#konig cute

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꒰ Adorable König Habits & Routines Outside the Military — as promised my pookies :3 ꒱

Early Bird Energy: König wakes up ridiculously early, even on days off. He tries to stay quiet, but he still ends up making tea, pacing the apartment, or doing light stretches—his huge frame moving around while you’re still dead asleep.

Overgrown Houseplant Dad: He has a weirdly soft spot for houseplants. He waters them with too much care, occasionally talks to them “You’re growing well, ja? Keep it up.” and panics if a leaf turns yellow.

Notebook Hoarder: He owns way too many notebooks, some filled with tactical notes, some with random doodles, and some… just empty because he likes having them. Don't let me mention the silly patterns for notebooks he owns.

Clumsy Giant Moments: For someone so skilled in the field, König is shockingly clumsy at home. He constantly bumps into doorframes, accidentally knocks things over with his elbows, and hits his head on hanging lights. Later he tries to explain why your favorite decoration is fixed with glue magically.

Candle Enthusiast: He secretly loves scented candles. If you ever mention liking a particular scent, you will find a new candle of that scent appearing in the apartment. He would insist lighting one if you two are having a movie night — it spikes up the atmosphere

Protective Blanket Tucking: If you fall asleep on the couch, König has to tuck you in properly. He carefully drapes a blanket over you, making sure you're warm. If you shift even slightly, he freezes, afraid he woke you.

Big Spoon 90% of the Time: Even if you start off cuddling face-to-face, König will unconsciously pull you against his chest in his sleep, wrapping himself around you like a human weighted blanket. Gentle

Alarm Clock (For You, Not Him): Since you’re not a morning person, he wakes you up in the softest ways possible — rubbing your back, whispering to you, or placing little kisses on your forehead until you stir.

Absolutely Awkward with PDA: König wants to be affectionate in public, but he’s so tall and intimidating that he overthinks it. He’ll lightly brush his fingers against yours instead of holding your hand—unless you grab his first. Then he melts.

Buys You Snacks Without Asking: If he notices you like a certain snack, you’ll always find it in the kitchen. He never asks, he just stocks up on it like some silent provider instinct kicks in.

Waits for You to Get Home Like a Loyal Dog: If you come home late, König is either waiting by the door or lying on the couch, pretending he wasn’t waiting for you. Expect the long cuddling session if you were away for too long.

Secretly Loves When You Play With His Hair: If you ever tug on his hood and ruffle his hair, he groans dramatically, but he never stops you. If you start braiding it? He’s suffering but lets you do it anyway.

Terrible at Saying No to You: You want to steal his hoodie? Done. You want him to cook something random at midnight? Fine. If you give him the right look, he just sighs and does whatever you ask.

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what type of date konig would like to go on? restaurants? aquarium date? or maybe something more quiet? tyy <3

Warning: König Face Reveal!!! (Headcanon)

Aquarium date sounds awesome, I think he’d stare at fishes for a long time. He’d help you carry aquarium merch that you bought.

Burn marks on his face are from the bullying when he was a child/teenager, the scar is something I haven’t think about.

I hc him with long hair, because I want something to still cover his face without a hood (sniper hood at an aquarium sounds weird) (I’m not super proud of the hair here but I tried)

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꒰ guess who decided to post again after an eternity? im so sorry yall im locking in from now on ꒱

König is that type to: Pull you behind him protectively if someone even slightly looks at you the wrong way

König is that type to: Accidentally lift you off the ground when he hugs you because he forgets how strong he is

König is that type to: Wear his hood even at home because it makes him feel comfortable and safe, sometimes even forgetting he has it on

König is that type to: Struggle to sit comfortably in small chairs, his knees always too high, it ends up looking like he is sitting on a kids chair

König is that type to: Act all tough in public, but when he is alone with you he acts like a lovesick puppy

König is that type to: Genuinely enjoy grocery shopping, but always buy too much and struggles where to put all of those stuff he bought

König is that type to: Let you do whatever you want to him ꒰style his hair, steal his hoodies, poke his cheeks ꒱ he’ll just sigh and let it happen.

König is that type to: Try to “share” the blanket with you, but somehow always ends up with 90% of it ꒰ he claims that he should be your blanket ꒱

König is that type to: Get super focused when cooking, measuring everything perfectly, like it’s a military mission.

König is that type to: Cover his face with his hands when flustered, like a giant embarrassed mess.

König is that type to: Say “Scheiße” under his breath when he drops something, then crouch down dramatically like it’s the end of the world.

König is that type to: Fidget with the hem of his mask when nervous or deep in thought.

König is that type to: Struggle to text with his massive fingers, constantly making typos usually not even noticing them

König is that type to: Sleep in the weirdest, most chaotic positions, dragging you with him as he cages you with his arms and legs like a koala

König is that type to: Whisper “Entschuldigung” (excuse me) to objects when he bumps into them

König is that type to: Duck under doorways instinctively, even if they’re tall enough for him ꒰ he good trauma yall ꒱

König is that type to: Panic if you cry, immediately pulling you into his arms and mumbling in German because he doesn’t know what else to do.

