hello tumblr! i’m iris, a has-been veteran who’s returning to this website after years of inactivity. i’m definitely multi-fandom, but generally i’ll just reblog stuff rather than actually talking about it myself
i’m writing a konig (cod) fic on ao3!! hopefully that’s where you’re from!! if not, don’t fret, it’s linked below so you can go read it. GO READ IT. KUDOS IT. COMMENT.
i absolutely adore hearing from anyone who likes my fic! (or doesnt idk you have free will) so please do not hesitate to dm me or ask me something, i love silly little discussions and making new friends <3
i am also entirely in love with writing little drabbles. doesn’t have to be strictly konig related, ill take any of the boys, and write most things!! (incl. smut muahahah
mentioning smut though, as i write a bit of nsfw content at times i would like to ask minors at the very least to not interact. if i catch any of you little SHITS its BLOCKED ON SIGHT
from what i remember, people like tags! so below you’ll find an array of things
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thinking about an au where reader is an addict and konig is one of her plugs
thinking about how all the other dealers were always forward about wanting reader, but never konig
thinking about all the other dealers flexing their drugs money and girls, but never konig
thinking about reader needing a place to stay and having no money for drugs.
thinking about a konig whos been watching her for years, hoping it would lead to this...
thinking about a reader who knows him to be the safest of her dealers.
thinking about a konig who isnt...
thinking about a slow burn where she realises he is not the man she thought he was. thinking about reader falling in love with it because she sees his guilt. thinking about a konig who cant believe he could be loved. thinking about a konig who thinks he is immoral and evil and unworthy of goodness, and a reader who proves that even if he was, she'd always give him love anyway.
thinking about them fucking way before they actually catch feelings and being fuck buddies to cope with their repressed love for each other
Hey girl!! This is kinda odd and you don’t know me but idk how else to reach you but I just wanted to see if you were alright?? Haven’t heard from you in a whileeee and I just wanted to check in,, hope your doing okay! :))
thank you, and to everyone else, who checked in.
i wasn't okay. but im doing better now! i really had to admit to myself for the first time that i havent been okay for like. years. and that writing, in any of its forms it may take, is one of the few things that makes me happy and fulfilled.
i often feel suuuuuper loser-ish for being a fic writer. but im teaching myself that its ok to be weird and cringe. its human and its creativity.
i want to dedicate more time to exploring my writing, to do justice to the creative in me. thanks for anyone who wants to follow along and watch while i do it!
just confronted myself and the nearly 10k words of smut i wrote. what was i on? what possessed me to do that? should i do it again? i think ill be doing it again?
on that German reader that i mentioned in the previous post;
hi Lillith!! oh boy i really appreciated that German 101 walk-through. i am mortified at being called out but also thankful that i can now adhere to another section of readers and not make them cringe when they read my google translations.
i will not be posting the ask on here because i want to keep this sacred knowledge to myself. maybe sometimes i am a gate-keeper. and what about it?
thank you again!! feel free to DM me if anything else crosses your mind that you'd like to share, not just specific to the German in my fic!!
OMG HI!! So I just finished reading the latest chapter of your AO3 fic and I love love LOVE it!! I came to ur tumblr because I was hoping for more content and I saw ur post about Königs backstory and god his entire demeanor through the fic makes sense now!! I was wondering abt some stuff in his backstory though..
1. Why did he choose to enter the military instead of continuing math/science studies like his parents wanted him to?
2. He really seems to hate the people he worked with while in the military, so how did his ‘friendship’ with ghost and soap develop?
