nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105

[nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105]

Heyy, Will there be a sequel to “Here with Me”? The series is incredible, you have real talents, I admit that telling myself that there may not be a sequel puts me in the same state as König (broken)

Yes! There will be a next part and I’m sorry I’m leaving you on a cliff hanger. But yes I will tag you in the next part. I’m currently working on it but I keep getting distracted with work and other things.

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@xxxrockcocoxxx girl!!!!! you have to read this!!! ASAP🖤

Eat your Young (viking!Konig x fem!Reader)

You weren't afraid when the Vikings came. Your ruler pays them well, and they protect you from enemies far worse - there is nothing to worry about as you, an unmarried maiden, wander into the embrace of one of them. They are on your side. Right? Tags and CWs: Age gap, size difference, Konig is a bit obsessive and a huge perv, mentions of violence, Vikings Are Actually Kinda Nice No For Real, hand jobs, oral sex, naked man/clothed woman, slightly historically inaccurate, jokes about inbreeding Thanks to @angelbabysblog for the idea. I changed quite a lot because I was reading articled about how many of the Slavic cities were actually cool with Vikings and worked with them AO3

The Vikings are here. Your Father never allowed you to meet them before – as an unmarried girl, even if you’re already of age, it would be…scandalous. Not smart. Dumb, really – everyone knows that girls that are messing with the warrior from overseas often end up being taken away. And you couldn’t survive sea travel. The Vikings are here, but it’s not really a problem – you know that there are other countries over the sea, the countries that die and burn every time a ship is sailed in their harbors. You also know that you do not live in a country like that. That sound of Vikings approaching is a good one – that you’ll be protected from the other enemies your country has. You always stole glances, despite what your father has told you – you were a curious thing, always searching for trouble, always interested in everyone outside of your small village. You’re on the border – stuck between sea and great plains, open for any enemy if it weren’t for mercenaries who deemed this place as worthy of their camp. They live here, occupying the territory outside – even build themselves houses, despite every rumor calling them nothing more but overseas barbarians who would tear you down for a flick of a coin. 

Well, you always thought you’d have nothing to worry about – you are not made of coins, after all. The Vikings had a leader, the one that stayed in the long house just outskirts of the village – the one that would always visit the elders, discussing the payments and the spoils of war. Father always punished you if any nosy neighbor would see you sneaking out to look at the warriors – but you couldn’t care less. If you are going to end up in a marriage with a fool, you could at least steal a few looks at the real men. Not the ones from your village – they felt more like brothers than anything else. Some of them were – second, third, fourth, just diluted enough to make the babies a bit less disfigured. 

But, oh, nothing compared to the vikings. You see them when you run for the lake, far from the shore. They are clean – cleaner than sailors from Byzantine who sometimes stumbled upon the small village by the sea. You think you heard them talking about how cleanliness is a sin – and just how silly it sounded. You think you didn’t like people from this place very much – sailors were often drunk, always handsy and never spared a kind word without an insult…not that you knew their language – but you are smart enough to know that if a man is attempting to grasp your breasts while sneering something through his teeth, it won’t be a love poem. 

— What are you doing here? 

Ah. 

You were spotted. Like a fox in a hunter’s trap – you are standing in the tall water grass, looking at the man through the weeping willow branches. Maybe, if you are lucky enough, he’d think you were a mavka, trying to drown him – some men were foolish enough to fall for the act, sparing you the consequences of your curiosity. You aren’t sure if the Vikings have legends of mavkas – if they even have lakes back where they are from. All travelers are mixed in your head – desserts, great plains, barbarians who would steal your sisters if you’d been blessed with some. Sea beasts who will take you on your ship, away from your father and…ah, it doesn’t sound too bad. 

— Can’t you talk? 

His voice is rough, and accented. Younger than you thought he would be with a body like this – a seasoned warrior, ginger hair covering his muscular chest and a small trail falling down his…

Viking knows your language. Shouldn’t be surprising – they are working for the elders and your ruler, after all. They get gold from your village, they get food from your village. They get sons – you heard about at least some of the women falling pregnant to the guests overseas. No one dares to say anything against it – but the rumors are still falling. You wonder if it’s as bad as it sounds. — I can talk. 

This sounds dumb, but there is no use in hiding. Your intentions weren’t innocent – you are curious and curiosity is what leads to the devil. Or god of death. Or goddess – you are not well-versed in matters of spirit and while half of your village is still worshipping old gods while the other preaches about new, stronger ones, you wonder what kind of beliefs Vikings have. You heard their women can wield magic – and can count. And read. You would love to read, you think. — Gut. Thought I spotted a Margygr.

The word is weird. Rough. You don’t know what that is, but you certainly aren’t one. You take a step forward, not caring that your linen dress is getting drenched in water – not caring about what your father might say after. You would just tell him you wanted to go and drown since he was so adamant on marrying you off to some one-eyed half-wit quarter brother of yours. He wouldn’t be surprised – and you probably wouldn’t be missed. A whore to be, as some older women from your village would say. 

— What is that? 

He tilts his head to the side, his blue eyes looking at you. You notice a piece of cloth in his hands – something that must have been covering his face, you think. He is covered in scars and dirt, blood from some battle is getting washed away into the water of the lake. Gods, you say to yourself – you won’t even be drinking from it again. Although you promised it to yourself a few years ago already, when you spotted a dead deer lying in the water – and it’s not like you held to your promise. Better than seawater, after all. — A…drowned creature. Drowning creature. Your people are calling them… — Oh. Mavka. — Others call it mermaid. Selkie. Mermaid sounds harsh too. Rude. Other languages are rude – still, you would like to know more. Still, you would like to do anything to get out of your village. Learn to read. To write. Maybe hold a baby goat close to your chest and not have it ripped away for the nearest dinner. 

— I’m not…that. 

— I can see. 

He laughs and you steal a peak at his manhood. You should be ashamed, really – if your dear mother was alive, she’d beat you up for being so immodest. If your dear mother was alive, you wouldn’t be allowed to sneak out like that – but she isn’t, so you stare at the man who can crush your skull in one hand. You stare at the trail of ginger hair going down his waist. The muscles flexing and the scars on his hips, glossy from cold lake water. 

Hm. 

Is it supposed to be this big? 

He coughs and you peek to look at him again. Coughing isn’t good – he can be sick. Contangenous. There is a sickness coming around from sailor to sailor – you wonder if vikings have it too. You don’t want to get sick – but it would surely keep you out of marriage for a long while. Maybe, if you’re lucky enough, you could be buried like a pretty maiden. White dress and mourning relatives. That would teach them how to send you off to marry some dumb cousin you never knew before. Or knew too well. — You shouldn’t come here, Schatzen. 

— Why? 

— My men won’t be as nice as I am when they see a maiden in the lake. 

You smile, tilting your head to the side. There are rumors – you can’t invite foreign mercenaries into your country without them taking their toll on the locals. Some people like them, some people are scared of them. Some are going out of the ordeal pregnant and some are not returning at all. But, you can run. But, this is your lake. You like it here – the quiet, the tranquility. You think that if your father proceed with calling you an old bride who should be married as soon as possible, you could just run away and live here. Fish is nice and there are berries when it’s not too cold. — Where are your men? 

You never saw Vikings in battle. Never saw a group of them up close – you’d like to, of course. There are warriors in your village, but their best shot is wolves and deer. Not other men – you think you’d like to see war sometimes. Maybe, all the boys of age would die and you won’t have to worry about anything anymore. You would be nice as a local witch – or a local healer. Old hag sounds nice too. — Around. Waiting for the order. — What order? 

You ask so many questions, König thinks. Pretty thing – smart, too. You aren’t afraid of him, even though you have to be. Most women would be screaming and crying if they saw someone like him in the lake next to them. Not Viking women of course – but people from around here are soft. Cherished. Coddled. You also seem soft, too soft, too gentle – a woman living in a small village on the shore without a husband shouldn’t be this careless. König knows you’re just lucky that the ruler of your country is kind enough to pay the overseas mercenaries instead of suffering the pillaging. Not all of people are this lucky. 

If he won’t get a promised weight in gold this village won’t be lucky either. 

König looks at your sweet face, at the way your eyes constantly dart to his crotch. Curious little thing you are – he isn’t sure if he is that happy that the payments have been consistent up to this point. That he can’t just screw this all over and demand a payment in other ways. That pillaging this village and taking all of its women isn’t really an option while they get their gold from here. Your long linen dress clings to your skin - you’re shaking, he notices. From cold, probably, dumb lady who is too curious for her own good. Hm. He has furs not far from here. He can…

— We’re protecting the shore. The border, too. You smile, nodding. And here he thought the locals knew why the foreigners were here – but he can’t expect too much, he guesses. At least it seems like you haven’t heard of most of his accomplishments. The rivers of blood would be enough to fill this whole lake three times. Or, maybe, you heard – and didn’t care, brave and fearless little thing. König likes the sound of that. 

— Are you cold? 

You ask him, to his surprise. Your gaze is switching from his face – he is open, cheeks flushed from the cold and a maiden right next to him, and he can’t even find it in himself to cover his scarred mug – to his cock. It’s standing proudly, heavy, balls hanging low as if asking to be held in your soft palms. König isn’t embarrassed – but he is surprised that your body, showing only a little bit in that dress of yours, is already enough to make him this bothered. This ready to give up the supposed protection of this village and take what’s his. — You can warm me. 

You tilt your head to the side, mimicking his action from earlier. Curious bird – he could keep you at his ship. Tied up to the post, ready for anyone to use you. You’re strong, and resilient. Should survive the long way home – and he is getting quite ready to find someone at last. If the ruler of your little kingdom won’t be as stingy as the previous one, König can walk away with a sack of gold hanging on his shoulder. Enough for him and for him men. Surely enough to sway you. — How? 

— Do you have a husband? 

He knows, you probably don’t. A husband wouldn’t allow his wife to run around and flirt with other men – and if König was yours, he surely would keep you locked in like the treasure you are. There is too many men ready to take what doesn’t belong to them. 

— No. And I won’t.

— Why? — Soon I will be too old to be a bride anyway. Not that I want it. He laughs at that. Surely, little bird, it wouldn’t be your choice. If the luck is on his side, it wouldn’t even be the choice of your father. — Touch me, Schatzen. You want it, ja? 

He says this with more awkwardness than before. Swaying women by his side isn’t his strong suit – and even with his strength, not many of them would just throw themselves at him. Being a mercenary leader might bring him money but with the whole team consisting of equally strong and handsome men, the broody leader usually isn’t the first choice. He gets his fill eventually – but not the one that would make his heart flutter. With you, however… Your hands are traveling down his abs. Caressing every bit of skin you see – sending goosebumps down his navel and straight to his hard and leaking cock. He wonders if you’ve done this before – but your actions are the one of an explorer, not a professional. YOu grab his cock with both hands almost as if strangling him, and König lets go with a choked moan. 

You retrieve your hands, nervous. Good girl. Eager, pretty. Such a shame this village usually pays its tolls. — Are you hurt? 

— Nein, it’s…go on. You proceed to touch him, the softness of your touches is making him groan from pleasure. This is something else – you’re something else. Having the power to bring a seasoned warrior to his knees – god, how much he liked the way you looked at him. Eager and curious, always going down to touch his cock some more. You press your palm together, making s steady rhythm – using the pre-cum from his cockhead like a lube. 

König relishes in the feeling – he might be one of the strongest soldiers, but it was the first time he felt victorious. With your hand pumping his cock up and down, the pleasure settling in his stomach and threatening to burst, he felt like a king. No, the king. Gods, you were beautiful. Worthy of throwing this village into the fire for. Worthy risking the payment. Your mouth is warm on his manhood – he didn’t expect you to be this active, to wrap your lips around the bulging head and bop your head just a bit. Up and down. Tongue swirling, as if tasting him. Making him sweat that you will decide to take a bite out of it, just to satisfy your curiosity. To his peace, you didn’t. He came shortly after you decided to put your mouth on him – when your tongue started to swirl around and collect the bitter taste of his pre-cum. When your curiosity about foreign warriors bathing in your lake finally made you do something about it – and he would feel bad about pressing a hand in your hair and forcing you to choke on his length, your nails digging small red paths in his pale thighs. You choke and squirm and cry and this is the sweetest sound he ever heard – so when he finally drags you away from his cock, smiling as you wipe your mouth and whimper. Squirm again, some more. The light in your faded a little as he pushed one calloused finger into his mouth and pushed your lips apart. Poor thing, he thinks. — You did good, little bird. 

His seed tastes weird on the tongue. You wince, but swallow – it’s what good brides should do, you think. Somehow, looking at this warrior, you don’t feel so bad about being considered a bride. Maybe…no. You stalled here for long enough – you saw the Viking. You touched him. Tasted him. Father is probably looking for you. 

You don’t even bother to say goodbye as you come out of the water – but König stops you right on the edge of the lake, firm hand on your shoulder. Squeezing. Touching. Feeling. 

— I…I apologize, maiden. I lost control. 

His voice is hesitant. You don’t like how unsure he sounds. It made you feel unsure too. Weird. Uncertain and meek. 

— Are you going to leave soon? 

He stops mumbling, looking into your eyes. This is settled – he is not leaving you here. You must return to your family, say your goodbyes. Maybe enjoy a few weeks of peace before his troupe finally gets a clearing on killing whatever enemies grouped at the border – and he will take you no matter the payment your ruler can give him. Nothing will be worth more than you. 

— Yes. Yes, I will. You turn away, almost running. He didn’t stop you this time – you need to get as much freedom in your lungs as you can. He will take you eventually and, well…you best enjoy freedom as much as you could before this. 

When your village will burn along with all the cousins, half-triple brothers, and elders, you’ll find out why most countries fear the Vikings. When you will be hauled to the wooden ship over a giant’s shoulder, with his hand sitting firmly on your ass and his other palm preventing you from screaming, you’d know why taking the attention of overseas mercenaries is a bad idea. When your ruler would refuse to pay the warriors for their service and force them to just take everything by force, you’d know why making payments on time is so important. 

When König would finally make you his wife, you’d understand why you should have drowned in that lake instead. 

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Possibilities

Keegan Russ Fanfic

TW: Mentions Death, Delirium, Depression, Starvation. Mentions Blood.

Angsty Fanfic

Gif by graysnetwork

"It's been approximately 2 months since they gave me the news of your death. Now I sit in my room looking out the window. I was put on medical leave for the time being until further notice."

"Why do I do this to myself?"

"Oh yeah that's right because you promised me you would come home."

"At least now I can be alone and not have everyone on the fucking TF ask me if I'm okay and if I want to talk about it."

"it"

"Fucking It"

"Just leave me alone Keegan"

"You're not real. You're dead"

"You died two months ago."

"You're just a figment of my imagination"

"Don't talk like that Kid, I'm here with you."

Keegan walked towards her kneeling down in front of her chair. Reaching out to touch her face, he stroked her face.

Tilting his head he gazed at her with a confused scowl on his face. Retracting his hand he sighed loudly.

"Please look at me kid. I promised you I would never leave you alone."

"yeah, you promised.........but you're dead."

"leave me alone. Go haunt someone else."

"don't talk like that kid"

Shuffling in her chair she continued to look out the window. Sighing softly wiping away the tears that fell onto her cheeks. Sniffling softly hiding her face with her sleeves. Pale cheeks, dry mouth, her weak frail body recovering slowly from the bruises she had from her past injuries.

In her delirious state she started to sing softly.

"so if you really want to know"

"when I'm away from you"

"I'm happier then ever"

"wish I could explain it better"

"please don't talk like that."

Keegan sighed heavily with tears falling down his cheeks onto his mask. He stood up balling his fist up walking away he passed a mirror only to catch his reflection.

"This can't be"

Touching his chest he saw the blood that covered his chest and stomach. His mask covered in tiny speckled burns.

"what happened to me"

"you died and it was my fault. I didn't make it in time. If I had turned back I would have stopped the RPG from hitting the house you were taking cover in."

"I lost you Keegs. It's all my fault."

"You promised me that we would walk away from this life and start new away from all the fighting and gore. Just me and you."

"why did I have to live. I should've gone with you."

"My wings have been clipped."

"Now look at me. I'm wasting away sitting in my room watching meaningless TV while they buried you."

"Why does it hurt so much when you fall in love.

Keegan looked down at his gloved hands. looking back to her. Those beautiful eyes that held her heart of gold was now replaced with emptiness and darkness.

"why can't I remember that day."

"I don't know Keegs."

"leave me be. Go haunt someone else."

"I can't watch you leave, not again."

"I don't want to watch you leave. But I can't promise you that I'll not starve myself."

Looking down at her bandaged hands she couldn't cry anymore. She had been crying since day one. Now it's been two months. In her vegetative state she had an IV line connected to her left arm. Feeling the cold shivers running up her spine that gave her comfort in a way that she couldn't explain.

