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.
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)
Story below the cut
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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.
More Eldritch!König! This time we get a little bit further in the story. Sorry about the ending though! I should have another part to this soon though, so no worries.
Tws: coercion (legal)
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Paper Trails Leave Bleeding Hearts
You looked down at your hand, the sigil scar that König had printed into your skin seeming to lose its luster. Once, it had been bright and energetic, flowing with currents of magic. When you looked at it again, it seemed to almost be fading.
Ever since discussing leaving the military, discussing your ‘relationship’ with König, he’d left you completely alone. You could only just barely feel the magic of his pact when you trained your skills. Your body ached with the loss of the immense power he’d pumped through your system. You hadn’t realised it before, but König had become a second body for you, a second reservoir of energy to manipulate for spells and rituals. Your own reservoir was notably weaker than most, and it had never been more apparent than the past week.
Your instructors had started to get antsy around you. Something about their weakest pupil being weaker than before set them on edge. It was as though they expected you to snap at any moment. Maybe they thought you were planning something, preparing for something greater, but you weren’t. You were just weak, tired, useless. You’d never felt so alone.
Your friends tried to ask you questions, but you never really knew how to answer them. How could you tell them that you’d insulted your summon? Summons weren’t meant to be insulted. They weren’t meant to pull away from their summoners. They were meant to obey, mind and body completely under control of their summoner as the two charged into battle. A summoner was meant to be perfect, immaculate, glorious. They were meant to be a pillar of strength and authority. König was meant to be under your thumb, but as of the past week you felt as though the roles had been reversed.
You crept back to your room quietly. Occasionally, somebody would elbow you as they passed by, snicker when you could do nothing more than shoot them a dirty glare. It seemed that the others were also picking up on your weakness. Without König to protect you, bullying had started to ramp up again. It had started small, just cutting you off in line, but you knew that it would get out of control soon enough. It was only a matter of time. With how the superiors watched you, it seemed they were starting to piece things together themselves. You shuddered to think of what they had in store for you.
Your room was just at the end of the hallway. A few more steps, a few more pushes. You could do it. You knew you could, but you were tired. You were so, so tired. You could feel yourself slowing down to a shuffle. Today had been especially hard on you, and now that you were so close, the doorway had never been farther. You walked, but it seemed to only leap further and further from your reach, playfully dancing beyond your fingertips. Was the hallway always this long?
You looked around. Was the hallway always this empty?
A hand clasped down on your shoulder. You spun around to look at the perpetrator, then up, up, up.
General Cusker looked down his nose at you, twin black stars burning with malicious glee. His dark lips curled into a treacherous smile as he spoke in a honey-smooth deep voice, “Good evening, sergeant. Tell me, do you have some time for a chat tonight?”
You didn’t, but who were you to talk back to a general?
“Excellent,” Gen. Cusker grinned with a pristine white smile, “I didn’t think so.”
You hadn’t spoken, but maybe your expression was enough.
“Come,” Gen. Cusker helped turn you away from your door, “I think we should have a chat.”
You nodded along mutely, so tired that words only coagulated on your tongue in a muddy mess.
“You know, it’s hard to get a hold of you,” Gen. Cusker remarked, “but I’m glad I finally managed to get a hold of you. After all, you’ve become something of a curiosity on the fort.”
“I have?” your words slurred together thickly.
“Most certainly,” Gen. Cusker ascertained, “I’ve heard many good things about you. You’re a good summoner, you know. Strong, loyal.”
“I thought they all hated me,” you admitted as you stumbled beside him.
Gen. Cusker clasped a hand around your shoulders to steady you, “Well, it certainly seems they push you to your limits.”
“I try my best, sir,” you muttered meekly. The general didn’t let go of your shoulders, merely pushing you forward to his office.
Gen. Cusker’s words slurred together in your mind. He was saying something important, but his words whispered through your ears like cotton clouds on a sunset. Here one day, gone the next. It all flitted by on summer winds.
You were pushed into a dark office and ushered into a wooden chair. The room felt suffocating and thick. Something had the hair on the back of your neck standing on edge, standing attention like little soldiers when the general sat down.
Gen. Cusker turned on a lamp and sighed, “Much nicer. You know, my wife found me this lamp at a local flea market. I told her I couldn’t bring it into office, but she told me I had to. Who am I to tell my wife she can’t have what she wants? I didn’t work this hard for nothing, did I?” Gen. Cusker finally looked at you with a saccharine smile, “with your relationship with König, you must understand.”
“My… My wah?” you drawled sleepily.
Gen. Cusker snapped his fingers, “Are you listening to what I’m saying?”
“I’m trying,” you grimaced, humiliated by your own personal display.
“I’m starting to understand your superiors,” Gen. Cusker grumbled before clearing his desk, “well, if you’re so tired, I’ll do this quickly.”
