Heya!!! I don’t know if you take writing requests but what about König at Oktoberfest with reader? I feel like he’d be like a giddy toddler or something🥰
Oh my gosh I love this so much. I needed to make something immediately because this is so good. I know it's a bit quick, but I hope you enjoy!
Also, to anyone wondering, I DO TAKE REQUESTS AND I LOVE ASKS. Please do not be afraid to reach out. Sometimes I'm slow to respond, but trust I do like them. Makes me feel special.
"W-Where is the Austrian representation!?"
You patted König's back gently, "Honey, it's a German celebration."
"It is, but it is also Austrian!" König huffed, "it's the culture! Not just one stupid fat bloated-bordered country that nobody even likes!"
"Actually, I like-"
"Where is the representation of my people?" König pointedly cut you off and gestured out to the crowd, "why is everything red, black and yellow?"
"Well, if it was red white and black that might cause some problems."
König peered down at you from behind his mask as though you'd just spat on his shoe. He narrowed his eyes and sniffed.
"Look, why don't you go and have fun?" you gently ushered him to the next stall of pretzels, "look, you love these!"
"I am not going to be won over by-Are those caramel pretzels!? We need to get one now."
You sighed, but obediently pulled out your wallet. If nothing else, it would at least get him to shut up about the 'lack of Austrian representation' for about five minutes before he scarfed it down.
The vendor was all smiles and cheers as you took the pretzels from him and passed one to König.
"Oh these were made fresh," he muttered as he took a big bite.
You nibbled on one and looked around happily. The world was abuzz with joyous shouts, the smell of fried food and blue skies bending above. Carnival rides were whirling in the distance in a clamour of bright lights and whirling machinery that made you dizzy just looking at it. Meanwhile, steins of beers were being carried around by cheery women with bright wide smiles.
"Are you looking for a beer?" you asked as you sat down at a wood picnic table.
"Or some sausages," König looked around hopefully, "there's bound to be some good ones."
"I think I see a vendor just over-"
"On my way!"
You watched the retreating form of your boyfriend as he bounded away, all social anxiety temporarily forgotten in his sheer joy. You never thought you'd see the day that König actually looked happy when out in public. In fact, he seemed delighted despite the cacophony of sights and sounds all around you.
You could see some pigs rolling on some straw in the shade in the distance. A couple of children carrying streamers pranced by as their nervous parents chased after them through the crowd.
When König came back, he had a sausage in each hand and was balancing a third in his arms.
"You got one for me?" you asked.
"Nein," König shoved the bun into his mouth, chewed, then without swallowing said, "you can get your own."
"Rude," you muttered more to yourself than anyone else.
"If you fill up on sausage you won't get a chance to have any of the good cheeses," König swallowed and thumped his chest, "fuck I need a beer. I'll be back."
Once again, König left you to your own devices. You managed to grab a few good pictures before he was by your side again, this time handing you a drink.
"So you do remember I exist," you laughed as you took a sip.
König belched and rubbed his stomach as he sat down, "Excuse me, Of course I remember! I just didn't think you wanted a sausage. Did you?"
You looked down at your half-finished pretzel, "Maybe later."
"We can get one later," König agreed before raising his bask to tip the rest of his beer back in three quick swigs.
"Jesus König that's like, an entire pint there," you muttered as he slammed the glass down on the table.
"Don't worry," König laughed, "I still have room for more!"
"You always have room for more," you grumbled as he finished the last of the second sausage.
"Well, maybe don't give me such good food," König snorted and took another bite, "anyways, today is a day to celebrate! Let's have fun!"
You didn't want to tell him that most of the fun you were having came from seeing what he'd do next.
"Why don't we do some carnival games?" you offered, "unless you're too drunk."
"I've only had three beers," König shook his head with a scoff.
"Correction: You've had three pints of beer."
"So?" König finished off the sausage and held out a hand to help you stand, "now come on, there's a booth I see over there. We need to go!"
You laughed as he tugged you along behind him. It wasn't often that you got to see König so happy out in public, but you never wanted to see the end of it.
You said before that könig is a big baby when he's sick, how does he react to us getting sick? Does he try to be helpful or does he avoid us like the plague lol
Okay so König has no qualms with sickness. This man has been coated in every bodily fluid at some point in his life (and yes I do mean every, he's lived a pretty interesting life) so he is more than fine to handle you.