3. Would he ever introduce us to his family? (I know thanksgiving would be hell in his household 😭)
4. Do you think he’ll ever come to face his trauma? Like would he consider therapy or some other type of treatment?
5. (Bonus question) how do you write such good German 💀 I wanna write König fics but know absolutely nothing about German
Sorry for the onslaught of questions!! I just love this man so much fr
HELLO ANON !!!!!!! im so glad to hear that you're interested in König's backstory - it is such an important aspect of who he is (despite how much he would deny this fact if questioned) and as you said, really does dictate much of his behaviour in the fic.
i love getting questions!! there is no such thing as an onslaught of questions - just keep throwing them at me. often when im questioned it helps me add depth to the characters i write, inspires new ideas, etc. KEEP EM CUMMING !!!
okay. now to actually answering them
a huge part of it was to spite his family, actually. by his mid-teens, he would do just about anything to piss off his mother. yes, he loved his math and science, but it was something he could let go of. he never really felt a huge amount of passion for anything by the time he decided to join the military. his decision was also influenced by his lust for violence and underlying blood-thirst - he thought it would be a genius way to experiment with the anger that was bubbling away at the surface and see how he could release it. finally, he grew up with very few positive male role models. they were all hyper-masculine, aggressive, physicality-based. to him, the picture of a perfect man was a soldier, an army man. he thought it the most logical (and easy) pathway to guaranteed employment.
GREAAAT question. his friendship with ghost and soap started with Ghost. Ghost (in my au) was a few years older than König and had a bit more life experience than him. Ghost watched the way that the Austrian behaved for weeks; the silence, the angered glare, the punches thrown. he saw himself in König, and wanted to see what he could do to help, to prevent him from ending up where he did. it was a slow process to befriend König and earn his trust, but after weeks of quick comments, pats on the back, and quiet early mornings, Ghost finally got him to come around. and Soap? well, he's just an extension of Ghost. that's what he would say to anyone else, including Ghost, but internally, König actually quite liked Soap. his incessant comedy and positivity were both infuriating and admirable, especially in the face of what they were contending with at times. finally, he appreciated the fact that neither of them seemed to judge him for much. they were just interested in his well-being, something that seemingly the rest of the boys were not.
fuck no! he doesn't want his beautiful girl to be exposed to the horrors that plagued him as a child, giving her any insight into the person he used to be. aside from that, he went no contact with his mothers years ago, after she divorced his father. his father only gets a text message from König once a year, normally at Christmas or around his birthday. maybe one day he'd clue his dad into the woman in his life, but not for a good long while. not until he's certain that you're not going anywhere.
another big fat no. on one hand, he knows that something might be a bit off about him, but on the other, he doesn't think it important enough to go and get it checked out. on all the psychological assessments before he joined the military, he lied on every single question. gave the impression that he was fine, because he knew what they expected of his mental health. he thinks it would be a waste of time. he much prefers just pushing it to the back of his mind and taking his anger out elsewhere. if he believes he's fine and doesn't need help, wouldn't those pansies who just want to study him think that too?
HEEELLLPPPP please it is not that good - in fact, i got a lesson from a German reader in my ask box correcting me on my German which from now on i will be implementing. it was all just google translate and blind faith that the Germans wouldn't get me for it. go for the writing!!! just trust that they won't get you too!!!!!
hello, just checking in to see if you're doing well ❤️
guys i think i might be coming back....
thank you to everyone who's checked in on me these past months. despite my utter radio silence it has not been lost on me. you are the sweetest folks.
it was a long a treacherous few months filled with all types of hell but in a few days ill be free of my university commitments and ill have more free time to enjoy myself. im also feeling a little less fucked in the head! hooray!!
thoughts on an iris comeback? i owe you all an onslaught of writing if that's something that y'all want...😈
anyway. ill slowly be responding to my ask box (staring tonight to hopefully bring people back to my page)
keep an eye on this space and the fic in the coming weeks... MUAHAHAHAH ily!!!!!!!
Hi Iris! I just wanted to ask if you had any general head canons about König (your AU or just in general) that you’d want to share? Anything about his upbringing, love language, unhealed trauma ect. that you’d want to divulge? Also I absolutely love your writing. The way you write König is definitely one of my fav interpretations of his character.
