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Betrayal Series

Finished series

-Hope you enjoy. Feel free to comment and reblog.

Warning: Mentions of Death, Violence,Depression, Suicide, Breaking Up, Miscarriage, Self Harm.

Bucky Barnes x Fem! Character

Eddie Brock x Fem! Character

Betrayed by the one she loved. Will things ever be the same for our lovers.

Audrey Winters had gone through a lot before settling down. But everything was gonna change. Losing everything she held dear to her. Will everything eventually change for the good or worse.

Konig One Shots

Karaoke Night Past Lives “Haven’t I Given Enough” “The one that got away” “Painted Black” “Falling In Love With You” “It made me think of you” You’re His Wife “Watching you slip away” More One Shots To Come Slow Updates

THE MASKED KING AND THE SHIELD MAIDEN

CHAPTER ONE Chapter Two

Chaos Was Her Name

Pairing- Konig x reader *call sign (phantom)*

Summary- König has been going to therapy for his depression and self isolation. That lands him in the therapists office when one mission goes wrong. But his whole world is gonna be turned upside down. Recently joining the 141 Task Force he keeps to himself. But things are gonna change.

TW-Mentions Blood, Death, Unprotected P in V Sex, Size Kink, Fluff, Pining, Some Angst, Lack of Sleep, Comforting, Praising Kink. Obsessive! König!

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five (Currently in the works)

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Here with Me Sneak Peek to Chapter 2 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 part one Chapter 3 part two Chapter 4 Chapter 5

“Crossing Oceans of Time”

Konig x (Vampire Reader) reader dialect and her tone of speaking is all olde English. But she will start speaking more modern later in the Fic. TW: Mentions Blood, Witch-hunt, Lynching, Fire, TW If You're Sensitive About The Salem Witchtrials Please Do Not Interact. This Fanfic does mentions what happened to the men women. This is an all fictional scenario. Will label each Chapter.

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Chapter One "Awakening In Modern Era"

Chapter Two "Sharing Her Tale Of Woe"

“I Won,The Battle of Love” Haunted By The Ghost Of Us “The Night We Met” “I’m with you till the end” “Her” “I’ve got my eyes on you” More One Shots To Come Slow Updates

“I’m Scared” The Other Woman Goodbye Sunflower Part One Goodbye Sunflower Part Two

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In Another Life

TW- NSFW, Depression, Death, Imprisonment, Pregnancy, blood

Gif- by yokkikimesi

Maybe in another life we would be happily married with three or four children. Watching you play with our children in the mountains where you grew up at. Talking in your native tongue as you glance over to me with your eyes filled with love and affection for me and our children.

As night falls we could sit at the table sharing a bottle of your favorite red wine eating a meal from your childhood. Then we play the old record player that we found at a garage sale. Watching you play an old song that reminds you of our wedding day.

The morning of children giggling and teasing their father. Tugging on your legs as we make breakfast.

The moments I cherish most is when you lie beside me in bed with nothing on. Caressing you as you look deep into my eyes. Feeling your soft supple skin in the palm of my hands. You nipping at may finger tips.

Your soft supple body under my calloused finger tips. Grazing over your body. Feeling your stretch marks under my fingers. Your tiger stripes that held the life in your womb. Your body that held our children for nine months. All those months I wanted nothing more to kiss the ground you walked on. You are the strongest, bravest woman in my eyes Schatz. You multiplied my love from a grain of sand to all the world's beaches. If I could do this all over again. I would continue to worship you like the goddess you are.

I wasn't worthy of your love from the beginning. But you looked upon me with patience and understanding.

*the sounds of iron bars slamming shut*

It's been 1095 days 24 hours since I seen you my moon goddess. They dragged you from the cell. I couldn't fight them off, I tried so much but in return I was given a slash to my chest and a busted lip, the sounds of the prod hitting my jaw causing a loud crack . I watched from the ground as blood pooled around my head. I faded in and out as they dragged you out. Slowly drifting in and out of consciousness. The sounds of your voice yelling my name into the void that swallowed me up. As I awaken strapped to a steel table they dress my wounds and administer more mystery serums. I feel the change in my body but my mind is plagued with your voice and screams.

As I sit alone in my cell I hear all the unlucky souls that are picked with their fucking lottery system. I continue to count the days until I am reunited with you.

I heard you scream my name for days in the beginning, your stifled cry and pleas for mercy, but you begging for the sweet release of death.

but those days are behind us.

the screams have stopped but in my mind they continue to echo.

where are you?

In my dreams you sit in the corner of our cell holding something. You never look at me or notice me. You are humming a haunting tune. When I try to approach you disappear from my grasp.

"y/n!"

"where are you?"

"I'm looking at you but nothing is present. You sit across me staring around us with a vacant look. You cower away from me in fear. What have they done to you."

*just as I approach you disappear into the void and I awaken cold and alone in my cell looking for you.*

They approach my cell and they look upon me like a creature. We were simply living in seclusion when they captured us.

"We never had time to enjoy our newly wed life as husband and wife."

The sounds of a ballpoint pen jolting notes of the black clipboard. The sounds of the doctor swallowing thickly echos in my ears.

"Sir, its ready"

A scientist emerges with his clipboard in hand. looking it over.

"these are the last two they captured. It appears the other specimen is carrying a child. We need prepped for delivery. She is due soon."

"what about the brute?"

"keep him for breeding purposes."

"dispose of the female specimen when she is finished."

"yes sir"

As the cell doors opened.

I lunged at the doors. With all my strength I tear throw the guards and rush down the halls searching for her.

"Y/N"

*the loud sounds of the bar doors slamming woke up Konig. as he slept in his cold dark cell. Looking at his calloused hands that were covered in black mud.*

Looking at the cell doors he sighed with grief and defeat.

"Maybe in another life I would call you mine, we would be married with four children under the warm sun playing. Watching you laugh and run around with our children."

"Maybe in another life you would still be here with me. In my grasp. tightly in my arms, our hearts beating in sync."

"If I don't make it out of here. Wait for me in whatever hell we end up in. I will not stop searching for you y/n"

"Hell cannot hold me prisoner"

"Nor will he lay a finger on your hair."

"Even God cannot save the Devil from my clutches."

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sworn sword

knight!könig x plus-size!fem!reader

part 1 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6

there has been civil unrest in the kingdom, prompting the king and your father to hire a knight to protect you. thankfully it is a knight you already know.

tw: fem reader, plus size reader, mentions of body image, not proofread

wc: 1.8k

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“The king insisted upon having a knight guard you,” your father said, hands clasped behind his back as he faced you.

He stood in front of the large windows overlooking the courtyard and the rose gardens. Your father had been appointed to the King’s Counsel, moving himself and you to the royal palace while your mother stayed behind to handle the estate and your sister’s wedding to Ser Garrick.

You were brought along to the palace with the hope that it would make finding a husband easier. Of course it was quite the same as at home, just the competition broadened from just your sister to the entirety of the other women at court. You were still too soft around the edges while the other women were willowy and slight in their gowns.

It was hard to hold a candle to them.

“A knight?” You were hardly important enough to warrant a knight being hired to keep track of you. Perhaps a City Guard member would make more sense, but a knight was far too grand.

The king was being cautious. There had been a few attacks on members of the castle as of late—a lord on the counsel was roughed up outside of a pleasure house, and a few servants had been robbed of their coin for their daily shopping. There had been plenty of unrest in the kingdom after the death of the queen, the poor becoming poorer as the king scrambled for some semblance of control.

Your father gave you a look, silencing your next protest as you closed your mouth. Living in the palace already made you feel like a bug caught in a jar, eyes constantly scrutinizing your every move… every word. A personal knight would only make that worse, a shadow to follow you for every moment of every day.

“He has already been selected, so save your arguments.” Your eyebrows lifted, hands folded primly in your lap as you waited for your father to continue. The high-backed seat you were in was uncomfortable, arm rests digging into the plush of your things as you crossed your legs at the ankle.

He stopped at his desk and leaned forward to rest his palms on it. There was a moment of contemplation, his lips pursing like he was going to speak. You watched him look up at the large double doors across the room.

“You may enter,” your father called.

The heavy door creaked as it opened, your whole body twisted so you could get a proper view of who entered. The height of his shoulder against the door told you the knight was massive before he even stepped inside fully. The armor looked new, shiny and polished and dent-free—likely freshly gifted from the king himself.

Then rather than a face, a mask with two crude holes cut for eyes in the black fabric came into view above his bulk. Your heart started to race, your gaze meeting Ser Kilgore’s for a brief moment as he clasped his hands behind him and looked down at the stone floor.

“Ser Kilgore has already taken the oath to be your sworn protector,” your father said as you stood. The top of your head hardly reached Ser Kilgore’s shoulder, your eyes widening as you turned to face him.

He had not seemed so massive from the stands at the tourney.

“He will be with you from sun up to sun down until the king deems it safe enough for him to be dismissed.” You still balked at the knight, wondering if he had volunteered or been chosen. Of all the men in the kingdom, your father and the king had selected him. You brought the stuffed bear with you from home, it sat on the window sill in your chambers.

You remembered yourself after a beat of silence. “Thank you, Ser,” you breathed, curtsying even though he was not looking at you.

He let out a grunt of acknowledgement, still as silent as he was at the tourney. You wondered what his voice sounded like as he picked his head up. His blue eyes were piercing, crisp like a stream in winter. You felt pinned in place by his stare, swallowing thickly before averting your own eyes.

Your father shifting some papers on his desk reminded you of his presence.

“Was there anything else you wanted to discuss?” you asked your father, looking at him over your shoulder. He dismissed you with a shake of his head and a wave of his hand, turning his attention to the thick ledgers on his writing desk.

Ser Kilgore opened the door for you, following you into the hall at a few paces behind.

You had no idea what to do with the shadow that loomed over you all day. Ser Kilgore lingered at the edges of rooms and just outside doorways, silent and stoic. He never removed the covering over his face, never spoke. He only observed.

It made you realize just how boring your days were. You spent time with the other noble ladies at court—mostly the daughters of lords and the younger princesses—embroidering and having tea in the garden and gossiping with thinly veiled turns of speech.

Nothing you did warranted his constant protection, that was certain.

Part of you wanted to force him to speak to you–wanted to demand that he answer your questions. He conversed with no one, only nodding or shaking his head with other knights when they stood shoulder to shoulder.

Perhaps he lost his voice in an accident, you imagined gruesome images of Ser Kilgore surviving getting his throat slashed and vocal cords cut. You heard a story of a knight who had his throat crushed by a horse and still lived—could that be your knight?

Your knight. What an odd phrase.

His head was always covered, you had no clue what lingered beneath. But you were certainly curious.

Evening soon fell, your knight dutifully escorting you to your chambers. You walked next to him, his long stride shortened to match yours. It had taken you most of the afternoon to convince him to stop walking a few paces behind like a shadow. At least at your side you could pretend he was a companion rather than a sworn sword.

“Does this assignment bore you?” you finally asked, glancing up at him. It would bore you–watching a noble woman do nothing aside from chatter amongst other women and embroider handkerchiefs and walk the gardens all day seemed miserable.

Ser Kilgore shook his head, his light eyes cutting down to meet your questioning gaze. His eyes were the only part of him not covered: his blonde eyelashes were long and curly, his irises shining like aquamarines, the slivers of pale skin visible against the frayed fabric seemed delicate–there were a few thin edges of scars peeking around the fabric.

How desperately you wanted to pull the hood from his face and see the man underneath. You had been thinking about him ever since the tourney, fantasizing about what he sounded like, what he looked like beneath all of his armor.

You narrowed your eyes at his silent response, head cocking to one side as you inspected him. “Can you speak?” It might have been a rude thing to ask–your mother always informed you that you were far too brash for a respectable noble lady.

It never stopped you before.

He huffed softly–a laugh, you guessed. His eyes creased at the outer corners like he was smiling.

Another nod. You only ever earned yourself nods and head shakes.

“I have not seen you speak to another person all day.” It sounded accusatory rather than a simple observation. Well, you were accusing him. If he could speak, why would he choose silence? You resisted the urge to cross your arms over your chest like a petulant child.

Ser Kilgore shrugged his broad shoulders, still smiling beneath the mask.

You could scream with your frustration.

“Considering that we will be spending the majority of our time together from now on, I would appreciate it if you at least tried to speak with me,” you said, sounding more entitled than you intended to. “Existing in this castle is lonely—I never know who is truly my friend or friend or is simply trying to spy on my family—I would like to have someone to trust.”

Ser Kilgore looked at you for longer this time, head tilted down to take you in properly. You still followed the maze of hallways to your chambers, each one the same: braziers lining the walls and illuminating the tapestries and paintings hung up, sometimes there was the odd statue. The polished stone floor echoed your footsteps, the hallway otherwise quiet.

He did not shake his head in either direction: no affirmation or denial of your statement. Just a curious gaze taking in your expressions.

He stopped outside the polished wooden doors leading to your chambers, settling with his arms behind his back as he nodded for you to enter. His armor rattled a bit as he moved, the chainmail on his arms catching the light of the braziers lining the walls and throwing shadows across the stone.

“Goodnight, Ser Kilgore,” you finally huffed, slipping between him and the door. You knew you were being petulant like a child that did not get her way. You pouted anyways, lips pulling into a sort of frown.

The door was heavy to pull open, forcing you to put your whole weight into it. Ser Kilgore reached over you, a hand curling around the side of the door and opening it for you.

“Goodnight, my lady,” he responded, surprising you with his deep, accented tone. He sounded like he was from one of the eastern territories. Each vowel was clipped, consonants harsh. “If we are to be friends, call me König.”

You gaped at the sudden sound of his voice, stuck halfway inside the doorway. It was simple enough to tell that he was smiling that time, mirth shining in his eyes as he looked down at you.

A million questions to ask him flooded your mind. It felt like you had to keep him talking now that he spoke, part of you worrying that this opportunity would not occur again. You wanted to ask him why he picked you at the tourney—it had bothered you for months.

“My lady, we have already started heating water for your bath,” your maid Agatha said, drawing your attention. You glanced away from him for a moment, seeing her filling a wooden tub near the hearth with pails of water.

König nodded for you to go in, surveying the slice of the room he could see from the partially open door. The stuffed bear he gave you was visible, set atop a book on the window sill. He stared at it for a moment before redirecting his gaze back to you. You hesitated another moment before taking a step from where you had been rooted moments before.

“Goodnight, König,” you amended, earning a huff of laughter and a nod of acknowledgment as he allowed the door to swing closed behind you.

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king of the joust

knight!könig x plussize!fem!reader

part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6

you go to a tourney, a knight you’ve never seen before wants your favor

an: this could become a series—not sure, just wanted to write this. inspired by a drawing of könig by @whocaresabouttactical that i just could not get out of my head (your work is amazing btw).

tw: fem reader, plus size reader

word count: 1.8k

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Tourney days were the worst of all.

It always devolved into madness–your mother devoted to getting your sister prepared enough to catch a knight’s eye. You primped and pinched and cinched all morning, stuffing her into a dress she could hardly breathe in and pulling the corset strings tight.

You were dressed similarly, your gown far less expensive and hair left loose around your face rather than the intricate braided style she wore. It was not worth it to spend the time on your attire. Your sister was older by a year and the prettier of the two of you, securing a marriage swiftly was becoming one of the most important things in her life.

You were welcomed with the other noble families beneath the tented area of the stands, your parents headed toward the back to greet your brothers and their wives as you milled near the front railing with your sister. She was staring dreamily at the arena.

The knights were already out, walking with their horses and talking with their squires.

“Do any catch your eye?” you asked, watching your sister’s gaze flicker over the armored men below. Some had their helmets off, casting charming smiles into the stands of onlookers. You could hear young ladies giggling around you.

“Maybe Ser Garrick,” she said after a few moments of contemplation. You followed her stare, seeing him speaking to another knight with his helm still on, the face of it shaped like a skull.

He was handsome, you couldn’t deny that. If anything, you were surprised he was a knight. He looked as though he had never seen a day of battle, his skin smooth and clear, no lines of worry etched into his face to match those of his companions.

You hummed, nodding. “He certainly is pretty,” you murmured with a giggle. Your sister rolled her eyes, embarrassed as she shyly agreed.

You could see it, the two of them married with an estate and children of their own. Rumors of Ser Garrick promised that he was kind, if not a bit vain. But your sister was vain, too—it would be perfect.

You both had favors: your sister kept running her fingers over the crimson scarf she’d brought with her while you twisted your woven laurel of leaves and flowers and ribbon over your wrist. You knew someone would ask for your sister’s favor—she was so beautiful that men would pine for her even if she were common born.

It would not be a stretch to assume that you would be bringing your favor home with you. You were of marrying age, but destined to be a spinster. It was your nature to let your sister shine, often lingering along the edges of the room or in her shadow.

The horns signaling the tourney was about to start pulled you from your reverie as your sister yanked you into the seat next to hers. Right in the front.

While you hated tourney days, jousting sent a thrill through you like no other—you often were halfway out of your seat, peering over the railing as you watched the knights. The horses were huge and sleek, their muscles rippling beneath their coats as they charged. The splitting sound of lances on shields echoes through the arena filled you with adrenaline as though you competed amongst them.

The knights trotted just below the stands, calling up to girls between bouts and earning favors. Your sister practically fainted when Ser Garrick shouted up to her, his lance resting on the railing in front of you. You had to shove her forward.

“My sister was telling me that you look rather gallant this morning, Ser Garrick,” you said, smiling sweetly at her as you nudged her with your elbow. The mortification was clear in her expression before she tweaked it into a smile as she nodded primly.