However, he's a nightmare because he won't let you just relax and be sick. No, König is the king of old wives tale cures. When the day starts, he's forcing you out of bed to brush your hair and teeth because dammit neglecting self hygiene is not an option when this man is living in your house. If you exercise or do stretches in the morning, you just bet that he's making you stretch when you get up. If you exercise, he won't force you to the gym but he will take you on a short walk to 'get some fresh air'. Little does he know that the streets of the city do not count as fresh air in any way whatsoever. His Austrian ass is opening every window in the house to get airflow for you. He's a nightmare.
He's also cooking for you. Thank the heavens he has some common sense to not give you what he eats when he's sick. He'll cook something light and easy for you that won't upset your already weak stomach. He's a devil about making you eat though. He'll force it down, one way or another. At least he'll try until you shove him away. Speaking of, he will try to feed you because he thinks it's romantic and sweet, despite the fact that you look like actual death.
He's determined to keep you clean and fresh. This means he's changing your bed while you're in the bed. It's a bit obnoxious but he just cares about keeping you clean. This also means he runs baths for you or helps you stand for a shower. If you're really unable to leave bed, he'll give you a sponge bath because you're not going to be sitting in sickness.
He will totally cuddle you though. He has no fear of getting sick, after all. He's got a ridiculous immune system. Whether this is from him being naturally strong, or if it's because of his time in the military or from his habit of eating expired food, you'll never know. I'd say you shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth and just accept his cuddles.
There's only one (1) downside to König cuddle sessions. He's hot. No, not like that (yes like that), but like he's a human furnace. It's awful. He's holding you right up to his chest when you get a hot flash but he's fallen asleep so you're trapped in place, sweltering against him.
That said, it's nice to have him around. He'll tell you about his day when he gets home and he'll watch your comfort movies with you (and he'll talk through them because he's an old dad at heart) and he'll keep you well cared for. He's a good partner after all.
How would konig behave with reader being mad/upset w him??
Okay so this goes two ways. One is when he doesn't think it's serious, and the other way is how he is when he genuinely thinks there's a major issue.
So if it's something small and you tell him that it's something small, he will be a total ass. Like, he digs his heels in and gets all stubborn and grumpy about it because he's the man of the house and it's his way or the highway (read: fix it yourself). If you can't fix it yourself, he'll help, but he'll be complaining the whole way like an angry old man. He's an angry old man at heart, and I believe in this headcanon deep within my soul.
So if it's small, he just is annoying to deal with because he's stubborn and grumpy. He'll budge if you really need him to do something, but he won't be tripping over himself to make it up to you.
However, when it's something serious (a 'we need to talk' type of conversation), he will be the one to make you talk. You can't avoid an insertion specialist. He will barge into your life and there's nothing you can do about it.
Like when he's angry (as discussed in this post) he will sit down and talk. If you need space, he'll give you space, but he expects you to tell him when you're ready to talk. If you try shaking him off and don't tell him the problem, he can't help you. If you don't say what's wrong, he can't read your mind so he can't help. He's a man, not a magician.
He is a good listener though. He'll listen to what you have to say and he'll try to find solutions. If there's something he needs to change, he will either do his best to change or, if he can't, he'll be honest with you and try to find another solution. He's a firm believer in compromises in relationships.
So ultimately, if it's something like 'König please stop hogging all the blankets' he's going to consider that a you problem. An issue not an ish-me, ya feel? If it's something like 'I don't like it when you do x because it reminds me of y', then he'll be there to hash it out and figure out solutions. He's too practical to be in that sort of drama.
Fundamentally, if it's a big issue, he'll do what he can to make things right. He values relationships more than most, so he'll do what he can to treasure his relationship with you.
riffing off socially awkward deeply anxious König, do you think he would do better digitally? chatting with someone he met online or someone who streams an obscure game? you have a lovely relationship with him and then before you meet in person he's like so. i'm. very. awkward. as a real person. i might not. talk a lot. you'll be carrying the conversation, don't take it personally. you have a captive audience for ANY topic. anything. you want. and why is it going to be a/b/o's spn origins
Okay yes this absolutely. I can totally write something for that. I hope this story suffices!
Now, I have no idea what you mean by the omegaverse, but I could try making an omegaverse!König if you’d like. I do not understand by spn omegaverse origins. Please feel free to either respond here or ask in my inbox. It should be open??? Tell me if it isn’t.