“Do wha?” you squinted.
“I’m just asking for a simple exchange,” Gen. Cusker pulled a form out of a file, “it’s just a quick sign. I’ve been told you’ve got a good relationship with König. Is this true?”
“Eh…” you winced, “kinda? I don’t really know actually.”
“You don’t know?” the general paused momentarily, “how come?”
“He’s been distant,” you admitted, “it’s… It’s really bad. He’s not responding to my calls.”
“He’s not responding to your calls?” Gen. Cusker drummed his heavy fingers on his desk, “really? That’s… Interesting. Do you know why?”
“I…” you tried to subtly pinch your wrist to wake you up, “I think I offended him.”
“So he’s not so close to you right now/” Gen. Cusker’s intense eyes bored into your soul.
“Not right now,” you admitted.
“So then you’re a bit distant right now?” Gen. Cusker pressed further.
“Not really.”
You shrunk back in your chair as Gen. Cusker drummed his fingers against the table again. He glanced behind him at the flags by his desk, then back to you with a perplexing expression. He smiled and you felt the temperature of the room drop.
“I’m going to offer you a simple deal here,” Gen. Cusker pulled out a pen, “and it might seem a bit radical, but I think it might be of interest.”
You nodded along slowly.
“König is an incredible summon. He’s the most powerful one on the entire base. He’s almost at a godlike level,” Gen. Cusker explained slowly as he templed his fingers together between you, “a summon of his power is capable of turning the tides of war. He could level a small country in ten seconds flat.”
You waited for him to continue.
“If you were to give another summoner König, someone who could control König properly, you could bring in an era of peace humanity has never known before.”
You blinked. The cotton in your mind slipped out of view just enough for you to gather your bearings. You sat up in your chair and frowned.
“You’re trying to take König from me?” you asked.
“I wouldn’t phrase it that way,” Gen. Cusker admitted, “but if you give König to a more competent summoner, you could change the entire world. You could bring in an era of prosperity and wealth never before seen. You could save all of humanity.”
You looked down at your hands. Sure, you cared for König, but if what the general said was true…
You picked up the pen, “So, if I sign over König, what would happen to me?”
“You’d be given billions to live on your own,” Gen. Cusker told you.
“B-billions!?” you blinked in a stupor.
“Billions,” Gen. Cusker reiterated, “König is the most powerful weapon our country could ever get their hands on. All the nukes in the world mean nothing compared to a snap of his fingers.”
You shuddered at the thought. You knew König was powerful, but this powerful? This was what had been at your fingertips all this time? It didn’t seem real. It didn’t seem right. No, something wasn’t right at all.
“If König is so powerful, why did you let me keep him in the first place?” you asked.
“Well, we wanted to make sure that König could be controlled,” Gen. Cusker explained, “it’s been centuries since something like König’s been summoned, and the last time plunged humanity into the dark ages.”
“The last reckoning,” you whispered.
“Yes, that was the last time humanity drew upon such power,” Gen. Cusker smiled and leaned forward, “but you could control him. If you pass your control to another, a more capable summoner, you can change the world.”
You looked down at the pen, sitting ever so slightly askew on top of the page.
“I need some time to think.”
Gen. Cusker frowned, “I’m sorry, but I don’t think you have much time.”
You pressed your lips into a line as you met Cusker’s lifeless eyes, “What do you mean?”
“You don’t have much time here,” Gen. Cusker repeated, “I want this done by the end of the hour. This is of utmost importance, surely you understand?”
“But… But isn’t this-”
“If you don’t hand König over willingly, there’s other options.”
You froze. You felt like you couldn’t even breath. You stared at Gen. Cusker with wide, wide eyes as the reality of your situation dawned on you.
“I can sign,” you whispered, “I can sign right now.”
So I really really wanted to do this hybrid au inspired by @bluegiragi, but if they want me to delete this I'll do so. I don't want to steal their idea, and if I'm stepping on toes I'll take it down. However, I did like the idea of shifters and created my own hybrids (just because I love monsters and mythology) and wanted to make a story following König.
So this story is just an intro of reader talking to a general as they're assigned König's case file. König is a half nachtkrappe/half jotunn hybrid, with a tendency to spread sickness and decay.
Either way, very short intro.
TWs: Discussion of death and disease
Wordcount: 1.1k
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Talking Heads Roll on Floors
You looked down at the documents in your hand. The file was decently thick, strangely so for a hybrid. You’d been assigned to a couple of hybrids before, but you’d never had a case quite like this before. A lt. general had purposefully called on you, specifically, for your background in avian hybrids, and though you had tried to explain that your experience with avians was limited to one grumpy grounded roc hybrid, the general was determined to see you on König’s file.
