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nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105 · 1 year 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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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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ivestas · 2 years ago

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hot head

Summary: You threaten a renowned colossi of a sniper and challenge him to fight.

Tags: sniper!könig x sniper!fem!reader, canon divergence, power imbalance(?), mentions of medicinal drug usage, unedited, reader implied to be on the younger side

Word count: 1.2k

Notes: I've decided to experiment more with characterization; I believe many character headcanons and depictions I make are often influenced by my own experiences, which is obvious, but it's hard to grasp when the character your writing is not only the opposite of you in many ways, but likely has a mindset much unlike yours (male, strong, a soldier, of a culture I know little of, etc) I feel like due to my own experiences, I unintentionally feminize and soften these hardened (male) characters... all this to say that if I keep jumping between versions of these characters, its due to this LMAO—also, the major parallels this has to one of my previous konig oneshots was intentional! and, as usual, sorry for the dubious quality, i just wanted to get the idea down!

You were nervous.

It was hard not to bounce your leg, glance left and right, fiddle with anything beside or on you (dog tag, straps of your gear, a random coin), just trying to shake away the underlying anxiety that ate away at you.

But this is your first 'high-stake' mission, and not only that, but you've been handed to by veterans way beyond your league. You felt clumsy among them, severely inadequate.

Especially since you've been paired with the master class sniper, König.

The mission, according to Aksel, is 'simple enough' for the two of you: you guys will be planted in opposite areas of the enemy base and shoot down and provide back up if stragglers come out or reinforcements come.

But, again—first fucking mission ever that's something as intense as this, and not only that, again, you were paired with König.

You hadn't said anything though, merely nodding to the instruction with a swift 'understood, sir!'

Though you couldn't deny it: it was eating at you, and with your mind clouded with so much thought, it was difficult determining if your hands were gonna be steady enough to shoot (even though it didn't matter because the mission was taking place next week).

While you were busy mulling and agonizing over the hundreds and thousands of ways you could fuck up, you hadn't noticed a certain man making his way to you.

It was only when he spoke that you realized there was someone near. Head shooting up, you spoke quickly, not quite processing right away who it was.

"Yes?"

And then it hit you:

It's König.

It shouldn't have been much of a surprise—it's only natural for pairs in mission to discuss the details and set some sort of plan beforehand; it's practically protocol, actually.

But still, it surprised you. Still, you were able to shake off the surprise quick enough for his words to properly register when he spoke.

"You're nervous."

König said the words with no ire, no disgust, no nothing. It was an observation, plain and simple.

"I... suppose I am, sir."

A puff of laughter—or was it just a scoff? Snort? "No need to address me as 'sir', I'm not your superior."

"Sorry. It's hard to when, you know," shut up. "you're kind of... legendary? I mean, master sniper and all," please just shut the fuck up. "You're kind of like a superior in a skill sense? You know in those rpgs when like—"

"I get it."

You laughed awkwardly, refusing to look at him directly.

"May I give you a piece of advice?"

You looked at him then. "Yes?"

"Cut the rambling short. Although I don't mind it, many others could and will use it against you—it's better to be blunt and honest rather than shy and all over the place." He lifted a finger. "One presumes and sets dominance," he lifted a second finger. "The other presumes and sets weakness."

You were a little offended by that. "Okay but what if I just stabbed them? Can't call me weak after that, even if I start stuttering like Porky Pig."

"..."

"...sorry."

König laughed, and this time, you could properly identify it as one; it was throaty, almost raspy. "I see now—you're a loose-lipped girl. Either a mumbling mess or a sharp-tongued harpy."

"That a bad thing or a good thing?"

"It depends; say I use it against you, will you commit to your word and stab me?"

"I... won't?"

"Then no longer are your words a threat to me, because I now know you're just bark and no bite—"

"I won't because we're comrades right now, but I'd stab you the moment my contract ends!"

Fuck. Fuck.

