hey! sorry about the hiatus. not proofread. love you all.
mentally, he cursed you for not letting him in. he didn't care. why the hell would he? he would be too focused on you anyways. admittingly, he would've scoped out your apartment to find any thing he might wanna bring with him as a little memory of you. if he were to find your bra or panties casted aside on your bedroom floor he would try his hardest to conceal them within his palm.
his eyes got wide and almost frantically told you that your messy flat was no problem. he wish you would jump in and invite him anyways. he watched you fidget on your phone, asking again from his phone number.
which he gave you and then texting you right after. a few more minutes passed with you far too excited asking when he was free and asking könig questions about his policework.
policework? that's right. he kept his answers light responding with "its confidential". earning cute little laughs from your mouth. you wrapped up the conversation a bit worried that you were wasting his time. "i don't know what the word is english but im responsible for the entire unit and go to most calls because i'm...." he paused, trying to word in in english. he shook his head and spoke very fast in his native language "uh, i'm the top? i don't know how to say this." he laughed nervously. unbeknownst to you, both of these things were lies. his english was that of a native speaker's, hell, his english was probably better than yours. and that "police work" of his wasn't exactly as innocent and naive as he put it, the call about teenagers graffitiing buildings nor the call about the cat stuck under the family car were true. simple lies that made him look like a hero. someone to trust. how doesn't someone trust a giant that helps everyone. it tugged at your heart strings when he told you about an elderly woman that fell victim to an online dating scam- that one got you annoyed in particular, feeling enraged on behalf of some older woman that didn't exist nor did he save from wire fraud. he made all of it up to gain your trust. he wanted you to believe he was the local police chief with no hard crimes such as murder or rape to deal with. you admired this. the first outsider you meet is an older, native austrian working with the police helping and saving people.
that was charm. charming to you.
"well, if you give me a few hours i would be able to meet up tonight for drinks, im sure theres a bar nearby." you laughed as you handed his black cased phone back to him. you thought the suave was radiating off you, asking him out so calmly without fidgeting or shaking. you'd be thinking about him all day.
könig didn't want to wait. he wanted to push you back in the door where you'd fall on your ass and struggle to get up to defend yourself. even if you kicked and shoved you would be no match for his taller and bulkier frame. you were short and petite, without a weapon you were a frail mouse with no defense. even if locks were on the doors, he had a bobby pin laying about. he made a mental note of the locks and if needed, how he could make his way in.
not now. and not tonight. he would have to give it a few weeks for the chemistry to brew and bake until you felt comfortable with him. he knew his physique in itself was intimidating- which he loved to use to his own advantage.
"yes, of couse! although i have to be in the office early tomorrow so i can not be out until 3 or 4 in the morning." he had training at that time. if he wasn't asleep by midnight he would be an agitated mess at the gym. he had recently acquired a handful of new recruits that he would need to train this week. all the paperwork had been filled and finished last week so now the physical workouts called. he was curious to see how many would dropout within this week- maybe he would tell you that to fit along with his policeman job like an average civilian not a colonel from what some believed to be a terrorist group.
you hummed in response. "new recruits i have to train, i am curious to see how many will leave in the following weeks." he exhaled. knowing his time was running out and he would need to leave your doorstep. last thing he needed to do was give you the creeps and make you worried. you smiled at his comment, letting out a small chuckle.
"i hope they all stay, you seem to be a good trainer." you closed your eyes, crows feet appearing around your temporarily closed eyes. "you have a lot of muscle. that's something to be proud of, i can barely move my boxes around."
