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nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105 · 2 years ago

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“Chaos Was Her Name”

Chapter One Chapter Two

Pairing- Konig x reader *call sign (phantom)*

Summary- König has been going to therapy for his depression and self isolation. That lands him in the therapists office when one mission goes wrong. But his whole world is gonna be turned upside down. Recently joining the 141 Task Force he keeps to himself. But things are gonna change.

TW-Mentions Blood, Death, Unprotected P in V Sex, Size Kink, Fluff, Pining, Some Angst, Lack of Sleep, Comforting, Praising Kink. Obsessive! König!

A/N- artwork credit to @ave661 . Watermarks are present in the artwork. Floral dividers are from @saradika

“How long are you gonna wait for her?”

Therapist glances to König.

“She told me she didn’t like me back. I cared so deeply for her and she pushed me away and left me”

“It’s been 5 years since she was declared dead”

“Nein, she isn’t to me.”

“König, when you received the news you were there to view the body. Is that right?”

“Ja.”

“And you made a positive I.D on the body. You did let your superior know that the person they brought back from the field was her.”

“Nein, I didn’t make the call. One of the TF guys called it for me. I- I uh I couldn’t cope with it. I dream of her. I see her around base she runs and hides from me.”

“When I wake up she’s gone. And everyone keeps reminding me she’s not real.”

“I could never be more alone without her here”

“Her name was Sergeant Sarah Smith”

“Don’t say her name”

“When I dream of her she runs away, but the moment she sees me she’s scared of me.”

“König your obsession with Sergeant Smith was something we discussed before her untimely death.”

“Ja”

“Your obsession with Sergeant Sarah have they been laid to rest since her passing”

“Ja”

“So I heard there are new recruits coming in from another private military base”

“Just three people their from Kortac the private military company I use to work for.”

“Okay have you met them yet. Remember we’re to work on our social skills and interactions with other members of the team and your superiors.”

“Ja, I remember”

König fiddle with his gloves looking down at the hem of his mask. Picking at the loose thread that dangled. Pulling on it his mind wondered. Thinking about Sarah and how she looked at him when he confessed his love to her. The look of disgust and rejection written on her face. That hurt more then anything.

König avoided her after that incident. Thinking about the day she was KIA out on the field. He did shed a few tears but his heart hurt. The feeling of rejection was all too familiar for him.

Thinking back when he was a child in Austria. The way everyone bullied him for his face and height. He did have one friend but that friend moved away to the states leaving him alone.

König as a child often sat alone on the playground watching the other children play and giggle on the school yard.

Watching all his classmates playing with one another but his heart long for the girl with the bluest eyes like the ocean. Her golden hair that was split into two braids that framed her pretty freckled face.

Watching her from afar made his little heart flutter.

König would pick flowers for her on his way to school and leave them on her desk in the morning. He wait around the corner waiting for her to see the flowers.

The way she smell them and smile made his heart skip a beat. He would write little notes with poetry and leave them on her desk. Watching her read them she would smile and run to her friends holding the flowers and notes.

Watching all her friends gather around her smiling and giggling about the notes and flowers. König wanted to confess his love to his crush. She made his cheek burn so much he had to hide his face in the crooks of his arms.

But his moment was ruined when Hans ran over to his crush tagging her back and running off with his friends.

Hans was König classmate that bullied him often. He tried to be his friend in the beginning but Hans always made fun of his height and called him nasty names.

König kept his distance when it came to playing outside on the school yard. He would sit under the trees watching everyone play and socialize.

He longed to be included on the games. The only time anyone would talk to him was the bullies.

They would throw rocks at him when he walked home. Never fighting back he simply ignored it walking home. The name calling hurt him the most. When arriving home he dust himself off before walking inside to greet his Mother and Oma.

König fathers was a Colonel in the Military but he sadly passed away while on a mission when he was only 9 years old. König always looked up to his father although his father was very tough on him. He admired his father accomplishments. He often daydreamed he would one day become a Colonel just like his father.

“Hallo Mutter, wo ist Oma?”

“Mein Schatz, du bist zu Hause, wie war die Schule? Oma ist im Garten.”

“Gut"

König nodding his head to his mom holding his school bag storing it away wiping the dust from his cheek. Walking to the kitchen he kissed his mothers cheek, smiling to her taking a Apfelstrudel from the counter taking a bite, thanking his mother before walking out the back door.

Walking past the rose bushes his mother planted, to find his oma sitting under the tree his opa planted for his oma.

Sighing with a heavy heart he put on a fake smile walking over to his oma. Before he could say anything she already knew he tried to sneak up on her.

“Mein kleiner Bär, komm raus, ich weiß, dass du zurück bist.”

His Oma already knew König was sneaking up behind her. She smiled and waved to him to come over to her.

König walked over looking down at his leather brown shoes.

“Sind es wieder die Tyrannen, mein kleiner Bär?”

König nodding his head in shame. Sighing heavily he bursted into tears hugging his Oma tightly. Wiping his face into her blouse and cardigan. His small cries and whimper’s muffled in her chest.

“Oma why am I different?”

“You’re special my little bear. Your grandfather named you my little king. You’re a special kind young boy that will grow into a wonderful young man.”

“Oma, there’s a girl I like in my class I want to tell her but I’m scared she might get scared of me.”

“König, one day you’ll meet a special girl that will love you for you. If she can’t see the sweet loving boy I see now then she isn’t one.”

Those words echoed in his memories of home. All throughout his teenage years König was faced with rejection. The memories of the disgusted look on all their faces made his heart break. All that was left was the shell of the sweet loving boy that his mother and oma saw. König often paid for sex when he was off duty.

Meaningless sex meant nothing to him. Keeping the hood on often made the sex workers nervous of him. He pay them and lay in his bed unsatisfied with the sex. He wanted someone to lay with him to hold his heart and hopefully one day take the mask off.

He often found himself longing for a loving warm embrace. He would often watch the new recruits walk around base. Somedays he would often jerk off in the showers thinking of some of the female recruits awhile they exercised. After squirting the walls and his hands with his thick ropes of cum. Looking at the water washing away all the cum off his hands. The shame would overcome him.

Finishing up his showers he would walk back to his room his head hanging with shame.

“König?”

“Ja”

“Our session is finished for today. Would you like to schedule another session for another day next week?”

“Ja”

“What day will work for you?”

“Can I get back to you on that Doctor?”

“Sure König, my door is always open and give us a call as well we can discuss more over the phone if you like?”

With a smile the therapist clicked her pen and closed her notebook. Walking to the door she opened it for him allowing him to leave her office. She sighed as he left. Exhausted for the day and all the sessions she had to take on for the day. König was a very unique case.

Clicking her pen she takes a seat looking out the window jolting down her notes.

König had developed a obsession with one of the new recruits that had an untimely death. This loss had thrown him off his feet landing right into my chairs. He’s being put on temporary leave for the time being. His superiors put him on watch for the first few nights. Looking over his record on the field he has never failed a mission nor lost anyone. But this one particular mission that ended with 5 soldiers killed on the field under someone else command made his mind wander off. He started to self isolate and fell into a deep depression. I’ve seen this a few other times but König is a Hound of Love. Something in his childhood must’ve started this conquest of searching for love. He looks for love in the many faces of his fellow comrades. This is something he has acknowledge and he is willing to work for the time being. But we are making progress on moving past this grieving period. And coming to acceptance with Sergeant Smith death. He’s starting to share a bit more in our therapy sessions.

I will make note to his superiors that König is cleared for active duty in a few days. After our last meeting which is next week. He will be cleared to go back out on the field.

A Few Days Later

“König wheels up in 20”

One of the privates knocked on his door frame.

Nodding his head he stood up from his bed sighing looking at his gloved hands reaching down to pick up his gear bag. Walking out with his weapon strapped to his chest and his side arms all in there holsters. Listening to Price and Ghost talk about the mission. The operators they we’re receiving from his old employers were sending over three operators to assist in this mission.

Listening to the briefing again he board the plane storing his gear away. Taking his seat looking down at his boots and knees he looked around staring at all the soldiers who sat in silence. His mind often wandered to love.

“Was he not capable of love?”

“Why did all his past crushes all repulsed by him and especially when they asked about his face and hood.”

Lost in his thoughts hours had gone by and the turbulence of the plane jolted him up from his dark thoughts. But his mind often wander to Sergeant Smith.

The way she looked at him when he admitted his feelings to her and the flowers she stepped on before crushing his heart.

His heart broke.

All those sleepless night thinking of her.

“Why am I a hound for love. I search and search for it and come up empty handed.”

As the hatch opens the rush of cold air chills everyone to the bone. But for König his heart was already broken and cold. His cold lifeless eyes burned with bloodlust. Gathering his gear he walked out sweeping the area waiting for everyone to get into position.

The rumbling of the aircraft lifting away rumbling his chest and awakening his inner beast for bloodlust.

Listening to Ghost mission objectives. König couldn’t focus enough looking down at the ground covered in snow. Flipping the switch on his radio the static came rushing through and the sounds of a women singing softly piqued his interest. Looking up and listening closely to his radio he confirmed his suspicions.

Ghost listened to his radio.

“That’s our sign let’s move”

Moving as one they made their way around the buildings that were left in ruins. The smell of smoke and gunpowder filled his senses. Watching the snow fall to the ground he didn’t see or hear someone get the drop on him.

Falling forward to the ground he felt a cold sharp blade pressing against his mask on his neck.

“Scheiße!”

“Move again and that will be the last thing you do”

“Phantom! Let him up”

The familiar sound of the deep voice resonated in Königs mind.

“Aksel”

“König!”

König stood up dusting himself off he walked over to the large man hidden in the shadows. Aksel emerged from the darkness hand extended out. König grasped his hand aggressively the two men laughed and smiled to each other.

“It’s been too long Brother”

“Ja, too long Tor”

“I didn’t know you were coming here. Captain Price informed me that you overseas busy with another mission.”

“Nein Brother. We finished early”

“Let me introduce you to my fellow operators. This is Sebastian and this is (y/n).”

Emerging from the darkness stood Sebastian and by his side stood a goddess.

“This is Krueger and I’m Phantom”

“Aksel we don’t go by our formal names!”

“This is König”

Aksel chuckled at her little outburst and brushed it off as he continued his conversation with his friend König.

There she stood the goddess that graced him with her spitfire attitude. She had a covering that covered her face. Her eyes sparkled under the moonlight she looked up to him holding a rifle on her back that was almost as big as her.

“Phantom back to your position. Krueger go with her we rotate in 3 hours we leave at dawn. The snowstorm is supposed to hit in a few hours.”

“Come inside brother we have much to discuss.”

König walked beside Aksel but he was so enamored by her the way she sighed and rolled her eyes. Her spitfire attitude made his heart flutter but his cock quiver.

Krueger was quick to notice the way König was staring at her as they walked away. Krueger laid his hand on her back as they walked away. König clenched his fist swallowing harshly his cock quivered more leaking precum from watching her walk away and the way Krueger laid his hand on her back as they walked away together.

“Phantom, but her name sounds so sweet rolling off my tongue and lips (y/n)”

König listened to the conversation but his sight wandered to her small form as she sat by the window. The cold winter breeze chilled her she shivered slightly. Keeping her rifle next to her she felt someone presence behind her before she could react she felt someone drape a coat over her back.

“Oh?”

“It’s okay, I’m fine.”

“Nein, it’s freezing tonight. It’s a bit hot wearing my jacket too.”

She looked back into the street and keeping her gaze out there she smiled to herself and pulling his jacket more closer to herself. Inhaling the smell of his jacket was very pleasant. It smelled clean with a hint of floral scent. She smiled slightly.

“Thank you”

She whispered to him as she shifted slightly in her position. König smiled under his mask and stood up leaving her alone on watch. Walking back to Aksel he looked at him shaking his head walking back to the fire sitting beside him.

Aksel glanced at him. Giving him a smirk. König scoffed at him and pulled a cloth from his chest pocket and started to clean his gun. Glancing at her every so often she stayed perfectly still with his jacket covering her. It warmed his heart. But deep down his cock throbbed for release. Shifting himself as he sat trying to sit comfortably while watching his goddess stay warm under his jacket.

That’s was enough for him for now.

A/N-I do not claim credit for the artwork. I do try to credit the source. I do apologize in advance if I offended anyone. I am so sorry to whoever I offended. I will do better for the future.

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bluey0petal · 3 months ago

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Notes: Chapter rewrite || 3rd Person POV || Longer Chapter || Not proofread || snow day!

CW: Fishlegs my guy!

Tags: hiccup x reader, how to train your dragon, httyd, canon divergence, hiccup fanfic, hiccup haddock, httyd fanfic, httyd hiccup, Norse mythology, dragons

Word count: 5267

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Part 8

“DISPARATE” — Chapter 7

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Finally, today was a day where she was not purged with the early morning awakening like the other days of training. She was able to stay tucked beneath her furs and curl up like a babe in her bed, wrapped in warmth and settling comfortably in the land of sleep.

Training didn't start until the late afternoon, and so she was able to sleep in, let the morning pass by, the roosters call out until their throats were sore— and only when she was thoroughly rested should she get up, taking this day to—

"(NAME) GET UP! THE TRADERS ARE HERE!" The ecstatic voice of Ruffnut barged through her door, and she shot up in her bed at the rude but helpful intrusion— her heart speaking with her own sense of excitement at the announcement.

The traders were here! They weren't expected to return to Berk until after winter— so this was a gift from the gods! A final trade for the season, and hopefully all kinds of new wares would be available on the docked ships.

She could only imagine the vastly different items loaded onboard, and she couldn't help but wonder if a certain trader had returned for yet another year of successful trading to the isle of Berk. Without wasting another second, she leapt from her bed, rushing around and scampering like a scuttling rat to get ready, dashing around the house in dizzying patterns.

"I'll be there in a sec!" She called out, just to make sure the twin knew she was up, and right as she finished doing her hair once more, she snagged her little bag of gold she'd managed to save before bounding over to her door, pushing it open to find Ruffnut and Astrid waiting behind it.

A cold breeze swept in, intruding her house once again as the winters cool air forced itself inside, but today it didn't phase her— because she was too busy jumping up and down on the inside with a hope of going on a shopping spree with what little gold she'd managed to earn.

"Finally. Everything's going to be bought out if we don't get there—" Ruffnut grumbled, and as if Astrid agreed silently, the blonde grabbed (Name's) wrist and they all began to run down through the village, making their way down rickety stairs and growing closer to the salty smell of the sea as they did so.

By the time they passed the gate to the docks, they could already hear bartering and bustling of trades down below, and over the edge of the high up walkway— they could see three ships docked amongst the Berkian longships, all with the remaining Vikings in the village crowding around them.

(Name) peered closely; looking down at the traders who stood on their boats, and from what she could see— they were the ones that always frequented Berk, so it made sense for them to come back for one final visit.

Aksel, a man who usually sold anything crafting related; stones, gems, woods— anything you'd need to make things, he was the guy to go to.

Bodil, he was a little bit all over the place... but he mainly sold foods— and a little bit of rocks here and there, though he wasn't as much of an expert on them as was Aksel, so he stuck to selling off baby potatoes and meat.

Finally, the trader everyone had been hoping for Jòhann was the last ship in the line, and also owned the ship with the longest wait towards it. Jòhann sold all kinds of wares, from treasures far off in the seas to contraptions given to him by other islands.

He was a popular trader and one of Berk's most trusted associates, so it made sense as to why he'd managed to make one more trip to Berkiya before the ice had settled over the ocean.

The three young girls arrived at the loud dock, the waves lapping at the underneath of the planks and the particular stench of salt and unwashed Vikings invading their nose, a... interesting smell to say the very least.

Anywho, they glanced around curiously, each of them having brought their own bag of saved gold— each holding various amounts of the precious stone melted into coins.

Out of them all, Astrid probably had the most saved up— the girl didn't want for much, and it meant she'd had a plentiful amount to spend when she did want something, say a new knife to try that had interested her, or maybe something like a new whetstone with a higher quality that had come by.

(Name) was a little in between when it came to the shopping spree route— and while she had a decent amount saved to spend, she would spend a hefty amount of it if she saw something that caught her eye.

Ruffnut had to be the worst spender she out of them all, always making the highest bets in their small gambles with one another and not afraid to quote literally buy anything in sight, even if it was just to spite her brother... so. It's safe to say her pouch of gold only carried maybe... uh— two coins.

The crowd was thick as they approached, and it looked like they weren't able to get through— had they not squeezed their way through every gap they spotted. Yeah uh... passing by meaty Vikings wasn't fun, and they were sent a rather fair amount of glares and curses, but they did reach the front of the crowd eventually, and whoever is first gets dibs.

"What're you guys going to get?" Astrid asked, the other two, all three of them waiting for the trade ships to officially open up— which would hopefully be soon.

"I'm not sure... maybe some new arm warmers," (Name) shrugged, placing her hands on her hips as if to show off her current ones that she wore, the thick wool warming her hands and keeping them from freezing over.

"Seriously? That's all you ever buy. Try something new for once," Ruffnut rolled her eyes, her tone a grumbled and (Name) turned to look at the girl.

"Well what are you getting?" The question from (Name) came out rather snappy, but it was likely on purpose considering her collection of arm warmers had just been insulted, at least, it felt like it had been.

"A pet Yak," Ruffnut shrugged, and her answer caused the other two to become puzzled, brows furrowing in sync.

"But— you don't own a farm," Astrid pointed out, and Ruffnut merely shrugged, seemingly not bothered by the fact she didn't actually have a place to put said pet Yak she wanted.

"Yeah but me and Tuffnut lost the last one," she hummed, looking down at her nails and picking at her cuticles, not noticing the quizzical look Astrid and (Name) shared between one another.

"Okay then..." (Name) mumbled, looking away from Astrid to the boats— that of which had lowered their planks onto the docks, allowing the rowdy group of Vikings to finally step aboard whichever ship they desired to.

Lines quickly dispersed, and everyone went their own seperate ways to the ship they desired— lessening the heavy crowd and allowing for more movement as they did so.

Astrid had walked off to Aksel's ship, as expected of the lass who was mostly interested in practical items. Though, Ruffnut and (Name) had gone into Bodil's ship together— seeing as they both didn't have anything in particular they wanted and were probably just going to browse the isles.

