könig hated to admit it. the way he inevitably got turned on whenever he came home from long missions. the way whenever he’d walk through the front door of your home, muddy and dirty boots immediately being taken off by the welcome mat so he didn’t stain the innocence of your home with his trauma and duties from work—the bludge in his pants grew at the sight of how you lived such a domestic life.
he was sure his view was a sight that nearly every man wished for at some point in their life. he felt blessed. blessed that no one else at his base had the privilege to come home to this. with you holding a chubby baby full of fiery strawberry blonde curls—undoubtedly belonging to him—on your wide hips, so full from giving birth no more than two years ago.
your daughter was a bit on the paler side despite having beautiful brown skin, and you always wondered if your genes even fucking tried to show out for you when creating her. she looked and acted so much like her father, the only way to probe that she was yours were your shared lips and her having your hair texture. everything else belonged to könig.
“papa wird bald zu hause sein, kleine liebe,” you reassure your daughter of her father’s return home soon as she began to grow cranky, a daily sign of her missing him. you had just finished breastfeeding her, and that was evident in the way the majority of your tits stuck out like a sore thumb from one of your man’s thin wife beater shirts. hey, you were home alone with nothing but pretty trees and bush surrounding you.
könig couldn’t help but smile at the back of your head as you hummed her a little song as you stirred your pot of food. the way your braids were tied down in a bright pink bonnet, the way the fat of your grown woman body hung out of your booty shorts that did nothing to hide the swallow of your ass, and how your white painted toes filled themselves in your fur slippers. the primal hormones in him filled with testosterone practically rushed to the blood of his dick as he watched you dance around the kitchen with your pretty baby.
this how you got pregnant in the first place.
every day he was grateful he decided to snatch you up and take you back to his home country with him. the way you adapted to his culture the way he did yours—you made sure to teach your baby her two native languages, english and german.
no one knew where you were, and könig liked it that way. you three could play house in peace for the next few months, at least until his next deployment. it was the safest option for you. to take you both out the states where his personal life could possibly be exploited.
no one knew where in austria exactly könig was from, making it harder for anyone to possibly track down his pretty little family. you were able to work in peace without having to worry about someone finding about your husband’s real job and eventually figuring out where your daughter went to daycare. it was peaceful for you in austria. as far as the neighbors knew, your husband was in the military occasionally on long deployment missions.
not exactly a lie.
he was never 100% at ease leaving his two girls anywhere, but he knew that if you were at least living in a place that he knew like the back of his fucking hand, his anxiety would calm down just a bit while on missions.
you fall completely deaf to the sound around you as your daughter babbles in your ear while you cooked. the delicious aroma of your wonderful food fills your husband’s nostrils as he finally decides its time for him to finally come out the shadows.
your baby continued to babble things in german-english as you began to plate food only for yourself like you’d done for the past six months, completely unbeknownst to the masculine presence behind you.
“my pretty wife always manages to make such delicious meals,” the hoarse voice manages to startle you to the point where you drop your pot spoon on the floor. “been starved for a plate, lover.”
your daughter turns her head before you do, and immediately fights to be put down from your arms. at the sight of her father, she gives a bright two-toothed grin and opens her arms. “daddy daddy!”
könig wastes no time in ripping off his mask and plastering a big kiss on his baby’s cheeks. “meine hübsche prinzessin,” he greets, engulfing “been a good girl for mommy, yeah?” the ice blue eyes question as they falter over to you. you’re still standing in shock that könig chuckles at the innocence on your face. the same one he’s been in love with for years now.
he didn’t blame you though, you didn’t expect him back for at least another two months.
könig wastes no time in walking over to you, and of course the first place his hands touch are your wide hips. his pink lips smash onto your brown ones and he wastes no time in engulfing all of you into him.
he doesn’t miss the way that small tears fill his shirt. he knows you’ve been alone in a secluded area, in an almost foreign place where you hardly knew anyone. he knew how lonely you must of felt having to do all this by yourself. he was here for you now.
I'm thinking about König and his three kids you managed to give him from this post. Two sons and a daughter, and your daughter is the ring leader.
