Phillip has the visions of someone — they come to him in the dead of the night, they touch his face and comb his hair, they laugh at things he says drowsy as he is, trying to keep whoever this is just a little closer to him.
One more minutes, one more hour, one more night
His men are quieter too — sharing something that no one wants to name not to seem crazy. But the tension is there — a knee going up and down, the obsessive cleaning of a gun, the scratching of an itch they can’t seem to soothe, the absence of something that they can feel and can’t talk about
Work is getting to them, Phillip thinks grimly, something in him aching for a dream he can’t seem to get enough of. Too much blood and too much grime that they have very little time to wash off.
His boys need a break and so does he, clearly that’s the source of this…soothing figure in his dream. Nothing more than the desperate urge of his subconsciousness to get him to finally rest
This one is the last one before the big break, he announces during debrief. A short job for a handful of them and then a glorious wild weekend someplace warm and comfortable. Somewhere with lots of naked skin and blazing sun and pleasant freeze of ice cold glasses
Like all good plans this one goes to hell too, because Phillip is on some forest floor and he is bleeding out fast.
It’s a beautiful night, the kind where you can see the stars crystal clear with the woods hovering around him solemnly. Not the worst place to die, definitely.
But Phillip doesn’t want to die. Phillip doesn’t want to go out and rest in peace, Phillips doesn’t want to rot in the ground.
He can no longer hear or see much, can’t know that their whole group has been strewn across the forest — limbs torn and chests heaving with the desperate simultaneous “I don’t want to die”.
Phillip can’t know it, but somehow still does — the gut telling him that this is it. The end of the road
And in the last stubborn attempt he makes a promise. He doesn’t know to whom, he should know better than to pray to no one specific in this kind of place, but he still does.
“Next time it will be different.” He promises. “I don’t want to go before I see ‘em. I don’t want to die just like that.”
Phillip should know better than to say it out loud, but with blood seeping through the mossy foliage he breathes out “I will do anything.”
Phillip can’t know that in that same moment his team says the same.
I will do better.
I will be braver.
I will fight harder.
I will find the person from my dream.
I will love them more than life itself.
And I will do anything.
Anything at all? Something laughs in Phillip’s ear, long fingers squeezing his cheeks like he is a stubborn child refusing a good deal for the sake of that one candy from the high shelf priced way above its market value.
“Anythin’.” Phillip slurs out, vision going dark. “Well do anything’.”
So the deal is signed and done, the hands have been clasped and shaken.
They get to come back. Only the thing is, they come back fucked up and kind of a hive mind stumbling through the woods until they find a small town nestled next to the mountain ridge.
Something drags them there through miles and miles.
Something promises them what they sold themselves for.
When Phillip sees you through the window of your cabin, eyes blinking slowly (his pupils no longer react to light so the vision is a tricky thing for him nowadays), he can’t help the thrill that goes through him.
The nervous system they all now share lights up like Christmas lights.
Hunger of Shadow 2-2 (Just Lou’s fine, sweetheart).
Itchy anxiety of Shadow 3-5 (Come closer, baby, tell Clive everything, don’t mind the empty eye sockets).
Pounding anticipation of Shadow 7-8 (we call him Tate, precious, he’s not much a talker, not anymore, hope you can forgive him for the glaring lack of vocal cords).
Poisonous possessiveness of Shadow 6-0 (Nero, darling.)
Phillip leans a little closer, something in his chest again alive and slithering, not just the dead husk of his body — their bodies — he bargained to get back (should have specified conditions, shouldn’t’ve he?).
Have you ever wished upon a falling star or a coin in a fountain, darling? Ever asked for someone good and loyal and adoring? Someone brave and brilliant?
Well, you know what they say — you never know who’s gonna hear that kind of wish.
Not your fault you too never specified how exactly you’d like your perfect type to arrive.
So sorry about the spam but I am absolutely feasting upon your eldritch koenig, I think it’s the cutest thing that he’s basically a mama’s boy !!! We need to see more of his mama 🙂↕️🙂↕️
I am so so sorry, but while I was writing my response, my boyfriend's computer crashed and it was lost! I don't know why, but whenever I'm around it the computer tends to crash/webpages crash and need to be reloaded often. It's a bit surreal, honestly. It sometimes feels like I'm a walking EMP!
Anyways, thank you so much for your love! I must admit, I adore Eldritch!König and I especially love his mother. She's a beautiful being, a creature born and created of chaos and destruction and creation. She's constantly in this endless, maddening cycle of dying and being born, sleeping and waking. Her existence is poetry, it's vast and diminutive and everything in between. She also loves chocolate.
König's mother could blink and wipe our existence out. But the thing is, she thinks we're neat! She likes us! She loves our sweets, she adores our art, she gets so excited about our species! She's fascinated by life. From the smallest atoms to the vastness of the universe, she loves us all. I cannot stress how much König's mother loves us.
She really like Summoner and approves of her as a potential mate. However, she's probably a bit upset right now that Summoner is sorta-kinda rejecting König right now. She knows to be patient, but she's upset that you don't realize just what you're passing on. She's probably keen on bringing you back together.
You have summoned one of the most powerful summons in centuries. You have done the impossible, and yet, nobody will take you seriously. Envy bubbles beneath a surface of back-handed compliments and cruel trickery. Some fellow summoners think that you are unworthy of your summon, and thus, they try to win over your mate. König is not too impressed by their attempts.
This story is 18+, MDNI. Please read TWs before continuing to story.
TW: Body horror, ableist language, graphic descriptions of disturbing imagery, bullying, horror
Story below the cut
An Ant Among Men Among Gods Among Cosmos
The other summoners watched with hungry eyes as you timidly shuffled into the room. The higher ups had decidedly left you to your own devices after they had tried to take your summon from you, and as such, your peers spread whispers like tree roots through clay, each time rooting deeper into their twisted psyches. The higher ups seemed to be amused by the turn of events. Since you'd rejected their offer to join them, they seemed keen to find a subtle way to do away with you. It seemed that leaving you as a trapped rabbit in a room of wolves was the best punishment they could bestow upon you without fear of König's wrath.
Their punishment proved to be most effective. You shied away from any social outings, becoming something of a recluse in your dormitory. Even the weakest summoners among them still had better control and potential than you could ever dream of. It was humiliating. By all means, you should've been torn apart the moment König laid eyes upon you. The fact that you lived seemed to be a corruption of the natural order. It seemed that the moment you became an anomaly, all the other summoners turned their eyes to you. You withered like a sapling in sand under their eyes.
Whenever you left your room, it was like a battlefield of feet outstretched to trip you and sneers painted on indifferent masks. You trained your eyes to your feet as you moved through the catacomb-like hallways instead of facing those you once considered your friends.
Once, they had taken pity on you. The weakest summoner from a family of greats, you'd been taken in by others and nurtured. Some would invite you in with open arms. Some would pat your shoulder when you stumbled in training. Others would watch you with eyes washed in pity and grief. They all stood by you, though. At the end of every time you'd been made a mockery of in front of the class, your peers would gather around you with soft smiles and hopeful cheering. Everyone was on your side. That was, until König came into the picture.
Some still tried to be nice, but they kept it hidden in empty hallways and late night training rounds. They told you they felt sorry for you, but they were at mercy of those above as well. If the higher ups demanded a blood bath, a blood bath there would be. Little mice like you could scurry to and fro as they pleased, but you could only be prey for so long.
You slipped back to your room as quickly as your mousey feet could take you.
The constant harassment had reduced you to a quivering whelp, hiding in your dorm while listening to the others laugh as they passed by your door.
A knock had you reeling back into your closet. The doorknob jiggled lightly, then twisted as the door creaked open.
You held your breath, shivering with fear.
"Summoner?"
You relaxed.
"Come out, Summoner. You need not hide from me," König gently ushered you out from the closet and to the living room table.