"Sparrow.....baby please look at me....... Please"

"Please look at me...."

"Leave me alone!"

"You're Dead! Its All In My Head!"

Keegan stopped calling to her. He stood in silence. Looking down at the white tile floors he exhaled loudly.

"I'll be here. I'm gonna be here when you need me"

Meanwhile Outside Her Room.

"Captain here's her chart."

Doctor Adams handed Captain Price her chart.

"How has she been Doc?"

Price look over her chart reading line for line. Her psychiatric evaluation was blank. She's unresponsive to all the test and refuses treatment.

"Not good, she's progressively getting worse in this state. She stopped talking. She's becoming more and more delirious. She is starting to have an ongoing conversation alone."

With a heavy sigh Doctor Adams pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Looking into her room he saw her sitting in front of the window with her IV stand beside her chair.

"She finally snapped Captain. This kind of loss in soldiers is very common."

"Does she have any family."

Looking to Captain Price he waited patiently for him to answer.

"No, the TF is the closest thing she has to family."

Exhaling silently Price watched her sit in her room. Looking back to Doctor Adams he chewed his inner cheek thinking what to say. He thought carefully about what to say.

"Captain this isn't gonna get any better anytime soon, she needs to be on constant round the clock care. Dealing with this kind of trauma isn't easy."

"Look Doc, I'm gonna say this as polite as possible."

"People like us put our lives on the line for people like you to go home to your loves ones and go to bed without fear in the world that what ever war that is happening out there doesn't come through your door or windows."

"Men and Women like her make those sacrifices."

"Stick to what you know Moppet"

Price entered the room. Looking around her bare white room. The only color that stood out was dead wilted flowers and her comforter that covered her bed.

She sat in her chair in front of the window staring outside. Clearing his throat she didn’t a knowledge his presence.

“Sparrow”

“Don’t call me that, Please”

Holding back her tears, and sobs biting down on her fist she swallowed thickly and harshly. Her sniffles echoed in the room.

“Okay”

Price took his hat off looking down. Thinking about what he was gonna say to her. Licking his lips he exhaled softly.

“He use to call me that. It’s just Mara now”

"Mara"

"It's been a while since I called you by your real name."

Price walked towards the window. Looking outside before him is the hospital court yard full of flowers a few nurses and patients.

"Why are you here Captain?"

"I don't want your condolences. I can't listen to another person say his name or talk about him."

"Nothing you guys say to me is new. Nothing New."

"Spare me the memories of him. I can't go through that again."

Mara stood up quickly tears filling her eyes. Taking a step forward she grabbed Captain Price. Her feeble body shivered with pain. Price held her frail body in his arms. Feeling her body tremble she started to cry in his arms. Feeling her tears soak into his shirt he held her close to his chest. Patting her back he consoled her till she fell asleep in his arms.

"Mara I will do what I can to help you."

"Sparrow, look at me please. I promised you I will always be with you. I'm not going anywhere."

"Baby please for me. Please let someone help you. I can't stand by while you're wasting away and I can't help you."

"Sparrow my girl please"

"You'll always be my girl."

#call of duty keegan #cod keegan russ #keegan p russ #keegan russ #cod keegan #cod angst #angsty keegan

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"Crossing Oceans Of Time."

Chapter Two

🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀 -Previously in Chapter One- Simply lingering in the cold embrace of the winter morning (y/n) watched the sunrise. Lost in her thoughts she didn't noticed the movement in the forest, but looking back to the horizon that's when she saw him. The tall man that stalked through the forest. Watching him from afar she thinks back to her pass lover Arthur. Could this be him reincarnated. It has been 300 years that has passed, since she lost him to death. Watching him rot away as the years passed. Everything she loved and held dear to her lost to time. Bones To Ashes, Only To Be Swept Away. Lost To The Wind. 🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀

Previously in Chapter One

Konig x (Vampire Reader)

reader dialect and her tone of speaking is all olde English. But she will start speaking more modern later in the Fic.

TW: Mentions Blood, Witch-hunt, Lynching, Fire, TW If You're Sensitive About The Salem Witchtrials Please Do Not Interact. This Fanfic does mentions what happened to the men women. This is an all fictional scenario.

Will label each Chapter.

MDNI ‼️🛑🚫⚠️

Comments are appreciated.

Borders from - @saradika

Laying on the roof of the cabin she watched over him as the evening became nighttime.

Listening to the children of the night howl to their hearts content.

His heart beat was strong the symphony of his blood coursing through his veins lulled her to sleep.

Konig sat in the cabin cleaning his rifle. Walking over to the window he looked out the faded window listening to the sounds of the wolves howling.

The sound of the cold north wind blowing against the cabin. The cracked window allowed a bit of cold air into the cabin. This caused him to shiver.

Throwing another log into the fire he sat down holdings his hands out to warm his palms.

Looking over his maps once again he had to make it back to his check point.

This mission had many risk. That's why he decided to go alone. The winters in these mountains are harsh.

But the job was finished.

Looking outside he decided to do one more sweep around his cabin. Pulling his boots back on pulling on his wool sweater and his gloves. Adjusting his hood over his head he pulled his helmet on clicking it in place.

Pulling on his coat he walked out the cold wind kissed his face, the sounds of his boots walking on the porch. The twigs breaking under his boots woke her up.

Covered in snow she crawled back hiding from him as he walked into the dense snow covered forest.

Checking the perimeter of his cabin he noticed near a fallen tree were two bare feet tracks laid.

Lifting his hood he kneeled down taking a closer look at the tracks.

They were small compared to his, looking around he decided to be cautious.

The tracks went towards the cabin and they disappeared near a tree. Konig looked around but the snow had started to come down harder. The dense forest made it harder to press on any further.

Against his wishes he had to abandon his search for the person that was in the forest. Walking back to the cabin he noticed movement above him.

He pretended not to notice them. He stepped up onto the porch stomping his boots on the steps to get the snow off them. He shook himself off. Then opening the door and slamming it closed he carefully stepped off the deck.

Waiting for the figure to come out of hiding.

She waited until he walked back into the cabin. Jumping down off the roof she crept towards the window.

She noticed he wasn't inside.

Looking to her right she saw him emerge from his hiding spot. Holding his hands out he tilted his head looking at her.

"Sprichst du Deutsch?"

looking at her he noticed she was barefoot and her dress that she wore was old and the ends were tattered and outdated.

"I understand thou, yet I speak many languages"

"You speak in Olde English. Are you lost? Do you live around this area?"

Konig looked over her clothes and the state of her being. She did not look like she waist distress nor did she did she look lost.

"I'be not from hither , may I bid duke. What is the year of thy lord?"

The way she spoke was very odd in nature. The way she held herself in the conversation was very very odd but he wanted to know more about her.

"Year of thy Lord

Konig continued watching her. Something about her seemed different, the hairs on the back of his neck seem to stand up. His spine had a chill run up.

"yes, year of thy lord"

a bit lost"

Konig tilted his head in confusion looking at this woman. Lost in his thoughts for a brief moment he felt the cold wind hit him again. He shivered a bit.

"Come inside Fraulein"

Stepping up to the deck he ungloved his hand and offered it to her. Helping her onto the steps her hands were cold as ice. Gently squeezing her delicate hand he ushered her inside. Taking his coat off draping it around her. She watched him with curiosity as he put a kettle over the fire. Standing the entrance with his coat over her shoulders she watched him feed the fire more logs.

"Please Fraulein sit by the fire. You're cold as death."

"Are you hurt?"

"I'be fine. Who thou? what is thy purpose 'I these mountains?"

Konig noticed she talked in a very olde English Shakespeare fashion. Not pressing the matter anymore he wanted to know who was she and why was she in the mountains alone with no shoes and gear. These mountains are dangerous year round.

"Sorry Frau that's military information, its classified"

"Conspiring against thy lord"

Fumbling her hands she watched him. Smiling to him she smiled at him watching him sit beside her. Tilting her head with curiosity she listened to his heartbeat and his blood flowing in his veins.

"Nein, you're very odd Frau."

Looking at him with curiosity she saw him hold the strange metal instrument from earlier.

"What is yond? yond metal instrument? what doest t doth?"

Cleaning his gun he watched her carefully, keeping his guard up around her.

Standing up he walked over to the table putting away his maps and personal items away. Zipping up his bag he set it down beside his chair. Watching her she just smiled at him with her eyes closed.

sighing softly he decided to ask her about her curiosity.

"This is a gun Frau. Have you seen one before?"

Holding his gun he was shocked by her answer. What type of person has not seen a gun like this.

"Nev'r"

She marveled at his gun. Like a curious child she was hesitant about touching the gun. He watched her with a smile on his face. He was glad in this moment that his hood covered his face.

Konig watched her tilting his head with curiosity. He heard the water boiling. Standing up he walked over to the counter taking out a worn chipped small cup. Making a cup of tea for her, he handed the cup to her small delicate hands.

Watching her take the cup from him her hands warmed up.

Something about her eyes were different to him. Those very eyes seem to have searching his soul.

The way they seem glow in the dim light.

"Frau, are you hungry. I can share some of my rations with you if you like my dear."

"No grammercy mine duke. Thou art most kind to offer thy hospitality"

Konig continued to watch her. His guard never being let down. But his mind wondered to why such a small frail looking woman wandered the mountains.

The sound of his heartbeat quickening and the sounds of his blood rushing in his veins roared in her ears.

"Doth i fright thou?"

"May't be fright of me. Nay harm shall join thee. I hast already eaten"

Konig was intrigued by what she said.

She had already eaten. So that would mean she maybe lives nearby.

"Frau, why do you speak in a olde English dialect. Are you from this area. Tell me Frau. I can take you back to your village if you're lost my dear."

"Duke, I be not from hither yet far aroint. I say to thou a tale of mine life from the beginning. I be not like thou. Although we look like. Yet mine life is not as it seems"

She held the cup tightly but she looked up to him with a smile. Breathing in slowly and exhaling softly she nibbled on her lip. Looking at the fire she swirled the tea around in her cup. Setting the cup down she sighed yet again.

"I hast hid mine whole life. I shall share mine story with thou mine weary traveler. For i am a traveler through time. Sailing through time can be most lonely. Sometimes i dream of the day i am greeted by perpetual wink. I long for deaths embrace, yet that is not possible. For i am the harbinger of perpetual wink"

"Where to begin, i was born 'i the year of 1656. Mine father and mother were part of a cult. There's not much i remember growing up. Just that i was cared for by the women 'i the bawbling community we were apart of. The year was 1676 I was considered to be a woman at this age. Mine mother befell bid me to help with serving our patriarch of the nocturnals.

mine father and the other husbands and sons and brothers all had set all's up for our dark lord. We were to sing and dance under the full moon. A ritual was to course afterwards.

yet all was not as it should'st hast been.

the meiny of stendarr found mine issue and our community. They bid us heathens, abominations 'i the eyes of their savior stendarr.

they are hunters of werewolves and other creatures that do not see eye to eye with their beloved stendarr.

they captured mine issue and our community. They tried to hast us forswear our following to our dark lord. yet to no avail.

they burned the woman at the stake. They lynched the men and threw 'em into the fires.

as the fires burned out as the sunset.

our dark lord roses from the ashes and placed his kiss upon the ashes of his devoted meiny.

rising from the ashes we rose. The women that were burned at the stake. We rose from the ashes into our new forms.

"children of goliath"

"our dark lord kissed the ground. There mine father and the fallen men had rose from the ashes. Withal a kiss from mine mother and the other women they were born into their new lives."

"children of goliath we were bid "

She stared into the fire listening to the fire crackle. Wiping her tears away she sniffled. Looking back to him she offered a small smile.

Konig sat in since his hood slightly moved as he released the breath he was holding in. Looking at her she didn't look like she was lying.

She continued to look into the fire.

"I am not mocking thou, thou may receive me or not yet i would ne'r lie. I warrant i shall not harm thou 'i any way. Yet if thou feel unsafe with me around may't hesitate to send me on mine way."

"all I be seeking is company"

Konig looked around breathing in slowly he had to send her away because he was to leave in the morning. But he found himself unable to send her away.

Even if the story was true or not he couldn't send her away.

She watched him sit in silence.

"Schatz you can stay here for the night and we can decide in the morning."

Konig walked over to the bedroom where the bed sat she walked passed him into the room. Looking around she sat down on the bed. Konig closed the door slowly walking back to the the fire place he looked at his watch. He had to get some sleep he was to leave in 6 hours.

The Next Morning

The sounds of birds chirping outside woke Konig up. Looking around he was sitting on the chair near the fire. The fire had died down in the middle of the night but the embers glowed. Stretching as he stood up he walked over to the room door.

Knocking gently he waited for an answer.

"Hallo Frau?"

"Hallo its Konig, Frau."

Opening the door slowly he noticed the bed wasn't slept in. She was no where to be seen. The window sealed shut as it was before and the bathroom was untouched. Rushing back to his gear he checked to make sure all his stuff was intact.

Thinking about when he fell asleep he didn't notice or hear her leaving the room. Konig was a very light sleeper and she was the only person who was successful in sneaking past him without awakening him.

Running out of the cabin he saw her sitting in the snow covered in blood. She had her eyes closed humming a song.

"Forgive me duke. I went hunting at dusk. 'tis said some men talking they wished to hurt thou mine duke. Forgive me for the indecency of mine attire"

"Are you hurt where did you see these men."

Looking around he held his secondary kneeling beside her. Surveying the area around them he kept his sights on the dense snow covered forest.

He looked back down to her looking at her small body for any wounds. But she was covered in blood on her chest and mouth.

"Mine name is (y/n) i might not but apologize for mine rudeness on not introducing myself thee duke"

"I might not but grammercy for thy hospitality last night mine duke"

"Frau, my name is not duke. My name is Konig."

Holding out his hand for her to take as he stood up looking down to her.

"King"

Artwork by -https://nox6600.artstation.com

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🥹needed this so much

hopeful this helps others...

A message to the writers of the fandom from Javi 💜

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This is cute very cute. Konig is such a goofball 🤭😍

So i had a thought! Imagine Konig falling for a performer,she sings and dances and is a professional. She is very sweet and sociable and loves being in the limelight. She has a boyfriend but that boyfriend just doesn't know how to treat her like the queen she is.

Konig who comes to your concert and he is absolutely captivated. He didn't even want to go at first, but Horangi got free tickets and a bailed date, so he decided to take him instead. Konig was standing in the crowd, getting hate from people for being so fucking massive and taking space meant for three people, but he couldn't even bother to make himself smaller because he just... stared. He looks at you, the way you dance, the way you sing and interact with the audience - he is simply lost in your features. More under the cut!

He gets home and searches for your music in every way he can buy it and support you, he looks through your social media and almost loses it when he sees that you have a boyfriend. And such a lame one! Konig would fucking fight tooth and nails for you to receive an offer you wouldn't be able to resist - a performance for the military sake is a very weird proposal for someone from your genre, but the money is good and it seems like a pretty nice gig, especially since you started to disconnect from your boyfriend, and you needed a little getaway( You never knew mercenaries could be so nice! Their colonel is a sweetheart with sweaty hands and a little shaky mannerisms every time you're leaning closer to ask him about the state of the stage or the reasons he asked you to come and sing for his unit. He doesn't look like someone who would appreciate your music - he is a bit old-fashioned, brings you flowers like you're an opera singer, feeds you expensive chocolate and growls with jealousy every time his dumb fucking recruits are coming to greet you. You're a little sweetheart of his unit, pretty and young, and he knows that people adore you - he just wants to be the only one to actually have you. Konig wants to cage you with him and make you his little singing bird - who knows, he might even arrange a little accident on one of your concerts, maybe a terrorist threat or maybe an actual fucking bomb from one of your fans - you are shaken, paranoid, you need a bit of time to relax and get out of the city...and maybe, he can help you with that - right after dumping what's left of your shitty boyfriend and producer in the nearest pig farm. How do you feel about signing an entertainment contract with KorTac, by the way? He went a long way with the higher ups to make them consider it...

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“Chaos Was Her Name” Chapter 3

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three

Pairing- Konig x reader *call sign (phantom)*

Summary- König has been going to therapy for his depression and self isolation. That lands him in the therapists office when one mission goes wrong. But his whole world is gonna be turned upside down. Recently joining the 141 Task Force he keeps to himself. But things are gonna change.

Minors DNI - 🛑🚫❗️

TW-Mentions Blood, Death, Unprotected P in V Sex, Size Kink, Fluff, Pining, Some Angst, Lack of Sleep, Comforting, Praising Kink. Obsessive! König!

I did use Google Translate feel free to correct me.