OMGGGGGG IVE BEEN W A I T I N G FOR SOMEONE TO ASK ME ABOUT THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM SO EXCITED YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND OSPDHVWEVNJWEGOH
thank you sm for your words!! im so flattered <333
for this one its going to be headcanons for my AU of könig. hope you enjoy!!
tw for implied verbal and emotional abuse, bullying, negative self-talk, mentions of locker-room talk, violence, and implied manipulation below the cut!!
könig's flaws and love language have a lot to do with his upbringing. don't get me wrong, it wasn't like what he'd heard of ghost's upbringing. könig had adequate food and shelter, and his parents never blatantly mistreated him. he was never kicked, or hit, never had things thrown at him; nothing was ever wildly hurtful.
but what he had suffered built up over the course of 17 years and had impacts that lasted much longer. shit that he's still trying (not) to work through today. shit that stayed deep within his psyche, that he came back to every time he failed and shit that whispered down his neck, telling him to push himself further.
from the outside looking in, he came from an entirely normal family. his mama and papa loved each other. they went to church every sunday, and beamed when people complimented how tall their boy was getting. könig was spoiled because he was an only child and never had to share the attention. he excelled greatly in the subjects of mathematics and science from the time he was 8 and received recognition for this at school.
but the outside never gets to see how bad you're hurting, does it?
he'll never forget the way his mother straightened his collar, scolding him centimetres away from his face, reminding him that if he gets anything less than a 19/20 on the upcoming test, he'll have no hope of being anything to them.
he still can't seem to shake the look on his father's face when his mother ranted and raved about how könig had tarnished their entire reputation by questioning the teacher's authority, how he was a disgraceful and humiliating child. the way his papa's bushy eyebrows pinched, and he ran a hand over his buzzed hair. the look that screamed 'if i say anything, she'll attack me too.'
none of it was loud. everything his mama ever did to him was only ever alluding to him being the worst thing she had ever done. it was the words, the mind games, and the inability to fight back. he was trapped as a youth. trapped in a household that yelled 'i love you', and whispered 'but only when you are my projection of what you should be.'
of course, it didn't stop there, either. he was torn into relentlessly at school, too. it was much like his home life, except with the added bonus of being thrown into trees and having his face dunked under sinks for extended periods of time.
y'know, typical kid stuff.
they grabbed at anything they could with him. his love of space, his braces (that never really did much to help his teeth in the end), his height, his size, his stutter. all of it. anything that indicated that he was different to the rest of the population was like a big, red target on his back.
what they did at school further cemented in his brain what he learnt at home.
you are worth nothing. you contribute nothing. you are nothing. all you are is an outsider. all you can be is an outsider. you are not attractive. you are not talented. you offer nothing. you are nothing.
this treatment from ages 0-17 is what led to his deeper flaws emerging from 17-25. his frequently infrequent contact with his mother and father, his tendency to distance himself from the other cadets, his daydreams of violence.
he didn't like crying. it sent memories of sobbing in the PE closet and into his pillow flooding back. he preferred to push it down, ignore it, and forget it happened. he would much rather be the first one out at target practice.
he still stuttered. so, he stopped talking. he resorted to closing his mouth, to wearing a bandana, to wearing a balaclava, to wearing his t-shirt. he liked fading into the background, even though his build wouldn't ever really allow it. he hated socialising. at first it was because it made him so nervous (it still does, but he won't admit that). he couldn't find the right words to make himself likable. after a while, he came to resent it. why was everyone else able to pick it up with such ease, but not him? where was the fairness in that? he eventually stopped seeing much point in speaking up more than necessary.
and girls never took interest in him during high school, so he didn't expect them to now. he was never upset with the women, he wouldn't blame them if they wanted nothing to do with him. it was his fellow cadets that drove him insane. talking of a new bird every day, objectifying them, degrading them. part of him wanted to join in; share this bond they seemingly had, talk about his own girl he used up. they made it sound so good. but a bigger part of him was wildly jealous and horrifyingly enraged at what they could say at times. it filled him with a fire that he couldn't quite understand.
this didn't stop him from a go on the local barrack bunny here and there. just to prove to himself that he wasn't entirely devoid of feeling.
