#i can’t wait to explore ittttt

[twistedappletree]

DRAGON AGE VEILGUARD GAMEPLAY LOOKS SO GOOD YALL

[placeinthemiddleofnowhere]

Saw one of your posts mentioning how mean Konig wouldn't let anyone see him hideout his mask even reader, only though if they blindfold them and gave me an idea of reader requesting Konig to do it so they can have the freedom of exploring his face.

Kinda cute idea like reader wanting to at least learn how he looks even by this way and Konig at first feeling embarrassed doing this but eventually he gives in.

SCREAMING

Look at what you made 😭 they’re so soft and König is so sweet and vulnerable, but look at those big broad shoulders omg look at ittttt 💕

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“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” König grumbled, his voice slicing through the quiet darkness.

You laughed, rolling your eyes even while they were being obscured. The thick velvety fabric that was wrapped carefully around your face ensured that you wouldn't see anything for the time being. Tight as it was, tied as if keeping something valuable secured, you didn't mind it too much. It was the only way that König would fulfil your wish.

About a week before he'd mentioned off-handedly that if you finished on top in the upcoming training exercise he'd give you anything you wanted. Anything. You'd been so stressed out about the exercise before his offer. Though now that you have the promise of a reward you had something other than the crippling fear of your failure to train your mind on.

No doubt he'd figured you'd ask for something of some kind of worth, some privilege or a treat that couldn't be found in or around the base. He'd even brushed off your request initially thinking that you must be joking, but on the second time round he just stared at you hard and calculating, blue eyes refracting the pieces of his conflicting thoughts, until he sighed and gave you his ultimatum.

He would bare himself to you completely, take every stitch of fabric from his body, but in return, you'd have to wear a blindfold.

You were surprised he'd even entertained your idea, nevermind allowed a compromise. Afterall, König never showed you more than the bottom of his face, never let you see more than a flash of the mouth that you’d occasionally have the privilege of kissing. At best you thought he'd tell you to pick something else and at worst...maybe a trip over his knee or the back of the couch.

However that wasn't the case, because there you were, situated on his lap and doing everything in your power not to combust with excitement. You'd have been shivering sitting in his cold room if it weren't for the heat of his warm skin and the burn of anticipation that shot through you, waiting for him to take off his last piece of clothing. His mask.

It had been a few minutes since he'd beckoned you to come sit, grabbing your wrist and pulling you over to perch over his massive thighs. The seconds had ticked by slowly after that, trickling away as you traced the lines of his back muscles and tried to soothe him.

Even just getting him fully naked below the neck was something foreign, each new feeling and reaction was new. Every little sensation felt like a firework against yours nerves - Getting to feel the fine hairs on his legs shift underneath your thighs, the little raised lines that littered his skin and revealed themselves under your fingers when you traced his shoulder blades, the shiver you elicited when you found each of those old scars, the soft groan he let out when you kissed the hollow of his shoulder.

"König, I know that I asked you for everything off, but if you're not fully comfortable you can always say no," you murmured, wasting no time in offering his trapezius another kiss.

He shivered underneath you, his body lightly shuddering like a well contained storm.

"A promise is a promise, Schatz," he sighed.

"I care more about your comfort than a silly promise," you assured, laying your head against him.

He hummed at that. It filled the room and hung in the air, the sound of it echoing in your muddy thoughts as you contended with the crackling silence. Everything was still for a moment, nothingness settling like dust.

Sometimes, in the worst of your moments when you locked yourself away in your room with all of your baying bad thoughts, you wondered if he would disappear from your life one day. You’d suffer over the image of him leaving you with only the memories and the outline of a man. You’d never even really know who he was. Though he’d scoff at it any time you so much as hinted at the idea.

This was stupid, he shouldn't have to make himself uncomfortable, all because you wanted to chance your lu-

The whoosh of heavy cloth being discarded to the ground stopped your thoughts in their tracks. Cold air rushed by your head and then presumably, you thought, the mask lay abandoned at König's feet. He was fully bared to you now - just as he'd said he would be.

