak up, to tell him it wasn’t their fault they didn’t know you were taken because you had to hide your relationship, but that thought was thrown out the window when he suckled tight on your clit. 

“S-Shi-”

You muffled your little moans again as your other hand found his resting on your hip. Sliding your fingers between his, you slowly let your body relax and allowed him to draw you down even closer, earning a hungry growl from the beast below you. Bit by bit, he coaxed you into rocking your hips. Every movement was met with praising noises from the colonel and it made your anxiety slowly drift away. 

That familiar coil began to tighten in your core as he lapped at your clit faster, broad tongue deft and strong in its motions. It had been way too long since you’d felt his touch and the situation wasn’t making it any easier, the thought of being caught by either of your teammates one that invoked panic and lust. 

You tried to swat away his other hand from where it came to rest on your lower belly, pressing at the extra plush you weren’t comfortable with, but he was too stubborn. He did this the last time you were together too, seemingly understanding how uncomfortable you were with your weight and rolls but refusing to stop touching them. He said he liked how soft you were, that while you were tiny and breakable, he felt better knowing you had that added layer of protection from him and his… excitable tendencies. It kind of hurt, at first, to hear him admit that he noticed that you were indeed chubby but he took his time to <em>prove</em> without a doubt that he saw it as a good thing, something he actually enjoyed on you. The fact that he’d gotten hard while kissing each part of your body that you found imperfect made believing him somewhat easier. 

“O-Oh, oh fuck, König, ju-just- mmh!” 

Biting hard into the meat of your palm, you couldn’t resist giving in completely to your desires, hips moving of their own accord as you chased that growing high. Unfortunately, he tried to say something and, although muffled, his noises instantly broke the spell. 

“Oh god, what? Are you okay?!” you squeaked in shock.

When you tried to move to give him room, his hands clamped down so hard on your hips that you actually cried out and smacked him reflexively. He loosened his grip just enough but didn’t bother letting you go, urging you into moving again. It took a second to calm your heart but once you were certain he hadn’t been calling out for air, you let him pull you back into the waves of bliss. Every stroke of his tongue had your toes curling, little needy mewls of pleasure panting against your palm as your nails dug into the back of his hand. Without really thinking, you reached down and snagged a handful of his hair, pulling him closer as those familiar pulses steadily pushed you toward the edge. 

“König, god, fuck, please baby, I- I-”

Once still, his hands jerked you down until your pussy was flush with his face and his tongue thrust into your core, grinding your clit against his nose with each rut of your hips. It was almost unbearable. Embarrassment tried to rear its ugly head as your thighs clenched around his face but the sudden aggressive moans König let out were enough to fuel you on. 

When it finally hit, it hit hard. Your hand did nothing to stifle the pure, unadulterated ecstasy pouring from your lips, nor the heated mantra of his name as you rode his face. He pushed you through wave after wave of pleasure until you clawed at his hands to release you, escaping from his clutches and falling to the ground beside him in a messy pile of sweat and whimpers. 

König didn’t sound to be in much better shape, his breaths as heavy as yours, but within a minute he was over you, shoving your knees to his chest with one arm while the other tore down his pants and pulled himself free of his boxers. A peek of guilt flashed in your chest as you took in his red, disheveled appearance, but it was as if he sensed it, eyes immediately locking onto yours as he lined up his cock. 

“Du hast keine verdammte Ahnung, wie sexy du bist. Ich würde die Welt für dich niederbrennen,” he panted, “I will spend the rest of my life proving to you how beautiful you are, how much I love you.”

Before you even had the chance to react, he thrust forward and buried himself in your cunt with a heady groan. Your hand once again found its place over your mouth as you nearly screamed his name. Sobs broke through your fingers and your other hand found the silky fabric of your sleeping bag, nails scratching and embedding themselves in the fabric in some last-ditch effort to keep yourself grounded.

“Look at me, Süßes mädchen,” he growled, a slight tremor vibrating through his form, “Let me see those beautiful eyes while I wreck you.” 

You tried to listen but the moment he drew out and slammed back in, your eyes instinctively shut against the pain and pleasure. It felt like he was breeching your cervix but the pressure against your g-spot felt so good it nearly canceled it out into something pleasurable. Fabric was no longer enough. You needed more, your hand coming to grab at his wrist and digging your nails into his flesh with a whine. 

“Eyes, Y/N.”

Though hazy and tear-filled, you managed to force them open and found him watching you closely, lip bitten his lips as he groaned softly and started fucking you slowly. The slow pace didn’t continue long, much to your simultaneous relief and downfall. When he shifted and pushed your legs further back, it tore a moan from you both. His cock hit that same sweet spot over and over as you clenched around him and the tears finally broke through. 

“F-Fuck, yeessss, there!” you keened weakly, arching into him with the help of his hold, “So- so good. Ohmygod. König, please don’t- don’t stop, Jesus, don’t ever stop!” 

A devastating snarl filled the air as his thrusts grew violent, fingers squeezing your soft thighs so hard you’d certainly have unexplainable bruising in the morning. That thought alone squeezed your walls tighter around him in need. 

“Scheiße!” he hissed suddenly, jerking his hand away from yours. 

Startled, your eyes popped open only to find him staring at his wrist in awe, fresh drops of dark blood running down his arm. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I-!”

In the next breath, your legs were down around his waist and he was leaning over you, one hand on the ground and the other on your throat so hard you could barely think over the pounding of blood in your ears. 

His voice sounded inhuman as he growled your name and bit out, “Don’t apologize, ever. It is an honor to drive you so mad that you wound me. Mark me all you want, maus, I will wear them with pride.” 

Oh. Oh, that was new. You managed a weak little nod before you lost yourself in his touch, rolling your hips up to meet his as the sounds of bodies slapping muddied the air. 

“I feel you tightening again, schatz, do you want to come for me again? Hmm? Going to be my good girl and come so I can fill this pretty little cunt?”

A little positive squeak was all you could make out under the pressure of his hand but it was enough. Every point of his body against yours felt like pure molten lava. Every thrust of his hips rubbed perfectly against your clit. It was heaven and hell in the best of ways. 

“Pl-Please!” you gasped out as you felt that spark flickering to life. 

“Ja, that’s it, taking me so well,” he grunted. 

It was obvious how close he was, the waver in his voice and the way his pace faltered, and his grip tightened just enough to cut off your air supply. Fear became reality for a moment, but when he cried your name, it was over. Your head slammed back into the ground as you silently screamed for him. The world felt upside down when he suddenly released your throat and the blood rushed back into your head, your lungs panting for much-needed oxygen only to whimper his name with reverence. 

“Weißt du, wie sehr ich dich füllen möchte? Du würdest so schön aussehen, wenn du mit meinem Baby schwanger wärst,” he groaned, voice taking on a high pitched whine, “Need to fill you, breed you, bitte, bitte, can I?” 

The moment your brain registered what he had said, a third orgasm hit and you jerked him into a frantic kiss, ignoring the need for breath. Hearing König say that he wanted to breed you? Instantly, logic was gone. It didn’t matter that you were on birth control and couldn’t get pregnant. At that moment, you wanted nothing more than for him to come in you so deep that you’d never be completely rid of him. 

“Bitte,” you whimpered back, “König, bitte, yes!” 

 His reaction was instant, voracious moans pouring into your mouth as he started pounding you so hard it actually hurt.

“I love you so much,” he growled darkly, “You’re mine forever, you know that, ja? Mine to love, and protect, and fuck, and breed. Gott, you’ll look so fucking beautiful, all round and soft and pregnant… fuck, with <em>my</em> baby. Mine- Oh, verdammt, ich komme!”  

A sob broke through your lips as he buried himself with one last thrust and your walls clung tight to him as he throbbed deep in your cunt. His whines filled your ears like the sweetest symphony, hips twitching and breaths shaky as he rode out his orgasm. 

Pressing a much softer kiss to his mouth, you bumped your nose into his and pushed your forehead to his. If asked later, you would swear that it was at that moment you knew that you were one hundred percent irrevocably and undeniably in love with König. You wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of your life with him, to act on his wishes, and to have him as the father of your children and as your life partner. You would do anything and everything to keep him, to make him as happy as he made you.

Fingers coming to thread into his hair and massage his scalp softly, you whispered against his lips, “I love you too, König, so much.”

[intplayboy]

YA'ABURNEE DRABBLE [HYBRID! BTS OT7 X HUMAN! READER]

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summary: sneak peek of hyrbid ot7 x human reader "ya'aburnee" imagine (coming soon). The boys are patiently yet eagerly waiting for you at home, knowing you had another action-packed day, and can't wait to smother you and make sure you safely return home. But come to find out that you are injured at the front door in the arms of your older colleague, and to make matters worse, how and why you were injured. (Y/N *reader* is a bit stubborn here lol)

genre: hybrid au | minor angst | fluff | slight humor

pairing: hybrid bts ot7 × human officer reader (mackenzie valley wolf! namjoon, giant cheetah! jin, snow leopard! yoongi, wolverine! hoseok, kodiak bear! taehyung, maned wolf! jimin, golden jackal! jungkook)

warnings: mentions of injury

word count: 3,988 (kind of got carried away)

masterpost | pt. 1

copyright © 2022 by kumiko. all rights reserved. my works or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without express written permission from me except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

"Chin, I'm really fine." You try to convince your platonic older brother when he finally stops in front of your apartment complex.

