#demotherrambles

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König found the fucker who gave you your cold, sergeant fuckface over here’s been coughing out in the open air for the last two, three minutes.

“Cough inside your arm,” he finally says, tone severely curt. The sergeant was going to oblige, what with König ranking higher but something about that snappy delivery made him talk back. “What’s your problem?” He goes, omitting the word “sir”. Certainly a choice, not a brave one.

The Colonel’s left eye twitches. His problem? His problem is being too overprotective of you.

“My problem?” He says. “My problem is you spreading your fucking germs everywhere. My problem is that my wife, who was here, working with me, caught your fucking cold and has been sick like a dog for six straight days.”

The chair’s legs scrape against the floor as König abruptly stood, “Six days, sergeant. Six days and six nights, I’ve had to stay by her side hearing her hack and wheeze her lungs out, she doesn’t eat, barely drinks anything and you’re wondering what my problem is?”

The sergeant shrinks into his seat as your husband stalks towards him and almost grabbed the man by the collar, but he held himself by some miracle. “Cough into your fucking sleeve next time.”

He looked like he was about to piss himself, good. The sergeant nods, unable to pry his eyes off the behemoth who stood before him, then he scrambles out of his seat and leaves König alone in the break room, never in his life has he seen the bastard move so fast, not even during drills.

Hopefully he got the message. Now, all he needs to do is get through the rest of the day so he can return home and cuddle beside you, and hear you whine and complain about being sick.

Poor Schatzi.

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Clueless!König unintentionally missing every hint you throw at him, couldn’t catch one even if you rubbed his nose in it. It’s getting late, you’re both settling in for the night and for some reason, perhaps it’s the hormones but your boyfriend’s looking delicious right now, hair damp, curling slightly at the ends from his recent shower. He looks so fresh and clean…his natural body heat just feels warmer, huge, meaty biceps twitch and flex with each subtle move and he’s just reaching for a Kleenex on the nightstand. Oh, but you want to do more than just cuddle... maybe tonight, maybe, he won’t be his usual, bumbling idiot self. “König,” you purr, doe eyes looking up and down at him slowly, ready to devour the big bastard scoop by scoop with a spoon. “I’m not wearing any clothes…” you fully expect him to rip the covers off and see for himself, climb on top and ravish you into next Tuesday. But of course… instead, he goes, “Ach! That is perfectly fine, Schatz. I sleep in the nude too!”

You visibly deflate, a whine dies at the back of your throat because you can’t just…let him know! He looks so defenceless and innocent, slow blinking at you, confused why you suddenly look so defeated.

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idea is fizzling out. wah-

every time König’s hair starts to get long, some hopeful, maybe delusional part of you thinks this time he’ll keep it. only for him to emerge from the bathroom some time later with a smooth baby face and a buzzcut. you like freshly shaved König! nothing wrong with that but there’s something about scruffy looking König that just makes you wanna… yeah. so one day you had it and out of frustration blurted out, “You know your children would hate it if you shaved.”

“They’ll be like, ‘ahhh, papa. why do you look so naked, what happened to your hair?’”

and he’d say, grinning like an idiot, “You’re thinking about having kids with me?” immediately gets a pillow thrown at him.

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Boyfriend!König who did not get a wink of sleep last night on account of your terrible wheezing, his poor Schatz. Even after massaging his greasy palm full of Vicks into your skin, your chest still hurts with every raspy breath you take. Makes his heart ache in his ribcage, he holds you all throughout the night and murmurs soft reassurances into your hair, sometimes teasing. “Oh, my unlucky girl…” he’ll nuzzle and kiss your temple and feel your warm cheeks flushed with a fever under his lips.

Boyfriend!König who insists he’s not going to catch anything, that your virus can take a hike. He doesn’t mind staying, pushes his own exhaustion aside, his only concern lies with you, his darling, his everything. He couldn’t sleep even if he tried, you suggest with a rusty voice he take the couch, but he shakes his head and mutters, “Nonsense,” feeling too guilty about even fathoming getting a good night’s rest when you’re in the next room struggling to breathe. He swears he doesn’t mind, just wants you to get better soon, even if it meant sacrificing his sleep schedule for a few nights.

Boyfriend!König who is sleep deprived the next day and doesn’t want to hear it from anybody. The Colonel is in an extra foul mood, he scans each room with a quick glance, moving briskly down the halls. He’s going to find the genius who decided that they’re too good to wash their hands and doesn’t respect basic hygiene protocol, and he’s going to wash their mouth out with soap, see if coughing bubbles is any fun.

