Young!König x Young!Reader
For those of you who are reading that don’t know, both Klaus and Reader are 18+ so there will be smut. Klaus is also not canon, but that’s the name I gave König. So yeah.
I finally finished this. Thanks to all the new followers of this series, plus the old ones. Sorry, ya girl been struggling mentally the last few months I’ve been gone.
Warnings: Fluff, maybe some language, it’s mostly just fluff tho. No smut in this one
The next few days passed by quickly. Klaus had gotten back into his normal routine at home, and though the memories of Berlin still burned in his mind, the fiery reality of what he was capable of didn’t scorch his emotions as much anymore. He had accepted it, and thanks to your praise, felt a little pride for how well he performed on the mission. The two of you settled into a routine, getting up in the morning, showering, eating breakfast with Oma, doing your daily tasks, and ending the night tangled up together in Klaus’s bed. It was heaven, being together and including one another in each other’s routines.
But, Klaus wanted more, as did you. While he was away you had began looking at different apartments in the city, making sure they weren’t too far from your parents and Oma, or the university you and Annika planned on attending together. Klaus didn’t really care where the two of you lived as long as he could get to Oma in a reasonable amount of time, God forbid in case he had too. When you were towel drying your hair after your morning shower, you glanced at Klaus, who was gently tugging a shirt on and being careful to avoid pulling too much in his shoulder. “So, I looked at a few places while you were away, and I wanted to see if you liked any of them?” you asked, going back to drying your hair.
Klaus nodded, and made his way to you. He took the towel from your hands and began to dry your hair for you, being gentle so he didn’t tug or knot your hair. “Ja, that sounds fine, Häschen.” he replied, concentrating on drying your hair.
You smiled as you watched him focus on his task of drying your hair, taking extra caution to not pull on it. It was comical really, seeing your mountain of a man being so gentle with you. Most would be shocked that a man his size even could be gentle, but you knew better than to ever think of Klaus as anything but that. Yes, he may have been a killing machine in Berlin, but that wasn’t Klaus’s heart. He was surviving then, following orders. No, Klaus was a gentle and loving person, but he also was extremely protective. He would do anything to make sure those he loved were safe, and if he had to kill to make sure that happened, König would.
You both spent the rest of the day looking at apartments, talking to the landlords, and figuring out what you wanted to do. Finally, you had agreed on a decision. The apartment the two of you liked and was within your budget, was only about twenty minutes away from Oma’s and your parents, and thirty from the Uni. It was in town, but neither of you cared. It was perfect for the two of you and cheap enough that Klaus could pay the bills off his salary, while you focused on Uni.
It was a single bed and a bath on the top floor, with a balcony. It was small, but it would only be you and Klaus living it in anyways, occasionally Annika, when she wasn’t with Hans at his house, and Klaus was on a deployment. Klaus had gotten a large check from participating in the assignment in Berlin, and also for sustaining an injury during the mission; so only a few days after deciding on the apartment, you were signing the lease, and moving in. Annika, Hans, your parents, and Oma had all met you two at the apartment (except for Oma, who had rode with you). The men would be doing the heavy lifting, refusing to let any of the women touch any of the heavy stuff. You couldn’t say you were complaining, it was nice knowing you didn’t have to strain yourself trying to help Klaus move things, since your dad and Hans had happily agreed to help.
When you told your mom about the apartment she had offered to let the two of you have her living suit, since she had wanted to get a new one for a couple of weeks anyways. Giving you and Klaus her old one was the perfect excuse to convince your dad to buy a new one, so it was a win-win. In only a couple of hours, everyone was gathered in the living room, the men drinking their beers, and you, Annika, your mom, and Oma laughing at their exhausted looks.
“We offered to help.” Annika said, flicking Hans on the ear, causing the man to roll his eyes and playfully swat at her.
“Didn’t need it. We’re men.” your dad joked, chuckling.