He marries you two days after you tell him you were pregnant with the boys. (It's a cute courthouse wedding and he insist that Kim *Horangi*be the witness to your union.)
You both argue about you working and he expresses how he has enough income for you and all of the little babies he's gonna put into you. He's thinking at least six kids!
You are thinking about pushing out six kids and you tell him "absolutely not Sir."
You both compromised on three (four if your second pregnancy is twins again. You're thankful that it's just the one girl. His babies are grown big, and you now have 3 under two a circus, really)
Your sons names are Lukas and Leon
Your daughter is named Charlotte (But she is called Lottie by her dad)
Speaking of König, I hc that König is his last name, but people really think it's a call sign (lol his first name Mathias)
When he's on deployment or needs to be stationed on base for extended periods, he hires a nanny to help you around the house.
Every night König video calls you and the children, he tells them bed time stories that he remembers his Oma telling him.
When he is home, the kids are glued to him. He can't take two steps without Lukas or Leon following after him. Lottie makes it known that she doesn't acknowledge you. (All three of them are traitors really)
You adore how sweet your husband is with his kids. He's stern when needed and breaks up fights between his boys. He doesn't believe in spanking. (His own father before the bastard left and never came back was abusive he never wants to harm his kids)
His daughter though? He genuinely thinks she can do no wrong!
"My Daddy, my Daddy, My Daddy" to death the second she starts talking. Her first words were "Dada," you were distraught, honestly. But you do love how he treats her. He teaches his sons to treat their sister and you well with respect. Won't even tolerate anything less.
Very much a "She's your mother, but she's my wife" type of Dad.
Out of your 3 kids, it's Lottie that's the ring leader for trouble. Lukas is often trying to descalate her, and Leon encourages and enables. So when they get in trouble it's often König that gives them a stern talking to.
You frowned at your husband. "Mathias, you can't keep telling our kids to just assault people when they are insulted!" Your kids have all been expelled from school over fighting again. "We are not raising hooligans!"
König sighed and smiled sweetly at you "meine geliebte Frau" He presses a kiss to your forehead, "our children will only have each other should something ever happen to us. We aren't raising hooligans. We are raising children who defend themselves and demand respect ja?"
You aren't moved by his sweet but true words. Your body leans into his, enjoying his warmth and tight embrace. "We need a new start. Somewhere the kids won't be called the hellion trio." You pout.
He hums in thought, "Fine, pick somewhere, and we will move there. New start for my wife."
König is not happy you chose England of all places. You have family out in that neck of the woods you tell him. More help with the kids when he's stationed at base or deployed.
Your kids don't mind the move at first but can't stand the weather. Lottie though has suddenly amassed a nice collection of raincoats and rain boots that are all color coordinating.
But that's besides the point. Because not even four months into the new school year, your kids have detention for fighting. But in the end your kids end up being friends with the other two kids named Tommy and Oliver Riley.
You and Mrs. Riley, get along great! You both plan play dates and get togethers for the kids.
König- A Colonel of Kortac, A living battering ram and a ruthless killer- A man who scared even the most hardened of soilders.
Now in a hand cast decorated in scratch and sniff stickers and being walked through his home by a little girl in a Ariel night gown. His usual tactical gear replaced by well worn sweatpants and a old Star Wars shirt, and his face bare to the elements.
However here he wasn't just König- he was Hans too, Husband to (Y/N) a simple nurse and father to 4 year old Eden. The little girl currently dragging him to her Disney Princess Bedroom by his uninjured fingers.
He'd been sent on temporary leave due to breaking his hand during his last mission- rolling out of a moving vehicle during an extraction (Lies. In truth he rolled out of bed wrong and crushed his own hand) However he saw it as a blessing non the less. You having gone out to run a few errands which left König to spend the day with his little girl.
"Papa Sit! I made us tea!" Little Eden squealed, König looking over the little pink table set up with stuffed animals and even littler plastic chairs. Smiling as he gingerly lowered himself onto the tiny plastic pink chair, huffing softly as he did so which made Eden bounce impatiently.
"Little small Princess, give papa a second"
Eden, oblivious to her father's predicament, handed him a toy teacup with a proud smile smile the second he could be seated.