“He’s a lot to handle,” the general warned you sternly, “be careful with him.”
“Has he actually… He’s not hurt any handlers before, has he?” you asked nervously.
“We’re legally required to disclose these deaths in relation to Cnl. Leichenberg,” the gray haired man brushed his mustache, thick with dark streaks stained through it.
You looked down at the daunting manilla folder being pressed across the table.
“You’ll find that deaths in relation to Cnl. Leichenberg are largely due to handlers not following proper procedure,” the general tried to lighten the weight but failed miserably.
“Sir, it’s not my place to correct you,” you fumbled awkwardly, “however, aren’t most handler deaths written out as handlers not following proper procedure?”
The general was kind enough to give you a small smile, “You’re right to be suspicious, however Cnl. Liechenberg is a separate case entirely. In his shifted form, he acts as a form of bioterrorism against enemies. You may have heard of Lt. Riley, from SpecGru?”
“The one who kills somebody everytime he shifts?” you asked nervously.
“By random chance, yes,” the general nodded, closing his soft blue eyes momentarily before opening them again slowly, “Cnl. Leichenberg has a similar condition, except it seems that those in close proximity are at higher risk of contracting a fatal illness.”
“And you expect me to accompany him into battle,” you grumbled.
“Cnl. Leichenberg cannot control his illness, which is where you come in. You are to ensure he does not contaminate other shifters,” the general explained, “of course you’ll be given full vaccination and hazard gear on the military’s dime, and need I mention the benefits this position offers?”
“I can only imagine,” you whistled.
“Cnl. Leichenberg is not a dangerous shifter by any means,” the general paused, “at least, not to his handler. When proper procedure is followed, he is perfectly safe to be in close proximity to. However, the last string of handlers have been… Lackluster in performance.”
You glanced over the latest handler’s bio, “It says here that the latest was crippled?”
“He contracted a case of small pox,” the general explained, “the man was apparently a known anti-vaxxer and yet was put on Cnl. Liechenberg’s case. Of course, he didn’t manage to make it through the mission. You, I’m assuming, are up to date with your vaccinations?”
You nodded.
“You’ll need a few more before meeting Cnl. Leichenberg when he’s shifted, but I imagine you’d do well to meet him before you take his case,” the general’s warm eyes crinkled, “he’s not a difficult case to manage, I assure you. I’ve met the man, and he’s a nervous creature, but he’s nothing to be afraid of. I imagine you’ve dealt with more unruly hybrids during basic training.”
You laughed, “Well, if you’re so sure, I might as well meet him. Does he have a call sign or anything that I can call him by?”
“He goes by the name ‘König’.”
König… It seemed familiar.
“Wait, that guy’s not a colonel,” you glared at the general.
“He was when he was in the military,” the general explained, “and here in KorTac, we tend to respect the previous rank a soldier had before joining us, as long as they’re up to standard of course. König, thankfully, exceeds expectations.”
“It says here he’s an insertion specialist?” you asked, “but he’s a nachtkrappe shifter. Those are pretty small, aren’t they?”
“Keen on your biology, aren’t you?” the general chuckled, “but you’re right, they’re usually rather small and sickly, a result of their contagious nature. That nachtkrappe part of König is why protocol is so important when managing him. However, the other problem with König comes from the other side of his family,” the general trailed his finger down a page, “which you’ll find is-”
“He’s a jotunn shifter?” you spluttered before snapping your jaw shut. You looked up at the general fearfully, but thankfully the older man was in good spirits.
“That’s the insertion specialist part,” the general laughed, “he’s the biggest shifter on base, bigger even than the roc you were managing. He’s the biggest I’ve seen in ages.”
“So why are you asking for avian training when handling him? It’s not like he can fly, right?” you joked. You face fell with the general’s.
“König can fly alright, that’s part of what makes him an effective insertion specialist. He’s too big for most weapons to do significant damage, and he’s able to get into high points with a few flaps of his wings. He’s big, strong, and fast,” the general smiled grimly, “a perfect killing machine. Of course the unfortunate part is that he spreads disease wherever he goes. He’s the only shifter that can be used on a team at a time, and the rest of the squad needs to be outfitted accordingly. It’s part of your job as handler to ensure other soldiers follow protocol when they follow behind him into a building.”
You groaned, “You know they’re not going to listen to me.”
“You make them listen,” the general’s face hardened momentarily, “if you don’t think you’re up to it, I can find someone else easily. But here I was, thinking I was doing you a favor and helping you get ahead!”
“I understand sir,” you ducked your head submissively, “I’ll ensure the soldiers are equipped properly.”
“You’d better,” the general snorted, “the anti-vaxxer nearly got a whole squad of special ops killed on the first mission. Half of them had to be put on permanent leave,” the general leaned close and hissed, “you will not make the same mistake.”