The inside of the ship was a tad crowded, the two girls and about three other Vikings inside the lower deck— but it was doable nonetheless, and they begun their hunt for anything relatively interesting, eyes scanning the multiple displays.

The soft rocking of the ship on the waves set a serene mood, along with the cold air, allowing a calm to fizzle over those inside, only ever upgraded to excitement when they saw something that particularly sparked their interest.

"Dude— look at that, what kind of apple looks like that?" Ruffnut grabbed (Name's) shoulder, pulling her to look at a stock of apples that had a rather peculiar shape, one that pulled a giggle out of (Name) herself.

"I wonder who grew that..." she added, but the silly moment was short lived as they moved onto the next items, eyes droving the next lot of food that was placed into wooden crates.

Ruffnut in particular seemed surprisingly interested in this lot— the food being sea bass, and while the reasons were unknown, the girl was immediately reaching to grab one of the fish in her hands, the slimy texture of their scales not bothering her.

She wrenched it from its school, and stared at it with delight, a gleam in her eyes. "This'll go so well with my other one!" She grinned, and (Name) didn't even have a chance to quiz her on the fact she supposedly had a second before she sped off to Bodil, already pulling out what little she had left to purchase the fish.

(Name) shook her head softly, turning back to the other contents in the ships belly, and she scanned her surroundings for anything interesting. So far, nothing had quite peaked her interest fully— all she really paid attention to was the other Vikings inhabiting the insides of the under deck with her.

As her eyes scanned across the limited crowd, they spotted the bulky figure of Fishlegs, the boy hovering over some items she couldn't see, thanks to his figure blocking them out. At the sight of him, a tad bit of curiosity was sparked, and she walked over to the boy, inquisitive as to what he may be looking at.

"Hey Fishlegs," she greeted, coming to stand beside the murmuring boy, and he jolted at the sudden appearance, having been too involved in muttering strange words to himself that she couldn't make out.

"Oh! (Name)! Hi!" He smiled nervously, fiddling with his hands, but despite his awkward demeanour, (Name) herself didn't seem bothered by it, just returning the smile with one of her own.

"What're you looking at?" She turned to the shelf, eyes locking on the array of rocks the boy had been standing before, and he nervously shifted on his feet, looking back to the collection himself.

"I was just looking at these rocks. I've already seen Aksel's boat, but he was too expensive... so I thought I'd take a look here," he nodded to the rocks, and (Name) listened along, intrigued by the varying collection.

Most of the rocks were a dull grey, some varying into browns with others shifting into sprawling greens, but other than that; they vastly all looked the same. Except for one... a dull blue rock— with a slight shimmering speckle to it, the glimmer of it drawing her attention.

"Do you collect them?" She asked, reaching to the shelf and prying the blue rock from it, feeling the light weight of it within her palm. It wasn't a very large rock, fitting just into the ball of her palm, but it was pretty, and if it was pretty... she wanted it.

Fishlegs perked at the question, a new light sparking inside of him and his posture visibly straightened, a smile stretching onto his face. "Yes! I— I've always loved to learn about different stones. This one over here— I'm pretty sure it's Limestone, and this one looks like Granite! You can tell from three main factors, the strength, shine and texture."

Fishlegs had begun rambling on, and his words gushed from his mouth like a never ending stream— spewing endless lines of information that (Name) gladly absorbed into her brain, eyes drawing to the stones he gestured to, looking over the facts he named.

"What about this one?" She held up the rock in her hand to him, showing the strangely round stone off to the boy. He paused, staring at the rock and narrowing his eyes, scrutinising the stones complexion.

"I think— it looks like a stone with maybe flecks of Azurite? Maybe Sapphire," he shrugged, and (Name) withdrew the rock back to herself, looking down at the stone in her hands with a newfound awe.

She'd heard of such stones only through passing ships and fleeting conversations. Apparently such gems were expensive— used for necklaces belonging to those of 'royalty', as those on the mainland called it.

If this stone truly did contain such items, now she definitely wanted it. She may not be a greedy person, but when she had an expensive stone sitting right in her hands, with the possibility of it being cheap, damn well is she going to take it.

"Thanks Fishlegs— you keep shopping," she placed a hand on his shoulder, patting the leather of his tunic while simultaneously walking away, her eyes on the rock in her hand.

Fishlegs watched her stroll off to the upper deck, her hand slipping from his shoulder, and he kept a smile on his face before turning back to the collection of stones, beginning to squabble over them once again.

"the fish costs three coins— no bargaining!" Bodil scowled, his hands roughly placed on his hips as he bickered with a certain blonde in front of him, the girl snapping back at the trader with with an equal ferocity, a fish gripped tightly in her hand.

Bodil was a rather tall man, and for a trader, he wasn't bad looking. His tunic was a dark meringue, dirtied with oil and tied off around his waist with thick ropes, multiple items made of metal hanging from the makeshift item.

His pants were bagging, a black that faded to a washed out grey towards the end, and eventually tucked into thick fur boots that were common this side of the archipelago.

His face was square, defined but old and scraggly— with a curly black beard sprouting from the lengths of his chin, tied into multiple braids. His hair atop his head was trimmed short, well kept— unlike most and Vikings and he seemed to be in a decent condition for a trader, the only thing putting him off was the scowl taking place on his expression as he bickered with Ruffnut.

"One coin! It's a damn fish! How could it cost three coins!?" The scene the two were making was surely an entertaining one, but at this rate— Bodil was just boot everyone right off his ship, and that wasn't a good look for Berk, nor was it good for (Name) seeing as she still wanted to buy the stone.

Walking up to the two, she reached her free hand into her gold pouch tied to her waist and pulled out three coins, stopping next to Ruffnut and extending the coins to the man.

"Three coins. And... how much for this?" She interrupted the two, and they turned to her, Bodil looking as if he were judging the gold, while Ruffnut seemed more so surprised (Name) had decided to pay for her. After all, three gold was expensive, especially for a damn fish.

Bodil's eyes flickered to her other hand, extending the rock, and then back to Ruffnut, before finally landing on (Name) once again, his expression still displeased. "Four gold in total," he grumbled, and extended his hand to the girl.

(Name) reached back inside the expanse of her pouch and pulled out an extra coin, dropping the final charge in the man's hand and he gleefully clasped his fingers around the coins, withdrawing them towards him quickly.

"Get yer friend under control. She's annoying as a rats ass," he sneered, and (Name) sent the man a glare at the insult, but in the end grabbed Ruffnut by her hand and drew her off of the ship with her, sighing at the encounter.

"What a bitch..." Ruffnut grumbled, looking over her shoulder at the trader who grew further away, the two walking over the plank and stepping back onto the docks, allowing other Vikings who'd been waiting a while to finally let themselves into the ship.

"Thanks for buying my fish though— Tuffnut's gonna be so jealous," she smirked, nudging (Name) gently with her shoulder before slipping her hands out of hers, going to admire the fish held in her other hand as they walked together.

"No problem... I just— don't get why you wanted that fish so bad though," (Name) shrugged, sending a curious glance over to the side where Ruffnut walked alongside her, the two eventually stopping a little ways up the docks, away form the commotion and out of everyone's way.

"Because it's salted sea bass. Duh. Me and Tuffnut have a whole collection of them," Ruffnut shrugged, her tone condescending as if having a whole collection of dead fish was something that was common. But— her antics weren't questioned by (Name), seeing as it was normal for Ruffnut.

"What did you get?" Ruffnut suddenly asked, and it forced the attention on the rock clasped in (Name's) hand, making the girl raise it up to get a look at it again. "A rock," she showed Ruffnut the rock, and Ruffnut deadpanned immediately.

"A rock? That sounds like something that Fishlegs would get. That's sooo laaaammeee," she groaned, but her words weren't really offensive as intended, seeing as (Name) had indeed consulted Fishlegs when purchasing the item.

"Well, you told me to get something different... so," (Name) smiled softly, before raising the rock and shoving it within her scarf, her arms growing tired of having the weight clasped in her hands constantly.

It sat neatly within the folds of her furred scarf, and she could barely even feel it sitting there— more focused on stretching her fingers that had nearly frozen while curled around the stone, thanks to the icy winds.

"Yeah but... a rock? I expected better from you," she rolled her eyes, looking away down the dock, only to spot the figure of Astrid finally leaving Aksel's ship. "Hey Astrid!" Ruffnut yelled, and it drew the attention of the other blonde— snapping her head to the two standing off to the side.

Astrid held something in her hand, and as she grew closer to her friends, they were able to see it was a rather nice looking knife, the leather of the handle being treated and the blade polished, freshly sharpened and shining.

"You done looking?" (Name) asked, and Astrid's eyes flickered to her knife before looking back at the girls and nodding calmly. "Yeah, there wasn't much... same old stuff, but I decided to get this," she showed off the blade she'd bought, and (Name) and Ruffnut looked with a hint of admiration at the sheer quality of the item.

"Woah— I bet on Loki that you spent your entire stash on that," Ruffnut gaped, and it seemed like her bet may have been somewhat true, thanks to the obviously smaller pouch hanging off of Astrid's skull lined belt.

"Ten gold," Astrid shrugged, pulling the knife back to herself and slipping it into the confines of her belt, hiding the new weapon. "TEN GOLD!? Oh þór I think I'm going to faint..." (Name) wheezed, nearly spluttering into a coughing fit at the sheet rock that hit both her and Ruffnut.

The blade was pretty and good quality, sure— but ten gold was A LOT. Like— a lot, a lot. If she could spend ten gold and still have enough left over that she didn't even flinch, just how rich had Astrid become...?

The girls shook off their surprise, recovering from the block of shock that had hit them and returning to their previous demeanour. "Anyway... will you use it in training this afternoon?" (Name) asked, and Astrid shook her head, crossing her arms.

"No, I just wanted it for my collection."

...

"Donate to the poor please."

❝Oh my gods.❞

"Alright laddies, today's lesson is about teamwork! A wet dragon head can't light its fire. The Hideous Zippleback is extra tricky. One of t'e head breathes gas, while the other lights it. Yer lots job is to know which is which,"

The arena was a familiar place by now. A prison in which they had to practically fight for their lives— learning about the threats of the real world in a contained manner. Gas swirled around, the misty and heavy fog blocking everyone's vision as they all stood as close to their partners as possible.

The stench was horrendous, and noses turned up as the smell of the gas reached them, sneering in disgust at the fog. Snotlout and Tuffnut had been paired with one another, either boys standing side by side and rotating in a synchronised manner as they observed the fog obscuring their vision.

Fishlegs could be heard muttering from somewhere far off— and the small bickering of the girls was audible from nearby, though what the two teens focused on was the chittering coming from the fog, a guttural stutter that sent them constantly looking in different directions, hands gripping tight to the water pales in their hands.

"Where is it?" Snotlout asked the other boy, but neither had an answer, whirling around nervously while the water sloshed at the edges of their buckets, some spilling over the edges.

The fogs illusion made it seem as if there was something at every turn— and there was no true way to tell what was what, a figure that may look like a dragon soon disappearing into winding swirls.

"I don't know—" Tuffnut grumbled, his eyes scanning the fog before landing on a darkened section, his eyes widening at the two horns protruding from the outline. "There!" He yelled, turnings Snotlout's attention to the silhouette, and they both snapped in its direction, throwing their buckets at the same time, dispersing the fog between them and the mystery object.

"Hey—! It's just us you idiots!" Ruffnut yelled, the fog parting to reveal the three girls, now drenched in water that had been sloppily splashed on them, and boy— if looks could kill, Snotlout and Tuffnut would be ashes.

"Are you guys blind?" Astrid snapped at them both, though it seemed the anger radiating from the three did nothing to upset the boys, only pulling a smile onto their faces.

"Your butts are getting bigger! We thought you were a dragon," Tuffnut snickered to himself, and the comment only pulled deeper frowns onto the girls faces. "Not that there's anything wrong with a... dragon-esque figure," Snotlout followed up, but it only served to get him 'snotted' in the face by Astrid, making him drop his bucket and Tuffnut being splattered with water by Ruffnut.

"Ruffnut— don't waste your water on them!" (Name) hissed, and her shushing tone was convenient as the next moment Astrid held her hand up, making the other girls stop in their place. "Wait," Astrid looked back to them, everything stilling as they listened to the surroundings— but nothing was heard, not until they yelled in fear as a tail swept under them, knocking them off of their feet and dousing them in another round of water.

"OH IM HURT! IM AM VERY MUCH HURT!"

"Chances of survival are dwindling into the single digits now..." Fishlegs shoved closer to Hiccup, the two having heard the yells of fear from the other side of the ring— and they could only look around at the shrouding gas, trying to find some kind of breakage in the thick mist.

Out of the mist they scrutinised carefully, a head lurched forward, slithering its way through the air and appearing from seemingly nowhere. It was attached to a long neck, and the green scales of its brown dotted hide glimmered in what light shone down into the arena, the dragon chittering as it looked towards Fishlegs.

Fishlegs let out a small squeak, nearly dropping his bucket— and both him and Hiccup jumped back to put some distance between them and the head, piercing yellows eyes gleaming into them.

In a spur of the moment, Fishlegs threw his bucket forward, flitting water onto the dragon and it flinched, shaking off the droplets before turning its now agitated attention back to the Viking who'd thrown the pales contents.

It snarled, and as its jaw opened green gas sprayed, similar to the one shrouding them but more vibrant in colour— and... much worse in terms of smell. "Oh... wrong head," Fishlegs blinked, and once more a seemingly endless stream of green smoke was sprayed at him, the hiss of gas against fresh air setting goosebumps on the poor boys skin.

"AHHHHHHHH!!" He let out a shrill girlish scream as the second head appeared; holding the empty bucket high above his head and darting away in fear.

"FISHLEGS!" Gobber yelped in concern, small sparks igniting from the seconds toothed maw, and the boy managed to jump away— leaving the two heads attentions to turn to the last contender. Hiccup.

He stood small amongst the heads, and their slit pupils snapped to him, the boy holding his bucket close to himself with uncertainty. "Now Hiccup!" Gobber urged the boy to act, and Hiccup shifted on his feet, not knowing if to move or not, or that's what it seemed.

Finally, he adjusted his hold on the wooden bucket before surging it upwards, attempting to soak the head that let sparks fly from between its teeth— but his throw was pitiful, and it only let the water land down on the floor, with an even more angered dragon before him.

Panic surged through the arena, and Gobber jumped forwards, his eyes wide and filled with fear of the worst as the Zippleback reared up and opened its mouth. "HICCUP!" He cried, warning the boy of the impact to come, but the expected combustion of oranges and black smoke never came.

Instead, the fog was flapped away as the large form of the Zippleback lurched away in fear, Hiccup raising to stand more confident— hide hands beckoning the beast backwards, and it obeyed. It actually obeyed him.

"Back— back, back. That's right. Don't make me tell you again," his words word stern, uncharacteristically so for the runty boy and those around could only watch in an utter stupor, jaws slacks with shock as Hiccup the Useless somehow began to coerce a Zippleback to follow his orders.

Its frills struck out, and it hissed in agitation, but still it kept lurching backwards as Hiccup strode towards it, directing it back into the embedded cell that was carved into the wall, the dragon going as far back as it could— even doing so much as to press itself up against the back wall, its feet slipping against the ground as it constantly tried to escape from Hiccup's presence.

"What is he doing...?" (Name) heard Snotlout murmur next to her, but she herself couldn't even answer as she watched with the others as Hiccup commanded the dragons back into its holding cell, only a flash of yellow catching her attention before he was pulling the larger swinging doors shut, slamming the metal hunks of slab together.

The way he'd commanded the dragons so swiftly left a silence hanging over the arena; and Hiccup turned, his innocent face still tucked in the safety of his red scarf. To look so innocent yet so something that made you look so suspicious should be criminal, and the alarm bells were ringing loudly right now.

That was it. Tomorrow— she was seeing what the hell this was about. She'd ignored it for too long.

"So... are we done here? Because... I've uh— I've gotta... go," Hiccup smiled, having turned back around to the line of stumped people, slowly and awkwardly stepping away.

He'd just ended the training sessions early— again. How did he keep doing this? It was perplexing. Hiccup had slowly begun to gain skills, and it seemed she wasn't the only one who noticed it, but she was the only suspicious one.

Maybes it's because she saw that blackened spot fall from the sky that morning, and she'd saw the supposed crash sight— maybe that's why she found him even more strange than he was before.

The irony was bitter honestly. Hiccup had somehow gotten better at what everyone wanted him to be good at, and even she had someday hoped the boy would come to join the rest of the teens level someday— but the moment he did, she couldn't help the churn of her gut, the twist of her heart that spurred in a strange way.

She'd been so enraptured in her head that she hadn't even noticed just how far she'd walked after training until she came face to face with her huts door, her own self standing on the porch and boring a blank stare into the wooden planks, as if asking them for answers, but she didn't receive an answer.

She'd shook her head, bringing herself back to reality— and stepped inside, the door shutting behind her. The house was cold on the inside, the fire having dimmed out during the day, and she sighed at the chill, hoping to come home to a warmed house.

Yet, since her parents were still gone, she was left to stroll over to the coals, grabbing the poker and using the metal stick to shift the hot rocks, listening as the sizzled when heating back up again.

Orange began to simmer beneath the charred fuel, and she placed the poker back into its holder, this time reaching over for a log of pre-chopped fire wood, throwing it into the growing blaze and watching as the bark slowly was set alight, burning bright as time passed by.

Her form collapsed on the stiff leather of the couch, and she sunk back into the hardened seats, her eyes staring up at the ceiling lit up with orange.

Her thoughts flashed with Hiccup, and a turmoil stirred within her, unresolved and poking at her insides, nagging her until she focused on it again every-time her attention was drawn to something else.

Reaching in to her furred scarf, she pulled out the stone from before, the light weight rock now warm— nicely so as she held it within her hands, glancing down to it and sighing heavily.

"Is he being suspicious or am I just crazy?" Perhaps the latter was true, considering how she'd begun to vent her feelings to the recently bought stone, but she'd heard rumours of Fishlegs having rock pets, so what was so wrong with her having one?