Ser Garrick laughed, the sound clear and deep. “Well, I would be pleased to have your sister’s favor if she is offering it,” he said, gaze focused on her.

You bumped her again, finally snapping her out of her shock. She smiled demurely, producing the scarf she had tied into a circle. The fabric was wispy and light, the baby pink contrasting with his black and red lance as she looped it over the end and let it slide down to the pommel. “I wish you luck,” she said, batting her eyelashes prettily at the knight.

“I thank you, my lady,” he called back up to both of you, smiling at your sister and nodding to you before bringing the visor of his helmet down and going to take his place.

You fell back to your seat with your sister, her hand wrapped around your arm as she squealed. Her excitement was plain to read, the grin on her face and the sparkle in her gaze said more than enough as she pitched into you. Her laugh was absorbed in your shoulder as you chuckled.

You never doubted that he would gaze at her.

Ser Garrick jousted admirably, defeating his opponent in just a few bouts. You could not be bothered to know who it was, only that his armor was dented as he was cleared away with his horse in tow.

The rest of the morning blended into listening to your sister blather on about Ser Garrick and the crack of lances on shields and breastplates. It was easy to stop listening, making soft sounds of agreement and occasional nods of understanding as you twisted your favor around in your grip. You knew if you listened you would only feel jealous.

Your thoughts wandered, pondering the way the bodice of your dress cinched in your soft stomach, the sleeves of your gown loose until they gathered at your wrists to cover the gentle slope of your shoulders and the extra flesh on your upper arms. You rested your chin on your hand, trying to subtly pull back the softness of your jaw. There was no hiding that you did not look like your waif of an older sister.

You knew that. The difference between you two was easy to feel, to understand. The way eyes glazed and shifted over you as though you were not there, as though you did not deserve to be there. The whispers of your parents discussing arranging a marriage with one of your father’s friends haunted you. But lords and knights and even common boys looked right past you regardless of your noble blood.

“Sister.” The sharpness of her tone brought you out of your spiral of self-pity. She was staring at you, eyes wide.

“Yes?” you asked, blinking a few times as you sat up in your seat.

There was a lance resting on the railing.

“I think he means to get your attention.”

Your brow furrowed, the words took a few moments to make sense before you stood. You placed your hands on the polished wood, carefully peering over.

The knight below was one you had never seen before. He was huge, limbs thick with muscle beneath his dark armor. The warhorse beneath him was large to accommodate him, dwarfing the other horses and squires. He wore no helm, holding it on his thigh as his other hand steadied the lance. But you still did not see his face, a black cloth with two circles cut for the eyes covering his head.

Like an executioner.

“You wished to see me, Ser…” you trailed off, waiting for an introduction.

His blue eyes simply crinkled at the corners like he was smiling beneath the shroud, he nodded. Then his hand left his helm carefully balanced on his leg, retrieving something from near his stirrup.

In a flash it was tossed up to you, harmlessly glancing off your arm. Your sister practically dove to retrieve the object, showing you a stuffed bear with a perplexed look on her face. It was small, but crafted nicely. There were two little X stitches for the eyes, no mouth or other features stitched onto the soft fabric.

Your brow furrowed as you reached out for it, turning the bear in your hands with care. It was sweet.

The knight was watching you carefully, seemingly waiting for your reaction. You could feel your cheeks warming, a threat smile made the corner of your lip twitch. You had never received a gift from a man that was not a member of your family.

Your sister cleared her throat. You were taking too long.

“Well, I suppose a favor for a favor is in order,” you said, loud enough for the knight to hear you below.

His eyes crinkled at the corners again. Another nod.

You took your favor of weaved flowers and grasses and ribbons scraps, pressing a kiss to the leaves before looping it over the edge of his lance and watching it fall toward him. The colors of the foliage matched the forest green spiral painted on the wood.

“I wish you luck,” you said, clutching the bear in one hand as you leaned over the railing.

He was looking at the favor, running his gloved fingers touching the ribbons and caressing the flower petals. Then his attention was returned to you, he tapped the lance against the railing one, two, three times.

It felt like a thanks.

You watched him settle his helmet over his head before returning to your seat. The shocked expression on your face was mirrored by your sister, the two of you staring at the small stuffed bear in your hands.

A gift from a knight was unheard of at a tourney. Maybe a gift would suit a marriage proposal, or an attempt at courting. But not a simple tourney day.

And not from a knight you had never even seen before.

The smash of a lance against a shield made you look up, watching the knight’s opponent go crashing off his horse. And it continued. Every competitor that faced him ended up bested, sprawling across the dirt.

One pulled his sword, the mystery knight sliding off his horse to meet the challenge. He was taller than you anticipated, standing a full head over his opponent as he drew the sword from his hip. It was hardly a contest, the smaller man made to yield after being quickly disarmed and a blade at his throat.

It was only at the end of the day you learned his name. Ser Kilgore—it was announced proudly across the arena in light of his victory. Whispers calling him “King of the Joust” carried as you found your parents and prepared to leave.

You kept looking over shoulders and heads in the crowd, standing on your tiptoes to try to get a glimpse of Ser Kilgore. The fluttering at the pit of your stomach already told you all you needed to know—you wanted to see him again.

It was only in the carriage back to your estate that you noticed the stitching on the leg of the bear, black and a bit clumsy.

KÖNIG.

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"Chaos Was Her Name" Chapter 4

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three

Pairing- Konig x reader *call sign (phantom)*

Summary- König has been going to therapy for his depression and self isolation. That lands him in the therapists office when one mission goes wrong. But his whole world is gonna be turned upside down. Recently joining the 141 Task Force he keeps to himself. But things are gonna change.

TW-Mentions Blood, Death, Unprotected P in V Sex, Size Kink, Fluff, Pining, Some Angst, Lack of Sleep, Comforting, Praising Kink. Obsessive! König!

I did use Google Translate feel free to correct me.

A/N-I do not claim credit for the artwork. I do try to credit the source. I do apologize in advance if I offended anyone. I will do my best in the future to try to look up the names of the artists and credit them. Artwork Credit to@ave661

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Previously in Chapter Three

The firefight that left her wounded and with a bruised ego. Phantom thought about the last thing she witnessed. Krueger wounded while being dragged away to a van. That image of him being dragged away was a painful memory for her. Sitting in the white, room looking at her feet and bandages. Thinking and planning on how to find him. "Krueger" Failure isn't an option to him.

While Phantom is fighting her inner demons. Thinking about Krueger and how to find him and to bring him back.

König smiling under his mask. Licking the blood from his wound on his face. Slowly little by little he was forgetting about his obsession from before. Slowly the image of Sergeant Sarah Smith becoming a distant memory. Speaking her name didn't have the effect it had over him before. This creature, this phantom of his is slowly taking over his mind.

It's been four days since the botched mission. Phantom sat in the infirmary with her thoughts running wild of Krueger. The TF were hard at work looking into their contacts to see if anyone knew anything about the kidnapping. While everyone was hard at work, König had left the infirmary earlier. Aksel sighed heavily with so much stress on him and his team he worked up the strength to visit the infirmary. With a heavy sigh paused before knocking on Phantom room door.

"Phantom"

"Phantom, it’s me Aksel can we talk."

Waiting in front of the door he was met with only silence. Reaching for the sliver doorknob. The sound of the door opening was silent. Aksel walked into her room. There she sat on the window sill watching the recruits train.

"Why are we still here? We should be looking for him Aksel?"

"Phantom, we need the TF help on locating him. We can't afford to go in blindly looking for him. I know he means a lot to you just as he does to me."

"Krueger wouldn't sit around here waiting he would be searching! If it was me that was missing!"

"Phantom please sit down."

Walking over to her she jumped down from the window sill hands in her messy hair she paced back and forth.

Breathing heavily she sighed holding her side where her stitches ached.

"Phantom, please sit down. You're gonna rip a stitch."

"Sit Down!"

Immediately stopping in her tracks she looked up to his gaze with a scrowl she scoffed at his response. Leaning towards the window she squeezed her eyes shut holding her side.

Feeling a warm spot on her side she inhaled deeply. Holding her side she pulled herself up on the window sill.

"We'll find him Phantom."

"How's your stitches?'

"Fine!"

"I know when you're lying."

Scoffing at his response she looked away.

Walking over to her bed Aksel picked up the remote pressing the green button her nurse.

Sitting in silence she continued watching the recruits training.

Little did she know that Konig had other plans on watching her from the training grounds. The way the cold breeze brushed the stray hairs from her face.

"Phantom close the window you're gonna catch a cold if you stay there."

Stepping down from the window sill. Closing the window she looked down to the field only to be met with Konig staring back at her.

He waved to her with a grin hidden under his hood. Turning away she scoffed at him.

Aksel chuckled softly at her reaction.

"No disrespect Aksel but I don't like him."

"I know you don't. But why is that?"

"It's just the creepy vibes I get from him. He is a fucking giant compared to everyone here."

"I don't trust him either."

Scoffing silently, biting on her tongue she swallowed her venom thickly.

"Phantom I'm not telling you to be friends with him but to work with him while we are here."

"I will try, I will try. Aksel im not making any promises with this arrangement, I'm not training with him."

"About that?"

"No Fucking Way Aksel!!!""FUCK THAT AKSEL!!!!!!"

"I CAN HANDLE MYSELF, LET ME TRAIN WITH ANYONE BUT HIM."

"No can do my dear it's been decided. I will let him know after this. I thought I should let you know first."

“This is fucking bullshit!”

“Phantom!”

The sounds of a faint knock is heard. Aksel looks over to her she sighs and looks to him with a scowl.

Pointing to him she bites on her tongue swallowing her venom.

“Fine!”

“It’s settled.”

Walking over to the door Aksel steps out of the room, sighing softly rethinking his decision. But lets go of the thought. Watching the nurse walk past him he holds the door open for her while she's pushing in her cart.

“May I?”

The meek small frail nurse shuffles pass Aksel making her way over to Phantom.

“Yeah…”

Taking a seat on her bed she lifts her arm allowing the nurse to change her bandages and check on her stitches.

Staring at the ground she thinks about her relationship with Krueger.

Meanwhile Aksel walks out of the infirmary. Walking to the double doors that led to the training grounds he stopped in front of the door.

Taking a deep breathe he exhaled loudly rubbing his eyes he knew this plan of pairing up his best friend with Phantom was a bad idea but they had to learn how to work together.

Aksel walked out breathing in the cold air he walked over to König.

“König”

Aksel walked up beside him pulling out a cigarette. He took a long drag of his cigarette exhale looking down. Looking across the training grounds he exhales loudly, while looking down at his lit cigarette he flicks it to the cold breeze. Before speaking he bit his bottom lip, taking another drag.

“Ja”

“We need to talk.”

Taking another drag of his cigarette. He flicks the embers to the snow still looking across the field.

"We're gonna be stationed here for some time. Your Captain has agreed to help us search for Krueger. We need all the help we can get locating him and bringing him back."

"With that said my brother. I paired you with Phantom to train with her. Phantom always trained with Krueger with your back ground of training as an insertion specialist training. You're the guy for the job with training with her."

"She hospitalized 5 guys two months ago during training."

"With you I know you can train with her and to consider that you two need to learn how to trust one another."

Holding the cigarette butt between his calloused fingers he gently flicked the cigarette allowing the orange red embers fall to the snow.

"How's your nose healing?"

Aksel looked over to Konig.

"Good, she packs one hell of a punch."

Lifting his hood up slightly revealing his chin, touching his nose gently. Brushing his black and green tactical gloves over his taped nose. Tracing the bridge of his nose he felt the slight tenderness of the bruise.

Meanwhile

"(Y/N), Hello"

Snapping back to her reality she looked up from staring at the ground. With a fake smile she shook her head.

"Sign here and here. You're all set."

"Thanks"

"Remember come back if you feel any irritation, redness or soreness around or on your stitches. Remember to take your antibiotics. But come back in about two weeks. Hopefully your stitches will be dissolved. No training till Doctors Matthews gives you an all clear. For the time being you're on light duty."

Nodding to the nurse, (y/n) picked up her belongings she walked back to her room.

The walk back to her room was a long one. The amount of stares she received from everyone was enough for one day. Unlocking her door she walked into her bare room. Setting down her things she sighed looking down to the ground looking at her calloused fingers. Biting back her tears she silently sobbed into the palms of her hands. Remember the day Krueger saved her.

Flashback

The sounds of the raging storm outside. The sounds of men chanting outside her door. Sitting with her hands bounded to the chair behind her.

Slightly moving her wrist feeling the raw rope dig into her wrist.

Looking around the room her swollen eyes and cheeks stinging from where they rubbed salt into her wounds.

"hey...hh.....please answer me......please"

her voice cracked, tears falling on her dirt, blood covered face. She looked desperately waiting the guy across from her to move.

"is this how I'm gonna die."

Looking around the room her breathing had become ragged. Wheezing and gasping for air she looked up at the single light bulb that hung from the ceiling. Closing her eyes, she exhaled silently. Accepting her fate she decided to let go. Falling asleep was a lot easier than trying to fight to keep her eyes open.

"I didn't break Aksel I promise"

"forgive me Krueger"

"don't think of me being weak. I fought till the very end, but death has a hold on me now."

Looking around the room once more, breathing in slowly feeling her ribs strain with excruciating pain that coursed through her chest and stomach. Feeling her heart beat in her ears. Closing her eyes swallowing thickly. A small tear escaped her eyes.

"I promise I didn't break"

"I promise"

Sitting in the chair she slumped over. Blood fell from her cracked lips onto her lap. As the seconds passed her heart started to slowly beat. Exhaling her last breath. Lost in a dream she thought of Aksel and Krueger.

"Kruger come in"

"Fuck Hell, Where Is He!"

Aksel crouched down behind the stone walls. Surveying the area he saw bodies littering the ground. Throats slit, multiple stab wounds on the abdomens of the soldiers. Drawing his rifle he treaded carefully through the carnage. Aksel and his team walking past puddles of blood. The sounds of men pleading for their lives could be heard in the distance. Weapons drawn ready for anything. But all was met with complete silence.

"Fuck!"

"Zero, Horangi, Fender hold this position"

Aksel carefully maneuvered his way through the carnage that was left behind by Krueger.

Walking to the abandoned house he pushed open the door revealing Krueger crouched down doing chest compressions.

"eins, zwei, drei, vier, fünf, verlass mich jetzt nicht. Du musst aufwachen."

Lowering his rifle his heart dropped. Seeing the rope frayed beside Krueger as he worked on Phantom. Reaching for his radio he held back his tears, trying not to stutter he cleared his throat to speak.

"Sandman this is Aksel do you copy"

"10-4 go ahead"

"I need medivac I repeat I need medic"

"Affirmative Aksel"

Sounds of men talking were in a distance but the more she heard the voices she started move her fingers. The smell of blood and dirt filled her senses. The pain from her wounds burned. Taking a deep breath hurt her ribs and lungs. The last bit of strength she opened her swollen eyes looking at the person that hovered over her she saw Krueger's veil brushing her face.

"k....rueger"

"shhhh....phantom shhhhh stay with me. I'm here now."

"stay with me"

"you're safe now"

Licking her cracked lips she tried to sit up but Krueger placed his hands on her chest.

"stay there."

Krueger scooped her up holding her tightly she grasped his vest pockets. Leaning her head against his chest his heartbeat brought her back from the brink of death.

The sounds of someone knocking on her door tears her away from the painfully memory.

Wiping her eyes, looking up to the ceiling she sighs softly. Wiping her nose with her sleeves. Her voice crackled but with angry tone. Standing up slowly chewing her inner cheek she wanted to be alone.

"What!"

"Aksel if it's you, no disrespect but fuck off I'm in no mood to deal with your orders."

"Leave me alone"

"I don't want to work with Paul Bunyan"

Reaching for the doorknob she waited for an answer. Exhaling loudly she straighten her posture. Swallowing thickly she opened the door only to be met with him.

"The fuck do you want? You know what I'm not in the mood for this, I'm exhausted."

König stood there silently. He loved the height difference the way she had to look up to him. This gave him a rush, seeing her slightly bruised face. This made his blood rush to his rather large pulsating extremities.

"Dinner is 10."

She was stunned at his response. Before she could say anything König walked away leaving her in disbelief.

König made his way back to his room.

Closing the door behind him he pulled his mask off. Walking to the bathroom he started to undress. Letting his belt drop onto his bed. Taking his boot off, unbuckling his pants pulling his shirt off he made his way to his private bathroom.

Looking in the mirror he stared at himself for awhile, tracing the scars that littered his face to his chest and shoulders. Gently he caressed his nose feeling the tape on his nose he groaned in pain.

He walked over to the shower turning on the faucet turning the knob he pulled his boxers off. Stepping into the warm water his thoughts ran wild.

"Fuck"

König leaned against the walls of the shower. His mind racing on the thoughts of Sergeant Sarah. The way she looked the she was mad but those emotions for her were fading all too quickly. The way phantom looked at him when she was so angry with him. The way her lip look so soft and plump. The way her teeth grazed her lips when she tries to focus into her scope. Just the way she licks her lips was enough to send him over the edge.

Feeling the hot water caressing his worn torn body. His muscles ached but that feeling wasn't what hurt him the most. His mind was so flooded with her. Phantom, (y/n) the way she stood up against him. The feeling of her jabbing her finger into his chest was all he needed to calm his already shaking quivering love hungry body.

His calloused finger running over his solid stomach, up his chest. Feeling the small and large scars that littered his body. Running his hands up his neck he looked up closing his eyes biting his lip. His mind already creeping back to the imagines of her. The way she smiled, her small delicate hands on her rather large rifle. Her small groans she makes when she's sleeping. But his interest were more on the way she would sound if he was the one to make her squeal and gasp his name.