You did not just threaten a man nearly twice your height and thrice your muscle mass—

"You'll stab me when your contract ends?" He echoed. Amused.

Amused.

"Yeah, dull knife and all—cut you like butter." You rose from your seat, almost chest-to-chest, staring up at König with a glare.

He met your glare with crinkled eyes.

He was looking at you as though you were nothing but a petulant, whiny kid.

"Foolish girl," his voice was light, chiding. "You're barking at the wrong man. Surely you can see that?"

"You're awfully cocky, aren't you? Why not challenge this 'foolish girl' to a spar and prove your worth?!"

"Hmm... okay. I see why not. Perhaps a good hit or two will set you straight, no?"

It took you everything not to (try to) body-slam that fucker.

World renowned sniper or not, you're gonna kick his ass to the goddamn dirt till he's nothing but a pulp of fabric and blood.

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The two of you were quick to make your way outside, somewhere far enough where no one would see the unregulated fight, but close enough for the safe-house to be in your line of sight.

Sand whipped and pushed at you, the sun was scorching and degrading, but you held still; you were determined to kick König's ass—even if he's huge, you know how to fight big opponents, you trained rigorously to.

König stood two meters from you. He cast a long shadow, light kissing the top of his metal helmet. "The rules are simple enough; whoever keeps the other pinned down for five seconds win and we only use the military-issued knife. Is this fair?"

"Fair."

"Good," he nodded. "Start."

The sand made your footwork unsteady, but not enough to throw you off; light on your feet, you moved close to König, knife unsheathed.

He didn't pull out his knife—in fact, he hardly moved, merely pivoting from time to time from your swings.

You swung your blade forward, aiming for his vest; again, he easily dodged, and with your outstretched arm he pulled you forward.

You could hardly register the movement; one second you were on your feet, and the next you were flat on your stomach, sand in your mouth, and blade far from your hand.

You couldn't move: your wrists were tight in König's grip, his knee digging into your lower back. You tried wriggling your legs, but his knee dug deeper until you let out a pained wheeze.

Then, a moment later, he continued pushing his knee deeper. The sand burned your skin.

1...

2...

3...

"Okay—fuck, okay, stop—you win! Happy now?!"

4...

5...

He finally moved his knee. The shadow that cast over your body was gone.

"You should be happy, maus." He sighed somewhat dramatically. "Had it been any other man, I'm sure he would've been thrilled to harm a pretty girl. Many have twisted minds."

"I'll jus—eugh..." you spat out sand, flipping over and sitting on your ass, propping yourself up with your hands. "I'll just stab those ones, then—and wait! Why'd you say that? That's super creepy, and what does 'maus' mean—?"

"Enough of the blabbing." König said. "And 'maus' means mouse."

"Mouse?"

"Yes, because you chatter away like a little mouse. I like mice."

"You're..."

"Weird?"

"Weird would be underselling it," you muttered, getting on your feet.

"Hm. At least my severe 'weirdness' cured you of your anxiety."

You were ready to snap out an insult, but... he was right.

Your hands weren't shaking anymore. They were steady. You could trust them.

But you couldn't give him that. "Weird assumption, weirdo. I just had a lot of coffee."

"...it seems I've failed to cured you of your tongue, though.”

Childishly, you stuck out your tongue. "Loser."

He merely huffed a laugh at that. It didn't anger you as much as before.

Actually... it didn't piss you off at all.

He really was a weirdo. Nothing like the image you had conjured of him before. (You liked this version of König better.)

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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."

#könig #könig modern warfare #könig x reader #könig fluff #modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #cod mw2 fanfic #könig fanfiction #könig mw2

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legitalicat · 5 months 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 · 1 year 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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shiesan · 2 years ago

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I don’t know what to title

An Axel Syrios X Reader fic.

Kinda nsfw near the end but only if u squint

I think it’s afab? HAHAHA I wrote the first half a few months ago and just finished it today whoops. Not proof read but I still hope you like it

“Oi! I said I was sorry!”