Anyways, onto the story! More below the cut.
König Prefers Quiet Time
König is a voracious reader, so he’s rather verbose and eloquent when online. His messages are witty, insightful, yet practical and grounded. He’s quick to become your best online friend. After all, he’s so well-spoken! He writes beautiful paragraphs that are easy and amusing to read. It’s rare to find such a delightful person online.
And he’s so quick to win over your heart. Whenever he can be, he there’s for you. He’ll take pictures and videos of sights on deployment or jot down little stories to tell you when he can. Sometimes he can drop off the face of the earth, but he’ll be back online soon enough and messaging you about how his latest mission went and what he did (within reason, can’t give away secrets).
Every time he comes back online, you know you’re in for a good time. Whether it’s him complaining about teammates, or having to argue about directions with a local, he’s got fantastic (yet terribly awkward) stories about his days. He always says he’s so shy and hates social situations, and sure he sometimes sounds a bit strange when he recounts the stories, but they're so fun that you don't really take in how it would look from an outside perspective. Sure, he sounds a bit dorky in these stories, but still so eloquent! He’s got this little way of describing things with abstract metaphors that make you smile and wish you were there by his side.
It took a lot to convince him to have a relationship with you. It’s not that he doesn’t like you, it’s that you ask to meet up in person. He tells you that he’s happy to meet you, but then why does he suddenly have more missions? He’s so punctual, but he missed his flight? When he goes on about having a stubbed toe, you have to put your foot down. You want to see him, and that’s final.
Begrudgingly, he books a vacation with you.
When you go to pick him up from the airport, the first thing that stands out about him is how tall he is. Then how big. You didn’t think they made people in that size. This guy has Shaquille O’Neil running for his money. Like, how? And then you realize that he’s crouching down to make himself look smaller. It’s insanity. At the very least, he’s easy to pick out in a crowd, what with his hood and all. You do worry about him fitting in the car, though.
So you go up to him, and then he sees you and he looks nothing but elated. It’s a beautiful moment between you two. In that hectic airport, with people calling in many languages and bags squeaking and the cars outside honking and revving their engines, it’s perfectly silent and beautiful. It’s a wonderful moment that you think you’ll cherish until you die.
The next moment is where it all falls apart.
He accidentally drops his bag and it spills everywhere. He scrambles to pick it up and he keeps looking around with wide eyes of terror so you take pity on the poor lad and lean down to help. He then promptly stands up and cracks the crown of his head against your nose and now your nose is bleeding and oh no he dropped his bag again and now he’s apologizing and then he’s rushing to the bathroom and you’re left with the realization that you fell in love with an absolute mess.
By the time he’s back, your nose has stopped bleeding and you’re packing his belongings back into his pack. He tries to silently offer you tissues, so you take them and wipe your nose tenderly, but when you make a joke about it he doesn’t say anything. Odd, but maybe he’s just a bit frazzled.
You’re driving back home when he finally says his first words to you besides ‘hi’, ‘sorry’ and ‘oh no’.
“Thank you,” he says as he stares at the road ahead.
“What, for the drive?” you laugh, “it’s no problem! I mean, it’s not too bad. It’s about an hour’s drive, but I’m fine with that!”
König says nothing, just nods as you speak. You’re starting to worry that you picked up the wrong person. Where was the confident and friendly man you spoke to online? Where was his friendly joking? At least you now understand his awkward and amusing stories he told you, because even though you love him, you can’t help but feel terribly awkward. If he’s this bad with you, you can only imagine how bad it is with others.
You were prepared for someone who was going to talk your ear off, but you felt like you just picked up a skinwalker instead. Was he even blinking? You can’t tell. He looks shell-shocked as he gazes off into the distance.
“So, um, how was the flight?” you ask with a wide smile.
“Gut.”
Anything more? No? Nothing more. Well, that’s helpful.
“Did they give you anything to eat on the flight? Are you hungry?” you ask, hoping to pry more than a couple words out of him.
“I ate,” he says quietly.
You nod and bite your lip. So this is what it was going to be like?
You take him into your home. For the entire night he refuses to take a step outside.
By the time noon rolls around the next day, you decide to take the initiative and knock on his door.
“Hey, König?” you call.
You get a hum from behind the door.
“Can I come in?” you ask nervously.
There’s a pause, then a hiss and a curse, then the door opens.
