#angsty konig

[nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105]

“Haven’t I Given Enough”

König x Fem! (y/n)

TW-Super Angsty

“How was I suppose to know things were supposed to end. I’m a operator from Kortac Faction. My job was to get in and get out with the intel. But it was much more than that.”

“The way she looked at me hurt more then any gunshot, stab wound could hurt. She was afraid of me she wouldn’t look at me. She wouldn’t let me touch her. I know she didn’t want to believe that I was the beast that everyone talked about.”

“They promised me this was a solo mission. I never wanted her to see me do this.”

“Realizing who the target was. And how much I had fucked up. This was a set up from the beginning.”

“The target was an arms dealer and a smuggler. Or so I was told. But this wasn’t the target. This was a set up to get rid of me. But why? My job was to eliminate him. I had no idea that was her brother. The way she walked in and the way she looked at my handiwork.”

“The way she pointed her gun towards me. The sound of the gun going off. The ringing in my ears echoed.”

“I waited for death. But the sounds of someone falling and the gun hitting the ground. She stood before me holding her chest.”

I always wake up at that part. I don’t see why I’m being made to talk about this over and over I want to forget that it. Look Doc I know this exercise suppose to help me get pass these memories but I keep remembering her. I want to stop reliving that part where I fucked up my whole life.

“SHE DIED IN MY ARMS AND BY MY ALLIES THE 141 TASK FORCE!!!”

“They showed up. And there she was trying to save her brother but she pulled her gun on me. I watched her die.”

“I’ve given my mind, body, my whole life to this cause defending my country and my government.”

“Only to be given this?”

*Konig gestured to the therapist sitting across from him.*

“Sie ist meinetwegen tot”

-she’s dead because of me

“Suspended me, court martial me.”

“So ist es besser für mich. Schickt mich in die Hölle, das ist mir egal.”

-"It's better for me that way. Send me to hell, I don't care."

"Ich habe sie geliebt!"

-"I loved her!"

Konig you do know that you wake up thinking she’s still alive you’ve done that 5 times this month.

“You’re not in the armed services Mr. König”

"Worüber redest du?"

-“What are you talking about?”

“Mr. Konig it’s been 40 years since you were discharged. You don’t remember. Mr. Konig you’ve been with us for 10 years”

*The therapist takes notes on her patient*

~patient has no recollection of his episodes this week and keeps thinking he’s an operator from his younger days.

~patient brings up lost love that went by the name (y/n). He carries her picture with him everywhere asking all the staff and patients if they had seen her anywhere on the grounds.

~patient had a violent outburst yesterday. Something from dinner or one of the visitors perfume set him off.

~ran around the hospice like a mad man calling his lost loves name

~this morning woke up and started his army drills again. Disturbing all the patients.

~his condition isn’t improving. He keeps reverting back to his Kortac Days.

~but his condition is worsening. I’m afraid he isn’t gonna make it to tomorrow.

~binx’s our rest home staff member visited his room this morning and will not leave.

Binx is a cat.

I do hope he finds peace.

“Alright Mr. Konig it’s time for bed”

“You’re dismissed Soldier.”

König sat down on his bed pulling out all of his war pins and his uniform. Dressing himself up and fixing his hood.

“She loved seeing me like this especially after I made love to her and after we would dance. She loved slow dancing.”

“She made me promise her that I would find love in this life. And that she forgave me that day.”

“For my country and my job”

“Have I’ve Given Enough?!”

“Mr. Konig do you need me to stay with you?”

One of the staff members stayed in his room with room. Helping him in whatever way needed.

“No, she’s here to take me with her?”

“She’s here”

“Es ist zu lange her, mein Bär?”

-“"It's been too long, my bear?”

There she stood looking beautiful as ever. She looked beautiful as the day Konig had lost her. There she stood in her daisy sun dress. The one that Konig had bought for her for their 2nd year anniversary.

“Mein Schatz, es ist so schön, dich zu sehen. Ich habe geduldig auf dich gewartet.”

-"My darling, it's so nice to see you. I've been patiently waiting for you."

“How do I look?” “I’ve missed you.”

*Konig walked to her but as he touched her hand he too had reverted back to his younger self*

“Bist du jetzt bereit zu gehen?”

-"Are you ready to go now?"

(Y/N) looked at him with a smile holding his hand.

“Yes my Schatz take me with you. I’m ready to go.”

-together they left hand in hand walking to the bright light that led them to the rest of the 141 Task Force.

“Morning announcements.”

Last night our long time patient Mr. Konig passed peacefully in his sleep. His service will be held later this week. My office is open to everyone I understand this is a grieving process and I do encourage everyone to come visit my office. And if you like to visit the service later this week please do notify staff members to add you to the list at the front.

Walking into his room. Seeing all of his pictures of his friends and his beloved brings tears to my eyes. She must’ve been a special woman to him.

“Excuse me Doc what do we do with Mr. Konig stuff.”

“His belongs will be buried with him and his pictures as well. But this one will be framed in the front.”

The photo that was placed in the lobby was a group photo. Where Konig held his beloved in his arms. She stood beside him. And everyone from the Task Force 141 stood together smiling looking at the camera. The way they look in their younger days they were stunning.

But Mr. Konig beloved was quite the looker. She held him on his waist her hand laid on his stomach. The way Konig tried to level himself out for her to stand beside him for the photo.

a/n credit to the artist for the gif. Name is label beneath the gif.

[loving-azerath]

ANGSTY JOHN PRICE FIC

"Ain't no sunshine when she's gone" It was something Price heard often. It was something he sang in the showers when no one was around if it got stuck in his head. He never saw it any anything other than a song. Anything but an earworm. You would laugh with him. Smile with him. Sometimes if you were both in the shower, hands exploring the same body that had grown addicted to the touch. The feeling of your soaked wet bodies under the spray. Sometimes he would sing even then. Sometimes you would sing with.

If it came on in the car he would skip it though, moving towards dad rock or whatever song you had in your head at the time. His hand on your thigh. His eyes glancing over at you in the middle of traffic. God what a sight you were to him. Even in dead stop traffic he didn't mind. He didn't want to go anywhere. In his mind if the traffic didn't move neither did the world. Time could freeze. Just you and him, in a car. Your smile, your eyes. You infectious laugh when he told you one of his corny ass jokes.

It was everything to him. You made traffic fun. You made living life fun. You made everything feel so light. So bright. When in his world he only saw things under the dim scope of pessimism. You brightened everything.

Then suddenly, those lyrics were no longer just lyrics.

He was on a mission when he got that call. He was walking around the safehouse he was located at with his team. They were bickering around an old wooden table, playing a game of uno that Gaz was sure Ghost was cheating at. He was.

He answered it like he did every phone call.

"Captain John Price" He greets, it was a habit.

"Hello, sir this is Dr. Diaz from Saint Joseph's Hospital. This is regarding your wife, Reader Price" The voice says, he stopped walking

"My wife? Is she alright? What is she doing at hospital?" He asks, confused. Like that the arguments stop. The men looking up from their game. Their faces falling into a concerned expression. It was even evident on Ghost's eyes.

"She was admitted earlier today, there was a car accident and she came in with severe head trauma and blood loss. I am calling to inform, because while we were attempting to run tests to determine her condition, she unfortunately passed away. I am so sorry for your loss on behalf of myself and Saint Joseph's Hospital." He says, it was like the air was removed from his lungs. It felt like the blood not only left his face but heart too leaving it beating hopelessly in his chest while the chill took over.

"What?" He asks,

"I am sorry for your loss. We did what we could. Unfortunately the injuries she sustained in the accident were too severe and she succumbed to them too fast " He says, Price furrows his brows in confusion. He didn't understand. It didn't make sense. No because you had texted him that morning. You had sent him a good morning text with that fucking sunshine emote that creeped him out. He just stood there. Confused. The doctor says his goodbyes, yet even when the phone clicks off Price didn't remove it from his ear. He just stared ahead of him. The world around him seemingly to shift and move and he was being thrown off.

"Cap?" Soap asks approaching, Gaz on his tail.

"Captain? Is the missus alright?" Gaz asks, they get closer and as soon as Gaz goes to touch his shoulder his entire knees buckled. Soap catching his other side while Gaz hangs on tight.

"Woah woah- Cap? Cap?" Soap starts

"Price, mate what's happened?" Ghost asks getting up from the table, Price just shook his head. He could barely comprehend what he was told let alone be able to say it himself.

"No-" He manages out but it was all he could as they start lowering him to the floor. Noticing he wasn't catching his groundings again. He wasn't getting up.

The light seemed to be sucked out of the room. Suddenly he was on the floor and he still couldn't ground himself enough to understand. Enough to let it sink in.

"Ain't no sunshine when she's gone"

Suddenly meant everything to him. He suddenly understood. Because after that he couldn't find it. He would stand outside sometimes, feeling the heat on his face and yet he didn't feel like it was light. He didn't feel like it was bright enough.

He stopped skipping it in the car. Letting it play all the way through stuck in the same traffic when he was home. He wished the world would move. He wished this fucking prius would learn how to fucking drive and would just do it.

Suddenly the world seemed so quiet. So dim. So empty. Showers were cold no matter how hot the water. Beds felt too big. He would text your number. Sending that little fucking sun emote that he hated so much. Until one day the texts turned green. He called the phone company but they had already reassigned your phone number. He was dying inside. Suddenly those lyrics didn't seem like just lyrics, they felt like a death sentence. Though for him. Because everyday that he lived without your sunshine was another day he was left cold. Left freezing. Left getting frostbite on his nerves and heart. The world had taken you from him. The world that you made so fun.

Nighttime was the worst but felt the most true. He hated the lonely nights but he preferred the dim moonlight to the false sun in the sky. The sun trying so hard to shine as bright as you once had and yet it could never quite get it right.

There was truly no more sunshine, with you gone.

[personwhowrites]

Hi! I wanna say I love your work! I had a request and I was wondering if that’s okay with you. It’s okay if you don’t want to do it.

How TF141 + Alejandro + König react when Y/n die who was shot by enemy aiming at her heart. After the funeral, they found a flash drive when they look around in Y/n room missing her. The flash drive was a record video, they watch Y/n telling them a about great memories they’re having. Before the video is over, Y/n tell them they left a gift in their room before she die.

Floorboard

"Take down the target!" You transmit urgently over the radio. "Moving eastward."

"Lavender, hold up," Soap's voice crackles through the comms, stopping you in your tracks. "I see movement in that direction. Sniper!"

Scanning your surroundings, you spot König nearby. A gunshot echoes through the air and you hit the ground, König doing the same. Soap confirms the elimination of the sniper over the radio.

"Regroup at the safe house," Price commands over the comms. "Move out, soldiers!"

You and König exchange a look and get to your feet, ready to follow orders. Unbeknownst to Soap, another sniper lies in wait, their crosshairs trained on you. Before König can react, a bullet pierces your heart, sending you tumbling to the ground. König screams in shock and rushes to your side, cradling you in your final moments as the world fades to black.

".....My room...." You gasp, clutching König's hand. "My....ro...."

John “Captain” Price 

Price struggled to accept that you were gone. He, too, was haunted by your death in the following days, much like the others. Often, he would find himself in your room after a night of heavy drinking, but he refused to smoke his cigars in there. He remembered how much you detested the smell, and he couldn't bear to add to the hurt that he felt in your absence.

On the day of your funeral, Price couldn't bring himself to look at the coffin that held your body. It was then that the finality of your loss hit him. The memories of all the times you had spent together were now nothing more than a painful reminder of what he had lost. Price found himself wishing he could relive those moments with you over and over again, but deep down he knew that was impossible now that you were truly gone.

As Price and Gaz stood alongside Soap, they overheard König mumbling to himself about your final words: "My room." Confused as to why König had never shared this information before, they wondered whether anyone else had been told. After the funeral, the group of men went out to drink, with Price and Gaz prodding König to reveal what he knew about your last words. Eventually, König let slip that you had indeed said something about your room.

Price and Gaz left the bar immediately and made their way back to the base. With a sense of urgency, they began tearing apart your room, searching for whatever it was that you wanted to show them. As they worked, Soap, Alejandro, Ghost, and König stood by, watching the scene unfold. Eventually, Soap and Alejandro joined in the search, combing every inch of your room for any clues. The room became a frenzy of activity as the group scoured it for anything that might have been important to you.

Soap eventually found a flash drive, but as soon as he did, Price snatched it out of his hands and ran to his office, not stopping until he was at his computer. Without a second thought, he plugged the flash drive in, not caring what might open. When he saw a file titled "141 team," he clicked it and began playing the videos. As the videos played, Soap and Gaz appeared behind him, watching over his shoulder with great interest. The three of them were transfixed by the footage, each lost in their own thoughts as they watched.

As the video played, Price's eyes were drawn to the date: just two days before your death. In the video, you looked incredibly excited as you pointed to the floorboard under the bed. The video ended abruptly, but Price had seen enough. He got up and pushed past Soap and Gaz, enlisting Alejandro's help to move the bed. They lifted the floorboard and found gift boxes and a note that read, "To my wonderful team."

Price grabbed a box with his name on it and opened it, revealing a hat. He held it close to himself, feeling the weight of your loss more deeply than ever before. Tears streamed down his face as he whispered your name, rubbing the material of the hat in his hands. 

"Oh, y/n," he said, his voice breaking. "Y/n..."

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

At first, Gaz was like Price, struggling to accept your death. He felt a deep sense of loss and guilt for not being there in your final moments. Gaz found himself drawn to your room, where he would sit in silence with Price, sharing the weight of their collective grief. Gaz didn't know how to confront the pain and confusion he felt, and found comfort in your presence even though you were gone. In those quiet moments, he tried to make sense of the void you left behind and find some sense of closure.

On the day of your funeral, Gaz stood by Price's side. He knew how much you meant to him, almost like a daughter. At first, Gaz couldn't bear to look at your open casket, the one your family had chosen for you. Eventually, he approached your lifeless body and tears welled up in his eyes. To him, you looked like you were just sleeping, but he knew you wouldn't wake up. Gaz made his way back to Price, who was with Soap and overheard König mumbling about your last words. Gaz looked at Price and Soap, making sure they had heard him too.

Gaz suggested going to the bar, but Alejandro declined and left without saying a word. König, Soap, Price, and Ghost went to the bar. Price was the first to ask about your last words, and Gaz and Soap followed suit when they noticed König was about to break. Finally, König revealed your last words about your room. Gaz and Price left the bar without paying for their drinks to immediately go to your room. As soon as they arrived, Gaz started moving tubes and searching for anything you might have hidden. When Soap and the others arrived at the door, Gaz gestured for their help, and he was relieved when they joined the search.

As soon as Soap found something, Gaz watched Price immediately snatch it and dash off to his office. Gaz saw Soap was also curious and without hesitation, they both followed Price. When they entered the room, Gaz saw that Price was watching videos of you and him. They clicked through the videos until they reached the last one. Gaz peered over Price's shoulder and saw the date. It was only two days before your death. Price abruptly stood up and rushed past Gaz and Soap, determined to go back to your room.