In disbelief, he scoffs. "Y/N, you went into an extraction mission alone, completely outnumbered, and as a result, you were nearly killed."

"Okay, technically I didn't go alone. I had Kono on standby, ready to call backup if anything went sideways." You argued.

He deadpans at you. "Yeah, exactly, stand by. While you went in to save Steve by yourself."

"What were you thinking?!"

You sigh, looking away. "Getting McGarrett back... They were going to torture him further if I haven't broken him out, and it was my fault anyways!"

"You could've called me or Danny- or better yet, all of us to help you! You shouldn't have gone by yourself Y/N, you could've died!"

"They could've killed McGarrett if I haven't got there! And they weren't going to kill me, I had it under control... kind of." You mumbled the last part.

Chin exhales deeply. "You're lucky Kono called us in time and not having been far from your location."

You hesitated, realizing he was correct. You were a bit foolish to go on your now not-so-secret rescue mission into enemy territory without the proper support and guns. But they had to realize that you were growing impatient and that every second and minute that passed without getting any closer to saving Steve meant losing him to you bit by bit, something you couldn't have. You knew they wanted him back as much as you did, but with your worst fears overwhelming you, you made the impulsive choice to get McGarrett, leaving yourself exposed.

"Look, I know you want to protect all of us and do everything you can to help us when we're in trouble, but you need to understand that you can't do it all on your own. Sometimes you simply have to accept that some things aren't meant to be done alone; you need people, a team, and a family, and that's what we're here for. Second, you can't blame yourself for something beyond your control. You can't shield everyone from danger as much as you want because it can and will happen, either way. It will be difficult, but you have to accept it." He explains tenderly, looking at you with gentle eyes.

You trail your eyes up at him. "I know... I'm sorry, Chin..."

"Thank you for being there for me when I needed it."

He softly smiles. "Of course, you know I love you, right?"

"I know, I love you too." You nod returning the smile.

"Ohana mau loa." [Hawaiian Translation: Family forever]

"Ohana mau loa." You whispered as Chin pulled your foreheads together.

You stay together for a few more seconds until Chin separates. "Well, I hope you're ready for when you enter your apartment."

"Why would I need to be prepared?" Your brow furrows.

"Oh, you don't know? You'll see what I mean." He says this with a sly smile as he gets out of the car and walks up to your side.

He swings open your door and puts his arm under your armpits, hoisting you out of the car. "I can walk up to my door, thank you very much."

"Oh really?" He raises his brows. "Okay, fine, try taking another step without me."

He lets you go, and you try to regain your balance while hobbling with your sprained left ankle and clutching your aching side. You take another stride, certain that you can walk on your own, only to stumble and nearly fall, but quickly recover stability by gripping Chin's car.

From behind you, you could feel his smug grin. And when you slowly turn to face him, you scowl at the mocking expression on his face.

"Say it." His obnoxious smirk never faltered.

You continue to glare at him. "I need your help to get to the door..."

His smile widens. "What's the magic word?"

"What are you, five?" You squint at him.

"Actually, thirty-four. Twelve years older than you, so show some respect and say it." He replies.

You snort. "Old man. But a brain of a child."

"Oh, so you want me to leave you here. Fine by me." He takes a step back to the driver's seat.

"No-! Wait!" You briefly grumble under your breath. "Can you please take me up to my door?"

"Now was that so hard?" He then approaches you, throwing your arm across his shoulders.

"Shut up."

Despite Chin's persistence to assist you to your apartment door, you did your best to lessen the weight and carry your own instead.

"You realize that the whole point of me helping you is to relieve you of the burden of doing all of the work yourself. Yet, you keep at it. He calls you out.

You drew your lips into a line. "I know... It's a habit, you know I'm not used to this."

"Yeah, but why don't you try to break that habit, like I said, you have people who care about you for a reason." He reminds you.

You nod. "I'll try."

Fortunately, your apartment building had elevators, so getting you to the third floor wasn't too problematic. Chin leads you two down the balcony, passing several of your neighbors' doors, to your front door.

You and Chin both notice the lights still on from the windows as you reach your apartment entrance. "Why are they still up? It's half past eleven."

Chin chuckles. "You're really asking that?"

You scrunch your brows. "Yes? Is that wrong?"

"Oh, dear Y/N, you have so much to learn, you're so oblivious." He laughs.

You grimace at his taunts. "What are you talking about? No, I'm not. And what are you doing?"

You interrupt Chin as he has his fist raised against the door. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm going to knock on the door."

"I have the key."

"You're not going to walk in by yourself, also it's better this way." He says.

"What do you mean 'better this way'? You don't have to bother them, Chin."

"Trust me, Y/N. They'd want to come to the front door for this." His mischievous smile returns.

You narrow your eyes. "I don't like this."

He ignores you and proceeds to noisily bang on your front door, making you cringe. "Did you have to knock that loud? They're hybrids, they have heightened hearing."

"You never know." He sings songs cheekily, causing you to roll your eyes.

And within just two minutes the door opens, revealing a particularly happy bear-hybrid.

"Hey, what time is it? It's pretty late, isn't Y/N supposed to be home now?" Jimin peeks into the living room where Namjoon, Jungkook, and Taehyung sat on the long couch.

Jimin pouted as all three of the hybrids shrugged in response to their mate's question. He then enters the kitchen, where the three oldest were, Jin and Hoseok busy cleaning dishes, and Yoongi is seated at the island dining table, where all eight plates full of food were becoming colder by the minute, concentrating on his cell phone doing knows what.

"Does anyone realize how late it is now? Y/N isn't home yet." If you were there, you could have heard the pout in Jimin's words.

Upon hearing the maned wolf hybrid's voice, the three oldest turn their heads. "It is kind of late, it's already eleven-thirty."

"And the food is cold." Yoongi says, almost monotonously.

Jimin whines. "I miss her already. She should be home now, what if something happened to her? She did mention she had an important case today."

Hoseok's ears flatten; the wolverine hybrid was terrified of being hurt, or worse, having anyone close to him hurt. Being trapped in the fighting ring for so many years had its toll on him; he was never really a fighter in the first place, but rather a lover, as the saying goes.

"D-don't say that. I-I'm sure Y/N's okay. She was most likely caught up with paperwork at their office." He reassures Jimin, but if he were being truly honest, he mostly just meant to comfort himself more as the idea of it scares him.

"I'm sorry Hobi-hyung, you're probably right, I'm just overreacting." Jimin's face softens.

"Would you guys feel better if we called her?" Jin proposed, and Hoseok and Jimin nodded in agreement.

Jin shifts his gaze to Yoongi, who is still clutching his phone, almost as if he's talking to him telepathically to make the call. But before Yoongi could place his finger on your contact, a loud knock echoed throughout the apartment, alerting all seven hybrids.

Their ears twitch at the sudden sound, and all three of them hurry out of the kitchen to the living room, where Namjoon, Jungkook, and Taehyung were still sitting, albeit with puzzled expressions.

"Is that Y/N at the door? Doesn't she usually have the keys?" Jungkook questions.

"Yeah, she does. Taehyung, could you open the door?" Namjoon responds, and Taehyung rises from the couch and walks up to the front door.

His nose twitches slightly as he picks up your faint scent, confirming that you're behind the door. He then grips the knob, with his boxy smile across his face, swinging the door open.

But the moment he sets his gaze on you, his smile fades almost instantly. It takes him a brief second, but he notices your bruised face and slouched posture against your male colleague. And, although he could detect your scent, he could also sense the overpowering scent of the man who was so so close to you. He tries to suppress the urge to growl in his throat, making a silent decision to scent you later on.

"Hey, Tae." You croaked, flashing a lopsided smile.

"Y/N..." He stutters at your appearance.

"May we come in?" Chin stares between you two.

Taehyung snaps out of his daze and walks aside. "Y-yes, of course."

Chin assists you in entering your apartment, as Taehyung watches you limping against the older man. A joyful voice greets you as soon as you come into view of the last six hybrids in the living room. "Y/N! I was beginning to worry that you—"

The cheerfulness vanished as soon as they laid eyes on you, causing him to frown along with the others; this doesn't go missed by you. "Hey, guys..."

"Y/N, what happened?" Jimin approaches you with worried eyes.

You beam him the smile that they all adore, unknowingly leaving a blooming feeling in all of their hearts. "Nothing wrong, Chimmy, I'm okay."

Chin rolls his eyes at your remark. "And by 'I'm okay,' she means a sprained ankle, fractured ribs, and a minor stab wound in the gut."

You whack Chin's shoulder as their eyes widen at the last words. "They didn't need to know that!"

You return your gaze to your seven roommates. "Ignore him, he's being dramatic."

"Sure I am." He suddenly releases you, causing you to stagger in your stance.

"Well, go on." He smiles, finally realizing what he's doing, which makes you scowl mentally.