A/N-I do not claim credit for the artwork. I do try to credit the source. I do apologize in advance if I offended anyone. I will do my best in the future to try to look up the names of the artists and credit them. Artwork Credit to @ave661

Previously in Chapter Two

Ghost glanced at her he crouched down with his weapon drawn walking carefully through the snow. The snow had started to falling again covering the ground and their tracks again. The cold breeze his her small body. She shivered while walking behind Ghost.

König stayed close to her watching their surroundings but his line of vision constantly wandered to her ass and her legs.

König inner dark thoughts.

“I wonder what it feels like to have her legs wrapped around my waist as I fuck her brains out against the wall.”

Trailing behind her she crept through the darkness with her night vision glowing green on her eyes. She kept silent.

Approaching the the fence she crawled up the fence going first creeping up on her prey. Unsheathing her knife she grabbed him piercing his flesh watching the crimson fluid rush down her victim chest and gear she pulled the knife out and continued to eliminate all the guards.

König watched with a devious smile under his hood. Watching her in her element. Something about the gore and the smell of gunpowder and dirt and sweat aroused him. As if a beast in him had awaken and there his mate walked before him. Clenching his fist he fought the urge off from taking her right then and there.

She followed closely behind Ghost. Keeping her gun aimed to the ground she pulled out her secondary she screwed on her silencer. With her blade out she crouched, crept slowly behind Ghost.

König watched her every movement. He couldn’t stop staring at her legs and the way she moved but most of all his eyes lingered on her waist and ass.

Drinking in her figure he was biting his lip under his hood. The taste of blood was savored on his tongue.

“Samantha”

König whispered to himself. Watching her she turned around but her face was the face of his past obsession Samantha. His breathing hitched just looking at her beautiful face he stepped forward grabbing her face. Feeling her face.

Phantom shivered under his grasp he lifted her off the ground hugging her tightly. She heard him inhale her scent. She grabbed hold of his vest. She grabbed his mask. The feeling of her hands touching his mask made him wake up from his trance.

Looking at her surprised he dropped her immediately. She grunted and gasped when she hit the ground. Hissing at the pain that radiated from the fall she looked up at him.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

König looked down not looking back at her Ghost kneeled down beside her helping her up to her feet. Ghost stood up quickly he walked over to König pulling him aside.

“König what the fuck was that?!”

“Do that again! I will personally have you removed off this TF”

“Phantom”

“I’m fine Lieutenant”

“Let’s move”

König shook his head shaking away the thoughts of his past obsession Samantha. The look in her eyes. It wasn’t fear nor disgust. Phantom eyes were empty. They showed no emotion. She stared at him with a stoic expression.

Catching her breath she held her rifle tightly. Following behind Ghost again she was more on guard around König. While walking she glanced behind her watching his every move.

The sounds of men talking on the radio was closer then they anticipated. Ghost stopped abruptly taking out his knife he gestured her to cover him.

König kneeled down beside Ghost holding his gun loaded. Waiting for his signal. He glanced over to phantom. Her small figure laying on the ground under the cover of the bushes.

Phantom quietly moved into the brush pulling her rifle out looking around to see where the radio chatter was coming from.

Breathing in slowly, holding her rifle breathing out, inhaling slowly holding it in, her finger on the trigger holding it. Waiting for her target to move forward.

“Permission to engage sir”

Whispering to Ghost.

“Negative let them pass we have to see what we’re up against.”

“Yes sir”

Watching the soldier pass ahead of them. They held their position. König scoffed silently under his hood looking at Phantom. His eyes wandered back to her every chance he got. Staring at her this was his moment to be alone with her.

“Hold this position. I’ll be back”

Ghost walked ahead. Making sure it was safe to move his team forward.

Holding her rifle she crawled back using her fore arms she moves backwards. Her ass stuck out most to him. The small branch from the bush had caught her vest strap. Trying to pull herself back it only made her irritated.

“Fuck, I’m caught on something”

König laughed softly watching her struggle on the ground with her face down and her ass up.

Taking advantage of this moment he tilted his head slightly watching her struggle.

“You gonna help or just stare at my ass.”

König smiled under his hood. Watching her struggle was amusing to him. She was so small and helpless under his gaze. This was all too amusing to him.

“My schatz ask me nicely”

“No, just fucking help me.”

“Ask me nicely”

“Fuck you, fine”

“König please help me”

Sighing with defeat she shifted her face against the ground looking to him. He tilted his head watching her struggle.

Taking a step towards her he kneeled down beside her leaning down to her he laid his hand on her lower back gliding down her back towards her head. He felt where her gear was caught. Breaking the branch he pulled her out of the bushes. She looked up to him placing her hands on his chest.

Looking at his hood his painted eyes. Her breathing slowed and hitched as he trace her jawline with his gloved hands. Moving the stray hairs out of her face.

“Persephone”

“Don’t call me that. We’re not friends. And I don’t trust you.”

Standing up she looked back to him looking away picking up her gun she walked away from him.

König watched her turn away from him. The blood in his veins began to flow to another part of him that needed immediate attention. Shifting his pants he looked down.

Looking at her back side his lust for her only grew stronger.

“Aksel do you copy, this is Phantom.”

“I read you loud and clear”

“We are in the clear advance to our position. Sending you our coordinates now.”

Holding her rifle close she noticed her ghost charm was missing. Grasping the tip of her rifle she sighed heavily.

“Fuck!”

Where the charm sat she held it tightly.

“Whose Samantha?”

“What?”

“You called me that when you had your little episode earlier.”

“No one”

Looking back to him. Watching his cold stoic demeanor change to him avoiding her gaze. She noticed his uneasiness to the question.

“I’ve lost someone too. His name was Angus.”

“I know that feeling of losing someone close to you.”

“I understand if it’s too much to talk about.”

“Is that where you got that scar on your cheek.”

“That’s a different story.”

Looking down she sniffled at the memory of her scar on her face.

Looking back to him she met his gaze. Biting her lower lip she was about to speak but the sounds of branches breaking near them alerted them.

Crouching she duck down behind the bushes next to König.

Holding her radio she whispered to Ghost. Watching the group of soldiers patrol the area they we’re currently occupying.

“Ghost we have a problem”

“They know we’re here we need to get what we need and get out quickly.”

“Fucking Hell”

König grabbed her shoulder pulling her against him. He shield her from the flashlights. Holding her small body in his arms was an overwhelming feeling of comfort.

She had no choice but to remain still in his grasp. The feeling of his heat from his body was so warm and comforting in a way that was completely opposite from Krueger.

“Don’t move”

“They are moving forward they know we’re here.”

“Ghost do you copy.”

“They know we are here we have to move now. Before they seal off the base.”

Releasing her from his grasp she released the breathe she didn’t know she was holding in. Looking at him with a scowl she shook her head. Her radio came to life with Aksel voice.

“Fall back Phantom, that’s an order”

“Aksel”

“We’ve been tracking this data for months we can’t just abandon this mission.”

“Fall back Phantom Now! That is an order!”

“Yes sir”

Picking up her rifle she placed it in her back pulling out her secondary she made her way back to the rendezvous point.

Something about this mission was off to her she couldn’t pin point exactly why she had an uneasy feeling.

But the feeling of comfort of being held by König was a feeling she hasn’t felt since Angus died.

The sounds of twigs breaking beside her caused her to stop. Looking up she was spotted by one of the guards. Before he could yell, she grabbed him covering his mouth she stabbed him repeatedly.

König watched in awe of her ability to protect herself. The way she looked covered in blood and dirt was all he needed. The way she looked up to the sky covered in blood was so hypnotic.

The rising sun illuminated the forest.

The sound of an alarm going off. She looked down at the deceased soldier she snorted and rubbed her nose.

“Show time!”

Hours Later

Several hours later, the sounds of gunfire, men yelling in pain. (Y/N) took cover behind the trees. The sounds of bullets cutting through the air. She looked around her searching for Konig but he was no where in sight.

"Konig do you copy, Ghost anyone."

Fuck!"

She ran through the forest the sounds of men yelling and screaming in pain around her. This mission was a failure. All hell had broken loose.

Konig fought hard looking for her in the distance hoping she was safe and hidden. He had lost track of her when they were ambushed hours ago. Ghost was in his sights fighting like hell.

There were too many. Reinforcements had showed up a few minutes ago. Konig ripped through the soldiers with sheer anger. Searching for her in the distance, on the ground among the bodies that littered the forest floor.

"Phantom!"

She stopped running when she heard him call her name.

"Konig!'

She ran to where his voice was calling from. While running she was shot in her side feeling the bullet rip through her flesh she ignored the pain. Her adrenaline was already coursing through her body.

Lungs burning in her chest her legs tired from all the running.

Konig heard her calling out to him. Peeking his head out he saw her running in the distance. The snipers hidden in the trees and bushes all started firing at him.

Running at full speed she slide against one of the dead trees that laid on the ground. Loading her rifle she aimed towards the trees and bushes.

One by one they dropped like flies. Taking her time eliminating one by one she slowed her breathing focusing on the targets ahead of her.

Holding her side she was gasping for air. Her breathing became a wheeze. Sucking in the cold air she moved slowly.

Looking down at her radio she pushed the button.

"Konig, Ghost if any of you guys can hear me.....I've been hit in my side. Im bleeding like a damn faucet."

"I'm good. Just tired is all."

She smiled and laughed softly.

Holding her rifle she struggle to pull herself up to her feet. Pulling her small medic pouch she pulled out gauzes. Stuffing her wound to stop the bleeding. Biting back her whimpers she let out a shriek.

Her shriek sounded inhuman.

This shriek echoed in the forest. As the snow fall started to fall harder so did the breeze turn into a harsh strong gust of wind that swept the forest.

Krueger jumped to his feet running in the direction of where he heard her scream.

Phantom stood up to her feet holding the tree she reached into her chest pocket pulling out an adrenaline shot.

Jabbing her leg she shivered with the rush. Reloading her gun she cracked her neck. Walking towards the sounds of men yelling.

Walking passed Konig he noticed her walking towards the soldiers.

Blood covered her side and her pants and boots.

She kneeled down holding her rifle calming her breathing she focused on all her shots. The way the snow fell around her made her look mesmerizing.

Konig ran out from the tree line charging after the soldiers that were retreating.

Ripping through the soldiers with his blades he could help but laugh at the few soldiers that screamed and begged for their pathetic lives. The feeling of their bones breaking beneath his grasp was pure euphoria. The feeling of being in control was like an addicting feeling.

As the snow fell he watched her rise to her feet.

This goddess that stood before him.

She belonged to him, no matter what.

If she didn't want him like he wanted her, he would have to show her his love and devotion to her.

She turned around looking for Krueger she saw him in the distance. Walking towards him she called out to him.

But the sound of a Snipers rifle gunshot rung through her ears.

Watching Krueger look down holding his stomach he fell to his knees.

"NO!!!!!"

"KRUEGER!!!!!"

She started to scream running to him she tripped in the snow. The fresh white snow under her feet turned crimson red. Holding her side she pushed the bloody gauzes back into her side. Crawling to her knees she struggled to stand up.

"KRUEGER!!!!"

König watched in horror as Krueger fell to his knees. Watching him land on the ground without moving he saw phantom running to his aid. Running to her he grabbed her. Bear hugging her from behind she fought against him.

"KRUEGER!!!!!! GET OFF ME KONIG!!!!

She elbowed him as he held her back. Kicking and screaming she fought hard. Trying to squirm out of his strong grasp she started to bite his hands and arms. Her bite marks littered all over his hands and wrist.

Kicking his legs and knees she screamed and cried for Krueger.

A large black and grey Humvee showed up some men jumped out picking up Krueger they threw him in the back. taking off with him.

"KRUEGER!!!!!!!!!!!"

"DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE BITTE!!!!"

As the truck was leaving so did the left over soldiers in the forest. They too had retreated.

Throwing her head back against Konigs nose, the pain of his nose cracking caused him to let her go.

She crawled to her feet running after the truck. Pulling out her secondary she loaded her last clip. Shooting every last bullet she had at the tires or anyone. Gasping for her air her lungs burned so much. The cold air filled her lungs.

The pain in her knees and shins all ached.

Hands frozen.

Her leg covered in cold blood from her wound.

Holding her knees bending over her mind was hazy.

Gasping for her air, she fell to her knees crying for Krueger.

Meanwhile

Running through the forest. The more snow fell it had made it had made it harder to navigate through the thick woods. Stifled coughs muffled in their scarves Aksel tried his radio again.

Only met with silence and static. He led his team through the forest with caution. It had became quiet very quiet.

Moving silently and quickly, Aksel made his way to the others with Soap and Gaz

Price walked silently but cautiously through the forest and snow fall cautiously. The sounds of grunting and leaves rustling caught his attention. He turned the corner quickly but no enemy but to be met with Ghost.

Harnessing his weapon he kneeled down beside Ghost. Checking his wound he patched him up. Helping him to his feet they heard the snow crunching nearby by them.

Ghost held his rifle ready. Price held his weapon ready. Peeking his head out he sighed with relief. Watching Aksel he sighed with relief as well. Soap rushed over to Price nodding to him he was relieved to see Ghost still in one piece. Gaz nodded to Price walking over to Ghost he patted his back. Helping Soap they lifted Ghost to his feet.

"Ghost? Where's Phantom, Konig and Krueger?"

"Konig ran after her a few mins ago. Something must've happened. I heard her screaming for Krueger."

"It got quiet after they left that way."

Ghost pointed in the Northeast direction. Looking at the snow Aksel followed the boot prints where he saw Konig sitting on the ground holding his face.

Aksel rushed over to Konig. Seeing him sitting on the ground he pulled out his medical pact.

"Brother you hit."

Kneeling down beside him he examined him.

"No I'm fine. That spitfire of a woman broke my nose though."

Holding his nose he looked at Aksel with a shit eating grin.

Aksel shook his head. Patching up his nose he looked around for Krueger and Phantom.

This literal goddess had broken his nose.

No one had ever broke his nose.

This spitfire of a goddess had been the first to break his nose.

"God, I Love This Woman."

He whispered under his breathe.

Standing up he wiped his nose. Looking at his gloved hands he noticed her delicate teeth ripped through his gloves.

The sight of her biting his hands and arms made his hunger for her grow ten fold.

Aksel walked over to where Phantom sat on the ground looking at her lap. Blood seeping out of her wound she bit back her sobs.

"They took him. They stole him away right in front of me."

"Aksel he's gone."

"Gone"

"Just like that"

"It's my fault. I never fucking miss a shot. How could I have been so clumsy on my shots."

Looking up to Aksel she cried more, covering her face with her bloody gloves. Her sobs were muffled.

Aksel kneeled beside her patting her back she hugged him immediately.

"I'm gonna kill that fucking asshole."

She tried to stand up but failed miserably. The wound in her side throbbed so much she collapsed.

Groaning in pain she tried to crawl but Kong stood in front of her.

Smirking down to her. He reached out to her picking her up he held her close. Inhaling her scent this sent shivers down his spine. Carrying her bride style she in a way found comfort in his grasp. But her anger towards him remained.

"They have Krueger."

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This needs to be reblog and everyone needs to take the time to read this.

Fly high Inquisitor.

May the creator watch over you and guide you on your journey. 🪶🪶

Serious talk about COD cosplay community below the cut

PSA: seriously please do not interact with the COD cosplay community on tiktok or insta. It’s a very toxic community and I don’t want to get into the details of what happened. I’m not going to discuss it either, I myself figured it out from other people’s posts about it on other sites.

A lot of cosplayers are leaving the community because of this. Please be safe, and really be mindful of who you’re interacting with online. If you don’t like someone, block them and be done with it

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Here With Me

Chapter 5

Mentions- Explicit Content.

MDNI 🚫🔞🛑🚫❗️❗️

TW-Explicit Content

Masterlist

Taglist - @glitterypirateduck @eustassarm @vicky-09

a/n credit to the artist for the gif. Name is label beneath the gif. The picture for this one. The artist @namedlunagoddess

I do apologize for the delay of updating “Here with me” I’ve been not feeling well. I will try to update regularly.

Few Hours Later

König walked into the street ahead of everyone. As he was doing his sweep a loud ringing sounded off and the explosion. He flew back into a wall knocked him out temporarily. Sparrow came running back towards the explosion. She smelled blood her mind raced with worry.

There she found König lying on the ground. Not moving.

Rushing to his aid. She shook him.

“König wake up! König! Wake Up!”

König opened his eyes looking around him. His ears ringing, vision blurry. The smell of smoke, dust and burning flesh filled his senses. Looking around he couldn’t focus on the situation around him.

“König we gotta move now!”

“Get Up!”

She pulled him to his feet struggling to walk she limped and groaned holding her side. This didn’t go unnoticed with König.

“Liebling what’s happened?”

“Your hurt”

“A bomb went off and you were standing right beside the building when it exploded some shrapnel and other debris hit you pretty hard.”

“Everyone is okay. It’s just you took the hit the most but your gonna be okay.”