You gently put your meal down before taking a seat.
"You seem displeased," König sat across from you, "why?"
"Can't you read my thoughts or whatever?" you snorted as you picked at a plate of overcooked peas.
"Yes, but I suspect you would consider it an invasion of privacy if I were to always finish your sentences for you," König drummed his claws on the table, "and I believe that you are worth that respect, if nothing else. My mate deserves the world as their oyster, no?"
"I don't really care," you speared a lonesome pea aggressively.
"Your mind says otherwise," König's eyes crinkled with mirth, "I will treat you as you wish. And as such, I will ask you again Summoner, why are you so encumbered by your sorrows?"
You took a large mouthful to avoid his question, but a being born before time itself had more than enough patience to wait for you to reply.
"I just don't feel so great," you decided to say.
König tilted his head, mimicking a curious cat in an unsettling manner.
"Is that so?" he asked with a maliciously playful tone. Usually, König was a fun being to talk to, but sometimes his games were insufferable.
"Sure is," you slurped up a noodle.
"I suspect, dear Summoner," König leaned in on his elbows, "that there is more you have not expressed. Do you believe it wise to hide from me?"
Your eyes slowly crawled up the table, up further along his forearms, and landed on his face, chin nestled in his palms like an amused school girl. A snort left you as you took his present position in.
"I guess I just haven't been getting along well with the others," you finally admitted as you dropped your gaze back down to your barely-touched cafeteria meal.
"Hm..." König drummed his claws on what might have been his chin, "I do think that you may find that they have no weight to their words. Their actions are akin to younglings. I've seen maggots with more maturity than I've seen in your entire... Barracks, did you call it?"
"I know you keep trying to put me at ease when you ask me to clarify things for you, but it's pretty weird," you jabbed a fork in his direction before twirling more pasta.
"Apologies for being considerate," König rolled his eyes before leaning in close, "I think, Summoner, that your fear is unfounded."
You shook your head and took a sip of water, "I think you're too big and powerful to realize just how awful things are here."
König stilled. All the air in the room seemed to be sucked into a vacuum as his pupils thinned into crescents.
"You think I cannot empathize with you because you consider yourself below me?"
When you tried to open your mouth, you could feel your lips begin to tear painfully before your jaw was forcibly shut.
"My, I think you underestimate my capabilities. I assure you, when you have been beaten, when you have been taunted, when you have been ignored like a dog in the rain, I have felt your pain," König's eyes stared down at you like a cat playing with a mouse between its paws, "Summoner, you must understand that though your stars are like playthings to me, you are the fulcrum that my existence hinges upon. Your pain is of grave importance to me."
The food on your plate was even more unappetizing than before. The air returned to the room, and your jaw loosened. Instead of hurtling into rabid defence of a hollow argument, you took a moment to take in his words. It seemed that König had struck a nerve you didn't realize you had. It figured he'd find a way to find a chink in your armour.
"I don't know what to do about it," you admitted quietly.
"What have you tried to do?" König's tone was soft and low.
"I tried speaking to the higher ups, but they told me to deal with it myself," you put your utensils down, "and the only people I trust have been either transferred or are too scared to talk to me anymore."
"Do you consider those that remain to be traitors?" König interjected.
"Not really," you shrugged, "I mean, why would they be?" You thinned your lips into a line as you added, "I wouldn't want to be close to me either. It's too dangerous now."
"So you consider your existence a threat to those who might care for you," König concluded.
"I mean, I guess."
"Do you want to see your friends again?" König pressed.
You didn't say anything, knowing that the ache in your chest spoke volumes that words could not possibly voice.
"So mote it be," König leaned back into the chair with an affirming hum, "I will make it so. Tomorrow, Summoner, do not flee from the cafeteria. Instead, eat with your friends. Once you have settled, I will ensure that you will be safe."
Chills consumed you.
"I don't want you to do what you did to the higher ups again," you shivered faintly.
"So you wish to be alone?"
Your tray had never looked so interesting before.
"I understand," König's words echoed, but when you looked up to try and argue, he was gone.
The next day was a blur. You realized that König never clarified what time of day to sit at the table, and he'd only come to your side after you'd fallen asleep and the next morning there was nary a trace that he'd been there. If it weren't for his honesty about his nightly visits, you'd think he was but a ghost. You hoped that ass you slept, he kept his hands to himself, but there were no signs that he'd done anything beyond what you permitted of him. Then again, why would you expect someone who can warp reality with a snap to be so careless as to leave a clue?
Either way, his nebulous requests had you staying in the cafeteria at all eating times, much to your sorrow.
In the morning, your friends were surprised by your presence, but they'd been delighted to see you. You could see the fear in their eyes as they greeted you, eyes darting all around you before giving you shaky smiles. A small nail drove into your heart as you sat and they leaned back.
"So, how's your summon training going?" one summoner smiled over a glass of what could only loosely be described as orange juice.
"Pretty alright?" you chuckled nervously, "I'm mostly focusing on meditation and endurance training."
"Oh, are you doing meditation with Sergeant Lars?" another friend piped up, "I heard that he can be pretty intense. Supposedly, he studied in Tibetan monasteries for years before coming here."
"I heard that too!" you agreed, "but he's probably the nicest person here."
"His summon is super cool," the first friend added in.
"What is his summon again?" a third friend asked as they held up a cup of water for their summon to drink from.
"I think a follower of time," your second friend nodded, "it's not usually around, but during mediation it extends the class sessions so the students get more time."
"So that's why he doesn't have clocks..." you muttered irritably.
The rest of breakfast went by easily, but you could feel eyes burning into you. You did your best to ignore them, knowing that any acknowledgement was simply inviting in misfortune. Of course, it would come to you anyways, but there was no need to hasten the inevitable. Misfortune had it's way of making its way towards you anyways.
By lunch, you were back to dodging callous shoves and scooting around 'misplaced' belongings that were thrown into your path. In mediation, you had imp summons tugging on your sleeves and whispering vile rumours into your ears. You'd swat them if Sgt Lars wasn't there with you. You wondered if he was allowing what was happening to you, or if he was lost in his own meditation.
During physical training, you had the unfortunate luck of having to do obstacle courses.
The mud soaked into your shoes so that they felt like lead boots. The rain pelted down, and though most summoners managed to get their summons to give them a shield from the weather, König seemed to be uninterested in responding to your calls. Of course, the commanding officer chewed you out for not being able to control your summon, and for the rest of the lesson you were given a wide berth. You felt like a leper in an ancient city, or some harlot in an alleyway. The sheer disgust the others felt around you was palpable, forming in sweat, rain, tears and chilling winds.
Lunch was a miserable affairs. Your friends were in no better shape than you. A few of them sat away from you. You didn't blame them in the slightest. You wished you could keep your distance, but sadly you were in the eye of the hurricane. Your face was shoved into a plate of burning hot chili, and the rest of lunch was spent cleaning yourself.
The final task of the day was sparring.
The gym was a vast space, with the centre devoid of any and all equipment to make room for the class.
The sergeant in charge was a stout man named Sgt Hanson, who carried with him a variety of summons for new recruits to spar against. He had you all pitted against one of his summons, but you were putt against the greatest one of all.
The charge of war was a furious creature, pulling at the chains that bound it to the floor with the ferocity of a raging bull. Its bulbous molten eyes burned bright with bubbling embers and sparks, smoke billowed from its gaping maw. Sgt Hanson simply snorted at your pathetic attempts to defend yourself.
"Why don'tcha call on that avatar of yours?" he laughed as you narrowly doged being gored by one of the summon's numerous horns.
"I'm trying!" you called back, but no matter how often you chanted his name, König would not come. You suspected he found your struggle to be amusing. You vowed that the next time you saw him, you'd strangle him.
The entire two hours was spent ducking, diving, dodging and praying for König to appear. Instead, you were a laughingstock among the class. If you weren't at risk of being torn apart, you might have laughed at the entire situation yourself. Such a luxury was beyond your fate.