"Here Papa!"
König, trying to grasp it with his uninjured hand, which happened to be his non dominant- His large fingers awkwardly able to grasp the tiny plastic cup- this one having Cinderella on the front of it, "Meine Hände sind heute nicht in Topform" (My hands are not in top form today) he joked- often his times home he spoke to Eden in his native tongue, helping her to learn and understand him and pick up the language herself which she had done beautifully.
Despite the challenge, König sipped imaginary tea which to his surprise had liquid in it- water it seemed with all the elegance he could muster. Eden clearly happy giggled, pouring her water tea into cups and declared, "Papa, du bist der beste Teetrinker!" (Dad, you're the best tea drinker!)
König face softened at this- God he missed spending time with her, he knew his job was important but these moments with Eden ment the world to him. Now enjoying these tea party activities, using his injured hand to hold a stuffed bear she had handed him he chuckled, "Danke Princess"
As the tea party continued, König found himself stuck in a tiny chair which was perfect as his little girl put butterfly clips in his short ginger hair and some purple makeup on his powdery eyes, now struggling to maintain a dignified posture- His legs beginning to fall asleep and the chair making it impossible to be comforble as the pink makeup brush batted his poor face.
"Princess- a little more gentle" He said calmly- Winking when some of the cheap kid makeup got into his eye.
"Almost done Papa!" She said, finishing off with a smear of lip gloss over his scared lips.
"Very pretty Papa!"
"Oh? War ich vorher nicht hübsch?"
(Oh? Was I not pretty before?)
"No!" She exclaimed honestly which made König laugh rather loudly. Nothing like the honesty of a child to humble any man.
Eden continued to serve her tea and even bringing up chopped up conversations and random handfuls of snacks she scattered on the table which König pretended to eat. Which was making him shift and damn near fall from his chair-
Eden couldn't help but laugh at her father's predicament "Papa, du bi't so komisch!" (Dad, you're so funny!) She exclaimed while clapping and stomping her little feet, But stopping as her attention went to her open bedroom door immediately as you peaked in having just returned and still dressed for running errands a smile going over your lips.
"Hans?-" You say softly holding back a laugh at the sight of your husband. All nearly 7ft of him crammed on a tiny plastic chair that you could see was bent out of shape from his weight.
"Mama!" Eden cried out, rushing to you quickly with a toothy grin. "We having a tea party!"
"A tea party? Oh that sounds nice" You say with a smile, looking to your husband who batted his poorly painted eyes at you.
"Very nice- Care to join us?" He said with a smile, you walking over and kissing his forehead gently, making sure to avoid the splattering of makeup over his chizzled face.
"Why I'd love to~" You purr, König smiling at this as he helps you sit next to him in a matching plastic chair. Eden excitedly pouring you a tea cup of her water tea and handing it to you.
You looked down at the cup in question, looking to Eden who poured König another cup as well.
"Eden- Honey, where did you get the water from?" You question, knowing she couldn't reach the sink yet- König sipping the tiny bit of water.
"The toilet!"
A snort leaving you in laughter at that moment as König shot out the bit of water from his mouth. You watch König face scrunch up in total horror and disgust as he jumped from the chair like it was on fire spitting and wiping his tongue as he marched away- you now dying of laughter on the floor as he stepped around you, Eden looked at her father confused as he rushed to the bathroom to brush his teeth.