“I’m fine it’s nothing just hit my side a little too hard. Just a bruise”

She held her side but the feeling of hot liquid trickled down her waist and thighs as she kneeled down beside König.

Deep down she knew something was about that explosion. She was nearby when the bomb had gone off. She didn’t say anything to anyone due to the importance of the mission. They needed her just as much as she needed them.

“Captain Price!”

“You gotta move now sir! I’ll give you enough cover for you guys to make your get away!”

“They knew we were coming there’s too many.”

“Don’t worry about me sir I’ll catch up.”

With a heavy sigh Price looked down. Looking back up to her he nodded, holding her shoulder he had to make the decision to get his men to safety.

“We leave no one behind. Don’t be late”

“Wouldn’t dream of it sir”

She turned around walking back to König he stood against the wall collecting himself. He noticed her walking back to him.

Rubbing his eyes he looked down to her holding her hands. Her gaze soften looking at him. But those eyes of hers glowed green. Her smile light up his face.

“König I’ll give you and everyone enough time to make a clean get away. We can’t advance forward. You and Price men are important and I can’t have anyone die out here. I will see you soon okay.”

“Schatz, come back to me please”

“Promise me you’ll come back to me.”

“I will”

She pulled off her glove taking a step back she bit down on her hands. Looking up she gave a inhuman screech and growl. Falling to her hands and knees she transformed into her beast form.

This form was different from the last. She looked to König only for a brief moment then she jumped out the window.

Running down the streets passing abandoned demolished homes. Burned vehicles she looked around smelling the air. Tasting the air around her. It made her blood pump faster, the feeling of euphoria running through her veins. This feeling and the smell around her only fueled her blood lust.

Running through builds she attacked anything and everything that ran from her. The sounds of men shrieking and crying. The sounds of gunfire echoed the streets as Price and his men made their escape. More enemy fighters were showing up in droves.

Lost in the blood shed she had killed their contact that had spent months infiltrating the enemy’s group inner circle.

The amount of blood that glisten off her blood she stood in the empty room.

The walls and floors covered in visceral and blood.

Falling to her knees she had finally awoken from her nightmare. Looking around she saw what she had down.

“Oh my god!”

She recognized the scarf on one of the lifeless bodies. She scooped him up and held him close. She felt a slight heartbeat. This gave her hope.

Laying him down quickly she placed her hand of his wound. Glowing green she pushed his wound closed. While healing her contact someone had snuck up behind her watching her.

“Sparrow, Sparrow”

“I’ve heard so much about you. I gotta admit you do frighten me a bit. All the bloodshed and all the violence and chaos you do for them.”

The sound of the voice made her quickly turn around guarding her contact she covered his face. Hovering over his body she stared at the mysterious creature that lurked in the darkness of the corner of the room.

“Come out and face me.”

“As you wish my lady.”

“James”

“It can’t be.”

“This isn’t real. You’re not real because you’re dead. You’ve been dead for 5 years.”

She stood up looking down and at her hands. Reaching out to touch his face she retracted her hands. But he moved forward capturing her soft delicate hand on his cheek. Feeling her warmth he melted into her touch.

“My Sparrow look at me I’m here on the flesh.”

Holding her hand on his cheek he looked deep into her eyes.

“I missed you more then anything that day they told me that you didn’t make it back.”

She stepped back wiping the blood from her face. Looking towards James she slapped him. James looked down then back up to meet her gaze with a smile. He held his cheek. She was happy and angry all at once.

“Why show up all of a sudden. All these years you decide to show up. Especially in a place like this. Why!”

“Sparrow it’s been hard locating you. I’ve been trying to find you all these years. But now I have you here. Come away with me.”

“As tempting as that is now. I can’t. I just can’t.”

“Things are different now. I’m different.”

“Come away with me. Like we always talked about when we were younger.”

“I can’t do that. Things are different now. We aren’t children anymore. Those were dreams of a child.”

“You made me a promise that if we ever got out together that we would be together forever and we would run off together. Away from Laswell and the government and to be free. Like we dreamed of.”

“I know but that was when we were children. Lost and alone. We were prisoners.”

“We talked about what our lives would be like if we ever got out.”

“You got out!”

“You left us behind!”

“James! STOP!”

“You have no idea what I went through when you ran away.”

She paced the room wiping the stray tears away from her cheeks. Looking up to him with red, watery eyes. Her soft warm blues eyes glowed. Her stifled sobs echoed around them. The smell of smoke and gunpowder lingered in the air around them. The smell of iron was strong in the room.

“James you got out. You should’ve left and lived your life. And should’ve just forgotten about us. But why? Why did you come back?”

“For you and your brother.”

“My brother is dead.”

“He died a year after you ran away.”

“I don’t like talking about how he died. I just tell people I have a brother. I like to think that he’s alive and well living somewhere.”

“I accepted my position and the way things are.”

“Don’t say that (y/n). Please don’t say that”

“It’s what I accepted. After you left after my brother died. I accepted my life as is. I may be government property but I found something, someone.”

“Sparrow”

“Sparrow what about us, what about me?”

“Look they told me you died and I moved on because I never saw you for all those years. If I had known you were alive I would’ve made me escape all those years ago.”

“If I had known that you were alive. Then maybe. But thats all dreams of a child. I’m a grown woman now. I’m not living and hoping on dreams of a child. Not anymore.”

“You left and you broke my heart that day you left. But I have someone now.”

“This is the reality I accepted”

“You’re their lapdog.”

“Their never gonna let you go.”

“I know”

Those soft blue moons that looks up to James glaze soften his heart and made his mind flutter.”

“You’re just another pawn in their war. And that man that wears the hood will he accept you as you are. All the blood that covers your hands. I know all that blood that covers your hands isn’t justified. You know you spilled innocent blood with those claws.”

“War is coming. War on mutants. They will use you and discard you like garbage. They will use you till they have no use for you. Think about your brother Sparrow. Where is he? They lied to us all those years.”

“James stop it!”

“Just leave!”

“Leave!!”

She stood up to him he looked down at her moving the stray hairs from her face. He memorized every detail about her face. Her soft blue eyes made his heart melt and his mind flutter.

Looking back at her as he was leaving he couldn’t bare to leave without giving her one last kiss. He rushed back to her capturing her soft delicate pink plump lips with his lips. The kiss was soft and delicate but lasted longer then it should’ve. Lost in the kiss she melted into the kiss.

Static on her radio sputtered then a voice rang through.

“Sparrow, Sparrow do you copy”

“Leave James and don’t ever come back. Leave me behind. I accepted my reality and you need to accept yours. Without me.”

Holding back her tears she smiled to him holding his hands. She kissed his hands and let them go. She turned back to the man on the floor. She felt his heartbeat getting stronger with every beat and she could feel the blood rushing through his veins. She closed every wound and pumped some of her power into his body to stabilize him and hope for the best that he wakes up. She picked him up and carried him to the exit. Looking back she offered a weak smile and jogged out the door. Holding back her tears she looked ahead. Finding somewhere safe she set her contact down.

“This is Sparrow I hear you loud and clear. I’m on my way to the rendezvous point. Have medical on stand by sir.”

König bounced his knee repeatedly looking out the window with his rifle ready he was on edge about his Sparrow.

But as the radio static rang through her voice came through. That relief to hear her voice calm his anxiety down and made him release the breath he was holding in just waiting for her. Price patted his shoulder and gave him a gentle squeeze.

Ghost stared daggers at König. The small cramped space in the helicopter seethe with anger, worry and jealousy.

König was very much aware of Ghost and Soaps anger and jealousy towards him. He made sure to take it all in and ignore them. All he could think about was Sparrow.

Gaz and Price looked at each other and smiling to each other they shook their heads and looked outside. They both could feel the uneasy tension between the three men.

Sparrow carried her contact back to the rendezvous point when a gust of wind blew past her. She turned around quickly.

“Sparrow if I can’t have you then he can’t.”

“James don’t this.”

He ran towards her she dropped the man in her arms to block his attack but she felt his fingers digging into her side.

Looking down she remembered the gunshot wound she received hours earlier.

“I had this bullet specifically made for you. I remembered when Laswell figured out all of our weaknesses I remembered yours specifically.”

“Fuck!”

“That’s pain. Something your not use too.”

He pushed his fingers deeper into her wound she screamed. Grabbing holding of him she gritted her teeth while digging her claws into his shoulder and his cheeks.

Her screams echoed around them. König heard this and darted out of the helicopter. Running towards the sounds he saw the pair. Sparrow struggling as the stranger lifted her off the ground. She screamed while digging her claws into her attackers face.

James threw her towards him. König dropped his rifle to catch her. Falling to the ground he didn’t mind she flinched and whimpered in pain. Holding her he looked up to see the stranger but he was gone.

Captain Price and Ghost search the small area but nothing. He disappeared into thin air.

“Sparrow!”

“(Y/N)!”

“Look at me! Don’t close those beautiful green emeralds! Look at me!”

“Stay here!”

“I’m here with you!”

“Stay with me”

“Stay”

“Here with me”

Caressing her soft delicate face König tears fell onto her cheeks he held her tightly. Covering wound he stuffed more gauzes into her wound to stop the bleeding. She sniffled and opened her eyes slightly. Her eyes glowed blue. She smiled at him with her eyes slightly opened.

“My gentle giant”

“You’re eyes are like pools of an never ending ocean. I could simply get lost in them. Wouldn’t you.”

“I’m sorry I haven’t been truthful about myself and what we do?”

“What?!”

“What do you mean?”

“Hey hey stay with me?”

She fell asleep. Her pulse started to drop as the blood flowed from her wound. König scooped her up taking her back to the helicopter where two medics waited.

König handed her to them watching them treat her. The IV line set up in her arm she laid there lifeless. Her shallow breaths made his anxiety spike.

König kept his distance. Knowing his sheer size would make the medics nervous so he trembled in the corner watching them work.

Ghost kept his eyes on her breathing. Staring at the medics working he lost himself in watching over her. Soap held onto her soft delicate hand stroking her knuckles. Her shallow breathing left everyone on edge.

“ Captain Price, Lieutenant Ghost you’re gonna want to see this?”

Pulling from her wound they held a small bullet that penetrated her flesh. The medic then had a theory they wanted to test.

“For this particular mutant she has the ability to control her own body response to any attacks. Such as before when she was unconscious her flesh was impenetrable. But now she’s unconscious again but this time she exposed.”

Taking a scalpel the medic cut a small piece off her wound to remove the foreign bullet fragments.

Ghost leaned in beside Captain Price. He whispered to him.

Soap looked up to meet Gaz gaze he shook his head.

“She’ll make it. She’s strong mate.”

Gaz offered a small smile to Soap and looked back to Sparrow.

“Something about this mission doesn’t sit well with me.”

The ride back to base was sat in silence. Just as they arrived Laswell was waiting on the tarmac. She was accompanied by Colonel Norris and General Lyons.

Price notices this before landing.

“Gents we have company.”

König waits for everyone exit the helicopter watching the medics carry sparrow out on the stretcher he holds her hand.

He kisses her hand lightly through his mask. Rubbing her knuckles he takes notice of Laswell watching him. He stops and stands tall to his superiors.

“John”

“Laswell”

Laswell looked down and handed the folders and files over to Colonel Norris. She sighed heavily and looked down. She glanced over to Sparrow. Her eyes watered up and her heart felt heavy.

“Captain you are to hand over asset 16. She is to be under our care and you are relieved of her presence.”

Colonel Norris adjusted the files in his grasp looking at John and Ghost. He held a stoic demeanor.

“What’s the meaning of this?!”

John didn’t like the atmosphere of this meeting and this presence of Colonel Norris and let alone General Lyons.

“Captain! I don’t need to remind you of your position!”

“She is an asset to the US Government. Therefore she is our property.”

Norris stepped forward and pointed at Sparrow as she laid on the stretcher unconscious.

“Property, you fucking moppet. She’s a person not an object.”

John stepped in front of Norris. He stared him dead into his eyes. Laswell sighed and tried to speak but was silenced by General Lyons.

“John I suggest you watch your tone and have your men back down. If you fail to do so there will be consequences.”

Colonel Norris stepped beside Captain John he gaze met Sparrow as she was laying in the stretcher. Pushing his way past John.

“Are you threatening us Colonel”

Ghost stepped up beside John and stared daggers at Norris.

“John I suggest you back down or the consequences will be severe.”

John held back Ghost. Looking at him he nodded to him and Ghost turned around mumbling profusely. König stood in front of Sparrow as Norris approached her.

Before he could be near her König grabbed his hand.

“Fass sie nicht an!”

“John!”

Colonel Norris looked at König with a sickening grin on his face. Looking at him and back to Sparrow. Her lifeless form laid vulnerable to him and everyone around her.

“König!”

König released his hand and watched Norris examine his Sparrow.

His blood boiled at the sight of Colonel Norris looking at her. The smug sickening grin on his face made his blood boil with anger and rage. He wanted to so badly break his Colonel hand and bash his brains in for touching his Sparrow.

“Take her away. We leave tonight!”

Colonel Norris walked away but before he could do anything he spoke with the sickening smug on his face.

“Your Taskforce is being reassigned to a different location. John it’s to ensure there’s no distractions and to keep you away from our asset.”

“Who knows maybe we’ll breed another set of wolves just like her.”

Norris laughed at his disgusting comment about breeding her. The joke he made was not at all amusing to John.

“Touch her in any way you’ll answer to me Colonel. Keep your fucking moppets in line and away from her.”

Laswell had to hold back John. He lost his temper there for a moment.

König rushed over to John but was stopped by Soap.

“König!”

Just the sounds of Colonel Norris chuckle made König blood overflow with rage. He turned around punching one of the boxes that held equipment. As he passed Ghost and Soap, Gaz saw the dent left by König.

He walked away he had to cool off due to all the rage that was radiating from him.

Ghost turned back to Price.

Soap, Gaz shook their heads and watched as they loaded Sparrow up into the plane. Watching them strap her down. She was unconscious and unaware of the situation.

König walked pass everyone as he entered the base. Walking straight to the gym he opened the door and made his way straight to the punching bags.

Throwing a forceful strike he took all his anger and rage out of the bag before it ripped off the holder.

König couldn’t hold back his tears.

Falling to his knees he never felt so powerless and defeated until now. His sparrow the woman he loved so much. The only woman he fell so hard for had been just taken from him. And he stood there while they stole her from him. Those beautiful green emeralds. Just the image of them had been burned into his mind his memory of her.

Price walked over to Laswell he pulled her aside to speak to her about what they encountered hours earlier on their mission.

“Laswell you have so explaining to do!”

“What the fuck were we not informed about another rogue mutant.”

“John that’s classified.”

“Classified”

“We’re way beyond that Laswell. Better start explaining.”

“Not here”

Laswell looked around and sighed heavily she motioned for the men to follow her to a more secluded place.

Awhile the men were being led to a secluded location to discuss the classified information and nature of asset 16 aka Sparrow.

König sat in darkness crying his heart out. His lover had just been stole from him. Right in front of him. He felt so helpless.

“I’ve never felt so alone never have I felt this broken before.”

“I’m not the man I need to be. I have to find a way to get mein hase back.”

König continued his days but he was more quiet. He only spoke when he was spoken too. Deep down he was plotting when he was gonna find his hase and bring her back to him.

credits to @ave661

A few days later

“Where am I!”

“Laswell!”

“You promised me I wouldn’t come back here!”

“You gave me your word!”

“Please!”

She slumped down and held her knees. Tears fell to her cheeks. The collar on her neck the blue prison jumper made all her nightmares come back again. This is where she started and now she’s back to square one again

“König where are you? Please find me?”

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Whew is it me or is it hot in here 🤭🔥😍💯 Good God The Way Krueger Is Has Me Feral 😍🫠🫠

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Fandom: Call of Duty Pairing: Sebastian Krueger x Female reader Summary: your fuck buddy takes you in the shower. Length: Medium Tagging: @synnersaint @shyjellyfish26 @kosmokenny @butterscotch-babie @cesneo @deaddainish @allkot @jacket-slut99 @hers-area @1-fuzzy-squirrels @hailmesuckers @ella-bella-ella @spookylilbay @t6ylors @salamanderstuff @hh-spnxx @akii1833 @malyshka-3 @etoilebleue @gremlingottoosilly @talktothemoon2 Warnings: NSFW 18 + ONLY, strong language, explicit content, established relationship, voyeurisms (ya'll are fucking in a shower so that counts), unprotected p in v, swallowing, cum eating, detailed smut.

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He wasn't a creepy by any means, he was more observant; a fly on the wall, curious in nature. Intrusive thoughts lead to intrusive visions and the more he sat and dwelled on them the more obsessed he'd become. These feelings were not on his radar. There was no expectation, no limits, no planned process. Fly by the seat of his pants, devil may care, play things but ear but then he happened to meet you. And all that flew right out the fucking window.