The class only ended after Sgt Hanson's summon had been recalled to the other world, and you were left a panting mess on the floor. You wanted to cry, but the worst of the day was yet to come. You couldn't bear to think of it.
König had abandoned you the entire day. It made your stomach churn painfully. You didn't want to think that König had just left you to suffer for his own amusement, but it wouldn't be beyond his nature. An avatar of chaos had no reason to bend its knee before a lowly summoner such as yourself. It still was insulting in how he refused to appear and make your life any easier. A part of you had started to loathe him for it. At this point, you feel like you summoned a ghost rather than an avatar.
As dinner rolled around, so too did you roll through the cafeteria doors. You hadn't even made it to the line before you were pulled aside to a lonely corner.
"Did you even try to draw your summon?" a man, David, sneered as he loomed over you.
"During sparring?" you asked dumbly.
"What else would I mean? Yeah during sparring, you fucking tard!" he spat in your face.
You wiped the thick saliva from your face with your sleeve. As you reached up, you were shoved harshly to the ground. You smacked your head against the concrete limply.
"I just don't get it," a woman named Christina snorted, "you're the worst summoner this place has ever seen, but you summoned an avatar. How did you make a deal?"
You tried to scramble to your feet but a foot was planted on your chest, grinding the heel into your thorax mercilessly.
"I just-" you wheezed as the heel stomped down.
Christina bent down and narrowed her dark brown eyes.
"You're a fucking whore, aren't you?" she laughed, "you whore yourself out to him?"
You shook your head furiously, but the thought of being intimate with König had you blushing red. You cursed yourself as she laughed heartlessly.
"Wait, I'm right?" Christina's face was split ear to ear in a grin.
"Actually?" David eased his foot off for a blissful moment.
"I mean look at their face," Christina's laugh was like acid on your ears.
"Fuck you're right," David marvelled, only to drive his foot into your chest again.
For a good ten minutes, you were ridiculed and spat upon, kicked and stomped on like nothing more than a bug. You hadn't felt this low in ages. You cursed your body's reactions to the allegations Christina made, knowing full well that tomorrow the barracks would be abuzz with new rumours.
You dragged yourself into line with shackles on your feet. Every step exhausted you, but you couldn't give up. You didn't really think König would actually show up now, having given up on that sometime during the sparring session. It probably amused him to see you struggle like this.
Slop was piled onto your tray and then harshly slid across the counter. You barely caught it before you were shuttled out of the way and to your friends' table in the back.
You sat down limply. Not a word was said, all conversation exchanged through morose looks and downcast eyes. What could be said? You saw how beaten down your friends looked. You regretted choosing to sit with them. You knew that by sitting here, they were just targets being lined up for slaughter. You felt as though a poisonous black cloud billowed out from you. Guilt welled up within you like infected blood, spilling over in the form of bruises on your friends' arms and their trepid silence.
You brought a bite of macaroni to your lips listlessly. You'd barely gotten a bite in when you felt a sudden weight on the bench to your side.
"Hey, wait, summons aren't meant to-" König reached over and slapped a hand over their mouth, but the damage was done.
Silence descended upon the entire mess hall. You withered in your seat while König stood and stretched.
"You are my Summoner's friends?" he drawled as he looked over his shoulder at your companions.
One of them nodded mutely.
"Good," König rolled his neck, "Summoner, I apologize. To your friends, close your eyes."
Before you could say another word, the lights flickered as ozone crackled through the air. Other soldiers began to run, some screaming in terror as the lights burst one by one, showering the room in shards of glass.
"Those of you who have not harmed my Summoner may rest at ease," König called out over the cacophony of terror, "I urge you to watch and learn from your colleague's mistakes."
You watched in horror as König lazily raised one arm, drawing up a small handful of individuals as he did so. Christina's eyes bulged as she grabbed at her neck while David only hung limply, seemingly accepting his fate.
"You crawled like insects, spreading your lies like a plague," König's voice darkened, "there is no loss here."
And with that, the room was plunged into darkness.
The individuals raised up glowed from their orifice like glowing green jack-o-lanterns. Their mouths opened wider and wider until their bones cracked and their skin stretched unnaturally thin. You shivered as their stomachs bulged with writhing worms only visible by their glowing broken maws.
You could see König by his silhouette, stark black against the brightening glow. A light began to glow in each of their stomachs, thrumming ominously like the beating of a heart.
By this point, the screams had muted to mere whispered prayers and hushed pleas for mercy.
König turned to you with glowing blue eyes.
"I told you I'd be here for you," he laughed, then snapped his fingers.
Instantly the victims' distended bellies purged themselves of clouds of glowing flies. They filled the upper level of the room as endless flies poured from out their gullets. You couldn't look away as the flies began to crawl out their noses, and in a couple of cases, their ears.
König turned to look back at the sight, then shrugged.
"Not my best work," he admitted, "but it should be enough."
The flies dissipated as the glass rose back up to the ceiling, and the fluorescent lights above flickered before turning on. The bodies of the recruits slumped to the floor, their jaws now back in place and looking like they were in blissful sleep, the only indication of their status being their rapidly rising and falling chests. A couple of spare flies buzzed about before evaporating into a thin mist.
König finally sat down at the table and looked at your friends.
"You are all fine and well. I have no qualms with you. But you," he pointed at one friend with a paling face, "need iron supplements. That is why you are tired. Go ask the nurse for some."
And with that he was gone. You looked at your friends with a haunted expression, but they could only stare back at you blankly.
Okay, so everyone loves tentacle König, so let me tell you about what I think about him because as the Resident Monster Fucker (tm), I think I want to give out my own two cents on this.
For one, in this version of CoD (which I am no dubbing Eldritch!CoD), summoners summon a powerful avatars of the other world to reality and use their summons to wage war and maintain peace in society. To start us off, I wrote a little background drabble of you summoning your new little war buddy.
Story below the cut. Asks and requests based on this are welcome.
MDNI 18+
Intro pt.1
You were hired as a summoner for the military based on your bloodline's potential, not based on what you've actually done before. You were told to do your best, but before that day your best had been a small lesser demon that fizzled out after a couple of hours. You'd had absolutely no control over the little terror as it rampaged through your house. Now, they're asking you to summon a full-on demon? They wanted you to die.
You sniveled pathetically as you drew the chalk symbols on the hardwood floorboards of the safe house. You had to wipe your tears away, lest you put out the tall crimson candles that you lit with archaic murmurs. You stopped at one point and tried to beg for them to let you go, one last plead for life, but you were beaten and thrown back into your own circle. You made your bed, now lie in it.
So there you stood, an ancient tome in your hands and the old masters watching your every move through a one-way bulletproof window. You suspected they had as much faith in you as you had in yourself.
You spoke the ancient words, your hands floated through the air like swallows over a lake at twilight. The old hymns that came from your wretched throat sounded like saccharine sickness in the musty silence around you. You stood, and waited.
Nothing came.
You laughed. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all?
Your breath was sucked out of you by rumbling beneath your feet, bringing you to your knees in a mess of infantile scrambling. Black fire encircled you in a burning ring. Deathly wails pounded in your ears so hard that you thought your ear drums burst and you begged and pleaded for mercy that seemed to never come. You closed your eyes, winds whipping so fast around you that you thought you'd be torn apart. You screamed in agony, and just as you did, it stopped.
You were still. You waited for something to happen, but there were no winds, no wails, no blistering heat. You opened your eyes and looked at the center of the circle.
A tall man built like an aurochs lowered his hand with a delicate, graceful wave. He wore nothing but the skin on his omnipotent frame, but even that seemed to stretch thin over the pugnacious muscle that coiled beneath.
He turned and faced you, staring you down with eyes like arctic oceans, freezing you in your pitiful place.