You nodded quickly.
“Good,” the general relaxed, “so you know the drill, meetings will be once the paperwork’s been signed up. We’ll send you your forms with you once you leave, and König will get his side. Have them filled and submitted by Wednesday and we’ll arrange a meeting between you on Friday.”
“Yes sir!” you gave a quick salute.
You were quickly dismissed, and as you left the secretary by the door handed you a tome of paperwork that already had your head aching. Looking down at the stack, you had the dreadful feeling that the night would be a long one.
Okay this is just a feel-good fuzzy fic of dealing with self esteem. There is a lot of negative talk in the beginning, but König's always there to help remind us of our potential. He's a very good eldritch horror husband. Junji Ito would be proud of him.
Anyways!
TWs: Self esteem issues, feelings of being useless and unworthy of love, feeling like you're not worthy of your parents (even if there is a hint that they're actually a bit abusive)
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Circles of Stars in Cosmic Waltzes
You looked at yourself in the mirror. What glared back at you was nothing but shameful.
You looked wrong in your summoner robes. These robes, intricately woven out of enchanted wool and cotton, were naught but circus costumes on you. The elaborate gold and silver designs that had been embroidered into the front and along the sleeves looked gaudy on the black cloak. What was meant to be clean, professional, respectable looked almost like an elaborate joke somebody had crafted out of the scraps of a crafts room.
Looking at yourself pained you. It didn’t seem fair. You, born of great and noble blood that had coursed through the veins of some of the greatest summoners to ever live, were incapable of doing so much as taking control over a weather imp that you conjured from the first layer of the other world. You were nothing but a humiliating mistake to your family’s name. Once, maybe you embraced being the black sheep, but on nights like these you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have the shepherd’s care.
The tattoo on the back of your hand once made you proud, but lately it had only drawn ire. A high ranking officer had commented on how strange it was for a summoner to need a mark to copy, to not have their summons’ symbols firmly embedded in your mind’s eye. You had laughed it off at first, but the longer you sat with the thought the lower you delved into the depths of your mind.
You closed your eyes, shielding yourself from the horrible vision. You couldn’t bear to look any longer. The image of you playing as a summoner haunted you. You were simply a fake. You were a laughable excuse for a summoner, anyone could tell that at a glance. Your work was shoddy and unfinished, your memory was poor, your mental fortitude was as strong as a sandcastle in the face of the ocean’s tides. You would wash away, immemorable. You suspected that your name would be scrubbed from the family tree. You couldn’t blame them; you knew you were nothing but a disgrace to anyone who ever cared for you.
You opened your eyes again. You never were good at hiding from fate, were you? What a waste of space… Your parents were usually sympathetic, but you could see how they envied your cousins. They hated what you were. There was nothing but emptiness in the words they spoke to you. They could offer you kind smiles and hopeful praise, but you would never be able to reach up to greet their kindness. Instead, you’d stay on the forest floor and watch the trees grow tall and mighty above you, reaching up to grasp the clouds in the arms of their boughs. You, little ant that you were, could only watch in awe.
In some ways, what was most humiliating about your state was the only summon you had managed to make bend at the knee, and even then it wasn’t even with your force, but rather by their will. König was something beyond your comprehension, both literally and metaphorically. He’d long since made you aware that you were nothing but a speck under his foot.
What was the worst aspect about being König’s summoner was how he treated you so kindly. He was nothing but revenant with you, almost as though he actually treasured you. It was completely beyond your ability to comprehend why König was so interested in you. He’d explained once before, but it didn’t make much sense. Or, well, it did, but that didn’t help make the misery disperse. Instead, you were lost in a nebulous fog of shame, fear and guilt.
Guilt? Guilt. Guilt for wasting your parents’ resources, guilt for tricking others into thinking you were a capable summoner, and the most burning ember in your fire, guilt for chaining König to your side. You were nothing but cruel in how you bound him to you, weren’t you? But did you really decide this fate for him, or was it rather he who chose to shackle this yoke to his neck?
König was incredible. He was a light that shone within your darkest hours. He was the sun that shone down upon your skin, the moon that watched over you at night. He was with you at every moment, always at your beck and call. You’d grown used to his evening conversation, his playful banter as he helped ease you into bed, his warmth as you curled into his side at night. He was the daylight’s greeting and the night’s retreat. Ultimately, he’d become your home.
The lights flickered above. You may not have spoken his name, but he came regardless.
“You doubt yourself. Again.”
You ripped your eyes away from the mirror to look at the figure crouching under the doorway.
“You’re late,” you replied monotonously.
“Am I?” König asked as he stepped in behind you, watching you in the mirror.
“I think so,” you said.
“Then I must be,” König agreed, “I had hoped you might be able to see your light, however, even I am merely a subject of fate.”