Lost in thought feeling his thighs tighten up, reaching down to his pulsating shaft that part of him needed release now. Flicking the tip caused his to moan in pure bliss.

But the lingering taste of her mint chapstick on his lips relished there. On the counter in his bathroom rolled her mint flavored chapstick. On his bed laid her black panties from the earlier deployment when they had just first met.

Those simply trophies were enough to hold him off just enough.

For Now...

[nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105]

The Masked King and The Shield Maiden

Medieval Setting, Medieval Konig

Royal!Fem!AU x Royal!Konig

Chapter One.. Chapter Two..

Slow Burn, Will Label Each Chapter.

TW: Mentions Death, Angsty

There references used in this from Skyrim as well. Also links to the original creators of the art used.

Taglist- @yuetakeda45

credit info link to gif Previously in Chapter One- King Sargon has sent letter to the King with no Face with a marriage proposal. To his surprise the King has accepted. While away from his family and his subjects his lovely daughter Arwen accompanies her father in battle. With a heavy heart she doesn't want to return home to face the harsh realities of an arranged marriage. Arwen and her four sisters lives were gonna be changed forever. Maybe for the better or worse. But will the marriages work out. King Sargon held a deep secret to himself. As all of daughters were born of human flesh, they all hold the same curse or blessing as their father.

credit to gif

Looking at the letter König held the letter near his heart. The smell of the letter had bright back so many forgotten memories of his childhood and his beloved mother.

Those memories flooded his mind remembering when she would take König to the flower fields when he was a child. Seeing his mother last smile made his heart break. The last memory of his mother was on her deathbed when he had turned 17. His mother was his guardian angel, advisor. He only had his mother, since his father died a warriors death. He was only 10 when his father was killed in battle. Leading his men into battle he fought valiantly against the wild men of the Thicket forest they founded their alliance with the orcs of the north. With their alliance they were unstoppable pillaging and slaughtering so many innocents. With his father’s last fight in him he led small siege to battle. With all the odds against him he conquered the enemy. Pushing the rather large armies back he saved thousands of lives. In return he gave his life protecting his family, his kingdom and his subjects.

König father men had carried his body back to his wife and son who were waiting at home for him. Carrying him with honor he was brought back to be cleaned and taken to his final resting grounds. König remember that day vividly. The way his mother collapsed to her knees. The tears that fell from her eyes the whimpers and screams that torn through the home they had build together. She couldn’t comprehend the grief and loss of her beloved husband, König’s father. König watched his father men take him away to be prepared for burial. His father’s right hand man had his son with him. Lord Sakai had kneeled down beside König he sigh softly patting his shoulder softly before he could speak he paused for a moment. Lord Sakai son, Horangi stood beside his father.

“Lord König, please come with us. Let us help with the burial of your father.”

Horangi father gently guided König to the nearby flower fields. They gather flowers together taking their time Horangi stayed by König side. They did not speak to one another but as they looked to one another it was a silent exchange.

König stayed silent as they went to the see his mother. Holding the flowers in his hands he stood in silence. His father had been bathed, dressed in his silk and beautiful robes. His mother kissed his father’s hands. She carefully pulled his father’s ring off his hand. Holding near her heart she sob uncontrollably. Kneeling down to König she placed the ring into his hands. The ring his father wore.

A family heirloom.

König watched his mother be ushered away by her ladies in waiting.

As the burial site was freshly dug up his father’s men carefully carried him to the tomb of his forefathers. Inside the tomb there waited a few church members. König watched his father be taken away. He stayed in place not moving nor saying a word. He just watched them. Lord Sakai his father’s right hand man stood beside König. Patting his back he said something in his native tongue. Horangi stood beside König taking the flowers from his hands gently. Horangi placed the flowers on the ground where the entrance of the tomb stood.

König silently shedded tears as the tomb was officially sealed closed. He ran to the sealed doors banging on them pleading to see his father again. Lord Sakai ran over kneeling down to young König he gave him a hug. Feeling König little fist hit his chest and his kicks in his stomach. The cries of his best friend child was a harsh reality and a reminder of the dangers of war.

“Lord König look at me. Look at me. Your father was a brave man. But I promised your father if anything happened to him I would look after you and prepare you to take the throne.”

Lord Sakai hail from the Korean Dynasty that was doing trading with König’s father. König father Lord Heinrich was a broad shoulder man he had the strength of five men. He was considered to be the bear of his village before becoming a Lord. As the years passed from König’s father death his mother watched in awe as her sweet boy her son was becoming a man. As he grew he was in every way just like his father Heinrich. His father had the strength of five men, so did König at a very young age. He showed exceptional strength and his ability to carry, handle a sword, battle axes. His training for hand to hand combat was all overseen by his father’s best friend Lord Sakai.

As König turned 17 his mother became very ill. She stopped walking through their home and caring for her garden. Konig finished up his training walking back to his mother’s chambers he walked in silently. Wanting to not disturb his mother he crept to her bedside. His mother laid in bed as the sun was setting. She smiled with her eyes closed and laughed softly.

“My son you’re gonna have to be more sneaky like a thief in the night. I heard you walk in before I laid my eyes on you.”

König smiled to his mother, giving her a kiss on her forehead. Smiling to her son she pulled him in for a hug. She pulled herself up in bed struggling to open her eyes rubbing her eyes gentle she was able to open them. Slowly she blinked a few times. Her once beautiful hazel green eyes had become so clouded that she became blind. Her cloudy eyes reminded König of the spring rains that were gonna fall in a few months from now.

Holding her hand she kissed his now calloused and bruised hands. Caressing his hands in her soft hands she started to cry reaching out to him. Feeling his face she noticed a scar on his cheek. Frowning to him he looked down to the ground.

“König don’t be sad when I’m gone. Please my son.”

“You are my sweet angel, my miracle child.”

Caressing her son’s hands she looked to the window. Listening to the winds blow into her room a few tears welled up in her eyes.

“My sweet bear go get your mother some fairy flowers. Please I want to hold and smell them again.”

Listening to König run out of the chambers she sighed. Blinking her eyes a few times wiping the tears off her cheeks her stifled sobs muffled under her hands. She laid down looking out the window whispering to the winds she prayed her last wishes into the winds.

“Heinrich, I’m ready. Our sweet boy will be okay he’s a strong man just like his father. One day he will meet a girl who will adore him in every possible way and form.”

Taking her last breath she smiled facing the window, closing her cloudy eyes. A few servants entered the room rushing to the queens bedside they screamed in horror. Lord Sakai entered the room looking over her majesty’s body. She had left this plane of existence leaving behind her 17 year son. Back in the meadows König rode his stallion to the meadows where his mother’s favorite flowers grew.

Picking as many as he could he tossed in a few baby’s breathe for a large bouquet. Riding back to the castle he saw everyone from the village to the servants all around the castles entrance. In disbelief he rode fast over the draw bridge. Jumping off his stallion running past everyone up the stairs to his mother’s chambers. Running in he held the bouquet of flowers, dropping them he ran to his mother’s bed. Lifting his mother in his arms he sob into her chest. His muffled voice and screams echoed into the chambers.

Lord Sakai and his son Horangi watched Konig holding his mother. Konig had lost his father now his mother. Horangi picked up the flowers holding them Lord Sakai gently patted König’s shoulder.

“Your majesty, we need to prepare your mother for burial. She will be laid to rest next to your father.”

Konig laid his mother back down on the bed. Taking the stray hairs off her face. Caressing her face gently leaning down to her forehead he placed a light kiss to her face. Taking the linen sheets covering her gently. Turning away from her he walked to her wardrobe. Looking through her dresses. All beautifully made he sifted through all her clothes. Finally finding the one dress she wore when they would venture to the meadows. Looking over dress he noticed a few imperfections holding the dress he laid it down beside her.

“Lord Sakai…..make sure my mother is buried in this. No need to mend her dress. She loved the small imperfections on this. She always said our scars and the small tears in our hearts and clothes have a story to tell and they hold memories.”

Sitting down in the corner glancing out the window with tears in his eyes. He couldn’t bring himself to look at the women of his mother’s court take her away. Lord Sakai picked up the dress handing it to the servants. König stood up looking out the window he wiped his eyes. Walking back to his chambers he closed the doors behind himself. Pacing his chambers he found a black scarf. Taking the scarf in hand he stitched it up creating his black cowl. Covering his face he weeped into his mask. Covering his face he muffled his sobs into it. For in this moment he was truly alone. His father died in battle and his mother lost her war to her sickness. None of the healers in the region could heal her.

Deep down König didn’t know what the future held for him and his gifts. A soft knock on the door pulled König from his thoughts and his grieving.

“What!”

“Your Majesty König its Lord Sakai.”

“Come in”

“Lord Sakai you’re my trusted advisor and in a a way like family to me. You’re like the father I never had. You trained me till my hands and feet bled. Treating my wounds but training me brute force and strength to be better. But to be better than my father Heinrich”

Sighing softly he looks away looking ahead of him. Clasping his hands together he stand up straight walking over to Lord Sakai.

“Erase everyone’s memory of my face. Everyone last one of my subjects and servants. The only people who will have seen the real me will be my mother and father. Lord Sakai please do this for me.”

“My father was always away. War never changed a thing in his heart. He never truly loved my mother.”

“The memory of my mother’s vision of her sweet delicate boy are dead along with her. All that remains is me.”

Walking out of his chambers he pull down his black cowl over his face. The sounds of his boots hitting the floor echoed as he made his way outside. Looking ahead he saw where the tomb was being opened again. Stepping forward through the crowd that had gathered with offering they all bowed to Lord König. The young prince with no face.

Lord Sakai had erased everyone’s memories of Lord König’s face. He stepped outside looking to König as he made his way to the family tomb.

Horangi stepped beside his father.

“Father, what is gonna happen now?”

“My son, we will continue to serve his family and his offspring as we step forward into the future. He is a strong man, he has his abilities to tame. But in time he will be King, for now he is grieving."

König walked past everyone as they all had stared at him as he made his way down the stairs into the crypt that held his forefathers, now his father and mother being laid to rest there. Watching the pallbearers lay his mother down in her bed he watched as they wrapped her up and seal her away into her tomb.

Konig continued to train day after day. Hands and feet bleeding but he wanted to be better than his father. When the proposals from the surrounding kingdoms started sending letters. He tossed aside many of the letters. As he strolled through his mother’s garden he heard a few servants gossiping about a King who has the abilities to change shape shift at will.

Quietly he left the garden to send someone to investigate his claim on this Kingdom. As the days pass so did more letters pour into his study. Many of these Kingdoms offering up their daughters with many gifts. But he finished them all sitting in silence that when the letter with the red seal caught his attention. Buried under all their other letters he grab it opening it. Indeed it was the Kingdom he wanted to see if they would write to him. To his surprise there were indeed five daughters of age to be married. The scent of that letter made him think about his mother and his childhood, but the day he decided to hide his face away.

Present Day (back on the battlefield)

Her father had seen the storm coming in the direction Sir Johny pointed out that Sir Ghost had left on.

King Sargon waited but grew impatient for the return of his daughter and his righthand man, he walked around the camp. Looking around admiring the beauty of the winter and the snow covered trees. Sighing softly Sargon coughed again this time falling to his knees. Looking up to the skies he cursed the gods who were listening to him.

“My beautiful daughter, my shield maiden please forgive your father. If there was another way I would take it in a heartbeat my child. By the nines please protect my daughters. My beautiful wildflowers, please forgive your father.”

Kneeling down with a heavy heart King Sargon stands up walking back to his tent he catches in the distance his daughter and Sir Ghost walking back.

Seeing her jump up waving to her father it makes his heart skip a beat.

“Father!”

Watching her running back to him he smiles profusely. Embracing her tightly he can’t find it in his heart to let her go.

“Father, please find it your heart to forgive me-?”

“Shhh, Arwen…my wildflower if I could protect you and your sisters I would. I have failed you as a father and protector. My illness cannot be fixed, all the best apothecaries and wizards cannot help me. If I could do it all over again I would. I have left my beautiful girls with a curse.”

King Sargon reaches into his pocket taking out his ring placing it on her finger.

Arwen looks down at her hands smiling and crying he embraces her father tightly.

“Father, you have not failed me or my sisters. I wouldn’t be a shield maiden if if wasn’t for you. And for this curse that is left with us. I will use this to my potential. Father if my time is up here I will see you at the Gates of Sovngarde.

Smiling to her father she walked with him back to his tent where they begin packing for the journey home.

[nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105]

The Masked King and The Shield Maiden.

Medieval Setting, Medieval Konig, Chapter One.. Chapter Two

Royal!Fem! OC x Royal!Konig

Summary- The year is 1551, Evening Star (December 15th)

Our Beloved King Sargon crowned 10 years ago, during his reign his beloved wife had given birth to daughter. With all the love and support from his fellow subjects. A feast was held for his daughter.

As all of his daughters became of age. King Sargon oldest daughter had taken an interest in the art of war.

King Sargon and his beloved kingdom fall into turmoil when the very safety of his people are put in danger.

credit to Gif by scarlet-and-black

Evening Star, 15th Loredas

Watching the snow fall on the battlefield we have finally won this grueling war. Watching her father in the distance cheering with his fellow Knights. This war that had raged on for so long, it is finally over, but the victory is shorted lived. In the distance her trusted friend Sir Johnny (soap) approaches with a letter addressed to her and the King. Waiting patiently Arwen trembles with fear of the contents of the letter.

Looking over the letter it has her mother red seal on it. Receiving a letter from her mother is never a good sign.

Sighing heavily she drops her shoulders, with a fake smile plastered to her dirty face she thanks Sir Johnny.

Holding the letter in her hands she makes the walk to her father who stands with his right hand man Sir Ghost.

"Father"

sighing heavily but softly her heartbeat quickens. Looking down at the ground the sounds of the bloody mud beneath her boots squelch. Biting back her tears she knows the day has finally come. The ending of the war only meant one thing for her.

6 Months Before Her father read the letter many times before yelling in the main hall throwing his chalice of wine. Arwen with her five sisters stood behind their mother. Watching their father scold obscenity's into the fire. Looking into the flames King Sargon spat into the fire looking over to his wife he sighed softly watching her for a moment he turned away walking to the balcony. Leaning over the stone walls he sighed heavily looking over his kingdom. He was angry with his wife but it was necessary for his daughters to marry. King Sargon was very protective of his daughters. In his eyes no man was good enough for his wild flowers.

Her mother's marriage proposal to another Kingdom. The infamous Masked Austrian King. Before leaving her home they received a letter regarding a marriage proposal. A proposal that would unite the two kingdoms as one. "My beautiful daughters we are to be visited by our neighboring King. The man with no face. The Austrian King.""He is coming here for a meeting in hopes of an alliance between our kingdoms. Your lovely mother here, has sent word to him about my rare beautiful daughters are of age to be wedded.""Arwen my wild flower, I cannot keep you at my side on this one. You must take a husband. Just like your mother and sisters your marriage will be arranged, but he will choose which of my wildflowers he will pluck out of this kingdom." "My beautiful wildflowers"

"Father, why must I take a husband when I'm quite capable of taking care of myself and this kingdom. I have fought many wars with you, father. I have spilt blood for this Kingdom.""I don't want to be married off like defenseless maiden. I am a shield maiden. I have proven my worth on the battlefield. No man will take away my freedom. If they so wish to make me, they will kneel before me with my blade piercing their flesh." "I cannot agree to this madness.

Walking to her father she stood tall. Waiting for an answer she laid her hand gently on his shoulder. Feeling her hand on his shoulder, tears filled his eyes. Inhaling slowly he chewed his inner cheek before speaking. Looking ahead of him he looked into the stained glass windows. Seeing his daughter's reflections made his heart break. Listening to her voice break he had to be strong. With a deep exhale he stood up straight wiping the stray tears off his cheeks he spoke loud.

"Father please." Her voice breaking with stray tears that danced on the rim of her eyes she waited for an answer.

"Arwen! My decision is final!." The sound of King Sargon voice echoed through the main hall scaring the servants. He didn't turn around to face to his daughter. He feared that looking into her eyes his heart would break into million of pieces. "Then so be it! The gods can damn me for all I care!"

Arwen stormed out of the main hall with tears in her eyes, pushing past Sir Ghost and Soap. She grabbed her bow, quiver and dagger running past all the servants she ran out to the fields. Running through the fields she ran till her legs gave out.

"This isn't fair. why should I give up my life to be wedded to a Brute of a King. To have my freedom taken from me."

Looking to the sky then the horizon she wept. Behind her she heard someone approaching. The sounds of multiple hooves galloping towards her.

"m'lady" "Princess Arwen, don't run off like that without an escort to keep you safe." "There are plenty of bandits and your father's enemies that are at bay waiting to strike.

She chuckled softly looking at her slightly calloused hands. Feeling the breeze on her face. Smiling slightly looking up to meet Sir Ghost black veil that covers his face. Wiping her face she sniffles softly, adjusting herself, she sits down comfortably on the grass. Looking to Ghost she smiles at him while he surveys the area around them.

"Sir Ghost you worry too much I can handle myself. I've seen hell before and I've narrowly escaped deaths grasp one to many times." "m'lady, your luck just might run out if you run off without an escort to keep you safe. And if may speak out of line. I know you've been to war and back but my job is to keep you and your sisters safe." "I swore an oath to your father that I will keep you safe and alive and your dignity intact for your future husband." "I relieve you of your duties Sir Ghost. For I will not be needing your services. And my dignity intact you can not speak of that okay. Being a virgin enough is embarrassing to speak of in front of my parents. But most of all you Sir Ghost.