As Gaz watched the videos, he realized how much of your life you had recorded with them. Your voice echoed in the office as the videos played. Gaz couldn't take it anymore and ran to your room leaving Soap behind. The first thing he sees is  Alejandro and Price moving your bed away. He was shocked to see them revealing something under the floorboards.

As Price started crying, Gaz ran over to him and saw the gifts, picking up the one in his name. It was a new British hat, something he had been needing. He heard Price mumbling to himself and whispering your name. Soon, Gaz found himself crying too

“..Bloody hell..” Gaz mumbles taking his own hat off. “Bloody hell.. y/n..”

John “Soap” MacTavish 

Soap was just a few miles away from the location where you died, when he heard König call out that you had been hit. A wave of guilt hit him as he quickly shot the hidden sniper who had taken your life. The weight of your death was too much for him to bear, and he couldn't even bring himself to enter the hallway where your room was located. The pain was overwhelming, and Soap believed that it was his fault that you had died.

On the day of your funeral, Soap made an effort to meet every single family member he could. However, he couldn't help but feel crushed when he saw how different you were from your own family. The team knew you better than they did. As he saw your lifeless body in the casket, his heart ached. Soap closed the casket, not caring what others thought. He noticed Price standing alone and walked over, soon followed by Gaz. König was standing to the far right, muttering to himself about your last words and blaming himself for not seeing the sniper. Both Gaz and Soap exchanged a look, silently agreeing that they had heard König's words.

When Gaz suggested going to the bar, Soap reluctantly agreed, torn between wanting to mourn your death in private and wanting to be with his team. He looked around and was surprised to see Ghost already at the bar, but he didn't mention it to the others. As they drank, Price started questioning König about your final words, and Soap joined in, putting pressure on König to reveal what you had said. Eventually, König spoke up, causing Gaz and Price to leave without paying. Soap ended up paying for the drinks, while König and Ghost paid their share and hurried out of the bar. Alejandro was waiting outside the base, and Soap ran to your room, consumed by guilt and desperate to know what you had meant. He paused at the door when he saw Price and Gaz searching the room frantically, searching for something.

Soap nudges Alejandro for help as Gaz looks to them for assistance. Alejandro quickly gets to work while Soap hesitates for a moment before taking a deep breath and beginning to search through your desk. In the process, a flash drive falls out - everyone is aware that you weren't allowed to keep such a thing in your room. Soap brings it up, but before he can do anything, Price snatches it out of his hands and rushes off. Soap looks to König and Alejandro, both surprised by Price's behavior. Soap decides to follow Price and finds Gaz already there. Price proceeds to play the videos, but Gaz soon leaves the room. Ghost enters and watches the videos with Soap until he can't take it anymore and leaves Ghost alone. As Soap walks out of the room, he comes across Gaz and Price holding hats and crying.

Soap walks over to where Gaz and Price are holding hats and crying. He looks at the gifts and picks one up with his name on it. It's a handkerchief with the Scottish flag on the side. As he holds it up to his cheek, tears well up in his eyes. He realizes how much you will be missed by everyone, and he keeps himself silent as he listens to Gaz. The handkerchief feels like a tangible representation of your hand, and it makes him feel closer to you even though you are gone.

Simon “Ghost” Riley 

As soon as König announced that you had been hit, Ghost felt paralyzed. He couldn't move or breathe, and the news that you had passed away in König's arms was too much to bear. He fell to his knees and let out a sob, realizing that he had lost someone else in his life whom he had promised to protect. Ghost was unable to process your death in a healthy way and closed off his feelings to everyone, even pushing Price away and leaving him to drink alone. Ghost forced himself to work until he was close to passing out, trying to distract himself from thinking about your death.

On the day of your funeral, Ghost found himself unable to attend. Instead, he went to the bar and ordered your favorite drinks, savoring each one slowly as if trying to hold onto the memories of you. He pulled out a photo of the group and you, staring at it with a heavy heart. The day you died, a part of him died too, leaving him feeling empty and hopeless.

Unbeknownst to him, the others had also decided to go to the same bar. As Soap entered, his eyes met Ghost's, and he slowly made his way over to join the rest of the team.

As Ghost listened to the men's conversation, he sensed an uneasiness in the air. Price was pressing König for something that he couldn't quite comprehend. But when König mentioned your last words, Ghost's attention was immediately grabbed. Gaz and Price quickly left the bar, leaving only Soap, König, and Ghost behind. Ghost watched as Soap offered to pay for their drinks, but he refused to let him pay for his own. König did the same and paid for his own drinks.

As the group rushed to the base, Alejandro was already waiting for them as if he knew what was going on. Ghost observed as Gaz and Price hurried to your room, with Soap and Alejandro following closely behind. König hesitated for a moment before following suit. Ghost trailed behind the others, but froze at the door to your room. Seeing people frantically searching for something made him feel a strange sense of distress. Just as Ghost was about to speak up, Soap announced that they had found a flash drive, which Price quickly snatched away.

Ghost observed as Gaz and Soap trailed behind, while Alejandro shook his head in exasperation and König hung his head, unwilling to witness the chaos caused by the group of four. Ghost surveyed the room, which was in complete disarray. He walked towards the desk, picked up a journal, and slipped it into his jacket slowly. As Ghost moved towards the door, he noticed Price rushing towards the room. Feeling concerned, he followed Price into his office, with Gaz passing by him. Inside, Soap was watching videos silently before finally leaving the room. Ghost glanced at the computer screen and noticed the dates on the videos. The last video played, revealing you pointing under your bed, wearing his favorite jacket. His heart sank, and he removed the flash drive, tucking it into his pocket. With frustration, Ghost took off his balaclava, sat down on Price's chair, and let out a deep, angry sigh.

“Fucking hell..” Ghost mumbles under his breath. “Y/n.. I never got to tell you.. how I felt..”

Alejandro Vargas

Alejandro's world plunged into darkness when everything occurred. The announcement of your death and the details surrounding it left him in utter despair. Coping with the situation was a challenge for Alejandro, particularly given the closeness he shared with you. Eventually, Alejandro composed himself enough to contact Rodolfo and recount the tragic events that had transpired. As he watched his formerly strong and compassionate acquaintances become numb, his own sense of isolation and grief intensified. The knowledge that he had no one to confide in about his feelings only compounded his pain.

On the day of your funeral, Alejandro remains in the background, intentionally avoiding anyone who tries to approach him. The last thing he desires is to have one of your family members interrogate him. Although he watches as Soap closes the casket, Alejandro experiences a sense of relief upon seeing it happen. He takes note of Ghost's absence and observes König standing in attendance, staring at his hands. Alejandro doesn't want to linger, as the sight of the blackness in the room causes his body to ache. He fears that one day, this same tragedy may befall him or someone he loves.

When Gaz suggests going to the bar, Alejandro declines and walks away. His feet carry him through the town, but his mind remains fixated on memories from the past, memories he wishes he could relive with you. He walks past each store, imagining how you would have loved to go inside and grab anything within your reach. Eventually, he makes his way to the base, gazing at it as he approaches. Memories flood back, recalling the first time he met you and how the team had initially thought he was crazy for not wanting to meet the entire team at once. He reminisces about how Soap would try to "translate" for you when he spoke Spanish, often saying the wrong things.

Alejandro soon hears the heavy footsteps of Gaz and Price as they run up to the base. He feels a sense of anger rising within him, although he can't quite understand why. He has a feeling that something is about to happen in your room. Alejandro follows Price, Gaz, and Soap to your room and observes as Gaz and Price search for something desperately. Soap elbows Alejandro to help, and he does his best, although he doesn't know what he's searching for.

After what feels like hours, Soap finally finds something. Price takes it away with Gaz following along after him. Soap waits for a few minutes before running after them. Meanwhile, Alejandro watches as Ghost takes a journal. His mind drifts off as König stares at the floor. Suddenly, Price rushes into the room once more, preparing to move the bed you once laid in. Alejandro quickly reacts and helps Price, slowly moving the bed as Price picks up a floorboard. 

The sight of the gifts labeled with each member's name causes Alejandro's heart to sink even further. He hears Price softly sobbing as he holds a hat, and soon Gaz joins in, with Soap staring silently at his own gift. Alejandro kneels down and picks up a lighter, which has self-drawn roses with the Mexican flag on it. He sits down and leans against the wall, soon joining Gaz and Price in their sobs. The weight of the moment is almost too much for Alejandro to bear, and he feels as if the world is collapsing around him. The pain of losing you is almost unbearable, and he wishes he could turn back time and relive those moments with you again.

“Amor.. ay mi amor..” Alejandro mumbles softly holding the lighter in his hand. “Mi amor…” 

König 

König cannot and will never be able to get rid of the image of your death. The memory of how he held your hands while you whispered your last words made his entire world shatter. The sight of your eyes slowly closing and a smile on your face, even after death, has left an indelible mark on König's mind. He wasn't the kind of person to be impacted by someone's death, yet yours has made him crumble into dust. He wishes that the dust would fly away and he could forget the pain of that moment.

König will always feel guilty for not holding you closer in his arms, for not doing more to protect you. He can only stare at his hands and remember the weight of your body in them, as he replays the events of that day over and over in his mind. The grief and regret that he feels are almost too much to bear, and he wishes that he could turn back time and change the course of events.

On the day of your funeral, König was overcome with grief. The sight of all the black attire worn by your family and friends only served to intensify his sadness. He felt like he was on the verge of leaving the place, unable to bear the weight of his emotions. However, something kept him rooted to the spot. He stood there, his body stiff and unresponsive, staring at his hands, which felt empty and useless.

He couldn't help but think of your last words to him, which replayed over and over in his mind. He muttered them to himself, unable to shake the memory of you whispering them to him as he held your hand.

When Gaz suggested they go to the bar, he agreed, hoping that a drink or two could ease the immense pain he was feeling. However, he was unaware of what was about to unfold. Once they arrived, he ordered himself a few drinks, slowly sipping on them. Price then asked König a question that caused his entire body to freeze. König remained silent, but Gaz and Soap started to pressure him too. Eventually, König broke down and revealed the information they were seeking. Watching Price and Gaz rush out made him feel uneasy. He wondered if they were going to cause some trouble. Soap offered to pay for everyone's drinks, but he paid for his own. König didn't want Soap to pay for his drinks, so he followed Ghost's example and paid for them himself. Upon returning to the base, König saw a hint of anger on Alejandro's face, something he wished he could understand.

Everything that happened afterwards was a blur for König. At first, most of the group was searching through your room, but then it suddenly stopped. König felt people rushing out of your room but he didn't notice anything. He stared at his hands again, not wanting to see the mess in your room. When he felt two more people walking away from the room, he looked up and saw Ghost stuffing something into his jacket before walking away. It was a couple of minutes later that Price returned, and König was still lost in his own thoughts, unaware of the movement of your bed. He took some time to look up again, only to find Soap, Gaz, Price, and Alejandro looking down at the floor, each holding something in their hands. König walked over to them and saw that they were all holding gifts that he had helped you secretly get. König knelt down and picked up his own gift - a small stuffed cat. He then looked at the rest of the gifts and saw that they were all in perfect condition, even after so many months.

“..Y/n.. Im sorry..” König mumbles holding the stuffed cat close to his heart. “I’m sorry..”

[euovennia]

the archer | könig

so sorry to keep you all waiting (especially the anon who requested this), i got a bit too invested and this ended up being just over 8k words...whoops. anyway, it's finally here and i'm excited for you all to read it! thank you for requesting, and as always, i hope you enjoy <3 (also thank you for getting this blog to over 1,000 followers, that's insane!!! thank you so much!!!)

pairing: könig x fem!reader

warnings: angst, könig being a little toxic, brief mention of injuries, discussion about the insufferable behavior of dolphins

summary: the difficult journey of loving a man who doesn't think he's worthy of love (based on this request)

Combat, I’m ready for combat

I say I don’t want that, but what if I do?

‘Cause cruelty wins in the movies

I’ve got a hundred thrown-out speeches I almost said to you

König rises from his makeshift bed on the floor with a sharp gasp as his left hand raises itself from his side to rest upon his heart that seemed to be beating too fast and too slow all at once. His eyes briefly fall onto the sleeping faces of his fellow comrades as he lets out a few shaky breaths in an attempt to calm himself down from the unfortunate dream he’d stirred awake from. After a few moments of half-assed breathing exercises and clenching and unclenching the hand that wasn’t resting upon his chest, he can almost feel his body become lighter as his panic slowly begins to fizzle out into something calmer. Even so, he can’t help but notice the small spike of dread that tugs at his heartstrings when the image of you settles into his mind. The feeling is illogical, that much he knows, but as his gaze drifts over to the door of the master bedroom in the safe house the team was currently occupying, he can’t seem to stop his mind from spiraling. Once ensuring his infamous black hood is properly secured over his face, he quietly rises to his feet before stalking off toward the door of the master bedroom and opening it. He gives the room a quick glance before fully stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him. His eyes trail along the rundown walls of the room before eventually landing on your figure that’s sitting on the cushioned seats of the window nook as you peer into the darkness of the night, gun propped up by your side along with a small leather bound journal with the accompanying pen being expertly twirled around your nimble fingers. Not wanting to stare any longer in an effort to avoid coming across as creepy, he begins walking closer in your direction before stopping just a few feet shy of you.

You don’t spare him a glance as you begin to speak, “You’re up late.”

He shrugs, “Bad dream.”

You offer him a small hum before tearing your gaze away from the window and give the open spot beside you a few pats. He eyes you for a few moments before stepping forward and taking a seat beside you, body stiff and face expressionless. Not that you’d be able to tell the difference anyway.

You lean against the wall as you nudge his thigh with your boot causing the muscle to twitch. You pretend not to notice.

“What was your dream about?”

His lips settle into a small frown before responding, “It’s not important.”

He rips his gaze away from you in favor of staring at the floorboards and he misses the way you roll your eyes in exasperation.

“So you just like being in here with me then?”

Yes.

He shakes his head, “No. Just wanted to check on you, make sure you didn’t fall asleep.”

A huff of laughter escapes you, “That was one time–”

He interrupts you, “One time too many, I’m afraid.”

You raise your hands in defense before continuing, “Well…You’ve checked on me and now you know I’m not asleep. You’re free to leave now, König.”

He clenches his fists once more upon hearing his callsign fall from your lips. Surely you know what you do to him, right?

“I’d rather not.”

You quirk a brow up, “Why not?”

He keeps his gaze steady on the ground, “I’m not tired.”

Him not being tired is a perfectly reasonable thing to say. At least, it would’ve been if he hadn't let a massive yawn slip past his lips the moment he told the small fib.

“Not tired, hm?”