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You once placed your hand on König’s thigh to get him to quit bouncing his leg during a meeting. Must be the nerves, you assume. With patience in your voice, you lean in close and whispered, “Please, Colonel. You are making me anxious.” König could barely hear you over the warmth radiating from your palm, he hasn’t had a tender touch in so, so long… Thank God he wears a mask, he wouldn’t be able to face you with cheeks burning like this.

While it did take his mind off the bouncing, he has yet to leave your side, even after a whole week has passed, looking for any excuse to touch you. You suspect he’s been dodging the infirmary and beelines to you whenever a wound needs redressing, or he needs someone to “remind” him to take the pills prescribed by his doctor. He just wants to hear your voice, “Colonel, did you take your antibiotics today? Yes—I know the painkiller tastes bitter but you have to take that as well. Yes, all of it.” You’ve accepted that he follows you around base and pinches between two calloused fingers the fabric of your sleeve as you walk. No, he doesn’t cling to you, that’d be pathetic…

To others, they see a guard dog, you, however, can’t get passed the tears clumping his eyelashes together and that sad, nervous look he has, avoiding direct eye contact, kinda like when a dog knows he’s in trouble and—oh, now you see it.

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Basically, your flight to Vienna got cancelled and König worked himself up into tears thinking his partner flaked out on him last minute when you were a no show at the airport. Thought he drove all this way for nothing, he was so excited to pick you up but…

He understands, it just wasn’t in the cards for either of you, thinks you won’t rebook but you do, surprising him just a few days later.

Sure, yeah, you missed New Years together but that’s no reason not to do your own little thing with the family now that everyone’s here. It’s an emotional reunion, everyone goes quiet hearing a soft knock at the door, König goes to answer it. Your gentle giant gets all misty eyed the moment he saw you, your nose all red from the cold, little white dots of snow speckled across your hair, with the biggest smile he’s ever seen.

“Bonjour, mon cœur,” you whisper, König doesn’t waste time gathering you up in his arms, crooked nose tucked in your hair. He takes a big, deep breath in, like all is finally right in the world.

You felt him relaxing against your body, “Hallo, mein Schatz.” He mumbles into your neck, pressing a tender kiss there. “Ich hab dich vermisst.” I’ve missed you.

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thinking abt fireman!könig & chubby!reader don’t look at me

something something, carrying you out of your apartment building, something fire.

something, you’re pleasantly surprised by how easy he scooped you up, didn’t put up a fuss, didn’t grunt, nothing. Maybe it is just the fire, but you feel your cheeks getting a bit hot. No, definitely the fire. “Do I uh, even weight anything to you?” God, you could kick yourself. Why did you ask that? Maybe you have monoxide poisoning.

There is a pause, “Nope.” He tosses you in the air a bit as proof, you didn’t expect it and squeal. “Good lord…” you mumble, hiding your embarrassment in the crook of his neck. You’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t appreciate the… manly musk emitting from him, a mix of sweat and grit only earned from hard work… and a subtle scent of cedar just to pull everything together. He delivers you to your friends who are waiting outside with oxygen masks on, the look of relief washing over them along with their shouts tugged at your heart just a little.

“Oh, my God! Is she okay—are you okay??”

“Yeah…” You feel something in your pocket, whatever it is, it’s poking you, so you fish it out. An impossible grin invades your lips. It’s signed “König”.

“I’m better than okay… because look, this fireman just slipped me his number.” You have no earthly idea when he did, but does it matter? If you really want to know how good he is with his hands, you’ll simply have to ask when you two meet again for your date. Better call him.

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könig raging at the game and you being a little shit about it✨

Your wheezing laughter sounded like an engine sputtering to life. “I don’t know, at some point you gotta stop blaming your teammates and admit that you suck at the game.”

König gives you a sharp look, one. You’re gone, practically hopping off the couch, a squeal left your throat the minute you heard thunderous footsteps nearing you by the second.

“C’mere you little—just wait till I get you!”

“No!” You screech. He catches you sooner than expected and blows a raspberry in the crook of your neck, meaty paws scrambling to get under your shirt with the sole purpose of tickling you.

Another screech, “No! König—! Wait a minute!” But no matter how much you thrash, his grip remains unforgiving, “I surrender! You don’t suck! Ah! Have mercy!” only stopping when there’s tears in your eyes and your face is flush from laughing so hard.