You give them a nervous grin as they stare you down, waiting for you to move so they can see how serious your injuries are. You gulped and stood up straight without cupping your painful ribs, you took a tentative step, and as you put your weight down, your legs buckled and almost fell to the floor.

"Y/N!" Namjoon and Jungkook quickly sprang off the couch as they all exclaimed. Jin and Yoongi rushed forward as Jimin and Taehyung followed suit being the closest, extending their hands forward to catch you.

"You're not okay!" Jimin grips your right arm, while Taehyung does the same with the other.

"That's what I've been trying to say. And so did the doctor, you know, the medical professional whose life's work is to treat and diagnose all that is wrong with the human body." Chin snides obviously intended at you.

"Alright, I get it. But believe me when I say I'll be okay; all I need is a good night's sleep and I'll be back at work tomorrow."

"You're insane if you think you'll be able to go back to work like this." Jin scowls.

"But Jinnie..." You nearly whine.

"No, he's right Y/N. You're not going back to work tomorrow; instead, you're staying at home. Taking a week off, as instructed by the doctor." Chin cuts you off.

Your eyes widened. "A week?! But what about work?!"

He chuckles. "As for work, you'll be doing file reorganization. I'll drop over the materials tomorrow morning."

"You're going to make me do paperwork. Are you serious?" You stare at him in disbelief.

"Yes, I am. Steve's words, not mine. Which you will hear an earful from him, I should warn you." He responded.

You groan. "I know, I'm dreading it."

He puts up his hands in surrender. "You asked for it when you infiltrated enemy territory alone and severely outnumbered."

"WHAT?!" You winced at their reaction as they all shrieked out once again. "Chin, seriously, leave."

"Okay, okay I'm leaving. But you're staying at home, L/N, that's an order." Once Chin used your last name, the deal was sealed; there was no more room for debate.

You huff in defeat. "Yes, Lieutenant Kelly."

"Good." He next turns his attention to your seven housemates. "Make certain she doesn't do anything dumb and leaves the house."

Everyone curtly nods. "Don't worry, she's not going anywhere anytime soon."

"I'll take my leave then, see you tomorrow Y/N." As he leaves your apartment, you gave him a wave in return.

When the door closes, silence fills the air as you wait for the seven hybrids to speak. But, to your surprise, Jimin scoops you up and carries you bridal-style, making you squeal. "Jimin!"

"Taehyung prepare a bath for her. Make sure it's warm." Jimin orders the bear hybrid, who nods and walks ahead of the pair of you.

"Jimin, you don't need to carry me, put me down."

"No."

You pout. "Jiminnnn—"

"You heard Chin, Y/N- how could you say you're okay when you're seriously injured! You even have a stab wound!" He scolds you.

"Well- he said it's minor!"

"Doesn't make it any better." He scrutinizes you.

"Once you're finished with your bath, you have a lot of explaining to do, Missy." You heard Jin behind you two as Jimin enters your room.

You carefully exited your warm bath and drained the soap-filled water when you finished your bath. You notice the folded clean clothing on your sink counter and smile at how thoughtful the boys are about your well-being. You leave the bathroom and enter your room, where you are welcomed by Taehyung, who appeared to be waiting for you just outside your bathroom door.

"Taehy-" You squeak once again as Taehyung sweeps you up and carries you bridal-style, just as Jimin had done previously.

"You almost missed dinner." Taehyung says as he carries you out of your room and into the living room.

"If I'm supposed to have dinner, why are we heading to the living room?" You asked.

"So we can watch you and cuddle you." He responds, making you snort and smile.

"Oh, something amusing to you?" He arches his brow.

With a smirk still on your lips, you shook your head. "It's just the way you said, it was a little funny."

"I'm funny to you?"

"No, you're cute when you try to be mad at me." You stifle another chuckle.

He scoffs. "Glad you find it amusing." Well, you were right. Even if he tried, he could never be upset at you. After all, you were his mate, and even if you didn't even know it, his animal part and human counterpart won't allow any negative feelings about you to fester for long.

He eventually places you on the couch, between Jin and Yoongi, while the others gather on the floor, around the coffee and the seven plates of food.

"Now that you're here, you need to tell us what happened. But first, you need to eat; you almost missed dinner since you came home late." Jin demands, holding a plate and a fork.

You nod, and as you reach for a dish on the coffee table, your hand is swatted away, and you turn to look at the person who slapped your hand, Jin. "What?"

"I'm feeding you."

"Jinnie, I think I can feed myself. I'm injured but my arms and hands are still functional." You laugh.

"Your ribs are fractured, and you were stabbed. You should limit movement that can affect those areas." Jin said. "I know you hate feeling dependant, but please allow us to help you, Y/N."

Your eyes were drawn to his puppy-like eyes as he awaited your approval. You pause for a bit before sighing softly and nodding. "Okay, just for you guys."

He grins with his lips, displaying his adorable bread cheeks, which makes everyone else smile. He then picks up several pieces of your food and begins feeding them to you. "Now, explain Missy."

So you proceeded to tell how you received an anonymous message detailing Steve's location with the order to come alone. And, even though you knew it was most likely a trap, you weren't about to disregard what may be a lead to rescuing your boss. But you also weren't stupid, so you let Kono come along but remain hidden and strictly listened to your word. When you finally breached the location, you anticipated being surrounded, but you weren't prepared for the number of men that would face you.

Seriously, a dozen men for a lone girl? Do they really think you're that much of a threat? It was a precarious situation, but you had to admit that it stroked your ego a little to be regarded as so dangerous that you needed so many people against you. And from there, it was obvious how the story unfolded, which led to you being hurt to the point of unconsciousness and returning home late with the help of Chin.

When you finished telling the incident, the room became quiet for what seemed like hours as the seven of them processed the information until a raspy voice pierced the void. "Ya, are you crazy?"

You jerked your head, finding Yoongi staring at you, and you responded with a guilty smile. "Maybe?"

"Who are they anyway?" Asked Namjoon.

You sigh. "I don't know, that's what we've been trying to figure out the entire time but we got nothing. The only reasonable conclusion we have been able to come to so far is that they are the same people we dealt with in the Nakama and Sulgi case, which led us to Korea."

"But it wouldn't make sense for them to come all this way for that." You stated.

"What if they're the same ones that are looking for us?" Jungkook questions.

You shook your head. "No, I highly doubt that. If it were true, they would have come long ago. I don't think those people even know you've left the country."

You then notice the mix of doubtful and concerned expressions on their faces. "Hey- Hey, guys, it's okay. You guys are safe. They're not after you. It's me they want, I was the one who killed a lot of their men, anyway."

"They just want revenge."

"And that's exactly what we're worried about." Jin glanced at you with the same worried doe-eyes as Jimin had when you came in earlier.

"Oh, Jinnie, you don't have to be worried about me—" You attempt to reassure him.

"But that's the thing, we care about you, so much Y/N. We will be worried for you, I mean, just look at you!" Taehyung exasperates. "You can hardly walk, and it's obvious that you were nearly beaten to death!"

"But I wasn't! I'm not dead, I'm still here!" You yelled back, but the minute you realized you raised your voice at them, you felt regretful. You knew they only wanted you to be safe; being a cop and dealing with serious crimes on a regular basis isn't exactly the safest job. There will be occasions when you are confronted with the most gruesome scenes, pushed into life-threatening situations, or forced to make difficult decisions that will affect not only you but everyone else involved.

Despite Jin's protests, you rose from the couch and approached Taehyung. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell."

"I know you were all terrified when you saw me walk through the door. But I promise you that I'm not leaving anytime soon." You tenderly cup his face, staring at him with the most sparkling, purest eyes he's ever seen, making it impossible for him to break away.

You both locked gazes until he drew you into him, and wrapped his arms around you. "You better not. I don't- I mean, we don't know what we would do without you."

You chuckle in his chest. "Don't say that, you guys will still have each other."

"But it will never be the same without you." Hoseok says, making you to release Taehyung from the hug which causes him to whine.

"Y/N, c-can we see?" Jimin sweetly asks, catching your attention, and you nod in reply.

"Come back to the couch, first. I don't want you standing for too long." Jin orders, and you giggle at his attitude. "Yes, Jinnie."

You return to the couch, but before you can sit down, you're dragged by your elbow into the lap of a certain snow leopard hybrid. You yelp, as you land on Yoongi's lap, eliciting a low growl from Jin. "Ya! Be careful with her, she's hurt, for god sake."

"You smell." Yoongi says flatly, making blood rush to your cheeks in embarrassment.

"But I just had a bath." You muttered as Yoongi's cheek rubbed against your head.

"He's not talking about that. It just- you were... How should I put this...?" Taehyung struggles to explain.

"You reek of that man from earlier." Yoongi states, monotonously once again.

"O-oh... Does it make you feel better if you scented me?" You queried bewildered.

"Yes, but seems like Yoongi is already doing it." Jin answers while glaring at the snow leopard, who ignores him. "Is it alright with you?"

"Of course, whatever makes you guys feel better." You confirm, then you suddenly hear purring from behind you.