He can’t help but feel thankful for the hood that’s currently draped over his head, less opportunity for you to see the blush that dusts across his face as he tries to ignore the way your eyes pierce into him.

Upon receiving no response you sit up straighter, “Is this about your dream?”

The way he seems to close in on himself tells you everything. Your lips pull into a small frown as you fidget with your hands, willing yourself to say something.

“I’m afraid of dolphins,” You blurt out.

Your expression morphs into one of mild embarrassment as his eyes snap over to you, a curious glint shining back at you.

It’s hard to miss the incredulity in his tone as he speaks, “What?”

You firmly plant your hands against your knees as you continue, “Dolphins scare me.”

A small smile tugs at the edge of his lips, “Wait till you hear about sharks.”

“I’m actually not afraid of sharks.”

His eyes widened in surprise, “Really? How’d you manage that?”

You let out a small exhale, “I’ve done a fair bit of research into sharks and dolphins over the years, and I’ve found that dolphins are infinitely more terrifying than sharks.”

He straightens out his back, intrigued as he motions for you to continue with a wave of his hand.

“Dolphins are really horny–”

He can’t hold back the small bout of laughter that falls from his lips, “That’s why you’re scared of them?”

You frantically shake your head as you try to fight back a smile, “No it’s not ‘cause of that, you didn’t let me finish!”

“Well then you better hurry or else I’m gonna think you’re scared of dolphins cause they like sex.”

You ignore the heat that spreads through your cheeks as you continue, “It’s their horniness that makes them scary. Male dolphins have a high sex drive, and sometimes it makes them a bit…aggressive in their approach for sex.”

König nods his head in understanding at your words before you continue speaking, “They’ve been known to murder their own offspring so they can immediately be ready for another pregnancy. Hell, sometimes they’ll even go around murdering other aquatic animals and their babies just for fun!”

König’s eyes widen at your statement, “Really?”

You nod, “Yes! Sometimes they get so bored that they’ll start going around killing other animals just to have some fun. They always make it so brutal too.”

He cringes, “Didn’t think they did all that. I always thought they were cute.”

You scrunch your nose in distaste, “Absolutely not. Besides, I’m not alone in my fear of dolphins. Sharks are actually quite scared of them too. They’ve even been known to check their surroundings to make sure there aren’t any dolphins around before they sleep because dolphins will actually hunt them if food’s been scarce.”

König leans against the wall behind him, “That’s heavy.”

“It is, isn’t it? Dolphins are jerks.”

He nods in agreement, “Dolphins are jerks.”

A comfortable silence pervades the room as you take a few moments to peer out through the window as his mind steadily falls back into the throes of his all too familiar dream. A grimace comes to rest upon his face as his mind begins to wander off from the anti-dolphin rhetoric newly placed in his head by you in favor of staring at his hands, the same hands that have delivered death to dozens of enemy soldiers who were up to no good.

At least that’s what he tells himself as he continues to stare down at his hands, but after a few moments, he can’t help but notice the heaviness that begins to weigh down on his chest.

They were all bad people up to no good…right?

He lets out an exasperated sigh causing you to turn your attention back on the large man beside you.

“What’s on your mind, König?”

He nearly cries in frustration. How could he resist telling you anything when you call his name so sweetly? He plants his hands on his thighs as he keeps his gaze steady on the floor.

“Do you think we’re good people?”

Your brows scrunch together in confusion as your head tilts to the side.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean–”

He lets out a small sigh as he attempts to gather his thoughts together.

“–With the things we do…Our job. Do you think we’re good people?”

The confusion on your face smoothes out.

“I think so. We’re helping the world, aren’t we?”

König breaks his focus from the floor to look up at you.

“Is it really that simple though? Are we really able to write off all the horrible things we’ve done to other people just because we help another group of people? Do we have that authority?”

As his small line of questioning comes to a close, your eyes settle on your rifle that’s pressed up against the wall beside you. You let out a small breath of air as you start to speak.

“Well, when you put it like that, maybe we aren't such good people.”

His gaze falters.

“But I don’t think we’re bad people either.”

The question tumbles from his lips before he can do anything to stop it, “Do you think I’m a good person?”

He watches as your eyes glaze over with something he’s not quite able to distinguish, something soft.

“I think you’re a good person,” You quietly admit before turning the question back on him, “Do you think you’re a good person?”

He fights off the urge to gnaw on his bottom lip.

“I try to be.”

You offer him a gentle smile, “Then that’s all that matters.”

He seems to think about your words for a few moments before giving you a slow nod.

“That’s all that matters,” He affirms.

You reach over and grab onto his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before pulling away and turning your focus back onto the window. He looks down at that same hand, a familiar warmth he found could only be provided by you as he tries to slow the way his heart threatens to beat out of his chest. He takes in a few deep breaths before looking back up at you and admiring the way the moonlight seems to caress your features. He presses his lips together in a thin line as he recalls the countless speeches he’d scrawled on random pieces of paper neatly tucked away in his desk drawer at his apartment. With you vigilantly keeping watch beside him, he can’t help but wonder if one day he’ll ever let you read them.

Easy they come, easy they go

I jump from the train, I ride off alone

I never grew up, it’s getting so old

Help me hold onto you

“Please say something,” You practically beg as you stare up at König who seems to have frozen in place.

Despite the overwhelming urge he has to lift the hood up off his face, place his large hands on your cheeks, and pull you toward him in a loving kiss, he finds that he can’t bring himself to do such a thing.

Everything just feels so wrong. The once soft and warm glow from the lights above the two of you fill his very being dread as they seem to cast a daunting shadow over your figure he swears hadn’t previously been there. The bright white walls of the building seem to fade into a dismal shade of grey as his eyes catch onto the multiple cracks and stains that litter them; had the walls always looked this miserable? He can practically feel his skin go up in flames as he becomes all too aware of the clothes he’s wearing. He had dressed himself in some of his most comfortable clothes, so why did they suddenly feel so tight and suffocating as they clung to his body?

And you.

When did your soft and loving eyes turn into two cesspools of unbridled fear and anxiety? Where have your kind eyes gone? Why are you looking at him like that? Is it because he hasn’t said anything since you’d pulled him aside and put all your cards on the table? Is it because you told him you had fallen in love with him and he didn’t even have the decency to utter a single word in response? Do you hate him for it?

With every second that ticks by, he can feel his composure slipping away as he feels your stare melt into him. It’s become far too much to handle far too quickly. He needs to get away. Get away from the walls that he can just feel closing in on him. Get away from the floor that he practically begs to swallow him whole. Get away from the one who haphazardly ripped his carefully crafted walls down and forced him to feel so exposed and turn into such a pitiful disaster.

He needs to get away from you.

And so without even bothering to spare you a glance, he quickly maneuvers around your body and walks away from the conversation in hopes of finding refuge somewhere else. Anywhere but here. Anywhere away from you.

He doesn’t.

I’ve been the archer

I’ve been the prey

Who could ever leave me, darling?

But who could stay?

The past two weeks had been nothing short of miserable, courtesy of König. Ever since he’d left you stranded in that godforsaken hallway, you’d made it your personal mission to track him down in even the most bizarre places around base. In fact, you can distinctly remember how he’d nearly fallen off the roof of a building he’d climbed on top of after you came up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder with no warning. Even after you’d grabbed onto his arm and helped him regain his footing, he merely ripped his arm away from you before climbing back down the building, but not before glaring down at you with his eyes narrowed in a look of contempt. It would’ve hurt more if you hadn’t already become used to it.

Despite his unbothered exterior that only became bothered when you were around, he wasn’t faring any better. If he wasn’t forced into seeing the look of anguish that flooded your irises every time he turned away from you, he was forced to see it in his memory as he recalled the way he selfishly left you to pick up the pieces of the heart he shattered when he made the decision to leave you all alone in that hallway. The same hallway that he now has to practically run through in a feeble attempt to fend off the sinking feeling that festers deep within his very being.

By no means was he proud of the way he was treating you, he despised it. Truth be told, he wanted nothing more than to sweep you up into his arms and guard you with his life but he couldn’t bring himself to do such a thing. No, not with the line of work the two of you had found yourselves in. Not when you were forced to tread the line of death every couple of weeks to fulfill a mission that, ultimately, would be forgotten about in just a few months time, if even that.

He’d seen the strain put on relationships as a result of the job in the form of the various failed romances his fellow soldiers had pursued. Lack of communication, not living up to your partner’s expectations, and the all too common issue of infidelity. While each was unfortunate, there was one thing that he himself could barely wrap his head around; the death of your significant other. He played witness to the way the surviving half of the relationship always seemed to crumble in on themselves as the dreaded news fell onto them far too many times. He knew it was a special kind of pain, one he doubted he’d ever recover from if it was him on the receiving end of such a tumultuous life event. He knew it was silly in a way. How can one be a soldier and not be comfortable with death? He’s not quite sure himself, but he simply chooses to ignore it. The day he feels comfortable with death is the day he officially loses himself.

The thought almost makes him chuckle.

Lose myself, he thinks, Haven’t I done that already?

He lays on his back as he stares up at the ceiling, hood pulled off his head and discarded on the small end table beside his bed. He remains silent as his mind thinks back to the conversation you had with him months ago.

“Do you think I’m a good person?”

“I think you’re a good person…Do you think you’re a good person?”

“I try to be.”

The memory is almost enough to make him start ripping his hair out with his bare hands. You saw him struggling with himself, with his morality, and you, perhaps one of the kindest souls he’s ever come to know, reached out and placated him with your loving gaze and gentle reassurance. You offered him a guiding light of hope in his moment of darkness. And how had he repaid you? By becoming the cold and callous monster he had always thought himself to be? By taking all of his worst fears and projecting them onto you? How can you claim him as a good person when it seems he’s indifferent to the way his recent mean streak affects you so deeply? He can’t help but wonder what you think of him now. Do you resent him for treating you so poorly? Do you wish you could take back your previous judgment of him? The thought of you regretting the words that once brought him great comfort is almost too much to bear, but he knows he can’t blame you if you do.

His bout of self-loathing is broken by the abrupt sound of his door slamming open. He quickly sits up in his bed, eyes wide with alarm and body stiff with anxiety. He can feel his heart begin to beat out of his chest before his eyes land on you standing in his doorway, jaw slack and face painted with nerves. He’s almost tempted to ask why you’re staring at him that way until he feels the slightest breeze brush against his face, his bare face that you’re now gawking at. He tears his eyes away from your frozen figure before landing on the hood sitting on his bedside table, taunting him.

“König…I’m so s–”

The meek sound of your voice pushes him over the edge and before he can stop himself he abruptly stands up from his place on the bed before staring down at you with a fire in his eyes.

“Get. Out,” He practically seethes.

You back up from him by a few inches as you try not to stumble over your next words, “I didn’t mean to…I didn’t–”

Your weak attempt at explaining yourself is cut off by his cruel tone, one you’d quickly realized was specially reserved for those he didn’t trust; enemies.

“What don’t you understand? I don’t want you here, you’re not welcome.”

You try your best to not let his words affect you so much, but what else are you supposed to do when the man you love doesn’t want you?

“König please, no. I just,” You take in a shaky breath as you blink away the small line of tears that well up in your eyes, “I just wanted to talk. To hear your voice. I miss you.”

A part of you expects him to soften up, to look down at you and wrap his arms around you as he whispers an endless stream of apologies in your ear. What he does instead nearly crushes you.

“I don’t care.”

It’s as if the Earth stops spinning on its axis as his words sink in. This time you don’t bother to blink away the tears that blur your vision, you let them cascade down your cheeks. It’s embarrassing. You can’t help but feel like a fool. How could you ever expect someone as wonderful as him to love someone like you? The pain in your chest is too much. You find you can’t bring yourself to spare him another glance as you turn around on your heel and hurry out of his room, one hand firmly placed on your chest as if to stop the hurt that consumes you while your other hand wipes away the tears that are freely falling down your face. You don’t bother stopping when the concern of your fellow teammates falls onto your ears. It hurts too much.

With his eyes locked on the empty space in his doorway you occupied just a few moments ago, he takes a few steps forward and shuts the door before taking a seat on the edge of his bed. He stares numbly at the wooden floorboards pressed against his socked feet before he catches a glimpse of his hood out the corner of his eye. He reaches forward and grabs onto it, mindlessly toying with the edges of the fabric.

He had finally shown you the monster.

Dark side, I search for your dark side

But what if I’m all right, right, right, right here?

And I cut off my nose just to spite my face

Then hate my reflection for years and years

After the last disastrous encounter you had with König, you quickly decided it was best for you to keep your distance. The days of you actively seeking him out in hopes of smoothing things over were long gone and you instead filled up your newfound free time by busying yourself with various tasks around base all the while, unbeknownst to you, König had his eyes locked onto you. Granted, it’s not something he’s proud of. How could he be after he practically banished you from all aspects of his life? It wasn’t his place. Even so, he couldn’t help the way his eyes subconsciously seemed to seek out your presence in every room he stepped in. A part of him told him it was because he wanted to know which area of the room to avoid, but a bigger part of him knew it was because he missed you.

Hypocritical bastard, he chastises himself, You brought this on yourself.

And despite knowing that to be fact, he still can’t seem to rip his eyes away from you. It’s a habit that brings him both shame and comfort. Shame because it’s a harsh reminder of the one he deprived himself of, but comfort in knowing you were still kind and gracious as ever despite his insensitive behavior. It’s a blessing and a curse for it was the kindness you extended to him with no hesitation that first made his heart flutter. Your good-hearted nature and willingness to put in the time and effort to become his friend is something he holds very near and dear to his heart, it was one of the many reasons he fell so hopelessly in love with you. The way your eyes would sparkle as you’d wait for him to gather his thoughts, not once showing an ounce of annoyance or even a glimmer of impatience as you hung onto every word and syllable that fell from his mouth, he couldn’t help but feel grateful. Grateful that someone was so determined, so willing to become his friend that they’d suffer through the short and sometimes frequent bouts of silence as he tried to verbalize all his thoughts and opinions. It didn’t help that you were so gorgeous.

But now as he sits alone in the corner of the mess hall, tray filled with perhaps some of the most unappetizing food available on the planet, he fears that it was all for nothing. All the energy you’d spent solely on trying to understand him, now worthless as you purposefully avoid his gaze despite the goosebumps that rise along your skin. He tells himself it’s for the better, that eventually, you’d leave him. Whether it be by the unforgiving hands of war or the desire to go out and find someone new, someone better. The thought of you moving on from him like that hurt more than he’d ever care to admit.

But seeing the way you welcome a few other soldiers to your table with your signature grin, he couldn’t fight off the small smile that tugged at the edge of his lips. He watches as you fall into easy conversation with the unfamiliar men and women, each of their faces sporting an effortless smile as you do seemingly everything in your power to make them as comfortable as possible around you. You’ve always been sweet like that.