Uh oh.

This was new, very new territory for the man. He'd been requested, specifically by a man named captain John Price of the 141. He'd be on retainer, handsomely paid, taken care of with the highest respect. With the sum he'd been offered who was he to turn it down? A little stint, all expenses paid as well, was a dream. As he thought of where he'd vacation after you had stepped into the frame. Shattered what resolve he'd had, the walls he'd neatly laid by hand, trauma after trauma.

You touched your ear, earrings dangling in the light and handed Price a neat stack of color coded folders one early afternoon. You looked at him. Sebastian thought you'd be nervous, skittish, afraid even by his head to toe covering, sitting widely at the back of the briefing room, taking up as much space as he needed. But you didn't. He'd later found out why.

He'd heard the name König once or twice in passing, a monster, a thief in the night, the boogeyman. If you weren't scared of König then there's no way you'd be scared of him. And you weren't. You were sweet on him just as he was to you. If he wasn't careful you'd give him a toothache.

It started with casual pleasantries.

Good morning, Krueger.

Gut Morgen my dear.

Two sugars, right?

No pickles.

You fell asleep once with your head against his bicep, exhausted, wiped out. Your head was so small in comparison to his arm, he could crush you like a bug. He'd done so with enemies of the past. He just looked down at you with a smile behind his head covering, blushing a little as you shifted deeper into his side.

You were never in field. Kept safe on base or at the rendezvous point. Out of sight, out of harm and yet even though you were never with him on the battlefield, you were on his mind. Maybe you felt it. Some telekinesis going on but as he laid low, out of harms way on a rooftop in the scorching Sahara, his comms crackled to life.

"Come in Krueger, what's your location?"

"Rooftop. Ten clicks south of the point, target inbound."

"Good. Ghost and Sergeant soap are on their way, wait for my go ahead before clearing the building."

"Roger that."

"Hey Sebastian?"

The sound of his birth name, coming from your mouth made him suddenly hyper aware and stiff. You only ever called him Krueger and it was in that very moment, that dusty hot second that he realized you'd canceled everyone else out, this was a one on one channel.

Alone.

"Ja?"

"You get this job done and make it back to base in one piece," your voice paused and returned momentarily with a smile he could only imagine. "I'll let you buy me dinner."

He'd never gotten a job done quicker than that. No wasted ammo, no casualties. His black heart was full and pumping when he boarded the helo, shoving their prisoner to the wall, seatbelt maybe a little too tight but for good reason, keep him for safe travel and questioning. He had a pep in his step and a grin on his face the whole time.

No one suspected a thing.

You were too cool, too aloof and breezy to let anything unsavory exist. He wondered how did it. How you could be so vulnerable, docile and submissive behind closed doors but be this calm outside of them. Balance, he supposed.

He watched you chat with Gaz, laughing at one of his many told jokes, one he'd heard a handful of times since joining the company. He could only muse how many times you must've heard it.

Kreuger leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed, listening but not paying any attention oh no. His sole attention was on you. How you smiled, the way you gently touched his Kyle's shoulder, the way your eyes glinted in the awful florescent lighting. The curve of your mouth, the tilt of your hip. The way your face changed when you caught him watching you.

You were trouble.

A brat.

The way you just so happen to let slip that you'd been needing a long hot shower after this exhausting week let him know your next move. Which meant Sebastian knew his.

It wasn't too long after departure did he venture out of his temporary quarters. A plain grey dresser and matching desk, walk in closet that was mostly bare save for a few key items and his toiletries, a decent king sized bed that he'd fucked you on all four corners of. The first of many late nights and bj's were had on those crisp sheets.

He waited until the rookies had their lights out checks before he slipped out of his room, a heavy towel around his bare shoulders, his tattoos and scars on display as he made his way down to the showers. Luckily the staff had their own private showers, no sharing or horseplay in there. There were at least stalls and cubicles for safety and privacy. Perfect. Krueger made sure the coast was clear before slipping into the room. The sound of a powerful shower head filled the space, warm steam and the scent of your body wash cloaked him in perverse glee. He double locked the door, holding onto the ends of his towel around his shoulders, Sebastian strutted through the locker room. He could hear you humming, coming around one of the corners he caught you with your face dripping with water, the palms of your hands at your eyes.

"Well what have we here?"

His thick accent made you jump and cover your not so private parts. You twisted and turned you're body to shield yourself.

"Krueger! You scared me you little perv, you're not supposed to be in here."

He laughed at your display, still soapy and slick. "I am not Krueger when we are alone, remember? Or… does my little toy need some reminding?"

"Sebastian!"

"What?"

"You can't… what if someone else is in here?"

"There isn't."

"How do you know?"

"Hallo!!??" He shouted, cupping around his mouth, he smiled in silence. "See? It's just you, me and the terrible water pressure."

You scoffed at that.

"Well… are you going to finish cleaning up or what?"

"With you watching?"

"Ja. Why not?"

"I feel like a goldfish." You admitted, still keeping some of your dignity which Krueger thought was cute.

"My dear, I have seen you much more compromising positions than simply bathing."

"That's not the point." You stuttered and looked down at your toes. "Should I perhaps join you then, schatzi? Would that be better?"

The water from your lashes streaked down your cheeks when you smiled and held out your soapy loofah. "Much."

….

He'd said it plenty of times before; you never looked better but each time it was a lie for the next time he got you alone. The suds of soap on your already soft and wet skin glistened in the low light, dripping down your arms, your legs, how the soap clung to your collarbones.

Beautiful.

Krueger removed his face covering, his belly flipped when you eyes him up and down as he stepped out of his sweats, kicking them aside along with his towel. Your traveling eyes only furthered his confidence as he came into your shower cubicle.

His wingspan was enough to block you in the tight quarters, the water rushed over your curves as you backed up, letting him into the space. His mind played tricks and thought intrusively that he could bust down these bricks like cardboard at the look you were giving him just then.

"Is this better, mein schatz?"

"Come closer." You breathed and moved around the shower, keeping your eyes locked on his as it was his turn to stand underneath the water. It splashed and dribbled down his body, his muscles warming in its delicate embrace.

Your hands looked so small whenever you touched him, going over his abdomen with the soapy loofah. He didn't mind that he'd be smelling like mango and shea. He found it pleasing, reminded him of you and suddenly the thought of having to buy a bottle of the stuff to occupy his toiletries once he left this place made him a little somber.

He didn't want to leave you.

The big killing man had a soft spot for you.

Sure, the others gave him shit for following you around like you had some invisible leash around his neck, he'd break fingers and backs of any of your enemies if given the lucky chance. He did so with ease because he was the one to warm your bed, make you laugh and hold you close.

Better to just fuck it out, his feelings could sort themselves down as they circled down the drain.

Your begging made him harder, you both knew his cock fit but to hear you beg for it, plead for him to give it to you made him feral. He grabbed your hip hard and placed your foot on the soap dish partition as he leaned forward, teasing you both as he tapped the head of his cock against your clit, slipping the shaft between your folds. He didn't press in right away, making you arch and pull him closer with a hand on the nape of his neck.

"Make it fit, Sebastian. Make it fit. Stretch me out." You whined, watching him rock his cock up against your folds, coating him with your arousal.

"That's what you want, hmm? Are you worried it won't?" Krueger teased, smiling at your focused face.

"I just…I just want it in me," you batted your lashes then, inching your pussy forward, begging for a little more friction, something only his cock could seem to reach. "I need you."

"Ah, and not just five minutes ago you were shooing me out of here, no? Now look at you, looking to get fucked in the showers by a visiting war criminal."

"Are you trying to turn me on even more?" Your giggle melted into a satisfied moan when he stuffed himself inside you. Thick, rock hard pulsing muscle sinking in deeper. You rested your head on his shoulder the closer he got.

"Oh fuck. That's it."

"This what you wanted, my dear? How quickly you fold for me, ja? How quickly your resolve leaves your body once you are full of me."

Krueger taunted, circling his hips as he held your ankle on the soap dish. His other hand came up to cup your breast as he really started to move and fuck you.

It was so hot and dirty, soap slick skin, sloppy wet kisses caught in between. You licked inside his mouth, your nails scratching down his back. You matched his enthusiasm, moving in unison.

Krueger planted his feet along the slick floor, grunting your name, panting out little phrases.

"Good girl."

"Keep it coming, baby. That's it."

"Good job baby, good job taking it all in."

"Ohhh you are really trying to milk my cock, hmmm? Go on then, squeeze me, squeeze it all out."

You sunk your teeth into his shoulder, keening and begging for more. The grey cloud of leaving you, this moment, this kind of sex crept around his shoulders. He hated it, shaking his head, wetting his face under the water.

"It's so good. You're so good," you cooed, petting his face and staring blissfully into his eyes. "So so good to me."

Krueger would be lying if your admittance didn't steal his breath. How you looked, in general and the way you looked at him like he was everything. Some precious jewel, a forbidden item. He licked his lips and kissed you hard, holding you somehow closer as his cock brushed up deep, nudging a spot inside your cunt that drove you wild. You bit his tongue.

"Oh shit, do that again! Fuck that's good."

"Ja, you like that? Like how I fit so perfectly in your perfect little cunt," Sebastian chuckled as you nodded frantically. "Wish I could take you with me. Keep you like trinket. Fuck, clench around me."

"I am." You moaned.

Sebastian paused, lifting your chin from his shoulder, cupping your cheek. He blinked rapidly.

"I put in a transfer."

"What? Why?"

"Why not? I'm not even from here!"

He gave you sideways look, brows coming together, broken pieces of him were being molded together, weaved together with whatever witchcraft you had. He would never get enough.

"Fuck yes." Krueger kissed you again, sweeter than the last but there was more feeling behind it. "You're mine. All mine now."

Your sobs for more boosted his already incredibly high ego, making him fuck you faster, made him feral with desire as he pinched your nipples, bit the side of your neck, groaned almost pathetically into your ear, licked the shell of it. He called you every beautiful word he knew, huffing when you sang his name.

"Fuck I'm… it's coming, I'm coming, Make me cum, please! I need it, I need it so badly. I'm gonna' cum so fucking hard, don't stop don't stop don't--"

"Atta' girl, there's my girl, Moan it out baby, let me hear it. Let me know how good you feel right now." Krueger sighed when you responded in kind, whining and throbbing your release around him. He wasn't going to last much longer either, everything felt so decadent and warm and safe.

Sebastian pulled out, fucking his fist instead but lost his balance as you suddenly dropped down to your knees, your hot mouth on his cock, tasting yourself along with his pre-cum made him groan. His breath hiccupped the deeper you took him down your throat.

"Fuck… that's it baby, good God you're so good at taking cock. Doesn't matter which hole. Swallow it down, that's it. Be a good girl, fuck… swallow it all down. It's coming baby, get that pretty mouth ready for me. I can't---I'm coming. Here it comes baby."

You looked like a goddess down there, swallowing his load, gulping it down. You barely showed him your empty mouth before he hauled your ass back up to your feet, crushing you into a sudsy embrace. He kissed you again, tasting everything.

"You are everything to me." He confessed.

"That's why I'm coming with you. Where you go, I go."

He'd figure something out, he thought as the water began to chill. Mixing business with pleasure was always a toss up, could make for a shaky foundation but that's the thing with balance.

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“GoodBye Sunflower”

Part 2

Part 1

Keegan x Fem! Reader

TW-Mentions death, depression, stress, slight fluff.

Artwork Credit - @ave661

Credit for dividers - @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

I hope you like this @simplecole18

Previously in Chapter One

Eyes red and swollen he couldn’t shed anymore tears. Looking at her beautiful face. The stitches and bandages that covered her face the lips that held the most beautiful smile her laugh that made his worries all disappear and her warm touch that healed his aching, broken body. All of this will be gone with a pull of a switch.

“If that’s what she wants then…….I will always love you my Sunflower”

The doctor walked over and sighed and flipped all the switches off and he left Keegan alone. The beeping sounds of her heart monitor kept beeping. Keegan closed his eyes.

Waiting for her the monitor to flatline once again.

“Doctor!”

The sound of the nurse running out of the room. Keegan looked up to see that his Sunflower was breathing on her own and her heart beating strong on its own. But her fingers twitched in his grasp.

“Sunflower baby stay with me. I’m right here. You’re strong pull through for me baby. I’m right here I never left your side.”

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“You’re my wildflower”

“Come back to me”

-Two Weeks Later -

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“Keegan we have to head out.”

“Hesh give me a few more minutes.”

Hesh sighed heavily patting his back. He walked out of the hospital room. Hesh held back his tears.

“Sure thing”

“Sunflower, I know you can hear me…please wake up. I know you squeezed my hand and moved your fingers but come back to me please.”

“Please wake up.”

“I can’t imagine my life without you.”

“Open those big beautiful (y/e/c). I miss you getting mad at me when I pick on you and when you call me an asshole and Mr. So Serious.”

“I’m gonna be away for a few days. Wait for me. I promise you wildflower I’ll come back. Just come back to me and wake up. We can have the life you want.”

“I know you want ducks so I uhh I got you this.”

Keegan pulls out a stuffed animal. He holds the little green duck in his hand tucking it under hand.

He wiped his tears from his cheeks and pulled his balaclava over his face. Kissing his hand he placed it on her lips. Lifting her hand he kissed her softly.

Keegan picked up his gear and walked towards the door but he looked back at her to memorize her beautiful face.

“Sunflower”

Looking down at his black boots he sniffled. Blinking his eyes repeatedly he walked out and down the hall his heart ached. The pain of leaving her behind in her vegetative state weighed heavily on his mind.

He jogged to the tarmac where everyone waited he nodded to them. Keeping to himself he sat in his seat strapped in holding her bracelet. The small dainty little bracelet that had small bells and small sunflowers on it.

“Sunflower, you have my heart in the palm of your hand. Please wake up.”

The feeling of the turbulence shook the helicopter and Keegan stared off into oblivion thinking about his wildflower.

“Keegs, she’s gonna pull through she’s strong.”

“I just know she is. She isn’t gonna leave us. And especially not you. Someone has to be here to pick on you.”

“I know. It’s just hard to imagine my life without her. I can’t sleep or eat without thinking of her. But the doctor said she had a higher chance of waking up but it’s a matter of when.”

Locked away in her own hell she searched and searched for the light. (Y/n) ran through darkness holding her small paper lantern. She ran and ran looking for the small ball of light that would lead her back to the present.

“Keegan where are you? I’m so alone and scared”

“Please come back. Call out to me so I can find my way back to you.”

Sitting down she dropped the lantern holding her face she wept in her hands. But I’m the distance she heard her lovers voice.

Quickly standing up she listened again picking up her lantern she called out to him.

“Keegan!”

“My love!”

“Keep talking!”

She ran towards the sounds of his voice. The more she ran the more her will to live grew. Little by little her small frail broken body tried to break free from its prison.

“Sunflower, I know you can hear me…please wake up. I know you squeezed my hand and moved your fingers but come back to me please.”

“Please wake up.”

“I can’t imagine my life without you.”

“Open those big beautiful (y/e/c). I miss you getting mad at me when I pick on you and when you call me an asshole and Mr. So Serious.”

“I’m gonna be away for a few days. Wait for me. I promise you wildflower I’ll come back. Just come back to me and wake up. We can have the life you want.”

“I know you want ducks so I uhh I got you this.”

She felt his warm sweaty hands touch her cold hands. She smiled with tears in her eyes she ran towards his voice. Her lungs burned her legs grew tired but she pushed on to the sounds of his voice.

She gently squeezed the stuffed animal.

The smell of the disinfectant spray that they used to sanitize the room filled her nose. The feeling of the soft sheets on her legs and feet. The feeling of something soft at her fingertips under her right hand.

She took a deep breath in filling her sore aching lungs. Her eyes fluttered open.

The blinding bright fluorescent lights burned and stung her sensitive eyes. Struggling to sit up she managed through the soreness, stiffness in her frail broken body.

“Keegan”

Her low raspy voice cut the silence. She shifted in her bed tugging on the cords that connected her to the machines she pulled them off and the IV lines out one by one. Looking around her eyes burned, tears fell down her face as she realized where she was.

“Keegan?”

Her low raspy voice called out to her lover. Her throat was dry. Swallowing thickly she rubbed her eyes. Wincing at the pain she touched her face as she looked around searching for a mirror that was nearby. The feeling of butterfly tape and bandages that covered her face and neck shook her to her core. Tugging at the cords around they prevented her from moving she peeled back the tape from her arms ripping the pads that were taped to her chest and sides. The monitors going off. Blood rushed down her arm as she sat up straight. Her legs shifted to the edge. They dangled there for a moment. She leaned forward but her legs didn’t react in time. She fell forward landing on the cold white tile floors.