Okay so this one kinda got away from me and I had a grand old time with it. It's so silly and stupid but it brought me joy.
Anyways, have some more Summoned!König. This time featuring relationship angst and questions about anatomy.
TWs: discussion of sexual activity, NSFW content
Wordcount: 4.2K (it's a whopper here)
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A Question Best Left Unanswered
You hung your head in shame as you hung up the phone. What a disaster that last call had been.
The entire hour-long phonecall you’d just had with your parents had just ended up with them berating you for a good forty-five minutes before they gave up on trying to reach you. First your father had shamed you for ruining the family name, then your mother cried that she didn’t know where she went wrong with you. All those years of preparing you to be a summoner, only for you to turn out to be a miserable failure.
By the end, you’d just barely been able to hold back your tears. Once you hung up the phone, they fell freely down your cheeks as you hurriedly scurried to your room.
Of course, it couldn’t be so simple because your friend had just turned the corner as you reached your door.
“Hey!” she called with a wave, only to retract it nervously when you turned to face her, “woah. Are you okay?”
You nodded but before you could leave, your friend clasped a hand on your shoulder.
“You’re not okay,” she said grimly, “do you want to get something from the caf?”
You hesitated. Normally, you wouldn’t be willing to eat anything until dinner came around, but the call with your parents sat wrong in your stomach. It wasn’t much, but maybe a bite to eat would help.
“Sure,” you conceded, “let’s go.”
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With a plate of crackers and fruit in front of you, the most the chefs on base would give you, you broke down and told your friend about the call.
“Your parents suck,” your friend spat, “like, who does that? I just can’t believe anyone would say that, especially not to their own kid.”
“They’re not usually that bad,” you weakly tried to defend them, but today your heart just wasn’t in it.
“Are you sure?” your friend asked as they took a bite of their veggie sandwich.
You sighed heavily.
“I just wish they would as least pretend to be proud of me,” you stirred your drink with your straw slowly, “I mean, I didn’t ask to be born like this. Why is it my fault that I can’t control my summon? He’s literally an avatar. An avatar. Those are like, the hardest summons to try to control.”
“Actually I think a legend might be,” your friend interjected, food spitting out their mouth as they spoke, “or maybe an immortal. I don’t think anyone’s managed to control a god before…”
“Okay yeah sure but it doesn't change the fact that he’s an avatar. Of chaos,” you wiped the chewed up spittle off your sleeves with a brush of your hand, “and I’m, well, you know, me. There’s no way I can handle König.”
“His name is König?” your friend asked.
“Yeah,” you took a sip of your drink, “he’s pretty nice honestly. Last week he got me my stuffed animals and the game boy I lost from my old home.”
Your friend looked at you with wide, unblinking eyes. Their jaw dropped to their chest for a moment before they were able to gather their composure.
“No fucking way,” she muttered.
“What?” you snorted, “aren’t all summons like that?”
Your friend shook her head hard enough to make you worry her neck would snap.
“No? I don’t even know my fire imp’s name, or my water sprite. They’re just my summons,” your friend explained, “most of the time they just tolerate me because they can’t kill me.”
“Don’t you form bonds with them?” you asked, now curious.
“Nope,” your friend snorted, “my water imp sprite tried to drown me when I first summoned it. Most summons try to kill their summoners as soon as they figure out that they’re not in the other realm.”
“König’s never hurt me,” you admitted.
“Never? Has he ever tried to?” your friend leaned back with an awestruck expression.
“Not once,” you confided.
“So you’re not the one that made König your mate?” your friend put together slowly, “König made you his mate!?”
You grimaced and leaned back from her, “Pretty much.”
Your friend whistled, “No fuckin’ shot. I can’t believe you bagged an avatar of chaos. Like, you realize how insane that sounds, right?”
You blinked. You hadn’t really thought about it that way. You’d always just seen it as König sparing your life, but the thought that somehow you were the one to seduce an avatar of chaos brought you a spark of joy.
“I guess you’re right,” you agreed timidly, “I just thought that he was lonely.”
Your friend snorted, “I mean probably, yeah, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that he chose you as a mate,” she thought for a moment, took a bite of her sandwich and then asked, “wait, so if you’re a human and he’s an avatar, what will your kids look like?”
You flushed and turned to hide your face, but your friend was quicker.
“Wait, have you actually thought about that?” she teased you lightly.
“I mean, we’ve never actually… You know… We’re not really a couple,” you admitted.
“So you’re not banging him?” your friend raised an eyebrow.
“No?” you gasped, horrified by your friend’s suggestions, “I barely even know him!”
“But like,” your friend pressed their lips into a line. She studied you carefully before she finally asked, “Aren’t you curious?”
“About what? Fucking him?” you raised your eyebrows at the suggestion.
“I mean yeah, but like…” your friend leaned in close again, “what does he even look like?”
“I…” you paused, “I actually don’t know.”
Your friend took a bite of her salad before pointing her fork at you, “We need to fix that.”
“We!?”
“Well now I’m curious,” your friend shrugged, “so now it’s not an ish-you kind of problem, it’s an ish-us.”
“That doesn’t even make any sense,” you sputtered.
“Point is that I-sorry we need to figure this out. I mean,” your friend tossed you a sly look, “if you’re gonna have his kids you’re gonna have to find out one way or another.”
You were at a loss for words. All you could do was stare at the woman who sat across the table from you, almost as though she herself were an avatar of chaos.
Your friend scowled, “What?”
—
You slowed your pace to a crawl as you approached your dorm. It wasn’t that you weren’t eager to go to bed, rather the contrary, but the thought of facing König tonight made your cheeks burn bright red.
Ever since your conversation with your friend, you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about König. You already thought about König a bit too much for your own comfort, but you’d never thought about König like this before. It wasn’t like you were a prude by any means, but you’d never actually considered being with König like that before.
It’s not that it had never come up, you still remembered König trying to take you almost immediately after claiming you as his mate, but ever since he’d been nothing but respectful of the boundaries you'd since put up If anything, he was sometimes more respectful of your own boundaries than you were. Maybe he read your mind more than he let on, but you liked to think he was just thoughtful. After all, if you’d been around since the beginning of time, wouldn’t you be considerate and patient? You liked to think you’d be, but you had your doubts.
Thinking about König had you blushing as you walked down the hallway to your dorm. You could see the door all the way from here, only occasionally being obscured by a summoner retreating into their dorm for the evening. Occasionally, you could see a summon tagging behind them, most often looking rather irritated or depressed, something you’d never really noticed before.
Most summons were kept in the other realm unless they were actively being called upon. Some summoners like to keep their summons by their side, almost as though they were a beloved pet. You thought to your meditation teacher with his summon. Other times, you saw summoners struggling to manage their summons. In fact, the one class you excelled in was protecting yourself against your summon. Of course, the only reason you did so well was because König never tried to attack you in the first place. Your sergeant had been frustrated at first, but after further consideration decided to take it as your summon being too attached to you to consider attacking you. With this in mind, she gave you a bright and shining report. She then promptly told you to never take her class again. You were more than happy to comply.
Of course, König didn’t always help during your training. In fact, he seemed to prefer leaving you to your own devices whenever possible. He’d once explained that he gave you minimal support to encourage you to train harder to keep up with your peers, but you decidedly figured it was because he was too lazy to help. König only rolled his eyes when you told him that and decidedly vanished to the other realm for the rest of the night.
Your doorway grew closer and closer with each step you took. You wished that you could find a way to avoid going back to your dorm, but lights out drew nearer and nearer the longer your tried to put off entering your one personal area.
Finally, you reached your dorm. With a heavy sigh, you opened the door and stepped inside.
Surprisingly, König wasn’t there to greet you.
“König?” you called out carefully, but no reply came back to you.
You walked towards your desk.
“König?” you called again, but again there was no response.
Maybe he was occupied for the evening.