"I mean— he's definitely hiding something. Like, how does he get that good! I know I'm not insane! You don't think I'm insane right?" She threw her other arm in exaggeration; and at her last words she turned her gaze back down to the rock, a silence stilling as an answer was waited for.

...

"Gods... who am I kidding. I'm talking to a rock, maybe I am crazy," she grumbled, running her free hand down her face as to rub away the irritation buzzing under her skin like flies that kept coming back after every swat.

"Maybe I should go talk to Astrid..." she mumbled to herself, eyes drifting away to the blazing hearth, emitting a warmth that mellowed out the nipping insides of her house.

"Yeah— she's always brutally honest," (Name) nodded to herself, rock still in hand as she looked back at the blue stone once again.

CRACK.

What.

#hiccup x reader #how to train your dragon #httyd #canon divergence #hiccup fanfic #hiccup haddock #httyd fanfic #httyd hiccup #norse mythology #dragons

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alkalineapparition · 16 days ago

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König x Reader | Full Chapter

Part 20 - I've got a blood trail, red in the blue

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The late afternoon sun peeks through the common room blinds, and you unwittingly stretch into its glare—briefly blinding yourself. Wincing, you drape your arms behind your head.

It's Friday, and you've been working like a dog all week. Sleepless nights spent tackling task after task assigned by Aksel as the 141 awaits their next assignment. He's certainly had plenty for you to do. It's hard to remember the last time you were this busy.

But it's... pleasant, in a way. Normal. You've been afforded something invaluable; time. Time to acclimate to John Price's presence.

You've not really spoken to him, had no reason to. But you've seen him around: in the mess, in the corridors, sometimes at the gym. It's made it easier to swallow, to separate the Captain from the man you'd died for. No more acrid burning on the back of your tongue every time your eyes meet. And, by pure luck it seems, you've managed to avoide talking talking him. You're aware that particular privilege has an expiration date.

Still, there is a downside to working night and day. You've barely seen König, and you can't deny that it chafes. You miss him, foolish as it is—

"Hallo, Taube."

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. The familiar voice sends a shiver up your neck. You tilt your head, resting it on the back of the couch.

"Hey, König." Even upside down, you can see the crinkles at the corners of his eyes as he smiles.

His hands settle on either side of your head, his face lowering just a few inches closer to yours.

"Are you busy tonight?" The question is quiet, and you have to take a moment to clear the haze wrapping your brain in cotton.

"Uh... no, why?" It's embarrassing how breathless you sound.

"I seem to remember promising you a drink once healed. And..." His eyes rove your face, "You look like you need one." A smirk colors his voice, the teasing lilt unmistakable.

You gasp at the audacity, hands coming up to smooth down the hair thats managed to escape your braid.

"I do not!"

"Yes, yes. You are the picture of grace, mm?"

Narrowing your eyes into a glare, you shut your laptop with a huff. "You're lucky I was done for the day." You aren't.

"One hour. I will meet you there."

It's a command, not a request. With your head still tilted back, your gaze lingers on his backside as he leaves, unable to stop the little grin tugging at your lips.

~•~

You're doing your best not to freak out.

Why, oh why have you not been clothes shopping? Running your fingers through your damp hair, you tug at the roots, trying to calm yourself.

You have tons of work clothes, and there's no shortage of active wear either, piles of folded leggings and oversized shirts spilling from the dresser in your frantic search for anything not made of spandex or cotton. Not to mention the veritable mountain of pajamas in your hamper.

All that's left are a single pair of jeans and a little black dress. The jeans are passable, a little worn maybe, but acceptable. However, not a single top you own is anything more than perfunctory—boring. Your eyes linger on the dress as you chew your lip in contemplation.

It's the only "nice" item in your pathetic assortment of clothing. The plan was simple: plenty of work and gym wear, a set of casual jeans, and one dress for fancy events. Now you see it was an not just oversight, but a disaster in the making.

It's not that you don't want cute clothes— you do. But the past few years have been brutal on your body.

Now you're in arguably the best shape of your life, yet still hadn't had the time to shop. In fact, you haven't left base since your last mission.

It always seemed like a waste of time and money to buy new clothes, just to not fit in them after a few months. And now you're regretting that decision.

The dress is pretty (if it still fits), but it's a bit much for a bar, isn't it? It's not like this is a date...

The idea of wearing old jeans and a t-shirt makes you cringe. Not a date, but you want to feel pretty for once. Like a woman instead of a soldier, while you sit and have a drink with the man you can't seem to evict from your thoughts. Even if he isn't interested. It can be just for you and no one else. Right?

Fuck it.

Might as well go full send.

Pulling on a pair of sheer black stockings, you eye your scant shoe collection. There really isn't an excuse for that one.

Plenty of work boots and trainers, but only one set of heels. Nothing as nice as stilletos, but it will have to do.

Resigned to letting your hair be, you quickly swipe on some mascara. You're pretty sure your foundation expired a while ago...

No nice coat either. Damn.

It's warm enough to forgo it. You didn't put in this much effort to ruin it with a holey jumper. The mask does that plenty by itself.

You give yourself one last once-over. It does show more of your chest than you'd like, scars fully on display. But there's nothing to be done about that. Besides, König didn't seem to mind them...

"Suck it the fuck up," you hiss to yourself. You take out your phone and enter the address König sent you.

~•~

The closer you get to the bar, the more you regret walking— these shoes were never made for it.

Just as the ache in your feet threatens toward a throb, you spot the flickering neon sign, denoting the name you've heard in passing from your teammates on numerous occasions. Dread pools in your belly at the sight of the crumbling building.

A damn dive bar.

You agonize, feeling very much overdressed and out of place. All you ever want is to blend in, but tonight you'll stick out like a sore thumb.

The inside is dark and hazy with smoke. The sticky floors cling to your shoes, a nasty reminder of fluids that were never mopped up. Music crackles through blown out speakers, and it smells like the aftermath of a night out in the men's barracks

With your arms wrapped around yourself, you desperately scan the room for König. He's nearly seven feet tall, how is he this hard to spot?

Persperation prickles at your skin. Just as you're about to become another layer of grime on the floor, you spot a massive figure in a round corner booth.

The tension in your shoulders melts. Walking quickly, a smile forming—

Woah.

Internally, two sides of you war against the other.

On one hand, what are the odds of another masked, seven-foot-tall giant waiting alone in a bar?

On the other... that's some seriously red hair.

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atychiphobia (1) | lee chan

genre: non idol! dino, figure skater! dino, skier! reader, sports au

pairings: chan x afab reader

warnings: mentions of anxiety

word count: 5.5k

note: introducing part 1 of chan’s series! i think this will roughly have maybe five to six parts, each being around 5k-6k words. i have included some original characters within the storyline for plot reasons as well, but you should see some familiar names too! let me know what you guys think and if you would like to be added to the tag list ☺️

•••

you have trained your entire life for the chance to compete in the Olympics. starting at age six, you practiced almost every day. although, at the time, you felt miserable; you knew that you were setting yourself up for victory someday. through countless training sessions and hard work, you caught the attention of the norwegian public earning you the nickname "the scandinavian sweetheart," and a spot to compete in the 2018 olympics in pyeongchang, South Korea.

to you, it felt like you went from being nobody to somebody overnight. after one brilliant run in the FIS Freestyle World Championships, you became a household name. with your almost white hair and beautiful blue eyes, you became a role model for the young girls and a hopeless crush for the boys. your coach, Aksel, basked in the praise and attention that his bright star had begun to receive.

sponsors came rolling in like waves, your follower count on every social media platform skyrocketed, television broadcasts constantly stated the fact that you were the best athlete in the entire country of norway. to Aksel, this meant that after coaching you for nearly ten years, his work was beginning to payoff. their work was beginning to payoff.

however, you did not see it that way.

in your mind, your work had yet to begun.

before you could begin to believe that you were indeed the Scandinavian sweetheart, you had to prove to yourself that you deserved the title, that you deserved to be in Pyeongchang. the only way to do that is to win gold.

other athletes were hungry for the gold mainly for the fame and validation that accompanied it while with you; you just didn't want to be a disappointment to yourself and your country.

"y/n, are you listening to me?"

you turned your eyes away from the view outside the car window and turned your head toward your coach, your eyebrows raised. "Yes, Aksel?"

"we are almost to the hotel, so I want to lie down some ground rules," he explained. "one, do not pig out on any form of sweets. two, you will be asleep by eleven at the latest to make sure you are well rested. finally, three, do not go anywhere without informing me first even if you just want coffee down the street. I will drive you in the car."

Aksel rented a car for their sixteen day stay in Pyeongchang in case you wished to travel throughout the city. the thought of you taking the bus or walking made his stomach churn. due to the sickness that was plaguing multiple countries during the winter months, he was terrified you would become sick before your competition even begun.

of course, you had no problem with following any of the rules you coach created. you did not have an outgoing personality, so staying up past eleven and traveling throughout Korea wasn't something you were planning to do.

the car rolled to a stop outside the hotel and the cold air of Pyeongchang felt like a slap in the face to you as you climbed out. of course, norway was colder than Korea currently, but after being in a heated car for a few hours, you were caught off guard.

Aksel walked around to the back of the car, you following close behind, willing to help carry whatever your small frame could.

"put this on," Aksel instructed, holding something out toward you as he opened the trunk.

you took the item into the palm of your hand, a look of pure confusion on your face. "why do I have to wear a face mask?"

"because of sickness, y/n," he replied, pulling multiple suitcases out of the trunk of the car. "the flu is going around and it's common courtesy to wear a mask to prevent the spread."

you did not like germs. you were borderline germaphobic even. the thought of millions of bacteria floating through the air was enough to set you on edge, but you also despised the feeling of the cloth against your face. the texture just felt wrong. however, you did as you were told without complaint.

you positioned the strings of the cloth behind your ears before reaching down to grab your backpack, slinging it onto your back, and your suitcase.

"I got your skis," Aksel told you, slamming the trunk shut. He slung his duffel bag over his shoulder before grabbing your fluorescent yellow skis off of the ground and starting toward the entrance of the hotel.

you quickly followed, your breath coming out in puffs and fading into the frozen air.

when they entered the hotel, the first thing that greeted them was a small Korean man positioned behind the front desk. He smiled as they saw them. "hello. welcome to the Athlete Village."

you let Aksel do the talking while you glanced around at the architecture. Everything just looked so elegant and grand. you felt slightly out of place.

"Which athlete is competing?" the dark-haired man asked.

Aksel stated your name and the man turned to his computer, typing quickly.

"We have her rooming with another women," the Korean man explained. "Is that okay?"

"y/n-“ Aksel spoke, but when he turned around you were no longer behind him. Instead your feet carried you across the hotel lobby and into the arms of a familiar red-haired girl.

the girl was caught off guard at the sudden contact, causing her to drop her bags onto the floor.

"y/n, you are so lucky that I wasn't carrying my skis!" she cried. "you could have just came up and hugged me like a normal human being instead of attacking me."

you grinned, your arms still around the korean girl's neck. "what would be the fun in that, jihyo?"

with a defeated grin, the korean girl hugged her best friend of four years tightly. "It's really good to see you."

"I can't believe it's been six months since we've seen each other."

jihyo opened to her mouth to respond, but was interrupted by Aksel who cleared his throat loudly.

"you and y/n will be roommates for the duration of your stay," he explained. "each country has their own designated floor; however, I pulled some springs and jihyo’s coach allowed her to be placed on Norway's instead of south korea’s. I assumed that you both would like to be placed together instead of with a stranger."

you and jihyo were best friends. you were the best friends that had countless inside jokes and would stay up until early morning talking about anything and everything. jihyo even decided to train in Norway for part of the year to be closer to you. but though all the jokes and laughs, they both knew that putting them in a hotel room together was not the greatest idea.

"that’s why coach just randomly shoved a keycard in my hand and took off," jihyo scoffed. she ran a hand through her hair before muttering "god give me strength," under her breath. you easily overheard.

"why would God have to give you strength if you are rooming with me? I am a blessing after all," you teased.

jihyo rolled her eyes as they followed Aksel toward the elevator that would carry them all the way up to the eighteenth floor which was built to house as many athletes from Norway as possible.

to the two athletes, the elevator ride seemed extremely short while Aksel felt that it lasted forever. from the lobby floor to the eighteenth, he had to tell you to calm down a total of five times due to your rapid talking directed toward jihyo.

at last they were standing in front of room 46.

"this is your room," the older man remarked. "here’s your room key. please be responsible and do not lose it."

"I won't!" you retorted.

"but remember our rules, y/n," Aksel advised.

“of course. don’t eat sweets, don't stay up past eleven and if I want to go anywhere, I have to inform you."

aksel smiled. "i knew you were always smart." He reached into his duffel bag and tossed a box into your hands. "also, here."

your eyes widened as you surveyed what you were holding. "condoms? why are you giving me a box of condoms?"

"they are not from me. the Olympic village gives each athlete a small box every year." the older man said casually as if it wasn't a big deal. "use them as you please."

"so you are giving me permission?" you asked warily, raising your eyebrows.

"as long as you are asleep by eleven, there won't be a problem," Aksel responded. "i’ll be on the coach's floor if you need me."

as your coach started back down the hallway toward the elevators, you handed your to key to jihyo who didn't feel like digging her own key out of her bag.

jihyo swapped the card in the door and pushed it open before stepping inside.

"would you like to explain to me why each athlete gets condoms when they check in?" you asked as she shut the door behind her.

the red-headed girl chucked her bags onto the floor before replying. "have you heard anyone say 'what happens in the Olympic village stays in the Olympic village?' well, it's because casual sex happens a lot. I mean, a lot."

jihyo pulled her jacket off, bending down to stuff it into one of her many suitcases. "I read an article a couple weeks ago that said Pyeongchang are expecting 2,925 athletes to compete. If you are a math whiz like me, that works out to around thirty-seven condoms per person."

you stepped past the older girl, sitting your suitcase onto the bed furthest from the window. you unzipped it before stuffing your red Norway jacket inside.

"the article also said at the Olympic Games in Seoul in 1988, there were so many condoms on top of athlete housing that they literally had to make a rule banning outdoor sex."

your face twisted in disgust at the thought of actually being naked outside with another person. the very thought of being naked in front of another person disgusted you, but doing it where there was no privacy was even worse.

"what person needs thirty-seven condoms over a two-week time frame?" you asked, tucking a strand of your blonde hair behind your ear.

jihyo grinned. "oh, you poor innocent child. when my sister was in the Olympics in 2000 she went through fifteen and some of her friends went through more than that."

your hometown of Oslo, Norway was called the one night stand capital of Europe for a reason. casual sex was a common occurrence and when you used to attend public school, it seemed like every day someone in group of friends had hooked up with someone. you were only one who didn't broadcast your sex life or therefore; your lack of one. so hearing that some people were able to have sex at least fifteen times in a two week period was amazing to you.

"let’s go explore downstairs. I heard that there is a pool." jihyo pulled a plain black hoodie onto her body. "besides, I'm starving."

"do you think there will be grandiosa?" you asked curiously.

"you are the only person who comes to South Korea hoping for Norwegian frozen pizza."

•••

due to this being the first time you had ever had the opportunity to compete in the Olympics, you were nervous to go downstairs.

jihyo was full of excitement and energy. she was excited to see fellow athletes that she hadn't seen since the last Winter Olympics. she was so excited that she failed to see how uncomfortable the younger girl felt.

jihyo had always been known as an outgoing and adventurous person. no matter what was thrown her way, she took it in stride. whether it be meeting someone new or traveling to a foreign country, she could deal with it without stumbling. that was the prime reason why you and her got along as well as you did.

every single time you were with jihyo, you were shoved out of your comfort zone.

today was no different.

you weren’t exactly nervous about meeting new people. you were just afraid that you would embarrass herself.

the two individuals threaded in between the multiple tables that filled the dining area of the hotel, but jihyo automatically stopped in her tracks when you clutched onto her arm, forcing her to stop.

"oh my god," you said, your eyes widening.

jihyo looked at her with puzzlement on her face. "what? what are you looking at?"

you nodded her head in the direction of a brown-haired girl. "it’s jiheon.”

jihyo’s eyes darted back and forth between you two, surprise in her features. "how did she even make it to the Olympics? the last time I saw her skate, she sucked."

"she was barely fourteen when you saw her last," you retorted, your anxiety spiking. "she’s like really good now."

almost as if the younger girl knew she was being discussed, she turned her head in the direction of where you were standing. before jiheon could comprehend who she was looking at, you grabbed jihyo’s arm shoving her toward one of the tables.

"she’s looking over here. get under the table now!" you got on your hands and knees, pulling the back the tablecloth and seeking solstice under the small round surface. "come on! hurry up!"

jihyo appeared beside in a mess of arms and legs and a hiss left her lips as she happened to hit her leg against one of the wooden chairs. "ow, fuck!"

"hush!" you told her, half tempted to place a hand over your best friend's mouth.

"i wasn't even being loud!" the older girl protested.

"do you even realize what her being here means, jihyo?" you questioned. "bad things! it means bad things are bound to happen!"

"why? you guys used to be like extremely close to one another."

you gave your best friend a pointed look and realization dawned on jihyo’s face. "oh, I get it now."

"yeah and if we run into each other, I will-"

your words trailed off as the white tablecloth shifted to reveal a boy with curly brown hair. he stared at the two humans under the table with curiosity in his eyes, but he did not speak.

he seemed slightly familiar to you, but you couldn't place where you had seen him before.

the awkward eye contact that you were holding with the boy was broken as a noise was heard from above.

"why are you looking under the table?" a voice questioned, curiosity in his voice.

the tablecloth moved once again as another boy peeked his head in to survey the two girls. "oh, that's why."

"do a lot of people hide under the table at the Olympics?" the curly haired boy asked.

"not usually."

you smiled sheepishly at the two boys before turning to your best friend. "i think we are in the clear now."

"we were probably in the clear before," the older girl mumbled as they climbed out from under the table to see that jiheon was in fact out of sight.

"i don't appreciate the tone that you use when you are talking to me."

"do I look like I care?" she questioned.

their blickering was interrupted by one of the boys in front of them clearing their throat.