"Okay, that's enough—sorry, Yoongi goes a little too far at times." Jin apologized, and you shook your head. "No need to apologize; it's perfectly fine with me. You don't have to stop if you don't want to Yoongs."

"I actually like it, and the purring is relaxing." And with that, you've inadvertently caused another major spark in their hearts. Unbeknownst to you, they've mentally decided to scent you as much as possible now that they've been given the green light.

"So, can we..." Jungkook spoke out, drawing your focus away from Yoongi's actions. "O-oh, yeah. Just don't freak out, okay?"

"Well, we can try, but we can't guarantee anything." Jimin replies.

You mumbled an 'okay,' then began lifting the hems of your shirt, revealing your horribly bruised abdomen with a small size gauze pasted your epigastric area. You can see their breath hitch as it comes into full view for them, and you can feel Yoongi's grip on you tighten slightly.

"Jesus, Y/N... This is- this is bad." Namjoon whispers. "Is that where your stab wound is?"

You nod, and their frowns deepen even further. "That's too close to your artery."

"Well, their aiming sucks." You made a joke, but their lack of smiles caused you to pout. "Too soon?"

Jin leans forward. "Can I see it?" Without saying anything, you start to peel away the medical tape, slowly exposing the blood-red slender wound, the one that was far too close to your heart. Upon seeing it, you hear several low growls.

Then Jungkook advances toward you and takes your hands. "We'll find out who did this, Y/N, and they'll be sorry." They hurt you, and they hurt you real bad. If it had been an inch higher, it could have pierced your heart, and then what?  You would have died.

And that thought infuriates them, enrages them even, but they try hard to conceal such emotions in front of you. Nobody ever hurts their mate and gets away with it. It hasn't been a long time, but you've become such an important person in their lives that they aren't going to let you go for a while.

"Thank you, Kook, unfortunately, we won't be catching them anytime soon, but I'll give you first dibs when we do." You give him a cheeky smile.

"From this night on, you will be resting. We'll take care of you for the next seven days." Namjoon asserts. "No ifs and buts, okay?"

You huff and cross your arms like a child, which they find endearing. "Okay."

[thenightling]

Book bannings and schools mishandling books rant:

Book bannings, particulary school book bannings are weird and arbitrary and that's how they look to kids too.

I went to a number of different schools in Nassau County Long Island as a child. One school banned Goosebumps books as "too scary." And the teacher didn't consider them "Real reading" anyway.

That same school had banned Where's Waldo? (Wally to you UK readers). And "I spy" / "Eye Spy" books (where you search for the objects in cluttered picture, similar to Where's Waldo. They claimed it wasn't really reading.

Well, here's something the "clever" people running that school didn't realize. I'm visually impaired. Optic nerve damage since birth. And "Eye Spy" books were a good form of exercise in helping me focus my eyes. I can't control my own eye movements and those books helped a little but SOMEONE deemed them "not educational."

And my family was pretty poor. And didn't have a car. Trips to the public library weren't as often as I liked and my mother had a bit habit of not returning things to the library so that was also a factor on if we could take anything out.

In another school I went to comic books and graphic novels (Novels in comic book format) were not allowed. I strongly suspect there were parents who thought "graphic" meant sexual content as that's what I came across when asking people who were pro-banning Maus (the graphic novel about a mouse in the holocaust). The English teacher claimed comics are "not really reading." One kid made a great argument about how Shakespeare and classic literature has been adapted in graphic novel form but she argued that it is like a very abridged version since they put pictures instead of written descriptions. I had the impression she hadn't physically seen these graphic novels but assumed.

When I entered Junior High school the school library had a great book on Hebrew folklore that I liked and another book about beliefs in the occult. I tried to take them out and got a lecture from the librarian that those are "reference books only" and cannot be borrowed from the library. umm... Why? And what's the point of a Junior high school "reference only" book? How often do Junior High school kids get to sit down in the library for long stretches at a time.

In seventh grade a teacher from BOCES assessed my reading level. (I was skipped around a lot so I was only eleven). She determined that I had a third or fourth grade reading level at the time. I said "Well, that can improve, right?" (because I loved to read). She replied with "Usually at this age your reading level becomes stationary." I was ELEVEN! Who does that? It was like a deliberate effort to sabotage and discourage my love of books. And ironically, somehow, in English class we were reading The White Mountains, which was a great Scifi novel. And I was not struggling, I was enjoying it.

In my nineth grade English literature class we were handed text books. I always loved these because they were essentially anthology collections of great short stories. The teacher NEVER used the text book. She never assigned any story in it. I saw Harrison Bergeron listed and I had just seen the TV movie version so I wanted to read the original story. I asked the teacher about it and her "words of encouragement" were "That's not going to be assigned. You don't have to read that. Don't bother." I read it on my own.

This same teacher had ordered me to stop reading ahead when we were assigned chapters of Ray Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451. I loved that book. When I asked why she said "Because you'll forget what you've read."

Well, here it is, almost thirty-years-later and I haven't forgotten at all. Thanks for "Encouraging" me to read.

Another "Encouragement" was when I was in a programming for visually impaired students and the teacher had a book case full of the classics. And "You can read them but only if you write a book report for me after each one."

Well, I just wanted to read them. She wasn't my English teacher. Why should I write her a report? It wasn't going to impact my grade, just slow down my ability to read the next one. So I started to pretend I hadn't finished one book and would discretely move on to another. I did this several times.

One teacher's assistant didn't believe me when I came back from summer break having discovered a love of Anne Rice novels. She started to quiz me on The Queen of the damned to prove to her I read it. (This was before there was even a movie version, mind you). Why do these things? You're going to discourage kids from reading.

In yet another school I went to I was surprised that not only were all of these things allowed and encouraged but the school library even had a coffin shaped book case full of Goosebumps books.

To me this was surreal as I had it engrained into me that Goosebumps was "Not real reading." And "didn't belong in school." I guess that particular school was being reactionary to the books being fashionable among kids (the way Harry Potter would later be). And since kids liked them "Something must be wrong."

But thirteen-year-old me still had the mentality of "Wow, I can't believe this. I wonder how long before they decide they made a mistake and that these should be banned." The below image is similar to the book case the school had.

Combine all this with schools obnoxiously always assigning grim and depressing stories about "coming to terms with loss and death" and it's a wonder any kid likes to read.

I've met grown adults who think all books are about coming to terms with death because that was literally ALL They were assigned as kids. Old Yeller, Charlotte's Web, On my Honor, Bridge to Terabithia... "But kids should learn about death and loss." Yes, but not when it's literally EVERY book they've ever been assigned! It's a wonder anyone grew up loving books.

[revhase]

Character Form.

TW: Blood, swearing

Interview,

Tape rolling.

“Uh we have a uh - : Hasen E. Mauerdean. :,

Age: Twenty Six

Height: 6’2,-

Mister Mau-“

“Please. . It’s Hase.”

“Alright, Hase please can you tell us what happened?”

Background entry 1 : the memory.

.

“Hase. . Hase, wake up Hase.”

He wakes with great effort, as if something were laid upon him weighing him down. He enjoyed that dream, seeing her dance around the tree that they have in their garden. The oak tree that his great grandfather planted for their family, he felt great pride in it still standing.

That soon faded.

The dream faded, she faded.

“Please.”

Staring in front of him with blurred vision, he couldn’t understand what was happening or going on, his body felt trapped and he were. Hase had been trapped under the remains - the remains of the car. The car had been left in scraps next to him as he had gone out of the window itself and whatever had been ripped off followed him in a pursuit.

The pain of the wounds sustained wasn’t registering in his mind, he had been ripped from the trees and torn with metal still inside of his body yet seeing her lay in her own blood caused everything to kick off.

Caused him - to scream.

“SANDRA - Oh god- fuck fuck no no.”

Her poor body, the body of the angel that carried an extra life lay with a branch piercing straight through her chest. Impaled and choking on each breath she took. Her words that he thought were clear actually muffled and gurgled on the blood she choked on.

“No no it’s okay, you’re okay. We’ll be fine - FUCK.” 

He wept by her side, holding onto her face- her belly. His love, his life - she’s smiling so sweetly even as she laid there dying.

A branch snapped - his head turned as he stared in disbelief, anger - his wife even looked. . Sad.

“You shouldn’t of tried leaving.”

.

.

.

“Hase please - HASE SIT DOWN DONT MAKE THIS WORSE- SOMEONE CALL SECURITY!”

Tape terminated.

[yjhariani]

imagine anaknya simon manggilnya bukan papa/dad tapi bapak KJSKSJ terus dia nyahutnya "apa sayang?" (yes, i was inspired by that one hamish daud video with his daughter)

I’m putting English translation under the cut because I wrote something cute and I want everybody to enjoy it. ALSO PLS SEND ME THE HAMISH DAUD VIDEO I NEED TO SEE IT RN.

Hari ini hanya ada Simon dan anaknya di rumah. Sekali-sekali sepertinya membiarkan kamu pergi dengan teman-teman tidak ada buruknya. Lagipula, Simon bisa benar-benar fokus menghabiskan waktunya dengan si bocil.