“Thanks,” you whisper as you squeeze by him, but he doesn't move to let you in any easier.
König sits delicately on the edge of the bed while you sit on a stool across from him. You look at each other for a few moments before you crack.
“Am I… Am I not what you thought I’d be?” you ask nervously.
König tilts his head as he narrows his eyebrows.
“I mean, just…” you sigh, “you talked so much online, but you’ve barely said a word since I picked you up from the airport. Are you okay? Is there something wrong?”
You hesitate for a moment, before you tack on, “Is there something wrong with us?”
König’s eyes slowly widen before he shakes his head quickly, the fabric swinging like a dog shaking after a dip in a lake.
“Nein, you are…” he gestures towards you with one hand, “you are perfect. It’s just… Ah…”
You brace yourself.
“I am not good at talking,” he admits.
You deflate. That’s it? He’s not good at talking?
“But you’re fine online,” you point out.
“Ja, but this is… It is different,” he sighs, “I am not good at talking to people in person. It is.. Scary. I do not like to talk much.”
You nod as you listen carefully.
“So…” you rub your thumb over your kneecap, “would you like me to do most of the talking for us? Would that make things easier for you?”
König nodded quickly.
You laugh as you feel your shoulders relax.
“Great. I think I can do that.”
From then on, the visit is wonderful. Now that you know that König just isn’t great at talking in person, it’s a delight to talk to him. Sometimes you think you talk at him, but you realize pretty quickly that he’s listening attentively to everything you say. He’s a delight to speak to. If you ever lose your train of thought, he’s quick to help you get it back so he can listen to you further.
You realize pretty quickly that he worries too much. When you take him out to places, he’s nervous and flighty. The louder and more chaotic, the worse his social anxiety gets. As such, you find yourself going to more quiet areas. You chill and relax in quiet cafes, go to the aquarium at night, even play some games at a board game cafe in the middle of the day, when there’s nobody else there.
He’s a friendly man, all things considered. You also quickly learn the basis of his awkward stories.
You’re at a grocery store when you see it in action.
“Oh my God you’re so tall!” a woman looks up at your boyfriend with wide eyes.
König barely turns to acknowledge her, but he gives her a curt nod.
“Can you, like, help me with something?” she asks eagerly.
König looks down at you, then back to the woman.
“What is it?” his voice is sharply cold, and you can see the woman wince.
“Well, um, there’s this thing on the top shelves, and I was hoping you could get it for me?” she says, a bit nervously.
“What is it?” he’s somehow worse than last time.
“Um, uh, I can show it to you?” she offers meekly.
“I need to know what it is,” König practically tears her head off with how brutal he sounds.
You grab his hand and squeeze slightly, but it seems like it’s all going downhill too quickly.
“It’s-”
König turns to face her abruptly and she’s stumbling back before scurrying off. König watches her go, then turns to you.
“Why did she go?” he asks innocently. You can hardly believe him.
“König…” you start slowly, “is that how you usually speak to strangers?”
He thinks for a moment, then nods.
“König I think I know why you think people hate you.”
König’s eyebrows raise up for a moment, “You do?”
You nod, and give him a brief explanation. You can see his brain doing somersaults in his head, practically melting out his ears as his entire world view is shattered before him. Before he can respond properly, the woman is coming back with security in tow.
It’s no wonder König has so many interesting awkward stories.
I hope you're feeling better and that your day is going okay ❤️.
I love seeing the dynamics in the cat hybrid au with reader, Konig, and Horangi! I know they both want to share the reader, but what is their relationship like? Are they lovers, or is it a kind of fwb thing going. If so, were they together before they met reader? Like what's their history with each other 👀. I would love to see how relationship dynamics is explored between hybrids and how it differs from humans.
Sorry if it sounds pressuring of me dumping all these questions 😅. I adore your writing style and how you're able to characterize those two so well, especially given that all that's provided are voice lines, limited info provided by the VA's, and the character designs. Kudos to you👏. I hope both sides of your pillow are cool and that your room is just the right temperature to have the fattest nap ever. 🫶
No no don't feel bad! Instead get mad at me for not answering asks until now! I get so bad at it. It's partially why my asks are always open. I just get to them in my own time when I can. But I always get around to it! The only thing I delete are the spam asks which are really super annoying and they make me so made oh my gosh and-
Anyways, back to some regularly scheduled CatTac
König and Horangi started off as close friends when in the lab. In all honestly, relationships were a foreign concept and heavily discouraged. However, once they were set free, they really only had each other. It took a long time, but one day, after a long day, Horangi just cuddled in with König. He shifted back to human and König followed, and Horangi kissed him. He thought König would push him away, but he didn't. It seemed that both of them needed a moment of softness.