You couldn’t hear him. Well, more of you didn’t want to listen. It was all the same old same old. “She’s just a friend.” “I don’t care about her, I care about you.” It’s not like you didn’t want to believe him. You did. Oh with your whole being, you’d want to believe him. And maybe, just maybe, deep in your heart you actually do. Though right now as you’re hurriedly running away from him that small part of you that wants to believe is nowhere to be seen.

Faster. Faster. Faster.

This is the only word that runs through your mind as you try to run away from Axel. Try. You knew sooner or later he’d be able to catch up but you were hoping that in his “dumb” head he’d think to leave you alone, that you’d need time.

A strong hand desperately grasps your arm, forcing you to a halt. Two grown figures standing on the sidewalk as the sun sets behind them, both breathing heavily from running.

“Y/n, please you gotta listen to me…She”

“I’m sorry, Axel. But I’m tired of listening to you.” You take a deep breath. “Let’s talk when we get home okay? I’m sorry for running away. Let’s just.. Just go home for now.”

You angrily yank your arm away from him. Eyes on the road in front of you and no words were spoken as you guys made the train back home. Just a silence that was filled with so much anxiety it physically took a toll on you. You felt weak. Your head was spinning at the thought of things taking turns for the worst. But at long last, you’ve arrived at your destination.

Both of you place your shoes near the entrance, taking small and calm steps you made it to the living room. Before sitting down you took a deep breath and tried to focus on your breathing, trying to reassure yourself everything was going to be okay.

“Okay,” you start off. “What do you have to say now?” as you finish your sentence you slowly turn to look at a disheveled Axel.

“Listen, I know you’re getting tired of this. Again and again, you see me with another girl and later I beg for forgiveness. Nothing ever happens though, please believe me.” The boy says. And it’s true. Axel is the type of man that believes one can be friends with the opposite gender. Well, you are as well but the thing is the girls that Axel hangs out with don’t think that. Multiple times have you had threats from other girls saying that they’ll steal him away from you.

Maybe, just a little bit, the fault lies on you for not telling him. But how could you? He’s such an extroverted person. He loves being in the presence of other people. In his eyes, the time he spends with the other girls is just friendly dates. You’d dread having to tell him that you don’t want to see him hanging out with xxx person. He’s so dense. He doesn’t see how others look at him with such glimmer in their eyes. Axel doesn’t know the disgusted looks people give you when they see you both together. Heck, he didn’t even know you liked him at first. You needed to plain out and tell him that you had feelings for him. Even then the man was confused “What feelings? Ha?”. But still. You’d hope he’d take a hint that it makes you uncomfortable seeing your boyfriend with other girls.

“Babe, please. Altare was there. We weren’t the only two people there. He was just in the bathroom taking a shit. See, look at this, we even have a picture of us three together.” He said desperately trying to show you the picture. Sure enough, Altare was there. More tears flood your eyes.

I’m wrong. I caused such a scene. What the fuck am I even doing? You wonder to yourself. Your face gets hot as tears uncontrollably leave your eyes.

*sniffles* “I, I’m so sawwy aksel. Yu dident chu anything wrong and I- “ you could barely finish your sentence. Or could you even call it one?

“Shh, my love it’s okay.” He pulls you into a hug and wipes away your tears. You look up at him and see his face as red as yours with tears falling from it as well. Axel was never a cryer. All these years of being together and he rarely cried. Somehow every time that he did cry it was about something related to you. Your anniversary, a gift you gave him on his birthday, you making him the best damn meal he had his whole life, a surprise date. He was a crybaby when it came to you.

He cups your face and wipes away more of your tears with his thumb. “Don’t cry anymore baby, okay? I know you feel guilty and all but I know it’s partially my fault as well. It was really just me and Altare today but she happened to be in the same restaurant by herself so we invited her over. And…. I know I’ve been an asshole of a boyfriend as well.”

You felt confused.

