Loved, Beautifully
A Self-Insert König One-Shot
You’ve been feeling insecure all day. König notices something is up and he’s determined to make you feel better.
All fluff, sfw. Gender neutral reader, but is referred to as beautiful and pretty.
TW: anxiety, body image issues, panic attack symptoms
WC: 1.6k
I didn’t think I would ever write anything, but I was feeling some type of way so I hope this is good.
You were sitting on the couch, staring at the patterns in the carpet when König’s hulking frame stalks his way over to you. The quiet shuffling of his feet on that carpet is timid, yet the sound of his steps combined with his tall shadow cast from the setting sun through the windows brings you out of your daze.
You slowly look up at him, smiling half-heartedly. His head is tilted further down, like his eyes are trying to hide behind his eyelashes as he looks at you.
“Mein liebe, what’s wrong?”
You were caught off guard by his question. Your eyebrows furrowed together slightly.
You couldn’t remember what you were just thinking about moments before he interrupted you. Your mind was a still haze of the blue and green swirls that decorated that carpet in front of you. As you looked into his eyes, you saw the same blue patterns.
“What?” you said. Your ears were slightly ringing.
He wrings his hands together, looking down at them while he shuffles closer to you.
“What’s wrong?” he says softly as he reaches the couch and sits down beside you, raising his head to look in your eyes for a brief second before they shift back down. His knee knocks against yours and you look down at the carpet.
That blue and green pattern brings you to remember what started your loss of focus in the first place: self-doubt. You had always tried to hide your anxiety about your insecurities since getting together with König not too long ago, knowing from the first meeting with him how much anxiety he had around people. You were often too considerate to a fault like that; at least in your mind, it was being considerate. You wanted to be the one to help, not to be helped, however, König always knew how to take care of himself.
He has anxiety and he’s doing great. In fact, he was the one to ask you out first. He could handle himself,
and
you
couldn’t.
You let your anxiety run rampant through your head today. It was a spiral of hating your face, hating your vanity over wanting to be more attractive, and hating yourself feeling this way. Your lungs tightened in your chest as you let out a shallow breath. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears.
König put his hand on your knee, shaking it.
You looked up at him with slightly widened eyes. He was staring back at you much the same way.
Your mouth opened to take in a breath as tears threatened to break past your eyelids. König recognized your fear and placed his hands on either side of your face to bring his face closer to yours, you saw that clear blue staring straight at you, darting quickly between each of your eyes.
He looks incredibly regretful as he stumbles out a “My god I am so sorry. I am SO sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. Oh my god, please. I am so sorry…”
You close your eyes tightly and turn your head away from his, putting your hands up to your face while leaning down, trying to bury yourself between your knees.
You never wanted him to see you like this.
You feel even worse because he’s got tears running down his face now as well. He believes this is his fault.
“No-“ you choke out through a sob. You’re trying to communicate that it’s not his fault, but it’s hard to breathe.
König made his way to the front of your knees, kneeling where his head was at about the same height as yours and he puts both of his arms around your shoulders into a hug, pushing you forward so you are sitting further off the couch, your head squished into his neck as he does the same to yours.
“Breathe, darling.”
He breathes slowly in and out to model this, still gripping you tight. The pressure is a comfort, but you can feel your tears start to soak his shirt.
“Hey come on, breathe with me.”
His voice is a bit shaky but not as shaky as your breaths trying to mirror his.
In.
And out.
And in again.
It slowly gets easier to breathe but you don’t know how long it’s been. He is still kneeling, hugging you as you lean off the couch. König’s left hand is running up and down your back while his right hand grips the base of the back of your neck.
You are normally alone for moments like these, so you’re surprised how much better it feels going through this with König, despite being being a sniveling, embarrassed mess.
You realize how König just saw you and your face heats up.
“I’m sorry, it wasn’t your fault” you breathe out, still against his neck.
He just hums while he continues to rubs your back.
You lift your head up to look in his eyes again and he still looks a bit hesitant. His hands stop moving. He’s scared. Scared he might say something and shatter you.
“Do… you want to say what was wrong?” he says softly and slowly, his eyes dart back and forth between yours again. You guess it’s a nervous habit of his you just now noticed and you smile a bit.
This man really has you in a chokehold. He just saw you at your worst and he’s nervous.
You look down as you say “I was feeling insecure about…” you pause, really sinking into your embarrassment at the situation. You had never openly talked about your feelings of insecurities to anyone else. Your eyes look up and him and back down to your lap. König looks at you intently, patiently waiting for you to finish. “Um, about my looks, like… all day”
He grabs your chin with his hand and forces your face up to look at him. he looks bewildered this time.
“What?!” he says as he spits out a bit.
You flinch at the surprise and his expression softens a little.
“Hey, I mean, why do you feel like this? You are so beautiful.” His eyebrows bunch together and his face comes a little closer to yours.
“Um” You feel a little speechless at just how close he is, still fueled by your self-consciousness. You guys have kissed plenty of times before but the closeness and the compliment wiped the floor with your shameful state. Your lips parted without any other words.
“You are beautiful.” he states plainly as he moves his hands to each side of your face yet again. You sink into them as your face turns red. You really do love this man.
König ends the silence by pressing his lips to yours. This helps you forget about what happened before as you melt into his touch even more, focusing on the warm feeling of his lips.
He pulls away from you. You blink a few times, looking at various parts of his face. The silence still has you waiting for him to say something.
“Please don’t feel like you have to hide this from me.” He looks desperate now as he speaks softly, his hands still on your jaw. You can hear the sincerity in his voice and you feel bad for how this whole thing went down. If you had been open, you two wouldn’t have had to deal with this mess. Eyes puffy, shirt collars wet, feelings misunderstood.
“I won’t König.” You press your forehead to his and it’s his turn to blush.
“I’m sorry that you felt like this was your responsibility-“
“No, just stop talking.” He cuts you off, closing his eyes. You wonder if you’ve upset him in some way before he takes his fingers and wipes away your tears a bit harshly with rough, callused fingers. He reaches his hand to the bottom of his shirt and lifts it to grab your nose and wipe it. You’re slightly taken aback before he says, “Can I kiss you?”
His eyes look down before looking back up at yours., bringing his forehead back down to yours.
You laugh a little given the circumstances.
“You just kissed me and wiped my nose like a baby, do you really have to ask?” You smile.
“I felt it was necessary this time.” He smiles back and guides you further onto the couch, towering a little higher over you. His forehead never leaves yours as you lean back, his left arm coming up to press on the couch headrest besides your head, his right hand on your jaw. Your lips part open in a small gasp as his right knee rests between your legs, his left leg standing on the floor.
“I want to make you feel beautiful.”
You stare at him with wild eyes. You didn’t know what to say in the face of that, so you just nod your head once timidly.
He presses his lips to yours once again, starting slow.
You bring your own hands up to his chest and he takes that as a sign to go a bit faster, pressing his face a bit further into you, your head sinking into the couch.
He pulls away from your lips, quickly moving to your jaw and pressing down a kiss.
“Beautiful”
He kisses right under your jaw.
“Pretty”
He kisses the base of your neck, making you shiver a bit.
“Um, beautiful” he smiles against your neck and you chuckle.
He brings his face back up towards yours, and says sheepishly “I’m sorry I don’t know that many words for beautiful in English.”
You grab the back of his neck and bring him back in to kiss him.
You really do love this man. You two haven’t said it yet, but you can feel he loves you too.