"why were you guys hiding under the table?" the younger boy asked, cocking his head to the side.

"oh, it's such a long story, but needless to say, we were trying to avoid someone." you couldn't help but blush as the boy spoke to you. you couldn't believe that you got caught hiding under a table by two boys because you were afraid to speak to a girl you hadn't seen in almost two years.

"she was trying to avoid someone. I was not," jihyo clarified.

the black haired boy just smiled, gesturing to himself and the other boy. "I'm joshua hong and this is vernon chwe."

at the mention of the two korean boys' names, your mind was refreshed and instantly flashed back to the last time you had saw them skate. it had been over two years ago.

you had been amazed by the man named josh and how he seemed to have the entire audience in the palm of his hand without even trying. the plushies thrown into the rink at the end of his performance to celebrate almost brought tears to your eyes.

with vernon, you remembered him for his flawless routine that was particularly hard, especially for someone for his age. however, he pulled it off effortlessly. you also remembered him falling asleep against josh’s shoulder during one of their post interviews.

jihyo smiled at the boys. "I'm jihyo and before you think I'm a freak, she's the one that dragged me under the table, not the other way around. I'm completely normal, I promise."

you rolled your eyes. "she's not normal. she's a liar." you turned back to josh and vernon. "it’s nice to meet you guys. I'm y/n."

josh raised his eyebrows at you. "you saw us skate before, haven't you? you were sitting in the VIP section and you told me good luck right before I got on the ice."

on top of irrational fear of failure, you were also afraid of being forgotten. you were afraid that the moment your soul left the earth that your name would leave the world's minds. you would mean nothing, so the shock on your face was apparent as josh explained that after two years he remembered your face.

your tone of voice gave away your surprise to his reaction. "yeah, I'm surprised you remembered that."

"well, it made me feel happy, so yeah, thank you for that." josh gave you a kind smile. "have you guys ate anything yet?"

jihyo shook her head. "No, but I'm starving."

josh gestured in the direction behind him before turning back towards the girls. "uh, we have a bunch of friends in the lounge room. there’s food in there if you would like to join us."

you opened your mouth to respond, but jihyo was already replying. "of course, we would love to!"

with everyone in agreement, the girls followed the boys toward the lounge area for any of the athletes who wished to use it.

as they entered the lounge area only two people were present. your eyes widened with recognition as you took in the sight of the two familiar human before you.

"y/n!" hirai momo screeched, throwing herself into the arms of the younger girl the moment she realized she was in the room. "I've missed you so much!"

choi seungcheol smiled at the blonde girl. "she really has. all she's been talking about for the last few weeks is how she'll get to see you at the Olympics."

"you are as excited to see her as I am," momo retorted. "Don't act like you're not!"

"I'm not acting," seungcheol responded as momo stepped back from the Norwegian girl, allowing her figure skating partner to step forward.

the dark-haired boy held his hands out to his sides, gesturing for you to come forward and hug him. you slowly wrapped her arms around seungcheol’s waist. his arms tightened around your small frame for a brief period before he mumbled "we both really missed you."

"I missed you guys too," you responded, your voice muffled by the boy’s shirt.

jihyo snickered beside you as she noticed the red color that had appeared on your normally pale cheeks.

a few seconds later, you guys pulled away from one another, which allowed momo to once again throw her arm over your shoulder.

"chan was here a few minutes ago, but I think he decided to go take a nap in his room," she explained. "but don't worry, you'll meet him soon."

a flash of black hair appeared in her mind at the mention of the name chan; however, you couldn't picture his face.

"sana, sana, come here!" momo gestured to the small Asian girl who had just entered the room.

the girl named sana came over to the small group of figure skaters, a smile on her face. "Hi!"

"sana, this is y/n and her friend, jihyo," momo explained. "y/n is competing in freestyle skiing for Norway while jihyo is competing in alpine skiing for korea."

jihyo smiled. "Nice to meet you."

you gave the girl a smile as well. "i’ve seen you skate before. You are very elegant."

momo responded with a polite thank you as momo led you toward the couch that seungcheol had previously been sitting on; his spot was now occupied by Joshua Hong.

due to not having seen you in person for at least six months, momo’s lips moved a mile a minute as she covered every topic from ice dancing to her and seungcheol’s YouTube channel.

you listened carefully and carried on the conversation until she was interrupted by the red headed korean girl.

jihyo cleared her throat.

"i don't mean to be rude, but where's the food?"

•••

you had only been in Pyeongchang for almost two days and you were already finding yourself feeling homesick. maybe you missed the weather of Norway or maybe you just missed not having huge amounts of pressure on your shoulders. you weren’t exactly sure. all you knew was that you missed home.

Aksel assured you that what you were feeling was completely normal and it was as a result of the fact that you never had been this far away from your home country before.

you had trouble adjusting to the time change as well. when it was night fall in South Korea, it was mid-afternoon in Norway. needless to say, you hadn't gotten much sleep since arriving and it was easy to tell.

a yawn escaped your lips as all the athletes were ushered toward the dining area after the introduction ceremony. over 2,500 athletes from various countries all had to stand up on stage and be introduced to everyone in attendance. you would be lying if you said that you didn't fall asleep on your coach’s shoulder until your name was called.

it was now almost ten at night and all the athletes were just now about to eat dinner. much to the blonde's surprise, you didn't feel that hungry. all you wanted to do was go to sleep.

"hey, jihyo?" you asked, grabbing ahold of your roommate's arm as weaved through the crowd of people. "i think I'm going to go to our room."

the red-headed girl furrowed her eyebrows with concern. "are you feeling okay?"

you gave a weak smile. "you know Aksel's rules. in bed by eleven."

you loved jihyo dearly, but you didn't want to admit how scared you were to compete and how that was draining you mentally. during the entire Olympic introduction ceremony, multiple athletes; some you knew, some you didn't, approached you and wished you luck. everyone seemed to know your name and were hoping that you made Norway proud.

that just made you feel extremely pressured and nervous. what would happen if you failed? what would happen if you didn't medal? not only would your entire country be disappointed, so would Aksel, your mother, and at the current rate, the whole world.

you could imagine the headlines now as you started down the hallway toward the elevator.

y/n, the Scandinavian sweetheart, falls short in first Olympic debut.

you wouldn't be able to recover from that. a failure that extreme would cause you to put away your skis forever.

a familiar voice pulled you out of your thoughts while also causing your blood to run cold.

"well, it's none other y/n. it's been such a long time."

you knew that you should keep walking. you knew that you shouldn't stop and acknowledge the person speaking from behind you, but every muscle in your body seemed to lock up at the sound of the voice.

you slowly turned around to face the brown-haired boy who was watching you with an amused smirk on his face as he walked toward you.

"i knew that you were bound to make it to the Olympics this year, especially with all the news coverage you've been receiving," jonas solhelm told you. "you are finally having your talent recognized. jiheon was so happy when they called you up on stage."

you surveyed the taller boy in front of you with wary eyes. his tone of voice was too nice. too fake.

although jonas wasn't invading your personal space yet, you still felt boxed in. you felt like you were trapped unable to escape.

"are you still with that choi dude?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "or did Aksel make you break up with him?"

"seungcheol and I were never together," you responded, your voice barely above a whisper. "we are just good friends."

you were being honest, but you could tell by jonas’s facial expression that he didn't believe you.

the boy shrugged. "i noticed that he wasn't sitting at your table, so i was just curious, but whatever you say. it honestly doesn't matter to me anyway."

then why did you ask?

the thought that jonas had been close enough to you to see your table during the introduction ceremony made you feel slightly ill. he was watching you when you didn't even know that he was present in the room.

you desperately wanted to escape to your room or to the dining area where the dinner was underway, but it was practically impossible to do so. if you tried to walk past jonas or tried to walk the opposite direction away from him, he would most likely grab your arm to keep you from leaving.

"jiheon told me that she thought she saw you yesterday in the dining area, but she wasn't sure because you disappeared before she could reach you." your hands began to shake as jonas inched closer to you. "last time i knew you and her were on good terms. why are you avoiding her? it would break her heart to know that you no longer want to speak to her."

you had never been weak-minded or weak-willed. you knew that jonas was just trying to get a reaction out of you. he was trying to get you to feel guilty, but somehow his words still felt like knives hitting your skin.

"jonas, please just leave me alone, okay?" you responded, your voice surprisingly firm. "you and I are on polite terms. don’t ruin that."

your words seemed to go in jonas’s ears and leave without even making an impact. he just stepped closer to you. "that’s why i’m talking to you, y/n. because we are on polite terms. i’m just being nice. i’m doing nothing wrong."

all of the words that were filling your mind; begging you to tell jonas off, begging you to tell him to leave you alone once more, seemed to disappear the moment you needed them most.

"i think she said to leave her alone," a voice responded from behind jonas causing him to turn.

you weren’t able to see who the speaker was based on jonas obstructing your view, but you couldn't help but breath sigh a relief at the thought of no longer being alone with jonas. he made you feel extremely unsafe.

"you aren't a part of this conversation," jonas backfired.

the boy with the dark hair stepped in between jonas and you, his body slightly turned toward you in a protective stance. "yes, I am, and now, you no longer are."

you took in the boy positioned in front of you and your eyes rested on his frame. one word popped into your mind.

chan.

this was chan.

jonas and the boy facing off against one another had to be an odd sight. jonas was every bit the height of six foot, so he had a good five inches on chan, but he didn't look intimidated in the slightest. he stood his ground with his head held high while you remained silent, praying that a fight wouldn't occur.

when jonas realized that the boy wasn't going to move from his position, he rolled his eyes. "whatever." he made brief eye contact with you. "hopefully, i’ll see you around at some point."

he turned around and headed back toward the dining area. you watched him go until he was out of sight.

"are you okay?" chan asked, his dark eyes meeting contact with your bright blue ones as he turned to face you. "he didn't hurt you or anything?"

you swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat and took a deep breath before responding. "no, he didn't. thank you so much for helping me."

"no worries." he smiled, holding out his hand for you to shake. "i’m lee chan."

when you accepted chan’s hand, you hoped that he didn't realize how clammy your hands were. he showed no signs that he noticed. "so you are chan. it’s an honor to meet you. i’m y/n."

chan cocked his head to the side. "momo and seungcheol haven't stopped talking about you since they arrived."

that statement caused a smile to appear on your features. "only good things, i hope?"

chan nodded. "absolutely. they both adore you. they also never shut up about how talented you are when it comes to skiing."

you did not particularly like praise, but you never felt embarrassed by it, so you were shocked when you found yourself cheeks heating up at the boy's words.

"I heard that you are amazing in your sport as well."

he shrugged. "i'm okay." he was quick to change the subject.

"um, would you mind if i walked you back to your room?" chan asked. "just in case that guy tries to bother you again."

you knew jonas solheim better than you knew yourself. there was no way he was going to try to approach you again after the encounter with chan. however, you weren't about to turn down the figure skater's kind gesture.

"yeah, sure. thank you."

you and chan started down the hallway. although he was taller, you were able to keep up with his stride easily.

as they arrived at the elevator, you clicked the button, causing the silver doors open up and both of you stepped inside.

"what floor is norway?" The figure skater asked.

"eighteen."

"cool. my floor is six."

the button lit up as it was pressed and the elevator doors closed.

the elevator had reached the fifth floor before chan decided to break the silence. "so who was that guy?" he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

"jonas solhelm, norway's prime athlete in skeleton," you responded, glancing down at your feet. that wasn't the answer chan wanted; you knew that. he wanted to know how you knew the boy, but that detail wasn't important.

"skeleton honestly scares the shit out of me," chan replied with a visible shudder.

you giggled, causing a feeling of happiness to form in the figure skater's chest at the fact that he was able to make you laugh after what occurred in the hallway. "me too. sliding down a course head first at sixty miles or more an hour is very scary, but some people live for the thrill."

"figure skating is enough of a thrill for me."

only a few seconds later, the elevator doors opened and the two athletes stepped out into the hallway.

It didn't take long to get to room forty-six.

"well, this is my room," you remarked, stopping in front of the door that had a gold 46 engraved on it.

"alright," chan said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "have a nice sleep, okay? i know how tiring today has been for all of us."

you slid your key card in the door and a clicking sounded. "you too, chan. thank you for walking me to my room. i really appreciate it."

he smiled. "couldn’t risk you getting cornered by that creep again."

you pushed the door to room open, leaning against it. "goodnight, chan."

"sweet dreams, y/n."

TAGS: @aaniag @wonwooz1 @chweverni

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legitalicat · 1 year ago

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Comes Life

Header by @zaldritzosrose

AN: Happy birthday @foxyanon !!! I love you so much, you are a beautiful presence in my life and I hope to never lose you. Just a sweet little fluff.

This is a follow up to Forged From Death.

Summary: Sihtric's family reacts to his return to Coccham.

CW: fluff

Pairings: Sihtric Kjartansson x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Ten years had passed since your marriage. It was a good time. Your husband did not settle with his age, as some thought would happen, yet you did not wish him to. Watching him be just as excitable now as the day you met him, just as much a warrior, was everything you had hoped.

Your daughter Astra had grown. She now stood nearly as tall as you at fourteen years of age. Every day, she reminded you of Sihtric just as she reminded him of you. You were grateful her blood did not win out in the determination of who she was. She was far gentler than her blood, smarter. A near perfect flower, thankfully only knowing the love of Sihtric as a father.

In your marriage to Sihtric, you had welcomed four more children. Twin boys, Bjorn and Finn, were birthed in the first year of your marriage. They were near perfect replicas of Sihtric physically, Finn even having heterochromia like his father, but you thank the gods every day they were calmer than he was. Four years after that, you welcomed another girl, who you named Frida. She was a perfect mixture of you and Sihtric, though she fully embodied his spirit. And just half a year ago, you welcomed a baby boy you named Aksel. Sihtric told you he looked a lot like his own mother, and he was by far your easiest babe.

Sihtric was a doting father. His relationship with Astra never wavered, even as their family grew. When the twins came, he determined that each child had to have time with him alone. They all spent moments together as a family, of course. Though he could not ever let his children think they were not everything to him. With Frida’s arrival, he dedicated more time to spending with them instead of taking time away from them for her. With Aksel, while the boy was much too small to do what the older children do, he would make sure that every he would take as much of his care on that he physically could.

Astra was at an age where she liked spending some time alone, especially when Sihtric was off on raids. You did not push as she would come to you when she felt like it. And with the little ones, you knew it could be a bit overwhelming. It seemed that just allowing her this freedom made her want to spend time with you all instead of withdrawing more.

You had taken your boys and Frida just past the tree line. Berries were plentiful, and Finn especially loved to pick them. For every three, he would toss one. He said it was a gift for the birds. Bjorn would toss one in his mouth for every two berries he picked, saying it was a gift for him. You watched as Frida started to pick berries only to start watching the butterflies.

It was a good life, truly. While you had been a warrior, and one day would be again, your heart was contented by taking care of your family. Your soul felt contented when you got to see your husband’s return.

As if the gods themselves were listening to your thoughts, the bell signaling the warriors returning rang through the distance. Bjorn and Finn immediately stopped what they were doing and began running back into town. Frida giggled as she stood up and walked over to you to take your hand. Forgetting the baskets, you took your two youngest excitedly into town.

When in the center of town, you saw Astra hugging Sihtric tightly around the middle as he lifted Bjorn into the air and Finn wrapped himself around Sihtric’s leg. Choruses of the twins gleefully telling their da about their days nearly drowned out every other person. Frida pulled desperately against your hand and you let her go so she could run to him.

Sihtric’s laugh when Frida wrapped around the other leg wafted through the air like the most beautiful melody. He loved his children so much that it was enough to make one ache. If he hadn’t been so insistent on you needing breaks between children, you’re sure you would have given him more. If for no other reason than because he seemed happiest with them.

“Alright, my precious kits, line up for me,” he said with a laugh before putting Bjorn on the ground.

You stood off a bit to the side, giving him his moment with them. He had always allowed them to greet him however they wished. It was the best way to feel their love for him, he said. And after a few moments, he would like them up and greet them individually, so they could feel his love for them.

“Little one,” he said as he hugged Astra. He had tried once a few years ago to change her nickname to something different, something more fitting. But she wouldn’t allow it, taking pride in the nickname.

“I missed you, papa,” she said, hugging him back just as tightly.

In your eyes, their relationship was so special. He never looked at her differently once the twins were born. She was his just as the children of his blood. At times, you almost forgot that she wasn’t. Sihtric was quick to remind everyone at any opportunity that she was his.

“Just as I missed you, little one,” he said quietly. He kissed the top of her head before pulling away and kneeling down in front of Finn. “My fierce little warrior, you must have grown a foot in my absence.”

Finn wrapped his arms tightly around Sihtric’s neck and laughed. “I eat what ma tells me to so I can be strong like you, da,” Finn told him. “I made sure to protect everyone.”

Sihtric chuckled at his words. Finn, having been just a few moments older than his brother, took it upon himself to be the man of the house when Sihtric was gone. Despite Astra being able to hold him at bay with the handle of her axe, Finn insisted he was the strongest warrior in Coccham. He took his job seriously, too, circling the house at night just as Sihtric does, at least once, to make sure there were no surprises. Your husband only indulged these thoughts, assuring him he would one day join the raiding party with himself, Osferth, Uhtred, and Finan.

“I have no doubts,” Sihtric said. He planted a kiss on top of Finn’s head, making the boy giggle before he pulled back and turning to Bjorn. “The slyest fox in all of Wessex, you have grown too,” he said happily, taking Bjorn into his arms.

“Ma said I can have berries when we pick them,” Bjorn said defensively, hugging Sihtric back nonetheless.

Sihtric always thought Bjorn was the most mischievous of the children. Sometimes he would hide for a while just because he found it funny. Other times, he would sneak a roll or sweet when he thought nobody was looking.

Your eyes shifted for a moment to see Astra and Finn greeting their uncles. Astra took great comfort in having all of them home. She said it was when she felt safest. Finn, sensing his sister’s ease, would also calm down a bit and be a bit more playful. With a small smile, you looked back to your husband.