“Doctor!”

The nurse ran into the room helping (y/n) off the floor into the nearby chair. She winced at the pain in her body as she sat down. The nurse rushed to get the doctor.

“What happened?”

“Where’s my Keegan?”

“I heard his voice in the darkness I tried to find him, where is he?”

“(Y/N) you’ve been in a coma for a short period of time but allow me to examine you. You have extensive bodily injuries and the beatings you took to your head that left you with a concussion. Let us examine you and I’ll answer all your questions and concerns as we proceed with this exam.”

“Okay”

She looked up to the doctor biting her lower bruised lip. Fighting back the tears that were threatening to fall she sighed and whimpered. She thought about what happened before all the images of the torture came rushing back to her.

Closing her eyes she huffed in pain. Holding her head. She remembered what happened but she remembered hearing Keegan cry for her.

“Water”

“Yes, but drink this slow okay. Here you go Hun. Just sips. Your body could go into shock if you drink it too fast.”

The nurse kneeled down in front of her catering to her. While sipping on her water she spoke again to the nurse.

“Where’s Keegan?”

The nurse sighed and clicked her pen and looked down at her hands and looked up to her holding her hands she spoke softly to her to break the news.

“He’s on a mission. He’ll be gone for a few months at most. They extended the mission a few mins ago.”

“When will he be coming back?”

“They can’t say? I’m so sorry dear”

Breathing softly she stared at her small cup of water her heart heavy from the news but she held out hope he would come back to her soon. She wanted to feel his warm calloused hands in hers. Her bones aches for his embrace.

“(Y/N) we can start your exam now”

Nodding her head she looked to the doctor and nurse who wheeled in a wheelchair for her.

3 Months Later

“Sunflower, if you’re reading this, that would mean I didn’t come back from my last mission. They either KIA me or MIA. But know this I never stopped thinking about you.”

“You brighten my life when I saw nothing that was worth living in the moment for, but you changed everything for me when we met. I always thought of you when I was at my lowest. But sunflower you were always on my mind when you went to sleep and never woke up. So if you don’t get the chance to read this then Hesh or Logan is reading this letter you as you lay sleeping.”

“My wildflower your beauty can’t be described in words.”

“So if you’re still sleeping. Don’t wake up”

Sitting in her room her hair overgrown. She slept for days not eating only drinking water from the sink. She lingered in her room. Logan was pulled from the water. He recovered soon after they found him but he doesn’t remember what happened and that it’s all a blur.

Looking around the room she sat on her bed holding the letter. Rereading the last line.

“Don’t wake up”

Her heart had bled dry. No tears or pain could comprehend that loss she felt. No amount of tears and bargaining could bring him back.

The sounds of someone knocking on her door breaks her out of her trance.

“Go away!”

“(Y/N), it’s Logan can you open the door. Please”

“Go Away Logan!”

“Please, I know you’re hurting but you need to eat something.”

“LEAVE ME ALONE!”

She grabbed the nearest object beside her and she flunked it at the door. The loud crashing sound echoed the halls of the building. Soldiers that were in their rooms peeked their heads to looking out to see what was going on.

Logan looked down with tears in his eyes. He sighed and bit down on his lower lip holding back his emotions he stood in front of her door holding an envelope. Sliding the envelope under the door he walked away silently.

The sounds of paper scraping the floor she looked at her door seeing an orange envelope under the door she crawled over to open it but decided against it.

Deep down she knew what it was.

Death certificates and maybe just maybe a copy of his tags. And other paperwork that needed some signatures.

No funeral was to be held. Keegan wasn’t the sentimental type of man. He didn’t care if a vigil or service was to be held for him. All he cared about was his job, friends and his gun but his top priority was his Sunflower.

Days turned into months then a year later she sat in front of his tombstone. Holding sunflowers she always brought them with her. Every morning and evening she sat by his tombstone. Talking about her day what was new and what he would’ve hated. All these trips back and forth had become a routine for her.

Due to her injuries she sustained she was honorably discharged from her service. She lived out her earlier retirement with her benefits and the wealth that was left behind from her parents. She lived in the house in the mountains only in the fall and winter. She became very reclusive after Keegan’s Death.

During the summer and spring she owned an apartment in the city. She would wander the streets mindless searching for him. Hoping one day he would show up in her life again. But that was never gonna happen. Death isn’t something that is inevitable. Especially in the line of work they both did. She got lucky she narrowly escaped deaths grasp but Keegan didn’t. The debt needed to be paid and Keegan took that burden from her.

The seasons started to change. The summer heat started to cool then eventually the leaves changed. The cool winds replaced with freezing gusts of wind that swept the entire city and mountains.

Knowing Keegan he would’ve moved mountains and sacrificed the whole world just for her to keep her at his side. And he would do anything to keep her happy. But this wasn’t happiness.

This was a nightmare.

“Keegan I miss you. I miss you so much it hurts everyday you aren’t here with me. I promise you I’ll take care of myself and try to live my life.”

“I’ll be in the mountains for the fall and winter. I’ll visit you when spring comes around. I love you Keegs”

She kissed her fingers pressing them against the tombstone. Her warm hands touch the cold rough stone.

Tears filled her eyes. This was the hardest part she couldn’t bring herself to leave the cemetery. Her heart longed for his love.

Looking back (y/n) chewed her inner cheek holding back her stifled sobs. She looked back hoping that one day death will take her away.

Her bones aches for his embrace. Not feeling his warm touch on her face her body. That feeling of being deprived from it hurt worse then a gunshot wound and the torture she endured.

The scars of her face served as a reminder she was stronger then the men that inflicted these wounds on her face and body.

She build a fire in her cottage and sat down on the floor watching the fire crackle and dance. The orange glow warmed her but couldn’t replace Keegan’s warmth.

Watching the fire dance in the fireplace she fell asleep.

The fire died down in the early morning.

The sounds of someone knocking on her door woke her up. She sat up on the floor her body ached and her joints cracked as she stood up. Rubbing her eyes she stumbled a bit trying to center herself. Looking around she looked at her watch reading the time 5:08am.

A thin blanket of frost covered the ground outside. But who was outside.

Stumbling to her door she hissed in pain as she made her way to the door. Grasping the handle she sighed heavily for whoever was at the door they were in for a surprise. She yanked opened the door only to be met with shock.

“K k Keegan”

“Sunflower”

“You fucking asshole!”

Jumping into his arms he fell back off the steps holding her close. Inhaling her scent feeling her body against his as he fell.

Hitting the ground knocked the wind out of him but the feeling of having her body pressed against his was the feeling he longed for.

“Sunflower, I’m so sorry I hurt you. And I’m sorry you were alone all these months and having a year pass by you have no idea how much it hurt me. I had to Sunflower.”

“I’m real and this isn’t a dream”

“I missed you so much it killed me the day they served me your papers and signing your death certificate.”

“You made it hard Keegan. I hate it but I love you so much.”

Caressing her face he pulled her in for a kiss. He longed for her warmth and touch. But his touch was something else.

Keegan took his time with touching and undressing her watching all the goosebumps raise. Caressing her stomach gliding his calloused fingers over her stomach. Watching her moan, her back arching begging for more.

Pinching her nipples through her black laced bra. Running his finger over her dampen lace panties. Feeling her wetness made his cock quiver with anticipation.

Watching her become undone under his touch was a like orchestrating music. The sweet lewd moans he could pull from her was music to his ears. The sweet nectar that drips between her legs. He so badly wanted a taste. But this moment was about her not him.

“Sunflower use your words”

“Touch me, finger me, something Keegan I need to feel you. I missed you so much.”

Standing up beside her unbuckling his pants dropping them to his ankles. Stepping out of them he palmed himself through his boxers watching her beautiful face turn many shades of pink her mouth watering. The way she bites her lips turns him to putty in her hands.

“Sunflower open up”

“Okay”

Keegan pulled his boxers down pressing his thumb down on her tongue as he pulled her forward to him. Her hot breath on his cock made his body shudder. The hot wet sensation of her mouth he had almost forgotten lingered in his mind.

“You take what I give you Sunflower. Swallow when I’m finished with you my wildflower.”

“Yes!”

Keegan placed his cock into her mouth. Thrusting forward in her mouth caused her to gag. Slow soft thrust into her mouth down her throat he sighed softly gripping the back of her head gently as he fucked her mouth.

Her eyes watered up as his pace quicken. Her gag reflex no longer reacted. Swirling her tongue around his rather large cock. Drool seeped down his balls dripping between his legs she sucked up the saliva that made a mess on her lower lip.

Licking the red sensitive tip caused him to groan and thrust harder into her throat.

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Meanwhile

“Hesh, Merrick it’s good to see you guys again.”

Logan walked up to the property owned by (y/n) they parked below the hill alongside the road.

Hesh and Merrick did the same as well to surprise (y/n). Hesh carried flowers and a small box of chocolates for her.

“Logan brother it’s been too long since we seen you guys”

“Guys we were supposed to bring gifts”

Logan shook his head with hands on his hips laughing softly feeling a lot embarrassed. He waved it off. Hugging his brothers they talked outside for awhile.

“Russ said he’s here but so far no one has greeted us.”

Hesh walked up to the door before he could knock he stopped immediately and walked away. Looking down he looked like he seen a Ghost.

“We should get the trucks and part up here.”

“Might want to give them some privacy.”

Hesh started to walk down the hill with the flowers and chocolates in hand he marched down the hill quickly.

“Oh? What do you-? Oh?!”

Logan nodded and Merrick questioned Hesh but realized what he meant. They all quickly walked down the hill quietly and quickly.

“Yeah”

No one dared to say anything.

Just the lewd moans and gasp was all Hesh heard aside from the sounds of Keegan’s praising, but the sounds of skin slapping and the wet lewd noises. The sounds of moans muffled and Keegan stern commands.

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The King With No Name

9. Come Together

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Summary: König - the king of Caldera - has been called upon by your father to choose a bride from his daughters in order to establish an alliance to keep peace over the lands they rule. When he arrives, he is enraptured by you, your father’s eldest child - an unconventional woman by all standards. He pursues your hand in marriage, doing his best to make you fall in love with him like he has fallen in love with you - much to your dismay Author's Notes: I'm a little sad to say that I think this is the end of this fic! I like to think that I've wrapped everything up quite nicely and written an ending I'm happy with. I'd be happy to elaborate on anything if you guys would like, don't be afraid to ask!! It has been more than a pleasure writing this and as my second ever fic, I'm delighted to find that people like what I'm writing and got invested in the story. It has been more than a treat to hear your kind words. If anyone has ideas for another fic they'd like to see, don't be afraid to send them to me! Warnings: Arranged marriage, smut, death, violence, magic/charms/love spell, fluff

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After the sun finished its journey across the sky and dipped into the ocean, you headed for the entrance to the catacombs with Koing by your side. Before you could crawl inside he pulled you close and lifted his mask, kissing you gently under the moonlight. You held tightly to him until he let go, gently patting you on the rear and holding aside the vines that covered the entrance. 

“Be safe, mein maus. Should you encounter any trouble, you need only shout and I will come to your side,” he promised, holding your bow as you got on all fours and crawled through the gap in the rocks. Once you were inside, you blew him a kiss and he handed you your bow. The vines fell back into place and you lit your torch, heading deep into the great hill the castle sat upon. 

You’d traversed these passageways countless times when you were a child and the dust and cobwebs that coated every surface reassured your belief that you were the only ones who knew about this section of the castle. 

The catacombs were the remains of an earlier castle that yours was built upon, and their hallways intersected with a natural cave system that had served your ancestors well. Several of them were buried down here, and you did your best not to disturb them as you climbed through collapsed walls to reach the entrance to the sewer system. 

The sewers took you throughout the castle and you did your best to stay out of sight as you scurried toward the dungeon. 

The room was quiet. Peering up through a grate you noted that there were fewer guards on watch than there typically were. Many of the initial cells were full of your father’s men - no doubt those who had spoken out against Ferdinand when he seized power. 

You crept further under the cells, poking your head up under grates to examine who was in each. At the last one, a more private cell with a solid wooden door, your breath hitched in your throat. 

“Sadie! Lydia! Henry!” you whispered, gripping the bars that went over the floor grate and pushing your face up as far as you could into the room. Lydia gasped and was startled from where she lay sleeping on a cot, racing to your side and taking your hand. Henry looked up from where he was lying, smiling weakly at you and raising a bloody, bandaged hand in greeting.

“What are you doing here? Have you come to help?” she whispered. This caught Sadie’s attention and she too raced over. When she caught sight of you, tears started to flow freely down her cheeks. 

“I have. Are you alright?” you asked, watching as Henry struggled to sit. 

“It’s Ferdinand. After you were gone, he went mad. He challenged father for the throne and father couldn’t refuse. He locked all of us up and when Henry tried to stop him, he nearly killed him,” Sadie said, sniffling as tears dripped down her cheeks. There was a heavy knock at the door then and Sadie and Lydia bolted up. You sank back into the darkness of the sewers, doing your best to hide yourself as the door swung open. 

“Oh, Marcus, you scared us!” Sadie exclaimed, rising to her feet and throwing herself into the arms of the guard as he entered and shut the door. Lydia looked down at you and gestured for you to come back. 

“It’s okay, Marcus is on our side,” she whispered. As you approached the grate again, the guard’s eyes widened. 

“You’re here! Does that mean–”

“Shh! I’m here to help. Marcus, do you have keys to the cells here?” you asked. When he nodded, you grinned and undid the latch to the grate that led to the sewers, popping it open and climbing up into the room. 

“Great. Unlock them all, I’ll need all of the loyal men I can muster.”

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Not long later, you stood at the main door to the dungeon, facing the newly-rearmed men who’d sworn themselves to you and your cause. Sadie had volunteered to wait in the cell to watch over the injured Henry, and Marcus had refused to leave her side so that he could defend her if the need arose. Lydia stood at your side, borrowed bow in hand. 

“If what you all have said is still true, my mother and father are likely being kept in their bedroom on the upper floor. I’ll go looking for Ferdinand. If I encounter any trouble, I’ll yell - that’s the signal for all of you to come out of hiding and start fighting. My husband is waiting outside the walls with reinforcements should we need them. For now, get into position and wait,” you urged, quietly opening the double doors to the dungeon and leading the war party upstairs and into the servant’s hallways.

They were deserted - all of the servants had received a warning from a messenger to hunker down and prepare to defend themselves should the need arise. You broke off from your group and slipped across the main corridor and toward the great hall where the throne room was. 

When you entered, Ferdinand sat alone. When his eyes fell upon you he stood up quickly and came towards you, his arms out. 

“Oh, my love, I thought that brute had killed you, but you have returned to me!” he said excitedly. You dodged his hug and drew your sword, brandishing it at him. 

“Challenged an infirm man to a fight? Nearly killed your best friend and left him to rot? Imprisoned my sisters and countless good men to cells? Started wars and invaded my lands? And yet you dare call me your love? Who in the hell do you think you are?” you snarled. He stepped back in surprise, raising his hands. 

“Only for you, my dear. When I kill that beast who stole you from me you’ll become mine, and we can live happily. You can forget him now, return to where you belong - by my side!” he exclaimed. 

“I was wrong about König. He’s fair, he’s gentle, and he loves me. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt me, unlike you. So I guess I was wrong about you too,” you spat, taking a step forward, the blade inches away from Ferdinand’s chest.

“You…don’t love me?” he asked, his brow furrowing as his hands lowered. 

“You hurt my family and you put my people in danger, you’re insane!” you shrieked. 

“It…didn’t work,” Ferdinand breathed, his face hardening. He lunged, but instead of grabbing you, grabbed the charm tied to the quiver of arrows at your side - the hunting charm he’d given you the day you had met König. In the process, he knocked your bow off of your hip and it fell to the ground, cracking into pieces. 

“How could it not have worked?” he snarled, holding the little silver thing up to the light and beginning to pace. 

“Wait, what are you talking about?” you snapped, utterly confused but still just as angry, unable to mourn the loss of your beloved bow as you stayed focused on him.

“The love charm! This was supposed to make you love me unconditionally!” he shouted, throwing the charm to the ground. 

“True love! Pure love! It was supposed to make us come together!” he shrieked, kicking the thing away. Your face paled. 

“You tried to curse me. Tried to use magic to make me love you. You didn’t change at all, no. You were insane from the start,” you said incredulously, your heart starting to race faster. 

Ferdinand lunged for you but you were ready. You reached out your sword and he fell upon it, impaling himself clear through the gut and falling to the ground. You stood over him as he choked and gasped for air, looking up at you with wide eyes. 

“Why couldn’t you love me?” he gurgled, a tear slipping down his cheek. You put your boot on his chest and yanked your sword out. 

“You didn’t trust me to realize that I did on my own.”