Taking her shoe off she casted it in his direction hit the back of his head she runs off into field laughing. As she runs through the field she caresses the wildflowers and blades of grass on her fingertips. not far behind her, Sir Ghost is holding her shoe on horse back chasing her down. The sounds of his muttering is lost in the sounds of the hooves trotting on the ground.

Present Day

"A letter from mother."

Arwen calls out to her father waving the letter over her head. watching her father walk over to her, with a smirk on his face. Sighing softly she fakes a smile for her beloved father. Straightening her posture she nods to Sir Ghost and Soap to give them some privacy.

King Sargon sees his wildflower expression change immediately as she looks at the sealed letter from her mother. Exhaling loudly through his nose he tries his best to comfort his daughter.

Embracing his daughter he places his hand behind her back as they walk to his tent to open the letter together.

"Father, I uh......."

"Father why do I have marry someone I do not know......"

"Wildflower.....my daughter this is how it is done. We keep the bloodline of royalty clean. Your mother's marriage to me was arranged by her parents. I wish I could protect you from all of this but I can't. you must wed to someone that will watch over you and our kingdom when I am gone."

"I love you my wildflower. I love your mother and your sisters so much that is why I will try my best to find suitable husband for you my child."

"Please child do this for me. My wildflower, I am dying. I fear this maybe my last winter."

"Father, last winter."

"Your mother and I have talked about this for quite sometime but deep down I wish it had never come to this. The King with no face I heard rumors of him about his kingdom. From what Sir Ghost has found out about him, he has had many proposals from many neighboring holds and Kingdoms but to no avail he's declined every offer. We had hoped that he would decline our offer but he accepted it.

I was the one that had your mother write that letter to him. And with my dying wish he is to take one of you to be his wife. As long as I have a successor to usurp the throne I will know that my daughters and my wife will be safe from invaders."

Shaking her head in disbelief Arwen looks to her father with tears in her eyes. Biting back her sobs she rushes to her father side. Holding him tightly, burying her face into his shoulder she weeps.

King Sargon holds his daughter tightly. Tears rushing down his cheeks he hums softly to his daughter as she wails into her father's shoulder.

"My child look upon me please. We still haven't opened the letter."

"Please open that letter. What did mother have say while we were fighting for the kingdom."

Watching her father cut the seal, unfolding the letter she bites down on her lips.

"My child we are to make our way home. The Austrian King has arrived two days prior he waits for us to return. It says he has met your sisters but is eager to meet the oldest child that fights along side her father."

"it states that he has also will bring gifts. And dress is to be tailored for your sisters as soon as we return. We must make haste my child your mother awaits."

Standing in disbelief her father walks past her leaving her alone in the tent.

The world around her starts to crumble to pieces.

Later in the night she lies awake in her father's tent listening to him snore. The last conversation she had with him still buzzing in her mind. This was her father last dying wish, she thought over and over in her mind could she do this. Be married to a King when her heart belong to someone else.

How could she go through such a thing.

Sitting up on her bed she rubbed her tired eyes. Staring down at her feet she felt trapped.

She paced the tent back and forth thinking of her decision she decided to leave. Being married off wasn't an option for her.

With a quill in hand she wrote a letter for her father.

Kissing the letter she held it to her heart.

"Forgive me father"

Placing the letter in on his chest she grabbed her gear and supplies. Looking to her father once again, taking one last long look at him. Listening to the patrol pass her tent she sneaks out the back side of the tent to avoid Sir Ghost.

Silently slipping away into the night she runs on foot away from the camp.

But this escape doesn't go unnoticed by Sir Ghost.

Perched up in the trees he watches her escape into the woods.

Sighing heavily he shakes his head. He calls over Johnny. Heading him his gear only taking a bow and sword with him he follows Arwen on foot into the forest.

Sir Johnny watches Ghost disappear into the woods.

The next morning King Sargon wakes up to find a letter left by his daughter. Sitting in disbelief he is approached by Sir Johnny.

"My Lord, Sir Ghost has gone after her."

"Leave her be she always had a way with coming back. As a child she always had that ability to shape shift. She was born of human flesh but on her 16th birthday on full moon my beloved daughter shape shifted into a ravenous wild bear. To say the least it is my curse, By the nines my daughters carry this curse with them."

King Sargon sighs softly coughing into his handkerchief looking at the contents of the cloth he closes it, throwing it onto the flames it burns.

Deep Into The Woods

Arwen runs till she can't no more. Sighing and screaming swinging her blade about she cries to the wind. Scolding her mother's name to the winds. Sir Ghost emerges from the woods walking tall he walks over to her. Patting her shoulder gently he takes the blade from her slowly. Sheathing the blade he pats her back.

"Lady Arwen we must return."

Sir Ghost waits beside her he keeps his slience as Arwen cries and her stifled sobs come to a complete halt before she speaks she looks to the sky.

"Ghost, what do you know of this King with No Face?"

Sir Ghost sighs softly with a loud inhale he looks down to Arwen. Holding his hand out to her he gently lifts her back to her feet. Dusting her off he nod to her and they began walking back in the direction they came.

"My lady, not as much as I would like but I can find out more about him if you wish my lady. For all I know that he has the second largest Kingdom compared to your father. I know nothing of any prior marriages he has had in the past. Believe me my lady I have been with your father on countless battles in the past. The day of your training I was the one who overlooked all of your training. Sir Johnny was appointed to be the one to watch over you on the battlefield. Your Father loves you and wants only what's best for you my lady. But my lady I pledge my sword to your father. But with my blood oath I swore to your father to guard your secret and to protect you with my life. You have my word. In this life and the next. Sir Johnny and Myself will guide and protect you."

Walking back to her father's encampment Arwen looked at the trees. Sighing softly she wiped the stray tears from her eyes. Sighing with defeat Arwen looked at her hands accepting the fact her life or one of her sisters lives were gonna change forever. The sound of the snow crunching under their boots. The gray clouds in the north had already started to roll in. Looking at Sir Ghost in front of her she exhaled grabbing her cloak tightly to herself she ran to catch up to him. Walking beside him she looked ahead with a heavy heart she didn't want to return.

Back Home at her father's kingdom her mother was in the process of getting her sisters ready for the return of their father and their oldest sister.

The Austrian King had heard on the winds of the King who hid away his wildflowers. This he had to see for himself. All the letters he had received were all marriage proposals. Each of them he had read but only one had stuck out to him. The letter that had a red seal of the mighty Grizzly Bear. The letter that was hidden below all the other kingdoms. To his surprise he was a little shock to see a letter from that kingdom had made its way to him. The feel of the letter was different from the other. Upon opening the letter his senses were filled with a floral scent. The scent of flowers held in that letter. He held the letter to the sun. The paper was made with wildflowers. Small pieces of purple flowers imbedded into the paper.

[nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105]

Heyy, Will there be a sequel to “Here with Me”? The series is incredible, you have real talents, I admit that telling myself that there may not be a sequel puts me in the same state as König (broken)

Yes! There will be a next part and I’m sorry I’m leaving you on a cliff hanger. But yes I will tag you in the next part. I’m currently working on it but I keep getting distracted with work and other things.

[gremlingottoosilly]

Eat your Young (viking!Konig x fem!Reader)

You weren't afraid when the Vikings came. Your ruler pays them well, and they protect you from enemies far worse - there is nothing to worry about as you, an unmarried maiden, wander into the embrace of one of them. They are on your side. Right? Tags and CWs: Age gap, size difference, Konig is a bit obsessive and a huge perv, mentions of violence, Vikings Are Actually Kinda Nice No For Real, hand jobs, oral sex, naked man/clothed woman, slightly historically inaccurate, jokes about inbreeding Thanks to @angelbabysblog for the idea. I changed quite a lot because I was reading articled about how many of the Slavic cities were actually cool with Vikings and worked with them AO3

The Vikings are here. Your Father never allowed you to meet them before – as an unmarried girl, even if you’re already of age, it would be…scandalous. Not smart. Dumb, really – everyone knows that girls that are messing with the warrior from overseas often end up being taken away. And you couldn’t survive sea travel. The Vikings are here, but it’s not really a problem – you know that there are other countries over the sea, the countries that die and burn every time a ship is sailed in their harbors. You also know that you do not live in a country like that. That sound of Vikings approaching is a good one – that you’ll be protected from the other enemies your country has. You always stole glances, despite what your father has told you – you were a curious thing, always searching for trouble, always interested in everyone outside of your small village. You’re on the border – stuck between sea and great plains, open for any enemy if it weren’t for mercenaries who deemed this place as worthy of their camp. They live here, occupying the territory outside – even build themselves houses, despite every rumor calling them nothing more but overseas barbarians who would tear you down for a flick of a coin. 

Well, you always thought you’d have nothing to worry about – you are not made of coins, after all. The Vikings had a leader, the one that stayed in the long house just outskirts of the village – the one that would always visit the elders, discussing the payments and the spoils of war. Father always punished you if any nosy neighbor would see you sneaking out to look at the warriors – but you couldn’t care less. If you are going to end up in a marriage with a fool, you could at least steal a few looks at the real men. Not the ones from your village – they felt more like brothers than anything else. Some of them were – second, third, fourth, just diluted enough to make the babies a bit less disfigured. 

But, oh, nothing compared to the vikings. You see them when you run for the lake, far from the shore. They are clean – cleaner than sailors from Byzantine who sometimes stumbled upon the small village by the sea. You think you heard them talking about how cleanliness is a sin – and just how silly it sounded. You think you didn’t like people from this place very much – sailors were often drunk, always handsy and never spared a kind word without an insult…not that you knew their language – but you are smart enough to know that if a man is attempting to grasp your breasts while sneering something through his teeth, it won’t be a love poem. 

— What are you doing here? 

Ah. 

You were spotted. Like a fox in a hunter’s trap – you are standing in the tall water grass, looking at the man through the weeping willow branches. Maybe, if you are lucky enough, he’d think you were a mavka, trying to drown him – some men were foolish enough to fall for the act, sparing you the consequences of your curiosity. You aren’t sure if the Vikings have legends of mavkas – if they even have lakes back where they are from. All travelers are mixed in your head – desserts, great plains, barbarians who would steal your sisters if you’d been blessed with some. Sea beasts who will take you on your ship, away from your father and…ah, it doesn’t sound too bad. 

— Can’t you talk? 

His voice is rough, and accented. Younger than you thought he would be with a body like this – a seasoned warrior, ginger hair covering his muscular chest and a small trail falling down his…

Viking knows your language. Shouldn’t be surprising – they are working for the elders and your ruler, after all. They get gold from your village, they get food from your village. They get sons – you heard about at least some of the women falling pregnant to the guests overseas. No one dares to say anything against it – but the rumors are still falling. You wonder if it’s as bad as it sounds. — I can talk. 

This sounds dumb, but there is no use in hiding. Your intentions weren’t innocent – you are curious and curiosity is what leads to the devil. Or god of death. Or goddess – you are not well-versed in matters of spirit and while half of your village is still worshipping old gods while the other preaches about new, stronger ones, you wonder what kind of beliefs Vikings have. You heard their women can wield magic – and can count. And read. You would love to read, you think. — Gut. Thought I spotted a Margygr.

The word is weird. Rough. You don’t know what that is, but you certainly aren’t one. You take a step forward, not caring that your linen dress is getting drenched in water – not caring about what your father might say after. You would just tell him you wanted to go and drown since he was so adamant on marrying you off to some one-eyed half-wit quarter brother of yours. He wouldn’t be surprised – and you probably wouldn’t be missed. A whore to be, as some older women from your village would say. 

— What is that? 

He tilts his head to the side, his blue eyes looking at you. You notice a piece of cloth in his hands – something that must have been covering his face, you think. He is covered in scars and dirt, blood from some battle is getting washed away into the water of the lake. Gods, you say to yourself – you won’t even be drinking from it again. Although you promised it to yourself a few years ago already, when you spotted a dead deer lying in the water – and it’s not like you held to your promise. Better than seawater, after all. — A…drowned creature. Drowning creature. Your people are calling them… — Oh. Mavka. — Others call it mermaid. Selkie. Mermaid sounds harsh too. Rude. Other languages are rude – still, you would like to know more. Still, you would like to do anything to get out of your village. Learn to read. To write. Maybe hold a baby goat close to your chest and not have it ripped away for the nearest dinner. 

— I’m not…that. 

— I can see. 

He laughs and you steal a peak at his manhood. You should be ashamed, really – if your dear mother was alive, she’d beat you up for being so immodest. If your dear mother was alive, you wouldn’t be allowed to sneak out like that – but she isn’t, so you stare at the man who can crush your skull in one hand. You stare at the trail of ginger hair going down his waist. The muscles flexing and the scars on his hips, glossy from cold lake water. 

Hm. 

Is it supposed to be this big? 

He coughs and you peek to look at him again. Coughing isn’t good – he can be sick. Contangenous. There is a sickness coming around from sailor to sailor – you wonder if vikings have it too. You don’t want to get sick – but it would surely keep you out of marriage for a long while. Maybe, if you’re lucky enough, you could be buried like a pretty maiden. White dress and mourning relatives. That would teach them how to send you off to marry some dumb cousin you never knew before. Or knew too well. — You shouldn’t come here, Schatzen. 

— Why? 

— My men won’t be as nice as I am when they see a maiden in the lake. 

You smile, tilting your head to the side. There are rumors – you can’t invite foreign mercenaries into your country without them taking their toll on the locals. Some people like them, some people are scared of them. Some are going out of the ordeal pregnant and some are not returning at all. But, you can run. But, this is your lake. You like it here – the quiet, the tranquility. You think that if your father proceed with calling you an old bride who should be married as soon as possible, you could just run away and live here. Fish is nice and there are berries when it’s not too cold. — Where are your men? 

You never saw Vikings in battle. Never saw a group of them up close – you’d like to, of course. There are warriors in your village, but their best shot is wolves and deer. Not other men – you think you’d like to see war sometimes. Maybe, all the boys of age would die and you won’t have to worry about anything anymore. You would be nice as a local witch – or a local healer. Old hag sounds nice too. — Around. Waiting for the order. — What order? 

You ask so many questions, König thinks. Pretty thing – smart, too. You aren’t afraid of him, even though you have to be. Most women would be screaming and crying if they saw someone like him in the lake next to them. Not Viking women of course – but people from around here are soft. Cherished. Coddled. You also seem soft, too soft, too gentle – a woman living in a small village on the shore without a husband shouldn’t be this careless. König knows you’re just lucky that the ruler of your country is kind enough to pay the overseas mercenaries instead of suffering the pillaging. Not all of people are this lucky. 

If he won’t get a promised weight in gold this village won’t be lucky either. 

König looks at your sweet face, at the way your eyes constantly dart to his crotch. Curious little thing you are – he isn’t sure if he is that happy that the payments have been consistent up to this point. That he can’t just screw this all over and demand a payment in other ways. That pillaging this village and taking all of its women isn’t really an option while they get their gold from here. Your long linen dress clings to your skin - you’re shaking, he notices. From cold, probably, dumb lady who is too curious for her own good. Hm. He has furs not far from here. He can…

— We’re protecting the shore. The border, too. You smile, nodding. And here he thought the locals knew why the foreigners were here – but he can’t expect too much, he guesses. At least it seems like you haven’t heard of most of his accomplishments. The rivers of blood would be enough to fill this whole lake three times. Or, maybe, you heard – and didn’t care, brave and fearless little thing. König likes the sound of that. 

— Are you cold? 

You ask him, to his surprise. Your gaze is switching from his face – he is open, cheeks flushed from the cold and a maiden right next to him, and he can’t even find it in himself to cover his scarred mug – to his cock. It’s standing proudly, heavy, balls hanging low as if asking to be held in your soft palms. König isn’t embarrassed – but he is surprised that your body, showing only a little bit in that dress of yours, is already enough to make him this bothered. This ready to give up the supposed protection of this village and take what’s his. — You can warm me. 

You tilt your head to the side, mimicking his action from earlier. Curious bird – he could keep you at his ship. Tied up to the post, ready for anyone to use you. You’re strong, and resilient. Should survive the long way home – and he is getting quite ready to find someone at last. If the ruler of your little kingdom won’t be as stingy as the previous one, König can walk away with a sack of gold hanging on his shoulder. Enough for him and for him men. Surely enough to sway you. — How? 

— Do you have a husband? 

He knows, you probably don’t. A husband wouldn’t allow his wife to run around and flirt with other men – and if König was yours, he surely would keep you locked in like the treasure you are. There is too many men ready to take what doesn’t belong to them. 

— No. And I won’t.

— Why? — Soon I will be too old to be a bride anyway. Not that I want it. He laughs at that. Surely, little bird, it wouldn’t be your choice. If the luck is on his side, it wouldn’t even be the choice of your father. — Touch me, Schatzen. You want it, ja? 

He says this with more awkwardness than before. Swaying women by his side isn’t his strong suit – and even with his strength, not many of them would just throw themselves at him. Being a mercenary leader might bring him money but with the whole team consisting of equally strong and handsome men, the broody leader usually isn’t the first choice. He gets his fill eventually – but not the one that would make his heart flutter. With you, however… Your hands are traveling down his abs. Caressing every bit of skin you see – sending goosebumps down his navel and straight to his hard and leaking cock. He wonders if you’ve done this before – but your actions are the one of an explorer, not a professional. YOu grab his cock with both hands almost as if strangling him, and König lets go with a choked moan. 

You retrieve your hands, nervous. Good girl. Eager, pretty. Such a shame this village usually pays its tolls. — Are you hurt? 