And despite the way his heart warms seeing you fall back into your natural habits, a small stab of pain makes itself apparent in his chest as he comes to the stark realization that you’re too good for him, too pure. The sudden awareness of this is almost enough to make him sick to his stomach. How can he allow himself to taint such a bright, shining light in favor of lighting up his own dark and lonely path? Truth is, he couldn’t. Not when it was you. If anything, he’d rather you ignore his looming presence for all eternity if it meant you got to remain bright and shiny. He could brave the torrential storm that was his mind on his own, as long as you were safe and happy.

With this in mind, he picks up his half eaten tray of food and dumps it in the trash bins before walking toward the exit of the mess hall. He allows himself one last glance of your smiling face as you animatedly talk about god knows what. He’d hate himself for this later when he’s alone and overthinking in the comfort of his own room, but for now, he lets your bright smile engrave itself into his memory.

I wake in the night, I pace like a ghost

The room is one fire, invisible smoke

And all of my heroes die all alone

Help me hold onto you

It wasn’t uncommon for members of the team to be hand-picked for a mission, especially if the mission presented itself to be relatively simple. So when he heard just over a week ago that you departed base along with a few other soldiers he’d seen around base, he didn’t really give it much thought. Of course there was a small pool of worry that bubbled up in his stomach, but by this point he’d worked with you on the field so much that there wasn’t a shred of doubt in terms of your capability to get the mission completed. Rarely was there ever a time where you came back from a mission with anything more than a couple bumps and bruises, it was standard.

But the moment he walked into the common room only to be met with the somber expressions of his teammates one afternoon, he knew something had gone wrong. He anxiously listened as one of the men occupying the room explained that the mission you and a few others had gone on to retrieve valuable intel about a newly formed terrorist group had actually turned out to be a ruse to get you in their line of fire so they could eliminate you. It felt as if the world had come crashing down so as soon as he was made aware of what hospital you were being treated at, he didn’t hesitate to turn around and make his way over to you as quickly as possible.

As if the pure horror of the situation wasn’t bad enough already, the ache that spread throughout his body was only amplified when he finally arrived at the hospital just to be told you were currently in surgery. As much as he wanted to go to the surgical floor and rip apart every room until he found you, he forced himself to stay in check before resigning himself to a chair that was far too small for him to get comfortable in. He didn’t mind, however, he’d happily sit on a pile of nails if it meant getting the chance to see you once more.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been sitting on the chair in the stuffy waiting room looking desperate and forlorn, all he seemed to be able to focus on at the moment was the nervous twitch of his hands every few minutes. A few of the other members from the team have since joined him in the waiting room, each busying themselves by tapping and swiping away at their phones. He didn’t think to bring his, he was too busy worrying about you.

After what felt like an unreasonably long time, König’s attention broke at the sound of your last name being called out. He quickly shot up without his chair and made his way over to the surgeon who was still clad in their scrubs with a disposable mask hung around their neck.

“Her injuries were rather significant so it was touch and go for a while, but she managed to pull through,” The man announced with a reassuring smile.

König didn’t even have to think about his reply, “So what happens now?”

The doctor glanced down at his watch before responding, “She’s due to wake up in a few minutes. She’s still coming down from the anesthesia so she’ll be a bit out of it, but that shouldn’t last longer than an hour, maybe even a bit less than that. A nurse will come out shortly and she’ll be able to take you to see her.”

He nods, “Thank you.”

The surgeon offers him a small smile before walking away leaving König to bask in his own thoughts. All of the hurt, anger, and dread that made itself at home in the depths of his being seemed to melt away at the prospect of him soon being able to see you, alive and breathing. The pure relief that washed over him was almost enough to forget about his piss poor treatment of you.

He’s startled by a gentle tap on his shoulder. He looks in the direction of where the timid touch had come from and he comes face to face with a woman dressed in dark purple scrubs and a caring smile on her face.

“Are you ready to see her?”

He simply nods.

The walk to your room is quiet as it is short. It makes him feel uneasy. Even in your loopy state, what would your reaction be to seeing him? Would you be happy, or would you rightfully scorn him into oblivion with a sharp glare and words dipped in poison? He couldn’t say, and it shook him to his core.

He offers the polite nurse a small nod of his head before stepping into the harshly lit room, his mind going blank as soon as he lays his eyes on you. His eyes roam over your body. From the bruises that blossom across your soft skin, the cuts that falsely state their claim over your body, the superficial burn markings that run up and down your arms, all the way to the wad of gauze firmly taped to your chest underneath your hospital gown. He can’t help but recall the words of the soldiers who sat patiently beside him in the waiting room.

“Just a couple more inches to the left and the bullet woulda nicked her heart.”

The thought of it makes him cringe. He grabs onto a chair and gingerly pulls it up to your bedside before taking a seat. His eyes slowly rake up your body as he takes in your various injuries before his gaze settles on your face. In spite of the cuts and bruises present, he can’t help but the way his heart all but flutters. He studies the curves of your face, a familiar warmth that only you could bestow upon him spreading to every corner of his body. He brings a careful hand up to the slope of your jaw and he allows his fingers to gently trail along the soft skin before eventually stopping just beneath the delicate skin of your lips. His fingers gently caress the outer corner of your lips before quickly yanking them back when you begin to stir, a soft groan of pain voiced into the air. He watches with great interest as your eyes begin to flutter open before settling onto him.

You stare at him for a moment almost in disbelief before calling out to him, “König?”

His hand quickly finds its place in yours, “I’m here.”

Your hand grips his tighter as your mind remains hazy, “Will you stay?”

The hand that wasn’t latched in yours finds its way back up to your face as he rests it carefully across your cheek, “Just until you fall asleep again, maus.”

You can’t find it in yourself to dissect his words as you offer him a simple smile. A smile that refuses to leave his mind even as he disconnects himself from you once more after you’ve fallen asleep. A smile he’ll hold onto until the end of time.

‘Cause they see right through me

They see right through me

They see right through

Can you see right through me?

They see right through

They see right through me

I see right through me

I see right through me

Despite it only being your second day back on base after spending the previous five days cooped up in your overly sterile hospital room, the team received an urgent mission, a mission that required the assistance of nearly everyone on the team. Word of this mission spread through the team like wildfire before eventually reaching you. While you were a bit disheartened that the friends who had become more like family to you weren’t able to be around for your recovery, you didn’t mind. The job comes first and you were fine with it.

Your commanding officer however, wasn’t. It was bad enough that you were out of commission due to his misjudgement of a mission, but he felt it was even worse to leave you stranded when you needed them most. As a result, he had gone up to König with the special request of having him stay back on base to help take care of you. He didn’t have it in his heart to say no.

So here you were, sitting in an awkward silence with König over some takeout he’d gotten you both for dinner. He had his hood pulled up just enough to reveal his mouth so he could eat. When you caught sight of this, you nearly opened your mouth to suggest he take it off completely, but your voice died in your throat as soon as you remembered what happened the last time you saw him without his black hood. Disheartened by the memory, you pack up the last bit of food and push it away from you. He looks up at you with an inquisitive stare that makes you feel smaller than normal.

You clear your throat, “I’m going to change my bandages.”

He eyes you down for a few moments longer before nodding his head. You can barely hold back a sigh of relief the moment his piercing gaze removes itself from your body and instead focuses itself on his food. Pulling yourself up from your seat, you begin making your way over to the bathroom. Once inside, you close the door behind you before pulling out the bag filled with all of the ointments, gauze, and bandages you’d received from your stay at the hospital. You worked diligently as your hands worked on providing much needed aid to the various wounds scattered around your body. After dropping the roll of gauze too many times to count and contorting your body to reach wounds that were particularly tricky to reach, you felt yourself beam with contentment as you found you were nearly done. There was only one more wound to dress up. Unfortunately, it was on your back. Already knowing that you wouldn’t be able to reach it on your own, you swallowed your pride as you reached for the doorknob and slowly pulled it open.

Praying he was still within hearing range, you called out, “König?”

The silence that spread through the room was thick with unease as you waited for a response in the form of something, anything. Thankfully it came in the form of König’s boots creaking against the wooden flooring of the building before he eventually reached you, his head tilted to the side in a questioning manner.

“I need help changing my bandage,” You sucked in a sharp breath, “It’s on my back, I can’t reach it.”

He eyes you for a few moments longer before nodding and you take a step back as you allow him to push open the door of the bathroom. You face your body toward the mirror and watch in the reflection as his hands seem to twitch the moment he realized he’d have to pull your shirt up.

He swallows, “May I?”

You try to fend off the burning sensation that begins to build in your cheeks, “Please.”

You hear him take in a small, shaky breath before his fingers grab onto the thin fabric of your t-shirt before he lifts it up, just enough to reveal the old bandage currently covering your wound. You feel his fingers on the bare skin of your lower back as he reaches forward and begins to delicately peel off the gauze taped to your back. You try your best to not think about having his hands roam all over your body. It doesn’t work. You can feel your heart rate pick up as he reaches an arm around your waist to grab onto an antiseptic wipe.

You look down at his hand as he holds it out to you, “Can you open it?”

You nod as you raise your hand to take the packet from his hand, your fingers brushing against each other��s, “Sure.”

You make quick work of ripping the packet open with your hands before looking up into the mirror, your heart nearly coming to a full stop as you see him with his gaze already fixated on you.

You can’t stop the words from tumbling out of your mouth, “Do you hate me?”

He reaches forward and grabs the packet from your fingers, his hand resting over yours for a moment longer than necessary before pulling it away from you completely. For a moment you fear he won’t reply, but his response comes in the form of five soft spoken words.

“I could never hate you.”

All the king’s horses, all the king’s men

Couldn’t put me together again

‘Cause all of my enemies started out friends

Help me hold onto you

After two weeks, the team finally arrived back from their mission. It was a joyous occasion being able to see the faces of your little family again, but you had quickly come to notice that the room was short of one member.

König.

It didn’t come to you as a huge surprise. You figured that once the team came back he wouldn’t hesitate to start ignoring you again, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. And as much as you wanted to ignore the situation entirely, you couldn’t help but feel betrayed. König, your once dear and soft-spoken friend, had turned into someone else entirely in the blink of an eye. The quiet, late night conversations you sought each other out for completely meaningless as he proudly voiced out the disgust he had for you. Your knowledge of all his likes and dislikes, the silly inside jokes you shared, as well as his deepest secrets now laid stagnant in your mind never to be utilized again. And for what? Because he couldn’t bear the thought of you anymore? Because he didn’t want to see you? It made you fall into a pit of anger and self-pity all at once and you needed answers. Maybe that’s why you’re standing outside his door at two am, fist balled up as you incessantly knock at his door.

You air out a small sigh of annoyance, “I can see the light from your lamp under the door. Open up.”

Ready to start rapping your knuckles against the wooden door once more, you begin to raise your fist but stop when you can hear some rustling on the other side of the door. You lower your fist to your side and wait with a stoic expression on your face before you can hear the click of the lock being undone. The door slowly opens and you’re soon met with the hooded figure of König. You don’t give him a chance to speak before your hands are firmly placed against his abdomen and you begin to push him back much to his bewilderment. Satisfied with his new placement in the room, you quickly lean back and lock the door before turning to face him with a heated glare with your arms crossed over your chest. Once his surprise has set aside he opens his mouth to speak, but you beat him to the punch.

“What did I do wrong?”

He already knows what you’re referring to by those five simple words, but he can’t bring himself to talk about it. He refuses to. Ready to try and disarm you with carefully picked words, he takes a few steps toward you and reaches a timid hand out to you. Unfortunately for him, you swat it away.

“No, you don’t get to touch me. Not when you’ve treated me as badly as you have the past few weeks.”

He feels his heart sink to his stomach, but still decides to try and feign confusion.

“What do you–”

Your groan of frustration is enough to make him stop his sentence midway.

You heave in a sigh as you look up at him, “Don’t do that.”

He stares down at you in confusion.

“That thing you do. The one where you act like you don’t know what the other person’s talking about so you can save yourself from having an uncomfortable conversation. I know that’s what you’re doing and I need you to stop.”

He should’ve known he wouldn’t have been able to slip something as juvenile as that past you.

“Okay,” He concedes, “Okay.”

You release a sigh of relief at his willingness to cooperate, hopefully this would end better than you originally planned.

“Look, I know I disgust you, and that’s fine. I already know there’s–”

König steps forward, “You don’t disgust me.”

You halt all your movements as you look up at him, “What?”

“I said you don’t disgust me.”

You scoff, “What, so you just go around treating all your friends like shit then? Is that it?”

Even with the hood, it doesn’t take much to know that he’s frowning.

“I didn’t–”

You can feel yourself inching closer toward the edge as you point an accusing finger up at him, “Don’t say you didn’t mean it. Don’t you fucking dare.”

He feels the words die out in his throat as the sinking feeling in his stomach worsens.

You resign your hand to rest by your side as you speak, “You know, it’s one thing to feel awkward and leave a conversation because you don’t know what to say, but it’s a whole other thing to leave the conversation and then start treating that person like a pile of shit afterwards.”

He remains quiet so you take that as your cue to continue.

“I knew going into it that telling you how I felt might cause some problems, but I didn’t think you’d hate me for it. For god's sake, König, if you really didn’t feel the same you could’ve just said so. You didn’t have to walk away and stop being my friend,” You let out a shaky breath, “Is it really so bad to be loved by me? Is the idea of it so disgusting that you can’t handle being around me anymore? Is that it? Because if it is, you should’ve let me know a long time ago rather than let me roam around following you like an idiot,” Your hands begin to shake as you avert your gaze away from him, “God I…I wish you just told me you didn’t love me back.”

As the last few words of your overdue rant fall from your lips, he takes a closer look at your face and he finds he almost regrets doing so. The quiver of your lip accompanied by the tears that threaten to spill over breaks his heart. He briefly wonders if this is what you felt like the entire time.

He gulps before taking a few hesitant steps toward your distraught figure. Once close enough, he reaches his arms out and gently places them on your shoulders for a few moments before slowly bringing you closer to his body and wrapping you up in a hug. Throwing all caution to the wind, you merely cling onto him and bury your face in his chest as the tears finally spill over. He holds you tenderly, his hands running up and down the curve of your back in an attempt to soothe you. You remain in his arms for more than a few minutes before eventually pulling back with his arms still wrapped tightly around you. You bring a careful hand up to his head, your fingers ghosting the edge of his hood.

“Your face…I need to see your face,” You all but plead.

Who is he to deny you of him any longer?

He gives you a small nod before bending down a bit allowing you to get a better grip on the black cloth. Slowly, you begin to peel it away from his face and the moment your eyes take him in for all that he is, you’re grateful that he’s holding onto as tight as he is. You don’t even realize as the fabric slips from your hands and falls to the floor, far too enamored by the freckles that dot his pale face and the wisps of hair that frame his face. You slowly reach up and rest a hand on his cheek as your eyes slowly roam across his face, taking in every detail of him.

“You’re gorgeous,” You whisper.