“And fate says I’ll hate myself forever?” you scoff.
“Fate says you need a reminder of your worth,” König replied as he situated himself directly behind you.
“I don’t want it,” you spat.
“Fate does not care for your desires,” König droned.
“If fate doesn’t care about me, why should I care about it?” you argued petulantly.
“Fate is not so kind, Summoner,” König raised his hands to place them on your shoulders, “now, tell me, why does my mark cause you pain? Is it not imprinted on you to inspire comfort and hope? Does it not make you warm?”
You looked down at the intricate design on the back of your right hand. You raised it up to take a better look at the darkened skin. The pattern was truly beautiful, full of constellations and ocean waves sweeping into one another. It was one of the most intricate designs you’d seen, a testament to your summon’s strength and abilities. Everything about him exuded power and prestige. He was hammered gold, shaped into intricate arcane art. You were coal burning at the bottom of a pit.
“It’s a reminder,” you told him coldly.
“It is,” König acquiesced, “but I suspect it is more.”
“It is,” you traced the linework with your pointer finger.
“Then tell me, Summoner,” König softly ordered you.
“I shouldn't’ need it,” you said quietly.
“You value the words of the lesser far too much,” König grumbled, “what weakness is there in keeping a symbol of us with you?”
“You only gave it to me because I couldn’t draw your summoning symbol properly,” you cradled your hand to your chest.
“That was what I told you, yes,” König leaned his mask over your shoulder as he looked into your eyes in the mirror.
“You say that like there’s more to it,” you snorted.
“Summoner,” König tsked at you, “do you truly believe that I speak freely and openly?”
You smiled bitterly, “You’ve got me there.”
“Summoner, I like seeing my mark on you,” König chuckled as he leaned over you, caging you in between him and the counter, “when I see it on you, it is but a mark of my ownership of you. I own you, mind body and soul, it all belongs to me. When I put my mark on you, I was binding you to my side.”
You looked down at your hand, where the mark tingled on your skin. This mark seemed less of a reminder of your simple mind and now more a reminder of your fixture in König’s life. Strangely, the idea didn’t seem so disagreeable.
“You believe you are weak,” König drew you from your thoughts, “and there is merit to this, but you are not doomed to a life of fragile floundering. You are, rather, destined for greatness. Your blood gave you a promise on birth, and it has not lied to you. Your blood is simply dormant, but not lost on you.”
König took a taloned hand and brushed it through your hair, careful so as not to accidentally nick your skin with his hooked claws, “When I see you, I am reminded of the cosmos. There is emptiness, yet if you pull back to see the full picture, there circle planets around stars as they dance Azothoth’s maddening waltz through the universe. You are simply experiencing growing pains, of a sort.”
“You keep saying that, but how long do I have to wait?” you sighed as you matched his gaze through the looking glass, “when do I actually get to be strong?”
König shook his head, “To tell you that would be to ruin your potential.”
A frown crawled across your face. König’s prophecies sometimes seemed so far away that they sounded more like myths and legends than they did your fate. At this point, you were beginning to loathe this concept of fate. Had you a chance, you’d take their scissors and drive them through the eye those three witches shared. You had the suspicion such thoughts were thoroughly blasphemous in nature. You didn’t particularly care anymore.
“I wish I could punch fate,” you finally stated.
König laughed heartily, throat warbling with ocean currents and cosmic storms. His head kicked back with mirth, and so warm was his cold laughter that you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling. The two of you shared in the light of the laughter, a beacon in a sea of self doubt and fear. For a moment, the fates seemed to smile upon you, despite your surly nature.
“You do amuse me, Summoner,” König chuckled as he managed to wrangle himself back under control.
“I don’t get why you find it that funny. Don’t you know what I’m going to say before I say it?” you pointed out with a final laugh.
“I only see the potential of what you’ll say. Seeing what you decide upon is a constant welcome surprise,” König leaned down to brush his cheek against your own, “you may think I know everything before it occurs, but I assure you I am in awe with your choices.”
“What else would I have said?” you smirked knowingly.
“Must I tell you?” König sighed with exasperation.
“I command it,” you sniffed haughtily.
“You command! My Summoner, you are certainly growing into your role, aren’t you?” König chuckled before pressing a pinching kiss to your temple before deftly avoiding your retaliatory swat, “I believe another thought was rather depreciatory of your character, another was optimistic in nature. That response, however, was the one I expected the least. And that, dear Summoner, is what I appreciate most about you.”
“What you appreciate most?” you asked.
“You consistently amaze me,” König’s eyes crinkled with sunlight warmth, “and for that, I love you more.”
You didn’t think, and for that you paid the price of turning your head to press a kiss to König’s cheek. For once, both of you were as equally surprised as you were delighted.