A sudden rush of relief overcame you. The absolute last thing you wanted to do was face König while your conversation with your friend was still fresh on your mind. That said, you had the strong suspicion that a night of good rest wouldn’t be enough to shake the thoughts from your head. With the way the question had fixed itself to your mind, you had the dreadful feeling that the only way to find some sort of satisfactory answer was to progress your relationship with König.
But were you ready to go that far? You’d shared a kiss, but since then, König had kept his distance. He was strangely considerate of the trepidation you felt whenever the thought of being in a romantic relationship with König crossed your mind. How would that even work? You were a mortal. Your life was but a blink of his eyes. And yet, despite your limited lifespan, he chose to spend this fraction of his life by your side. Was he amused by the whims of his new plaything? Was he simply toying with you until he chose to rend the soul from your mortal flesh? The thought made you nauseous.
But why did it make you nauseous? Why did the thought of König’s ultimate betrayal feel like a stone in the pit of your stomach? Why did your eyes sting and your throat clench when you thought of how little you matter to a being as grand and powerful as König?
You had an idea of what was behind the feelings, but you daren’t give it any room to breath, never mind grow within your mind’s garden. You’d instead stamp it out, coat it in salt and rip it from the earth like a weed. Of course, the roots went deeper than you could imagine.
You slumped into the plushest chair your company could buy in the corner of your room. It was worn, tired; it had seen many generations of new and upcoming summoners such as yourself. The thought gave way to an ache deep inside your chest.
You wiped your sleeves over the tears that flowed from your eyes. You didn’t consider yourself to be of the weeping sort, but since König had entered your life, he’d seemingly turned everything upside down, including how you operated in your day-to-day life. A part of you hated it, a louder part wished to take it all with open arms. You despised both parts for their respective tenacity.
You allowed yourself to curl up for what felt like forever before you managed to come to terms with your fears.
You would be nothing to him. You were a speck in his eye, if anything. You were naught but dust, and you would have to content yourself with such an existence. Now as to why König had taken such a shining to you, that was beyond your comprehension. If you had the mind of Aristotle, Diogenes, or Plato maybe you could have come to terms with your existence in relation to the greater world. Had you a mind of Camus, Cant or Descarte maybe you could content yourself with the meaning of your existence itself. But you had no such mind, now did you? You were weak and feeble, a summoner with all the potential one could hope for at your fingertips yet hindered by your own inability to understand the ethos of methods that had been passed on like the summoners passed before them.
You felt the tears subside briefly to allow you a moment to recover from the throes of your emotions. Unfortunately, just as you felt yourself wrangling your emotions back under your control, the pot lights flickered.
“No not now…” you groaned and curled further into the safety of the chair.
“Did I come at a bad time?” König crossed his arms as he stared at you from the centre of the room.
“Can you please go away?” you sighed as you turned away from him.
König hummed before stalking to your side, “I think that it would be wrong of me to abandon my mate when they’re in such a state.”
At the mention of ‘mate’, you groaned and ducked your head between your knees.
König paused, then drew away. He came back moments later to swath you in a warm blanket before he crouched in front of you.
“It seems something troubles you, summoner,” König droned as you drew the blankets around your form.
“I’m fine,” you spat bitterly.
König barked out a laugh before ruffling your hair affectionately, “You certainly are in quite a mood, aren’t you?”
“Just go away,” you grumbled.
König drummed his claws over his knee. His scales rippled in the crepuscular light that shone into your room, his onyx scales shining almost iridescent in the warm dying rays of sun.
“Must I read my mate’s mind to understand what troubles them so?”
You grumbled and ducked your head under the blanket.
König sighed. He stretched up with cracking joints, and you’d hoped he’d left until you felt him pull your blankets from your head. You tried to struggle against him, but he didn’t so much as budge while you writhed. With a sigh, you conceded and allowed him to pull the blankets to the side to see you properly.
“Well, summoner?”
“I just was thinking about us…” you admitted.
“Us? In what sense?” König asked, already fully aware of your answer.
“Like, we’re mates, right?” you tucked your nose to your knees, “but I don’t know why.”
König hummed, then drew you up into his arms. You struggled and spat, but he held you before he sat down on the sofa with a loud poomf as the air was punched out from the pillows.
“You don’t understand why I chose you,” König surmised quickly.
You didn’t dare meet his eyes as you nodded.
“Well,” König adjusted you so you sat upright in his lap, “I’d say it makes perfect sense.”
You stared at him blankly.
“That reaction of yours is exactly why it makes sense,” König explained, “a being of chaos is likely to tear you asunder. Maybe enslave you, maybe curse you for thousands of generations to come. It’s expected that something horrible would happen.”
“So you chose me because it was the random choice?” you asked.
“I chose you because I saw your potential,” König explained, “and, of course, you're right as what greater delight is there than to choose the opposite of the expected outcome? Why follow your expected order when I can tie you to my side for millennia to come?”
You scowled, “So you chose to be my mate because you thought it would be funny.”
König shook his head, “You could take it that way, but that would be unwise. Rather, I chose you as a mate because I saw your potential and wanted to see it through.
“You were set up to fail, you realize this?" König stared deep into your eyes, "the chalk you used to summon me was imbued to ensure that whatever was summoned would be more than you could ever hope to control. The patterns they gave you were far too complex for a beginner summoner. You were supposed to be torn apart.”
You froze in König’s arms.
“Yes, you were meant to die. But when I looked at you, marked for death by those envious of your potential,” König’s smirk was woven into his words, “I saw that potential of yours and I saw an opportunity. I saw a way to usurp the delicate balance of power this world has.”
“So I’m a pawn to you,” you felt the tears stinging behind your eyes again.
“Not in the slightest,” König chided you patiently, “I saw you for your potential and I saw someone who just needed a push. Someone who just needed someone to help them see their own worth. And that someone, dear summoner, was none other than myself.”
“That still makes me sound like a pawn,” you complained.
“Then I’ll tell you this: I chose you because I saw what we could become together,” König whispered into your ear, “I see you now, mind you. I see you and I am enthralled by you in all your strange and truly wonderful ways.
“I want you to listen carefully summoner, as this is a lesson that will be tattooed into your veins: I love you for you. I love you for who you’ve been, who you are, who you will be. I love you for all of you, completely and forever.”
You flushed brightly. Instead of replying, you simply tucked your face into yourself to avoid having to meet his eyes. Of course, the joy of being loved could only last so long in the shadow of a more pressing problem.
“I’m assuming forever is until I die,” you sighed.
“Yes? That’s what will happen, yes,” König told you plainly, “as it will happen to myself. We will die together.”
Your eyes snapped wide open as you whirled around to look him in the eyes.
“Calm yourself, summoner,” König huffed, “what makes you think that will be soon?”
“I mean, soon for you,” you muttered bitterly.
“Soon for me?” König chortled, “I don’t think that day will come anytime soon. You’re my mate summoner, you’ll be with me until we die.”
You stared at him, “So, in seventy years?”
König reeled back in shock, “Seventy years? That’s nothing! You’ll be with me for the rest of my natural life!”
You blinked.
“But…” you glared at him, “but that’s like… I’ll never get that old.”
“Summoner,” König drawled, "have you not considered that when mated to me, certain aspects of your life will change?”
Honestly, the thought hadn’t crossed your mind.
“No, you didn’t think that,” König concluded after looking into your eyes, “well let me be the one to inform you that your natural life has been extended exponentially to match mine. You’ll be with me until the bitter end, I’m afraid. Or at least, for as long as you’ll take me as your mate.”
“I mean, I’m pretty happy with you,” you admitted.
“I’d hope so,” König sniffed.
“Don’t be like that,” you huffed.
“Be like what, upset that you’d be anything other than infatuated with me?” König retorted.
“Infatuated?” you laughed, “that’s a lot to ask for, isn’t it?”
“Not when it’s already provided,” König booped your nose, much to your dismay.