"ah, thank you, (y/n), i know for some it can be hard to stay focused and work out every day. it takes viel bestimmung oder ausdauer" he laughed, apologizing for not knowing the words in english. secretly, he hoped you would know but another part of him hoped not. he was cruel and calculated, he would keep you locked away and speak only in german and watch as you become more and more confused, frustrated and scared with the language barrier. just that thought made his heart pound a little faster. he didn't want to torture you- rather scare you into obedience and submission. as long he didn't physically hurt you then there was no harm in what he intended on doing. he reminded himself that and repeated it again to keep his head on straight. "and i can help you with the boxes, i don't want you to hurt yourself."
your eyes brightened at this idea. a godsend, you thought. you dreaded those boxes stuffed in the corner of your room. it was quite the eye soar and bothered you. the boys that lived above you were nice enough to help you move all of your stuff in, besides the heavier things like the entire refrigerator or microwave which you surely weren't able to install nor the heavier boxes filled with a myriad of trinkets.
"i didn't feel like brining half of the stuff in the boxes and coming back downstairs. it would take me too long." you sighed, scratching the side of your cheek. "i also have to install the microwave and fridge and i still have to call the maintenance guys." you half laughed partly out of embarrassment, still smiling nonetheless.
könig laughed at how flustered you looked with your cheeks turning into a bright pink. it reminded him of rose flowers. "i don't mind doing all of that right now for you, (y/n). only if you have time." with this he realized that you literally just have moved in. how could you not have these things set up by now? he was going to take you before any of the locals realized that you were settled down and lived there.
"well, i certainly do." you opened the door a bit wider for him. you sat the bread basket down on a high table adorned with your housekeys, a dish filled with rocks and photo of who he assumed was your family back home. he watched you slip off your flats, grab the basket and walk into what he guessed was your kitched. he also followed suit with his shoes not trying to be rude or give you any hint that he was off. you met him no longer than two hours ago and he was alone with you in your fucking house. gently, he placed both of his shoes side by side thinking how stupid you were. imagine, if he was malicious or had a gun? you would be robbed and dead by now. yet, you were a caring little thing. too innocent for this world. too innocent for him. all he had to do was rush you and choke you until you were unconscious and figure out a way to get out. he began to seriously contemplate thing noting the door behind him and the slightly open windows letting a draft in with open blinds as he made he way behind you.
there you stood, back to him with your hands on your hips. the refrigerator was laid horizontally on the wooden floor. granted, it was a small apartment but it could fit two people. it was most definitely built for students. the microwave laid door up on the kitchen countertop. könig found solace in how normal this all was, like he was an old friend using his muscle to help you move in or a couple just moving into a new apartment. he enjoyed the ladder more than the former by a longshot.
"im thinking the fridge goes here." you motioned to an empty spot in the kitchenette next to a plus, undoubtedly where the old tenants had it. könig watched you slide around with your white ankle socks on. he was jolting every few minutes with a primal instinct to cover your mouth and threaten to kill you if you didn't comply. he would never hurt you, just empty threats to keep you from running or screaming...or both. könig's mind went blank responding with nods and hums as you talked about where the fucking microwave should go. you should go, go with him to his place on the other side of the city. he only came back into reality when you struggled to pick up the metal microwave, which was too heavy for your little bones to carry. he thought how stupid he must've looked...how creepy he must've looked as you picked the metal up with him solely staring at you.
jim was FEEDING us in this live🥹 saying 'good girl' and 'you've been a very, very naughty girl' ect, GRRRR (which i didn't manage to catch unfortunately...) 😵💫😵💫
is there going to be a continuation to your Yandere!Konig fic or is it finished? no pressure if you don't want to write more, what you wrote is wonderful <3 but I do enjoy seeing your interpretation of Konig and how his brain works
hi there!
yes, i do plan on continuing this fic! it's been a bit difficult for me to continue working because loss of motivation as well as my heavy academic workload.
uploads will be scarce but there will be uploads nontheless!
bro the way Konig goes from kinda sweet awkward giant to having fantasies about literally kidnapping the reader in donnerkeil is insane and I absolutely love that, the man doesn't feel a lot of things but when he does he feels them to the MAX
hi! and yes. so many different authors have their own interpretation(s) of him. i think he's only socially awkward around women, he feels more confident with men because..
he's a fucking colonel? and isn't shy to be a bit boisterous and doesn't hesitate to be in charge.