he couldn't really pinpoint when the violence arose in him. it just. appeared to him one day. he realised while standing over another limp body that he'd killed someone and enjoyed it. that he'd taken their power away, just like his mother had done to him. his mother who had now disowned him for staying in the army for so long. his mother he wanted to destroy. his mother whom he could never destroy, so he destroys others instead.
eventually, he started pushing the limits everywhere he went. the more settled he got in himself as a man, the more he acted out. this is what landed him in jail. his rash decisions, his anger, his lack of all other emotion. it was eating away at him behind those bars, and he itched to take it further.
that itch only got stronger when he met you. you, who he now had to protect. you, who he saw meaning in. you, who saved him from being consumed by his darkness.
könig doesn't love in a particularly healthy way. i mean, i think that isn't too surprising given what he went through and subsequently put himself through. he loves possessively, he loves obsessively, he loves as if there is nothing else in the world but you and him.
to him, love has no definition. it has no 'right and wrong' other than hurting the person you love. if he has to hide something from you, it's because he doesn't want to lose you. if he has to use his words to twist your mind, it's so you never lose sight of him. if he has to protect you from the world, by any means necessary, it's worth it. if it's you, it's worth it.
he sees no problem in doing morally grey, or even impure things if it means you stay with him. after all, he loves you. you wouldn't deny him, would you? don't you love him too?
he knows it'll never get to the stage where you question him, though. he can see you are wholly dedicated to him. it's only more fuel to him being able to do what he wants to you. he knows if you were aware, you'd like it.
in terms of love languages, könig's biggest is physical touch. he just loves that skin-to-skin contact with you. he loves how much bigger he is compared to you, he loves wrapping himself around you, to the point where it almost looks like you two are one entity. you're just so soft and warm; he can't ever get enough of, in some way, having your skin on his.
aside from that, you'll often find that he shows his love in acts of service. anything from sweeping the kitchen to building a house, if he can serve you or protect you, he'll do it. he's unsure where this tendency came from in him. he just enjoys keeping busy.
he particularly appreciates words of affirmation from you. something he never really received growing up. he would never ask you to praise him, never even admit that he likes it. but when you slip the occasional 'you're so good to me, baby' or 'this is wonderful, you did amazing', he melts. he's a sucker for being told he's good enough, or that he did well.
könig sure as hell isn't perfect, but he's working on being better for you. he's doing what he can to make sure you never see the vulnerable child in him. the wrathful teenager. the uncaring man. he wants you to have the best of him.
and you do, because you bring it out in him naturally.
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yeah!! that's it!!! i tried desperately to not talk to much but there's just so much to say. so many things that this post could lead to.
thank you so much for reading this far!! pls reblog if you like it, and send in more requests!! it makes my day!!!
merry christmas gorgeous! how are you doing? hope you get a big ass Austrian under the tree this year! that being said, what does König think of christmas traditions? does he have a favorite? what kinds of gifts does he get?
omg merry christmas and happy holidays!!
im doing okay, so so so tired. working retail this christmas season has me DEAAADDDD
but this idea has me AAAALLLIIIIIVVVEEEEEE
unfortunately, no Austrian under my tree. devastating, really. but hopefully if there's no Austrian here, they must be with you!!
making the executive decision here to add a little smut. maybe its self indulgence, but i know some of ya'll will enjoy it, you little nasties. feel free to skip it if you like, everything non-smut related comes first!!!
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könig loves christmas. perhaps it's his central european upbringing, but he finds the spirit really comforting and reminisces over all the traditions from his childhood. he's not particularly into the 'white christmas' thing, he much prefers a christmas adorned with a little sense of spooky and will relate aaaalllllll the krampus myths to you by the light of the fire. just to see if he's able to scare you because he's mean
his favourite part of christmas is the food. the warm, home-cooked meals. the spices and seasonings that have you feeling toasty and calm well after the embers die out. he is truly impressed when you make a batch of pfeffernüse, and he surprises you with a bottle of his! own! mulled! wine!
he hands it over looking so proud of himself. a big cheesy grin on his face as he's already grabbing two glasses, so he can get your reaction to a taste test.
and he of course hits the nail on the head. it's delicious. he should be proud of himself!!