“And I am certain you take all you can get,” Sihtric laughed. A kiss to the top of the head and he pulled away, letting Bjorn join his siblings with their uncles. He then turned to Frida. “Butterfly, oh I almost did not recognize you, you grow more fearsome.”

Frida giggled and hugged him. He stood, lifting her up in his arms. Frida did not say much, always being quiet and more reserved. She was merely contented in being held by him.

Then Sihtric looked up at you. His still wide smile softened. The love he had for you was just as evident now as it was the day you married. To him, you were perfect and beautiful. A fearsome woman, of course, but a treasure worthy of the gods. He kissed Frida’s head and handed her to Osferth, arguably her favorite uncle, before walking up to you.

“My littlest kit,” he said softly, kissing Aksel’s forehead.

“And just as sweet as the oldest,” you commented, smiling up at him.

He rested his forehead against yours, still looking down at the babe in your arms. Your heart felt as though it grew three times in size as you leaned into him. Just as his love had never waned for you, yours never had for him.

“I missed you,” he said softly as pulled back to look at you.

“I missed you,” you told him. “We all did.”

Sihtric chuckled softly. “Seeing you all rush to greet me after the journey we had, I do not doubt it.”

“I could not hope to contain them if they know you approach. A testament to you as their father,” you said to him.

“And the fact you come just the same?” he asked you.

You chuckled quietly. Uhtred came over to you both, giving you a quick greeting, before wordlessly asked for Aksel. All you did was smile and handed him the small boy to Uhtred. He walked away, leaving you alone with your husband.

It was perfect, to be beside him. A wonderful feeling deep in your soul. It was a feeling shared between you both. One that had been forged long ago, from the death of Sigefrid that had brought you peace.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you,” you whispered.

He turned to look back, making sure all the children were taken care of. When he counted each of them, he turned to you with a sly little smirk on his face. Then without a moment, he lifted you over his shoulder and started carrying you towards your home. Your laughs echoed down the street, your heart heavy with how much love you had. Your life was truly perfect.

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Taglist: @foxyanon @zaldritzosrose @thenameswinter99

#sihtric x you #sihtric kjartansson #the last kingdom

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angrelysimpping · 2 years ago

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December Prompts Day 2: Baking

GN! Reader with GN! Alex, Avery, and Wren

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Male!OC Danny x Friend's Male!OC Joaquim

Word counts and any other content descriptions with each character's section

DoL

Alex

Reader (you/your); Alex (they/them); mentioned nightmares; fluff :3

Words: 109

Alex hums softly as they mix the ingredients together, a somewhat familiar tune they’d sometimes hum as you sat curled against them in the mornings or when you woke them with nightmares. They'd always wrap a strong arm around you, calloused fingers brushing over your scalp in sooth patterns, gentle hum lulling you back to sleep. They catch you watching them, a wide smile blooming across their face as they set the bowl down as they reach out, a warm hand catching yours and pulling you towards them. You laugh, their arms encircling your waist as they start to guide you around the kitchen, still humming as they dance.

Avery

Reader (you/your); Avery (they/them); could bee yandere Avery if you so choose; Avery's rage rears it's head a bit but nothing happens

Words: 205

Rushing around Avery’s kitchen is still a new experience for you. The business person had only invited you to live with them a month ago, after all. You still got tripped up on where the mugs were stored and how they liked the dishwasher filled. At this rate you weren’t going to finish cleaning up before they got home, let alone finish the- “What. A. Mess.” You freeze, eyes snapping to the doorway. There Avery stands, jaw tense and eyes steel as they roam the kitchen, taking in every speck of flour and smear of egg. Before you can say anything in your defense, the oven dings, and you rush to open it without thought. You can almost feel Avery bristle as you focus on your baking, ignoring them. But their tension starts to melt, shoulders relaxing and expression lightening, as you turn, displaying a freshly baked cake. “Sorry, I messed up the timing and had to start again so I didn’t have time to clean up and-” the words tumble past your lips, breathless as you try to explain yourself. Stopping, you gather yourself for a moment before giving Avery a soft smile. “Happy Birthday, Avery. We can ice it together, if you want?”

Wren

Reader (you/your); Wren (they/them)

Words: 195

When you first entered the kitchen, you hadn’t scoped the place out. You didn’t look for all the best spaces to hide or what was low enough for you to jump over for a quick escape if you had to. That was your first mistake. Your second mistake was not immediately shutting Wren down when they teased they’d come help you bake some cookies. Your third mistake was letting Wren near the flour. But they were all mistakes you’d make again as Wren vaults a counter, flour streaking their face as they grab at you. “Wren!” You squeal as the smuggler’s arm wraps around your neck and they crush your head against their chest in a headlock. “You slippery lil shit.” For their harsh words, they’re still laughing, and you can hear how hard their heart is pounding in their chest. With a devilish smile, you grind back against their crotch, and, for a moment, their grip slackens. Taking your chance, you slip out of their arms, throwing another fist full of flour at the blonde as you scamper out of the kitchen. It’s not long before you hear their quick footfalls racing after you.

OCs

Dannim

Danny Ashton x Joaquim St. James; mentioned escape from a dangerous situation but nothing is specified; is this the first time I've mentioned Barty on here? I gotta fix that; Joaquim and Aksel belong to 💜@inkyquince💜

Words: 232

“Hey, Kimi?” Joaquim pauses, hands still and head tilting back toward where Danny stands in the door frame of the tiny kitchen. Their kitchen. Their house. They’d just moved in, bought it outright with the St. James money. ‘A step above a shed,’ Danny had joked, but the naked joy in his voice of finally getting to settle, to not move every few months to escape Aksel, had made Joaquim love it all the same. “I made you something.” Danny moves forward, pressing his chest to the shorter man’s back. A familiar position that Joaquim relaxes into subconsciously. Danny’s long fingers glide over his forearms, tracing along his hands and stopping at his knuckles. At the rings he wore. Slowly, almost delicately, Danny takes a ring off, pressing it to Joaquim’s calloused fingertips. “You were baking the other day, kneading dough.” Joaquim hums, taking the jewelry, rubbing the metal between his thumb and forefinger. “Saw you patting the counter, trying to find your rings.” He lets out a chagrined laugh, “Barty pawed at them.” “He did, he did.” Danny agrees, hand wrapping around Joaquim’s and guiding it up to the wall. There’s something new. A curved hook, the tip somewhat blunted as if to keep seeking, unseeing fingers safe. A row of them, in fact. “For you to keep your rings.” Danny’s voice, almost a whisper, sends a shiver down Joaquim’s spine.

#alex the farmhand #avery the businessperson #wren the smuggler #dannim #danny the possessed #joaquim the tongue #quiet ocs #others ocs #degrees of lewdity #jesus this took me 20 min to format ><

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creativestalkerrs · 6 years ago

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what you need to know about Sunflower University (coming soon)

~ this series will be a mystery/thriller with sprinkles of other genres in it.

~ your favs most likely are apart of this story (here are a list of a few)

tom holland

zendaya

darce montgomery

sam and harry holland

harrison osterfield

shawn mendes

jake gyllenhaal

bille eilish

quackity hq

aksually

and many more

~ it’s (obviously) set at a university

~ there will be a mix of oc’s and real people

~ (i will try my hardest) each part/chapter will be filled with

~ there will be adult themes; drinking, violence, trigger warnings, sexual themes etc.

~ i literally have a whole comp book for this series so i can plan efficiently (the dedication im-)

~ i’ll (again, i’ll try my hardest for this one) edit each character it’s one banner.

anyways, buckle yourself in, because this one will be a fun series.

here is a summary;

College life. Drinking and sex. An education only some can dream of. Sunflower University, the best in the state. Where all the rich, famous and smartest go to. When a sweet and cute journalist disappears and one member of the largest frats on campus finds her, things turn the worst to find out the truth. Unsure if a serial killer is on campus or something paranormal, everyone tries to discover what is happening at Sunflower University.

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teatime-doodles · 6 years ago

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So I made an Ani x reader like a month or so ago and I decided that today I’ll say fuck it and post a link to it right here. So uh yeah. Thanks. Here. I might continue it later someday.

#kingani #kwite #qwackity #aksel #fpsdiesel #x reader #fanfic #commentary crew #reddit crew #sorry if its bad #writings #wildspartanz #sorry its not exactly art related?

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multific · 3 years ago

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Snow Storm

König x Reader

He caught your eye on day one.

How could he not? The man was huge.

Being a new member of KorTac, but a very experienced soldier, you joined the team a couple of weeks after they formed.

It also didn't take long for these people to become like family to you. Every single one of them you were close to. And you loved to fight along with them.

And now, you were on a mission with them.

You hated the cold.

Well, that was a lie, you liked the cold, but you hated to be outside in the cold.

But you had a mission to complete.

And you knew you cannot have the cold ruin this for you, you were on a roll, already saved the others three times. You needed to move.

Then everything went up in flames, chaos.

You were separated from the others, only through the radio, you were able to tell them your position.

"In a fucked up very cold forest, surrounded by snow and ice, can't see a landmark."

"You must have ran into the woods, stay there, we will get you." said Aksel as they all headed your direction.

Great.

Trying to hide in a white forest while wearing nothing but black... not ideal.

"Cobra?" called a familiar voice and it wasn't even through the intercom.

"König?" you soon saw him emerge from behind a tree.

And indeed it was him. You had no idea he was there with you.

"The others are coming our way, did you also get lost?" you asked as you walked over to him, snow crunching under your boots.

He wasn't lost, he followed you after the explosion.

You didn't expect him to answer, but then you noticed something behind him in the tree line.

"Sir!" you yelled into your radio.

"Yes, I see it, try and find shelter, that is a bad storm, we will---- tomorrow--- but----"

"Sir, the line is really bad. Once the storm is over we will find each other. König's with me."

"Stay---safe!"

The line said before it completely broke off.

"Did you see anything where we could take shelter?" you asked König before he nodded and turned around, he started to walk as you followed him.

A small wooden house.

"Great, because every horror movie said 'Go into the scare house in the woods.'" you signed and he slightly laughed.

But you didn't have a choice, the storm was coming, fast. You headed inside.

This place was long abandoned. That much was very clear.

It was not only filthy but also run down. At least it had a stable roof and a fire place.

You smashed up a chair while König started the fire.

It was really really cold.

"Are you cold?" he asked and you nodded.

"Are you not?" he shook his head, no. Of course a giant like him wasn't cold. He was probably a walking radiator!

Oh.

A walking... radiator.

He tilted his head as he looked at you.

"What is it?" he asked.

"You-You must be warm right? Like... you are so big, you must be a walking heater..."

"W-What are you suggesting?"

"Cuddling, before I freeze my fingers off." you said it like it was the most natural thing. As if your insides didn't flip when you said that. You were embarrassed, but you were more afraid of the cold than a cringy moment.

At that time, maybe later you will regret this.

But he didn't say anything and you feared you went over the line. You didn't want to lose him, so you were ready to apologize when he nodded and opened his jacket, allowing you to get inside.

You moved so fast, you nearly knocked him over.

He moved so you would be closer to the fire, hopefully getting the warmth you needed.

And as you settled by his side, you knew you were right.

He really was a heater. You moved just a tad bit closer to him when you felt him freeze, you knew about his anxiety, you knew how he was.

Suddenly, you moved back, pulling away from him, he was looking at you.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to make you this uncomfortable."

As you sat down across from him, you saw him panic. He reached out for you, hands shaking.

"Bitte, komm zurück zu mir." (Please, come back to me.) You knew a little German, but you were no expert.

"Umm. It's okay, König, really, I will be fine. I didn't mean to scare you."

"I wasn't scared." his reply was fast. You were rather surprised he replied with such confidence.

You looked at him, perhaps you offended him more by moving away than by even suggesting the idea.

Like a lost kitten, you slowly moved back into his open arms, his huge body once again surrounding you. His arms locked you in, as if he was scared you'd run away again if he let you.

Buy you didn't.

His warmth took you in like a nice warm bath after a long day, and suddenly the old and cold house was not so bad.

You smiled as you started to slowly doze off.

"You are really warm, it's nice." you said before closing your eyes, head on his chest.

He must have thought you fell asleep because he started to run a finger down your face. It started from your brow, down your temple to your cheekbone. When he touched the top of your lip, you almost pulled away, but he spoke up.

"Ich Liebe Dich." he said, and it was your time to freeze. He didn't notice as he finger continued its path, but your mind was foggy.

Love?

Did he really just say that? Your German was limited yes, but you understood that one very well.

"Only say things like that if you mean them." you said as you opened your eyes. Your eyes lock with his, his filled with fear. "Did you mean it?" you asked as he tried to pull away, probably ready to run away from you but your grip on his shirt was strong. "Because I love you too. And I need to know if you mean it or not." his head whipped towards you, so fast in fact you worried he would give himself whiplash.

"You do? You love me?" he asked, and you nodded, cupping his cheek along with the mask he always wore.

And he nodded the slightest nod. He knew, in your line of work, relationships were hard. Impossible for some. And yet, here he was, wanting nothing but to be yours and for you to be his.

"Great, than as soon as we get out of this storm you can take me on a date." you said as you placed your head back on his chest, ready to finally sleep this time.

He was surprised at how easy-going you were. He confessed his feelings and you reciprocated them, he never expected for that to happen, but he was not about to complain.

As you finally fell asleep, as the storm outside still was at its peak, he couldn't sleep, all he could think about what he should plan for your date.

And as he was thinking, he pulled you even closer if that was possible.

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cursedfallingmoon · 8 months ago

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Second Star And To The End || Yandere Genderbent Disney Princesses Intro

Characters: Rory, Adrien, Murray, Beau, Ping, Elias, Jalal, Micah, Rhys, Ezra, Anksel

Summary: Many princes are excited for you to enter their world and woo them by just being you.

Warnings: Yandere themes and possessiveness mentioned in this series.

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Once upon a time…

It always starts like that. And the story is always the same. Okay, okay, allow me to start over, dear reader. Apologies for this drawn out introduction.

In many kingdoms, land and sea, there's an amazing prince, or prince to be, that wish to share a world with another. Princes that dream, princes that work tirelessly, princes truthful to themselves, and princes that never back down. All wishing to have the one true love that will adore them endlessly and unconditionally.

And you, dear reader, hold the world, no, THEIR worlds in your precious hands. More than that. You hold their hearts. So please use a gentle touch and kind words. They only wish got you to love them too.

Be their knight in shining armor, or let them be yours, in the throes of evil enchantress and curses. Take their hand in yours. Guide them through a world they have never been able to explore on their own. Beware, however, that they aren't the only ones after your heart.

So step through the story one last time to experience their endings. Where they end up with you and have their happily ever after till the end.

And I mean the very end.

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Wish to continue?

Rory || Adrien || Murray || Beau || Ping || Elias || Jalal || Micah || Rhys || Ezra || Anksel

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Property of @cursedfallingmoon! Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!

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nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105 · 2 years ago

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“Chaos Was Her Name” Chapter 3

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three

Pairing- Konig x reader *call sign (phantom)*

Minors DNI - 🛑🚫❗️

TW-Mentions Blood, Death, Unprotected P in V Sex, Size Kink, Fluff, Pining, Some Angst, Lack of Sleep, Comforting, Praising Kink. Obsessive! König!

I did use Google Translate feel free to correct me.

A/N-I do not claim credit for the artwork. I do try to credit the source. I do apologize in advance if I offended anyone. I will do my best in the future to try to look up the names of the artists and credit them. Artwork Credit to @ave661

Previously in Chapter Two

Ghost glanced at her he crouched down with his weapon drawn walking carefully through the snow. The snow had started to falling again covering the ground and their tracks again. The cold breeze his her small body. She shivered while walking behind Ghost.

König stayed close to her watching their surroundings but his line of vision constantly wandered to her ass and her legs.

König inner dark thoughts.

“I wonder what it feels like to have her legs wrapped around my waist as I fuck her brains out against the wall.”

Trailing behind her she crept through the darkness with her night vision glowing green on her eyes. She kept silent.

Approaching the the fence she crawled up the fence going first creeping up on her prey. Unsheathing her knife she grabbed him piercing his flesh watching the crimson fluid rush down her victim chest and gear she pulled the knife out and continued to eliminate all the guards.

König watched with a devious smile under his hood. Watching her in her element. Something about the gore and the smell of gunpowder and dirt and sweat aroused him. As if a beast in him had awaken and there his mate walked before him. Clenching his fist he fought the urge off from taking her right then and there.

She followed closely behind Ghost. Keeping her gun aimed to the ground she pulled out her secondary she screwed on her silencer. With her blade out she crouched, crept slowly behind Ghost.

König watched her every movement. He couldn’t stop staring at her legs and the way she moved but most of all his eyes lingered on her waist and ass.

Drinking in her figure he was biting his lip under his hood. The taste of blood was savored on his tongue.

“Samantha”

König whispered to himself. Watching her she turned around but her face was the face of his past obsession Samantha. His breathing hitched just looking at her beautiful face he stepped forward grabbing her face. Feeling her face.

Phantom shivered under his grasp he lifted her off the ground hugging her tightly. She heard him inhale her scent. She grabbed hold of his vest. She grabbed his mask. The feeling of her hands touching his mask made him wake up from his trance.

Looking at her surprised he dropped her immediately. She grunted and gasped when she hit the ground. Hissing at the pain that radiated from the fall she looked up at him.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

König looked down not looking back at her Ghost kneeled down beside her helping her up to her feet. Ghost stood up quickly he walked over to König pulling him aside.

“König what the fuck was that?!”

“Do that again! I will personally have you removed off this TF”

“Phantom”

“I’m fine Lieutenant”

“Let’s move”

König shook his head shaking away the thoughts of his past obsession Samantha. The look in her eyes. It wasn’t fear nor disgust. Phantom eyes were empty. They showed no emotion. She stared at him with a stoic expression.

Catching her breath she held her rifle tightly. Following behind Ghost again she was more on guard around König. While walking she glanced behind her watching his every move.

The sounds of men talking on the radio was closer then they anticipated. Ghost stopped abruptly taking out his knife he gestured her to cover him.

König kneeled down beside Ghost holding his gun loaded. Waiting for his signal. He glanced over to phantom. Her small figure laying on the ground under the cover of the bushes.