pairing(s); konig x fem!reader, deadbeat!konig x daughter
summary; After a year Konig tries to waltz back into your life flipping it upside down while you tried to keep your daughter right side up —angstober day; 16–
word count; 1.0k
warning(s); arguing, Konigs real name in this is Midas, crying, black coded reader, self berating thoughts, your daughter is around 2-4 months, and language
playlist; dealer by lana del rey
A/n:—GIFs;@villageofshadow & @romeestrvjds—
Whoever said that being a parent was simple lied to your face you realized as you weaned your daughter off your nipple resting her small body over your shoulder her face lying in your neck as you gently shuffled between patting her back and rubbing your palm in a up and down motion until you heard the soft burp erupt from her mouth you pressed a soft kiss on the soft skin of her forehead before lying her in the bedside bassinet you’d got as a gift from your baby shower
It was difficult being a parent in general let alone a single parent with no support from the other party bills were racking up and you were grateful for a retired neighbor who was able to watch your and a semi understanding boss at a temporary job to keep your lives dragging rolling along you stepped into your bathroom connected off your room taking a bit of time to care for yourself that you hadn’t usually had in the past few months as the steam around the bathroom stuck to your skin while you stared at your form in the mirror running hands along your hips and lower stomach that still had a bit of flub to them from baring the life of your daughter
You stalked back to your room your throwing on a random T-shirt that you didn’t realize the impact of it until it was situated on your body falling to your knees the musk clouding over your nose sending your senses haywire at the familiar feeling that you couldn’t say was pleasant you snatch it off your head before throwing it across the room running a hand over your forehead and slightly damp curls
The last time you heard from Konig was when he’d met you at the hospital from your sudden sickness just to find out you were pregnant when you cracked the news to him he swore you would make it work and after a while he said he was going back home to bring you some things when you were released from the hospital a few days later you came home to find majority of his belongings gone and his truck no longer parked on the driveway
If only you would’ve sprung it on him more gently
if only you could go back and remember that damn pill
You perked up at the sound of heavy knocking on your front door your eyebrows furrow and for a brief moment you glance over to your firstborn hurrying to throw on shorts and a army green tank grabbing the hand gun you kept in your nightstand purified water bottle, your breast pump, and a small lamp setting on top of its surface training in SAS didn’t allow your brain to not be prepared for anything especially pounding on your door at god knows what unfaithful hour you inch out of your room inching towards the living space the door staring back at you as the pounding continued and you were spaced out until you felt your hand on the doorknob swinging the door open your hand secure around the forearm your finger a split second away from the trigger meeting its wall until you locked eyes with those sharp blue ones that you’d once loved
“Maus please, please just wait” The Austrians voice seeped from the crack of your door before you had the chance to slam the door in his face he’d set a steel toe boot in the threshold of your house and you shove a shoulder to the surface of the door trying to keep him out
“If you need money, a place to hide out, or whatever I don’t have it” You hissed attempting to keep this intruder out of your home
“Nein it’s, its about the baby” He mumbled his eyes meeting your as you scoff in disbelief with a shake of your head your curls moving with each movement framing your face and a fibbed smile etched on your face
“Oh so now you want to take interest in Solei, ou- no my daughter! Are you drunk Midas!?” The pitch of your voices rises until you hear the wails of your daughter in your home and you don’t waste another second on Konig before going to aid to your babygirl
“Shhh it’s okay Sol mommy’s here” You whispered having picked up her small frame cradling her to your chest for such a little body she had a carrying pitch yet nonetheless settled down when your familiar hum traveled to her ears Midas stood in the doorframe of your room watching you both as you care over his daughter his heart pounded in his ears and before he knew it you were lowering her back down into the bassinet the screaming whales down deducted into tiny whimpers and hefty breaths when you turned around it was your turn to suck in a sharp breath not expecting the 6’10 colonel to be waiting for you but before you could open your mouth he stalked towards you forcing a wide tan envelope in your hands the weight slightly dragging your hand down
“This is what I calculated or tried to, to make up for the last year. Bills, Mechanics, You and… Solei” You noted the sound of your names sounded like a prayer falling from his pink lips that were no longer covered by his sniper hood like before
“You cant walk into our life after you just blatantly left and everything will be handy dandy, it doesn’t work that way”
“I want this to work Mau-, Y/n I want to be there for our daughter and for you I’ll do anything it takes. I was a fool back then and I know that now, but she’s still young and I want to be there before it’s too late… before we’re too late” He pleaded and you shook your head a frown forced on your face
“We are too late Midas, but that doesn’t mean Solei doesn’t deserve a father we take this little at a time… baby step” Konig applauded at your answer going to bring you in a hug before stepping back when you took a step away from him a shocked and somewhat frightened look on your face and he nodded taking one back
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"CeeDee Nigerian Delicacy?-"
König grumbled as he looked up at Horangi who shrugged. Standing Infront of the man who he would most likely consider a friend, who happened to be slouching in his desk with a wicked bad aura.