as for gift-giving, he struggles a bit when getting you gifts. as per usual, christmas always sneaks up on him far too quickly, and all of a sudden there are five days till he's supposed to give you something and he hasn't thought about it, much less started shopping.
but, he pulls it off!! success!! you watch as the space under the tree slowly gets filled over the course of the week. his gifts for you finally joining your gifts for him.
he pampers you, naturally. how could he not? generally steers to all the things that are going to make you feel pretty or expensive, because he wants you to feel like you look good, too.
buys you expensive-smelling perfume he swears you mentioned in march, skin-care you might have brought up in may, a book or two he thinks you told him about in july, a pair of shoes you raved about in september, a dress he saw in november that reminded him of you, and more.
he really does stun you with how much he remembers, and the fact that he did almost matters more to you than the gifts themselves. he puts so much thought into what he gifts you, and then has the audacity to ask you if it's enough. if you like them.
you pounce on him, knocking his stupid little christmas hat off and sending him backwards, dragging you with him. you giggle and cover him in kisses, mumbling in between them how wonderful he did. that you love it. he lights up, squeezing you tighter.
he stops you for a moment, saying he has one more thing.
pulls out a little box from his pocket, and drops it into your hand. watches with delight as you pop the lid and see a customised necklace, with a little pendant that says "K." on it. you get a bit teary, and ask him why he got this in particular for you.
he tells you it's so nobody mistakes that you belong to him.
alr a bit of smut below!!
GOOOOOOOD does he love sex in december. he loves how sensitive you are to his cold hands trailing your body, he loves how hot you get when you're trapped by his body heat and the thick blankets, he loves you in those skimpy pjs that do nothing to shield you from the freezing air, he loves that you always beg him to warm you up.
but he won't just take you in the bed on the cold nights. nope. he'll have his way with you anywhere. he doesn't know what it is, but he always seems to get more horny in the cold months. he just can't help himself, he'll do it anywhere.
in the kitchen while you're cooking dinner, lifting you onto the countertop so he can bury himself in you.
on the couch in the afternoon, letting his hand slide up between your thighs, then telling you to concentrate on the movie until you cave and crawl into his lap.
in the steamy morning showers you share, claiming that your gingerbread-scented body wash makes you smell too good to resist.
all through the month, his go-to excuses are "you're cold", "i'm cold", or "it's an early present." he's almost relentless, so you come to make a guessing game out of which one it's going to be. you always tease him about it, but it's not his fault! you just keep him so warm and cozy :((
ADOOOOORES cock-warming on the particularly nippy nights, too. he promises it's for sharing body heat and that it isn't uncommon among couples in the winter where he's from. but you know that's a bold-faced lie, you see the glint in his eye. you can feel the way he throbs inside you, and clenches his jaw against the skin on your neck.
nothing confirms that he's lying more, though, than when you are gently awoken by him. you think it must be serious, because he's usually adament on not waking you up.
but you turn your head and his entire face is red, with his puppy dog eyes staring at you.
"i can't concentrate on anything else, meine liebe. you were squeezing me in your sleep. please, let me take you. you'll be even warmer with my cum in you."
Oh my goodness, your fic is my absolute favorite, I've reread it three times already!! (My ao3 user is Uhohitzafurry) I let you cook and God damn did you serve
ahhh thank you!! im so glad you enjoy my fic, and yeah i recognise you from ao3!!
i serve the country, i serve the people, i serve, plainly, massive cunt
Hi! Hopefully this question has not been asked already, but what would this AU’s König think of being a dad? Would he never want kids because of how dangerous his lifestyle is or would he consider? Also if he was a dad what would he be like?
oh hi!!
hadn't even thought about a question like this LMAO thank you for asking!!
i don't think könig would really think about it much honestly. much like you suggested, i think he'd probably see himself as a bad candidate for fatherhood, and want nothing to do with them. he wouldn't want to bring another generation of himself into existence; the world doesn't need that. and truth be told, he can imagine that he'd be more annoyed by his own child than anything else. he tries his best to put it out of his mind.