i saw a headcannon that bc of his line of work he gets worried about being rejected and being in a long term relationship in general because he worries something bad will happen to him. not entirely commitment issues but something on that line. i also think he's either a total dog and sleeps around with whoever he can get the chance to sleep with (one-night stands, hookups ect.) or isn't and is waiting for the one to come around to him.
i don't think he intends to be obsessed but it comes by accident. i mean, he's killed people, had people killed and watched people he held close to him be killed. if he thinks he's "found the one" he's not gonna let you have the same fate as so many of his comrades.
something just snaps in his head (probably due to trauma :( )
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it was unfortunate that everything was closed. he offered kindly to take you out that afternoon to learn more about each other although the realization that it was sunday made him feel like an idiot. his plan to continue the rest of the day with you was interrupted as quite literally- nothing was open. the shops and restaurants closed. he wasn’t going to invite you into his apartment yet, he didn’t want you to think he was insane and/or trying to prey upon you.
he didn’t think he was insane. just someone with a lot of emotions.
maybe.
he held your basket in his hands walking by your side yet slightly trailing behind you, following your lead. you were making you way back to your apartment, knowing the tall man was following beside you. you were deciding whether or not to invite the man you just met not more than an hour ago into your living space, into your space, into your apartment. the fact that you couldn’t make your mind was eating you up with stress and anxiety.
he seemed kind enough but you were from a place were the meaning of “stranger danger” was more severe and realistic compared to the small austrian countryside. everyone knew each other here and looked after each other, both the young and the old. walking besides you was the behemoth of a man. you could only imagine the looks on the little old ladies’ faces as your small frame was accompanied by the almost 7 foot giant, especially with how sweet and lovingly he was treating you. as well as him holding your little basket filled with fruits and other items from the market.
“are you here for work?” he questioned.
“school. i go to university of vienna.” you chirped. a certain “bounce” in the tone of your voice.
“and what will you study?” he inquired. you were unable to see the smile forming on his scarred lips.
“i’m not too sure yet, i’m thinking something with science or health. for a while i wanted to be a teacher.” you giggled, letting a sigh escape from your parted lips.
“wow, you’re so smart then.” you felt a light blush cast over your cheeks because of his compliment.
“and you? which university do you go to” you asked, turning your head to look up at him. könig was such a fitting name for him. you were still in belief over his height yet his calm and nice personality. he was soft spoken around you, in his line of work he would bark orders at men not that much older than you and slaughter men with guns twice your size.
“uh i’m not a student anymore. i’m apart of the police? i think is how you say it?” he laughed in embarrassment, his voice was higher pitched clearly manipulating his voice to make it seem like his english skills were much more duller than what they actually were. könig had men deployed from america and other english speaking countries and put just as much fear into them as what he did the native german speaking recruits. you were too perfect to find out he was a colonel, a military man, a murderer.
“oh my, what type of policework do you do? i know its a lot different from what the policework is like back home. but i’ve never met an officer before.”
“nothing happens here but if a fight happens or if there’s loud music i deal with that. nothing too crazy.” he followed as you turned right on the cobblestone sidewalk, he let you walk on the slightly elevated sidewalk while he trailed right besides you on the side of the road. by no means was it a busy street so there was no reason to be worried about speeding cars. you saw your terracotta coloured apartment and stopped outside the brown oak door. könig quickly caught on that the door behind you was yours, and that led to your house. you led him to it without a second thought, no doubts in your mind that he could be dangerous at all- to you he was a gentle giant. you had let him right to the place you felt most safe in. all he had to do was wait for you to open that door and he could rush you. throw that stupid fucking basket on the floor. hold his hand over your mouth, threaten you and tell you that you’re coming with him. tell you that you’re never going to see that room again and you’d drop out of school as soon as you were settled in his apartment. which wasn’t too far for someone who was familiar with the area but it was far enough for a foreigner to get lost.