“I’m not infatuated-what? Where are you getting that from!?” you snapped as König threw his head back with a gurgling laugh.
“I jest, summoner,” König gave you a light kiss from beneath his mask, feeling more like being pinched by something sharp than being kissed on the cheek. You pushed his face away which he only just allowed before hugging you close.
“Now, summoner,” König rubbed his cheek against yours, leaving behind a thin sheen of something that smelled strongly of König, “I can tell there is more on your mind.”
“No there isn’t,” you lied weakly.
“No? There’s nothing I can answer for you?” König trilled.
“Nope,” you turned your face away from him, “I know everything.”
“Not yet, summoner,” König laughed.
“And who are you to question my endless knowledge?” you huffed haughtily as you cast him a downright scathing side-eye.
“Oh, nobody important,” König lay back in the seat, “only the being that saw the creation of your universe and will live to see its death.”
You rolled your eyes, already over his ‘holier than thou’, or rather, ‘more worldly than thou’ attitude.
“So tell me summoner,” König’s hand wandered down your torso, “isn’t there more on your mind?”
You flushed scarlet. He really was determined to get to the bottom of this, wasn’t he? A part of you felt that he was only pushing you this way to further tease you, but you couldn’t help the genuine curiosity bubbling forth.
“I mean, maybe,” you conceded, “but it’s nothing important.”
“I would say otherwise,” König tucked your face into his clavicle.
“Well,” you started, emboldened now that you didn’t have to look your mate in the eyes, “I was talking with a friend about you.”
“Were you now?” König drawled.
“And uh, we were talking about how you chose to be my mate, not the other way around. So, we got to talking about it, and…” you trailed off shamefully.
“Talking about us being mates? I can imagine a great myriad of topics can come forth from such a nebulous beginning,” König brushed his claws through your hair with surprisingly tender care.
“Well, we were kinda talking about what it would be like for you to fuck me?” you squeaked out.
König paused in his ministrations, seemingly shocked by your forwardness.
“I’d hope it would be pleasurable for both of us,” König stated, still befuddled by your answer.
“Well that’s what we started talking about, and then it went on to what your dick looked like?” if you didn’t think your voice could go any higher, you’d be poorly mistaken.
König slowly leaned back to be able to look you in the eyes.
His voice sounded like it was coming from deep under the ocean, “Excuse me?”
If you weren’t so embarrassed you might have laughed at your ability to shock a being older than time itself. Evidently, though König could see the ways time shifted and cross, was able to see all the possible outcomes of an event, even he couldn’t predict just how horny you were.
“I mean, it’s just like,” you shrugged, “if I wanna have your kid I’d probably have to figure it out at some point, right?”
König nodded mutely.
“Do you…” you looked him dead in the eyes, “do you even have a dick?”
König blinked.
“Yes?” he stared back at you, “I mean, what did you expect?”
You shrugged, “Maybe a cloaca?”
You could see the furious horror that washed over König’s face despite the mask.
“I do not have a cloaca and whoever told you that is a cheat, a fiend and a liar!”
Evidently someone had history.
“It’s a reasonable thing to think!” you protested, “I mean, you’ve got this whole bird-y ocean thing going on with you? It’s a vibe, sure, but it doesn’t give me much room to work with.”
"I have a what-You know what, nevermind, I don’t want to hear it,” König groaned as he rolled his eyes, “but yes I do in fact have a ‘dick’ as you refer to it. I don’t know why you’d think-”
“It was the water bird thing!”
“Why you’d think my 'vibe' might change that. I am… Wait, I don’t actually know what your species looks like,” König dropped his hands, “one moment please summoner,” he placed a thumb against your forehead, and immediately you felt your entire body go numb. After only a minute had passed, König withdrew his thumb, and with it came the return of your senses.
“Well that was informative,” König grumbled, “but not particularly helpful. I am realizing that I’m… Different from your species. Significantly so.”
“That’s really not helpful,” you flushed, “I mean, you could just show me…”
König pressed another pinching kiss to your forehead, “My mate, I think we should wait until you’re ready to go that far.”
You squirmed in his lap, “I mean, it can’t be that bad…”
“You can wait,” König tucked you back to his chest, “I assure you it won’t change for another thousand years.”
“Wait, it changes?” you spluttered.
“I reserve my right to remain silent,” König replied.
“You sure don’t use it often,” you grumbled only to find your lips pressed firmly together into a line. Despite your best efforts, your lips remained stuck in place.
König sighed and settled back into the sofa, “Much better.”
Just a silly little drabble about Summoned!König bringing you some things back from home. He's nice, I swear. He's just also a bit out of touch.
Tws: Mentions of your mother having a heart condition
Story below the cut.
Unexpected Appearances of Softness
The dark hallways were pockmarked by shafts of light from the potlights in the ceiling, casting godrays that showered down onto the empty floors. Walking through, doors lined the halls, standing bravely at attention like the summoners that slept behind them. At the farthest end of the hallway, your door sat waiting for you. Open.
As soon as you saw the open door you felt your stomach drop. You wanted to run, but at this hour you risked waking up some irate summoners. Instead, you trained your eyes on the grey linoleum floors as you skirted down towards your open hell. With each footstep, you could feel your bpm rising steadily, your heart drumming in your ears like a marching band as you walked.
When you got to your doorway, you took a moment to settle yourself. Just from the doorway, nothing looked off. Taking a breath, you stepped through the door.
Your room was perfectly intact. Nothing seemed off in the slightest. You checked your washroom, and all your belongings were in place and untouched. Your room was similarly pristine, almost to clinical state. It was bizarre. Did you forget to close your door? No, you locked it when you left. So why was it so clean? In fact, now that you got a better look under the moonlight, it looked cleaner than before. Clothing you’d thrown into drawers had been neatly folded and set inside the cabinet with care. Your shoes were neatly lined up by the front door with military precision you’d never been able to drill into your head. It was eerily perfect in a way that seemed almost unnatural.
You looked around the room again and nearly spat out your drink when you saw your bed. It was perfect. What was disturbing though was the fact that the stuffies you left at home were now sitting at the top of the bed.
You picked up one such stuffy and examined it carefully. Who the hell would bring up these old relics? Who even had the ability to go all the way back home and come back to base, simply for the sole purpose of getting your childhood mementos back to you?
The lights flickered.
Ah.
“König,” you called out to the room behind you, “why did you get my stuffies from back home?”
A heavy scaled hand planted itself firmly on your shoulder as the thin cloth of the being’s dark hood drifted over you.
“Are these not to your standards, Summoner?” König’s pitchy yet guttural voice thrummed through his chest into your back.
You held up the stuffy by its arms.
“Did you see my parents?” you asked, ever so slightly hopeful.
“Your mother is well,” König patted your head, “your father screamed when he saw me.”
You snorted as you put the stuffy down, “You actually let them see you?”
“Their summons demanded that I make myself known,” König explained with a hint of bitterness to his tone, “and, seeing as I am a benevolent being, I simply followed their orders. Apparently, they thought I’d wait until your father had finished his shower.”
You knew you’d be getting a phone call soon for that. You could already hear your father ranting about how you needed to keep your summon under control, already knowing full well that controlling an avatar of chaos was a laughable thought. You wondered what he thought of your summon, considering how renowned your father's name was among the old brass he used to run with.
“Your mother passed out when she saw me,” König continued, “but she came to fairly quickly. Then fainted again. The second time she came back I ensured that she was in a comfortable chair and well cared for, I assure you.”
“You know my mother has a heart condition, right?” you sighed as you put your beloved plush bear back onto the bed.
“Of course I know,” König scoffed, “anyways, we were able to settle our difference once she was able to stay conscious,” König prattled on as he examined his iridescent claws, “she seemed uncomfortable knowing that you’re mated to me for eternity, but she did say that it was better than having your bones torn from your body and keeping your flesh alive.”