Phantom quietly moved into the brush pulling her rifle out looking around to see where the radio chatter was coming from.

Breathing in slowly, holding her rifle breathing out, inhaling slowly holding it in, her finger on the trigger holding it. Waiting for her target to move forward.

“Permission to engage sir”

Whispering to Ghost.

“Negative let them pass we have to see what we’re up against.”

“Yes sir”

Watching the soldier pass ahead of them. They held their position. König scoffed silently under his hood looking at Phantom. His eyes wandered back to her every chance he got. Staring at her this was his moment to be alone with her.

“Hold this position. I’ll be back”

Ghost walked ahead. Making sure it was safe to move his team forward.

Holding her rifle she crawled back using her fore arms she moves backwards. Her ass stuck out most to him. The small branch from the bush had caught her vest strap. Trying to pull herself back it only made her irritated.

“Fuck, I’m caught on something”

König laughed softly watching her struggle on the ground with her face down and her ass up.

Taking advantage of this moment he tilted his head slightly watching her struggle.

“You gonna help or just stare at my ass.”

König smiled under his hood. Watching her struggle was amusing to him. She was so small and helpless under his gaze. This was all too amusing to him.

“My schatz ask me nicely”

“No, just fucking help me.”

“Ask me nicely”

“Fuck you, fine”

“König please help me”

Sighing with defeat she shifted her face against the ground looking to him. He tilted his head watching her struggle.

Taking a step towards her he kneeled down beside her leaning down to her he laid his hand on her lower back gliding down her back towards her head. He felt where her gear was caught. Breaking the branch he pulled her out of the bushes. She looked up to him placing her hands on his chest.

Looking at his hood his painted eyes. Her breathing slowed and hitched as he trace her jawline with his gloved hands. Moving the stray hairs out of her face.

“Persephone”

“Don’t call me that. We’re not friends. And I don’t trust you.”

Standing up she looked back to him looking away picking up her gun she walked away from him.

König watched her turn away from him. The blood in his veins began to flow to another part of him that needed immediate attention. Shifting his pants he looked down.

Looking at her back side his lust for her only grew stronger.

“Aksel do you copy, this is Phantom.”

“I read you loud and clear”

“We are in the clear advance to our position. Sending you our coordinates now.”

Holding her rifle close she noticed her ghost charm was missing. Grasping the tip of her rifle she sighed heavily.

“Fuck!”

Where the charm sat she held it tightly.

“Whose Samantha?”

“What?”

“You called me that when you had your little episode earlier.”

“No one”

Looking back to him. Watching his cold stoic demeanor change to him avoiding her gaze. She noticed his uneasiness to the question.

“I’ve lost someone too. His name was Angus.”

“I know that feeling of losing someone close to you.”

“I understand if it’s too much to talk about.”

“Is that where you got that scar on your cheek.”

“That’s a different story.”

Looking down she sniffled at the memory of her scar on her face.

Looking back to him she met his gaze. Biting her lower lip she was about to speak but the sounds of branches breaking near them alerted them.

Crouching she duck down behind the bushes next to König.

Holding her radio she whispered to Ghost. Watching the group of soldiers patrol the area they we’re currently occupying.

“Ghost we have a problem”

“They know we’re here we need to get what we need and get out quickly.”

“Fucking Hell”

König grabbed her shoulder pulling her against him. He shield her from the flashlights. Holding her small body in his arms was an overwhelming feeling of comfort.

She had no choice but to remain still in his grasp. The feeling of his heat from his body was so warm and comforting in a way that was completely opposite from Krueger.

“Don’t move”

“They are moving forward they know we’re here.”

“Ghost do you copy.”

“They know we are here we have to move now. Before they seal off the base.”

Releasing her from his grasp she released the breathe she didn’t know she was holding in. Looking at him with a scowl she shook her head. Her radio came to life with Aksel voice.

“Fall back Phantom, that’s an order”

“Aksel”

“We’ve been tracking this data for months we can’t just abandon this mission.”

“Fall back Phantom Now! That is an order!”

“Yes sir”

Picking up her rifle she placed it in her back pulling out her secondary she made her way back to the rendezvous point.

Something about this mission was off to her she couldn’t pin point exactly why she had an uneasy feeling.

But the feeling of comfort of being held by König was a feeling she hasn’t felt since Angus died.

The sounds of twigs breaking beside her caused her to stop. Looking up she was spotted by one of the guards. Before he could yell, she grabbed him covering his mouth she stabbed him repeatedly.

König watched in awe of her ability to protect herself. The way she looked covered in blood and dirt was all he needed. The way she looked up to the sky covered in blood was so hypnotic.

The rising sun illuminated the forest.

The sound of an alarm going off. She looked down at the deceased soldier she snorted and rubbed her nose.

“Show time!”

Hours Later

Several hours later, the sounds of gunfire, men yelling in pain. (Y/N) took cover behind the trees. The sounds of bullets cutting through the air. She looked around her searching for Konig but he was no where in sight.

"Konig do you copy, Ghost anyone."

Fuck!"

She ran through the forest the sounds of men yelling and screaming in pain around her. This mission was a failure. All hell had broken loose.

Konig fought hard looking for her in the distance hoping she was safe and hidden. He had lost track of her when they were ambushed hours ago. Ghost was in his sights fighting like hell.

There were too many. Reinforcements had showed up a few minutes ago. Konig ripped through the soldiers with sheer anger. Searching for her in the distance, on the ground among the bodies that littered the forest floor.

"Phantom!"

She stopped running when she heard him call her name.

"Konig!'

She ran to where his voice was calling from. While running she was shot in her side feeling the bullet rip through her flesh she ignored the pain. Her adrenaline was already coursing through her body.

Lungs burning in her chest her legs tired from all the running.

Konig heard her calling out to him. Peeking his head out he saw her running in the distance. The snipers hidden in the trees and bushes all started firing at him.

Running at full speed she slide against one of the dead trees that laid on the ground. Loading her rifle she aimed towards the trees and bushes.

One by one they dropped like flies. Taking her time eliminating one by one she slowed her breathing focusing on the targets ahead of her.

Holding her side she was gasping for air. Her breathing became a wheeze. Sucking in the cold air she moved slowly.

Looking down at her radio she pushed the button.

"Konig, Ghost if any of you guys can hear me.....I've been hit in my side. Im bleeding like a damn faucet."

"I'm good. Just tired is all."

She smiled and laughed softly.

Holding her rifle she struggle to pull herself up to her feet. Pulling her small medic pouch she pulled out gauzes. Stuffing her wound to stop the bleeding. Biting back her whimpers she let out a shriek.

Her shriek sounded inhuman.

This shriek echoed in the forest. As the snow fall started to fall harder so did the breeze turn into a harsh strong gust of wind that swept the forest.

Krueger jumped to his feet running in the direction of where he heard her scream.

Phantom stood up to her feet holding the tree she reached into her chest pocket pulling out an adrenaline shot.

Jabbing her leg she shivered with the rush. Reloading her gun she cracked her neck. Walking towards the sounds of men yelling.

Walking passed Konig he noticed her walking towards the soldiers.

Blood covered her side and her pants and boots.

She kneeled down holding her rifle calming her breathing she focused on all her shots. The way the snow fell around her made her look mesmerizing.

Konig ran out from the tree line charging after the soldiers that were retreating.

Ripping through the soldiers with his blades he could help but laugh at the few soldiers that screamed and begged for their pathetic lives. The feeling of their bones breaking beneath his grasp was pure euphoria. The feeling of being in control was like an addicting feeling.

As the snow fell he watched her rise to her feet.

This goddess that stood before him.

She belonged to him, no matter what.

If she didn't want him like he wanted her, he would have to show her his love and devotion to her.

She turned around looking for Krueger she saw him in the distance. Walking towards him she called out to him.

But the sound of a Snipers rifle gunshot rung through her ears.

Watching Krueger look down holding his stomach he fell to his knees.

"NO!!!!!"

"KRUEGER!!!!!"

She started to scream running to him she tripped in the snow. The fresh white snow under her feet turned crimson red. Holding her side she pushed the bloody gauzes back into her side. Crawling to her knees she struggled to stand up.

"KRUEGER!!!!"

König watched in horror as Krueger fell to his knees. Watching him land on the ground without moving he saw phantom running to his aid. Running to her he grabbed her. Bear hugging her from behind she fought against him.

"KRUEGER!!!!!! GET OFF ME KONIG!!!!

She elbowed him as he held her back. Kicking and screaming she fought hard. Trying to squirm out of his strong grasp she started to bite his hands and arms. Her bite marks littered all over his hands and wrist.

Kicking his legs and knees she screamed and cried for Krueger.

A large black and grey Humvee showed up some men jumped out picking up Krueger they threw him in the back. taking off with him.

"KRUEGER!!!!!!!!!!!"

"DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE BITTE!!!!"

As the truck was leaving so did the left over soldiers in the forest. They too had retreated.

Throwing her head back against Konigs nose, the pain of his nose cracking caused him to let her go.

She crawled to her feet running after the truck. Pulling out her secondary she loaded her last clip. Shooting every last bullet she had at the tires or anyone. Gasping for her air her lungs burned so much. The cold air filled her lungs.

The pain in her knees and shins all ached.

Hands frozen.

Her leg covered in cold blood from her wound.

Holding her knees bending over her mind was hazy.

Gasping for her air, she fell to her knees crying for Krueger.

Meanwhile

Running through the forest. The more snow fell it had made it had made it harder to navigate through the thick woods. Stifled coughs muffled in their scarves Aksel tried his radio again.

Only met with silence and static. He led his team through the forest with caution. It had became quiet very quiet.

Moving silently and quickly, Aksel made his way to the others with Soap and Gaz

Price walked silently but cautiously through the forest and snow fall cautiously. The sounds of grunting and leaves rustling caught his attention. He turned the corner quickly but no enemy but to be met with Ghost.

Harnessing his weapon he kneeled down beside Ghost. Checking his wound he patched him up. Helping him to his feet they heard the snow crunching nearby by them.

Ghost held his rifle ready. Price held his weapon ready. Peeking his head out he sighed with relief. Watching Aksel he sighed with relief as well. Soap rushed over to Price nodding to him he was relieved to see Ghost still in one piece. Gaz nodded to Price walking over to Ghost he patted his back. Helping Soap they lifted Ghost to his feet.

"Ghost? Where's Phantom, Konig and Krueger?"

"Konig ran after her a few mins ago. Something must've happened. I heard her screaming for Krueger."

"It got quiet after they left that way."

Ghost pointed in the Northeast direction. Looking at the snow Aksel followed the boot prints where he saw Konig sitting on the ground holding his face.

Aksel rushed over to Konig. Seeing him sitting on the ground he pulled out his medical pact.

"Brother you hit."

Kneeling down beside him he examined him.

"No I'm fine. That spitfire of a woman broke my nose though."

Holding his nose he looked at Aksel with a shit eating grin.

Aksel shook his head. Patching up his nose he looked around for Krueger and Phantom.

This literal goddess had broken his nose.

No one had ever broke his nose.

This spitfire of a goddess had been the first to break his nose.

"God, I Love This Woman."

He whispered under his breathe.

Standing up he wiped his nose. Looking at his gloved hands he noticed her delicate teeth ripped through his gloves.

The sight of her biting his hands and arms made his hunger for her grow ten fold.

Aksel walked over to where Phantom sat on the ground looking at her lap. Blood seeping out of her wound she bit back her sobs.

"They took him. They stole him away right in front of me."

"Aksel he's gone."

"Gone"

"Just like that"

"It's my fault. I never fucking miss a shot. How could I have been so clumsy on my shots."

Looking up to Aksel she cried more, covering her face with her bloody gloves. Her sobs were muffled.

Aksel kneeled beside her patting her back she hugged him immediately.

"I'm gonna kill that fucking asshole."

She tried to stand up but failed miserably. The wound in her side throbbed so much she collapsed.

Groaning in pain she tried to crawl but Kong stood in front of her.

Smirking down to her. He reached out to her picking her up he held her close. Inhaling her scent this sent shivers down his spine. Carrying her bride style she in a way found comfort in his grasp. But her anger towards him remained.

"They have Krueger."

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daisygirlwrites · 2 years ago

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First Look (König x fem! Reader)

Summary: The 141 Task Force team up with KorTac for a huge operation. A certain Sargent and Austrian catch each others' eye.

Warnings: None

Paring(s): König x fem! Reader, Simon "Ghost" Riley X Reader (Platonic) , John "Soap" Mactavish x Reader (Platonic), slight! ghostsoap (if you really squint)

Word Count: 1,930

Note: No use of (Y/N), use of (L/N)

a/n: hey hey! i'm so excited for you all to read this! also, if it seems "unfinished" it kind of is! it was getting a little long and i decided to make the next one kind of a standalone, but you can consider this "part 1". anyways, thank you so much for reading and i would love to hear any feedback!

taglist: @bobfloydsgf , @imalovernotahater , @cutiecusp , @neon-lights-27

gif credit: @bloodlst

It was going to be a long assignment. Multiple missions under one huge operation; rescuing government officials and journalists, all spread out in different locations. Some of those who were higher profiled already had ransoms, so finding them wasn’t so difficult. But for the rest, that was a different story. And with how time sensitive this mission was, the higher ups from NATO thought it would be best to get other companies involved. The 141 Task Force wasn’t too keen on working with another PMC, considering the last time it happened, the whole thing ended up in flames. But since it was direct orders by NATO themselves, they aired their grievances amongst each other.

You weren’t there for the first introductions with the KorTac team, helping out Laswell for a bit instead. However, you did manage to sneak into the meeting room undetected, stepping in place besides Ghost. You watched your captain and another man with a nice beard talk quietly to each other, laptop open in front of them. The rest of your team file in, as well as KorTac’s. You took a quick look at each member but it was the last person that caught your eye.

König developed a six sense of knowing he was being looked at. It started during his last year of grade school and stuck with him since. And right now, he can feel a set of eyes on him, but he couldn’t figure out who. Leaning against the back wall of the meeting room, he takes a scan of his surroundings. Horangi, Hutch and Roze are sitting in front of him, looking at files while Aksel stands with Task Force 141’s captain, both hunching over a laptop. To his left side, towards the front of the room, there are two men in a conversation. One had a mohawk and talked in a heavy Scottish accent while the other was sporting a baseball cap, listening on. Then there was Ghost. The one person he’d actively avoid making eye contact with. Hearing the stories and meeting the man himself were very different experiences.

The Austrian was sure it was him. However, he failed to notice the short figure next to the lieutenant, though to be fair, you are five foot four. And with the all black outfit that you had, save for the red tinted ballistic goggles, it was like you were Ghost’s shadow.

On the other hand though, you noticed him immediately, watching the man having to duck under the door. Even when he was trying to blend into his surroundings, his tall frame made him stand out. You didn’t mean to stare for so long but every time you tear your gaze from him, like a magnet, it’d come right back. It was frustrating, feeling like a high schooler again but you kept looking at him.

Ghost glanced down at you, noticing your eyes fixating on something. Or someone, he thinks to himself as he follows your eye line, which is on the tallest person in the room. His gaze shifts back to you and then to König, repeating a couple more times just to make sure that you were clearly checking him out. Slightly leaning down, enough for you to hear him whisper, “You should take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Snapping out of your trance, you glared up to your lieutenant. Even with the skull balaclava covering his features, there was no doubt he was sporting a shit eating grin. Without a second of hesitation, you jam your elbow, hitting the area below his ribs. This, of course, has little effect on the man and honestly, made him amused instead of annoyed.

This interaction didn’t go unnoticed to König, now realizing that there was another person in the room. With how close you were standing together and the almost matching outfit with Ghost, it dawned on König that you were the Sargent that he hasn’t been introduced to. He’s heard about you as well, people saying that you were another legend in the making by being mentored by Ghost himself. However, he didn’t anticipate how small you were compared to the others.

He also thought you’re very brave. Or insane, König hasn’t made up his mind yet. To elbow a superior was out of the question. To do that to someone like Ghost was a death sentence in his book and yet, König watched him do nothing.

His train of thought were interrupted when the door slams open. “Let’s get this started,” Laswell announces as she walks in. He look back towards you, just in time to see you whip your head to the front of the room, your braid hitting Ghost's arm in the process.

You paid attention during the briefing but you couldn't shake the feeling that you were being stared at. It was probably Ghost, though when you flick you eyes up at him, he was focused on the screen in front. That means it was the tall guy that you were shamelessly checking out earlier. Karma came back to bite your ass.

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And it did once more! After the brief was done, Price asked if anyone had questions. Ghost looked at you, and you swore you saw a glint of mischief before he turns back at the captain. "Price, I want the big guy with Crash and I."

Price raises an eyebrow but he doesn’t question it, giving the lieutenant a nod before dismissing everyone to gear up. You basically had to jog to catch up to Ghost, harshly whispering to him, “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

He doesn’t take a glance at you but he does respond with, “Did you hear that he took down twelve AQ soldiers by himself?” Your jaw falls upon hearing this yet you don’t say anything and shake your head no in response instead.

“I have my reason for things, Rook, not just to mess with you. Remember that,” he takes a glance at you, bringing his hand up on your head, giving it a small pat before he leaves.

It didn't take you long to gear up. Stepping outside, the only noise you heard was the plane starting up. No one else was there yet and honestly, you preferred some quiet time. The calm before the storm. You give yourself another pat down, making sure you had everything you needed and adjusting the straps on your vest.

Being lost in thought, you almost missed the sound of footsteps behind you. Turning your head, you expected to see your skeleton partner, but you were met with a sniper hood instead.

“Oh! Um, hello,” you gave him a small wave. Oh lord, why are you so awkward, you’re a grown woman for goodness sake, you curse to yourself. Glad you had your mask on, your cheeks were on fire. And he was much taller up close, having to crane your neck up to make eye contact with him. You noticed that he doesn’t meet your eyes, shifting every so often. Arms behind his back, he rocks on the heel of his boots.

After a couple seconds of this, he pauses and gives you a nod. “You must be Sargent (L/N), it’s good to finally meet you,” König held out his hand, which you took, giving him a firm handshake. He tries to ignore how small your hand feels. “Everyone calls me König.”

“Call me Crash then.”