König pressed a hand against his cheek briefly before bringing the hand back to circle over your chest, “You may not realize, but each and every kindness you gift me is cherished.”
You ducked your head into his forearm to avoid showing your blush, knowing full-well that König was quite aware.
He was, thankfully, merciful in how he addressed you, “Summoner, it is late and tomorrow does not bring much in the ways of rest. Do you wish to rest?”
You thought for a moment. You knew König was right, tomorrow would be strenuous in how it played itself. Your friends mentioned something about a physical test and something about a wilderness survival trip, but in that moment, König’s hold was greater than any expense the next day brought.
“Not yet,” you told him, “can you just hold me for a bit?”
König encircled you fully in his arms, guiding you into his dark cloak to press you into his form, “Always, Summoner.”
So it's about time for some Summoned!König! I haven't done any in a while. However, I knew that I needed to do something for Summoned!König. My little eldritch horror needed to introduce at least one member of his family, and I've been thinking about Summoned!König's mom a lot. I think she'd be fascinating.
Anyways!
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In the Heart of My Mother I Laugh
You practically skipped back to your room. Your thoughts were light clouds wafting through your mind, your body only weighted down by the mountain of chocolate you carried abc to your room. You were so ecstatic that you didn’t even care when the other soldiers commented on how much chocolate you were carrying, focussing only on the night ahead.
You poured the boxes over the table before standing back to admire your haul. Well, ‘your’ haul. There was no way you could ever eat this much chocolate, the thought was laughable. But, you had a feeling you’d be meeting someone who very well might like these chocolates.
Behind you, the lights flickered and popped.
You turned around with a smile.
“Ready?” you asked eagerly.
König groaned as he walked to your side, “I don’t think this is really necessary, Summoner. I insist that you reconsider this meeting.”
“But you met my parents!” you countered, “it’s only fair I meet yours!”
“Not parents,” König corrected you quickly, “parent. I only have a mother.”
“Did your parents get divorced?” you asked.
“No. I do not have a biological father,” König replied testily, “I have only one parent.”
“So I’m meeting your mom today?” you rocked back and forth on your heels.
“Again, I strongly encourage you to call off this arrangement. I am telling you now that it’s not necessary,” König crossed his arms over his chest.
“König,” you glared at your summon, “if you want me to be your ‘wife’ or whatever, I’m gonna need to meet your mom.”
“My mama already approves of your matching,” König grumbled.
“But I wanna meet her!” you complained, “it’s not fair that you met my parents but I’ve never met yours.”
“I assure you that meeting my mama would not be as pleasant as you think it would be,” König sniffed, “she is far, far above me in the summon hierarchy and, by extension, you. I highly doubt she would take kindly to meeting a mortal like you.”
“Then I need to change her mind,” you bundled the chocolates into your arms.
“You truly think this paltry offering would turn the tides of her favor?” König drawled.
“Maybe,” you shrugged, “it’s worth a shot.”
König rolled his eyes and took a long breath. On exhaling, he raised up one hand and flicked his wrist. The air crackled and hissed as reality tore in two before you. You were hit by the staggering smell of ocean salt and iron. You coughed on the heavy feeling of the air shifting in your lungs, but König paid you no mind as he dragged you through the portal.
Normally, you were surrounded by lights and colours of your world. In this portal, you were assaulted by a variety of sounds and tastes. Your eyes were blinded by a myriad of flashing lights in all different directions as you spun helplessly through the air. In the distance, you could make out the form of König as he leaned back and crossed his legs. You were about to spit curses when the taste of sour milk coated your tongue. You gagged, and the taste was replaced by the feeling of mushroom stalks squirming over your body. You tried to shake them off, only to shake out of the portal and into a great cavernous void.
You floated limply in the air. All around you, the world quivered in the darkness. Yet when you looked down at your hands, there wasn’t a single shadow on your body. You almost felt as though you were glowing, a firefly in the oppressive darkness.
Beside you, König curled through the air. He wasn’t anywhere near the form you usually saw. You could only tell it was König by the bright blue eyes that spotted his serpentine body. Long black tentacles unfurled around him, taking you by the wrist and tugging you through the emptiness to curl around you.
“König?” you whispered.
You felt more than heard his deep laughter. His normally high voice had dropped to abyssal tones, almost too low for you to be able to perceive.
“Is this your mom’s house?”
König paused. All his hundreds of thousands of tentacles froze in place as all his eyes spaced out. In an instant, all of his multitudinous narrowed as they stared at you.
“Did you just call my mama’s chamber, her palace of nightmares and dreams, her temple to the greater arts that arc above us, my ‘mom’s house’?”
“Uh-huh.”
Steam hissed out from the gills that slit across his skin, “So be it.”
His form curled around you further, drawing you onto his side to rest on what you suspected to be his back. You sat against the long black spines of his crimson back fin and crossed your legs. You put your bags of chocolate down on his slippery skin and put your hands behind his head.