— Nein, it’s…go on. You proceed to touch him, the softness of your touches is making him groan from pleasure. This is something else – you’re something else. Having the power to bring a seasoned warrior to his knees – god, how much he liked the way you looked at him. Eager and curious, always going down to touch his cock some more. You press your palm together, making s steady rhythm – using the pre-cum from his cockhead like a lube. 

König relishes in the feeling – he might be one of the strongest soldiers, but it was the first time he felt victorious. With your hand pumping his cock up and down, the pleasure settling in his stomach and threatening to burst, he felt like a king. No, the king. Gods, you were beautiful. Worthy of throwing this village into the fire for. Worthy risking the payment. Your mouth is warm on his manhood – he didn’t expect you to be this active, to wrap your lips around the bulging head and bop your head just a bit. Up and down. Tongue swirling, as if tasting him. Making him sweat that you will decide to take a bite out of it, just to satisfy your curiosity. To his peace, you didn’t. He came shortly after you decided to put your mouth on him – when your tongue started to swirl around and collect the bitter taste of his pre-cum. When your curiosity about foreign warriors bathing in your lake finally made you do something about it – and he would feel bad about pressing a hand in your hair and forcing you to choke on his length, your nails digging small red paths in his pale thighs. You choke and squirm and cry and this is the sweetest sound he ever heard – so when he finally drags you away from his cock, smiling as you wipe your mouth and whimper. Squirm again, some more. The light in your faded a little as he pushed one calloused finger into his mouth and pushed your lips apart. Poor thing, he thinks. — You did good, little bird. 

His seed tastes weird on the tongue. You wince, but swallow – it’s what good brides should do, you think. Somehow, looking at this warrior, you don’t feel so bad about being considered a bride. Maybe…no. You stalled here for long enough – you saw the Viking. You touched him. Tasted him. Father is probably looking for you. 

You don’t even bother to say goodbye as you come out of the water – but König stops you right on the edge of the lake, firm hand on your shoulder. Squeezing. Touching. Feeling. 

— I…I apologize, maiden. I lost control. 

His voice is hesitant. You don’t like how unsure he sounds. It made you feel unsure too. Weird. Uncertain and meek. 

— Are you going to leave soon? 

He stops mumbling, looking into your eyes. This is settled – he is not leaving you here. You must return to your family, say your goodbyes. Maybe enjoy a few weeks of peace before his troupe finally gets a clearing on killing whatever enemies grouped at the border – and he will take you no matter the payment your ruler can give him. Nothing will be worth more than you. 

— Yes. Yes, I will. You turn away, almost running. He didn’t stop you this time – you need to get as much freedom in your lungs as you can. He will take you eventually and, well…you best enjoy freedom as much as you could before this. 

When your village will burn along with all the cousins, half-triple brothers, and elders, you’ll find out why most countries fear the Vikings. When you will be hauled to the wooden ship over a giant’s shoulder, with his hand sitting firmly on your ass and his other palm preventing you from screaming, you’d know why taking the attention of overseas mercenaries is a bad idea. When your ruler would refuse to pay the warriors for their service and force them to just take everything by force, you’d know why making payments on time is so important. 

When König would finally make you his wife, you’d understand why you should have drowned in that lake instead. 

[nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105]

@xxxrockcocoxxx girl!!!!! you have to read this!!! ASAP🖤

[nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105]

Possibilities

Keegan Russ Fanfic

TW: Mentions Death, Delirium, Depression, Starvation. Mentions Blood.

Angsty Fanfic

Gif by graysnetwork

"It's been approximately 2 months since they gave me the news of your death. Now I sit in my room looking out the window. I was put on medical leave for the time being until further notice."

"Why do I do this to myself?"

"Oh yeah that's right because you promised me you would come home."

"At least now I can be alone and not have everyone on the fucking TF ask me if I'm okay and if I want to talk about it."

"it"

"Fucking It"

"Just leave me alone Keegan"

"You're not real. You're dead"

"You died two months ago."

"You're just a figment of my imagination"

"Don't talk like that Kid, I'm here with you."

Keegan walked towards her kneeling down in front of her chair. Reaching out to touch her face, he stroked her face.

Tilting his head he gazed at her with a confused scowl on his face. Retracting his hand he sighed loudly.

"Please look at me kid. I promised you I would never leave you alone."

"yeah, you promised.........but you're dead."

"leave me alone. Go haunt someone else."

"don't talk like that kid"

Shuffling in her chair she continued to look out the window. Sighing softly wiping away the tears that fell onto her cheeks. Sniffling softly hiding her face with her sleeves. Pale cheeks, dry mouth, her weak frail body recovering slowly from the bruises she had from her past injuries.

In her delirious state she started to sing softly.

"so if you really want to know"

"when I'm away from you"

"I'm happier then ever"

"wish I could explain it better"

"please don't talk like that."

Keegan sighed heavily with tears falling down his cheeks onto his mask. He stood up balling his fist up walking away he passed a mirror only to catch his reflection.

"This can't be"

Touching his chest he saw the blood that covered his chest and stomach. His mask covered in tiny speckled burns.

"what happened to me"

"you died and it was my fault. I didn't make it in time. If I had turned back I would have stopped the RPG from hitting the house you were taking cover in."

"I lost you Keegs. It's all my fault."

"You promised me that we would walk away from this life and start new away from all the fighting and gore. Just me and you."

"why did I have to live. I should've gone with you."

"My wings have been clipped."

"Now look at me. I'm wasting away sitting in my room watching meaningless TV while they buried you."

"Why does it hurt so much when you fall in love.

Keegan looked down at his gloved hands. looking back to her. Those beautiful eyes that held her heart of gold was now replaced with emptiness and darkness.

"why can't I remember that day."

"I don't know Keegs."

"leave me be. Go haunt someone else."

"I can't watch you leave, not again."

"I don't want to watch you leave. But I can't promise you that I'll not starve myself."

Looking down at her bandaged hands she couldn't cry anymore. She had been crying since day one. Now it's been two months. In her vegetative state she had an IV line connected to her left arm. Feeling the cold shivers running up her spine that gave her comfort in a way that she couldn't explain.

"Sparrow.....baby please look at me....... Please"

"Please look at me...."

"Leave me alone!"

"You're Dead! Its All In My Head!"

Keegan stopped calling to her. He stood in silence. Looking down at the white tile floors he exhaled loudly.

"I'll be here. I'm gonna be here when you need me"

Meanwhile Outside Her Room.

"Captain here's her chart."

Doctor Adams handed Captain Price her chart.

"How has she been Doc?"

Price look over her chart reading line for line. Her psychiatric evaluation was blank. She's unresponsive to all the test and refuses treatment.

"Not good, she's progressively getting worse in this state. She stopped talking. She's becoming more and more delirious. She is starting to have an ongoing conversation alone."

With a heavy sigh Doctor Adams pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Looking into her room he saw her sitting in front of the window with her IV stand beside her chair.

"She finally snapped Captain. This kind of loss in soldiers is very common."

"Does she have any family."

Looking to Captain Price he waited patiently for him to answer.

"No, the TF is the closest thing she has to family."

Exhaling silently Price watched her sit in her room. Looking back to Doctor Adams he chewed his inner cheek thinking what to say. He thought carefully about what to say.

"Captain this isn't gonna get any better anytime soon, she needs to be on constant round the clock care. Dealing with this kind of trauma isn't easy."

"Look Doc, I'm gonna say this as polite as possible."

"People like us put our lives on the line for people like you to go home to your loves ones and go to bed without fear in the world that what ever war that is happening out there doesn't come through your door or windows."

"Men and Women like her make those sacrifices."

"Stick to what you know Moppet"

Price entered the room. Looking around her bare white room. The only color that stood out was dead wilted flowers and her comforter that covered her bed.

She sat in her chair in front of the window staring outside. Clearing his throat she didn’t a knowledge his presence.

“Sparrow”

“Don’t call me that, Please”

Holding back her tears, and sobs biting down on her fist she swallowed thickly and harshly. Her sniffles echoed in the room.

“Okay”

Price took his hat off looking down. Thinking about what he was gonna say to her. Licking his lips he exhaled softly.

“He use to call me that. It’s just Mara now”

"Mara"

"It's been a while since I called you by your real name."

Price walked towards the window. Looking outside before him is the hospital court yard full of flowers a few nurses and patients.

"Why are you here Captain?"

"I don't want your condolences. I can't listen to another person say his name or talk about him."

"Nothing you guys say to me is new. Nothing New."

"Spare me the memories of him. I can't go through that again."

Mara stood up quickly tears filling her eyes. Taking a step forward she grabbed Captain Price. Her feeble body shivered with pain. Price held her frail body in his arms. Feeling her body tremble she started to cry in his arms. Feeling her tears soak into his shirt he held her close to his chest. Patting her back he consoled her till she fell asleep in his arms.

"Mara I will do what I can to help you."

"Sparrow, look at me please. I promised you I will always be with you. I'm not going anywhere."

"Baby please for me. Please let someone help you. I can't stand by while you're wasting away and I can't help you."

"Sparrow my girl please"

"You'll always be my girl."

[nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105]

"Crossing Oceans Of Time."

Chapter Two

🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀 -Previously in Chapter One- Simply lingering in the cold embrace of the winter morning (y/n) watched the sunrise. Lost in her thoughts she didn't noticed the movement in the forest, but looking back to the horizon that's when she saw him. The tall man that stalked through the forest. Watching him from afar she thinks back to her pass lover Arthur. Could this be him reincarnated. It has been 300 years that has passed, since she lost him to death. Watching him rot away as the years passed. Everything she loved and held dear to her lost to time. Bones To Ashes, Only To Be Swept Away. Lost To The Wind. 🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀

Previously in Chapter One

Konig x (Vampire Reader)

reader dialect and her tone of speaking is all olde English. But she will start speaking more modern later in the Fic.

TW: Mentions Blood, Witch-hunt, Lynching, Fire, TW If You're Sensitive About The Salem Witchtrials Please Do Not Interact. This Fanfic does mentions what happened to the men women. This is an all fictional scenario.

Will label each Chapter.

MDNI ‼️🛑🚫⚠️

Comments are appreciated.

Borders from - @saradika

Laying on the roof of the cabin she watched over him as the evening became nighttime.

Listening to the children of the night howl to their hearts content.

His heart beat was strong the symphony of his blood coursing through his veins lulled her to sleep.

Konig sat in the cabin cleaning his rifle. Walking over to the window he looked out the faded window listening to the sounds of the wolves howling.

The sound of the cold north wind blowing against the cabin. The cracked window allowed a bit of cold air into the cabin. This caused him to shiver.

Throwing another log into the fire he sat down holdings his hands out to warm his palms.

Looking over his maps once again he had to make it back to his check point.

This mission had many risk. That's why he decided to go alone. The winters in these mountains are harsh.

But the job was finished.

Looking outside he decided to do one more sweep around his cabin. Pulling his boots back on pulling on his wool sweater and his gloves. Adjusting his hood over his head he pulled his helmet on clicking it in place.

Pulling on his coat he walked out the cold wind kissed his face, the sounds of his boots walking on the porch. The twigs breaking under his boots woke her up.

Covered in snow she crawled back hiding from him as he walked into the dense snow covered forest.

Checking the perimeter of his cabin he noticed near a fallen tree were two bare feet tracks laid.

Lifting his hood he kneeled down taking a closer look at the tracks.

They were small compared to his, looking around he decided to be cautious.

The tracks went towards the cabin and they disappeared near a tree. Konig looked around but the snow had started to come down harder. The dense forest made it harder to press on any further.

Against his wishes he had to abandon his search for the person that was in the forest. Walking back to the cabin he noticed movement above him.

He pretended not to notice them. He stepped up onto the porch stomping his boots on the steps to get the snow off them. He shook himself off. Then opening the door and slamming it closed he carefully stepped off the deck.

Waiting for the figure to come out of hiding.

She waited until he walked back into the cabin. Jumping down off the roof she crept towards the window.

She noticed he wasn't inside.

Looking to her right she saw him emerge from his hiding spot. Holding his hands out he tilted his head looking at her.

"Sprichst du Deutsch?"

looking at her he noticed she was barefoot and her dress that she wore was old and the ends were tattered and outdated.

"I understand thou, yet I speak many languages"

"You speak in Olde English. Are you lost? Do you live around this area?"

Konig looked over her clothes and the state of her being. She did not look like she waist distress nor did she did she look lost.

"I'be not from hither , may I bid duke. What is the year of thy lord?"

The way she spoke was very odd in nature. The way she held herself in the conversation was very very odd but he wanted to know more about her.

"Year of thy Lord

Konig continued watching her. Something about her seemed different, the hairs on the back of his neck seem to stand up. His spine had a chill run up.

"yes, year of thy lord"

a bit lost"

Konig tilted his head in confusion looking at this woman. Lost in his thoughts for a brief moment he felt the cold wind hit him again. He shivered a bit.

"Come inside Fraulein"

Stepping up to the deck he ungloved his hand and offered it to her. Helping her onto the steps her hands were cold as ice. Gently squeezing her delicate hand he ushered her inside. Taking his coat off draping it around her. She watched him with curiosity as he put a kettle over the fire. Standing the entrance with his coat over her shoulders she watched him feed the fire more logs.

"Please Fraulein sit by the fire. You're cold as death."

"Are you hurt?"

"I'be fine. Who thou? what is thy purpose 'I these mountains?"

Konig noticed she talked in a very olde English Shakespeare fashion. Not pressing the matter anymore he wanted to know who was she and why was she in the mountains alone with no shoes and gear. These mountains are dangerous year round.

"Sorry Frau that's military information, its classified"

"Conspiring against thy lord"

Fumbling her hands she watched him. Smiling to him she smiled at him watching him sit beside her. Tilting her head with curiosity she listened to his heartbeat and his blood flowing in his veins.

"Nein, you're very odd Frau."

Looking at him with curiosity she saw him hold the strange metal instrument from earlier.

"What is yond? yond metal instrument? what doest t doth?"

Cleaning his gun he watched her carefully, keeping his guard up around her.

Standing up he walked over to the table putting away his maps and personal items away. Zipping up his bag he set it down beside his chair. Watching her she just smiled at him with her eyes closed.

sighing softly he decided to ask her about her curiosity.

"This is a gun Frau. Have you seen one before?"

Holding his gun he was shocked by her answer. What type of person has not seen a gun like this.

"Nev'r"

She marveled at his gun. Like a curious child she was hesitant about touching the gun. He watched her with a smile on his face. He was glad in this moment that his hood covered his face.

Konig watched her tilting his head with curiosity. He heard the water boiling. Standing up he walked over to the counter taking out a worn chipped small cup. Making a cup of tea for her, he handed the cup to her small delicate hands.

Watching her take the cup from him her hands warmed up.

Something about her eyes were different to him. Those very eyes seem to have searching his soul.

The way they seem glow in the dim light.

"Frau, are you hungry. I can share some of my rations with you if you like my dear."

"No grammercy mine duke. Thou art most kind to offer thy hospitality"

Konig continued to watch her. His guard never being let down. But his mind wondered to why such a small frail looking woman wandered the mountains.

The sound of his heartbeat quickening and the sounds of his blood rushing in his veins roared in her ears.

"Doth i fright thou?"

"May't be fright of me. Nay harm shall join thee. I hast already eaten"

Konig was intrigued by what she said.

She had already eaten. So that would mean she maybe lives nearby.

"Frau, why do you speak in a olde English dialect. Are you from this area. Tell me Frau. I can take you back to your village if you're lost my dear."

"Duke, I be not from hither yet far aroint. I say to thou a tale of mine life from the beginning. I be not like thou. Although we look like. Yet mine life is not as it seems"

She held the cup tightly but she looked up to him with a smile. Breathing in slowly and exhaling softly she nibbled on her lip. Looking at the fire she swirled the tea around in her cup. Setting the cup down she sighed yet again.

"I hast hid mine whole life. I shall share mine story with thou mine weary traveler. For i am a traveler through time. Sailing through time can be most lonely. Sometimes i dream of the day i am greeted by perpetual wink. I long for deaths embrace, yet that is not possible. For i am the harbinger of perpetual wink"

"Where to begin, i was born 'i the year of 1656. Mine father and mother were part of a cult. There's not much i remember growing up. Just that i was cared for by the women 'i the bawbling community we were apart of. The year was 1676 I was considered to be a woman at this age. Mine mother befell bid me to help with serving our patriarch of the nocturnals.

mine father and the other husbands and sons and brothers all had set all's up for our dark lord. We were to sing and dance under the full moon. A ritual was to course afterwards.

yet all was not as it should'st hast been.

the meiny of stendarr found mine issue and our community. They bid us heathens, abominations 'i the eyes of their savior stendarr.

they are hunters of werewolves and other creatures that do not see eye to eye with their beloved stendarr.

they captured mine issue and our community. They tried to hast us forswear our following to our dark lord. yet to no avail.

they burned the woman at the stake. They lynched the men and threw 'em into the fires.

as the fires burned out as the sunset.

our dark lord roses from the ashes and placed his kiss upon the ashes of his devoted meiny.

rising from the ashes we rose. The women that were burned at the stake. We rose from the ashes into our new forms.

"children of goliath"

"our dark lord kissed the ground. There mine father and the fallen men had rose from the ashes. Withal a kiss from mine mother and the other women they were born into their new lives."

"children of goliath we were bid "

She stared into the fire listening to the fire crackle. Wiping her tears away she sniffled. Looking back to him she offered a small smile.

Konig sat in since his hood slightly moved as he released the breath he was holding in. Looking at her she didn't look like she was lying.

She continued to look into the fire.

"I am not mocking thou, thou may receive me or not yet i would ne'r lie. I warrant i shall not harm thou 'i any way. Yet if thou feel unsafe with me around may't hesitate to send me on mine way."