You feel honored to stand witness to the way his face grows hot under your hand as a prominent blush works its way onto his cheeks. He stares down at you, lips pulled into a small frown before he speaks in a quiet voice.

“I’m sorry, maus.”

You can’t help but ask, “Why’d you do it?”

He allows a hand to drop from your waist and move up to yours, his first and middle finger finding its place on your pulse.

“I can’t love you,” He pulls you closer to him, “Just to end up losing you. I don’t think I’d ever recover.”

Your hand slowly falls from his cheek in favor of trailing your fingers along his jaw, “You wouldn’t lose me.”

“I lose everyone eventually.”

Your fingers make their way to the outer line of his lips, “I’m scared of losing you too, König, but the idea of losing you knowing I never got the chance to love you scares me even more.”

His breath hitches, “You deserve better.”

You shake your head, “I deserve you. I want you.”

His body freezes, he can barely think.

You move your fingers away from his lips in favor of wrapping them up in his hair as you speak once more, “I want you to want me.”

He gulps, “I’ve always wanted you.”

“Then show me.”

Upon receiving your reassurance, he surges forward and connects his lips with yours in a sweet kiss.

I’ve been the archer

I’ve been the prey

Who could ever leave me, darling?

But who could stay?

(I see right through me, I see right through me)

Who could stay?

Who could stay?

Who could stay?

You could stay

You could stay

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[maelstrom007]

I've got the @ghouljams Fae!au brainrot, and I needed to write more about my OC Mal. This time, featuring ghoul's OC Love, and Fae!Ghost. Thank you so much for letting me borrow them! I hope I do them justice, and they're not too out of character. While it's implied that Mal already knows Witch (I think their friendship started well before this) I thought this was an interesting way to bring Mal into the darlings and 141's sphere of influence.

I hope you enjoy!

Mal stood at the far wall of their crafting space, studying their old leather bound notebook. It was an account of every project they’d ever undertaken here at the shop, filled to the brim with notes. Currently, it was open to the last commission on their list for this quarter, someone wanting a garment that would fill them with confidence after a particularly difficult time in their life. Before them stood several cones of yellow and orange cotton that they had dyed with this intention in mind. Now to decide what it would become. Mal closed their eyes, imagining the customer in their head, how their shoulders had hunched and neck sunk involuntarily. They needed something to straighten up, bring some height back into their frame. A jacket would do them nice. 

Mal took the cones to their warping board, a square frame with pegs hanging on the wall, and readied the yarn. Before they began Mal closed their eyes once again, taking deep breaths and pressing their bare feet firmly into the floor as they grounded themselves. Once they were settled, they imagined in their mind what their customer would look like in this new jacket. How their face would be full of warmth and joy, how much taller they would stand, the swagger and spring in their step as they walked. Mal let the feeling wash over them, filling themselves up with the giddy confidence. Full of energy, Mal began the warping process, tying an orange yarn to one peg and wrapping it around sequential pegs until it was as long as their fabric needed to be, then doubling back and following that same path back. 

Maintaining this confident headspace Mal continued on, occasionally switching between colors to create a shimmering ombre across the warp. This warp will act as the vertical threads when they weave the fabric later on tonight. Already they could see the gentle halo radiating off of the threads as the intent gets buried deeper and deeper. By the end it’ll be radiant like the sun. 

The slight jostle of someone attempting to open the front door made Mal accidentally skip a peg, breaking them out of their concentration. Immediately the halo of the current length they were working on dimmed, forcing them to backtrack and do their best to bring themselves back into the confident headspace. They didn’t really care if someone was at the door, there was no reason for anyone to be there and thus no reason to give them the time of day. Pick up was always reserved for the last week of the month, and they hadn’t pulled aside the heavy curtains hanging from the gutters that prevented humans from seeing the shop, and warned Fae from entering without an invitation. No, those get pulled when Mal’s commission list was empty and ready for new customers. Which it wasn’t. 

The jostle returns again and only a well timed breath keeps the bubbling anger from making its way into the warp. They tied it off and stepped away with a sigh. They couldn’t afford to keep having their concentration disrupted by the mystery person at the door. 

Opening the door reveals a girl, smiling brightly, “Hey, I think your doors locked.”

“It’s not,” Mal replies. Not in the physical sense anyway. Witch’s wards are strong and clever like that. Although they will have to check up on the curtains outside. Nobody should have been able to find their shop with them pulled shut, although now there was a clear section that was pulled to the side where the girl seemingly forced her way through. Those damn Moth’s were probably nibbling on it again. 

The girl stares at them for a moment, as if expecting them to say more. Evidently the silence becomes too long as she presses on, “Aren’t you going to let me in?” 

“Why would you want in?”

“Because you’re a business? And I’d like to do business here?” The exasperated look on the girl's face is enough to set Mal’s teeth on edge. 

“Pushy aren’t you?”

“Yes. Now come on, I want to get something nice for my boyfriend and he’s going to pick me up any minute now.”

Something about the girl’s big, insistent eyes made Mal’s resolve crack, “Fine. You’ve caught me in an indulgent mood.” Mal turned around, walking back towards the counter, “What are you thinking of?”

When the girl didn’t immediately follow they turned around again, only to see her seemingly stuck mid stride, foot unable or unwilling to touch the hardwood floor of the storefront. Curious. The girl seemed perfectly human to them, but looks could be deceiving. 

“You’re welcome in, for this transaction,” her foot fell with a solid thump, and she continued walking in as if nothing had happened.

“So I’d like to get something for my boyfriend.”

Mal settled in and flipped their notebook to a new page, “So you’ve said.”

“Yeah, well I know that he likes to cover up a lot, but recently his gloves have been falling apart and what with Winter coming up I don’t want his hands to be cold-”

As the girl talked, Mal kept a close eye on her chest, watching for any tethers that shone brighter than the others. Humans, and sometimes Fae, had a hard time deciding what their real intent was for a gift, and sifting through their tethers was always easier than getting it out of them through words. Except that the more this girl talked, the more her chest started to light up like a god damn christmas tree. She was tangled and pierced and snared on so many hooks it was almost distressing, and one in particular burned so bright it almost hurt Mal’s eyes to look at.

“Excuse me,” Mal interrupted her, “but may I?” they said, pointing towards the brightly glowing tether at the center of her chest. 

“Uh, sure,” she said, slightly confused but trusting all the same. 

Reaching out they gently snagged the tether with the tip of their pinky finger. Even with that small amount of contact all they could think of was LOVE LOVE LOVE. So much love, and passion, and desperation, and protectiveness. 

Within the next second, Mal’s ears popped as air that used to be in the space behind the girl forcibly vacated in favor of someone apparating there in its place. Mal stumbled back, eyebrows raised in shock as the absolutely massive fucker came into focus. Piercing brown eyes peered out through a pale white skull mask, with one hand wrapping protectively around the girl's chest and the other landing solidly on the table creating an effective barrier between them and Mal. 

“What’s wrong, Love?” The man's voice was deep, and although he was addressing the girl, (the capital L was obvious in his tone) his eyes never left Mal’s. 

“Well I was going to get you a surprise gift, but I guess that’s not happening anymore.”

“Why were they touching you.”

Mal straightened, “I received permission, if that is your concern. I was only attempting to see what her true intent was for this gift.” Despite the way he was glaring, Mal could tell this man didn’t think they were a threat, at least not physically.

On closer inspection the guys gloves did look as if they were threadbare, ready to fall apart if a stiff breeze came through. He was fae, no doubt about it, and even his human form commanded respect. Mal could see the shimmery effect of the fae’s obscura, hinting at a much larger and much more. . .sinister silhouette. They could do better, break up the outline of his body like camo on a soldier's fatigues, but something told them that he wouldn’t appreciate being upsold at the moment.

“And what was my intention?” Love looked almost giddy to know, leaning over the counter top with a manic grin on her face. 

Mal quickly looked between Love and the man, trying to gauge the pro’s and con’s of this whole interaction. 

“Go on,” he said. 

“Well, it seemed like Love here wanted to stake a claim on you. To possess and protect you as much as you do her.” 

Like a seesaw, Love rocked backwards into the man's embrace, wrapping her arms up around his neck and giggling, “Yeah, I guess I am a little obsessed with you.”

For once he looked a little bit out of his depth, and once again Mal almost had to shield their eyes from the sun that seemed to light up between the two. Jesus these two were co dependent as all hell. 

“So,” Mal said, desperate to get this conversation over with, “any design you want in particular?”

“Oh, right, I think his gloves should be dark black, with white details that look like finger and hand bones. And can you make them really warm and soft? Am I asking for too much? You’ll tell me if it’s too much right? Also-”

Mal dutifully took notes, not even attempting to get a word in edgewise as Love rambled on. Briefly looking up, Mal saw the masked man curled contentedly around and over top Love’s much smaller form like a mountain sized cat. It was hard to find him intimidating now that his eyes were full of love and adoration. 

What a strange pair indeed.

[gghalcyon]

Fierce Hearts (König x Female OC)

CHAPTER 6/8: Meeting the Family (4.2K words)

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As they neared the city limits, König felt excitement and nervousness. He knew that meeting Serene's family was a big step forward in their relationship, and he couldn't help but feel a bit nervous and hoped that he'd make a good impression. Serene was the first woman to capture his heart, loving him wholeheartedly–scars and all. She meant the world to him and knew how important it was for him to finally meet the other people who meant so much to her. 

Sensing his nervousness, Serene turned to look at him from the passenger seat and touched his leg. He glanced at her and saw her face aglow with love and understanding. 

"Don't worry, baby, they'll love you because I do. There's nothing to worry about," she told him. He squeezed her hand reassuringly before returning his attention to driving. His nervousness and anxiety winded down a bit, and he found reassurance in her touch. "We got this," Serene said, a bright smile on her face.

When the door to the home opened, they were immediately welcomed by Serene's family members with open arms. König was taken aback by the warm reception he got from her family. He had been so worried about how they would feel about him, but it seemed like they genuinely liked him and were happy to have him there, which eased his nervousness a bit. Serene gave him a "See? I told you"-look and was delighted to make sure he was introduced to everyone inside the home before being ushered to where the actual party for her grandmother's birthday was being held.

Serene nestled her head on König's arm and held him close as they were led to the backyard, where her extended family was already gathered around tables overflowing with delectable food and jubilant chatter. People had come from near and far to celebrate their matriarch's birthday, and König couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the love and warmth radiating through the party. With Serene by his side and her body tucked tenderly against him, König felt his anxiety disappear, replaced by warmth and contentment. He looked forward to meeting everyone, especially her grandmother and older brother–Serene's closest family members–a first of many experiences since she came into his life.

- - -

Serene led König through the crowd of her extended family, stopping briefly to introduce him but mainly focused on heading towards her grandmother, or 'Lovey' as they called her. König recalled that Serene and her older brother were raised by Lovey when their single mother passed away from breast cancer when they were in elementary school.

The older woman, her grandmother, sat on the chair; she seemed a bit frail looking in her thin form but carried herself with pride. She had dark brown skin and bright brown eyes that were observant and clear. Her hair was in a tight bun above her head, bright white with streaks of gray. Lovey's face lit up when she saw her granddaughter and him, and with outstretched hands, she urged them to come towards her until they stood before her.

Serene tenderly hugged her grandmother and introduced König. 

"Serene, my dear, who is this handsome young man with you?" Lovey asked with a smile.

Lovey smiled warmly at both of them and beckoned König to come closer. As he approached, he felt the love and wisdom emanating from the older woman. She looked him straight in the eyes, and König thought that she was peering into his soul.

"This is my boyfriend, König, Lovey," Serene said as she looked at her man lovingly. König could never get enough of Serene's gaze, knowing how much she loved him wholeheartedly–scars, quirks, and all.

Lovey's eyes sparkled as she gazed at König. "Well, hello there, König! I'm happy to finally meet you," she said as she reached out her hand for him to shake.

"It's an honor to meet you, ma'am," König replied, smiling. He knew how important this woman was to Serene. He wanted to please her and make a good impression.

Lovey eyes twinkled with mirth. "Call me 'Lovey,' child. I'm not one for formalities. And 'ma'am' just makes me feel so old!" 

König chuckled, feeling more relaxed. "Okay, Lovey. I will."

Lovey patted his hand and then turned to Serene. 

"So he's the young man that's captured your heart," she said softly, matter of factly. She turned to König, her smile wide. "My baby girl has told me so much about you. She's never been happier since she met you. You take good care of her, you hear?"

König felt a warmth spreading through his chest as he looked at Serene and then back at Lovey. "I promise you, Lovey, I will always care for her. She means everything to me."

Lovey nodded her head in approval, and with her arms outstretched, she pulled Serene into an embrace and, afterward, pulled König into an embrace.

 König felt overwhelmed by the sudden show of affection but couldn't help but feel grateful for the love that surrounded him. 

"You're part of the family now, König," Lovey said. "And that means you have to be well fed."

"Lovey, don't worry; I'll make sure König tries all the home cooking!" Serene chimed in.

"Good, my girl. Now you both go on and eat. Your brother Marcus should be done with the steaks and ribs on the grill, and I made those collard greens you liked."

"Collard greens?" König looked at Serene questioningly.

"Lovey's special dish," she tells him.

"Damn, right." Lovey chuckled before shooing them away. 

König entwined his hands in Serene's and let her guide him.

"I like her," he says.

"I knew you would, baby. And she likes you too."

"Yeah?"

"You're the first of any of my boyfriends that she allows to call her 'Lovey.'" She grinned up at him. "Which is a good sign because I love the hell out of you."

König felt like the luckiest man in the world as he looked down at the beautiful woman before him. "I love you, Mein Leibling."

He kissed the top of her hair and pulled her close as they made their way to the barbecue grill, where her brother stood in greeting.

"Now," Serene said, "let's introduce you to Marcus."

- - -

The moment they met, Marcus sized up König with a nod of approval before extending his hand. "Nice to meet you, man. Serene's told us a lot about you." 

"Likewise, Marcus. I'm happy to be here."

König shook Marcus's hand firmly, glad to have made a good first impression, and exchanged pleasantries. 

Serene was relieved that the two immediately found common ground in their military backgrounds, discussing their experiences and sharing stories. She loved that the conversation among them flowed naturally. She listened in as they conversed about their respective service, their eyes occasionally glancing towards Serene as she chimed in here and there.

When the discussion turned towards guns and trucks, Serene thought it'd be a good excuse to grab food for König and herself. She did promise Lovey to feed her man, and a plate of sides that included mac n' cheese, collard greens, and cornbread from a nearby table was calling out to her. Before leaving her brother and boyfriend, she squeezed König's arm affectionately and gave him a smile. "I'll be right back," she said to him, then turning to her brother, she playfully urged, "Marcus, be nice." This elicited a chuckle from both of me as they watched her leave.