“So, this was where you grew up?” you asked.
“No,” his voice echoed around you, “I grew up in her lungs. We’re in her heart right now.”
You listened close, but there wasn’t a single sound aside from König’s tentacles writhing over each other.
“I don’t hear a heartbeat,” you said.
“I’m doing my best to muffle it for you,” König replied.
“Let me guess, the sound of it would drive me insane? Have me marching to the mad cosmic waltz of Azathoth?” you snickered.
“No,” König huffed, “I just wouldn’t be able to hear you.”
“Oh.”
“Is it a crime to enjoy my summoner’s voice?” König asked.
“No, I just thought it would be some weird cosmic stuff,” you shrugged.
“My mother is surprisingly tame, Summoner,” König replied, “she understands that if you are to be my mate, she cannot eviscerate you before even speaking to you.”
“She wouldn’t do that to her son, would she?” you glanced up at where you thought König’s face might be, but his body extended far out of sight.
“I wouldn’t imagine so,” König replied, “I’m her favorite son, after all.”
“You’re the favorite?”
“Out of three-hundred thousand.”
You whistled, “Sounds like a big family.”
“You could hardly imagine,” König groaned.
You snorted and settled back against König’s spine. If nothing else, at least in his true form he was comfortable to sit on. A bit cold to the touch, but not nearly as slimy as you expected. In fact, his skin was surprisingly smooth to the touch.
“So, where is your mom?” you asked.
“She’s already here.”
On cue, billions upon billions of eyes opened up all around you. Each one was ever so slightly different from the others, be it in colour shape or size. They all blinked asynchronously as they looked down on the tiny human that sat in her heart.
You braced yourself for the volume to come, but she said nothing aloud. Instead, you heard her voice as a soft, creaking whisper in your mind.
“So this is my son’s mate?”
You glanced around, unable to fixate on one single eye until a curtain of eyes parted to reveal one giant squid eye staring down at you.
“You may speak.”
“Uh…” you stared at the eye in front of you, easily as tall as an apartment building and wide as a canyon.
“Tell me, what makes you worthy of my greatest warrior?”
You trembled as the voice curled through your mind.
“I’m his summoner?” you offered meekly. Your imagined meeting was quickly evaporating from your mind.
“You’re his summoner?” the whisper cackled, “not his mate then?”
“I…” you hissed. König tensed beneath you. You felt a sudden weight in your chest, like a hand curling around your heart.
You looked up at the eye, “I’m his mate.”
You felt your ears pop as the pressure swept away. The darkness receded to reveal a warm red glow surrounding you, strobing lightly with the steady beat of a heart.
“Good,” König’s mother whispered, “I would hate for a human to break his heart.”
“I have no intentions to,” you sat up straighter.
“You know, König was made from my atlas, yes?”
“No,” you admitted, “I don’t actually know much about your son.”
“You don’t know the roots of his birth, and yet you call himself his mate?”
The room darkened again slightly.
You cringed into your mate’s spine, “I… I think I am. Aren’t I?”
“That is not for me to answer.”
You crossed your arms over your chest, the only protection between you and the massive golden eye.
“I think I am.”
“Think?”
You swallowed, “I… I know.”
The whisper rolled around your skull before sitting back between your ears, “Interesting. So you know little of your mate. You met because of a twist of fate, and you think his mercy is his courting?”
“I thought he liked me,” you admitted.
“Does he?”
“Mama,” König grumbled, somehow not particularly disturbed.
“König, my precious hero, I am only asking for your sake,” She fussed.
König bristled slightly, flared his back fin behind you, but said nothing more. Evidently, you were alone in this battle.
“I think he likes me,” you declared as firmly as you could.
The eye scrutinized you further. You felt your head throb slightly. Just as you felt you might be snuffed out like a candle, the warm red glow came back.
“I’m glad to hear,” the voice subsided, “so tell me, why did you come to my home?”
“Um…” you glanced around before your eyes landed on the bags of chocolate, “oh! König told me you liked these! They’re chocolates!” you offered up the bag.
The bag slipped from your fingers and floated close to the eye. She scrutinized the bag before it disappeared into an inky void.
“Hold on.”
You waited with baited breath.
“Why does this one taste like vomit?”
An empty candy wrapper landed in your lap. You picked it up and scrutinized it.
“It’s a hershey bar,” you explained, “it’s an American chocolate.”
“It tastes vile.”
“I’m so sorry I didn’t think-”
“Now this one,” a caramilk wrapper dropped down, “this is sublime. Tell me, where do you get such a decadent treat? Surely this must be one of the greatest delicacies of your kind!”
“Um, I actually just got it from the grocery store,” you admitted.