“ah.” he trailed, handing you the basket. you held the straw handle within your fingers. his hand quickly brushed upon yours but that didn’t make him falter- not yet at least. he decided then it wouldn’t be the best time to attack you in mid-morning plus you needed to gain his trust just a little bit more.
funny how within those few hours he figured that you’d make the perfect wife for him. all you need is him and all he needs is you.
“i’m sorry, i would invite you in but my flat is a mess.” you laughed, rubbing your arm in shame. “i can give you my number though! if you want it that is.” you looked back up at him with the most angelic smile könig had ever seen. he is the reason why you were smiling so wide. you were too perfect for this cruel world, too innocent to know what he does for work and too precious to know the thoughts and fantasies crowding his mind.
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you laughed at his offer, finding humor in his jokes. you knew that austrians were overly friendly and would jump at the opportunity to show you their country and culture. you had already experienced it, especially with the elderly vendors who had never heard an accent before that wasn’t from old hollywood films from the midcentury.
the very tall man thanked the vendors in austrian germanic. he turned to you, his head bowed, practically towering over your much, much, much smaller frame. “your name?” he inquired, leading the both of you away from the both. never taking his eyes of yours. he noticed quickly that when you laugh in embarrassment your nose begins to scrunch up and small dimples appear on the sides of your face.
“oh, i’m (y/n).” you were meek and quiet. you were ringing your hands in anxiety. he noticed this and felt a pit of sadness appear in his stomach as he knew that all too familiar feeling of social anxiety- especially when around new people. “you?”
he paused for a few moment while matching your pace. the vendor you walked to was selling fruit and you couldn’t walk by it. you were examining the fruit looking for ripeness or any sight of rotting. he admired your carefulness and how you pay attention to detail.
“könig” he said blankly. not knowing what to say. yes, to some extent it was his nickname. it was something he would respond to and if he were to hear it in public he would turn his head around in an attempt to see who tried to get his attention. it was a nickname of sorts. you turned your head around to face him. his eyes were a deep shade, you couldn’t tell if they were brown or a dark green.
“könig?” your accent was so thick it made him mentally cringe. yet, he felt some way when you said his name. he had never gotten butterflies before, mostly because he was too nervous when he was younger to talk to any of the girls in school and unfortunately that did follow him into his adult life. but, there was something so different about you that all over those fears disintegrated and dissipated into thin air. your eyes were burning into his as his heart began to thump louder in his chest. he was sure there was no way you couldn’t hear it.
“yes. i mean, look at my height.” he laughed nervously, bending his knees in and tilting his elbows in a way that you allow you to examine just how lanky he truly was. “it’s been my name since a child.” he let out an awkward laugh, praying that you wouldn’t pry him anymore about his name.
“der struwwelpeter would be fitting.” you joked, elbowing him in the side of his muscle-filled arm.
“wow, so funny, (y/n). i’ll take it as a compliment.” he joked. you felt your face light up and become warm when you hear him say your name, it rolled off his tongue so perfectly. the addition of his accent made you heat up even more. he then offered to pay for the selected fruits you had in your hands, which you declined at first yet he insisted numerous times, eventually telling you to simply be quiet and let him handle it.
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the first time he laid his eyes on you, his once cold heart began to pound a little faster. his social anxiety seemingly leaving his body behind. you were entering the market, your beautiful hair bounced against the morning golden sun. you walked over to one of the vendors as könig walked behind you, picking up on your accent and otherwise poor german skills. clearly, you weren't a native speaker from around here. he knew that he needed to act fast, who knows when you’d be leaving to go back to your home country.
from his peripheral vision and occasional inconspicuous glances he would briefly watch you study the candles you picked up and examined. he couldn’t tell what the first one was, second was lemongrass and the last one was lavender. you took a liking to that one as you paid the fare and placed the candle in the basket you held.
könig played with the honey jar he held whilst mindlessly listening to the vendor explain the fine details in the ingredients contained in the honey, trying her hardest to scrape a few euros out of him. he placed the jar down and picked up a bigger one with a pink gingham ribbon around it, similar to the one in your basket.