"Had a coupon- Good ratings and apparently hell good food. Not like there are any better places here-" The Korean man said with a shrug, earning a eye roll from the Colonel, couldn't disagree with that.. This was a off shore base, in the middle of nowhere with only a small village near by. The locals didn't care about Kortac nor their business, as long as they bought from the locals and kept the economy up the village kept their mouth shut.
"Well if you don't want anything Ill just grab it-"
"Nein- I'll grab it. Need to get off base anyway.. Add something with beef for me" König waved off, rubbing his face under his mask. He hated this region, he hated this base- it brought back too many damn memories he wanted nothing more then to forget about.
Horangi nodded and walked off to place the order over the phone leaving the Austrian Giant to simmer in his bitterness.
Everyone on base knew to avoid König while at this base- his temper was shorter, much more quiet and far more ruthless. The new recruits always had questions as to why, while the old ones knew to keep their mouth shut.
After 45 minutes König left the base to pick up the food, sporting a face mask only and as he felt familiar with the area and didn't feel like the sniper mask was necessary.
König looked up at the restaurant, it was new he could tell that much- Fresh red paint, Bleach white letters and a cheap sign most likely shipped in from god knows were online. Taking a deep breath he marched inside, hearing the gentle dig from the bell and glanced around, a few stools, a few plastic and chair sets for dining in, some paintings on the wall and some plants here and there. But at the lightly colored counter sat a boy- Most likely in the realm of a tween to early teenager much to König surprise.
"Welcome to CeeDee Nigerian Delicacy- Do you need a table or picking up?"
The child said, not even looking up from his homework. König raising a brow at this, clearly amused by it- Most kids would stare at him, hinting fear in their eyes as they stared him down before usually rushing away to their parents.
"Pick up"
The child standing up- Despite the round baby face he could see the boy was tall. A curse he knew too well... König couldn't help but take a look at the kids appearance, his looks scratching a weird part of his brain like he'd met him before. A short Jersey of a sports team nowhere near by, a lighter brown completion with lose curly dark hair.
"Uhh whats the name?" The kid asked as he looked through some papers. Gray eyes looking back at him finally, like some sick mirror.
"Should be under Horangi..." The kid nodded, going through the thin stack of receipts next to him.
"Oh that one's almost done one second-" The kid said as he poked his head into what König assumed was the kitchen, hearing muffled yelling of a female voice. The large man cocking his head to the side as he saw a figure stepping forward with a bag of food- The moment she walled through however his breath caught in his throat...
(Y/N)... The women who had plagued his nightmares to this day- and made him hate this base.. The women who had stolen his heart when he was a young man and had felt guilt ever since he broke hers. (Y/N) pausing as well at the sight of him, her movements becoming stiff as she set the bag of prepared food on the countertop.
König locked eyes with her, those pale gray eyes staring into (Y/N)'s very soul as the two stared at each other down like a fight for dominance.
"(Y/N)- long time no see" König finally whispered out, his voice seeming watery at best.
"..Felix-"
She said sharply, he damn near winced. He always hated it when she used his real name, off base or not. It was a sensitive button for him that she knew how to push well.
"Ku koma baya" ¹
(Y/N) said calmly to the boy, who was still seated there looking confused around the two adults and how the air had changed so much. His movements hesitant and unsure as he started to pull away from the countertop with his papers in hand.
"Mom?"
"A Yanzu-"²
She barked, Now the boy quick and scurrying away to the back with his homework in hand. König watching him closely, those clumsy hands and awkward graces that reminded him of his own when he was young.
"Seems we have some things to talk about- Don't you agree?" König said, finally breaking the silence that hung in the empty lobby.
"There is nothing to talk about-"
"I'm pretty sure I just saw the topic of conversation leave"
König turned and reached over, locking the restaurant door and putting the sign on 'closed' (Y/N) giving a laugh of disbelief at his audacity to do this. In HER resturant.
"Get out-"
"He's mine- Isn't he?" (Y/N) rolled her eyes quickly and walked around the counter to get him out of here.