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König stepped from the darkness once Ferdinand drew his last breath, walking over to the charm that had fallen to the ground and picking it up gingerly. He examined it for a moment as you watched him, nervous. 

“Such a little thing, just like you, maus,” he said quietly. You sighed and sat down on one of the steps that led to the raised platform the throne was on, burying your head in your arms and starting to sob. 

König noticed in an instant and came over, embracing you and holding your head to his chest gently. 

“Oh, maus, why are you crying? It is okay, the conflict is over. We are safe,” he said softly, gently stroking your hair. 

“The charm did work, König. On us,” you wailed, sobbing and clutching tightly to him as you cried. König pulled away gently and taking the charm in both of his hands, broke it into pieces. You gasped as he tossed them away, pulled up his hood, and kissed you. 

“I need no magic to love you, maus.”

“König?”

“What is it, maus?”

“I love you too, König.”

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Several Weeks Later

You practically fell into your bedroom after König, laughing as he pulled you into his arms and kissed your forehead. A beautiful new golden crown was perched on your head, and he gently removed it and set it on the dresser before he lifted you and tossed you onto the bed. 

“My Königin, you look so beautiful in that dress, but I think that I would like to take it off of you,” he said, smiling as he crawled on top of you and pulled his hood off. You giggled and wrapped your arms around him as he kissed your neck. 

“Oh, are you planning to conquer the new queen already? How shall I defend myself?” you gasped, pretending to swoon which sent you both into fits of laughter. 

“I was planning on more of a ravishing. You seemed to appreciate the things I did to you in the river the other night,” he teased, tugging at your bodice and trying to free your breasts. 

“You’re a beast,” you giggled, pushing him away and sitting up to untie your dress in the back, fumbling with the strings. 

“You like me like that,” König murmured, nibbling on your ear as he helped you undo the ties, peeling the dress off of you once it was loosened. 

“God, yes,” you gasped as his mouth found your nipple and his hands worked at his shirt. You fumbled with his belt, pulling his cock free and pumping it, making him groan and try to get out of his clothes even faster. 

Once you were both undressed, König pushed you back further onto the bed and climbed up after you, his lips meeting yours as you crawled into his lap and pushed him down. You straddled him, continuing to pump his cock as he moaned into the kiss.

He took hold of your hips and turned you around without any effort, dragging you backward and only stopping once he had you sitting on his face. You moaned as he pushed his tongue inside of you, his bottom lip catching on your clit and making you shiver with pleasure. 

You leaned down and took his cock into your mouth, moaning around it before sinking your head and sucking. He moaned and the vibrations sent shockwaves through your body, sending heat to your cheeks as you licked the tip of his cock teasingly. 

König grunted as he lapped at your clit, slowly pushing two fingers into you and pumping them in and out at the rapid pace he knew you loved. You felt your stomach tightening already and you moaned around his cock, using your fist to pump the length that you couldn’t fit into your mouth. 

“Oh, my love,” he gasped, his hips bucking up to meet the warmth of your mouth and you pushed down further, trying to take as much of him in as you could. He added a third finger and you practically screamed as pleasure coursed through your body and you came, spasming, your eyes rolling back into your head. 

König eagerly lapped up your cum, his nose, lips, and chin glistening as you looked back at him with wide eyes. 

“Please, love, I need your cock,” you whimpered. König somehow seemed to grow even harder at your words and he picked you up, manhandling you underneath him and entering you with one swift thrust. 

You moaned in tandem, both of your heads falling back as he set a rapid pace. You dug your nails into his back in the way he loved so much and he hissed, his hips slapping harder against yours. The bed shook and the headboard slammed against the wall and you smacked his ass, laughing as he growled and went red and leaned down to bite your breast, leaving a trail of marks up to your neck in retaliation. 

“Fuck, maus, you’re so tight,” he groaned, reaching down and teasing at your clit with his index finger. You moaned, your back arching involuntarily as you bucked your hips against him. 

“I love you!” you cried, your eyes fluttering shut as you came again without warning, clenching tightly around him and making him groan. 

König kept fucking you as you came, his thrusts growing sloppy and erratic as he listened to the sweet little noises he was pulling from you and felt you tighten around him. 

“I love - love you too!” he exclaimed, slamming his hips into yours and shuddering as he filled you, a mixture of your arousal and his cum dripping down your thighs and soaking the sheets. 

You pulled him down and kissed him as he pulled out of you and then laid there, catching your breath together. Eventually, König got up and fetched a damp cloth from the bathroom, cooing over you as he cleaned you both, pressing kisses all over your face and stroking your hair. As he was about to settle back down beside you, something struck him. 

“Ah, maus, I nearly forgot. I have a gift for your coronation,” he said, tugging his boxers back on and heading for his wardrobe. You were in the process of putting your panties back on and looked up, surprised. 

“Oh, Köni, you didn’t have to get me anything. The joining of our kingdoms today was enough,” you said with a smile, sitting back down on the bed as he brought a long box over to you. As the lid fell open, your jaw dropped. 

“If you will let me, I will bring you gifts for as long as I live,” he said proudly.

In the box sat your once broken bow, masterfully repaired and adorned with beautiful vine carvings. 

“Oh, my love, this is…exquisite,” you gasped, reaching out and gingerly picking up the bow, feeling the familiar weight in your hands. 

“You were missing it at your side. I never want you to miss anything again,” he said, sitting beside you and wrapping his arms around you, leaning his head on your shoulder. You set the bow back down carefully and kissed him gently, the crackling of the fire and the gentle rain outside serving as the soundtrack for your love. 

As you fell back into bed with König and fell asleep in his arms, you knew you’d be happy for the rest of your life.

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The King With No Name Masterlist

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Summary: König - the king of Caldera - has been called upon by your father to choose a bride from his daughters in order to establish an alliance to keep peace over the lands they rule. When he arrives, he is enraptured by you, your father’s eldest child - an unconventional woman by all standards. He pursues your hand in marriage, doing his best to make you fall in love with him like he has fallen in love with you - much to your dismay

Author's Notes: Contains, fluff, smut, and angst. 18+ fic - MDNI, please. This is a slow burn fic

Warnings: Arranged marriage, smut, pining, discussion of war, violence, etc

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Main Masterlist

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König

Multi-chapter series:

The King With No Name

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Drabbles/One Shots:

wargod!König x victorygoddess!reader

König x Reader with a hairless cat

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Ghost

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Dr. Feelgood

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Price

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Promises

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The King With No Name

8. Do You Trust Me?

Part 1

Summary: König - the king of Caldera - has been called upon by your father to choose a bride from his daughters in order to establish an alliance to keep peace over the lands they rule. When he arrives, he is enraptured by you, your father’s eldest child - an unconventional woman by all standards. He pursues your hand in marriage, doing his best to make you fall in love with him like he has fallen in love with you - much to your dismay Author's Notes: fucking finally. Also this is long sorry. Also, would people be interested in reading a kidnapper!konig fic? Warnings: Arranged marriage, SMUT, betrayal, pining, ultimate wingmanship

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You wasted away slowly as you sat in König’s castle.

Each day dragged on but the weeks seemed to fly by. You were allowed to do nothing alone - soldiers stood outside your door and on the balcony as you slept, forever vigilant. They remained outside of the bathroom as you bathed, the maids entrusted with your care keeping a watchful eye on you as you washed.

You ate with others watching too, though they did not eat with you. You were no longer allowed into the barracks or onto the training grounds, no longer allowed to leave the castle at all, and the silence warped your dreams into nightmares. 

Some of the men who guarded you looked upon you with pity, others neutrality, some kindness. The ones you loathed the most were the ones who stared at you with fear behind their eyes - it was not fear of you, but rather, what your husband would do to them if you were to escape. 

You watched out the windows during the day as the world bustled around you, as others lived their lives in normalcy. You coveted any news that reached your ears about the conflict - König was winning, of course, beating back his enemies and pushing them out of his lands. But there was no word of your family - of Sadie, of Lydia, of mother or father or even Henry. 

Ferdinand was a common figure in your nightmares. 

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König hadn’t shown his face back at his castle, but he had returned to the city several times. It was Wilhelm who visited you one evening as you sat by the fire, cleaning the bow you hadn’t used in what felt like forever. 

“My lady,” he called softly as he approached your seat. You didn’t react, not bothering to look up at him. 

“My lady, I’d like to speak with you about König,” he attempted cautiously, sitting down across from you with a sigh. You looked up sharply. 

“I have no words for my jailer. That is all. Go,” you demanded, looking back down at your bow. Wilhelm sighed quietly. 

“What would you do to help your people?” he asked after a moment, fixing his gaze heavily on you. 

“More than just sitting here, rotting away in a castle that doesn’t belong to me,” you spat, glaring at Wilhelm. 

“I’d like to give you that opportunity if you’d only hear me out,” he said. You sat stock still, not having to think it over for long. 

“Then speak.”

“Come away from this castle with me to see König. Lay with him again,” Wilhelm said, his cheeks turning pink. Your mouth fell open. 

“You’ve come all this way, lied to me about being able to help my people, and dangled freedom over my head so you could demand that I have sex with König? You’re a bastard and König is worse. I have never lain with him and I never will. Leave me alone!” you snarled, rising from your seat and stalking towards the door. 

“Wait! Please, I should have explained myself. König misses you, misses your touch. He hasn’t said it but I can see it in him. He’s more violent, more angry, more impatient. He’s starting to become reckless. I need your help to focus him!” Wilhelm yelled. You picked a book off of a shelf and hurled it at him. He ducked it just in time. 

“Fuck off!” you shrieked, snatching your bow from where it lay and storming out of the room and toward your bedroom, your guards following close behind. 

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That night was hot, and after returning from your bath, you noticed that your maids had not built a fire in your fireplace. Once the bustle around you had settled and you had been confined to your bed, the guards had left to stand watch around the entrances to your room, leaving you alone. 

You blew out the candles one at a time as you did each night, and after waiting some time under the covers, the castle quieted. As the moon rose outside you dressed as quickly and as quietly as you could, tightening the straps on your armor and pulling a hooded cloak on over your clothing to hide yourself. 

With your weapons by your side, you stepped into the fireplace, gazing up the chimney and catching sight of the stars above. The climb wouldn’t be far, and judging by the roughness of the stone walls, it wouldn’t be that difficult either. 

As you hauled yourself out of the chimney and found your footing on the roof minutes later, you dusted the soot from your cloak and looked around. 

There were no guards on the sloped roof so you crept forward, moving as quickly and silently as you could across the tiles and to one of the tall towers near the outward edge of the castle. 

As you climbed down the ivy and landed on the ground, the tower door swung open and you nearly ran right into Sheriff Klein. He gasped but you clapped a hand over his mouth, your other hand finding your knife in it’s sheath. 

“Shh. It’s me,” you hissed, glancing around. Klein nodded, his eyes wide. 

“Stay quiet,” you murmured, pulling your hand from his mouth slowly. 

“How did you escape?” he hissed, glancing around and checking to see if you were followed by any guards. 

“That’s not important. I need you to get me outside of the walls. You owe me, Klein,” you whispered, pointing at the hitched prison wagon that waited just beyond the shadow of the castle. He sighed. 

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“To save my family.”

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Sheriff Klein stopped the wagon in the trees not far outside of the city and unlocked the back, tugging the iron door open and offering his hand to help you out. You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly. 

“Thank you, sir. I believe we’re even,” you said, pulling back and offering him a smile. He returned it. 

“Come back to us when this is all over. I could use a woman resourceful as you helping me keep the city safe,” he said, unhitching one of the horses from the wagon and offering you his reins. 

And then you were off, riding bareback with only your bow and the knife on your belt, heading for home. 

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Several days of riding took you through the carnage of war and past burnt-out villages and farms, their survivors hardly sparing you a glance as you headed deeper for the grassy plains of your homeland. As you rode, you passed the thicket where you and König had spent your first nights together, where he had slain the wolf and saved your life. 

Soldiers passed you occasionally but none seemed to recognize you as you blurred past them on your horse. As night fell on the day you reached the outskirts of your home, you set up camp, hitching your horse to a tree and building a small fire. You’d hunted a rabbit and ate the leftover meat for dinner and laid out on a bedroll you’d taken from a dead soldier as the fire died out slowly. The woods were quiet when it happened. 

König pounced on you from out of the darkness, terrifying your horse and sending it kicking and tugging until the lead broke and it took off like a shot. 

You screamed and thrashed as he pinned you to the ground, forcing your arms above your head as he buried his nose in your neck, inhaling deeply. He slotted his hips between your legs, grinding himself against you roughly as he kissed at your collarbone. 

“Oh maus, how exhilarating it has been to chase you across my lands. I have missed you,” he groaned. 

“Get off of me you fucking psycho!” you screeched, kicking at him and thrashing in his hold. He drew back as if wounded and you scrambled away from him. 

“Maus, have you not missed me? I am sorry for what I have done but–”

“But nothing! You kept me caged like some pet bird! Is that all I was to you? A pet? A decoration? Just a pretty thing to distract you and put down when you get bored?” you shouted, drawing your knife from your belt and thrusting it at his throat. 

“Oh, liebling, you are my heart, my reason to live,” König said breathily, gazing up at you from his knees. You were struck by the memory of the first time he’d come into your bedroom and your heart thundered at the thought as you pushed the blade forward. 

“Go away. I’m going to go save my family because you clearly aren’t capable,” you hissed, tears starting to flow freely down your cheeks. 

“Not capable?” König barked out a laugh, looking taken aback. “I have killed hundreds for you, maus. I near your castle each day. My men rip through the enemy with ease. All of this I do for you, for your honor,” he breathed.

“My honor is my own to forge, and you locked me in that dreadful castle!” you shouted, punctuating your words with wild stabs from your blade. He caught it in an armored hand and took it from you with ease, throwing it aside.

“Maus, I must do what I must to keep you safe,” he said, rising to his feet and taking your hands. You looked deep into his eyes. 

“Do you trust me?” you asked. 

“Of course, maus.”

“Do you want me to love you?” you breathed. He stiffened, his grip tightening. 

“Yes.”

“Then trust me, König.”

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You rode into the war camp on the back of König’s stallion just as proud as the horse was. König trailed behind you on foot, watching with stars in his eyes as you shouted a greeting to his men, a great cheer splitting the night air as they caught sight of you in your battered, road-weary, armored glory.

As you dismounted in front of the largest tent, Wilhelm came to greet you, a smug look on his face. You froze. 

“You madman. You planned this, didn’t you? Riled me up at the castle so I’d break from my chains and ride out on my own?” you asked. He raised his hands and laughed, shaking his head. 

“I’d like to apologize, my lady, truly. I was doing only what needed to be done. But in all seriousness…have you never lain with König?” You laughed and smacked him in the chest before you hugged him, shaking your head. 

“The poor Sheriff must think so oddly of me now,” you chuckled. Wilhelm quirked an eyebrow. 

“He wasn’t in on it, my lady. I figured I’d leave the details up to you.”

You passed into the tent to collapse into a proper bed a moment later, the tent flap falling shut behind you. König approached Wilhelm, watching as you disappeared. 

“Does she hate me?” he asked, his gaze unfocused as his mind raced. 

“Hard to say. I wouldn’t push your luck though.”

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König came into the tent a little while after you’d settled into bed and sat down on the end of it, working at the straps of his armor. It was quiet. 

“I…I am sorry. What I did was not right,” he said after a moment, setting his armor aside and turning to make eye contact with you. 

“Thank you for apologizing,” you said softly, rubbing your eyes and yawning. 

“I would like to sleep with you, maus. To embrace you. I will not touch you inappropriately. I…I have missed you,” he admitted. You thought it over, biting your lip and sighing. 

“I missed you too, König, but I don’t know. You scared me in the woods…” you admitted, curling up into a ball and shivering. He dipped his head respectfully. 

“I trust you, maus. I will sleep outside,” he said, rising and heading for the tent flap. Your heart sank slightly and you surprised yourself by calling out.

“Wait. I changed my mind. Sleep here,” you called out as his hand met the canvas. He paused and turned to you, his eyes wide. 

“Anything you wish, maus. I…give me one moment.” He stepped further away from the bed, taking his shirt off and letting it rest over the back of a chair before pausing. 

With a deep breath, he took his hood off and let it fall. He ran a hand through his hair and looked up at you, his eyes brimming with worry and uncertainty. You sat up slowly, silent as you took him in. He was beautiful. 

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The next morning you woke up nestled against König’s chest, his strong arms wrapped protectively around you. You watched him sleep for a time, tracing his facial features with your eyes and his scars with your fingertips. 

When he stirred and his eyes cracked open, you encouraged him with a gentle kiss on the cheek. Then he was awake and kissing him back, your eyes fluttering shut as he pulled you closer to him. He grasped at your hips and pulled you up so that you could straddle his lap. You could feel his erection throbbing against your core and you groaned softly into the kiss. He slid his hands up your shirt slowly, breaking away from your lips and looking at you with wide eyes. 