you moved one vendor down. only one away from könig. his heart was racing. how perfect this was. all you needed to do was move down one vendor and he could strike a conversation up with you.
a natural conversation of course.
not a conversation he was replaying in his head.
you picked through a collection of soaps and flowers making careful purchases with each.
until you say your goodbyes to the seller and moved. you walked to the vendor on the opposite side of the gravel road. you were behind him on the other side of the street.
he missed his opportunity. quickly, könig said his thank yous and put the honey back in its respective place it was in before. the vendor you were stood at was a vendor from a small family run bakery. he liked their baked goods and he knew the person at the table.
fuck it.
he walked over to an open spot to stand beside you. he gave you a greeting in german with a smile painted across his lips now fully being able to see your face and your perfect features. he would kill everyone within a mile just to hug you for mere seconds. you returned the greeting with a meek wave, filled with nervousness. in your hands was a topfenstrudel wrapped in a plastic sheet held together with a black zip tie. könig made a positive comment on how lovley the pastry was (especially when warm) nodding towards the boy running the booth. that comment alone convinced you enough to purchase it.
“ihr sachertorte ist auch gut” he paused before speaking again, “magst du sachertorte? he smiled, picking up a container with the famous austrian pastry placed inside.
you hummed in confusion with a puzzled look on your face. “was ist sachertorte?” and his suspicion was right. how could you not know? foreigner.
“it’s a chocolate cake. native to austria.” chuckling, he gave the seller the requested amount of euros for cake. “you’re not from here, huh?” he placed the cake in a bag given to him then turning to you. “perhaps i can show you around more...later on”.
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austria was heaven. the town you were in was quaint and small, it was something from out of a fairytale. you were lucky enough to have found an apartment close to the university you were studying at for a study abroad program. yes, you missed your family from back home but austria was something new and exciting.
you were lucky enough to have found a smaller apartment that you would be able to live in by yourself. no flatmates. no roommates. only you. although, you had downstairs and upstairs neighbors, some of which you knew were also exchange students and others were austrian students studying at the same university as you.
admittedly, it was difficult navigating a different country yet it proved helpful to have learned a handful of german phrases before arriving.
you decided to get in the good habit of waking up early before to get the most out of each day. you opened the window nearest to your bed. close germanic chatter from the streets below and birds tweeting in nearby trees filled you with warmth. the sun shone into your room thus instantly lightening up the once darkened corners. glints of rainbow twinkled and danced on the glass.
and just like you did so many times before, you closed and locked the door behind you. you didn’t decide to wear anything fancy yet you weren't dressed like you had just woken up. your face was bright and smooth with your healthy locks glowing in the sun. carrying an empty basket filled with a gingham cloth you began walking to the local market. it was a saturday and you had grown accustomed to the austrian tradition to have all businesses closed on sundays. it was a disturbance in your schedule but now you had learned to buy your goods before sunday. nothing was better than the local market and it’s sellers who picked up on your accent and began to bombard you with questions and offer you deals on their current prices. you were able to develop friendships with them simply by being a foreigner. an outsider.
the market wasn’t far from your apartment, only a nine or ten minute walk and you had completed about half of that journey already. you could smell the freshly baked bread and other lovely scents emitting from the market.
someone else was headed to this market. this was the town he had grown to. he harbored to much hate and love for this little austrian town he called home and grew up in. his cravings to escape his home and step outside ate at him, the trauma he hid and his own ideals about his body consumed him endlessly. today, he had done it. he had left the confides of the walls in his house.
and he was gifted enough to spot you. you had a glow around your body, he could tell that your soul was bright. he could tell that you were far too pure for this world. far too pure to what he had to do for work and all the violence he witnessed every time he set foot into the field.
something about you struck a chord with him. he needed to protect you. he needed to protect you from the dangers in the world.
