inspiration from here 🎀 — had to make my own version, it just feels so accurate lmaoooo
König never liked the beach. Too hot, too bright, too many people. The sand got everywhere, the humidity made his clothes stick to him, and worst of all? The sun. Scorching, merciless, and completely unavoidable. He preferred the cool, quiet shade of the mountains, where he could actually breathe without feeling like he was being slow-roasted alive.
Yet, despite his many complaints, he found himself standing there, right at the edge of the shore, watching you run toward the waves with excitement. He didn’t even know how he ended up here, but he had a pretty good guess.
Your enthusiasm was his greatest weakness. He could handle combat, intense military training, and even life-or-death situations. But when you looked at him with those pleading eyes, practically bouncing on your toes as you asked, “Please, König? Just one beach day?”—he knew he had already lost.
And now, here he was. A 6’10 Austrian war machine, drowning in layers of sunscreen, sweating under the sun, and internally regretting every life choice that led him here.
When you took a glimpse of that pretty seaside, your eyes shone like there were gold coins waiting for you to pick them up, but König? He was doing that for you, not because he wanted to do it and he made that clear multiple times during your way there.
He was sent into pure horror when he realized that there was no shade anywhere. Thank God he packed a whole beach tent without your concern, and he was about to set it up immediately before his little angel got harmed by the hot sun.
König was a man of precision, but the sunscreen application? Pure panic. It wasn’t just the normal kind either. He frantically applied layer after layer to your skin, barely taking a breath. He was in a full-on frenzy, convinced the tiniest bit of exposed skin could burn you. “It’s for your safety, Hase,” he muttered, even as he smothered your face with a second, third, and fourth layer of SPF 50.
The moment you stepped away from him and into the water, he was already freaking out. Watching you wade into the water, König hesitated, his gaze darting from you to the waves. He couldn’t swim properly. Not because he couldn’t float or manage basic movements, but his height made it impossible to wade through the shallow water without his legs towering out. Plus, the waves didn’t seem to care about his size—they crashed right into his broad chest, making him feel even more awkward.
He stayed at the shoreline, awkwardly trying to look composed, but secretly dying of discomfort as he watched you splash around.
And then, it happened—the burn. Just a light redness on your cheek, but to König? It might as well have been a full-blown sun-induced crisis.
“NEIN!” He yelled, rushing over and carefully inspecting the area like he was checking for a wound, his brows furrowing in disbelief. His hands were all over you now, reapplying sunscreen like you were his most precious cargo, never mind the fact that he’d just done this not five minutes ago.
He was almost ready to take you back to the tent and wrap you in a cocoon of blankets until you were safe from the cruel sun. The waves and beach? Forget them. His main focus was now keeping you safe.
He looked around frantically, as if the itself was at fault for making you burn. “We need to go back to the shade!” he hissed. And even though you reassured him it wasn’t that bad, he wasn’t hearing it. He was already dragging you back under the tent, keeping you in the shade as if you might spontaneously combust if exposed to the sun for more than a second.
He indeed was overreacting but he would never forget himself if you got harmed by anything, he was supposed to protect you and keep you safe from any threat — he was smittened by you like he was never before and he knew that
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