You turned to look up at your summon with a blank look. At this point, you were about to develop a heart condition too.
“Please don’t tell me you said that to my mother,” you glared up at your summon with as much ferocity as a wet kitten could muster.
König stared into the distance before he slowly met your eyes.
“I apologize, Summoner.”
You looked at him, then back at the stuffies.
“Why?” you sighed.
“Not all is wrong, Summoner. After she finished her insufferable wailing, she thanked me for not harming you. I’m surprised a human understood her place so well,” König took a half step back, “I will add for your peace of mind, she suggested I bring your stuffed animals to you.”
You paused, then nodded slowly.
“So what were you doing at my place if you weren’t getting my stuffies?” you asked.
“You left your entertainment device underneath your bedding when you last visited.”
You scrunched your face for a moment before understanding opened your features.
“You got my gameboy back?” you asked hopefully.
König simply took the ‘entertainment device’ from a pocket in his robe and passed it to you. You tried to turn it on, but it was out of charge. You supposed beggars can’t be choosers.
“So, my mom told you to bring me my stuffies?” you asked as you set the gameboy on your night table.
“She also asked me to bring you some ‘cookies’,” König held out a bag of smooshed crumbs and molten chocolate, “I forgot how delicate human treats are.”
You took the bag into your own hands and took a close look. If nothing else, you could probably mix this up with some icecream or something. They at the very least seemed to still be edible (a far cry better than the pizza you’d asked König to pick up for you last week, only to be presented a cardboard box full of ashes and embers. König had tried to bring another back, but that had gone even worse). If nothing else, König was learning how to transport baked goods a bit better.
“So, was that everything? You brought my gameboy, some of my stuffies and some cookies from my mom?” you looked up at König.
König sniffed indignantly, “Your superiors did not seem to believe a controlled black hole in your dormitory was an appropriate idol to chaos.”
For once in your life, you thanked the heavens above for the dorm standards.
König furrowed his brows, evidently displeased by the look on your face. You looked back at your gameboy and sat on your bed. You noticed the mattress was a fair bit more comfortable, another sign of König’s intervention. You picked up your stuffed bear again with a smile.
“Thanks König.”
The avatar faltered momentarily before regaining his stoic composure.
“Your comfort is paramount, Summoner,” he replied tersely.
You noticed that he seemed to be unable to meet your eyes, instead focussed on the posters plastered on your walls. You would’ve laughed, but you figured his ego wouldn’t be able to handle a weak summoner such as yourself laughing at him. At least, not out loud.
So, sorry about not posting original content in a while. I'm between homes right now, so I only just got to a place where I can actually write fanfic and so I completely indulged because I'm a whore for König.
Anyways, enjoy some sweet adorable fluff with Summoned!König. Just a lil first kiss kinda fluff, ya know? The adorable sweet stuff.
Anyways, story below the cut.
SFW
No TWs apply
Kiss the Ocean Kiss Yourself
You figured it was useless to try and find patterns in an avatar of chaos’s schedule, but you'd somehow managed to figure out one significant trend.
Every night, without fail, König would rise up out of a shadow in the corner of your eye. Tonight he choose one cast by a curtain by an open window. You’d need to shut that later.
You greeted him with a wave of your hand before going back to your reading.
A hand draped over your shoulder, “And what are you reading today, Summoner?”
“Fanfics,” you muttered as you scrolled.
König gave a displeased hum as he strolled to your side.
“I suggest you read something more… “ König thought for a moment, “substantial.”
“I'm going to bed. I don't want to learn,” you reasoned.
“And so you read… What do you call it… Smut?” König leaned over your shoulder with an inquisitive squint.
“Yeah?” you scrolled up desperately to prevent him from reading the raunchiest part, but it was in vain.
“You could always ask for my assistance instead of turning to this,” König turned to whisper in your ear.
You shoved his face away with a spare hand.
König made a strange oceanic gurgling sound before rounding the sofa to sit beside you. He draped himself over you, nearly suffocating you in the folds of his dark robes.
“Dude, I'm reading!” you squawked and thrashed against him.
“They both die in the last chapter,” König caught your swat and batted it away just as easily.
You put away the screen with a sigh. At this point, you should just give up on trying. He'd successfully ruined three fanfics for you so far, all within the past two days. You fell back in his arms with a slump.
“You could just ask me to put it away, you know,” you grumbled as he pulled you into his side.
“This is far more entertaining,” König sniffed.
“I hate you.”
“You should stop lying to me, Summoner. It does not work.”
“I know!” you groaned as you burrowed into his robes.
König adjusted to let you fall into his lap. He stroked your hair gently, letting you relax under his touch. He wordlessly widened his legs and dragged you into his lap properly to cradle you against his chest. You rest your head against his chest, listening to his three heartbeats drumming a steady beat under his skin.
“Do you get cold a lot?” you asked as you curled your hands in his soft woolen robes.
“A bit,” König replied before pulling you close, “it's warmer with you by my side.”
You couldn't stop the smile that crept onto your lips.
Your relationship with the avatar was complicated. You were his mate, but you still found the title to be heavy and unnerving. However, the longer you spent in the avatar's company, the more comfortable you felt in his arms. At one point you'd suspected he was manipulating your mind, but you figured that worrying about that would only lead to undesirable truths, and so thus accepted his attention for what it was. Without a second thought, you cuddled into your ‘mate’s’ chest and basked in his unholy radiance.
You felt a few tentacles crawling over you to trace soft and intricate loving patterns into your skin. In turn, you rubbed his chest with tender affection. It was a new, blossoming thing that had grown from underneath the floorboards, but you nourished it all the same. It was a nice change from the eternal loneliness you'd wallowed in before you'd summoned your new partner.
You looked up at Königs face, or rather, his hood. If you squinted, you could see ancient writings embroidered into the hood, miniscule characters spelling certain doom for eons to come. You timidly reached up to touch the writings, feel them under your fingertips, but your arm was grabbed by a scaly talon. Ice blue eyes stared down at you coldly.
“I wouldn't suggest that,” König whispered, airs of ominous threats lacing his words.
“Why?” you asked as you let your hand fall.
“Your simple mind cannot handle what lies beneath.”
You frowned.
“I am sorry, but you were not made to comprehend my visage,” König reassured you gently, “please understand that I wish to keep my mate alive and well.”
You nodded slowly. It hurt, but you figured something like this would happen. You sighed and slumped down in his lap.
“Summoner, why do you seem so sad?” König raised your chin with a scaled claw.
You whimpered, then asked, “So does that mean I can't kiss you?”
For the first time since you'd summoned him, König looked surprised. Maybe, even though he was able to see all the pathways of time and how they folded in on themselves, he still wasn’t able to prophesize the future like he tried to tell you he could. He seemed so taken aback that you had to call his name to bring him back to you.
“Do you wish to?” he asked with an uncharacteristic fervor.
He took your chin in his hand to guide you to look into his eyes. You tried to look away but he kept you in place firmly, his eyes searching desperately for answers.
You looked up at him. His eyes were wide and the script on his hood was writhing with the beating of his hearts like worms in the earth. You could see a ghostly impression of eyes haloing his head, each one looking at you as though you were a divine gift.
You reached up to tenderly cup what you hoped would be his cheek.
“I want to try.”
König blinked, and then leaned back to stare at the ceiling in thought. He drummed his black claws gently against your shoulder and hummed. After a minute, he nodded and looked down.
“I can take a human form, but it might not be… It might not be perfect,” he looked nervous under his ancient hood.
“What do you mean?” you asked as you drew your hands to your chest.
“As in…” König hissed inhumanly, “I can mimic, but only just.”
“Could you try though?” you asked hopefully.
König thought for a moment, then nodded. He wrapped his palms over his face and sighed, but the sound was drowned out by fleshy pops and brittle snaps. You tried to hide your wince but failed miserably. It seemed to go on forever, but just as soon as it started, it stopped.