König watched Serene saunter off, her presence radiating warmth and love as she greeted family members with hugs and quick chats along the way. Observing Serene as she made her way to the long table of delectable sides--most of which were southern fair--and chatting easily with her family, glowing with happiness and beauty, he couldn't help but feel so much love for his woman. He admired the strong bond she shared with her family. He loved that she wasn't ashamed of him but instead made sure they knew that he was a major part of her life, not shying away from showing public displays of affection between them. It was a new thing for König, never having such a serious and meaningful relationship before Serene. 

"You want a drink, König?" Marcus closed the grill to let the meat smoke, grabbed a beer, and walked to the cooler. He reached into the cooler again and pulled out an Austrian lager, handing it to König before he could answer his question.

König looked at the bottle in surprise–it was one of his favorites from his home country, only available in the few European grocery stores around them. 

"Thank you," he said, with genuine appreciation as he accepted the beer. König was certain that Serene must have mentioned his favorite drink to whoever her family member was in charge of the alcohol, a small gesture that spoke volumes about her thoughtfulness and attention to detail. König opened the bottle with his bare hands, waited for Marcus to grab his beer, and they cheered before taking a swig.

They stood together near the grill, nursing their beers. Marcus broke the silence, "You know, König, I've never seen my sister happier than she is with you. It's like you've brought a new light into her life." Marcus took another swig of his beer before continuing. "I've got to be honest with you, though. Serene went through a tough time with her ex-boyfriend. He tore down her confidence and tried to control every aspect of her life. I won't stand for that, you understand? If you pull that type of shit with my little sister, there'll be a big problem. You get it?"

König met Marcus's gaze; his expression was earnest. "I would never treat Serene that way. I love your sister, and I'll always protect her and do everything I can to make her happy as long as she'll have me." 

A smile tugged at the corners of Marcus's lips, his serious facial expression softening as he nodded approvingly. "That's all I care about, man. I don't care where you come from or what you do, as long as you love my sister and treat her right." He raised his beer in a toast. "Cheers!"

König clinked his beer against Marcus's, their bond solidifying at that moment.

Before their conversation could delve deeper, Serene returned, carrying a plate filled with the most appetizing food König had ever seen. She handed a large plate to König, with a playful smile. "Lovey wants you to try her cooking, and I'm to report to her what you think," she said. 

Taking the plate from her, König smiled appreciatively. "I'm sure it'll be amazing."

Marcus chimed in teasingly. "Yeah, you better like Lovey's cooking; otherwise, you can't be family." He winked playfully, adding, "No pressure."

Serene laughed, nudging her brother gently, before kissing König's shoulder. "Ignore him, baby. You're already a part of the family."

Marcus feigned shock and asked teasingly, "Who is this Serene, and what have you done with my sister, König?"

König shrugged with a smile as he wrapped one arm around Serene's shoulder and pulled her close while the other held onto his plate of food. He could feel her laughing beside him at her brother's teasing and found himself joining in.

His heart swelled with gratitude and a sense of belonging as they enjoyed their meal and the conversations. Being with Serene and her loved ones, sharing delicious food, and their acceptance of him and their relationship enveloped him. For the first time in a long time, not including his KorTac team, he felt truly part of a family, and that was all thanks to the wonderful woman who came into his life.

As the evening wore on and the sun began to set, König and Serene bid their goodbyes and drove back home to his apartment. They changed for bed and settled on the living room couch in each other's arms. Serene sighed, snuggling closer to her boyfriend as they lay on the sofa. She loved moments like these when they could be together in perfect peace and quiet.

She noticed that although his body was relaxed against hers, his face was twisted in an expression of deep thought. She ran her fingers through his hair soothingly, trying to gently coax him out of whatever was troubling him.

König opened his eyes and looked down into Serene's, his usually vibrant blue gaze carrying a hint of melancholy. He smiled softly, feeling comforted by her presence.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked gently, knowing the answer before he spoke. It had been a topic that they'd touched on every once in a while, and she knew the pain it brought. She ran her fingers softly along his cheekbone, seeing his eyes shining, trying to fight back the unshed tears from the intense emotion he felt. 

König leaned into her touch, taking a deep breath before he found the words to share. "Serene, when I see you and all I can do is imagine what it would be like if I had a family to introduce you to and how much they would have been able to love you. My mother especially. I wish she was still here; she would have adored you as I do."

Serene's heart ached for König as he spoke, hearing the slight tremble in his voice. She had known about his mother's passing. However, she had never truly realized how much it still weighed on him and how being in a place filled with all her relatives could bring back such memories and longing. She wished she could remove his pain and make him realize he wasn't alone. She was family; she loved him with all her heart, and she'd be there to share the pain, the heartache, and the memories. She was there to be the strength for him.

"I wish I could have met her," she said softly, her hand resting over his heart. "I know she would have been proud of the man you've become."

König's eyes grew misty as he listened to Serene's words. He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against hers. "How did I get so lucky to have you in my life, Mein Liebling?" he whispered. "You are the family I never had, and I love you more than anything."

Serene's heart swelled with emotion as König spoke those words. "I love you, König," she whispered back, pressing her lips against his in a tender kiss. God, she loved this man. All of him, everything–his heart, his soul, his touch, and his very being. König deepened the kiss, his hands tangling in her hair as he poured all his love and adoration for her into it. Serene responded in kind, her arms wrapping around him tightly, enjoying as his arms pulled her closer to him.

The kiss lasted for what felt like an eternity, but neither of them wanted it to end. As they slowly parted ways, their eyes stayed connected, and their cheeks flushed excitedly. König gently lifted Serene, positioning her to sit on his lap, straddling him. At the same time, his hands clasped around her waist. Serene wrapped her arms around his neck as she leaned in to capture his lips again.

König's hands roamed down her back, caressing every inch of skin he could reach. Serene moaned softly as she felt his fingers glide over her curves, running over her thighs and to the sensitive spot above her hips. Serene grounded her hips against his, feeling his hardness pressing against her core. He teasingly thrust up, ensuring she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

König broke away from her lips and started to plant more warm kisses on Serene's neck, enjoying her skin's softness, taste, and the noises it elicited from his lover. His hands moved to the bottom of her shirt (which was one of his that she had taken to wearing as pajamas), and he carefully lifted it up, exposing her delicate skin. She had worn only her purple lace panties underneath the shirt, his favorite on her. 

Serene shivered as the cool air hit her exposed skin, but the warmth of König's body against hers quickly made up for it. "König, baby…." Serene moaned, arching her back as he kissed and licked along her collarbone.

They continued exploring each other, their passionate embrace growing more heated by the second. König trailed his hands up her sides, caressing her soft skin, as Serene moved her hands to the nape of his neck and then ran down his muscular back. Her fingernails gently scraped against his flesh, sending shivers down his spine. She knew how much he loved when she did that.

His grip on her waist tightened and pulled her even closer to him. He could feel the thudding of her heartbeat against his chest as they continued to kiss fervently.

Serene's hands moved to König's shirt, eagerly tugging at it to remove it. König pulled away from the kiss, a small smile playing on his lips as he helped her undress him. Serene's eyes roamed over his chiseled abs, admiring how the muscles rippled beneath his skin.

Without a word, König lifted Serene up, carried her over to the bed, and gently laid her down. He crawled on top of her, his mouth finding hers once again. Serene's fingers dug into his back as she kissed him back hungrily. 

As their kisses grew more feverish, König's hands roamed down to the waistband of Serene's panties. Serene gasped, her body trembling in anticipation as she felt his fingers slide beneath the fabric and gently brush against her sensitive skin.

König smirked, knowing he was driving her wild, and he pressed his lips to hers again as his fingers slowly explored her body. Serene could feel her desire escalating further and further with each passing moment. But just as she was about to lose control, König pulled back with a devilish grin on his face. "Not so fast, Mein Süßi ," he said playfully. "I want to take my time with you."

Serene pouted, but the mischievous glint in her eye betrayed her. "You're such a tease."

"I know," König replied with a chuckle. "But believe me, it'll be worth the wait."

He lowered his head to her neck, planting delicate kisses along her jawline and throat. Serene moaned in pleasure, her body trembling as his touch sent shockwaves of pleasure through her.

König continued to please her with his expert hands and tantalizing touches until Serene finally succumbed to the overwhelming sensations swirling inside her. With a cry of pleasure, she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as her body trembled as his touch sent shockwaves of pleasure through her.

König looked at Serene with a mixture of hunger and admiration. His eyes never once left her body as she knelt before him. He smiled as she reached out and removed his boxers, finally freeing his hard cock from its confinement.

Serene gasped at the sight before her. König was hard, throbbing, and the tip glistened with his want for her. She grabbed it as she straddled him, bringing it closer to her. Serene moaned in pleasure as she felt the heat radiating from it; she loved the look in König's eyes as he watched her take control like that. She felt herself get wetter as he grasped onto the bed sheets tightly, as her hands stroked him up and down. She moved slowly at first, exploring every inch of him before gradually increasing the speed and intensity of her movements.

König's breathing grew deeper and heavier with each passing moment, and soon he could feel himself on the brink of climaxing. But just as he was about to peak, Serene leaned forward and captured his lips in a passionate kiss, pulling back just enough to whisper to him, "Not yet, baby."

König groaned in frustration but smiled all the same, knowing that when they finally did come together, it would be even more intense than ever before. He laid back on the couch while Serene continued to tease him, taking great delight in watching her pleasure him in ways he had only dreamed of.

Eventually, the teasing became too much for both of them and with a deep growl, König flipped Serene onto her back so that he could regain control. He pressed his fingers against her folds, amazed at how drenched she was with her arousal, and raised his fingers to showcase how wet and ready she was for him. 

" Mein Süßi, look at you," he said as he took those same two fingers and slowly inserted them into her tight warmth. His fingers slipped in easily into her, Serene arching forward to meet them until they were fully inside her. She watched him intensely, slowly moving her hips to meet his fingers as they moved within her.

"Fuck! You are a queen," he whispered against her neck as he kissed and licked her soft mocha skin. He relished how her body moved and squirmed beneath him as he prepared her warm core to take him. And when she was ready, wetter than he thought she could ever be, her walls throbbing and eager to feel him, König entered her in one swift movement, causing both of them to cry out in pleasure simultaneously as waves of pleasure crashed through their bodies.

König started to move slowly and steadily at first, allowing Serene to adjust to his size. His movements were smooth and controlled as he thrust deeper inside her, and she took him in, squeezing and tightening around him, urging him further. He gradually increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts, pushing himself deeper into her as they both moaned with pleasure.

"Yes, my love," she breathed against his chest as she rocked with him, their bodies moving against each other in a beautiful movement of give and take until a wave of pleasure washed over her body like an ocean tide, an orgasm so powerful her walls twitched around his hardness as he plowed through it.

König moved faster and faster, and Serene urged him, her hand pulling at his hair, caressing his back as they rode into ecstasy. Every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, causing her to cry in delight. Her first orgasm was fading, only for another to build with each movement until another shockwave hit her. This time she felt so wet and slippery as König moved within her that their union made a wanton noise as they moved with one another, the sound only aiding to make their whole experience more erotic, more uninhibited. 

Pleasure cascaded through every part of her being as she felt her walls squeeze König tightly at each thrust, milking and coaxing him to his own release. König followed shortly after, calling Serene's name as he shuddered beneath her. They lay there for a few moments afterward, panting heavily from the exertion before finally collapsing onto the couch in each other's arms.

Serene closed her eyes, smiling in bliss as König held her close. She intertwined her fingers with his and nuzzled up against him, relishing the warmth of his body against hers. He couldn't help but feel grateful for having found someone who loved him unconditionally and enjoyed just being present with the woman he loved. 

He watched as Serene opened her eyes and looked up at him, caressing his cheek. "I forgot to tell you that my grandmother has officially decided that you're family and that you're officially invited to all family cookouts. And I know how she is once she sets her mind on something, so you can only say 'yes.'"

König chuckled, his heart feeling lighter at that moment. " Wunderbar! I didn't want to tell you, but that goodbye hug she gave me was mighty long." He wiggled his eyebrow.

Serene laughed and swatted at his chest playfully, "You're so silly!"

"It just means that you have a family whether you like it or not. You have the Lovey, Marcus, and the whole Harrison gang." 

"You're missing the most important family member," he said, running his hand through her hair, his blue eyes meeting brown ones.

"Baby, you always have me. I'm yours. I promise I'll never let you go." She studied his reaction and relished in the handsome smile and brightness in his eyes at her admission. Her heart soared as he leaned down to catch her lips in a gentle and loving kiss.

"You're my family, Serene. You're my home, my love." He said, running his hands on her body, pulling her closer to him by her waist. He enjoyed her softness, the feel of her against him, which made him feel like he was where he belonged. 

"You're my everything. Always, König." she whispered back, hugging him closer and promising never to let go. 

"Always, Mein Süßi."

[beloveds-embrace]

Dukedom AU masterlist

all posts related to the main dukedom au and its spinoffs will be here!

original Dukedom au: first part + part two + part three + reputation protection

1. baby fever + 2 + 3 2. lipstick and kisses 3. terms of endearment 4. dolling up 5. simon and johnny find out about graves 6. how did it start? 7. Graves and Reader first meeting? 8. what if reader's baby does not look like john? 9. Genuine fondness between graves and reader? + dark end for graves 10. baby girl 11. mini-reader baby boy 12. more than a commodity 13. post-request 14. does simon need a wife? 15. what is graves like? 16. sick duchess 17. what duchess tries to keep to herself? 18. complications at birth 19. simon and pleasure 20. johnny and pleasure 21. people's princess 22. pregnancy protectiveness 23. some thoughts regarding kings and queens (Check reblogs :3)

24. Northern Duke König wants you 25. Regicide 25. independent duchess 26. ways in which they pursue you

27. Someone tries to take advantage of you 28. snowy day 29. john vs rumors about you 30. pussy enthusiast johhny 31. northern duke konig 32. what if they knew reader beforehand 34. what if you got kidnapped

duke simon x his wife: size difference

Spinoff angsty dukedom with konig + part two + John's lament

angsty dukedom, no konig + part two(fix-it)

what if konig leaves? + part two + konig returns + his reaction to the prosthetic

duke konig thoughts in reblog + more

taking it too far

they watch, yet do nothing

leaving inc. ale and rudy

running away ft. villager konig

pregnancy

[thegnomelord]

I desperately need MORE background on how hound became the vicious beast (that I love just the way he is) and how Makarov tamed him!

Please

It's kinda hard to come up with background when I literally made hound on the fly lol, I didn't plan to give him any backstory and that blurb about being betrayed by price just came at the last moment.

But here's my current ideas:

CW:SFW ish HUGE SPOILERS for Hound's backstory (not cannon yet but the major themes), angst, discussion of torture, conditioning, SA, and Hound just having a very bad time.