"all I be seeking is company"

Konig looked around breathing in slowly he had to send her away because he was to leave in the morning. But he found himself unable to send her away.

Even if the story was true or not he couldn't send her away.

She watched him sit in silence.

"Schatz you can stay here for the night and we can decide in the morning."

Konig walked over to the bedroom where the bed sat she walked passed him into the room. Looking around she sat down on the bed. Konig closed the door slowly walking back to the the fire place he looked at his watch. He had to get some sleep he was to leave in 6 hours.

The Next Morning

The sounds of birds chirping outside woke Konig up. Looking around he was sitting on the chair near the fire. The fire had died down in the middle of the night but the embers glowed. Stretching as he stood up he walked over to the room door.

Knocking gently he waited for an answer.

"Hallo Frau?"

"Hallo its Konig, Frau."

Opening the door slowly he noticed the bed wasn't slept in. She was no where to be seen. The window sealed shut as it was before and the bathroom was untouched. Rushing back to his gear he checked to make sure all his stuff was intact.

Thinking about when he fell asleep he didn't notice or hear her leaving the room. Konig was a very light sleeper and she was the only person who was successful in sneaking past him without awakening him.

Running out of the cabin he saw her sitting in the snow covered in blood. She had her eyes closed humming a song.

"Forgive me duke. I went hunting at dusk. 'tis said some men talking they wished to hurt thou mine duke. Forgive me for the indecency of mine attire"

"Are you hurt where did you see these men."

Looking around he held his secondary kneeling beside her. Surveying the area around them he kept his sights on the dense snow covered forest.

He looked back down to her looking at her small body for any wounds. But she was covered in blood on her chest and mouth.

"Mine name is (y/n) i might not but apologize for mine rudeness on not introducing myself thee duke"

"I might not but grammercy for thy hospitality last night mine duke"

"Frau, my name is not duke. My name is Konig."

Holding out his hand for her to take as he stood up looking down to her.

"King"

Artwork by -https://nox6600.artstation.com

[littlemisspascal]

A message to the writers of the fandom from Javi 💜

[sleepingsun501]

I’m just gonna leave this here for all writers ❤️

[nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105]

🥹needed this so much

hopeful this helps others...

[gremlingottoosilly]

So i had a thought! Imagine Konig falling for a performer,she sings and dances and is a professional. She is very sweet and sociable and loves being in the limelight. She has a boyfriend but that boyfriend just doesn't know how to treat her like the queen she is.

Konig who comes to your concert and he is absolutely captivated. He didn't even want to go at first, but Horangi got free tickets and a bailed date, so he decided to take him instead. Konig was standing in the crowd, getting hate from people for being so fucking massive and taking space meant for three people, but he couldn't even bother to make himself smaller because he just... stared. He looks at you, the way you dance, the way you sing and interact with the audience - he is simply lost in your features. More under the cut!

He gets home and searches for your music in every way he can buy it and support you, he looks through your social media and almost loses it when he sees that you have a boyfriend. And such a lame one! Konig would fucking fight tooth and nails for you to receive an offer you wouldn't be able to resist - a performance for the military sake is a very weird proposal for someone from your genre, but the money is good and it seems like a pretty nice gig, especially since you started to disconnect from your boyfriend, and you needed a little getaway( You never knew mercenaries could be so nice! Their colonel is a sweetheart with sweaty hands and a little shaky mannerisms every time you're leaning closer to ask him about the state of the stage or the reasons he asked you to come and sing for his unit. He doesn't look like someone who would appreciate your music - he is a bit old-fashioned, brings you flowers like you're an opera singer, feeds you expensive chocolate and growls with jealousy every time his dumb fucking recruits are coming to greet you. You're a little sweetheart of his unit, pretty and young, and he knows that people adore you - he just wants to be the only one to actually have you. Konig wants to cage you with him and make you his little singing bird - who knows, he might even arrange a little accident on one of your concerts, maybe a terrorist threat or maybe an actual fucking bomb from one of your fans - you are shaken, paranoid, you need a bit of time to relax and get out of the city...and maybe, he can help you with that - right after dumping what's left of your shitty boyfriend and producer in the nearest pig farm. How do you feel about signing an entertainment contract with KorTac, by the way? He went a long way with the higher ups to make them consider it...

[nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105]

This is cute very cute. Konig is such a goofball 🤭😍

[nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105]

“Chaos Was Her Name” Chapter 3

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four

Pairing- Konig x reader *call sign (phantom)*

Summary- König has been going to therapy for his depression and self isolation. That lands him in the therapists office when one mission goes wrong. But his whole world is gonna be turned upside down. Recently joining the 141 Task Force he keeps to himself. But things are gonna change.

Minors DNI - 🛑🚫❗️

TW-Mentions Blood, Death, Unprotected P in V Sex, Size Kink, Fluff, Pining, Some Angst, Lack of Sleep, Comforting, Praising Kink. Obsessive! König!

I did use Google Translate feel free to correct me.

A/N-I do not claim credit for the artwork. I do try to credit the source. I do apologize in advance if I offended anyone. I will do my best in the future to try to look up the names of the artists and credit them. Artwork Credit to @ave661

Previously in Chapter Two

Ghost glanced at her he crouched down with his weapon drawn walking carefully through the snow. The snow had started to falling again covering the ground and their tracks again. The cold breeze his her small body. She shivered while walking behind Ghost.

König stayed close to her watching their surroundings but his line of vision constantly wandered to her ass and her legs.

König inner dark thoughts.

“I wonder what it feels like to have her legs wrapped around my waist as I fuck her brains out against the wall.”

Trailing behind her she crept through the darkness with her night vision glowing green on her eyes. She kept silent.

Approaching the the fence she crawled up the fence going first creeping up on her prey. Unsheathing her knife she grabbed him piercing his flesh watching the crimson fluid rush down her victim chest and gear she pulled the knife out and continued to eliminate all the guards.

König watched with a devious smile under his hood. Watching her in her element. Something about the gore and the smell of gunpowder and dirt and sweat aroused him. As if a beast in him had awaken and there his mate walked before him. Clenching his fist he fought the urge off from taking her right then and there.

She followed closely behind Ghost. Keeping her gun aimed to the ground she pulled out her secondary she screwed on her silencer. With her blade out she crouched, crept slowly behind Ghost.

König watched her every movement. He couldn’t stop staring at her legs and the way she moved but most of all his eyes lingered on her waist and ass.

Drinking in her figure he was biting his lip under his hood. The taste of blood was savored on his tongue.

“Samantha”

König whispered to himself. Watching her she turned around but her face was the face of his past obsession Samantha. His breathing hitched just looking at her beautiful face he stepped forward grabbing her face. Feeling her face.

Phantom shivered under his grasp he lifted her off the ground hugging her tightly. She heard him inhale her scent. She grabbed hold of his vest. She grabbed his mask. The feeling of her hands touching his mask made him wake up from his trance.

Looking at her surprised he dropped her immediately. She grunted and gasped when she hit the ground. Hissing at the pain that radiated from the fall she looked up at him.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

König looked down not looking back at her Ghost kneeled down beside her helping her up to her feet. Ghost stood up quickly he walked over to König pulling him aside.

“König what the fuck was that?!”

“Do that again! I will personally have you removed off this TF”

“Phantom”

“I’m fine Lieutenant”

“Let’s move”

König shook his head shaking away the thoughts of his past obsession Samantha. The look in her eyes. It wasn’t fear nor disgust. Phantom eyes were empty. They showed no emotion. She stared at him with a stoic expression.

Catching her breath she held her rifle tightly. Following behind Ghost again she was more on guard around König. While walking she glanced behind her watching his every move.

The sounds of men talking on the radio was closer then they anticipated. Ghost stopped abruptly taking out his knife he gestured her to cover him.

König kneeled down beside Ghost holding his gun loaded. Waiting for his signal. He glanced over to phantom. Her small figure laying on the ground under the cover of the bushes.

Phantom quietly moved into the brush pulling her rifle out looking around to see where the radio chatter was coming from.

Breathing in slowly, holding her rifle breathing out, inhaling slowly holding it in, her finger on the trigger holding it. Waiting for her target to move forward.

“Permission to engage sir”

Whispering to Ghost.

“Negative let them pass we have to see what we’re up against.”

“Yes sir”

Watching the soldier pass ahead of them. They held their position. König scoffed silently under his hood looking at Phantom. His eyes wandered back to her every chance he got. Staring at her this was his moment to be alone with her.

“Hold this position. I’ll be back”

Ghost walked ahead. Making sure it was safe to move his team forward.

Holding her rifle she crawled back using her fore arms she moves backwards. Her ass stuck out most to him. The small branch from the bush had caught her vest strap. Trying to pull herself back it only made her irritated.

“Fuck, I’m caught on something”

König laughed softly watching her struggle on the ground with her face down and her ass up.

Taking advantage of this moment he tilted his head slightly watching her struggle.

“You gonna help or just stare at my ass.”

König smiled under his hood. Watching her struggle was amusing to him. She was so small and helpless under his gaze. This was all too amusing to him.

“My schatz ask me nicely”

“No, just fucking help me.”

“Ask me nicely”

“Fuck you, fine”

“König please help me”

Sighing with defeat she shifted her face against the ground looking to him. He tilted his head watching her struggle.

Taking a step towards her he kneeled down beside her leaning down to her he laid his hand on her lower back gliding down her back towards her head. He felt where her gear was caught. Breaking the branch he pulled her out of the bushes. She looked up to him placing her hands on his chest.

Looking at his hood his painted eyes. Her breathing slowed and hitched as he trace her jawline with his gloved hands. Moving the stray hairs out of her face.

“Persephone”

“Don’t call me that. We’re not friends. And I don’t trust you.”

Standing up she looked back to him looking away picking up her gun she walked away from him.

König watched her turn away from him. The blood in his veins began to flow to another part of him that needed immediate attention. Shifting his pants he looked down.

Looking at her back side his lust for her only grew stronger.

“Aksel do you copy, this is Phantom.”

“I read you loud and clear”

“We are in the clear advance to our position. Sending you our coordinates now.”

Holding her rifle close she noticed her ghost charm was missing. Grasping the tip of her rifle she sighed heavily.

“Fuck!”

Where the charm sat she held it tightly.

“Whose Samantha?”

“What?”

“You called me that when you had your little episode earlier.”

“No one”

Looking back to him. Watching his cold stoic demeanor change to him avoiding her gaze. She noticed his uneasiness to the question.

“I’ve lost someone too. His name was Angus.”

“I know that feeling of losing someone close to you.”

“I understand if it’s too much to talk about.”

“Is that where you got that scar on your cheek.”

“That’s a different story.”

Looking down she sniffled at the memory of her scar on her face.

Looking back to him she met his gaze. Biting her lower lip she was about to speak but the sounds of branches breaking near them alerted them.

Crouching she duck down behind the bushes next to König.

Holding her radio she whispered to Ghost. Watching the group of soldiers patrol the area they we’re currently occupying.

“Ghost we have a problem”

“They know we’re here we need to get what we need and get out quickly.”

“Fucking Hell”

König grabbed her shoulder pulling her against him. He shield her from the flashlights. Holding her small body in his arms was an overwhelming feeling of comfort.

She had no choice but to remain still in his grasp. The feeling of his heat from his body was so warm and comforting in a way that was completely opposite from Krueger.

“Don’t move”

“They are moving forward they know we’re here.”

“Ghost do you copy.”

“They know we are here we have to move now. Before they seal off the base.”

Releasing her from his grasp she released the breathe she didn’t know she was holding in. Looking at him with a scowl she shook her head. Her radio came to life with Aksel voice.

“Fall back Phantom, that’s an order”

“Aksel”

“We’ve been tracking this data for months we can’t just abandon this mission.”

“Fall back Phantom Now! That is an order!”

“Yes sir”

Picking up her rifle she placed it in her back pulling out her secondary she made her way back to the rendezvous point.

Something about this mission was off to her she couldn’t pin point exactly why she had an uneasy feeling.

But the feeling of comfort of being held by König was a feeling she hasn’t felt since Angus died.

The sounds of twigs breaking beside her caused her to stop. Looking up she was spotted by one of the guards. Before he could yell, she grabbed him covering his mouth she stabbed him repeatedly.

König watched in awe of her ability to protect herself. The way she looked covered in blood and dirt was all he needed. The way she looked up to the sky covered in blood was so hypnotic.

The rising sun illuminated the forest.

The sound of an alarm going off. She looked down at the deceased soldier she snorted and rubbed her nose.

“Show time!”

Hours Later

Several hours later, the sounds of gunfire, men yelling in pain. (Y/N) took cover behind the trees. The sounds of bullets cutting through the air. She looked around her searching for Konig but he was no where in sight.

"Konig do you copy, Ghost anyone."

Fuck!"

She ran through the forest the sounds of men yelling and screaming in pain around her. This mission was a failure. All hell had broken loose.

Konig fought hard looking for her in the distance hoping she was safe and hidden. He had lost track of her when they were ambushed hours ago. Ghost was in his sights fighting like hell.

There were too many. Reinforcements had showed up a few minutes ago. Konig ripped through the soldiers with sheer anger. Searching for her in the distance, on the ground among the bodies that littered the forest floor.

"Phantom!"

She stopped running when she heard him call her name.

"Konig!'

She ran to where his voice was calling from. While running she was shot in her side feeling the bullet rip through her flesh she ignored the pain. Her adrenaline was already coursing through her body.

Lungs burning in her chest her legs tired from all the running.

Konig heard her calling out to him. Peeking his head out he saw her running in the distance. The snipers hidden in the trees and bushes all started firing at him.

Running at full speed she slide against one of the dead trees that laid on the ground. Loading her rifle she aimed towards the trees and bushes.

One by one they dropped like flies. Taking her time eliminating one by one she slowed her breathing focusing on the targets ahead of her.

Holding her side she was gasping for air. Her breathing became a wheeze. Sucking in the cold air she moved slowly.

Looking down at her radio she pushed the button.

"Konig, Ghost if any of you guys can hear me.....I've been hit in my side. Im bleeding like a damn faucet."

"I'm good. Just tired is all."

She smiled and laughed softly.

Holding her rifle she struggle to pull herself up to her feet. Pulling her small medic pouch she pulled out gauzes. Stuffing her wound to stop the bleeding. Biting back her whimpers she let out a shriek.

Her shriek sounded inhuman.

This shriek echoed in the forest. As the snow fall started to fall harder so did the breeze turn into a harsh strong gust of wind that swept the forest.

Krueger jumped to his feet running in the direction of where he heard her scream.

Phantom stood up to her feet holding the tree she reached into her chest pocket pulling out an adrenaline shot.

Jabbing her leg she shivered with the rush. Reloading her gun she cracked her neck. Walking towards the sounds of men yelling.

Walking passed Konig he noticed her walking towards the soldiers.

Blood covered her side and her pants and boots.

She kneeled down holding her rifle calming her breathing she focused on all her shots. The way the snow fell around her made her look mesmerizing.

Konig ran out from the tree line charging after the soldiers that were retreating.

Ripping through the soldiers with his blades he could help but laugh at the few soldiers that screamed and begged for their pathetic lives. The feeling of their bones breaking beneath his grasp was pure euphoria. The feeling of being in control was like an addicting feeling.

As the snow fell he watched her rise to her feet.

This goddess that stood before him.

She belonged to him, no matter what.

If she didn't want him like he wanted her, he would have to show her his love and devotion to her.

She turned around looking for Krueger she saw him in the distance. Walking towards him she called out to him.

But the sound of a Snipers rifle gunshot rung through her ears.

Watching Krueger look down holding his stomach he fell to his knees.

"NO!!!!!"

"KRUEGER!!!!!"

She started to scream running to him she tripped in the snow. The fresh white snow under her feet turned crimson red. Holding her side she pushed the bloody gauzes back into her side. Crawling to her knees she struggled to stand up.

"KRUEGER!!!!"

König watched in horror as Krueger fell to his knees. Watching him land on the ground without moving he saw phantom running to his aid. Running to her he grabbed her. Bear hugging her from behind she fought against him.

"KRUEGER!!!!!! GET OFF ME KONIG!!!!

She elbowed him as he held her back. Kicking and screaming she fought hard. Trying to squirm out of his strong grasp she started to bite his hands and arms. Her bite marks littered all over his hands and wrist.

Kicking his legs and knees she screamed and cried for Krueger.

A large black and grey Humvee showed up some men jumped out picking up Krueger they threw him in the back. taking off with him.

"KRUEGER!!!!!!!!!!!"

"DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE BITTE!!!!"

As the truck was leaving so did the left over soldiers in the forest. They too had retreated.

Throwing her head back against Konigs nose, the pain of his nose cracking caused him to let her go.

She crawled to her feet running after the truck. Pulling out her secondary she loaded her last clip. Shooting every last bullet she had at the tires or anyone. Gasping for her air her lungs burned so much. The cold air filled her lungs.

The pain in her knees and shins all ached.

Hands frozen.

Her leg covered in cold blood from her wound.

Holding her knees bending over her mind was hazy.

Gasping for her air, she fell to her knees crying for Krueger.

Meanwhile

Running through the forest. The more snow fell it had made it had made it harder to navigate through the thick woods. Stifled coughs muffled in their scarves Aksel tried his radio again.

Only met with silence and static. He led his team through the forest with caution. It had became quiet very quiet.

Moving silently and quickly, Aksel made his way to the others with Soap and Gaz

Price walked silently but cautiously through the forest and snow fall cautiously. The sounds of grunting and leaves rustling caught his attention. He turned the corner quickly but no enemy but to be met with Ghost.