He dropped his hands to secure one around your back, the other laying on your stomach.
“I have done what I can,” he said, the sclera of his eyes now an iridescent oily black.
You reached up slowly before pulling back.
“May I?” you asked, to which he conceded a nod.
You reached up again. The edges of his hood were worn in your hands, and you took a moment to enjoy the silk under the light.
“It's beautiful,” you told him.
His chest rumbled like thunder as he chuckled and replied, “It is nearly as old as I am. I've used it to cover myself since I can remember.”
“Even in the other world?” you asked.
“Especially in the other,” König affirmed.
You wanted to ask more questions, but you had bigger tasks. Namely, getting this hood off. With the task set in your mind, you slowly raised the hood.
The first thing you saw was a rounded jaw covered in blond stubble. You were about to comment on how normal he looked when you saw the stubble wave. It dawned on you that the stubble was actually tiny thin tentacles on his face, mimicking hair to the best of its abilities.
“Does your face normally have tentacles?” you asked.
“Sometimes,” König let you raise the hood higher, “but I'm concerned about the mouth. Are the teeth okay?”
You were about to laugh when you saw his mouth. His lips were thin and chapped. As he spoke, you could see multiple rows of needle-like teeth along the inside of his mouth like an unearthly sea creature. A couple jutted out along the top, looking somewhat like vampire fangs.
“Your teeth are a bit sharp,” you admitted with a wince.
“Do you want me to change them?”
You considered the notion, only to shake away the thought of having to listen to him change again. You could tolerate some sharp teeth.
“Can I take the rest of the hood off?” you asked.
“Do as you like.”
And so you did. You raised the hood and tucked it into your lap as you admired his new face.
“You look…” you brushed your hand along his jaw, “more handsome than I expected, honestly.”
He smiled with a huge grin full of teeth.
“I hoped so.”
You took a hand and brushed it through his short, messy wheat blonde hair. If it weren't so unkempt, it might have been a nice military cut. At least it was within regulations, you supposed. It was nice and thick, too.
He scrunched his thick eyebrows together as he looked into your eyes.
“Are you sure this is to your standards?” his pointed ears flicked back with concern.
“I think you look incredible,” you pressed a kiss against the tip of his slender crooked nose.
König’s eyes widened before he smiled warmly.
“I am glad, Summoner.”
You tugged on the back of his neck to bring him down to your level. He obliged and leaned in close. From here, you could see the fragile emotions he'd tried to hide from you for so long. All the longing and fear was practically shining before your eyes.
Without wasting any more time, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his.
It was awkward, and frankly his breath smelled worse than you expected. It was hot and acrid like an ocean shore, and his teeth pinched into your lips, but you'd do anything to kiss him again. It was too short, too sweet for your liking. You wanted to do it again.
You leaned in and kissed him with passion, this time focussing on how he struggled to mimic your motions. It seemed all his experiences with immortality had left him unprepared for this event. You remembered how lonely he told you he was. Your heart cracked.
The second kiss was longer, but not long enough.
You pulled away and held his face in your hands, cherishing what you never knew you had. Seeing him like this, it made you wonder if being his mate would be so bad after all. He wasn't extraordinary, but you wouldn't have wanted any more anyways. He was perfect to you, and that's what mattered in your mind.
Of course, you couldn't hold him forever, so you let him lean back and kiss your forehead as you huddled into him.
“I've wanted this for so long,” he murmured into your skin.
“I'm sorry I made you wait.”
He laughed and kissed you again, “It was worth every moment.”
You wanted to stay with him forever, to keep this moment alive for eternity, but time was not so kind to you. A yawn made its way from within, and your eyes were droopy as you laid your face against his chest. You fought valiantly, but you could only fight for so long before he decided to make decisions for you.
“We can be together tomorrow, Summoner,” he assured you as he rose to his feet, keeping you tucked against his chest like a precious gift.
“I don't want this to end,” you admitted sleepily.
“It doesn't have to,” he promised, “I can see you again tomorrow.”
He set you down on your bed and pulled the covers over you. You grabbed his arm before he could pull it away.
“Can you stay with me tonight? you asked with your last burst of energy.
König let himself still as he thought carefully. For a moment, you worried that he'd vanish into the shadows like so many nights before. But instead, he nodded.
He curled into your bed behind you, tucking you tightly against his body as you felt yourself drifting away. Soon, his warmth enshrouded you like the star lit sky, pulling you into a slumbering darkness.
He held you close to his body, embracing all parts of you under the covers.
“Thank you,” you heard yourself say.
“Sleep well, my mate,” you felt another kiss pressed to your cheek before you succumbed to sleep, “I will be with you always.”
Okay this au is getting silly but I love it. I am taking so much joy in this poor clueless summoner trying to appease an immortal being. There's something about a being with limitless power being nothing but a big suck for their mortal partner that I can't get enough of.
Anyways, you know the drill. Story below the cut.
NSFW 18+ MDNI
tw dub-con (stopped at request)
INTRO (pt 4)
18+ MDNI
tw dubcon (briefly, and is stopped when the reader cries)
As it turns out, being a mate had a different meanings betwixt the two of you. For some reason, in your stunned daze, you had assumed König meant that he would be your friend. An otherworldly companion to call your own. You had thought he was a lonely being that had been lost to the cosmos. As it turns out, you were the one lost out among the stars.
When he made his intentions clear by holding you down into his lap, you writhed like a woman at a stake. He had pressed himself against you with a full sigh into the crook of your neck. He held you with his hands and allowed his tentacles to roam over you like arctic waves under maternal moonlight drinking virgin blood. As one tentacle crawled out from his pants to caress your breast, you sobbed.
The cold tendrils withdrew, dark tides returning to the abyss beneath his clothing. You had nowhere else to turn but into his chest as you begged him not to touch you.
"Summoner, what pains you?" König brushed calloused fingers across your cheek.
"I can't do this," you pleaded with the endless current.
"Why?" König leaned in and kissed your forehead, tender in act but crushing in weight.
"I... I don't even know you!" you stammered.
"But Summoner, you are my mate?" König tilted your chin to look into his abyssal eyes.
You learned what it meant to be his mate. Sadly, as it turned out, you didn't have a way out of the deal that had been forged between you. König had made that clear enough to you.
"We will be partners in life," he explained as he finished tucking himself back into his pants. You tried to ignore how much effort it seemed to take him.
"So that means..." you trailed off, your eyes staring down at your soft and empty hands.
"It means you will serve me, and I give back in turn," he said, "when I ask you to do something for me, you will kneel at my feet. When you need me, you call my name. When you are to please me, you will take me completely. When you falter, I will hold you. Do you understand?"
"Maybe?" you shrugged awkwardly, "I don't know if I can do..." you waved at his crotch, "this... yet. It's a bit too soon."
König was bewildered when he asked, "Does sex mean that much to you mortals?"
"You have no idea," you groaned.
"So you're telling me you do not want to breed with me," König looked at you curiously.
"I mean, not now, no," you awkwardly waved your hands as you desperately flayed for an answer.
"But you will soon," König said flatly.
"Not soon. Wait, I mean, um... Maybe?" you spluttered.
König hummed, but thankfully didn't push for more. Instead, he held you, fetal in his ancient arms. You didn't know how you would manage this. What was there between you that could be hammered into a ribbon? What words could soothe this child of Loki? You knew that with every interaction, your hand dipper further and further into his yawning maw.
König grunted, "I want to sleep with you at night."
"Do you even need to sleep?" you raised an eyebrow at him suspiciously.
"Of course, all eyes must rest eventualy," König sniffed indignantly before settling a hand on your shoulder, "but as my mate, you will learn your place, and that would be by my side. If you cannot manage it with your eyes open, then I will have you when they close."
"That..." you covered your mouth and hummed, "that can be arranged."