In time, the relationship grew. König and Horangi both realize that a relationship is exactly what they need. Sometimes it tends to be more friendly, more often it's a relationship between two lovers. They act like an old married couple, with Horangi being the bossy little man bullying König into doing what he wants. But they both like it that way. Anyways, when it comes down to it, König is the one making decisions. It's very silly. Everyone thinks Horangi is the one in control, but König's the one calling the shots. It's very, very silly.
Horangi will be buzzing around, bouncing and yowling and going on about something and König can just swat him and Horangi will go dead silent. Or at least he's quiet until something else gets stuck in his head and he just has to talk about it. Now. Now please.
Reader ends up being a little bit of a gap closer between them. Horangi isn't one for physical affection, König craves it. Reader can cuddle König. Horangi really loves to yap. König's mostly silent. Reader turns out to be a great conversationalist. Reader fills the gaps they can't, and they love her all the more for it.
They sorta pass reader between them without much thought. If anything, it's up to reader to put up boundaries to give herself some peace and quiet.
Now, as to characterizing, I kinda flip flop. König has barely any character at all, so I just make it up as I go. They boy is mine. He has Activision's name but that boy is my own construction. He's got bare elements from the bio, but I really turned him into my own baby. It's very unhealthy. Activision owns him, I gave him the love he needed.
Horangi is weird. I like to focus on the party-hard fail-hard part of him. But he's also a calm and collected soldier in a PMC. He misses the silliness of his old life, which is why he's always up to mischief. However, he knows when to lock in. He's got that perfect balance of dumb fuckery and calm that I love to play with. I really do like making Horangi a guy who loves to fuck around and find out. Guy fucked around and found out hard enough to have to run from his own country. The man creates chaos wherever he goes, and he loves it.
So yeah, I fluctate on the characters. I like making them their own, outside of CoD. I really say I only write CoD in theory, but in practise they're not in character at all. It's just pure silliness over here. Don't expect grounded, lore-focused characters from me. Just silly.
For the cat AU, how would the guys react if you brought a guy home? Like if it’s some repair guy but he’s not wearing a uniform so the guys think you brought him just to hang out
Horangi and König would most likely be a bit distressed. König would definitely be on guard, but Horangi would be on attack-mode. They'd be watching in horror as you let him in through the door.
Horangi would look over at König to get permission to attack, König would put a paw on his as a way to tell him to wait.
They'd both watch carefully as you let the man through the door. Horangi isn't able to stop himself from growling when the repairman goes to pet him, König snorts irritably when the guy scratches the nice spot between his ears. If nothing else, at least he's an animal lover??? Maybe they can work this out. Maybe? Do humans share like hybrids do?
Horangi and König are spiralling when the guy goes out. You're smiling and laughing when he comes back in and OH. HE HAS TOOLS.
Horangi and König immediately relax when he goes over to the washing machine/thermostat/sink and gets to work. The man's happily chatting away as he works, occasionally asking for a glass of water or about when/why/how this happened. This man is no threat. He's just... A man?
Horangi is a bit offended that he's wrong about who this man was. He's supposed to have a good judge of character! He has no idea why he got so upset in the first place.
König is just relieved. As the cuddly cat, he's willing to walk over and relax by the man's side. If anything, maybe he can learn how to fix this problem himself. No need for a handyman if your boyfriend can handle it, right? That's what König keeps thinking to himself, at least.
In the end, König and Horangi are feeling a bit stupid by the end of it, but they're relieved nobody's trying to take their spot. If anything, they can relax when he leaves. Horangi tries to rub his head all over you to get rid of the workman's scent. König just lays on your lap, as per usual.
Later, when you've gone to bed, König and Horangi stay up late watching youtube videos to figure out how to fix the problem themselves. They both make a silent vow to be the best handymen you'll ever get in town.
binge reading your works is my best part of the day ><
anyways, I'd like to request kidnapper!könig with an apathetic reader, so tired they decide to stop reacting! (I just need to see könig comfort and cuddle his beloved)
I am so so sorry for not getting to this sooner. As I stated in the last post, I’ve been without a permanent address (but I’m staying with friends) so it’s been hard to find time. I keep hunting for a place to live, but sadly the rental scene is not kind to people on disability. I do not have much money to go anywhere, but I keep trying!