König is that type to: Look terrifying when staring, but he was just dozing out thinking about what to eat for dinner

König is that type to: Genuinely believe you are the best thing in his life, even if he’s too awkward to say it all the time.

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König being his adorable self, probably fidgeting with his big hands as his little crush approaches [hint: it's you :>]

My first sketch, that has been posted, thanks for support pookie

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inspiration from here 🎀 — had to make my own version, it just feels so accurate lmaoooo

König never liked the beach. Too hot, too bright, too many people. The sand got everywhere, the humidity made his clothes stick to him, and worst of all? The sun. Scorching, merciless, and completely unavoidable. He preferred the cool, quiet shade of the mountains, where he could actually breathe without feeling like he was being slow-roasted alive.

Yet, despite his many complaints, he found himself standing there, right at the edge of the shore, watching you run toward the waves with excitement. He didn’t even know how he ended up here, but he had a pretty good guess.

Your enthusiasm was his greatest weakness. He could handle combat, intense military training, and even life-or-death situations. But when you looked at him with those pleading eyes, practically bouncing on your toes as you asked, “Please, König? Just one beach day?”—he knew he had already lost.

And now, here he was. A 6’10 Austrian war machine, drowning in layers of sunscreen, sweating under the sun, and internally regretting every life choice that led him here.

When you took a glimpse of that pretty seaside, your eyes shone like there were gold coins waiting for you to pick them up, but König? He was doing that for you, not because he wanted to do it and he made that clear multiple times during your way there.

He was sent into pure horror when he realized that there was no shade anywhere. Thank God he packed a whole beach tent without your concern, and he was about to set it up immediately before his little angel got harmed by the hot sun.

König was a man of precision, but the sunscreen application? Pure panic. It wasn’t just the normal kind either. He frantically applied layer after layer to your skin, barely taking a breath. He was in a full-on frenzy, convinced the tiniest bit of exposed skin could burn you. “It’s for your safety, Hase,” he muttered, even as he smothered your face with a second, third, and fourth layer of SPF 50.

The moment you stepped away from him and into the water, he was already freaking out. Watching you wade into the water, König hesitated, his gaze darting from you to the waves. He couldn’t swim properly. Not because he couldn’t float or manage basic movements, but his height made it impossible to wade through the shallow water without his legs towering out. Plus, the waves didn’t seem to care about his size—they crashed right into his broad chest, making him feel even more awkward.

He stayed at the shoreline, awkwardly trying to look composed, but secretly dying of discomfort as he watched you splash around.

And then, it happened—the burn. Just a light redness on your cheek, but to König? It might as well have been a full-blown sun-induced crisis.

“NEIN!” He yelled, rushing over and carefully inspecting the area like he was checking for a wound, his brows furrowing in disbelief. His hands were all over you now, reapplying sunscreen like you were his most precious cargo, never mind the fact that he’d just done this not five minutes ago.

He was almost ready to take you back to the tent and wrap you in a cocoon of blankets until you were safe from the cruel sun. The waves and beach? Forget them. His main focus was now keeping you safe.

He looked around frantically, as if the itself was at fault for making you burn. “We need to go back to the shade!” he hissed. And even though you reassured him it wasn’t that bad, he wasn’t hearing it. He was already dragging you back under the tent, keeping you in the shade as if you might spontaneously combust if exposed to the sun for more than a second.

He indeed was overreacting but he would never forget himself if you got harmed by anything, he was supposed to protect you and keep you safe from any threat — he was smittened by you like he was never before and he knew that

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꒰ pov. cutie König trying to wake you up, you aren't a morning person ꒱

König had been awake for at least an hour, already dressed, already restless. But you? You were still buried under the blankets, curled up like a stubborn little cocoon.

He sighed, kneeling beside the bed, his large hand gently nudging your shoulder. "Maus, wake up," he whispered, his voice warm but insistent.

You groaned in protest, burrowing deeper. He huffed a quiet laugh before leaning down, his breath brushing your ear. "If you don’t get up, I will carry you," he warned playfully. No reaction. A pause.

And then, without another word, König slipped his arms under you, effortlessly lifting you into the air, blankets and all. "Nooo—!" you whined, flailing weakly as he chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Too late, little one. The day has begun."

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König is an ugly sleeper when you're not beside him.

By that I don't mean he looks ugly while sleeping, definitely not. When he finally falls asleep, his constantly tight face muscles relax and his face might even look cute — from my picturing, his face matches his physique

When he has to sleep alone it's pure torture for him. He keeps tossing around, his legs keep getting tangled with the blanket, his pillow is constantly warm.

He hated those nights. Without you he is nothing. He can’t even take a rest without your warm and comforting presence, that makes him feel safe and loved 🎀

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König has a terrible habit of overpacking for even the shortest trips.

A simple weekend getaway? He’s bringing at least three bags, packed with everything from extra clothes (in case of a “weather emergency”) to snacks, medical supplies, and even things we’ll never need—like a flashlight, despite us staying in a well-lit hotel. He insists it’s "just in case."

It’s both frustrating and endearing. You would tease him about it, but deep down, you know it’s because he just wants you to stay comfortable. And honestly, it’s cute seeing such a massive, intimidating guy fuss over whether I might need an extra pair of socks.