Setelah beberapa jam diam di rumah, Simon akhirnya mengajak anaknya pergi keluar. Awalnya, rencana Simon adalah untuk mengajak anaknya beli es krim naik mobil, tetapi anaknya punya rencana lain.

“Bapak,” panggil si anak.

Simon menoleh ke anaknya yang ia gendong di satu lengannya.

“Apa, sayang?” balas Simon.

“‘tepeda,” si anak menunjuk ke arah sepedamu yang punya keranjang besar di depannya.

“Bicycle,” Simon mengangguk.

“Mau naik ‘tepeda,” kata si anak.

“You do?” tanya Simon.

“Naik bitycle,” si anak mengangguk sebelum melanjutkan dengan aksen persis seperti aksen bapaknya, “I’ll sit in the basket. Bapak gowes.”

“It’s faster with the car,” kata Simon.

“Mm-mm,” si anak menggelengkan kepala. “Bitycle.”

Simon akhirnya menghela napas dan mengantungi kunci mobilnya.

“Alright,” kata Simon. “You’ll buckle up, you hear me? So you don’t fall off.”

Si anak mengagguk girang dengan cengiran di wajahnya.

It was only Simon and the child at home today. Letting you hang out with your friends did no harm after all you had done for them, anyway. Besides, Simon got to focus on spending time with his child.

After hours of sitting ducks at home, Simon finally decided to take the kid out. At first, he was planning to go on a drive to get ice cream, but the kid had other ideas.

“Dad,” the kid called.

Simon turns to the kid who he had in one arm.

“What, sweetheart?” Simon asked.

“Bitycle,” the kid pointed at your bike that had a big basket in front of it.

“Bicycle,” Simon nodded.

“Wanna use the bitycle,” the kid said.

“You do?” Simon asked.

“Ride bitycle,” the child nodded. “I’ll sit in the basket. You paddle.”

“It’s faster with the car,” Simon reasoned.

“Mm-mm,” the kid denied. “Bitycle.”

Simon exhaled in the end and shoved the car key into his pocket.

“Alright,” Simon said. “You’ll buckle up, you hear me? So you don’t fall off.”

The child nodded excitedly with a grin.

[elsanna-shenanigans]

October 2024 Contest #2: Dark Web 2.0

Words: 6,000 Setting: mAU Lemon: lime CW: drug use, mild violence, some angst, swearing

Tallahassee, Fall ‘22

“You gotta pick up the Molly for Saturday’s party.” 

Lost in her homework, it takes a few seconds for Anna to register Hans’s request. She looks up from a dense scrawl of literature notes and spits out her pen. Clattering through a pyramid of adderall bottles. 

“What?” she snaps. Hans shrugs and takes another toke, adding to the cloud of Marijuana smoke in her dorm. Hoarse coughing ensues. The flamingo-shaped bong winds up in Anna’s hands. Peace-offering for the favour, perhaps. The thought singes her nerves but she inhales a massive hit anyway. Straight through the glass bird’s pink beak. It doesn’t calm her down. Chicken-shit weed. 

“Why me?” Anna spews smoke through her nostrils like Puff the Magic Dragon. Hans smiles and ruffles her hair. 

“Because I’ve got a scholarship.” 

“And I don’t?” 

Hans tips the flamingo at her, “Exactly!” 

“Let’s get this straight, Mr. Esteemed-Scholar - it’s totally fine if I get arrested and you don’t?” 

“C’mon,” Hans reclines in her bed, “hot chick buying drugs. No record. You’re getting a slap on the wrist at most.” 

Anna rolls her eyes, “You’re an asshole, you know that?” 

“And yet you love me-” 

“I don’t-” 

“Enough to smoke my weed, that is.” 

Anna freezes mid-rip. Her eyes roll back and she coughs violently. 

“Fine,” Anna sets the bong against a shelf full of mid-19th century English classics, “what, um, drugs do I need to buy? Or - how does one go about procuring said illegal substances?” 

Hans raises an eyebrow, “Haven’t you bought drugs before?” 

The thought jogs Anna’s memory through old Breaking Bad episodes at home on TV.Suitcases stuffed with cash. Duct-taped parcels of white powder. Cops. Guns. Her throat dries. She slouches into her chair. Vaguely recalls the last time she sat on the family couch with Elsa’s warm presence beside her. Giggling at Hank’s jokes. A simmering wave of hurt wells beneath her eyelids, but she clamps down the memory with numb indifference. Fucking weed’s messing with my head. 

“No.” 

“Get on the dark web,” Hans shoulders his backpack, “find a dealer off Silk Road. You’re a smart cookie-” 

“Fuck you.” 

“Sure thing, sweetie,” Hans pats her head again, like a puppy, “don’t let us down, champ. Party’s counting on you.” 

Anna scowls at the door slamming shut. She heaves a window open to let the smoke out; noon sun and fresh air lending some much-needed clarity. Dark Web. Silk Road. Exactly like Hans to know shady shit like this. What a chump. She boots her Macbook and downloads Tor Browser through the horrendously slow college wifi. Eyes widen in rabid curiosity at exactly what Silk Road entails. 

Drugs. 

Lots of drugs. Filling her entire screen. Anna looks over her shoulder, fearful of campus security waiting to bust down her door. Indexes of suppliers and pictures of powders and crystals. She fumbles around and filters out heroin, crystal meth, cocaine. Until only MDMA remains. Location: Tallahassee. 

One supplier shows up: Adderall-Molly-Oxy-Xanax-Valium - 323 area. College students welcome.

Her hands freeze on the chat window. Hasn’t Chris Hansen caught people like this? She ponders a DEA agent on the other end. Why don’t you take a seat over there? Getting hauled before a district judge. Breaking down in tears while she’s locked away in prison. Anna’s pigtails swish around and she shakes off the fear - just get it over with. A test looms next week. Maybe buy some Adderall while you’re at it. 

Anna swallows the last of her fears and messages IceQueento set up a score. 

***

It’s only ten minutes from Campus. Anna still manages to get lost in the winding dark suburban streets. Cursing herself for nearly driving into Lake Ellis Park instead of Lafayette Park. Despite her best intentions, she’s late. Only one other non-descript black Ford sits in the parking lot. Weird, she thinks. Looking at the car again and trying to place where she’s seen it before. Anna shrugs and dons a face mask. Pulling on a hoodie despite the sweltering humidity and wandering into the park. Streetlights spear the night air. A single, yellow beam broken by a shadow. Streams of cigarette smoke waft from the figure standing stock-still. Her skin crawls at how abnormal this feels. 

Ice creeps up her spine. She looks in the pitch-dark bushes, expecting police to swarm her any moment. Each step towards the shadowy figure feels like jogging a mile. The hundred-dollar bills in her hand are damp with sweat and she’s ready to vomit her thumping heart when the dealer notices her. He scarcely turns. The darkness beneath his black hoodie feels like staring into a void.  All the hairs on her arms stand on end. 

“So, um, drugs?” Anna whispers. Before mentally slapping her forehead. Idiot. Why else would someone stand alone in a park at 1 a.m.? 

Anna’s gaze drags the pavement. Afraid of looking into his eyes. Or the handcuffs inevitably going to lock around her wrists. But the deal happens faster than a drawn breath. A swipe of a palm. Twelve-hundred of Hans’s sponsored dollars gone. Two bottles of pills rattle into her slick hand. Great, phew, that was - easy. Cold metal grazes her skin when his hand draws away. She catches a flash of blue beneath the streetlight and immediately recognises a cerulean-blue Topaz ring on the dealer’s thumb. 

Wait. 

“Elsa?” 

Her voice stabs through the void, expecting to find light. The figure freezes and turns. Glaring, piercing blue eyes behind a facemask. Anna’s breath stops. She’d never forget those eyes in four years. She sure as hell wouldn’t forget how they made her feel. Her nerves splinter. She spews the first thing that comes to mind. A continuation of an unfinished sentence from an eternity ago. 

“What the hell are you doing?” 

“Shh!” Elsa hisses, looking around, “You got your score. Now. Get. Lost.” 

Knees buckle. She barely hears the departing footsteps over the stampede in her ears. 

“Wait, wait, you can’t just go,” Anna cries, stumbling over her Converse sneakers. Flailing fingers catch hold of Elsa’s hoodie and she spins around. Livid rage flares in her eyes. A sudden shove robs Anna’s breath and she slams into the ground. Stars cross her eyes and fade into a gun’s cold barrel pointed at her forehead. 

At least she got the gun part right. 

“Don’t push your luck, missy.” 

Perspiration leaks down her face and she gulps at Elsa’s finger hovering over the trigger. Safety’s still on. She looks up at the glint of streetlights within the Topaz mounted on her thumb. Iridescent blue rays refract like the thousands of memories and unspoken thoughts she’s harboured towards her sister. Right before the hoodied figure turns and clomps into the darkness. The long-dormant sight of Elsa’s turned back shattering each one of those memories into a million jagged little pieces. 

***

Tallahassee, Summer ‘18

Elsa marches through the door. Sweat pours off her brows. Track practice’s killed her. She needs an ice-cold soda. A nap. Some TV and ice cream. Preferably in that order. But one look at Agnarr scurrying about the living room chattering on the phone tells her she’s not getting any of those things. 