Anyways, I tried to follow the ask, but maybe the ending might be a bit too much? I kept it a bit ambiguous, so you can take it as you will. Either way, it’s a nice fluffy bath scene which should be all fluffy and good for all of us. Lord knows I need to take a shower! I might do that soon actually…
How long had you been here? You’d been staring at these same four walls for days, maybe weeks now. You could see the sun rise in a tiny dingy window up above before setting far far away from where you sat. The moon followed suit like a faithful servant to their glorious master. You only watched with dim eyes.
König came down multiple times every day to speak to you. You couldn’t find it in yourself to respond to him. Instead, you listened to him prattle about his every day. You learned he was ex military, discharged for an ‘accident’ related to his mental health. He didn’t go into detail. You didn’t ask.
Listening to him prattling on about whatever was on his mind that day helped make the days pass by quicker. The dull and insipid meals he presented to you quickly ramped up in quality. His meals became elaborate, and though some were blunders, he was quickly learning and adapting. However, it was all lost on your dull tongue.
At this point, you wondered if there was any difference between spending time in the world outside or being locked away in this basement. The mattress was hard and your back was beginning to hurt. Your arms ached when you lay on your side, but what else was there to do? It didn’t matter that he piled a plethora of hobbies and crafts around your bed in a desperate hope to invigorate you. It was all lost on you.
Heavy bootsteps trod down the creaking wooden stairs like the treading of a great machine. His gears creaked as he ducked under the doorway, and he grunted a cloud of smoke as he approached you. When he neared, he smelled of cigarettes and beer, but there was something else that was hidden deep beneath. If you weren’t so tired, maybe you would’ve been intrigued, but instead you simply shallowed your breathing to avoid taking in his pungent odor.
“Pet, why are you so sad?” you felt rough calloused fingers trace along your cheek. It felt nice, but you couldn’t bear to give in to his advances.
“When can I go outside?” you retorted.
König slumped into a crestfallen crouch, “Not for some time. If you are good, then you can go out, ja?”
“Aren’t I good now?” you sighed.
König shook his head.
“Being sad does not mean you are good,” König stroked your matted hair, “I bring you hairbrushes and combs, yet you still don’t take care of yourself. I even got your skincare from your old place. Yet still, you won’t wash your face. When did you last brush your teeth?”
You shrugged, “A while ago.”
König chortled as he walked away, “I can tell. Let’s get you cleaned up. Maybe that will make you feel better?”
You didn’t bother reacting. You knew there was no point.
König drew a bath for you in the other room for you. You could smell the sweet scents wafting through the air, and despite yourself, you relaxed. When he unlocked your cuffs and carried you to the washroom, you took in the hot steamy air that had fogged the bathroom mirror. The lights were off, but sweet scented candles had been set out for you. When you were placed down, he’d made sure to set you on a puffy bath mat.
“There, my pet,” König murmured as he brushed your sides down, “now let’s get you undressed. Raise your arms for me.”
You did as he asked. You’d learned that despite his rough and irritable ways, he was a gentle giant around you. He took care to touch you as little as possible as he took off your clothes, tossing them into the laundry for you before helping guide you to sit in the bathroom.
You let out a sigh as he carefully helped you lay back. You hated how perfect everything was. It would’ve been so much easier to hate him if he weren’t so damn loveable. Everyone you knew would have been sickened by how easily you let this man take control of you. You never thought of escaping, but König didn’t know that. He was still so worried that you’d leave. It pained you, in a strange way. How could you care for him so deeply but also hate his entire existence? Was it worth thinking about? It didn’t matter. You were trapped in this basement, and you doubted you would ever feel the sun on your skin again.
“Oh pet, why won’t you smile anymore?” König mourned as he sudsed a washcloth for you.
“Why should I?” you snorted.
“Because I am here for you now,” König reminded you, as though it wasn’t the constant of your every day.
He set the washcloth aside and squirted some of your shampoo on his hands. When he sunk his hands in your greasy hair, you couldn’t stop yourself from sighing and relaxing into his hands.
“There… Isn’t that better?” König murmured into your neck, “if you just let me take care of you, everything will be okay.”