“Crash? That’s an interesting name.” “König is too. What are you the king of?” This made the Austrian blush and more intrigued by you.

“You know German?” “Just enough to order a drink,” you answered him honestly. You were feeling bold, heart beating fast, the next words tumbling out quicker than your brain could process, “Maybe I can buy you one if the mission goes well.” You’re screaming at yourself at this point. Flirting with the new guy?! That was against your rules. Oh god, Ghost is gonna roast you when he finds out about this.

Before König could respond, a certain Scotsman smacks the back of your vest, startling you. “Did I hear ya talkin ‘bout drinks? Count me in!” You shoot him a glare, trying to convey that he interrupted something but Soap ignores it, giving the tall man a wink.

Ghost was the next person to join the group outside, slightly confused on why you were trying to kill Soap with your stare, but he understands that Johnny is Johnny. He walks up to you, “You good there Rook?’

“Not to be dramatic, but I wanna die.” You answer him.

“Same here, you ain’t special.”

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Ghost sat in-between you and König during the plane ride. You didn't know if you were jealous or thankful for that. Probably the later, especially with the what you consider one of the worst introductions you've experienced.

You didn't know anything about the man. Hell, you don't even know his real name and here you are, flirting without reason. Or maybe not, you did kind of expect him to be dark and brooding but your first official interaction, you notice how nervous he was. How he wouldn't look at you in the eye at first but even with the sniper hood covering his face, you saw a slight crinkle around his eyes, as if he were smiling. Never said a word before or during the meeting, however, when you spoke to him, you didn't think his voice would come out softly. His appearance and actions were a juxtaposition, and that drew you in more.

The stories he was told about you had one main thing; you were like Ghost. You had the skills, efficiency and that you were the protégée to the man himself. But they fail to mention how short you were or how confident you stand or how easy it is talking to you. The 141 Task Force gave him the same welcome along with the rest of his teammates, however, you surprise him in many ways. You said hello first and even knew some German. Did you flirt with him or were you just being nice? He kind of wish for the first option. What if she thinks you're too weird? How would she react when she sees my face? What if I'm not what she's expecting?

"Get ready, we're dropping in ten!" Price shouts over his shoulder. This causes the both of you to snap out of your thoughts. Those can wait, they have a job to do.

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The mission went off without a hitch. Besides a few scratches here and there, the team managed to secure and rescue three government officials.

You've taken a few hard hits but it was nothing you couldn't manage. The rest of the team weren't in bad shape either. In fact, most of them were in a good mood, considering how well the mission went and there were no casualties.

Getting off the plane, Soap jogged up to you, telling you to change into your civies. "Gotta celebrate the new team and a successful operation, don't cha think, Lassie?" And with that, you watch him run in front of you, throwing his arm over your lieutenant's shoulders and hearing Ghost quietly tell him to "Fuck off." This caused you to giggle, taking in the happy moment, something rare in your line of work.

König was behind you, staring again. Listening to you giggle was like a breath of fresh air. How you manage to do such an content action after being in battle just an hour ago, it amazed him.

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lazybutsmexy · 2 years ago

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A glimpse

König x reader (GN)

Inspired by @tremendousdiplomattreespy-blog , I tweaked your idea a bit but it's still cute af

Warnings: angsty at the beginning, becomes fluffier the more you read. Graphic description of violence and injury. War themes. König is probably OOC.

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It's quiet. Not the sort of quiet that is paired with a late summer night, or heavy rain pouring outside.

It's the sort of quietness that follows the end of a difficult mission, where the intel was almost entirely wrong, risks were taken and mistakes were made. Lives were lost. It's heavy, pregnant, suffocating.

The common room is occupied by those in the team who came back and didn't need to be strapped in bandages and forced to remain in a gurney for the near future.

Those who didn't are the cause of that silence.

This silence is loud, but not as loud as the thoughts of those who sit there, replaying every step they made, wondering if they were the cause of everything that went to crap.

Inwardly, they know that not one of them is fully responsible, it was a pileup of many things, most of them unavoidable. But the thoughts remain, and they won't go away for a few days.

If I had checked the intel more closely.

If I had paid more attention to the layout of the building.

If I had found better maps.

If I had been a bit faster.

If I had been stronger.

If I had called for them sooner.

If I had-

Horangi got up and excused himself, heading to the showers.

A cold shower sounds nice, you think.

Aksel was in the furthest corner of the room, reading the instructions written by the doctor. He has read the same five lines over and over again without actually reading them, finding himself interrupted by his own thoughts.

You rest your back on the sofa with a groan, using a pillow to support your head, your bandaged arm finding solace on your stomach. The stitches hurt like a bitch, but you refuse to take the analgesics just yet - you are going to save them for when it becomes unbearable, like you always do.

You instinctively turn your head to look at König, who was sitting across from you on a chair - König's chair, lovingly called that by the team because it was the only one that didn't groan in protest when he sat on it - but you can't see his eyes. His arms are crossed over his chest and his face is cast downwards.

What you would give to see a glimpse of his eyes now, just a glimpse would lift your mood significantly. It always works. Just a glimpse will be enough to lift the suffocating fog in your mind.

He looks up, sensing your stare. Your eyes meet and you twitch your mouth in what you hope is a smile. It doesn't reach your eyes.

He looks down again, uncrossing his arms and supporting his elbows on his knees.

The corner of your mouth falls again. At least you got your glimpse. You know you shouldn't - couldn't - ask for more; there is no relationship between you two, besides being comrades in arms, team partners.

Oh, but how you wish there was one.

He occupied your thoughts from the moment you met him. First, with amazement and respect for his sheer volume and killing abilities. But the more you knew him, the more you thought of him as a gentle giant. You slowly learned to read his moods despite hiding his face beneath his hood, and to appreciate the few moments where he would comment on things.

The first time he complimented you - for a timely shot between the eyes at an enemy -, his voice was akin to a hiena, his eyes wild like a beast's and war-fueled adrenaline pumping in his veins. He looked and sounded like an ancient war god, an entity brought from hell to bring death and chaos into this world.

The second time he complimented you - for somehow managing to make him lose balance and throw him on his back during sparring -, he sounded breathless, amazed, proud of your progress. The corners of his eyes crinkled, a drop of sweat - you made him break into a sweat!! - disappearing into his hood.

Both times, he made your skin break into goosebumps, and a warm tingly sensation run through your whole body, settling in your lower stomach. You had it for him, bad. You hoped you were able to hide it from him. If there is something you've learned with the time you spent around him, was how certain social interactions and situations made him very uncomfortable.

You couldn't see him ever reciprocating your feelings. Well, you did in your late night fantasies, once you were snuggled up, warm and cozy, and let your mind wander.

You were letting your mind wander again, but the sofa wasn't your bed, and your bruised ribs were reminding you so. You attempted to sit up, but all your muscles protested and you swallowed a groan.

Looking around, you realized that König was the only one left in the room. You hadn't noticed everyone else had left - likely to the showers or the barracks.

Your eyes set on König, who hadn't moved from his position, and realized you now had a perfectly good reason to talk to him. Trying your best to ignore the butterflies in your stomach, you wet your lips with your tongue before speaking up.

"König, uh," you nearly jumped at how squeaky your voice came out, and again when his eyes immediately found your face, even though you perceived no movement from the rest of his body, "can... can you help me sit up?"

He blinked at you once, twice, before raising from his chair and approaching the sofa. He bent over at half his height, his shadow engulfing you completely as he carefully placed a hand behind your shoulders, and his hand taking your uninjured one. His movements were calculated, careful, as if you were made out of the finest crystal. One more reason to feel amazed by him, you thought.

Once you sat up with a groan, his shadow receded, but you didn't let go of his hand. König looked at it and then at your face, finding you staring into his eyes. He felt himself shrink under your gaze, his heartbeat loud in his ears.

"...I," you begin, and he stills, trying to resist the urge to glance at your lips, "I hadn't had the chance before, to thank you for saving me back there..."

You had been tackled by a man as big as a fucking wardrobe, who tried to stab you in the side when he had you pinned against a wall. You used your arm to block the hit and your handgun to shoot him close range, once, twice, but it seemed like bullets had no effect on him. He pulled out the knife and grabbed you by the throat, cutting off your pained scream. Your body collided with the floor and he braced for the final stab, when his weight disappeared from above you.

König had stabbed him in the back and lifted him like a ragdoll, throwing him down on his knee effectively breaking his back, before slamming him on the floor and stomping on his neck. Pain invaded your senses, a ringing whistle permeated your ears, but you saw his eyes.

Murderous. Enraged.

When he turned to you, his eyes were fretting, anxious. Caring. You would be lying if you said that didn't make you feel good.

König remained silent for a few moments. You don't expect to get an answer anyway, just a short nod before he continued on with his day. Or perhaps a scolding for being careless and having him save you when you should've been able to get off that situation by yourself. You honestly preferred the nod.

Instead, what came from behind his hood surprised you.

"... I was too slow to get him off you," his voice was almost a mumble, and you had trouble registering what he had said, "and now you're hurt..."

You blinked at him and smiled, tugging his hand a little until he got the hint and sat down next to you. The sofa groaned under his weight and dipped slightly, causing your body to tilt closer to his. Hopefully, he wouldn't hear how loud your heart thumped against your ribcage from being so close to the object of your affections.

"Well, if I was stronger, he wouldn't have been able to tackle me in the first place," you countered, keeping your voice as quiet as his. You noticed his eyes shifting from your arm to your eyes, searching for a lie.

He didn't find any, and that bothered him.

"You are strong, maus," his brow tightened and his voice dipped a reproachful tune, as if the fact that you thought yourself to be weak had offended him, "I should know, I train with you."

"Well, yeah," you grinned, your voice sarcastic, "and I only managed to tackle you one out of twelve tries."

A groan left his throat, and he was about to counter again, when you interrupted him.

"And you were faster than anyone, faster than him, and he was on top of me," you squeezed his hand, "if it weren't for you, I'd be a goner."

He quieted and looked down at your hands, and you wanted to think that the thought of you dying upset him, but dismissed it as wishful thinking on your part.

It wasn't. There were no words in the English language or his own to express the pain that enclosed his heart at the mere thought of you dying. Or the terror that flooded his veins when he saw you pinned to the floor by the neck by that massive man, who was ready to strike a lethal blow. Or the relief that washed over him when you sat up, coughing and clutching your bloody arm, alive.

His silence unnerved you a little, but he didn't let go of your hand like you had expected, and you wrote it down as a good sign. You hesitantly brought his hand to your lap, and held it with both hands, being mindful not to move your arm too much. He followed your entwined hands with his eyes, raising them to your face when you spoke again.

"I will be stronger next time," it was a promise to both him and yourself. You would be stronger and handle a similar situation by yourself.

His massive hands squeezed yours tenderly, engulfing you in warmth - or was that you blushing from head to toe? You refused to look away from your hands, feeding on his initiative to hold you so carefully, and hiding your flushed face from him. König had other plans, though, as his free hand cupped your chin and raised it, making you look into his eyes.

"And I will be faster," his voice dripped with sincerity, "I won't let them get to my maus that easily again."

My maus.

You could drown in the intensity of his stare. His eyes bore into yours, then flicked down to your lips. You were sure that he could listen to your heartbeat now.

You wet your lips and leaned in closer. The hand on your lap raised yours to his face, under the hood. His face was warm under your fingertips, the stubble brushing your skin. The hand under your chin moved to your neck, his long fingers circling it and bringing you even closer.

Your nose pressed against his, his hood being the only barrier, and you shut your eyes, blindly searching for his lips beneath it. He exhaled sharply - a chuckle? - and caressed your cheek with his thumb.

"Keep your eyes closed, maus," the bass of his voice made you shiver as you nodded. You felt the brush of the fabric on your skin as the hood was lifted, and before you had time to process it, a pair of warm, scarred lips claimed yours.

You swallowed a moan as you opened your mouth to the kiss. His tongue found yours and his quiet groan rattled your bones. You tried to press yourself closer to him to deepen the kiss, but your ribs protested and you settled back. He caught on your intention and pressed himself to you instead, the hand that was previously on your lap finding its way to your back, supporting you.

You both needed to breathe eventually, and you panted once you broke the kiss. He didn't move back an inch, though, his lips brushing yours as he spoke.

"...We should stop... You're hurt..."

Your eyes were still shut, but you could feel the intensity of his stare, boring right into your skull.

"...We don't have to go any further than this," you protested, a pout unknowingly making its way to your lips, "I just don't want to stop..."

Had you had your eyes open, you would seen the way König's smile took over his face, blissfully happy to hear you. "...Let's find a more comfortable place, then." That said, he pulled down his hood and helped you off the sofa, his hand never leaving your back. You wrapped your uninjured arm around his middle, smiling up at him. He revelled on your flushed face, knowing his was just as red.

"Sie haben keine Ahnung," he murmured, placing a kiss on your forehead from behind his hood, "wie lange ich damit gewartet habe..."

You blinked up at him, your smile only widening as you spoke, "You will have to teach me what that means."

König agreed with a snort and led you out of the common room, down the hallways towards the barracks.

Aksel watched you both go, still sitting on his chair at the furthest corner of the room, having gone completely unnoticed by the two of you this whole time.

"...Fuckin' finally," he grumbled, looking back down to the piece of paper in his hand, trying to decipher the last line of the doctor's horrid handwriting, "took them long enough."

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unabashednightmarepizza · 3 years ago

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𝐻𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑌𝑜𝑢 | Morpheus( Dream) x Goddess!Reader

A/N: Holy smokes guys! I never expected this story to get so much likes and positive feedback, thank you so much! I hot carried away with his chapter but didn't want to make things longer since the real action will start in the next chapter! Thank you so much for your comments and love, and have a good reading!

And in case someone wonders the meaning of the triplets,

Alora means "dream" or "my beautiful dream"

Aksel means "Father of peace"

Amund means "respectful protector"

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Heimdall had always been a mindful watcher, that was a fact. He had served Odin and Thor and now, he was serving you, never ever leaving his place and always watching.

For a threat, for someone to appear.

There was no need to say who that mysterious person was, the Heart of Asgard and the Queen of 9 Realms has been missing for over a century now.

Now, Heimdall never described himself as an emotional man. He was a warrior, he was the right-hand man of the Queen and he trained the next generation of soldiers but... He was also a simple man, who grew up with his two bestfriends. The friends who got themselves in trouble more than he can count, the friends who were always on the crack-head side, and the only friend he had left...

Y/N...

For a century now, he had watched every universe, listened every mortal for a news from her. Anything to let him know that she was alive. Her people were miserable without her, though there was a Heart of Asgard apart from you, your youngest and only daughter, she was barely able to stay alive without her mother.

Remembering the triplets that were such joys to be around, he smiled softly at what they done earlier that day. The kids, surely taking after their mother, had barged in his tower with many handmade gifts, mostly flowers and put them all around, saying that they were making everything seem more beautiful.

He wouldn't admit having favorites, since he adored three of his nephews and niece, but the youngest one, Alora, the newest Goddess of Dreams and Hope, was the apple of his eyes.

In many ways, she looked like her father, the unfortunate man who has been captured but now were freed, like her two older brothers. Black hair, a pale skin rivaling the whitest marble and the universe for eyes. As soon as she was born, after hours of labour, he knew then and there that she would have people wrapped around her finger with the cute, dimpled smile she gave around herself even when she was just born.

And the sight of three newborns clutching on their mother thightly had made everyone in the room coo with tears in their eyes.

What he never understood was, the reason behind you not wanting him to reach out to Morpheus and tell him about his children. He never understood why you hadn't told him anything before he left, or even later but you only gave a sad smile, not saying anything. Instead, you made him promise something as if you knew what would happen to you.

"Heimdall, you're the only family I've left. When something happens to me, I want you to look after my kids... Could you do this?"

Shaking his head at the memories flooding inside, he could already feel that a certain someone was coming. The thing is, he didn't want to explain everything that happened and possibly anger an Endless who was already angry as it is...

And how could he just casually tell him that he had three kids?

"Hey, you know what? Your wife was pregnant when you had gone to that mission, gave birth a few years later and then disappeared?"

"Uncle Heimdall! Uncle Heimdall! You won't believe what happened!"

Yeah, another thing was, while their sister aged very slowly, the boys Aksel and Amund didn't, looking almost like a 6 year-old. They barged in with toy swords and a flush to their cheeks, a proof of running from the palace to here as the energetic boys they were.

"What did you two do again, hmm? Causing troubles again?"

"Nooo! Why would we ever do that?"

"Yes, uncle! It seemed like you were judging us though..."

Argh, why did you have to give birth to literal copies of Thor and Loki, Y/N?

Whining at Heimdall, who was shaking his head at their cute, yet wrinkly face which was covered with mud, he had taken out a napkin and cleaned their faces while listening their training with one of the soldiers at the palace.

Though it was hard to decipher what they were saying since they were talking so fast, another thing they must have gotten from you, he liked listening to their normal child life while he was stuck here most of the times. And besides, kids always had an ear to hear what was going around.

"And the warriors were so cool! When we grow up, we will be just like them!"

"Yeah, and we will defend our home! Just like mama did!"

Chuckling at their widened eyes with passion, he raised a brow teasingly at them. "And who's going to rule over Asgard? Don't you want to be like your mother?"

Blinking their eyes silently for a few seconds, they immediately gathered together to talk in hushed whispers, not knowing that he can actually hear them.

When they were done, they nodded their heads seriously at each other, as if to show that they agreed on something very important and turned to him with a look that was similar to yours, one that you would always use on him whenever you judged him for not seeing the obvious.

" Of course Alora will be! She is way smarter and calmer than us!"

"Besides, doesn't she always say that she wants to be the Queen after our mama?"

Nodding his head absentmindedly, he sensed someone entering the kingdom through waters, knowing full well who it was. "Aksel, Amund, go to the palace immediately."

Looking confused at the sudden change of mood, two of the triplets wanted to ask what was wrong but seeing the wide and cautious eyes of their uncle, they nodded their heads and ran away hand in hand.

Watching their little backs disappear over the horizon, Heimdall took his sword away and ran outside. While running on the bridge that lead him and whoever came to the grand city, he stopped at where the bridge met with the soil and landed his sword into the ground harshly, creating a gush of wind at the border while a black figure erupted and stood before him over the water.