"I said Ge-"
"Isn't He!"
König hissed blocking her path to the door with his massive frame, glaring at (Y/N) who took a steady breath and closed her eyes for a second, clearly afraid even for a split second. König heart clenching at seeing her like this- Even if he knew he was the cause of it all.. he took a even breath, keeping himself from raising his voice again.
"Does it matter?.." She whsipered finally, looking up at König who felt like his world was spinning at this moment.
"Of course it does! That's my kid, my son- I have a son"
"Shut your mouth before he hears you.."
"Why Not!? I have a child, a part of me is with you and and-" König said in disbelief as he gestured behind him were the back of the restaurant was, a shaky breath leaving him as he swallowed thickly. Shuffling back a bit as he felt his body start to feel light- a son..
"You said you couldn't have anything permanent- You. You left me- Do you not remember your exact words to me?"
König took a step back, seeing the rage in her eyes as his face began to burn.
"While I care- I can't be with you. I don't want anything permanent-' Those were your words to me before you left 13 years ago- So no, You have no right to know nor does he need to know who you are" She growled, König turning his head as he bit his lip running his hands through his short buzzed hair.
"You should have told me-"
"I didn't know when you left me-"
"You should have found me!"
"HA! Like you're so easy to fucking find Felix!"
"You could have tried instead of sitting on your ass-!" He raised his voice again, This time a harsh slap meeting his face which made him hold his cheek and stare at the women he had loved once. The women who had gave her his innocence and whispered sweet words to him in his bunk, now rage in her eyes as she had raised a hand to him..
"DONT You DARE- Ever insinuate I sat on my ass while I was pregnant, that I didn't look- If you haven't fucking realized that whoever you work for doesn't talk! I of course went to the base to find you and guess what! YOU WHERENT THERE! I WENT BACK EVERY DAY FOR 3 YEARS!" (Y/N) yelled.
"I tried! I don't deserve this- Leon doesn't deserve this either! So before you stand in my restaurant screaming at me look at yourself!"
She screamed and pointed to the back where their son was, tears in those beautiful eyes of hers. König silent for a moment, a wave of emotions hitting his chest staring at (Y/N) as she stopped her yelling and lowered her arm a bit awkwardly.
"His name is Leon?.. that- That was my father's name" König said almost in a whisper, looking at her and seeing the tears in her eyes. He wished so desperately to wipe them away and hold her close.
"I know..You told me..."
There was more silence after that, the two just sharing the space together as the blanket of the situation hit them both. König shaky hand reaching next to him, Grabbing the stool that was meant for waiting guest and sitting down. Pulling one put for (Y/N) as well in front of him for her to sit, quickly she did so.
"I'm sorry..." König said after a minute or two, looking to (Y/N) who looked just as defeated as König felt.
"Everyone's sorry for something Felix..."
"Can I get a chance?.. J-Just one more... I-I can pay for everything I've missed.. Whatever you want"
(Y/N) sighed and shook her head, rubbing her face tiredly as she opened her mouth as if to refuse but closed it instead and looked at him.
"Pay?.. You honestly think I want a check?- After all this time?" She asked with almost disgust in her voice.
"I just.." König rubbed the back if his neck, looking to (Y/N) as he thought over his words and let his hand fall.
"No- I don't think that its just.. I shouldn't have left you and if in just some way, i can make your life easier and my sons easier.. It will be the least i can do to hopefully fix what I've done today and all those years ago" He said as his voice cracked at the end, feeling tears well in his eyes.
"If you cared you wouldn't have left me and-" (Y/N) started but König was quick to grab her hands, sliding off the stool to his knees before her, tears running down his scarred face.
"I didn't want the risk of you getting hurt.. My job is dangerous, risks the lives of others around me.. It's not that I didn't want to be with you.. It's the opposite- I am so in love with you I couldn't risk the idea of you getting hurt because of me.." He admitted as he held her hands like she was a saint she was praying to, (Y/N) eyes wide at his confessing.
"I've regretted letting you go for all these years...Please Just one chance, its all I ask-" He begged, (Y/N) staring at the man swallowing thickly as she opened her lips.