You didn’t reply, instead sinking into his scalp massage. He must have been watching tutorials for this. There was no way he was this naturally skilled. In a way, it touched you that he would go out of his way to learn all these new skills for you, but on the other hand, how did he have so much time? Where did he get all the money? Was it worth asking these questions?
He washed your hair with warm water. You couldn’t help but let go. It was so nice to finally feel clean. You could already feel your hair returning to its normal state. He brushed your hair lightly, wincing whenever you hissed and taking care to be gentle on the worst of the mats. He was so careful for such a hulking goliath of a man. You didn’t think his large hands could be so dexterous, but here you were, relaxing in his hands as he massaged conditioner into your hair. He was careful and methodical as he worked, ensuring you were perfect cared for, free of any pain or stress in the world. You caught yourself nearly smiling a few times. You had a feeling he saw, but chose not to comment. Smart man.
“There,” he took the washcloth again and started rubbing deep circles into your aching back, “I know the bed is no good. You will sleep with me soon, I promise. No more pain.”
You closed your eyes and let him work the knots out of your back.
“I promise it will get better,” König promised, “you will be meine Frau, and then we will be happy.”
You’d long since learned that ‘meine Frau’ meant ‘my wife’. At this point, you didn’t bother correcting him. Sometimes you looked down at your hands and you were surprised that there was no ring on your finger. It bothered you.
“I’m sorry, Frau,” König sighed as he dipped down, “but you need to be clean. I want you healthy and safe.”
You let him clean your lower parts without question. He was thankfully quick and efficient. It was a small comfort that he tried his best to avoid hurting you too much. You figured the reason he hadn’t suggested that you do it yourself was that he knew you wouldn’t so much as lift your hand to take the washcloth from him. Still, it would have been nice for him to offer, or that’s what you kept telling yourself.
“All done,” König’s hand retracted as he rinsed the washcloth, “now just your hair.”
He rinsed your hair with the shower attachment, thankfully gentle with the remaining mats. He muttered something about ‘keeping your beautiful hair’ as he worked diligently. You figured it had probably grown a bit since you’d come here. Maybe you’d need a trim.
The rest of the bath was calm and relaxed. He left and let you soak for a bit on your own before he came back and took a towel from the dryer below the sink and pulled the plug on you. When you got cold, he wrapped you in the plush towel and helped you dry down. You couldn’t help but sigh in relief. You’d never get a bathroom without a washer and dryer in it again. It was just far too convenient.
He carried you back to your bed where a new change of clothes had been set out on freshly changed sheets. So that was what he was doing when he left you in the bath. It was a nice gesture, but you knew that wouldn’t make the mattress any softer. At the very least, it would smell nice.
You changed into the modest clothing he gave you, all comfortable and soft to make you feel more at ease in this foreign environment. It was a nice change to having to make yourself up in stuffy clothing for your office job at least.
Your kindly captor gave you a tiny hug before he locked you back in your ankle shackle and left you in the basement. The only reminded of his presence was the faint lingering smell of cigarettes, a smell that had become surprisingly comforting since you’d adjusted to staying here.
He kept promising that you could go out, but hope left you as the days crawled by. A part of you hated him, a part of you was grateful he’d spirited you away from your past life. The meals were certainly more substantial, and you’d gotten a little bit more well rounded, but not to the point where you were upset with yourself.
Your life had become perfectly calm. There was no stress of socializing with people who hated you, no worrying about rent or bills, no threat of eviction or skipped meals. It was idyllic, really. So why were you so sad?
Art supplies were littered before you, something you once would have jumped at. He had a space dedicated to working out if you should so please. He even had a state of the art desktop lined up for you, primed with both his and your steam account and a few emulators ready and primed for you. It was all perfect, but you only lay in bed and stared at the ceiling.
Life was meaningless, and so you ignored the world. However, as much as you tried, you couldn’t ignore how soft König was with you.
You curled into the warm sheets. The ceiling was still there to be stared at. The craft supplies were still there to be ignored. But this time, your toothbrush and your hairbrush seemed more enticing.
Hey there! I really enjoy your posts about our resistant big boy König. I was wondering if you could create some hcs for the reader pampering him and taking care of him. Like maybe he has a stomach ache, so the reader gives him an abdominal massage or something if you’re comfortable with writing something like that. <3
Okay so first, I'm so sorry for being late. I got super busy this week. I've gone on three 6 hour long drives in the past four days. Three!!! I've been travelling north and my lord I'm bouncing all over the place. But, you're not here for me whinging about driving, we're here for the 'RESIDENT BIG BOY'.