“The grocery store?”
“It’s where humans buy food,” you offered, “they’re pretty common.”
“So you’re telling me humans have such luxuries at their fingertips?”
“If you have the money, yeah,” you shrugged, "but this one's pretty cheap. I got a two-for-one deal on this."
She was silent for a moment.
“Your kind is more advanced than I realized,” She finally admitted.
“Humans can be pretty neat,” you replied.
“So tell me, you’ve been seeing my son for how long now?” She asked, her voice notably losing the cool edge it previously held.
“Um, about six months I think?” you frowned, “König how long has it been since I summoned you?”
“Six months, twenty days, six hours, fifteen minutes and eight seconds ago,” König replied calmly.
“Thanks!” you chirped.
“Ah, so your relationship has only just begun,” She hummed, “well, I must say if you’ve lasted this long, that must be worth some note.”
“I sure hope so,” you laughed awkwardly.
“And a jester! I do think that’s one of humanity’s finer traits. Your abilities to find light in darkness are always amusing,” She chuckled, “it’s fascinating. I rarely deal with humans. Most are greedy and thoughtless, so tiresome. They call on me to wage wars, move mountains, drain oceans, win love, all meaningless things. I simply can’t be bothered to notice them,” her eye rolled before fixing back on you, “you, however, are rather curious. You’re not nearly as arrogant as the others I’ve met.”
“I'm not?” you asked.
“So far,” She sniffed, “but time will tell. As of now, I am only sad that my son has kept so much of his life from you.”
You frowned, “What do you mean?”
“Had König never told you about how his brothers used to take him haunting in other realms? Did he tell you his favorite food is volcanic ash? Has he ever even mentioned how when he was just fifty-thousand years old he used to put imps in his mouth and spit them into my lungs to make me cough? He liked to play with the stars I’d spit out.”
You snorted as König grumbled around you, his tentacles writhing irritably.
“Mama,” he groaned, “please do not discuss my younger years so freely.”
“Oh but I must!” Her voice was delighted, “you must know that for an avatar, he was the sweetest little youngling I had. He was always clutching onto my tendrils when he went to sleep in my fur,” a long tentacle swept out of the void to play with one of König’s many taloned feet, “such a sweet little one!”
“Mama! I’m an adult now!” König whined and recoiled childishly.
“Oh, if I could show you what he looked like when he only had one cell! He was truly something special.”
König groaned and curled around you further to try and put a barrier between you and his mother, but to no avail.
“My, if I knew how delightful you were, human, I would’ve insisted on meeting you earlier! There is so much I need to tell you about.”
You grinned. You hadn’t expected much when meeting König’s mom, but you already knew she was your favourite god in the pantheon.
My period is finally letting up so I can feel up to writing again. I know the content has been funky lately, but alas, when I'm down I tend to not write my best work. However, I was able to crank out this tiny little drabble of Summoned!König playing DnD! I hope you all enjoy.
TW: Village being destroyed
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“König?”
“Yes Summoner?”
“Why are we here? Why is that village on fire?”
König blinked. He turned to look at the dragon swirling up in the sky, then back down at you.
“This is how you play DnD, is it not?”
You watched the smoke rise from the village, now not more than a black spot on the horizon.
“It’s a tabletop game,” you said slowly, “if you wanted to LARP then you should’ve just said so.”
“LARP?” König tilted his head, “what is that?”
“This,” you gestured to the scorching wheat fields.
König’s armour clanked as he turned to look into the distance. He hummed, then sheathed his sword behind his back. He put one of his gauntlets on his hip, “You said you wanted to slay a dragon. Is this not exactly what you said we’d be doing? Have I not done exactly as you asked?”
“König if we were playing DnD we’d be sitting at a table and rolling dice.”
You flinched when the screaming started up again.
“It looks like the necromancer woke up,” König murmured.
“The necromancer!?”
“I thought it might make a fun twist to our adventure.”
“König, I’m the DM,” you hissed, “it’s my story.”
“I thought you said we made a story together?” König countered.
“Okay yeah but I’m supposed to be telling the main parts of the story,” you sighed, “so I make the encounters. You got that?”
König narrowed his eyes into slits, “I am attempting to understand.”
“Look,” you pinched your nose bridge, “when I said I was going to teach you DnD on the fly, I didn’t mean we’d be going to a different world. I meant that we’d be sitting at a table, eating snacks, rolling dice and imagining our adventure. I did not mean we’d actually be doing it ourselves.”
“Is it not more entertaining this way?” König asked.
You shrugged, “If I were expecting this, sure. Being thrown into a portal and stepping out into Middle Earth? Not so fun. I kinda wanna go back, actually.”
“This isn’t Middle Earth. It’s Milaobate.”
“It could be fucking Narnia for all I care. I just wanna go home.”