Harnessing his weapon he kneeled down beside Ghost. Checking his wound he patched him up. Helping him to his feet they heard the snow crunching nearby by them.

Ghost held his rifle ready. Price held his weapon ready. Peeking his head out he sighed with relief. Watching Aksel he sighed with relief as well. Soap rushed over to Price nodding to him he was relieved to see Ghost still in one piece. Gaz nodded to Price walking over to Ghost he patted his back. Helping Soap they lifted Ghost to his feet.

"Ghost? Where's Phantom, Konig and Krueger?"

"Konig ran after her a few mins ago. Something must've happened. I heard her screaming for Krueger."

"It got quiet after they left that way."

Ghost pointed in the Northeast direction. Looking at the snow Aksel followed the boot prints where he saw Konig sitting on the ground holding his face.

Aksel rushed over to Konig. Seeing him sitting on the ground he pulled out his medical pact.

"Brother you hit."

Kneeling down beside him he examined him.

"No I'm fine. That spitfire of a woman broke my nose though."

Holding his nose he looked at Aksel with a shit eating grin.

Aksel shook his head. Patching up his nose he looked around for Krueger and Phantom.

This literal goddess had broken his nose.

No one had ever broke his nose.

This spitfire of a goddess had been the first to break his nose.

"God, I Love This Woman."

He whispered under his breathe.

Standing up he wiped his nose. Looking at his gloved hands he noticed her delicate teeth ripped through his gloves.

The sight of her biting his hands and arms made his hunger for her grow ten fold.

Aksel walked over to where Phantom sat on the ground looking at her lap. Blood seeping out of her wound she bit back her sobs.

"They took him. They stole him away right in front of me."

"Aksel he's gone."

"Gone"

"Just like that"

"It's my fault. I never fucking miss a shot. How could I have been so clumsy on my shots."

Looking up to Aksel she cried more, covering her face with her bloody gloves. Her sobs were muffled.

Aksel kneeled beside her patting her back she hugged him immediately.

"I'm gonna kill that fucking asshole."

She tried to stand up but failed miserably. The wound in her side throbbed so much she collapsed.

Groaning in pain she tried to crawl but Kong stood in front of her.

Smirking down to her. He reached out to her picking her up he held her close. Inhaling her scent this sent shivers down his spine. Carrying her bride style she in a way found comfort in his grasp. But her anger towards him remained.

"They have Krueger."

[lycheedr3ams]

Serious talk about COD cosplay community below the cut

PSA: seriously please do not interact with the COD cosplay community on tiktok or insta. It’s a very toxic community and I don’t want to get into the details of what happened. I’m not going to discuss it either, I myself figured it out from other people’s posts about it on other sites.

A lot of cosplayers are leaving the community because of this. Please be safe, and really be mindful of who you’re interacting with online. If you don’t like someone, block them and be done with it

[lycheedr3ams]

I want to follow up to this. I wasn’t going to go into detail about it, but after learning everything that came out, I have to because I am heartbroken. I do not have all the details but the baseline story is clear enough

Before I go on about this, DO NOT DM ME ABOUT THIS! I’m not going to say anything more than I do in this post.

Remember always that there is a human behind the screen.

BLOCK ME IF YOU ARE A MINOR. MINORS ARE NOT WELCOME ON MY BLOG

TW: suicide, false accusations

Inquisitor was an Italian Ghost cosplayer. He was accused of being a pedophile because he once had a convo with a 17 y/o who was posing as an adult. Once he found out this girl was 17, he blocked her. But people kept accusing him of being a pedophile and the issue just snowballed.

The details are a bit confusing from here, but apparently a famous tiktok cod cosplayer pressured his girlfriend into flirting with Inquisitor for them to gather more “evidence” against him. There were 3 girls involved in this whole thing I think, and they all admitted that they made up everything about Inquisitor being a pedophile. These were rumors.

Suicide mentions ahead

Yesterday, Inquisitor ended his life on a tiktok live. This human being, who made fun cod cosplay, was painted to be a monster because people - minors especially - made up the accusations of him grooming minors for attention. There is no evidence of Inquisitor doing this, AND THE GIRLS ADMITTED THAT THEY MADE ALL THIS UP!!

While I am usually always on the side of the victim, this is just a whole different thing. There was no evidence for Inquisitor doing this. He blocked the girl as soon as he found out she was 17.

But what’s even worse was that these girls made up these accusations for attention. Then the cod community on TikTok bullied and harassed him to the point where he stopped posting, and later took his own life. Do you understand the gravity of this? A human being took his own life because he was bullied and harassed over false accusations.

Please just sit with that for a moment.

When it comes to online communities like this, you need to be very careful about accusations, especially when there is no proof. And it is never okay to online bully someone, ever. If you suspect someone of being a pedophile, rapist, etc., report them to the authorities. Inquisitor didn’t take his own life. The cod community on tiktok who harassed him did.

I never knew about Inquisitor before all this. I looked at his tiktok and he was just having a fun time with ghost cosplay. And now he is dead. All because of some minors who wanted attention. I have felt physically sick for most of today and I am on the verge of crying. I don’t care that I never even knew about his account or interacted with him. We have lost a human life because of online bullying and false accusations.

I am truly just at a loss for words. I am deeply hurt for Inquisitor. I have some male friends who have expressed the fear of having false accusations against them for these sorts of things. I know a lot of women get up in arms when men say this, but from having male friends whom I have known for a while and are good people whom I trust completely, and with what happened to Inquisitor, this is a valid fear. If you don’t like this take, then just block me. I’m not about to argue with terfs or shit about this. While I usually always believe the victim, it’s completely different with situations like this. And it was all. Fake. All. Fake. And there are many people on tiktok who are proud of this. Go to fucking hell

This has been on my mind all day. I am so so deeply hurt. My heart is breaking. I cannot describe how I am feeling. But this needed to be known: Inquisitor was innocent, and was driven to take his life because of false accusations.

If you disagree, don’t harass me and shit. The entire cod community across all platforms knows this is fake. There are articles online about it if you want to look it up.

And that’s all I’ll say on this issue.

Rest in peace, Inquisitor

[nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105]

This needs to be reblog and everyone needs to take the time to read this.

Fly high Inquisitor.

May the creator watch over you and guide you on your journey. 🪶🪶

[nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105]

Here With Me

Chapter 5

Mentions- Explicit Content.

MDNI 🚫🔞🛑🚫❗️❗️

TW-Explicit Content

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Taglist - @glitterypirateduck @eustassarm @vicky-09

a/n credit to the artist for the gif. Name is label beneath the gif. The picture for this one. The artist @namedlunagoddess

I do apologize for the delay of updating “Here with me” I’ve been not feeling well. I will try to update regularly.

Few Hours Later

König walked into the street ahead of everyone. As he was doing his sweep a loud ringing sounded off and the explosion. He flew back into a wall knocked him out temporarily. Sparrow came running back towards the explosion. She smelled blood her mind raced with worry.

There she found König lying on the ground. Not moving.

Rushing to his aid. She shook him.

“König wake up! König! Wake Up!”

König opened his eyes looking around him. His ears ringing, vision blurry. The smell of smoke, dust and burning flesh filled his senses. Looking around he couldn’t focus on the situation around him.

“König we gotta move now!”

“Get Up!”

She pulled him to his feet struggling to walk she limped and groaned holding her side. This didn’t go unnoticed with König.

“Liebling what’s happened?”

“Your hurt”

“A bomb went off and you were standing right beside the building when it exploded some shrapnel and other debris hit you pretty hard.”

“Everyone is okay. It’s just you took the hit the most but your gonna be okay.”

“I’m fine it’s nothing just hit my side a little too hard. Just a bruise”

She held her side but the feeling of hot liquid trickled down her waist and thighs as she kneeled down beside König.

Deep down she knew something was about that explosion. She was nearby when the bomb had gone off. She didn’t say anything to anyone due to the importance of the mission. They needed her just as much as she needed them.

“Captain Price!”

“You gotta move now sir! I’ll give you enough cover for you guys to make your get away!”

“They knew we were coming there’s too many.”

“Don’t worry about me sir I’ll catch up.”

With a heavy sigh Price looked down. Looking back up to her he nodded, holding her shoulder he had to make the decision to get his men to safety.

“We leave no one behind. Don’t be late”

“Wouldn’t dream of it sir”

She turned around walking back to König he stood against the wall collecting himself. He noticed her walking back to him.

Rubbing his eyes he looked down to her holding her hands. Her gaze soften looking at him. But those eyes of hers glowed green. Her smile light up his face.

“König I’ll give you and everyone enough time to make a clean get away. We can’t advance forward. You and Price men are important and I can’t have anyone die out here. I will see you soon okay.”

“Schatz, come back to me please”

“Promise me you’ll come back to me.”

“I will”

She pulled off her glove taking a step back she bit down on her hands. Looking up she gave a inhuman screech and growl. Falling to her hands and knees she transformed into her beast form.

This form was different from the last. She looked to König only for a brief moment then she jumped out the window.

Running down the streets passing abandoned demolished homes. Burned vehicles she looked around smelling the air. Tasting the air around her. It made her blood pump faster, the feeling of euphoria running through her veins. This feeling and the smell around her only fueled her blood lust.

Running through builds she attacked anything and everything that ran from her. The sounds of men shrieking and crying. The sounds of gunfire echoed the streets as Price and his men made their escape. More enemy fighters were showing up in droves.

Lost in the blood shed she had killed their contact that had spent months infiltrating the enemy’s group inner circle.

The amount of blood that glisten off her blood she stood in the empty room.

The walls and floors covered in visceral and blood.

Falling to her knees she had finally awoken from her nightmare. Looking around she saw what she had down.

“Oh my god!”

She recognized the scarf on one of the lifeless bodies. She scooped him up and held him close. She felt a slight heartbeat. This gave her hope.

Laying him down quickly she placed her hand of his wound. Glowing green she pushed his wound closed. While healing her contact someone had snuck up behind her watching her.

“Sparrow, Sparrow”

“I’ve heard so much about you. I gotta admit you do frighten me a bit. All the bloodshed and all the violence and chaos you do for them.”

The sound of the voice made her quickly turn around guarding her contact she covered his face. Hovering over his body she stared at the mysterious creature that lurked in the darkness of the corner of the room.

“Come out and face me.”

“As you wish my lady.”

“James”

“It can’t be.”

“This isn’t real. You’re not real because you’re dead. You’ve been dead for 5 years.”

She stood up looking down and at her hands. Reaching out to touch his face she retracted her hands. But he moved forward capturing her soft delicate hand on his cheek. Feeling her warmth he melted into her touch.

“My Sparrow look at me I’m here on the flesh.”

Holding her hand on his cheek he looked deep into her eyes.

“I missed you more then anything that day they told me that you didn’t make it back.”

She stepped back wiping the blood from her face. Looking towards James she slapped him. James looked down then back up to meet her gaze with a smile. He held his cheek. She was happy and angry all at once.

“Why show up all of a sudden. All these years you decide to show up. Especially in a place like this. Why!”

“Sparrow it’s been hard locating you. I’ve been trying to find you all these years. But now I have you here. Come away with me.”

“As tempting as that is now. I can’t. I just can’t.”

“Things are different now. I’m different.”

“Come away with me. Like we always talked about when we were younger.”

“I can’t do that. Things are different now. We aren’t children anymore. Those were dreams of a child.”

“You made me a promise that if we ever got out together that we would be together forever and we would run off together. Away from Laswell and the government and to be free. Like we dreamed of.”

“I know but that was when we were children. Lost and alone. We were prisoners.”

“We talked about what our lives would be like if we ever got out.”

“You got out!”

“You left us behind!”

“James! STOP!”

“You have no idea what I went through when you ran away.”

She paced the room wiping the stray tears away from her cheeks. Looking up to him with red, watery eyes. Her soft warm blues eyes glowed. Her stifled sobs echoed around them. The smell of smoke and gunpowder lingered in the air around them. The smell of iron was strong in the room.

“James you got out. You should’ve left and lived your life. And should’ve just forgotten about us. But why? Why did you come back?”

“For you and your brother.”

“My brother is dead.”

“He died a year after you ran away.”

“I don’t like talking about how he died. I just tell people I have a brother. I like to think that he’s alive and well living somewhere.”

“I accepted my position and the way things are.”

“Don’t say that (y/n). Please don’t say that”

“It’s what I accepted. After you left after my brother died. I accepted my life as is. I may be government property but I found something, someone.”

“Sparrow”

“Sparrow what about us, what about me?”

“Look they told me you died and I moved on because I never saw you for all those years. If I had known you were alive I would’ve made me escape all those years ago.”

“If I had known that you were alive. Then maybe. But thats all dreams of a child. I’m a grown woman now. I’m not living and hoping on dreams of a child. Not anymore.”

“You left and you broke my heart that day you left. But I have someone now.”

“This is the reality I accepted”

“You’re their lapdog.”

“Their never gonna let you go.”

“I know”

Those soft blue moons that looks up to James glaze soften his heart and made his mind flutter.”

“You’re just another pawn in their war. And that man that wears the hood will he accept you as you are. All the blood that covers your hands. I know all that blood that covers your hands isn’t justified. You know you spilled innocent blood with those claws.”

“War is coming. War on mutants. They will use you and discard you like garbage. They will use you till they have no use for you. Think about your brother Sparrow. Where is he? They lied to us all those years.”

“James stop it!”

“Just leave!”

“Leave!!”

She stood up to him he looked down at her moving the stray hairs from her face. He memorized every detail about her face. Her soft blue eyes made his heart melt and his mind flutter.

Looking back at her as he was leaving he couldn’t bare to leave without giving her one last kiss. He rushed back to her capturing her soft delicate pink plump lips with his lips. The kiss was soft and delicate but lasted longer then it should’ve. Lost in the kiss she melted into the kiss.

Static on her radio sputtered then a voice rang through.

“Sparrow, Sparrow do you copy”

“Leave James and don’t ever come back. Leave me behind. I accepted my reality and you need to accept yours. Without me.”

Holding back her tears she smiled to him holding his hands. She kissed his hands and let them go. She turned back to the man on the floor. She felt his heartbeat getting stronger with every beat and she could feel the blood rushing through his veins. She closed every wound and pumped some of her power into his body to stabilize him and hope for the best that he wakes up. She picked him up and carried him to the exit. Looking back she offered a weak smile and jogged out the door. Holding back her tears she looked ahead. Finding somewhere safe she set her contact down.

“This is Sparrow I hear you loud and clear. I’m on my way to the rendezvous point. Have medical on stand by sir.”

König bounced his knee repeatedly looking out the window with his rifle ready he was on edge about his Sparrow.

But as the radio static rang through her voice came through. That relief to hear her voice calm his anxiety down and made him release the breath he was holding in just waiting for her. Price patted his shoulder and gave him a gentle squeeze.

Ghost stared daggers at König. The small cramped space in the helicopter seethe with anger, worry and jealousy.

König was very much aware of Ghost and Soaps anger and jealousy towards him. He made sure to take it all in and ignore them. All he could think about was Sparrow.

Gaz and Price looked at each other and smiling to each other they shook their heads and looked outside. They both could feel the uneasy tension between the three men.

Sparrow carried her contact back to the rendezvous point when a gust of wind blew past her. She turned around quickly.

“Sparrow if I can’t have you then he can’t.”

“James don’t this.”

He ran towards her she dropped the man in her arms to block his attack but she felt his fingers digging into her side.

Looking down she remembered the gunshot wound she received hours earlier.

“I had this bullet specifically made for you. I remembered when Laswell figured out all of our weaknesses I remembered yours specifically.”

“Fuck!”

“That’s pain. Something your not use too.”

He pushed his fingers deeper into her wound she screamed. Grabbing holding of him she gritted her teeth while digging her claws into his shoulder and his cheeks.

Her screams echoed around them. König heard this and darted out of the helicopter. Running towards the sounds he saw the pair. Sparrow struggling as the stranger lifted her off the ground. She screamed while digging her claws into her attackers face.

James threw her towards him. König dropped his rifle to catch her. Falling to the ground he didn’t mind she flinched and whimpered in pain. Holding her he looked up to see the stranger but he was gone.

Captain Price and Ghost search the small area but nothing. He disappeared into thin air.

“Sparrow!”

“(Y/N)!”

“Look at me! Don’t close those beautiful green emeralds! Look at me!”

“Stay here!”

“I’m here with you!”

“Stay with me”

“Stay”

“Here with me”

Caressing her soft delicate face König tears fell onto her cheeks he held her tightly. Covering wound he stuffed more gauzes into her wound to stop the bleeding. She sniffled and opened her eyes slightly. Her eyes glowed blue. She smiled at him with her eyes slightly opened.

“My gentle giant”

“You’re eyes are like pools of an never ending ocean. I could simply get lost in them. Wouldn’t you.”

“I’m sorry I haven’t been truthful about myself and what we do?”

“What?!”

“What do you mean?”

“Hey hey stay with me?”

She fell asleep. Her pulse started to drop as the blood flowed from her wound. König scooped her up taking her back to the helicopter where two medics waited.

König handed her to them watching them treat her. The IV line set up in her arm she laid there lifeless. Her shallow breaths made his anxiety spike.

König kept his distance. Knowing his sheer size would make the medics nervous so he trembled in the corner watching them work.

Ghost kept his eyes on her breathing. Staring at the medics working he lost himself in watching over her. Soap held onto her soft delicate hand stroking her knuckles. Her shallow breathing left everyone on edge.

“ Captain Price, Lieutenant Ghost you’re gonna want to see this?”

Pulling from her wound they held a small bullet that penetrated her flesh. The medic then had a theory they wanted to test.