I'm taking notes on that one, btw. That one's too good not to use. Resident Big Boy is now the best way to describe him. But yes, I am more than glad to go over some headcannons! König is a very silly man when he gets a bit under the weather, so let's go over why below the cut.
To put it bluntly, König is a big suck. He really is. He's emotionally mature enough to know that he's overreacting, but he's trained to deal with the worst, not mild inconveniences. For him, having a full fever is easier than dealing with a small problem. The worst part of it all is that it's usually self inflicted.
König doesn't really get colds. He also doesn't really get hurt badly (unless he's come back from a mission, but that's another post entirely). He's careful, neat and considerate with his actions. That said, he has these moments where you really have to question how he's still alive.
You see, König has this little saying that he learned from his family. It's his catchphrase, at this point. Horangi groans whenever he hears it. Stilleto puts her head in her hands. Hutch's eyes glaze over as he looks far off into the distance and shakes his head, quietly muttering, "It's not right, man. It's not right." With all these reactions, you might be wondering what exactly is König's favourite catchphrase?
"It's not an expiry date, it's a best by date."
König has had food poisoning many times.
So when König goes on a whole rant about how 'it's not that moldy, just eat around it', the whole company knows to just wait. Almost like clockwork, the only thing König will be eating for the next 24 hours are his words.
When he's sick, he'll go home and he'll make it your problem. His stomach will be cramping, he'll be spewing vomit like a sprinkler, and he'll be stuck in the bathroom for hours at a time. When he crawls out, you'll be there for him.
You'll have to change his bedding religiously for him. He's sweating up a storm over here. Each time you do, he'll thank you profusely and then collapse into bed.
You'll have to change his bucket. He has a designated vomit bucket (he's gotten food poisoning enough to have one marked and ready for the occasion). He'll always thank you and hold your hand. Thankfully, the military forces him to keep short hair so you don't have to hold that back, but he does really appreciate you rubbing his back. Honestly, who doesn't? It's the least you can do for someone turning their stomach inside out.
With his cramps, he'll pretend he's fine but at this point, you probably know better than to believe him when he says it doesn't hurt that much. Instead, get him a nice supply of heat packs for the worst cramps. However, he much prefers you holding him or rubbing his stomach. It's much more comfortable. He's so happy to have someone care for him like this. He might not be able to give back while he's sick, but he won't forget your kindness to him. He'll pay it back three-fold soon enough.
Every time you make him a light soup, every time you carefully feed him a plain salad or some cut fruit, he's delighted. He knows it might be coming back up in less than an hour, but he's grateful for anything you provide him. As long as it's edible, he'll eat it. (Just please remember to stay away from foods that are hard to digest, like protein, dairy and carbs. Maybe some plain toast with his soup is alright, but it's a good idea to give sick people simple food. Just a pro tip.)
He will curl up to you and use you as a blanket when he gets cold. He will soak up your heat like he's in the ice age. He can't get enough of your gentle touches or soft words. He clings to them as he clings to you, a suffocating embrace.
When you are too hot, he'll begrudgingly roll away and kick off all his blankets and sheets. That's a good sign that maybe you can step away and do some household chores for him. The house doesn't clean itself, after all. When he can appreciate your hard work properly, he'll gladly kiss you and hold you close. However for now, he'll just curl up and lay perpendicular to you and lay his head on your abdomen when you get back. He may not be able to kiss you right now, but he'll gladly curl up on the mattress with you.
Sometimes, he might need help walking to and from the bathroom, and that's always an ordeal. Unless you're strong enough, he'll just have you both toppling over in a heap of sickness and sweat. It'll be miserable. Instead, he'll have to force himself to stand a bit so he won't have you losing your balance. When he collapses back in the bed, he'll huff and puff and grumble about the bathroom being too far, but he'll live. Maybe take the time to run your hands through his hair and scratch his scalp. He'd like that quite a bit.
Anyways, I hope these are some decent headcannons! I am most certainly comfortable writing things like this, and you've inspired a post about König getting fully sick, and how to deal with that! I also might make one about him dealing with minor injuries, like stubbing a toe or spraining a muscle while training. I imagine this guy is an amazing survivalist, but his civilian survival skills are akin to that of a lemming.