A suitcase stands already packed by the doorway. 

“Seriously?” Elsa thrusts out her hands, “Again?” 

“Gotta be in Boston two hours ago,” Agnarr mumbles, before shooting her a glare, “oh yea, I promised Anna’s school I’d pick her up after detention. She fought with some kid again.” 

“Wait, what?” Elsa clutches her forehead as her mind frays, “How are you going to-” 

Car keys sail toward her face and she barely manages to snatch them mid-air. Agnarr brushes past, suitcase in tow. 

“Look alive, kid! Bring her straight home, no mucking about,” he points at her, dress shoes clicking down their manicured driveway. A cab’s already pulled up and ready to go. 

“You can’t expect me to cover your parental duties all the time y’know-” 

Agnarr stops in his tracks. For a moment, Elsa allows herself to hope. Hope that she wouldn’t have to handle Anna’s problems. See her face or feel the ache that comes from dealing with that red-headed girl. But he turns and laughs in her face. 

“As a matter of fact, I can,” he points at the Range Rover, “I paid for your driver’s education.” 

“Dad, stop.” 

The taxi door’s already open. Driver yelling at him to hurry the fuck up. He perches a foot inside and muses, “I’ll make it up to you.” 

“Right,” Elsa folds her arms, “because I’m the responsible one, yea?” 

“The eldest,” he sneers through the window, “hence, the most responsible by default. Come through for me, kid!” 

Squealing tires and a cloud of smoke drag a father from her life again. Elsa stands there in a daze. Wondering if Agnarr would tell the driver about his two daughters and how he’s stranding them for the dozenth time. She looks over at the neighbour’s overgrown lawn. Mr Macpherson back from a hospital night shift and shooting hoops with his son. Elsa sighs. But forces a half-hearted wave when he catches her staring for too long and wondering about a feeling she’s never felt before. 

She wanders back inside and shivers at their home’s vacant emptiness. Bone-cold despite the burning sun outside. The housekeeper would’ve left enough boxes of pasta in the freezer for a week. Her room’s probably packed so neatly she couldn’t find anything if she tried. Just as Elsa contemplates going back to school and studying in the library, she crosses over to Iduna’s picture on the mantel and lights a candle. Faltering eyes fixed upon her mother’s monochrome photograph; teary ache blossoming at a woman she’s never known. 

“Stop, just - stop,” Elsa seethes at herself. She wills herself to the bathroom and washes her face with ice-cold water. It doesn’t undo the knot of unspoken longing in her chest. But it does help keep her head down as she passes Anna’s room. “MORONS KEEP OUT” sign plastered on the door. 

Focus, chem homework. Elsa plods through chapters of Pharmacokinetics. “…rate of drug metabolisation in a patient’s bloodstream measured-” 

She yawns. Thoughts wander toward her sister. Vacant-minded stare out the window as she ponders how long it’d take to metabolise Anna out of her brain. Right as she tries to focus back on her notes again, the clock strikes three. She’s torn between leaving Anna to her own devices and continuing the homework. 

“…side effects: Euphoria, loss of motor control-” 

Fuck it. 

Elsa heads downstairs and tries to get the behemoth of a Range Rover to Anna’s school in one piece. It’s nothing, her reflection in the side mirror pales, you’re just picking your brat of a sister from detention. She looks at the other Private school students streaming from the glass-concrete compound and makes out Anna walking with her head down. Hands in her skirt pockets. Fjällräven bag dangles from her shoulders and prim red pigtails that make her look like the most precious person ever to grace her world. 

Anna spots the car and immediately walks in the other direction. A surge of annoyance wells within Elsa and she slams the door while getting out. 

“Hey,” Elsa catches up to her, “Hey!” 

She catches hold of Anna’s arm, only to get tugged away.

“Oh, it’s you,” Anna peeks over her shoulder, “Why’re you driving dad’s car?” 

Elsa sighs and tries to phrase an answer that won’t lead to Anna stomping off. 

“He’s in Boston for work,” Elsa crosses her arms, “and told me to get you after detention.” 

“Great,” Anna glares, “so now I’m stuck with you.” 

“What, you gonna beat me up too?” 

A glint of a smile appears on Anna’s lips. Rare and radiant like a ray of sunlight peeking through a hurricane. 

“I might,” Anna sneers, “if you piss me off as much as that fucking bitch during Lit class.” 

“Woah, the language on you, missy,” Elsa snarls, opening the car door, “you learn that in Literature?” 

“No,” Anna rests her knees on the dashboard, “just Shakespeare.” 

“Yea? I got a quote for you: ‘Though she be but little, she is fierce!’” Elsa sniggers. 

Anna smiles, “Twelfth Night!” 

Her sister’s beaming now. The afternoon sun falls across her face. Freckles sparse against glowing soft skin. Elsa’s chest clenches at the sight. God, that girl. It’s only a moment of weakness before she catches her eyes wandering to the smoothness of Anna’s thighs left bare from where her skirt had hitched up. 

Jesus, what the hell’s wrong with you? The car behind honks. Her face burns. 

“Pay attention!” Anna chides, fiddling with the radio, “Are you going straight home, or what?” 

“Dad told me-” 

“Could we not?” Anna pleads with pouty, puppy eyes, “It’s the first day of summer, for fucks sake!” 

“Language!” 

“Let’s go to the mall,” Anna gestures at her feet, “my shoes got torn up and I need new ones.” 

“I’m not taking you to the mall, Anna,” Elsa retorts, “and you don’t have money anyway - Dad stopped-”

“I’ve still got money from working over Spring Break.” 

“You what?” 

Anna pauses, “You didn’t know I’d been working at Dairy Queen?” 

Silence stretches thin between them. Your sister had a job and you had no idea? What’d you been doing? Studying? Shutting out the whole world? She looks over at Anna, teal-blue eyes and that broken look on her face which always got her way. Or maybe you just didn’t want to feel weak beneath those eyes. 

“Ok, fine,” Elsa relents, “let’s get your damn shoes or whatever.” 

“Yay! You’re the fucking best!” Anna squeals. Before leaning over and planting a huge, wet kiss on Elsa’s cheek. 

Elsa nearly swerves into oncoming traffic. 

***

Despite Anna’s promises, she still takes her loving-sweet time to choose a pair of shoes. It ends up being another pair of Converse Chucks anyway. Elsa diligently studies lecture notes on her phone while waiting at H&M. Eyes widen when she notices Anna browsing a rack of bikinis. 

It’s summer. Elsa tells herself. 

She wonders if she’d get to see Anna in one. Or if someone else will. The imagination needles at her mind and she heaves in relief when Anna leaves empty-handed. The girl’s doe-eyed persistence doesn’t let up, however, and Anna promptly demands they stop by Baskin-Robbins for ice cream. As per summer traditions. 

Plain chocolate for Elsa. Berryfudge Cookie-Blast for Anna. She struggles to keep the overflowing cone in one piece. Even when Elsa scoops a spoonful to help.

“No stealing,” Anna snarks.

“Fine.”

Anna slathers her tongue upon the pink and blue monstrosity. An evident shudder slices through her nerves. 

“So what’s this I hear about you and that guy, Hans?” Elsa asks. Trying to keep the fantasies at bay.

“None of your business,” Anna pauses and relents, “ok, fine. He asked me out. We might both end up in FSU anyway.”

“And you agreed?”

“I went out with him once,” Anna looks away, sundae threatening to melt onto her fingers, “might go out with him again.” 

Elsa fights the stinging in her chest and maintains a stony expression, “That good, huh?”

Anna shrugs, “Hey, sometimes you gotta be sure.”

“First time I’ve seen you cautious about anything,” Elsa sneers.

Anna waves an ice cream-tipped spoon, “Things done well, and with a care-”

“-exempt themselves from fear, yes yes - Henry VIII.”

A huge grin breaks on Anna’s face, “You’re clever-er than I thought.” 

“-and you’re-” 

Words desert Elsa momentarily. Beautiful. Irresistible. Forbidden. A thunderclap echoes in her soul when they lock eyes. The epiphany shines through clouds of delusion; she’d avoided Anna for so long because it’d inevitably circle back to this self-loathing mess of attraction. The tugging in her chest stops long enough to notice Anna digging at her cone with a spoon. 

“Stop stealing my ice cream, missy,” Elsa complains, “you didn’t let me try yours.” 

The warning’s ignored as Anna takes a second scoop. 

“Stop! And you had to take two bites!” 

“Hey, sometimes you gotta be sure,” Anna licks chocolate off her lips. 

Mischief surges through Elsa and she leans forward to take a huge chomp out of Anna’s cone. A shrill-voiced squeal erupts and Anna lurches after Elsa’s. It’s messy. Two sisters fending the other off until creamy flecks litter the table. 

“Ok! I give up!” Elsa relents, she spots a white smear on Anna’s cheek and reaches over with a paper napkin, “Y-you’ve got crap on your face.” 