Hi🥺💕 I’m in dire need of some fluff for my bois Kapkan and Fuze if that’s alright with you💕 Or perhaps the the whole Spetsnaz if you’re feeling it🥰 Perhaps sleeping positions with their s/o? Like who tends to radiate heat, who likes to sleep facing their partner, weird little habits they have when they sleep. Anything is fine really💕 Much love and thank you🥺💕💕
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timur glazkov ; timur definitely likes to unwind the night by reading something. i personally feel like timur would enjoy old russian poetry, steven king, or a magazine collection of different global artworks. anything that doesn't involve too much violence (such as any tom clancy novel). he likes when you cuddle up into his chest while under the covers while he reads. he makes sure he dims the bedside light as low as he can while still being able being able to read his book.
maxim basuda ; in the start of your relationship maxim wouldn't show much physical affection now when he feels more secure and comfortable he turns into a cuddle bear. maxim will always be big spoon. no matter how bad his day was he will never be little spoon. it's too feminine for him. he lays his hand either over your thigh or your chest (squeezes your titty too and chuckles about it.)
shuhrat kessikbayev ; he has a hard time separating memories from you from his ex fiancé, especially into the first few months of your relationship. he tries to differentiate between the past and the present so therefore it might take him a while to warm up to you physically but particularly emotionally. he really likes cuddling. put on a older film from the mid-century and he's all yours. he enjoys being the big spoon but he does enjoy having your body weight and warmth on top of him. will occasionally be little spoon when he's having a difficult day and harsh memories, but not often
alexsandr senaviev ; alex is nine times out of ten the big spoon. if you have titties he will lay his head on your chest and pretend he's falling asleep on actual pillows. when spooning he will wrap his arm around your torso and one hand under your shirt. he doesn't care if you complain if his hand is cold.
i got bored and while listening to my russian playlist i decided to curate the spetz favourite song in correlation to their personality. i made sure i didn't include timati because he's an awful person 😍 all the songs are in russian. all songs are handpicked by a slav (me).
glaz- idk i feel he's a instasamke type of motherfucker
kapkan- 100% likes drill (maybe call me never, although he's not russian) or morgen
fuze- a baby tape fan. gimme the loot is on reply 24/7 especially when he's working out at the gym.
tackanka- will bust it down for gena's birthday party on accordion. it's hard to explain just look it up.
hcs for fuze, iq and ela x fem reader that was abducted by the white masks please?
hi anon! happy holidays to all! thanks for being so patient with me and my lack of updating. i don't feel very confident with writing for female characters within the game yet here below here i have some fuze headcannons. reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated!!!
shuhrat is a worry wart and overthinks often. after not hearing from you for a few hours his mind bounces back and forth to different scenarios. the thought of you being kidnapped does cross his mind but he secretly knows that thought is highly irrational. he plays it off to you hanging around the base with other operators or maybe you're at a bar, restaurant or club with friends.
he knows its highly unusual for you to not let him know where you are heading off to. if you have your location for him on your phone, he constantly checks it.
after the fourth or fifth hour rolls around without any contact from you, he slowly begins to emotionally panic, he calls alex for help, definitely inquisitive yet he does pry at him for an answer.
after another hour or so with alex's advice of "(y/n) is fine. drink vodka". and reassuring him that you're all alright. yet it doesn't soothe him like he hoped for. not very convincing.
he receives an e-mail from a do-not-reply email stating your general whereabouts and the situation you were held hostage in. then, he truly begins to panic, mentally, emotionally and physically.
he stands up from the couch, the blanket on top of him now on the floor. he can't take his eyes off the screen and keeps rereading the e-mail over and over.
he instantly calls the number at the bottom, begging for you to be safe and set free from your abductors.
he ends up making a compromise with whom he assumes is the white masks as they promise to keep you safe in return.
he notifies six although he shouldn't due to the comprise between the white masks and himself.
six organizes a "rescue operation" for your release and shuhrat is involved with it through every second of the plan and the process.
he knows that before dawn you'll be wrapped around in his arms, all safe and sound. but the anger that you were swept from under him gives him the motivation to find and fight for you.