Look as cold as the weather in Jotunheim, coat flapping around as if it had his own mind, stance stiff and posture tired yet strong and with a screaming heart for one thing, Morpheus stood there and looked down at the friend of his wife, who was possibly the only one who would be able to give him answers.

"Heimdall, Watcher of All... It's been a while..."

"It sure has, Lord Morpheus, King of Dreams and Nightmares...

"Heimdall, what's the meaning of this? I do not have time to waste when my wife needs me."

Not hearing him and what he had to say, Heimdall led him to where the palace was while people were looking up and down at Morpheus, knowing exactly who he was and what he had caused. Not that they knew it was out of his control.

Morpheus always adored your kingdom as much as he loved his, not that he would verbally say it. Many trees and the streets were all eye-catching even from a distance away with their tall and high structures and the high towers that greeted ones that entered and your sculpture that were shown alongside your father and the other kings, while you were the only queen, and he couldn't help but be proud of how far you've come.

Bit whenever he would try to say it, you would give him a thight smile and thank him and he would catch the uncertainty that would twist your beautiful face that he adored looking at.

He knew how hard it was for you to accept affection easily, without any condition, and being helped through hardships when you needed. All as a result of your father constantly pushing you further from your limits and expecting a lot from you.

He frowned when a particular memory had resurfaced, as it seemed it was the only thing it was doing recently, a memory of you two strolling in the gardens in the Dreaming, one that was surrounded with roses, tulips and everything you loved.

It was one memory of you, after recreating your kingdom and how... fragile you looked, one that he didn't want to see ever again.

Not that he was able to.

"Stop spiraling into despair, Lord Morpheus. But everything will be told in due time... First, let me take you to the pala-"

"Heimdall, I asked a question... Where is my wife?" Putting emphasis on "my wife", Morpheus was aware that his patience was running thinner every second that was passing with him not getting to know anything about you. He missed you, more than words would ever be able ro describe. He missed having you between his arms, your arms snaking around his waist and hugging him as strong as he was holding you, calling you with all the affectionate words...

He even missed your habit of putting your cold feet and hands on his chest because you were cold and apparently he was hot for some reasons.

Stopping in his tracks, Heimdall took a deep breath and turned to Dream swiftly with a look that was almost similar to the one he wore, a look of utter despair and pain.

"My Queen Y/N is not here..."

The words did nothing to ease his mind, fear running through his mind and his eyes showing it clearly. For the first time like ever, he felt raw fear, his heart started to beat harder, his coat suddenly being a weight that was suffocating him. With shaky hands, he linked them together behind his back and tried to give a somewhat noncholant answer as if his whole existencd wasn't at the verge of breaking completely.

"What... is that supposed to mean? She will be back though, right?" He couldn't help but let his voice became a whisper at the end, showcasing his true feelings to the man he was so ready to destroy just a few moments ago.

"Do you think Asgard would be like this had she come back?" said Heimdall and showed around themselves, with every living creature slowly loosing their colors and vibrant vibes and how everything seemed... silent, dead even.

Had you fell in the clutches of despair so much that your own kingdom, the apple of your eyes, had became a living grave?

Seeing the glossy look he was giving around, and as much as he was shocked to see that side, Heimdall cleared his throat, knowing full well that this topic needed to be talked so that maybe... There would be a chance of making everything as they were.

"This place, our home... is nothing but a void now. Without her, the Heart of Asgard doesn't shine as brightly as it used to. The only reason people are still hopefull is because of the princess and princes that we adore with all of our hearts."

Kids? When did you have them, but the most important one was with who? Was it that Egyptian Moon God? Or maybe Apollo? Or someone from your nation? And here he thought, expecting for you to wait on him... If it was the old him, he would've destroyed the place until he found who dared to touch what was his but now, he wouldn't blame you, he didn't keep his promise even though it was out of his control. He didn't come back as he promised, but there, in that glass, a day didn't pass without him dreaming of you.

"What princes and princess are you talking about? Had she really have that little love for me that she conceived them after-"

"With all respect, don't talk about her so lowly... But I assume Lucienne had forgot about telling you... Shall we continue with our walk, Your Majesty? So that I can tell you the whole story."

Showing the path to the palace, he really didn't know how fast they've been walking, whether from the stares or the gut feeling of it was something bad, Morpheus nodded his head even though he was starting to get more irritated than ever.

Fortunately seeing this, Heimdall just looked at the palace and thought about the time when it all started... with him gone.

"After you were imprisoned, she chose to stay in the Dreaming, trying to stop it from spiralling into chaos. While there, people started to talk. They implied that you had forsaken her out of selfishness, that you were married with her because you wanted the power she held and wanted to use her title... Said how you'd return back to one of your ex-lovers..."

Hearing all of these, Morpheus was shocked at how your subjects were so disrespectful behind your back. To the one who ensured a safe life for them, and his anger showed in the way of the Asgard shaking slightly.

"How dare they? Do they have no respect to our love, our marriage? How could they tell all of these to her?"

Humming as if he was agreeing him, not caring about the shake, Heimdall looked at him from the corner of his eyes, only to see a dark aura surrounding him with thight jaw and a click of irritation but continued, knowing that things were about to get super bad.

The best way to get to that point was asking him about "the surprise".

" Have you ever wondered what she meant by surprise 100 years ago, my lord? In that glass? I assume you did, since it has-"

"There weren't a day that I hadn't dreamt of my beautiful Queen's smile, her gentle eyes boring into mine..."

Raising a brow questioningly at the way his voice spoke the words so tenderly with a dark yet smooth voice, Heimdall chuckled and Morpheus turned to him harshly which elicited a deep laugh from the man in golden armor.

"Forgive me if I used the wrong words, it's just a rare miracle to see ever the cold and unbothered King of the Dreams so... soft and in love... Anways, even though she didn't show how those words effected her deeply, she was in a fragile state therefore couldn't help but get emotional which shook the palace in more times than I can count. But, me and her servants were with her throughout all of it and in the end, it was worth it... The three miracles were born soon after she returned here after providing balance to the Dreaming."

Morpheus, for the better of his judgement, stomped over the man and pinned him to pillar nearby while holding onto his collar with a grip so strong that it could have breaked the pillar. He was sick of all those secret words, tired of people not telling him everything he needed to know. Every second passing by with him not having you right next to him, meant that he was loosing you more and more.

"Watcher of All, I have a very thin patience, especially after years of staying in the glass. My resistence of revenge thinner, and my want for the woman of my life, even more... All of the universe is lucky enough that I only want my wife back... Before I storm off this place, you'll tell me what happened to her and who those 'so-called miracles' are..."

Wheezing and trying to breathe while tugging him off of himself, Heimdall knew he was telling the truth by how his eyes showed vulnerablity, something so rare yet significant to see on people who are ready to sacrifice everything they had for those they cared about. But the shine inside them was the proof that if he didn't do something about it, he would keep his promise of destroying here...

Yet, for one last time, he looked into the dark lord's eyes, to see any lies within, but saw none. He still had his doubts, he saw how cold and dismissive he was to you. He always tried to warn you, tell you that a husband wouldn't do half of the things he does yet, you always defended him, saying that he was no cruel man and never hurt you physically in which he responded with a " What about emotional?" and your only answer would be the silence which deafened all the things you wanted to say.

Yes, he wasn't cruel but he wasn't loving either and most of the times... You were stuck with stone cold walls and a book open over your lap.

That was the reason he didn't want to talk about the kids, your little ones, for fear that he would destroy their lovely smiles and bubbling joy. It was the reason why he begged Lucienne to not tell him anything but in the end, his obstinacy won the war and he came to look for you.

While you always spent your time, dwelling in sadness that your husband wouldn't come and look for you, because he didn't care, neither would he realize your absence.

Why did he not show the tenderness that was coating his eyes now, to you?

" For someone so unbothered, you seem to care about her? Too bad, you didn't show it to her..." Heimdall couldn't help but utter in disgust, shaking him off of himself while Morpheus stood there shocked, yet angry at how the man talked back to him with disgust. As if he had the power to stand against him.

" Before you talk to me like that ever again, consider our positions... I'm Dream of the Endless, King of Dreams and Nightmare-"

"And above all, you were a husband! A husband that didn't provide love and safety she was supposed to have... Tell me, Morpheus, why would I care what happens to me when I have no one left except-"

And in the midst of their verbal fight, they failed to realize that a little girl with jet black hair, ocean-blue eyes and a scared look on her little face who was holding a book thightly between little arms turned over the corner and saw them nose to nose.

"Uncle Heimdall... Who is this? Why are you yelling?"

And with just 3 seconds, 3 seconds that was enough to hate, fall in love, loose everything and get his whole world together... Morpheus stood in front of the little girl with a shocked face, tears strimming down in silver lines at finally understanding what had happened to you and could no longer stand up, finally kneeling on the ground while holding his chest thightly.

Ever since he was free, he sensed- no, knew- that there was someone who needed him. Someone who was weak yet strong enough to fight. And he always thought it was his love, calling out to him, begging him, her sould molding into his...

He knew even before asking Hecate that he had to come here since something was calling him. It was feeling like no other, one that drove men mad, caused the wars between humans and even deities. A feeling where he felt the strongest, and would do anything to get them safety...

Now, he understood. He understood the amount of passionate feelings he had ever since he stepped foot in the waters of Asgard. A silent, unconditional love that coursed through him and engulfed everything he had and even more.

For the little girl that resembled the woman he loved more than anything was standing there with wide, blue eyes... A little girl who was able to bring the Endless to his knees with every little piece she had of him and her mother.

"Alora, stay away from him. Please go to the palace, back to your brothers..."

Squeezing her little yet sharp eyes at the man in black, she tugged at her book closely to her chest and huffed out in irritation with a twitch of her nose. Just like you, my love... Just as brave and straightworward...

"Why are you yelling at him? Had no one teach you it's bad?"

Just as fierce and beautiful...

"Princess Alora, please.... That man is-"

My beautiful dream, the one who painted my darkest nightmaeres into beautiful dreams...

"I know he's my father, uncle Heimdall... I heard his voice countles of times when I was still in my momma."

Sitting on a lone park, with nothing except the silence of the night around, you were sitting down with your hands clasped together. The chilly air, alongside the scents the flowers emitted, you were peaceful- at least, as much as you could-.

With no one around, no one consisted of Corinthian, Ethel and John, you were finally able to be alone with your thoughts to come with a plan about what you needed to do. In order to get rid of Dream, and well potentially shake the balance of all the universe for a few seconds, the one inside your body had already make enough sacrifices...

Such as capturing you, and ensuring that you wouldn't get out easily by giving your consciousness to none other than John.

With most of the other Gods, their power was linked with their bodies and not their soul, conscious. It was easy to take them, or control them however you wanted to but when you were born, it wasn't the case. The healers told your parents, Odin and Frigga, that you were more powerful than any gods combined, that your soul was the source of your powers. They rejoiced in the beginning, only to be given the bad omens...

" What Heraclitus said was true for you, sister. And it was what brought you to your doom... The world exists a coherent system in which a change in one direction is ultimately balanced by a corresponding change in another... If only you weren't weak, maybe then you would have defeated me..."

It wasn't that Hod, your brother that was currently possessing you, didn't know that you would have even destroyed him completely, erased him out of existence. He was aware the immense power you held, and how those powers evolved into something more inside your children. They were of an Endless and an Asgardian God after all, and one might think that he would go after them too but he couldn't, wouldn't do that.

He didn't even want to cast you away from your body, but he had to so that you'd have a chance at living.

"Forgive me sister... I was once weak, and I won't be again. And I will not loose you either..."

Wiping a stray tear that escaped from his eyes, he gulped down and held his head up. Guilt was eating him alive, for what he had to do but he wasn't going to let anything stop him...

Not even that irritating crow that was standing in front of him.

"The fuck are you staring at? Shoo, come on, go away!"

Kicking it and even shooing it away with his hands, the crow was persistent. Lucienne had sent him to find Morpheus but upon travelling all around the Waking World, Matthew wasn't able to find who he was looking for.

Instead, he found the one thing everyone has been searching for.

"Your Majesty, my Lady Y/N! You're alive!"

"Stop calling me with that name, stupid bird! I'm not her-and did you just fucking talk?!"

"What do you mean, you are exactly her! And my lady, you know that the ravens of Morpheus can talk and communicate!"

Oh shit, does that mean he's somewhere here? But I haven't finished my plans yet!

Hastily getting up, you dugged your hands deeper into the coat you were wearing, not caring about the crow that was cawing at you. You couldn't let anyone recognize you and ruin your plans so, with a wave of hand, you disappeared without much of a track.

But not without Corinthian reaching out to you with that voice you wanted to rip out so badly.

I have found them, my lady...

But what you didn't realize was your plans were already ruined, by a 280 year old woman who was calling to the only person she knew who could help.

The successor of the only man being able to stand against you...

Johanna Constantine.

Meanwhile in the mighty Asgardian Garden, a certain male was having a breakdown in front of the man who he was ready to have a fight and a little girl, who shook his heart to the core with her big and full of life eyes.

Yet, her eyes were full of knowledge for someone who was 100 at most. The sharp and careful eyes she was giving him reminded of a cautious little pup, waiting for the opposite side to attack...

Which hurted more than he could imagine.

Even though he never said it, there were times he imagined he had a child with you. A daughter, that looked like him but was more like you personality wise. A little funny and energetic kid, running through his kingdom or your gardens while you and him were holding hands just a few meters behind her, sharing loving looks and nuzzling to each other, you putting your face at the crook of his neck...

But now, seeing the cold look, he knew that all of those pastel dreams are far, far away from his reach.

"How... When... When did she-"

"Get pregnant? I thought you would be smarter, my lord. The surprise she wanted to make was this... She wanted to give you the news of her pregnancy..."

With that, Morpheus looked at Heimdall who were looking down at the father-daughter duo with a solemn look and that was enough to make the Dream Lord choke on his sobs and grip his chest thighter, with tears running down his face gradually. He was grief-striken, his heart and soul was in deep agony at the fact that he left you all alone while you were pregnant, in need of care and help. If only he had looked a bit more deeply in your eyes, maybe he would have been able to see the truth there. So that you wouldn't have to face all the hardships alone, while he sat there doing nothing because of his pride...

But now, he understood everything better... What was the point of that much pride while you gave him everything he could ever ask for? Unconditional love, loyalty and children he was proud to have.

How many nights had you spent crying because of the pain your body was going through? Or how many times you had to heal your own heart so that you could have your children between your arms?

Alora, on the other hand, was wary of him. Her brothers may not have remember much, but she did. She knew her mother cried because of him a lot, muttered how she didn't worth anything in his eyes... But she also felt the love they both shared, even for a little girl, emotions were complicated.

But she didn't want to be so cold to him. She could sense whether someone was lying or not and seeing him with red eyes and tears on his cheeks, how his eyes showed every single regret and despair he had in his soul proved that he was way different than from her mother's memory. She expected someone cold, someone evil but seeing a very tall man cry in front of her, something her nanny said was the sign of sincere love, she realized that she shouldn't be so harsh and that whatever happened, he was still her father...

Besides he was so sad, and her momma always said that a little gift would make someone's day beyond our expectations.

At first, when he tried to take a step to her, she took one back which was like a stab straight to Morpheus' heart. He finally had a chance again with his kids but seeing the one he imagined to have be scared of him...

No father should feel that pain.

Feeling bad for what she had done, she took the book to her other arm and toddled up to him. Holding the damp cheek of her father with her much smaller hands, while her blue dress which was a different choice than the rest of the people who only wore golden and white,was making her seem even tinier, Morpheus smiled sadly and held hers between his hands thightly, but not enough to hurt her and two oceans met with each other.

One with the innocence and wonder of childhood, one with the despair and regrets of an eternal life.

Even if she looks cold, she is soft... Much like us...

"I'm sorry for the way I acted... Do you forgive me?"

Her little voice said shyly at him, with a cute flush to her plump cheeks and he couldn't help but choke on his chuckle with a smile at the way she changed her behaviour towards him, becoming like a little kitten trying to win their owner's heart.

"There is nothing to forgive, my beautiful dream... You deserve to feel like that to me-"

"No! Momma said we shouldn't judge people easily! Though I'm angry for you not coming earlier and make us cry, 's fine now!" She said with a beaming smile, which made Morpheus widen his eyes at how easy it was for her to be so bubbly and forgiving with someone she had just met, even if it was her father.

Heimdall was shocked yet pleased as well, seeing how they already started to bond over things they liked. Apparently, a bond between fathers and daughters were stronger than he thought.

Morpheus was, on the other hand overjoyed at the fact that Alora had come to him willingly and was now slowly warming up at the possibility of seeing him more. Her giggles were healing his cold and unmerciful heart surely and slowly and the only thing missing was meeting with his boys, who Alora adored and talked so fondly, and lastly... You.

Before he could have turned to Heimdall who were watching them, who also thought that maybe allowing the Dream Lord in Asgard was actually a good idea since the place had become shinier, Matthew suddenly burst in Asgard, without Heimdall even knowing and perched himself over Morpheus' shoulder who was holding the girl, who shrieked when she saw the bird suddenly, with a supporting hand behind her little back.

And what he had said made him almost drop his daughter in shock, which also was a sign for him to quicken his pace.

"Boss, my lady Y/N is alive but... She isn't herself anymore!"

"Excuse me for questioning you but... What are you exactly going to do with them? I thought you hated humans?"

"Oh I do, but... These are not just normal humans, Corinthian~"

Looking at you with fear and shock, the man with long hair struggled against his biddings and got his mouth out of the cloth that was stuck in his mouth. To be honest, seeing the woman who was his best friend after all those years trying to kill him wasn't what he thought their meeting would be like.

"Y/N? What... What are you doing? Why did you kidnap us- She's literally a kid!"

"I'm not her... And we both now you two aren't normal. Now be a good boy, and shut up~" you said with a sultry voice while playing with Hob's hair while looking at the girl beside him with a wolfish grin.

"They are no ordinary humans... For one is immortal and the other is the salvation of my sister, the one human she was tasked with protecting..."

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