i think he absolutely loves the idea of filling his partner up, but detaches from the idea that it could produce a child.
as for being a dad, i don't think it would really hit him until he holds the kid. as twisted as it might sound, he'd just get off on seeing his pregnant partner growing over the months, knowing it was his seed that's being accommodated for in there. i dont think he'd be able to wrap his head around the fact that it's something alive, to him it would be more of an extension of what he did to her months ago.
the moment his child is in his arms, however, it's game over for him. biggest switch up of the century.
he holds his baby, his tiny precious thing right up to his bare chest and loses all feelings he'd ever once held about children. i mean look at it! it fits almost entirely in one of his hands!
he can't stop staring at the kid. they're just so beautiful. he can't wait to get to know the little goober. and what a privilege it is to raise something so pure with his partner.
as for fatherly instincts, ill relate a story similar to one that my dad told me about how he felt when i was born :3
when it's time to wash and weigh the baby, könig easily hands them over to the nurse, not really thinking too much of it. realising what's just happened, he casts his mind to calling the boys and letting them know.
he steps outside, mindlessly letting the door close behind him.
the moment he hears it shut though, his heart drops straight through to his stomach. his hands shake, and he can't breathe.
he'd just left the baby with a stranger. his baby with a woman he doesn't know. nothing inside him had ever sounded louder, his body was screaming 'protect.'
he drops everything, and doesn't stop watching the kid for the rest of his life.
GIRL my anxious ass would not be able to handle König saying no to sex after my first time 😭😭😭😭😭 I would just assume I did a terrible job and apologize while crying
honest to god me too
i was almost going to write that funnily enough but i thought no reader has been enough of a cry baby ill leave it
also i tried to make a point of showing that konig wasn't mad or thought she did bad
he just genuinely wants her desperate for him. and even though she already was (im in your corner reader (no im not)) he wants to push her to the limit again.
she'll never know that though he makes her think he's being too gentle with her
hai, what do you think readers reaction would be to seeing König in a proper tailored suit for the first time? whether it's for a date or taking her to a friends wedding. love your writing btw! ^_^
OMG BABY'S FIRST REQUEST (its me im baby)
so glad you like my writing!! hope you enjoy this :3
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SHE WOULD LOSE IT
she stumbles on him in bathroom or the bedroom lazily doing his tie up, unaware that she's staring from behind the door frame. his sleeves rolled up to his forearms because he cant stand the feeling of the cuffs tickling his wrists (god forbid wearing cuff links), accentuating his fuck-off large biceps.
reader just wants to jump him. he looks so handsome, a suit is the most timeless way to flatter a man. and flatter it does. she swears he has more of a waist than she does, the way it pulls in and sticks tightly to his chest and hips, she can see every single muscle rolling under the white fabric, reminding her of how they roll when he... yeah! his shoulders contorting as he smooths out the tie and flicks his collar down, she can't take her eyes off it.
and lord, there is something so satisfying about seeing her usually roughed-up and careless man all prim and proper. no scruffy stubble, no dirt under his nails, no hair covering his forehead. the fabric just CLINGING to him everywhere it matters, and as he shifts slightly on his feet, purely acting from his subconscious, his thighs tense. jesus christ, the material was almost too tight. did they fuck up his measurements or something? was he even able to move?? surely he could move enough to...
she's struggling to keep it together.
konig notices a flash of movement in the corner of his eye, and it came as no surprise for him that it was her. he turns around with a grin on his face, able to read what's on her mind.
"you like it, schatz?"
stupid question. but, a rhetorical question. he cuts her off before she can respond, leaning down to give her a quick kiss.
"of course i like it." she mumbles while touching up his hair. even after slicking it back, a few strands were falling over his eyes.
his aftershave is circling around her, making it harder to concentrate.
"i am still not sure about this...look. feels too fancy for me." konig shifts on his feet again, staring down at the ground. he never liked dressing up, not ever. makes him feel out of place.
"maybe a little, but that's alright, baby. it won't matter when it's on the floor."
