Eternally Bound
Part Three
"Nix- a water spirit often depicted as a half-human, half-fish creature that lives in rivers and lakes, known for luring people into the water with their alluring appearance and enchanting songs"
Synopsis - As the days go by König watches from afar, for he does not want to scare his little treasure. But he can only go so long without basking in your presence.
Category - I've decided to label this as the majority fluff with sprinkles of smut and angst to spice it up a bit.
Warnings- Stalking (not necessarily but he watches you without you knowing), KÖNIG'S POV, this is loosely based on a 'trying to go to sleep' scenario, heavy on inner monologue, you're not awake for any of this (but don't worry nothing nefarious will happen) yearning and pining like the ancients did, König is fucking whipped already, reader has nightmare, sorry this is short.
Notes - This little one-shot is slowly becoming more of an actual fic instead (though not as long as I normally make my full-length stuff), so there will be more parts coming after this. I hope you're enjoying what I have thus far.
Wordcount- 1,257
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It had been centuries since König had the pleasure of laying his eyes on something as lovely as you.
He had spent generations wandering the depths as the world slowly forgot about him and his brethren. Fewer mortals begged him and his brothers for safe passage or a bountiful harvest, and even the prayers whispered to his sisters faded with each passing night.
And then there you were, sinking deeper into his domain until he could feel your rapidly beating heart slow.
He couldn't have that, not when the brief glimpse of your eyes had him uncontrollably reaching for you. He'd never seen anything as kind or as beautiful.
You were begging anyone who would listen to help, your prayers open for all to hear. König wouldn't doubt his brother in the clouds heard your pleas for mercy that night.
If it weren't for the reaper so close to your ear, sweet-talking your soul into his grasp, König would have dragged that ship deep into the water.
He would have ensured the men who fed such a lovely thing to a monster would suffer a cold and unforgiving death. Anyone who brings harm to something so angelic deserves wrath so powerful that not even the underworld will offer them reprieve from the consequences.
He'd hunt them down sooner or later, he just had to make sure his treasure survived their weak attempt at a sacrifice.
Has it been so long that the humans have forgotten what to offer him? A lovely creature is a welcome offering, but not her death. Certainly not by the hands of his waters.
You were cold and lifeless, your body limp in his palm as he breathed life past your blue lips. He waited, and waited, and waited.
Your heartbeat was faint, your pulse too slow for his liking. But you were alive.
All you needed was warmth.
And he gave it to you.
He brought you to his favorite temple, the very first one erected in his honor, and curled himself around you until he was sure you could maintain your own body heat.
It was selfish on his part. There were multitudes of ways he could warm you up, but he needed his arms around you. He needed you curled up against his chest, soaking up every ounce of heat he produced. He needed you to need him as much as he did you.
It was almost instant, his infatuation with you. Despite his brief time with you both unconscious and frantic with fear, he couldn't resist. How could he, when such beauty was so hard to find?
He wanted to see you comfortable, to see you sprawled across those sheets with a lazy smile on your face as he answered your every beck and call.
He wanted you to look upon him with joy, not fear. But that kind of thing took time and patience, two things König had infinite amounts of. So he watched you from afar, keeping you trapped in a gilded cage while he attended to your every need.
He kept himself hidden, too worried to ruin his little progress with your solace. König could tell you were anxious to leave, your guarded gaze never strayed too far from the pool he once emerged from.
You were wound tight, flinching at every sound that echoed throughout the room.
The intense, desperate need for your attention on him was so debilitating, yet he couldn't bring himself to frighten you again. Your terror was a putrid smell to him, the pugnant aroma forcing itself into his nose until he nearly choked with it.
The only respite from the yearning is at night after you whisper to the moon and succumb to dreams and fantasy. Only then does he allow himself a closer look at you. Only then does he allow only the softest touch, his fingers grazing your skin so lightly you don't even stir.
He stays by your side as the stars twinkle in the sky, refilling your water, refreshing your food, and relishing in your closeness.
König ached for your eyes on him. He yearned for the hues of color to be turned on him, to pin him with your raw emotions as he took away all your pain.
He's never felt this way before.
König had watched his brothers and sisters fall for mortals for millennia, and he'd seen the sorrow and despair that came afterward. Only once or twice had that story ended happily, and after having given up on the idea of love König finds it hard to see the story with his treasure ending in anything but tragedy.
Yet when you lay there, bathing in the moonlight as if you were made for him, he couldn't see anything other than a future with you. Couldn't think of a world where you weren't with him, lounging in a paradise he made for you as all your worries melted away.
König sits at the edge of your bed, the thick comforter lying at the foot. He beamed at the sight of you in the clothes he offered, the elegant fabric splayed all across your body.
Absentmindedly, König brushed his fingertips down your arm as if he were trying to make up for every second he couldn't touch you. You sleepily groan, your nose scrunching and your brows drawing in tight.
König panics, his hands immediately off of you and ready to book it the first glimpse of your eyes opening.
He'd been caught.
You'd see him, and you'd scream, and then he'd have ruined it all.
But you simply curl in on yourself, your lip quivering, and a pathetic whimper escaping your tightened mouth.
Your hands grip the soft sheets between your fingers, knuckles turning white with the force. You were still asleep, a tremor rolling down your body as König's body acted on its own accord.
When he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, his mouth uncontrollably spewing sweet nothings, he notices the tears.
Silvery droplets cling to your lashes, the moon light reflecting the terror within.
His heart breaks for you, but he knows what's at the root of your fear. You're all alone, stuck in a place because König is too selfish to let you go just yet.
Instead of reflecting too hard on that fact, König gently settles himself before you, careful to keep the bed dipping from waking you.
He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into the safety of his chest while his other snaked under you to cradle your head. Immediately, you settled, and the pinch on your face softened into something serene.
König knew he was taking a risk, knew that one wrong move would wake you up, and he was done for. But you felt so good in his arms, all soft and pliable.
He had to stop himself from joyously cheering out in glee the moment you nuzzled deeper into his embrace.
You rubbed your nose against his bare chest while your hands, once curled between the two of you, now wound themselves around him. You squeezed, seeking solace in the unknown comfort that chased your fear away.
It was dangerous to stay this close. To keep you glued to him and pretend as if you weren't trapped here with him, mourning your life because he refused to let you go.
König carded his fingers through your hair, humming in delight at the content sigh that escaped you.
"You are going to be the death of me, Nix."
A/N- I am so sorry for the late update, all my free time had been taken up by an AMAZING fic. Literally for the past few days it's been READ, READ, READ! But anywho, thank you all for the likes and reblogs it means the world to me!!! <33333
For anyone interested and because I can't leave a fic this good go unrecommended, here is the link to the thing that's been taking up every ounce of thought. For The Record (John Price/Reader)