“Babe, you’ve been nothing but the best. Why would-”

“Let me finish yo. The whole reason why I was with Altare was that I wanted to get some advice on being a better boyfriend you know? We’ve been getting into a bit more fights recently and as per Altare it’s because ‘I am a dense motherfucker who doesn’t know that people are hitting on him’. “ He pauses. And you take that pause to thank the heavens for whoever was responsible for putting Regis Altare on the planet.

“After he pointed out shit I realized he was right. And that you were probably too scared to tell me.” He looks you in the eye expecting a response. You shyly nod.

“I’m so sorry for being ignorant, babe. It’s been causing you a lot of pain and here I was thinking everything was okay. I’ll be better from now on okay? I’ll be more cautious of people’s advances toward me.” He smiles and hugs you closer.

You hug him tighter. “And I’ll do my best to ward them off. Hehehe. They don’t know I’m the jealous type.” You say with a joking tone at the end.

Axel pulls away a bit and raises an eyebrow. “Oh? Is this jealousy the one you show more in the bedro-” He got cut off by you putting a hand over his mouth. Gently, he pulls your hand away from his mouth, chuckling as he does. “Just joking. A little bit of hehehaha won’t hurt anyone. Anyways, you’re right you can just ward them off!! If you see them making heart eyes at me just pull me closer and grab my ass like this.” He suddenly grabs your butt and you almost hit him in the head because of shock.

You laugh to yourself as the man in front of you has the cheekiest smile with a little bit of blush on his face.

“I love you.” You tell him as one of your hands gently cups half of his face. Axel turns his face a little to the side, nuzzling into your hand, and kisses it gently.

“I love you more.” He smiles, “So about that jealousy in the bedroom do you wanna give a demonstration or?”

“Oh shut up.” You say as you drag him into the bedroom.

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA i dont know the proper tags for this but i hoped you enjoyed cause i certainly did :3c

Love u always,

Shie-san.

#Axel Syrios #Axel Syrios x Reader #Holostars #Holostars x Reader #Tempus x Reader #Holostars Tempus #Holostars EN #Tempus HQ x Reader

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creativestalkerrs · 5 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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secretcoralgarden · 1 month ago

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👑. Switched Disney OCs! | A masterlist

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👑. Switched Disney Intro

💤. Rory || Genderbent Sleeping Beauty: PT. 1

🐠. Adrien || Genderbent Little Mermaid: PT. 1

🍂. Aksel || Genderbent Anna: WIP

🐻. Murray || Genderbent Merida: PT. 1

🌹. Beau || Genderbent Beauty: WIP

🐉. Ping || Genderbent Mulan: WIP

🐭. Elias || Genderbent Cinderella: PT. 1

❄️. Ezra || Genderbent Elsa: WIP

🐯. Jalal || Genderbent Jasmine: WIP

🍎. Micah || Genderbent Snow White: WIP

🎨. Rhys || Genderbent Rapunzel: WIP

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nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105 · 1 year 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."

#konig #konig cod #konig imagine #konig mw2 #cod konig #konig call of duty #konig modern warfare #konig x reader #konig x you #tor aksel Eriksen #cod krueger #sebastian krueger #sebastian krueger x reader #aksel cod #pining #cod fanfiction #cod fanfic #konig smut

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daisygirlwrites · 2 years ago

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First Look (Preview) König x fem! Reader (callsign Crash)

Happy Valentine's Day! I had a post planned today but family stuff came out and now I'm currently out on a date. I couldn't get it done today ;-; but here's a snippet of it!

gif credit: @bloodlst

edit: 2-20-23 (Full Version Here!)

Konig 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.

On the other hand though, you noticed him immediately, 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 Konig, 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.”

This interaction didn’t go unnoticed by Konig, 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 Konig 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, Konig hasn’t made up his mind yet. To elbow a superior took a lot of guts.

#daisygirlwrites #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #könig fanfiction #könig call of duty #könig x reader #könig modern warfare #konig call of duty #konig x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley

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multific · 2 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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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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