Their eyes meet. Elsa pauses midway, before moving closer and wiping it off. The tremble in her hand doesn’t go unnoticed. Neither is the blush spreading between Anna’s freckles. The girl crumples the napkin into a tiny ball and drops it to the floor. Her voice descends to a whisper. 

“So do you.” 

Every muscle in Elsa’s body freezes tight as her sister leans closer and licks the fudge off the corner of her lips. Her heart stops. What’s left of the cone plops onto the table. When her senses swim back, all she sees is Anna’s smile spreading across her perfect lil’ face. All she hears is pounding in her ears. And a stuttery voice leaving her lips. 

“D-did you get it all off?” 

Anna leans in again. Right before their lips touch - she hears those words. Undoubtedly haunting her dreams for years to come. 

“Sometimes, you gotta be sure.” 

***

DarkWeb messenger v2022

091622-0201hrs-RubyRose21: u pulled a gun on me???? 091622-0202hrs-RubyRose21: whr do u get off, gawd- 091622-0202hrs-RubyRose21: wht d fuk - did u chnge ur number??? 091622-0205hrs-IceQueen: Dispute not with her - she is lunatic. 091622-0206hrs-RubyRose21: RICHARD III??? WHAT **RubyRose21 blocked**

092422-1044hrs-Perkins36: howdy stranger. care to indulge an old man’s itch for LSD? I work at FSU 092422-1044hrs-IceQueen: no LSD. PCP/Shrooms. 20/tab 092422-1044hrs-Perkins36: Lets do 10. arts faculty entrance at 1am? I have to work late 092422-1045hrs-IceQueen: k

***

Tallahassee, Fall ‘22

Every one of their childhood memories jogs through Anna’s brain as she crouches behind a pillar. The darkness in her soul mirrors the pitch-dark faculty grounds. She bites her lip. Trying to conjure some misdeed or slight or annoyance that made Elsa abandon her like this. It’s useless - she knows exactly what she’s done. Merely avoiding the obvious in favour of deceiving herself that it’s her own fault things are ruined. 

It was perfect, Anna thinks, looking at the stars. One perfect, blissful summer before it all exploded like a supernova and left behind a dark void where her presence once lived. 

A car rumbles into the parking lot, headlights down. Her jaw clenches. Vengeful words sprout in her mind. Braided through that desperate longing to see Elsa one more time. 

The blonde figure approaches. Hands in her pockets. 

Anna’s breath knots tight in her chest and she emerges into the dark. Face held aloft to her sister. Elsa staggers back and scowls. 

“Fuck!” Elsa hisses, pointing at Anna, “I drove across town to pick up the stuff and it’s you-” 

“You blocked me?” Anna’s brows furrow, “What the hell’s wrong with you?” 

“We’re through,” Elsa turns and walks away, only to get yanked around. She reaches for her hip. 

“Brave enough to sell drugs on campus but too pussy to pack heat in a gun-free zone?” 

“Enough, Anna-” 

“You pulled a gun on your sister-” 

“Let go of me!” Elsa shoves her back. A visible crest of hurt spikes on Anna’s face at the word. Sister. At getting shut out for years. The violent alienation. Every hate-filled Facebook message and unanswered text and hours spent searching for the shadow of Elsa’s presence boils over into a single tear streaked upon her cheek. 

“I…I searched for you, for years,” Anna’s voice strains, “I thought you moved to South Carolina-” 

Elsa looks at the concrete, “Why? What do you want from me?” 

Anna’s mouth opens to answer, but she’s already walking off into the darkness. 

“I want you back, ok?” Anna stumbles after her, “We’re supposed to be sisters! This isn’t normal-” 

Elsa whirls around and jabs a finger, “It isn’t!” 

The glimmering fury staring back halts the rest of her rant. Her heart cracks a little more when she sees her unadorned fingers. No ring. 

“Don’t you get it?” A tear glistens from Elsa’s eyes, “It’s not normal - this thing between us. I’m not normal. That’s why I left.” 

Anna looks down at the fist bunched around her shirt. Palpable hesitation in those slender fingers before she slowly lets go. All at once she feels like falling into a darkness. And already she wishes she’d never stepped foot into the dark web. Only to find hurt and heartbreak waiting within its dark recesses. Spreading through her chest with each step Elsa runs away from her. 

***

Tallahassee, Summer ‘18

Elsa lets out a shrill-voiced scream as she’s plunged into darkness. Her heart lurches. Whiteness floods her vision and she’s left gasping with scarcely a breath left in her lungs. The rollercoaster levels out but her head feels numb. Beside her, Anna’s sneering - not letting up until they come to a complete stop. 

“You were screaming,” Anna mocks. 

“Oh god, I-I,” Elsa gasps, knees buckle as she exits the ride, “my throat is hoarse-” 

“Hah!” Anna giggles, throwing her arms around Elsa, “That was hella fun!” 

“I only did it because you asked me to-” 

“Thank you, sport,” Anna walks ahead through the crowd. Frayed denim shorts hug her hips tight. She’s happy. Elsa thinks. That’s all you want for her. Her eyes rove Anna’s thin waist. Bare strip of skin exposed between her shorts and tank top. Her sister’s strawberry scent still lingers from the hug. When Anna looks back and smiles, her heart’s ready to explode. 

“Waddya wanna do next?” 

Perspiration dribbles down Elsa’s temple. Her heart throbs. She doesn’t know if it’s the rollercoaster. Unease further thrums when her phone pings with Kristoff’s notification. She scowls and mashes a reply before Anna can notice. 

DarkWeb messenger v2018

070118-1422hrs-ZZRudolphZZ: 4th July thing coming - any chance we could score more of that Molly shit? 070118-1445hrs-IceQueen: talk later. with my sister.

“Ice cream,” Elsa suggests, but she points at the darkened clouds, “looks like it’s gonna rain though.”

“Is this your way of getting another kiss out of me?”

Elsa’s face reddens, “What? That was not a kiss.” 

“Sure, keep telling yourself that.” 

Anna’s half-smirk shoots straight through her gut. She’s your sister. Temptation stirs in a pool of warmth. She could be wanting it as much as you.

Stop, Elsa clenches her jaw, you’re a sick freak. 

“C’mon, let’s go home,” Elsa feels the first drops of rain on her fingertips, “housekeeper stocked Häagen-Dazs for us.”

Anna gasps, “Chocolate?” 

“Brownie Ganache.” 

“Yes!” Anna squeals, hugging Elsa tight again. And as she squeezes Anna’s slim figure back, feels that coil of warmth within herself latching onto her soul. Rapidly losing its battle against her sister’s forbidden charms. 

***

The deluge fails to drown out Anna’s singing in the car. Bopping along to Rihanna on the radio. Back home, she heads straight to the freezer and retrieves a pint while Elsa tries to remember where they left off on Breaking Bad last night. It’s impossible to concentrate on the show. Taste of chocolate in her mouth. Anna’s legs propped on a coffee table, tanned and soft beneath the living room lights. She looks over at her sister more than once, spoon perched on her lips. Trying not to imagine Anna tasting like Brownie Ganache. 

They make it to the season finale. Credits roll. The storm’s still relentless outside and there’s another one brewing inside Elsa when her sister shifts closer on the couch. 

“I bought something for you.” 

Crumpled packaging parchment sits on Anna’s hand. She finds a glittering Topaz ring set in gold nestled within. 

“It matches your eyes.” 

A ring. Your sister bought you jewellery. Elsa strains to breathe, “This looks really expensive.” 

Anna shrugs, “Dairy Queen paid well, not gonna lie-” 

“But why?” Elsa turns the ring over in her hands, “My birthday’s not until Christmas.” 

“I wanted to thank you,” Anna bites her lip, “for spending summer with me.” 

A well of affection builds in Elsa and threatens to burst. She wants to hug her. Kiss her. Shed that tear on the verge of escaping. All she manages is a terse sputter, “I love you, Anna. You’re my sister - of course I’d look after you.” 

Her lungs clam up when Anna reaches and tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. Self-control crumbles. Elsa leans closer and presses a kiss to Anna’s cheek. When her eyes open again, the girl reacts like she’s just been shot. Touching that blooming spot of red. You went too far. Anna’s scowl bears down on her. She’s never talking to you again. 

“Sorry, w-was that too much?” Elsa asks. 

The girl softens. Words tug at her lips to be set free, like that dance they’ve teetered around each other all summer. 

“No,” Anna whispers, shifting closer, “in fact - it’s not enough.” 

Her pulse seizes. Foggy gaze centres on Anna’s half-lidded eyes. Lips separated by a held breath. Beneath the forlorn scream of her conscience, Elsa finds enough lucidity to whisper. 

“There’s no going back from this, y’know?” 

“I can’t go back,” Anna’s smile curls against her own, “not from someone like you.” 

Their lips touch. A graze. A flicker. Tentative. Like tasting each other for the first time and not knowing if it be poison or honey they partake. Right before Anna crushes her lips into Elsa’s and pitches her world upside down. A spoon clatters. Hungry hands paw at her shirt. Her soul plummets through a chasm of sin, but all she wants is to pull Anna right into its depths. Together. 