Hound already had behavioural/aggression problems when he joined the military (the reasons for which are left open for the reader to imagine). Price pissed off some top brass officer and got Hound dumped on him as punishment and because no one else wanted Hound. But Price figured out that all Hound needed was a firm hand from someone he could respect, and with Hound, respect was a hard thing to earn. But Price earned it and in turn got himself the most loyal Sargent he'd ever seen.

Now for the angsty Makarov bit.

Hound was loyal as hell to Price when he thought he would be saved. It took Makarov like a solid year just to make small dents in Hound's will. Since Hound didn't know Russian, he'd get annoyed at the commands Makarov used, leading to more beatings. This was around the time Makarov started using shock collars and really leaned into turning Hound into his dog.

The whole conditioning thing was similar to how cult indoctrination works, Makarov made himself look like the only 'safe' source of comfort Hound had. He especially liked making Hound fight in a pit, be it putting him against actual dogs, people trying to join Konni, or other Konni members, with the prize being that whichever soldier won would get to use Hound however they wanted. And while Hound may be big (hc Hound around Konig's hight/whatever the max height for being in the army is), being regularly beaten, starved and sleep deprived meant he lost more fights against the soldiers than he won.

This made it easy for Makarov to effectively 'save' Hound, rough orders making his soldiers stop, giving Hound soft touches and a low soothing voice to listen to while he lay on the floor covered in blood, gore, cum, and god knows what else, just trying to recover. And Hound's brain hated it, was disgusted by the touch, but his body craved any form of comfort it could get regardless who it came from.

The real conditioning began when after a year in captivity the files for Hound's mission were released, and had been rewritten to make him K.I.A. and a traitor. And they were official documents too (Makarov had eyes and ears everywhere, including the C.I.A). Makarov had been putting the idea that Price had betrayed Hound for a while, so those docs just confirmed it.

Hound became a lot more anger prone and aggressive after the betrayal, going back to his old ways before Price became his CO, something Makarov played into.

Violence became both a coping mechanism and a way to survive; the more violently he fought and killed in the fighting ring, the better the rewards he would get (more food, more rest, more of Makarov's affection to distract him from what was happening), the stronger he would get and the more his body would recover, the more violently he could fight. Leading to a type of cycle where physically getting healthier turned him more violent.

Makarov was very keen on training Hound, taking away the small comforts as quickly as he gave them if Hound stepped one foot out of line, steadily conditioning him to be eager for his touch, his praise, his affection, to want to pleasure him and silence the parts of Hound's brain that begged him to stop.

In six months or so, Hound was already kneeling at Makarov's feet, head tilted back so Makarov could cut his initials into Hound's throat, desperate to have a collar wrapped around his neck, to belong to someone who wouldn't betray him like Price did.

And in another six, Hound was utterly devoted to Makarov, carrying out any orders given with extreme precision and violence all in the hopes of just getting a scrap of his attention.

Or something like that. The thing I like about reboot Makarov is how charismatic and tactical he is in comparison to the unhinged Makarov from the old series. This one gives me like cult leader vibes, which is why I think he would have been able to condition hound into being his. Makarov values loyalty and saw how loyal hound was to Price, so sought to have the same.

[mistydeyes]

a collection of random late night thoughts from a high reader

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summary: After another successful mission in Amsterdam, you enjoy the trip a little too much and won’t stop texting your team.

pairing: 141, laswell, konig x platonic!reader

warnings: swearing, implied drug use

a/n: haha enjoy this light hearted shit post

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As you said goodnight to Price and Gaz following a beautifully executed mission in Amsterdam, you pulled out a small baggie of goodies you had gotten that day. You perched the window open and lit your joint as you admired the quiet ambiance of the safe house. Amsterdam sure has the good shit as you finished and grabbed your phone, ready to spew all of your high thoughts.

r/n: Lt. why did you think it was a good idea to get an angsty teen's drawing on your arm?

ghost: captain, i thought you said you didn't let them get anything while in amsterdam

r/n: shhh don't tell dad i bought drugs

price: just let them live, Lieutenant, at least you're not in the same house as them

r/n: who do you think would be taller? gaz on ghost‘s or soap on konig’s shoulders?

ghost: no one respond, don’t patronize them

konig: logistically, it’s me and soap (*disliked by ghost and gaz*)

r/n: ever since i joined, SAS stands for Sexy Ass Soldiers

price: keep this up and i’ll have you transferred

r/n: only if you want it to go back to Special Air Service

r/n: i assigned you all spirit animals: ghost - black cat, soap - one of those mice they give meth too to see what happens, price - cougar

gaz: what about me?

r/n: a gazelle, idiot, it’s in your name

price: this is how you spend your time in amsterdam?

r/n: when graves betrayed you, you should’ve said “we’re in grave danger”

soap: we should’ve left you in las almas (*emphasized by ghost*)

r/n: okay new field strategy! what if we all put lube on ourselves, then we could never be captured because we would just ~slip away~

ghost: what the actual fuck

r/n: soap just looks like he would comically snore like in cartoons

r/n: this motherfucker lets out a snore followed by mimimimi💤😴

soap: why would you hurt me like that

r/n:

r/n: shepherd is the bootleg version of mr. clean

gaz:…you’re not wrong

r/n: and graves was the walmart version of glen powell

ghost: okay you have a point

r/n: captain what was it like when you got your first tv in color?

price: how old do you think i am?

r/n: i post myself up for adoption, laswell plz adopt me

laswell: please go to sleep, sergent

r/n: only if you and your wife tuck me in <3

r/n: okay poll time! who do you think could kill someone with their thighs?

price, gaz, konig, laswell, and ghost have left the chat

soap: personally, i think it's Lt.

r/n: nah my money is on laswell

[apollodeath]

just read that 'playing prey' fic u did with konig I LOVE IT!!!!!

i was wondering if you can do an angsty one where reader gets really hurt and keeps trying but when konig finds them he lets them win cause there hurt :) thxxx

I LOVE THIS IDEA! I hope I wrote something you asked for 🫶🏻 it’s kinda long my bad.

18+ MDNI

It had been a few weeks after the last time you two had played. König was finishing up dishes from lunch and you sat on the back porch on your phone just scrolling.

The weather was finally cooling off and the breeze was nice enough to wear your favorite hoodie it was König’s and since you were outside you had brought comfortable shoes out with you.

König grabbed the glass door sliding it to the side stepping out with you, he took a deep breath of the fresh air and began to stretch his arms then moving to his legs.

"Stiff?" You asked with a little laugh. König grinned and looked at you.

"Something like that" he teased making you tilt your head.

"What do you mean?" You place your phone on the table next to you giving him full attention. He shrugs and continues stretching his back then touching his toes.

You admired him slightly flexing with each stretch but a buzz from your phone made you look away.

König stepped closer to you and kissed your head and put his phone right next to yours.

His timer was counting down from 5 minutes. The simple ticking of seconds made you feel so slow to start, jumping up and running off the porch, across your backyard, straight back into the woods behind your house. Your mind raced and so did your heart.

'How did I forget I agreed to this!' You thought. Panting already from fear less from running. You actually started to build stamina from these little games and also your memory of trees and paths were in bedded in your mind.

König watched you get farther and farther as he continues his running stretches. He reached in his pocket pulling out his mask placing it over his head and breathed in the smell of the fabric; it stilled smelled of dirt despite you washing it for him. He believes it might be just his mind tricking him to smell missions and gun smoke. Especially cause you said it smelt brand new.

His phone went off. Timers up. He started a light jog across the backyard into the woods.

You were down a couple paths and saw a good place to rest for a second ‘5 minutes are up... I think' you thought.

'So if I go a little farther.. the turn is on the right.’ You thought more of your next move. You got up and looked around before running towards your next marker.

König followed your tracks expertly, basically tracking you like a dog. His eyes ran over the dirt/mud paths as he runs but stopping to look around once he hears things go bump in the woods.

Once you got to the little hill that König's never found you at; you squat behind multiple bushes they're big enough to cover you well. You take this moment to look down and realize you're wearing your comfy house shoes.

"Oh, great" you whisper to yourself dusting them off or trying to. You realised the cold air made your lungs burn more, right then you hear something and freeze, listening closer.

‘there's no way he's this close.’ You thought.

You slowly peak your head out looking at the path you came from, or, of what you can see of it. He's there... but he's looking around and he's kinds far off from where you're hiding. You think you can out run him. Maybe.

You slowly move past the bushes going the opposite way. You keep your eyes on him until you can't and you're slowly crouch walking farther keeping out of site. Or so you think.

When you get past a few trees you feel confident enough to stand up and start running. You start but look back once more, just to check. He's staring right at you. You freak and start to push yourself harder, running off the path. Hoping the trees will make great cover.

Once König's eyes land on you you stick out in the fall colored wood. He smirks under his hood. Watching you run faster makes him take a few steps before beginning to run himself. He feels like an animal as his body reacts to seeing you, it's like his mouth is watering and his cock is starting to ache for touch. There's only been one other time König has ever caught you so fast and had his way with you. That time comes into his rancid mind:

He caught you in the middle of a path and wrestled you to the ground it wasn't hard. Once he had you on the ground in the open, no trees, no brushes to hide his heinous act. He had you on your belly as he striped you and took you repeatedly, he secretly hoped you two were being watched. The rush of someone witnessing him devour you made him cum over and over again. After that you had scuffed knees and he apologized but you admitted to him it turned you on seeing them after he left on deployment.

You were running for awhile in the deep thick woods but the sun was already low and it was a bit hard to see you came up on a path and realized you were actually close to your home.

You saw a smaller fallen tree and decided to hop over it but in doing so the other side had fallen branches which made you trip and fall. You catch yourself with your hands but you feel shooting pain in your ankle and wrap your hand around it to try and calm the pain.

“Fuck” you whispered to yourself. Looking around and you saw nothing but woods and the path a little up ahead so you scooted to behind a bush and a tree hiding as best as you could.

König watched from a distance as you fell. He was going to cut you off on your path home but once he saw you fall he paused and squatted quickly to be out of sight when you looked around.

You take a few seconds to calm your breath and check your ankle, it’s bruised and a bit scuffed but not too bad. You think for a minute ‘is it dumb for me to continue playing?’ You looking around and think ‘I could just hide really well until sunset’

The woods were already getting darker by the moment so you knew sunset was close. You slowly get up using the tree as a crutch and limp a little to a short pine tree then laying under its thick, low hanging branches. You curl up putting your hood on and your hands in the pockets of your König’s hoodie.

König slows his heart rate and breathing watching you hide. He’s more worried that you may be very hurt. He slowly walks closer and takes a prone position on the ground near you; enough to see you but you won’t see him.

You finally see the sunset and you can’t help but smile at the fact you’ve won. You crawl out from your hiding and start limping to the path that leads to your house. Your ankle is actually feeling a bit better you think.

König slowly approaches you he knows you’ve won the game but he still has to scare you at least once more.

He runs up making noise and swooping you up holding you like a child. You scream and start laughing as soon as you know it’s him.

“I win! You can’t do that!” You laugh and hold on to him as he carries you home.

“I’m not going to fuck you, Maus. Not until I check out your limp” he states seriously but also he can’t help but smile from your infectious laugh.

“Oh I fell…” you say with point to your bruised ankle.

“Oh I know.” König nods.

“You know?”

This is my first ever request and I’m so happy about it! ALSO THANK YOU ALL FOR 1K on “Playing Prey”

[nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105]

“The One That Got Away”

Master List

TW-Angsty

König x Fem! reader.

König please it wasn’t like that?”

“Then what then what was it!?”

“We were just talking and all he did was help me bandage up my leg that was all”

“He’s in love with someone else? He was asking for dating advice? That’s all I swear. Please my bear ask him that?

“(Y/N) I can’t do this with you, and don’t call me bear?”

“Don’t do this to me, don’t leave me?”

“I can’t marry you? You showed me that you’re not trust worthy and behind my back too.”

“König please don’t do this to us to me? What are you talking about König?

“Please tell me what did I do wrong?”

“I’m done, I’ll pick up my things in a few days.”

“König no no no don’t go. What did I do?!” “Tell me what did I do and I’ll fix it please?!”

(Y/N) pleaded with her lover to make him stay. König saw his lover flirting with another man to make it worst it was one of the guys from the task force. She tried to plead with him and show him it wasn’t like he expected. The rumors that brewed at the base were saying (y/n) was messing around with Soap.

König was easily swayed with them rumors. He never confronted her about them. She didn’t know about the rumors. All she was doing was giving Soap advice on how to approach his crush without sounding like a Buffoon.

That day Soap help bandage up her leg. He shared his news with her that he got a second date coming his way and that he need advice on what to wear and where to go.

(Y/N) became depressed for the next few months. She felt hopeless but she waited for him to come back. She held out hope that he would return and they would talk out what happened. And fix the miscommunication between them.

She waited.

3 Years and 6 Months, 5 Days Later.

The never ending nightmare replayed in his head. That was 3 years ago when König broke his first love heart. His sweet maus. He paid the price for leaving her.

The day he left was the worst mistake he made in his life. The way she looked at him when he gathered all of things up and walked out of her life for good.

The way she fell to the ground crying. She screamed as he walked away from her.

A few nights ago Soap ran into König at the bar. The TF had a successful mission and they saw him there drinking. Soap explained to him what had happened 2 years ago. Explaining to him that (y/n) was the reason Soap was happily married and with a child on the way.

*König made the biggest mistake in his life*

The string of broken one night stands hurt the most he found no comfort in the women he brought back to his hotel or apartment.

They all had meaningless sex with him and left. He never felt so empty in his life. He had to find her and make things right.

He returned back to the base where she was stationed at and he searched for her. He never should have let her go.

He had to find a way to get in contact with Captain Price the man in charge of The 141 TF.

“Captain Price I know I have no right to ask you this but have you by any chance know where (y/n) is at?”

“König you might want to sit down?”

Captain Price gestured for him to take a seat.

“(Y/N) she’s still with us but she’s currently in engaged.”

*This is her wedding invitation. Price set down a invitation. The style of paper and layout of everything was what she wanted. König picked it up and saw her name and another mans name on it with hers.*

“She was hurt when you left us. She stopped talking for 6 months and she was put out on leave after her accident. We all thought she finally cracked. She lost a lot of weight and all the guys were worried about her especially Soap and Ghost. They were all worried she wouldn’t make it when she collapsed on the field. She was shot 4 times and stabbed twice before she collapsed. She would go into the field and take her anger out on the enemy.”

“Ghost was angry about what you did to her. He told us if he saw you again he’s gonna kill you. Just a heads up mate. But you shouldn’t be here anymore.”

“Her wedding is in a few days”

“Leave her be she’s happy now and she’s expecting as well”

“She’s retiring for good this time”

König walked out of the base shocked. The plans they made were set in motion but he wasn’t apart of it. The news about her being pregnant with another man’s child made his heart break. He wanted children but with her. Only her.

*The Day Of The Wedding*

“(Y/N) you look beautiful my dear.”

“Thank you my love.”