"König you-"

"Don't worry about it," he said, voice strained and quiet. "Just do whatever it is that you wanted to do."

You tilted your head at that, pursing your lips in dissatisfaction. What you wanted was to feel him properly, get to experience the hulking soldier that normally ordered you around and intimidated even the most high ranking commanders in a way that you never had before. You didn’t want to take advantage of the vulnerable man that was hissing out at you, rattlesnake defences alerted. 

“König, you trust me don’t you?” you asked, trailing your fingers along his shoulders and to his exposed neck. 

You gently curled your hand around it, settling it there while you worked your other one along his otherside, coming over the crest of his biceps and creeping slowly upward. There was no rush, you could take your time with him. You could relax and listen to his quick little breaths, waiting for his answer as you tried to mould him into a relaxed state.

“Why do you ask that?” he said finally. 

Deflection.

He was famous for it. It was no wonder in this case especially, he was crawling with the unfamiliarity of the situation, though you couldn’t quite decide on why he didn’t want to give you a direct answer. It seemed unlikely he wanted to spare your feelings, so that did that mean he was just afraid of saying the answer out loud? You smiled to yourself and shook your head. 

“I’m asking because I want to know - do you trust me?” you repeated.

“Does it matter?”

“Yes. It does.”

“I…I don’t…,” he sighed again, and all at once the tension dropped from his body, almost sending you wobbly over his lap. “I trust you enough to do this. I wouldn’t let anyone else do this. Is that sufficient?”

“It’s not about sufficiency - this isn’t a test. I just want you to be comfortable with me, I don’t want you asking me to do my worst,” you smirked, hoping that your smile would reassure him.

Your heart was skipping beats now. Your mind was at war, on the one had you felt comfortable - felt like you were on even footing with the man before you for once, and on the other knowing that you’d dragged König down to your level was enough to throw you off the metaphorical horse. 

“I think that’s what I might have said to myself the moment I introduced myself to you,” König chuckled, the timbre of it much tamer and friendlier than you were used to. 

You snorted, finally bringing your second hand up so that you were touching your fingers together behind König’s neck. His skin was so soft there. 

“Do you really think that I’m capable of hurting you that badly?”

König breathed out, a sound that caught between laughter and anguish escaped from him. Though before you could question it, he snaked his arms around your back and clutched your shoulders in his hands, gripping you like a half drowned man that’d found his float. 

“You’re the only one in this whole world that can hurt me,” he whispered.

It was so quiet he almost might as well have spoken it to the wind. Though you still heard it unmistakably through the static. Confirmation that you meant so much more than just a fun outlet at the end of a heavy work day. You weren’t a punching bag, or even just a pretty doll to manipulate and exert his will on, you were evolving into something else. 

And he’d clearly never had something else before. 

“König, I won’t hurt you,” you said, moving your hand up once more to cup his cheek. “I promise.”

His skin could’ve been glowing, it was so warm. You bit your lip as you traced the outline of his stubble and felt yourself smile at knowing you could feel the shape of him underneath your gentle touch. The room melted away then, it felt like you were both floating through a vacuum somewhere in the universe. You were the only two that mattered.

“We will see, won’t we,” König muttered, tilting his head so that he could kiss your palm.

You shook your head and wasted no more time in threading your hands through his hair, reaching up to where you supposed the back of his head was and striking gold when you landed in his soft curls. You desperately wondered what colour his hair might be, wanting to drink in the richness with your own eyes. Though that would have to wait. 

“A promise is a promise,” you said finally, “So trust me.”

You kissed him then. With a little hesitancy you leaned forward and pursed your lips and with luck he leaned toward you and brought you home. His mouth was perfect against yours, the curve of his lips pressed firmly to yours and in an instant you forgot about all the worries you had, all the uncertainty and the self doubts - they didn’t matter.

You only hoped he felt the same.