“Yeah, you’re a man with a sore back.” replied your mom, earning a laugh from everyone.
Your dad rolled his eyes, giving her a look. “I’m alright, nothing a couple of Tylenols and a nice soak in epsom salt won’t fix.”
Klaus chuckled, intertwining his fingers with you. You were sitting with him in the love seat, his large form, which had gained more muscle and filled out more during his training, taking up most of the seat. You didn’t mind though, you were more than happy to squished in the love seat, which was more like a regular chair for Klaus with how big he was. Soon enough, everyone had left, and you were left alone with your boyfriend for the fire time in yours and his new place.
Klaus had wen to the bathroom to shower and doctor up his shoulder, which wasn’t nearly as sore as it had been days before. He would have a nice scar from where the bullet went in and existed, but it wouldn’t be too major. He had dealt with the wound like a champ, only rarely complaining with it when he moved his shoulder the wrong way or the stitches began to itch. You had went and laid in yours and his bed, changing into your shorts and one of Klaus’ T-shirts before laying down. The shower shut off, and a few minutes later, Klaus walked into the bedroom wearing a pair of sweatpants. He was using a towel to dry his short, military cut brown hair, and you watched him for a moment, just taking in how built his physique had gotten over the past few months in the military.
He felt your eyes on him and turned to look over his shoulder, catching you staring. He chuckled a little, going back to drying his hair. “You act like you’ve never seen me shirtless, Liebling.” he said in his Austrian accented voice, and you could tell he was smirking.
“You’ve put on some muscle. I just like looking.” you said back teasingly, continuing to watch how the muscles in his back flexed as he continued to dry his hair.
“I have put on a little, haven’t I?” he asked, with an almost bashful smile as he finished drying his hair, which was now only damp.
“Mhm. Come lay with me.” you said back with a small smile, watching as his tall figure walked just to the bed.
He climbed onto his side and sighed tiredly, as he gently laid his arm across your midsection and buried his face into your neck. “Ich liebe dich sehr, Liebling.” he mumbled tiredly, sighing once more in contentment as you reached up and began scratching at his scalp gently.
“I love you too, baby. You wanna get some sleep? I know you’re exhausted from moving today.” you said softly, laying her cheek against his forehead as he snuggled up to you the best he could with his size.
“If you want too. I’d rather lay and talk with you. I got a call this morning, and I’ll have to report back to base next week. I want to spend as much as time with you as possible, Meine Häschen.” Klaus replied, his tone soft and his warm breath hitting your neck gently.
“How long will you be gone this time? Is it another assignment or just regular deployment?” you asked, your brow furrowed a little at the news.
“I’m not sure yet. I’ll find out once I get to base.” Klaus replied, pressing a small kiss to your neck. “I don’t want to leave you, not after we just moved and all. I’m sorry, Liebling.”
You ran your fingers through his damp hair, nuzzling your cheek against the top of his head and saying back softly, “It’s okay. You have to go, I understand.” You didn’t want him to go, you never wanted him to go. But, he had signed up and decided to stay enlisted, so who were you to tell him no?
Klaus barely smiled, pressing one more small kiss to your neck, mumbling back, “I love you, so so much.”
You smiled back, tilting his head up a little to press a small, loving kiss to his lips. “I love you too, more than you know.” you said back in a whisper, your eyes staring his pretty hazel ones.
“I never thought I would find someone like you—not ever. You know I will always come home to you, ja?” Klaus asked softly, his voice a whisper like yours, as he brushed his hand over your hair, the other resting on your hip.
“I know you will. I just worry about you, that’s all.” you replied back, accepting a small kiss from him.
“I will be okay, Liebling. No one could ever keep me from home, I promise you.” Klaus replied, smiling a little when you moved to lay your head against his chest. “I will always come home, always.” he added once more, pressing a kiss to your hair.
“I believe you, baby. I’ll be waiting here, you know that.” you replied, nuzzling your face against his chest.
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