(Y/N) look down to her small baby bump. She cradle her bump with her fiancé Clifton. I’m so scared I’m due anytime from now. The excitement showed on her face. I’m so nervous too. Her fiancé cradled her belly cooing to their child. She noticed someone across the street watching them. They looked familiar in a odd way but she ignored it.

König took his sniper hood off and wanted to see (y/n) for himself. There she stood she glowed. Her pregnancy was a thing of beauty. He was supposed to be the one to create a baby with her not him. They had plans to start a family. All he could do was stand on the outside and watch.

(Y/N) made their way back to their rental home and started to get ready for the evening. She had help from her family and friends getting dressed. She stood in front of the mirror in her wedding dress. Her mom helped put her veil on. Her make up was done by her sisters and her brother did her hair.

Finishing touches gonna be done an hour before the ceremony starts.

“(y/n)”

“König?”

“You look beautiful. You’re pregnant too.”

“Yeah, what are you doing here. How did you get in?”

She didn’t want to look at him. She turned away.

“I know I messed up and I let you go and I made the biggest mistakes. Can you hear me out please?”

She slams her hand down on her vanity.

“No, you don’t get to explain yourself to me. You walked away from me when I needed you most. You thought I lied to you and thought I was cheating. I waited for you and you didn’t let me talk that day. You have no idea what you did to me. You broke my heart and walked away from me.”

“Get out you’re gonna me cry and mess up my make up.”

“Why are you even here it took me 2 years to get passed what you did to me. I stopped eating and I prayed for death because you walked away from me. I asked about you everyday the first year. Everyone tried to convince to let you go. I couldn’t I held out hope for you that you would come back. Well guess what I moved on and met my fiancé Clifton.”

König stood before her. He didn’t know what to say to her. She spoke the truth. He caused her pain and didn’t think twice how much it was gonna hurt her.

“You look beautiful I know I have no right to tell you who you should love but I just want forgiveness. I know I’m too late to make you change your mind about us. Just know I will always love and if you need anything I’ll always be here.”

“I forgive you”

She didn’t want to look at him. He caused her so much pain. Tears rushed down her face. She couldn’t wipe them away. She waited till he left. She exhaled loudly with the breath she held in.

She didn’t want to see him but he was there begging for forgiveness.

König watched at a distance he saw (y/n)’s mom and dad give her away to her fiancé Clifton. She never looked more beautiful then she did today. Her pregnancy glow, her bump and the dress all made her look like a angel that fell from heaven.

He watched her kiss her husband. He couldn’t hold back his tears. She isn’t mine anymore.

König could stay around anymore. He pulled back his hood on and left. Walking to the nearest bar to drink his sorrows away and live in a memory where (y/n) was his girl. And no one could take her from him.

“She’s the one that got away”

2 Years Later

“Clifton honey”

“Yeah baby what’s-?”

“I’m pregnant!”

König stood outside (y/n) house. He spent his days watching over her. He stayed his days working with Kortac but his free time he watched over his past lover. Unable to move on he made it his mission to watch over her and her daughter.

“My girls”

“I love you and I’ll never let you go.”

a/n credit to the artist for the gif. Name is label beneath the gif. The picture for this one. The artist I cannot locate but credits to them. I will keep searching for them.

[thewriterg]

𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐘 𝐆

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ༝༚ okie so did I exactly finish spooktober last year… no BUT I’m very hopeful this year and have experienced what works for me and what doesn’t so I’m 87% hopeful we can make it the full month っ◞‸◟ c anyway I’m doing the big three (fluff, angst, and smut) each category gets 10 days and FALL IS HERE WRITERS!

EVENT DURATION; oct. 1st - oct. 31st 2023

may include dark and triggering content ™ thewriterg

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LEVEL 1. (fluff)

DAY 01 ϟ costume participation (ghost x r x soap) DAY 02 ϟ a walk in the park (dallas winston x r) DAY 03 ϟ studying for exams (peter parker x r) DAY 04 ϟ baking festive foods (john price x r) DAY 05 ϟ pumpkin carving (pope h x r x jj maybank) DAY 06 ϟ record shopping (miles morales x r) DAY 07 ϟ pictures at a graveyard (stu x r x billy) DAY 08 ϟ saving a black cat (tate langdon x r) DAY 09 ϟ pumkin spice (tony stark x r) DAY 10 ϟ house decor (luke danes x r)

LEVEL 2. (angst)

DAY 11 ϟ relationship problems (loki x r x thor) DAY 12 ϟ saving them (johnny cage x r x kenshi) DAY 13 ϟ villian and a hero (steve rodgers x r) DAY 14 ϟ household problems (simon riley x r) DAY 15 ϟ jealousy (johnny castle x r) DAY 16 ϟ abandonment (konig x r) DAY 17 ϟ toxic relationship (peter parker x r) DAY 18 ϟ dilf problems (simon riley x r) DAY 19 ϟ comfort (dad!simon x daughter!r) DAY 20 ϟ the one left behind (neytiri x r jake sully)

LEVEL 3. (smut)

DAY 21 ϟ spanking (tom holland x r) DAY 22 ϟ sex pollen (miguel o’hara x r) DAY 23 ϟ stubborn 2 admit (sub!character x dom!r) DAY 24 ϟ somnophilia (leon kennedy x r) DAY 25 ϟ angsty sex (jj maybank x r) DAY 26 ϟ DAY 27 ϟ DAY 28 ϟ DAY 29 ϟ DAY 30 ϟ

FINAL LEVEL.

DAY 31 ϟ

[gremlingottoosilly]

krueger mentioned!! i was so excited to see his name in IYNTBM! do you have any silly/dark hcs or plans to write about him?

Yes!! Krueger my beloved!! I feel like the only reason he isn't as popular as Konig is because he has a canon height that is shorter than 180, so people literally don't see him hehe. Hc and my plans under the cut!

I imagine him like a childhood best friend of Konig - probably around the same age, maybe Krueger is 2 years younger. He is a lieutenant in rank(idk about the mercenary ranks bear with me here, Konig is a colonel) and he wasn't promoted as much specifically because of his violent tendencies. PMC doesn't really care about war crimes as long as it's not a public spectacle, but even the companies he was working in were quite weirded out by the shit he was pulling. yes, he is the best man if you want to torture someone - and then again, he is the best torturer out here, and he sleeps next to you, drinks next to you, hits on the same girls as you etc... He is a nasty, nasty gremlin. The type to hit on the waitresses in a very sleazy manner, the type to say "Hey guys, let's protect this one" in a creepy manner if he sees a woman agreeing with him on his very controversial statements. Currently, in the timeline of IfYouNeedToBeMean, he is sitting home because of his arm injury(got stuck in the burning car, and had to break his arms to get out) and is very angsty and bored about it. Like Konig, he can't really enjoy civilian life, medical discharge is literally his worst days, and he actually has a history of depressive episodes. He DOES NOT cope well with civilian life, and his preferred hobby at home is drinking and ignoring his therapist's messages. Konig helped him quite a bit in his habit - gave the number of his therapist, bless this poor human, trying to support him as much as he can. Konig asks him to babysit his darling because he knows that more than one month at home would probably make Krueger consider killing himself, and he also trusts the man with his life - and his wife. Sebastian has a very perverted sense of morality, but he recognizes the reader as Konig's girl, and he would not touch the stuff that belongs to him. Yeah, we are "Konig's stuff" for him. If I was writing a different story and if Konig and Krueger met the reader at the same time, I would actually see them sharing her - they are not attracted to each other, but they feel like brothers sometimes and could have this mentality of sharing everything between them. Darling stuck with two nasty perverts...yeah, not the best scenario. Unlike Korangi x Reader, Konig and Krueger wouldn't sleep with each other - so you'd have to be their release every time, each time, giving him equal attention because Konig is insecure and Krueger just loves causing problems on purpose.

[diejager]

I'm feeling angsty and I had this brewing in my mind for sometime; if I recall, I think there was an ask somewhere where stepdaughter reader tried telling her mom about what was being done to her by mom didn't listen, to focused on her job and her life with Konig. But then the pregnancy happens and then BAM! Her daughter not only gave birth to her husband's best friend's son but also HIS son too...

Can you imagine the silence, the tension, the ear ringing sounds as the mom realized that her daughter was right about Konig; and she had been trying to tell her for months and MONTHS and she never once listened to her daughter, that she was trying to ask her mother, her own mother, to see and help her, and she just ignored her... and a part of me just wonders if there's some kind of gap between reader and her mother because of all that; yes, mom is helping her how to take care of the babies NOW but she wasn't there THEN...

I might be getting to much into this, but the plot was good and I'm sorry if this is too much for you and people, I just wanted to ask

Oh hohohohoho, there is absolutely a rift between you and your mother, especially after all the gaslighting and ignorance, but you appreciate her help until the last moment you see her. She tried to separate you from König and Horangi, to protect and support you now that you can’t do anything about the twins.

[tradgedyinwaves]

in desperate need of angsty fic recs.

Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Konig. Don't care.

Just feeling the need to express my emotions through an angsty fic that doesn't relate to my personal life at all.

kthanks. bye.

[beloveds-embrace]

Noona please I beg of you, I need more men grovelling and regretting their actions; please give us more of the angsty version of the dukedom au it’s so good, it’s so cathartic please. What happens when the boys realize they fucked up? Who wants to fight Konig upon realizing reader is definitely getting her back blown out by him? Imagine if reader ended up having his baby, or placing divorce papers on Price’s desk, god the ANGST of it all

Here’s my dog as a banana as payment

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THE DOG PICCC TELL YOUR DOG I SAID THEY ARE GOODEST BOY/GIRL EVERRRR ID DIE FOR THEMMM

also thank you to everyone for all the suggestions! I couldn’t add all of them so I’m super sorry for that 😭 and also a thank you to @darkangel4121 for your replies!!

The shift in the household’s demeanor comes slowly, as if the wind has changed direction. At first, it’s little things- a hesitant glance from John, a lingering pause before he leaves a room. Kyle- as you've come to finally learn his first name despite not asking- places your breakfast tray before you with newfound care and no disdainful silence, and Johnny’s meals are cooked to perfection, also a new name you've just so recently been told of. Even Duke Riley himself begins to nod in your direction when he visits, acknowledging your presence in ways he never did before.

But it all feels hollow.

These gestures, once craved, now barely touch you. You are polite, civil, offering faint smiles that do not reach your eyes, acknowledging the changes without truly engaging. Your heart no longer waits at the threshold of their approval; it has found its sanctuary elsewhere, firmly cradled in the hands of a man who has always seen you. Your knight. Your shadow. König.

You walk through the estate, thinking of John’s efforts with a detached air. He invites you to dinners now rather than leave you alone for entire days and nights, his voice gentler, eyes searching for cracks in the walls he helped build. He asks about your day, and you respond with the measured politeness your parents taught you. The warmth he offers now is too late, a sun long set. The flicker of hope in his eyes fades each time you excuse yourself early, your presence like a ghost haunting rooms that no longer feel like home.

König waits for you just beyond the hallways, his presence like a balm to a wound. He falls in step beside you without a word, the weight of his loyalty comforting in a way no amount of decorum could be. He is everything you need- unwavering, fiercely protective, and yours.

In the gardens, beneath a gnarled oak tree, you find moments of peace with him that you could never find within the walls of the estate. You sit together in companionable silence, your shawl and his cape wrapped tightly around you against the evening chill. When you lean against him, pressing your forehead to the cool metal of his armor, you feel his breath hitch. His hand comes to rest at your back, gentle despite the strength he wields.

“I missed you today,” you whisper, your fingers tracing idle patterns over the fabric of his sleeve. It is an admission you would have once swallowed down, but with König, you have no need to hide.

His grip tightens briefly. “I am always here, mylady,” he replies, his voice soft only for you. “You need only call for me.”

“I know.” You close your eyes, listening to the steady thrum of his heart. It beats for you, and that knowledge fills the spaces that loneliness once carved. “You are all I need.”

He shifts then, kneeling before you as he often does, his hands enveloping yours. His gaze is intense, pale eyes searching your face for signs of hesitation, but there are none. “I would give you the world if I could, mylady,” he says, voice low. “But all I have is myself.”

“You are enough,” you say simply, and you mean it. “More than enough. All I could ever want.”

König bows his head, a soft exhale escaping him. “Then I will stay by your side, always.”

The men of the estate still try, fumbling in their newfound efforts to mend what they broke.

John brings you flowers, freshly cut and arranged with care, so you can decorate your drawing room where you occasionally play the harp. You accept them with a polite nod, but they are forgotten in moments, and you go back to asking Konig his opinion on the melody you are playing. Kyle offers to escort you on walks, but you refuse, choosing instead the quiet solace of the garden paths shared with König. Simon’s attempts at conversation are met with cool civility, and Johnny's food largely goes untouched. You allow none of them closer than courtesy demands.

And the gifts received from John and Duke Simon are left untouched. They aren’t much of your style anyways.

But with König, you are different. Soft. Open. You share your thoughts, your fears, the dreams you had long given up on. He listens, always.

One evening, in the safe privacy of your rooms, he rests his head in your lap, a rare moment of vulnerability. You cradle his masked face, tracing the edges of the fabric. You are unafraid of being interrupted; your new maids were quiet and nervous, likely not wanting to be dismissed after the last batch were. You still have no idea how Konig managed to do it, but he spoke to John personally and had them all removed; despite that, you don’t care for their dubious help.

You had made sure to show Konig your appreciation quite thoroughly. Even days later, you swore you could feel how big his hands on your thighs were, keeping you nice and open for his tongue. He'd kept you in that position even when a knock had sounded and someone had entered, but the knowledge of what was going on only sent a sharp thrill of excitement through you.

Still, pettily, you hoped it'd been John who had seen you in the throes of pleasure.

Not right now, Duchess. Not right now.

“Are you tired, my love?” you ask gently, the term of endearment slipping out so naturally it catches even you by surprise, earlier thoughts pushed aside. Still, you have no desire to take it back.

He stills, breath caught. “Say it again. Please.”

“My love.” You smile, leaning closer to press your forehead against his. “You are my love.”

His hands tighten around yours, trembling. “I have always been yours.”

And you believe him. In the warmth of his embrace, you find what the others could now never give- a place where you are cherished, where you are enough. The rest of the estate watches you drift further away, their regret too heavy to shift the chasm that now lies between you. You are beyond their reach, ensconced in a love that was never born out of duty but out of genuine care.

In one of those quiet moments beneath the moonlit sky, after a tiring day of going between appointments and lawyers, you ask him, “Will you take me far from here one day, König? Somewhere far away, where I am free?”

“When you are ready, Liebling,” he promises without hesitation, pale eyes earnest. “I will take you wherever you wish to go.”

The world around you may continue its attempts to pull you back in, but it is too late. Your heart belongs only to the man who has always been your refuge, your shadow, your light. And with him, you finally feel free. König, König, König- and no one else.

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