“For this particular mutant she has the ability to control her own body response to any attacks. Such as before when she was unconscious her flesh was impenetrable. But now she’s unconscious again but this time she exposed.”

Taking a scalpel the medic cut a small piece off her wound to remove the foreign bullet fragments.

Ghost leaned in beside Captain Price. He whispered to him.

Soap looked up to meet Gaz gaze he shook his head.

“She’ll make it. She’s strong mate.”

Gaz offered a small smile to Soap and looked back to Sparrow.

“Something about this mission doesn’t sit well with me.”

The ride back to base was sat in silence. Just as they arrived Laswell was waiting on the tarmac. She was accompanied by Colonel Norris and General Lyons.

Price notices this before landing.

“Gents we have company.”

König waits for everyone exit the helicopter watching the medics carry sparrow out on the stretcher he holds her hand.

He kisses her hand lightly through his mask. Rubbing her knuckles he takes notice of Laswell watching him. He stops and stands tall to his superiors.

“John”

“Laswell”

Laswell looked down and handed the folders and files over to Colonel Norris. She sighed heavily and looked down. She glanced over to Sparrow. Her eyes watered up and her heart felt heavy.

“Captain you are to hand over asset 16. She is to be under our care and you are relieved of her presence.”

Colonel Norris adjusted the files in his grasp looking at John and Ghost. He held a stoic demeanor.

“What’s the meaning of this?!”

John didn’t like the atmosphere of this meeting and this presence of Colonel Norris and let alone General Lyons.

“Captain! I don’t need to remind you of your position!”

“She is an asset to the US Government. Therefore she is our property.”

Norris stepped forward and pointed at Sparrow as she laid on the stretcher unconscious.

“Property, you fucking moppet. She’s a person not an object.”

John stepped in front of Norris. He stared him dead into his eyes. Laswell sighed and tried to speak but was silenced by General Lyons.

“John I suggest you watch your tone and have your men back down. If you fail to do so there will be consequences.”

Colonel Norris stepped beside Captain John he gaze met Sparrow as she was laying in the stretcher. Pushing his way past John.

“Are you threatening us Colonel”

Ghost stepped up beside John and stared daggers at Norris.

“John I suggest you back down or the consequences will be severe.”

John held back Ghost. Looking at him he nodded to him and Ghost turned around mumbling profusely. König stood in front of Sparrow as Norris approached her.

Before he could be near her König grabbed his hand.

“Fass sie nicht an!”

“John!”

Colonel Norris looked at König with a sickening grin on his face. Looking at him and back to Sparrow. Her lifeless form laid vulnerable to him and everyone around her.

“König!”

König released his hand and watched Norris examine his Sparrow.

His blood boiled at the sight of Colonel Norris looking at her. The smug sickening grin on his face made his blood boil with anger and rage. He wanted to so badly break his Colonel hand and bash his brains in for touching his Sparrow.

“Take her away. We leave tonight!”

Colonel Norris walked away but before he could do anything he spoke with the sickening smug on his face.

“Your Taskforce is being reassigned to a different location. John it’s to ensure there’s no distractions and to keep you away from our asset.”

“Who knows maybe we’ll breed another set of wolves just like her.”

Norris laughed at his disgusting comment about breeding her. The joke he made was not at all amusing to John.

“Touch her in any way you’ll answer to me Colonel. Keep your fucking moppets in line and away from her.”

Laswell had to hold back John. He lost his temper there for a moment.

König rushed over to John but was stopped by Soap.

“König!”

Just the sounds of Colonel Norris chuckle made König blood overflow with rage. He turned around punching one of the boxes that held equipment. As he passed Ghost and Soap, Gaz saw the dent left by König.

He walked away he had to cool off due to all the rage that was radiating from him.

Ghost turned back to Price.

Soap, Gaz shook their heads and watched as they loaded Sparrow up into the plane. Watching them strap her down. She was unconscious and unaware of the situation.

König walked pass everyone as he entered the base. Walking straight to the gym he opened the door and made his way straight to the punching bags.

Throwing a forceful strike he took all his anger and rage out of the bag before it ripped off the holder.

König couldn’t hold back his tears.

Falling to his knees he never felt so powerless and defeated until now. His sparrow the woman he loved so much. The only woman he fell so hard for had been just taken from him. And he stood there while they stole her from him. Those beautiful green emeralds. Just the image of them had been burned into his mind his memory of her.

Price walked over to Laswell he pulled her aside to speak to her about what they encountered hours earlier on their mission.

“Laswell you have so explaining to do!”

“What the fuck were we not informed about another rogue mutant.”

“John that’s classified.”

“Classified”

“We’re way beyond that Laswell. Better start explaining.”

“Not here”

Laswell looked around and sighed heavily she motioned for the men to follow her to a more secluded place.

Awhile the men were being led to a secluded location to discuss the classified information and nature of asset 16 aka Sparrow.

König sat in darkness crying his heart out. His lover had just been stole from him. Right in front of him. He felt so helpless.

“I’ve never felt so alone never have I felt this broken before.”

“I’m not the man I need to be. I have to find a way to get mein hase back.”

König continued his days but he was more quiet. He only spoke when he was spoken too. Deep down he was plotting when he was gonna find his hase and bring her back to him.

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A few days later

“Where am I!”

“Laswell!”

“You promised me I wouldn’t come back here!”

“You gave me your word!”

“Please!”

She slumped down and held her knees. Tears fell to her cheeks. The collar on her neck the blue prison jumper made all her nightmares come back again. This is where she started and now she’s back to square one again

“König where are you? Please find me?”

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Fandom: Call of Duty Pairing: Sebastian Krueger x Female reader Summary: your fuck buddy takes you in the shower. Length: Medium Tagging: @synnersaint @shyjellyfish26 @kosmokenny @butterscotch-babie @cesneo @deaddainish @allkot @jacket-slut99 @hers-area @1-fuzzy-squirrels @hailmesuckers @ella-bella-ella @spookylilbay @t6ylors @salamanderstuff @hh-spnxx @akii1833 @malyshka-3 @etoilebleue @gremlingottoosilly @talktothemoon2 Warnings: NSFW 18 + ONLY, strong language, explicit content, established relationship, voyeurisms (ya'll are fucking in a shower so that counts), unprotected p in v, swallowing, cum eating, detailed smut.

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He wasn't a creepy by any means, he was more observant; a fly on the wall, curious in nature. Intrusive thoughts lead to intrusive visions and the more he sat and dwelled on them the more obsessed he'd become. These feelings were not on his radar. There was no expectation, no limits, no planned process. Fly by the seat of his pants, devil may care, play things but ear but then he happened to meet you. And all that flew right out the fucking window.

Uh oh.

This was new, very new territory for the man. He'd been requested, specifically by a man named captain John Price of the 141. He'd be on retainer, handsomely paid, taken care of with the highest respect. With the sum he'd been offered who was he to turn it down? A little stint, all expenses paid as well, was a dream. As he thought of where he'd vacation after you had stepped into the frame. Shattered what resolve he'd had, the walls he'd neatly laid by hand, trauma after trauma.

You touched your ear, earrings dangling in the light and handed Price a neat stack of color coded folders one early afternoon. You looked at him. Sebastian thought you'd be nervous, skittish, afraid even by his head to toe covering, sitting widely at the back of the briefing room, taking up as much space as he needed. But you didn't. He'd later found out why.

He'd heard the name König once or twice in passing, a monster, a thief in the night, the boogeyman. If you weren't scared of König then there's no way you'd be scared of him. And you weren't. You were sweet on him just as he was to you. If he wasn't careful you'd give him a toothache.

It started with casual pleasantries.

Good morning, Krueger.

Gut Morgen my dear.

Two sugars, right?

No pickles.

You fell asleep once with your head against his bicep, exhausted, wiped out. Your head was so small in comparison to his arm, he could crush you like a bug. He'd done so with enemies of the past. He just looked down at you with a smile behind his head covering, blushing a little as you shifted deeper into his side.

You were never in field. Kept safe on base or at the rendezvous point. Out of sight, out of harm and yet even though you were never with him on the battlefield, you were on his mind. Maybe you felt it. Some telekinesis going on but as he laid low, out of harms way on a rooftop in the scorching Sahara, his comms crackled to life.

"Come in Krueger, what's your location?"

"Rooftop. Ten clicks south of the point, target inbound."

"Good. Ghost and Sergeant soap are on their way, wait for my go ahead before clearing the building."

"Roger that."

"Hey Sebastian?"

The sound of his birth name, coming from your mouth made him suddenly hyper aware and stiff. You only ever called him Krueger and it was in that very moment, that dusty hot second that he realized you'd canceled everyone else out, this was a one on one channel.

Alone.

"Ja?"

"You get this job done and make it back to base in one piece," your voice paused and returned momentarily with a smile he could only imagine. "I'll let you buy me dinner."

He'd never gotten a job done quicker than that. No wasted ammo, no casualties. His black heart was full and pumping when he boarded the helo, shoving their prisoner to the wall, seatbelt maybe a little too tight but for good reason, keep him for safe travel and questioning. He had a pep in his step and a grin on his face the whole time.

No one suspected a thing.

You were too cool, too aloof and breezy to let anything unsavory exist. He wondered how did it. How you could be so vulnerable, docile and submissive behind closed doors but be this calm outside of them. Balance, he supposed.

He watched you chat with Gaz, laughing at one of his many told jokes, one he'd heard a handful of times since joining the company. He could only muse how many times you must've heard it.

Kreuger leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed, listening but not paying any attention oh no. His sole attention was on you. How you smiled, the way you gently touched his Kyle's shoulder, the way your eyes glinted in the awful florescent lighting. The curve of your mouth, the tilt of your hip. The way your face changed when you caught him watching you.

You were trouble.

A brat.

The way you just so happen to let slip that you'd been needing a long hot shower after this exhausting week let him know your next move. Which meant Sebastian knew his.

It wasn't too long after departure did he venture out of his temporary quarters. A plain grey dresser and matching desk, walk in closet that was mostly bare save for a few key items and his toiletries, a decent king sized bed that he'd fucked you on all four corners of. The first of many late nights and bj's were had on those crisp sheets.

He waited until the rookies had their lights out checks before he slipped out of his room, a heavy towel around his bare shoulders, his tattoos and scars on display as he made his way down to the showers. Luckily the staff had their own private showers, no sharing or horseplay in there. There were at least stalls and cubicles for safety and privacy. Perfect. Krueger made sure the coast was clear before slipping into the room. The sound of a powerful shower head filled the space, warm steam and the scent of your body wash cloaked him in perverse glee. He double locked the door, holding onto the ends of his towel around his shoulders, Sebastian strutted through the locker room. He could hear you humming, coming around one of the corners he caught you with your face dripping with water, the palms of your hands at your eyes.

"Well what have we here?"

His thick accent made you jump and cover your not so private parts. You twisted and turned you're body to shield yourself.

"Krueger! You scared me you little perv, you're not supposed to be in here."

He laughed at your display, still soapy and slick. "I am not Krueger when we are alone, remember? Or… does my little toy need some reminding?"

"Sebastian!"

"What?"

"You can't… what if someone else is in here?"

"There isn't."

"How do you know?"

"Hallo!!??" He shouted, cupping around his mouth, he smiled in silence. "See? It's just you, me and the terrible water pressure."

You scoffed at that.

"Well… are you going to finish cleaning up or what?"

"With you watching?"

"Ja. Why not?"

"I feel like a goldfish." You admitted, still keeping some of your dignity which Krueger thought was cute.

"My dear, I have seen you much more compromising positions than simply bathing."

"That's not the point." You stuttered and looked down at your toes. "Should I perhaps join you then, schatzi? Would that be better?"

The water from your lashes streaked down your cheeks when you smiled and held out your soapy loofah. "Much."

….

He'd said it plenty of times before; you never looked better but each time it was a lie for the next time he got you alone. The suds of soap on your already soft and wet skin glistened in the low light, dripping down your arms, your legs, how the soap clung to your collarbones.

Beautiful.

Krueger removed his face covering, his belly flipped when you eyes him up and down as he stepped out of his sweats, kicking them aside along with his towel. Your traveling eyes only furthered his confidence as he came into your shower cubicle.

His wingspan was enough to block you in the tight quarters, the water rushed over your curves as you backed up, letting him into the space. His mind played tricks and thought intrusively that he could bust down these bricks like cardboard at the look you were giving him just then.

"Is this better, mein schatz?"

"Come closer." You breathed and moved around the shower, keeping your eyes locked on his as it was his turn to stand underneath the water. It splashed and dribbled down his body, his muscles warming in its delicate embrace.

Your hands looked so small whenever you touched him, going over his abdomen with the soapy loofah. He didn't mind that he'd be smelling like mango and shea. He found it pleasing, reminded him of you and suddenly the thought of having to buy a bottle of the stuff to occupy his toiletries once he left this place made him a little somber.

He didn't want to leave you.

The big killing man had a soft spot for you.

Sure, the others gave him shit for following you around like you had some invisible leash around his neck, he'd break fingers and backs of any of your enemies if given the lucky chance. He did so with ease because he was the one to warm your bed, make you laugh and hold you close.

Better to just fuck it out, his feelings could sort themselves down as they circled down the drain.

Your begging made him harder, you both knew his cock fit but to hear you beg for it, plead for him to give it to you made him feral. He grabbed your hip hard and placed your foot on the soap dish partition as he leaned forward, teasing you both as he tapped the head of his cock against your clit, slipping the shaft between your folds. He didn't press in right away, making you arch and pull him closer with a hand on the nape of his neck.

"Make it fit, Sebastian. Make it fit. Stretch me out." You whined, watching him rock his cock up against your folds, coating him with your arousal.

"That's what you want, hmm? Are you worried it won't?" Krueger teased, smiling at your focused face.

"I just…I just want it in me," you batted your lashes then, inching your pussy forward, begging for a little more friction, something only his cock could seem to reach. "I need you."

"Ah, and not just five minutes ago you were shooing me out of here, no? Now look at you, looking to get fucked in the showers by a visiting war criminal."

"Are you trying to turn me on even more?" Your giggle melted into a satisfied moan when he stuffed himself inside you. Thick, rock hard pulsing muscle sinking in deeper. You rested your head on his shoulder the closer he got.

"Oh fuck. That's it."

"This what you wanted, my dear? How quickly you fold for me, ja? How quickly your resolve leaves your body once you are full of me."

Krueger taunted, circling his hips as he held your ankle on the soap dish. His other hand came up to cup your breast as he really started to move and fuck you.

It was so hot and dirty, soap slick skin, sloppy wet kisses caught in between. You licked inside his mouth, your nails scratching down his back. You matched his enthusiasm, moving in unison.

Krueger planted his feet along the slick floor, grunting your name, panting out little phrases.

"Good girl."

"Keep it coming, baby. That's it."

"Good job baby, good job taking it all in."

"Ohhh you are really trying to milk my cock, hmmm? Go on then, squeeze me, squeeze it all out."

You sunk your teeth into his shoulder, keening and begging for more. The grey cloud of leaving you, this moment, this kind of sex crept around his shoulders. He hated it, shaking his head, wetting his face under the water.

"It's so good. You're so good," you cooed, petting his face and staring blissfully into his eyes. "So so good to me."

Krueger would be lying if your admittance didn't steal his breath. How you looked, in general and the way you looked at him like he was everything. Some precious jewel, a forbidden item. He licked his lips and kissed you hard, holding you somehow closer as his cock brushed up deep, nudging a spot inside your cunt that drove you wild. You bit his tongue.

"Oh shit, do that again! Fuck that's good."

"Ja, you like that? Like how I fit so perfectly in your perfect little cunt," Sebastian chuckled as you nodded frantically. "Wish I could take you with me. Keep you like trinket. Fuck, clench around me."

"I am." You moaned.

Sebastian paused, lifting your chin from his shoulder, cupping your cheek. He blinked rapidly.

"I put in a transfer."

"What? Why?"

"Why not? I'm not even from here!"

He gave you sideways look, brows coming together, broken pieces of him were being molded together, weaved together with whatever witchcraft you had. He would never get enough.

"Fuck yes." Krueger kissed you again, sweeter than the last but there was more feeling behind it. "You're mine. All mine now."

Your sobs for more boosted his already incredibly high ego, making him fuck you faster, made him feral with desire as he pinched your nipples, bit the side of your neck, groaned almost pathetically into your ear, licked the shell of it. He called you every beautiful word he knew, huffing when you sang his name.

"Fuck I'm… it's coming, I'm coming, Make me cum, please! I need it, I need it so badly. I'm gonna' cum so fucking hard, don't stop don't stop don't--"

"Atta' girl, there's my girl, Moan it out baby, let me hear it. Let me know how good you feel right now." Krueger sighed when you responded in kind, whining and throbbing your release around him. He wasn't going to last much longer either, everything felt so decadent and warm and safe.

Sebastian pulled out, fucking his fist instead but lost his balance as you suddenly dropped down to your knees, your hot mouth on his cock, tasting yourself along with his pre-cum made him groan. His breath hiccupped the deeper you took him down your throat.

"Fuck… that's it baby, good God you're so good at taking cock. Doesn't matter which hole. Swallow it down, that's it. Be a good girl, fuck… swallow it all down. It's coming baby, get that pretty mouth ready for me. I can't---I'm coming. Here it comes baby."

You looked like a goddess down there, swallowing his load, gulping it down. You barely showed him your empty mouth before he hauled your ass back up to your feet, crushing you into a sudsy embrace. He kissed you again, tasting everything.

"You are everything to me." He confessed.

"That's why I'm coming with you. Where you go, I go."

He'd figure something out, he thought as the water began to chill. Mixing business with pleasure was always a toss up, could make for a shaky foundation but that's the thing with balance.

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