“Why?” Elsa sputters between shallow breaths. 

“Because - she had eyes, and chose,” Anna trails kisses down Elsa’s neck, “Oth-” 

“Othello, yes,” Elsa clasps her sister’s head, staring into lust-soaked pools of blue, “we shouldn’t be doing this. Y’know?” 

“No, we shouldn’t,” Anna bites her lips, before kissing her again, “but I’m choosing to. And I’m choosing you.” 

Electricity bursts through her core as Anna hitches a thigh upwards. She hears a moan somewhere. Echoing above the pattering rain. 

Shouldn’t. 

Her heart plunges into a pool of feelings she shouldn’t be feeling. Mouths whisper words they shouldn’t be saying to each other. Lips and fingers going places they shouldn’t be going. 

“Oh my god,” Anna seethes. Arching into her sister’s touch. 

God. 

Elsa screws her eyes shut and sees Him. Only meaning to ask why something so wrong could feel so right. 

***

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Tallahassee, Fall ‘18

The night sky lights with an occasional flash of lightning and the cold glow of her former home. Within her water-logged eyes, Elsa can’t tell where rain begins and where tears end. It’s not going to end. She looks up at Agnarr’s unmoving shadow on the second floor. Cursing beneath the rumbling thunder as she loads the last suitcase into her new Ford. 

No, she thinks, looking back at the ghost of a house, this is how it ends. 

The rainwater’s pooling in the driveway now. She imagines pieces of her broken heart washing into the drain. Maybe she’ll find them again in South Carolina. Or in a ditch somewhere. Thunder claps through her ears. Dad’s heated words still booming loud within them. She flinches at the door opening. Shit, I swore she was engrossed in a new episode. 

“No!” Elsa screams at Anna, running into the rain, “It’s pouring!” 

“What are you-” Anna peers into the car, “Are you leaving?” 

Elsa wipes rainwater from her eyes. All it does is burn the clarity of Anna’s shattered expression into her memory. 

“I’m going, Anna-” 

“Why?” Anna yells. Hair sticks to her face. Hands outstretched, trembling. Agnarr’s folded arms behind the balcony. Coward. Come down here and look what you’ve done. 

“I-I’ve kept things from you,” Elsa tries to make herself heard over the rain; impossible with how broken her voice is, “I’ve sold drugs from home a-and…dad found out.” 

“What?” Anna shrieks, “You expect me to believe that horseshit?” 

Anna steps closer, only for Elsa to hold out a hand. Fist clenches around her soaking wet shirt. A slight glance at Agnarr, still unmoving. 

“D-don’t make this harder for me,” Elsa’s lips sputter with rain and tears, “Or yourself.” 

“W-was this about what happened between us?” 

She looks straight through blurry eyes into the recesses of Anna’s heart. Sees only purity. But instead of affection, she feels the unbearable burden of knowing she’d never, in a million lifetimes - deserve her sister’s love. Agnarr’s still staring at them. Fuck him. 

“Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love,” Elsa whispers. Pulling Anna into a kiss laced with the bittersweet brevity of their love affair. You chose this. You knew it’d end up like this and you chose it. Salt mixes with rain. It doesn’t matter. If she had to do it all over again, she would’ve chosen Anna a million times out of a million. 

“Hamlet,” Anna whispers back.  

Elsa lets go of her sister. Driving away with nothing set in the GPS. Before she turns the corner from the suburban street where she grew up, looks back one last time and sees the shadow of Anna’s figure kneeling in the driveway. Head in her hands and sobbing in the pouring rain. 

***

Tallahassee, Fall ‘22

Anna pulls up to Club Hedon and realises she should’ve read the Google reviews. Or a dictionary. Hedon. Hedonistic. Friday-night revellers dressed like it’s Halloween on crack. Rampant display of flesh and latex and skintight leather. She watches a bare-chested man walk past her car in a gas mask, nipple clamps flopping in the humid night air. Fuckin’ hell - is this Elsa’s new scene? She digs through her memories. Blonde hair perpetually buried in her books. Now selling drugs to college students and hanging out with folk who look like they belong in an S&M dungeon. Or perhaps this was one. 

Three realisations hit her as she crosses the parking lot. She drove. She left her fake ID in dorm. She’s wearing a college t-shirt and skinny jeans. 

She might as well be a goth at a nursing home. Standing in line with blackclad partygoers plastered in pasty-white makeup. Her head swims at the red-velvet wallpaper. Broken neon lights and the faint thump of rave music behind the door. The queue moves quickly. She quakes in her sneakers before the hulking mass of a bouncer. The skinhead takes one look at Anna and goes red-faced with restrained laughter. He waves her in. 

It’s smoky. It’s loud. Red-and-green lasers lace between raptured arms like an unholy Evangelical church service. Muscle-bound men cavort with ladies dressed in corsets and fishnets and sky-high boots. Her throat goes dry. Chest clenching hard when she spots Elsa staring from across the bar. No more running away. No shadowy ambushes. Just a leather biker’s jacket and that effortless blonde braid she’s dreamt of a million times. 

A shot of vodka sits ready when she approaches. Those eyes. Sultry. Possessive. Shattered with regret. She dives within them, searching for hope. Comes up empty. But finds it in the Topaz ring on her thumb. Anna downs the vodka and stares her sister in the face. 

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.” 

“Tempest,” Elsa smiles, “not your scene then.” 

“And it’s yours?” Anna quirks an eyebrow. 

“I’m here for work,” Elsa looks away, “drugs don’t sell themselves.” 

Vodka swirls in her head and she clutches the bar. Words tangle in her throat. She could run away again. Disappear like a ghost in the night, leaving her clutching at a shadow destined to forever elude her. Anna struggles to piece together a sentence. 

“Did you really get kicked out because Dad caught you selling dope?” 

Elsa looks down and fiddles with her ring. 

“No,” Elsa locks eyes with her, “I left because he caught us.” 

Her chest implodes. The music pounds in her ears. 

“Why on earth didn’t you say so?” 

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” Elsa’s fist quakes around the vodka, “call Dad a bastard but he was right - this would’ve been way more damaging if neither of us knew how to deal with it and just let it go on.” 

“And you just left?” Anna rifles her hair, “Without saying anything?” 

“I removed myself,” Elsa shoots back, “a-all I meant to do was give you a chance to be normal. We couldn’t have done that so close together-” 

“Yea, right. Normal.” Anna steps closer and closes a hand upon Elsa’s. The bar’s sticky. Sweat leaks down her collar. “Look where normal brought us. Right back to each other.” 

Elsa squeezes her hand back, “I-I’m not normal, Anna. This thing I felt towards you. I’ve tried so long to treat you like a normal sister - and I just couldn’t-” 

A fingertip on Elsa’s lips cuts her off. Cold and sharp like her words. Rife desire flares within her eyes in time with the flickering laser lights. 

“If you can’t be normal towards me,” Anna breathes a vodka-laced wisp on her lips, “then be abnormal.” 

“-abnormal?”

“Hurt me, use me, abuse me,” Anna’s unwavering stare captures Elsa in a trance, “you’ve already messed me up so bad by leaving. I wouldn’t mind a bit more pain-”

“Anna-”

“-as long it comes from you. As long I get to have you in my life.”

Darkness floods Elsa’s eyes.

A tug on her wrist pulls Anna towards the dancefloor. Bodies bump around like she’s buffeted in a stormy, black sea. Guided by an icy-white braid leading through the chaos. Arms close around her waist. Amidst the dense press of flesh and leather she can’t tell where her hips end and where Elsa’s begin. A warmth spreads up her neck as Elsa kisses between each freckle. Terse whisper in the noise somehow audible like she’s speaking straight to her heart. 

“You’ve no idea just how abnormal I can get with you.” 

Anna shudders beneath Elsa’s touch. Her chest stirs. That perverse hunger she’s forgotten bares its ugly fangs. The abnormal part of herself so easily hidden behind the facade of college, literature, Hans. All the normal she’s meant to do in life. Save for the one person who truly made her feel normal. 

Entangled in Elsa’s limbs. Ensared within a dark web of sin. Hips and breasts flushed like that summer afternoon on the couch - feels as natural and normal as breathing itself. 

A hand snakes around Elsa’s neck; eternal blue eyes melt her last resolve. She drags Elsa deep and kisses her with four years of desperate longing from the shadows. Pulling away to gasp for air, Anna awakens on the altar of unbridled surrender to Elsa’s lips. Her name whispered like the thrumming hymn in her heart. Instead of a sacrament, she tastes cigarettes and vodka. Instead of penance, she offers guilt and lust. In place of salvation, Anna darkens her soul with sin. Burying her conscience with each kiss Elsa peppers on her skin. Her lungs enrapture with worshipful piety. Straining to breathe in the holy temple of Elsa’s vanilla scent. 

One more verse flutters through her mind. 

“You have witchcraft in your lips,” Anna breathes against her sister’s neck. 

Elsa’s eyes widen. She ponders for a moment while their fingers interlace.  

“As you from crimes would pardoned be,” her words a mere humming breath against the heartbeat in Anna’s neck, “let your indulgence set me free.”