“Maus, I do not want to make love to you for the first time in this place where my men might hear you,” he cooed, squeezing your breasts gently before his hands dropped back to your hips. 

“I wasn’t planning on it. I’m still mad at you,” you murmured teasingly, running your fingers through his hair as you pulled him in for another kiss. 

“You are making it difficult to resist you,” he admitted with a laugh, laying you down gently on your back and climbing on top of you. Your lips met again and you slid your hands up his bare chest, teasing at the hem of his trousers before pulling away. 

“Consider how difficult it will be to resist me once you’ve proven your love to me and this fighting is over,” you purred, pushing gently against his chest. He backed away from you with a soft groan, watching as you got up and undressed. His breathing got heavier as he watched you dress and he got up, hugging you from behind and nipping at your neck. You laughed and shooed him away before leaving the tent and his view. 

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It was cold outside and the morning was foggy. You armed yourself and headed to the edge of the camp to meet Wilhelm, looking out over the cliff and down upon the city and the castle you’d once called home. 

The city seemed deserted - villagers had been imbued with the good sense to flee as König’s armies marched closer. Ferdinand no doubt paced in the castle, plotting his resistance. Little hope was left for him now, and you were determined that he’d be dead by the time the week was over. 

You wondered about your sisters, your parents. Were they alive? Were they being cared for? Had your father resisted at all when Ferdinand had seized power?

“You want to sneak in. I can see it in your eyes,” Wilhelm said as you approached, his arms folded across his armored chest. 

“I grew up in that castle. I snuck out nearly every night. I know more nooks and crannies and passageways that could lead me inside than even the rats,” you admitted, sitting on a large rock and watching the guards on the walls. 

Had any resisted? Were any still loyal to you? You knew these men, their families. Would they kill you on sight or be loyal to your cause?

König approached, his armor clanking as he came to stand beside you and rested a gloved hand on your shoulder, gently guiding you closer to him. 

“Would anyone be able to detect you if you went in?” Wilhelm asked. König stiffened but said nothing, he merely rubbed your shoulder gently. 

“Not unless I wanted them to detect me. I suspect that once the men can see me I might be able to sway some of them to my side. I think that I can take down Ferdinand from within,” you said. 

“I think it’s worth the attempt. It’ll be faster than a full-out siege and do less damage to your castle so there’s less damage to be rebuilt when you take it back. The only danger would be if they were to take you captive,” Wilhelm said cautiously, watching his hooded king for a response. 

“They would not kill me, at least, I do not think that they would. If they have my family in there, I have to try to get them back,” you said. 

“Maus, will you ride with me?” König cut in, taking your hand and helping you rise. You nodded and shot an apologetic look to Wilhelm as you followed him out of camp and to the area where the horses were kept. He lifted you onto his horse and climbed on behind you and you rode off into the woods. 

“If this is what you wish to do, I will not stop you,” he began. You rode together for a little while in silence until you found a little clearing filled with flowers far off the beaten path. He laid out his cape for you and sat down, opening his arms to you.

“I wish that you would not, but you are a capable little maus. You can scurry quietly,” he said with a small smile. “But you must have a plan for when you go in, and you must allow me to charge in with force should anything go wrong.”

“It would be good to have a failsafe,” you admitted, stepping closer to him as he wrapped his arms around you and sat you on one of his massive thighs. 

“Then you should go tonight after the sun sets. I will bring men along the sides of the castle and should there be a commotion inside, we will storm it. Where will you go in?” he asked. 

“There are some catacombs far beneath the castle that open near the river. I can creep in there and nobody will disturb me. I will be let out into the dungeon, where hopefully I can find my family,” you said. 

“I trust you, maus. I love you. You must promise to me that you will come back to me safely,” he murmured. You rested your head against his chest plate and nodded. 

“König?” you asked softly after a moment, gazing up at him. He looked down at you curiously, and you slid your hand under his hood, cupping his cheek gently. 

“Make love to me.”

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He was gentle as he helped you out of your armor and laid you on your back, leaning over to kiss you as he fumbled with the straps of his own and let it fall into the grass beside you. He only broke the kiss to tug his shirt and hood off in one motion. You wrapped your legs around his hips as he crawled on top of you, locking your lips together and gently tracing his fingers against the skin under your shirt. 

You pulled it off as he reached your breast and leaned down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth as they hardened, caressing and kissing your breasts as he drowned himself in you. 

You pushed your hips up to grind your core against his erection with a groan, feeling him grow even harder as he leaned up and kissed your neck, his gentle, teasing touches making you writhe. 

He paused to tug his pants down, allowing you to sit up and do the same. You crawled on top of him as he tossed both pairs to the side, straddling him and moaning as he gripped your hips and ground you against his erection, grunting into your ear softly. 

You moaned as he bit your neck and sucked at the mark he’d made feverishly, lapping at the bruise with his tongue as it formed. Your core throbbed and pulsed and he laid you back down gently, carefully pulling your panties down your legs and tossing them away. 

He pushed your knees apart gently, hunger in his eyes as he gazed upon your core. In an instant he surged forward, kissing up your leg and inner thighs before licking a long stripe up your entrance, making you toss your head back as your back arched, crying out in pleasure. 

König grasped you by the hips and pulled you forward, shoving his tongue deep into you and rubbing his nose against your clit. You throbbed against him, your arousal coating his face as he devoured you like a starving man, palming himself through his boxers as he listened to your moans and gasps of pleasure. 

“Oh, König!” you cried, your back arching and your toes curling as he kept going, his eyes flickering open to hold your gaze. Your entire body was hot as if his touch was a flame and you shivered as you saw the desire and love in his eyes, feeling your stomach tighten. 

König pulled his tongue from you with a groan and gently inserted one of his long, thick fingers. It felt better than anything you’d ever felt before - the sensation was alien and overwhelming, and as he pumped the finger in and out slowly, he brushed against a spot that made you mewl loudly, whimpering as you angled your hips so he might brush against it again. 

“Do I make you feel good, maus? Tell me how you feel,” he purred, inserting a second finger and pumping them faster, angling them so they just barely brushed against that spot with each thrust. 

“So good! Oh my god!” you cried, gasping for breath as you felt your orgasm building. König leaned down and sucked on your clit slowly, pushing his fingers directly into the spot you wanted him to hit so much. 

“Fuck!” you came loudly, crying out, moaning and whimpering and panting as your body spasmed. König gently pulled away from you as you came down, crawling over you, kissing you and wrapping you tightly in his arms. He’d freed himself from his boxers and you glanced down, your eyes widening. 

“Are you…are you going to fit inside of me?” you asked in a small voice, heat rushing to your cheeks as you looked up at him. He cooed, kissing your collarbone and running his fingers through your hair. 

“We can wait, maus,” he murmured in your ear. The tip of his cock brushed between your folds and bumped against your clit and you gasped, pleasure rushing through your body again. 

“No, no, no more waiting,” you gasped, pushing your hips up to meet his. He groaned as he ground his cock against your wetness, eventually guiding the tip into place and pushing in just a little bit. 

You cried out as he slid into you slowly, stretching your walls and making your eyes water from pleasure as you adapted to his size, panting softly as you watched him enter you. 

“I love you so much, maus,” he moaned, wrapping his arms tightly around you as he bottomed out, staying in place as he wrapped his arms around you, cradling you gently as he kissed you. 

You deepened the kiss, wrapping your legs around him gently and holding onto his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as you adjusted to his size. His first thrust was slow and experimental - he watched your face for any expression other than pleasure as he pulled out slowly and pushed back in. 

“Give me more,” you gasped, your eyes rolling back into your head as he took you, bucking your hips up into his thrusts encouragingly. 

He buried his face in your neck and moaned, setting an even pace as he thrusted in and out of you, gently cupping one of your breasts in his hand as the other held your hip steady. 

“I’m not going to - not going to break!” you cried out, the pleasure overwhelming as you reached down to rub your clit while he fucked you. He looked up at you, his eyes hazy with pleasure and love as he picked up the pace, slamming his hips into yours more roughly and with greater speed. 

Morning light burst through the clearing and turned you golden as you made love, the slapping of skin on skin and moans mingling with birdsong echoing through the beautiful clearing. 

“I want to make you feel so good, maus,” he growled into your ear as he picked up the pace yet again, kissing you roughly before leaning down and biting your neck to mark you. 

“Fuck, you are!” you cried, feeling another orgasm building in your stomach. 

“Cum for me, my pretty wife. Tell this forest who loves you, who is making you feel so good,” he growled, biting your breast as his thrusts lost their rhythm and he moved wildly against you. 

“König!” you cried as you came, your back arching as your body spasmed, clenching tightly around him. He moaned your name as he came at the same time as you, his last, sloppy thrusts burying his cock deep inside of you as he filled you. 

You caught your breath together, embracing and kissing before König slowly pulled out, rolling off of you and pulling you into his side to snuggle. He pulled his cape around your body to shield you as he held you, stroking your hair gently as you rested against his chest. 

“I love you, maus,” he whispered as he watched you doze off. You could only mumble something in assent as you drifted to sleep.

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Yandere! König ramble (it became longer than i expected)

C/W: Ynaderw themes, Both reader and könig have different types of social anxiety, König's has violent thoughts (not towards reader), Reader is a crybaby and probably isn't/shouldn't be a soldier, NOT proofread I wrote this on my phone

I think König's social anxiety doesn't make him shy or bashful. Instead, it makes him stiff, constantly alert of his surroundings. It makes his fingers twitch with unease as it feels a million beady eyes are staring at him, observing hik, waiting for the perfect moment to strike him down.

On the outside, he appears to just be a reserved and quiet individual. Leaning with his back towards the wall. All of the noises jumbled up and jam into his ears, each sudden noise shaking him to his very core.

Without anything to distract him, it's easy for him to get into his own thoughts, that everyone is the enemy. König knows better than the act on the intrusive ideas, merely pushing them aside.

Trying to just focus on what his mandated therapist told him to do, how to better himself, but it always failed.

"Think of your happy place."

What a bunch of bullshit. There was no such thing as a "happy place" for people-- monsters he would correct himself- like himself.

His droopy eyes continued to survey the room, waiting for this ordeal to be over (He'd honestly rather be revising over documents than be doing whatever the fuck this is).

That is, until his attentive focus snapped over to a group entering the room. Now he had three more bodies to cast a wary watch at.

But, a small woman stepped from behind one of the men that had entered the room. Kõnig couldn't rip his gaze away from her.

She seemed nervous, a new recruit maybe? How had a timy thing like herself get into a place filled with such vile beings? Better question- WHO thought it was a good idea to let her stumble her way into a place like this?

The room fell silent on his ears, thoughts of slaughtering everyone in this room like animals back in bis family's farm quieted for once. He couldn't say he felt at peace as his heart felt like it sunk to the pit of his stomach and was trying to claw its way out just to get to her, like the beast be was.

She stuck out like a sore thumb, at least to she did.

She held her hands to her chest, nervously twisting, picking, and pulling at each digit. She kept a friendly smile, polite but awkward. Whenever she tried to speak, her voice would be drowned out by the voices of much more confident and boisterous than her own.

When someone did engaged with her, her cute smile would widen with glee until her short-term conversation partner got caught up with someone else, then her lips would falter into a grimace.

Nobody barely paid the woman any mind, oblivious as her eyes glossed over and lips quivered (further making him wonder HOW she got here. She seemed like such a crybaby and he couldn't help but find it adorable.)

But he did. He noticed her.

She was like an angel sent from the heavens above to purge demons like himself from the world. Oh, how he wanted to take her into his arms and keep her safe from the filthy world.

All this with just one mere glimpse at her.

His skin burned uncomfortably as he watched her finally have enough of being ignored, of forcing herself in such an overestimating place for what felt like a failed attempt at getting to know people.

He soon left after her, the noise suddenly becoming more unbearable when he snapped back into reality. He needed her. He needed to get to know her. But the idea of scaring her off bit at his mind.

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Goodbye Sunflower

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MasterList

Part 2

Keegan x Fem! Reader

TW-Death, Betrayal, Espionage, Angsty.

Song-On The Nature Of Daylight

Credit for dividers - @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Credits to creator of the gif name is below.

“No no no no stay with me!”

“Goddamn Kid Stay With Me!”

“Sunflower!!!”

“Wake Up!!”

“I’m so sorry!”

“Sunflower Goddamn It Wake Up!”

“We have plans! I still want them!!!”

“Don’t leave me!!!”

“Keegan Wake Up Brother Wake Up!!!”

The sounds of Keegan panting and hyperventilating as his brothers in arms try to wake him.

Hesh and Logan in their boxers standing beside his bed shaking him awake from his nightmare. This has been happening on and off since she left over two and a half months ago.

Watching Keegan fall apart tore the team apart. She was his everything. But she was gone.

His stifled sobs. He covered his eyes wiping away his tears not wanting to open them. Because in this reality she didn’t exist anymore. She was lost to wind. Deprived of her warm embrace.

The memories came rushing back to him. 🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻

(Y/H/C) -your hair color

The way (y/n) laid in his bed naked under the soft white sheets giggling. Her beautiful (y/h/c) locks spread out on the pillows. The way she smiled to him. The small yelps that escaped her lips when Keegan tickled her.

When she would pull the sheets off the bed to wrap herself up in them leaving Keegan naked on the bed sleeping. Pinching his bare ass she run off to the bathroom to hide when he jump up annoyed with her shenanigans. Whenever Keegan took too long in the shower she find a way to shut off the hot water. Standing outside in the bedroom she laugh her ass off with Hesh and Logan. Just seeing Keegan run out of the shower with a towel on was a sight to see. She loved to pick on him when he lease expected it.

Especially in the mess hall when she would steal his food off his tray and hide it from him. She knew all of his weaknesses and where he was ticklish. The strong stoic face never fazed her. In her mind Keegan Russ was a beautiful soul and a wonderful person even if he didn’t he think he was capable of love or not worthy.

When the seasons changed he always found himself in front of the flower shops looking for sunflowers. They were her favorites.

He always loved buying her the real thing. When they weren’t in season he always go out of his way to find a suitable substitute for her.

The way her smile would light up a room. The way her laugh warmed his cold heart. The sweet kisses she planted on his scars and his aching body. Her kisses were a drug in the beginning but as time went on they became his medicine for his aching body.

Her soft feathery warm touches healed his aching bones. The feeling of her breast in his large calloused hands was all he needed to make him melt. Gripping her ass as he carried her to their bedroom, feeling her legs wrap around him was all he needed in this life. Her warm embrace on him. The soft sweet moans and gasp that escaped her beautiful lips made all his worries disappear.

Keegan always wanted her near him or to be inside her. She was all he needed. Wrapping his arms around her waist when he would return from his deployment. The way she hug him as they laid side by side in bed.

The promises they made to each. That lingered in his mind.

“Sunflower when our contracts are done. I’m gonna take you away from here and marry you. I want to have a life with you. To call you Mrs Keegan Russ.”

“How does that sound Sunflower?”

“To be called Mrs. Keegan Russ hmmm. I love it! I want a small cottage near the mountains and a small garden. With maybe some ducks.”

“Really kid, you want ducks.”

“Yes! Oh stop being mean to me!”

“Sunflower you can have anything you want. But baby look at me. I love you no matter what, I’ll always be here for you when you need me. I will never leave you alone or put you in danger. Ever. Trust me sunflower.”

“Mr. So Serious you’re such a goofball. But I love you and I know you would never put me in harms way. And I know you always be there for me.”

“I trust you with all my heart”

Those words haunted his memories and dreams

His sunflower.

Lost

Two Months Ago

“Keegan he have proof that she’s the mole here. I’m sorry but she’s in our custody. We waited to tell you. She’s been detained and she’s currently being interrogated and her belongs and all her assets have been confiscated. While you were away we had to keep you under surveillance and we did investigate your background and your belongings but we came up empty on your end. But (y/n) she has a lot of incriminating evidence against her. She currently is denying her involvement with the recent attacks and bombings.”

“Can I see her? Can I talk to her please!”

“Negative. You are to be under surveillance and to not leave base until our investigation is finished.”

Keegan slammed his fist into the table. Glaring at his superiors walking away fuming with anger. This didn’t all add up. His sunflower wasn’t a spy. He spent every waking moment with her. She was always with him.

“Russ! Don’t do anything stupid or anything that you’re gonna regret!”

“With all due respect Captain.”

“Fuck You! My Sunflower is innocent! I will prove her innocence myself!”

“I promised I will protect her!”

He opened the door and slammed it behind him. Fuming with anger he passed by all the soldiers and his friends and teammates. They all heard the news. Just seeing Keegan fuming with anger they all steered clear of him.

Walking back to his room. Opening his door their room was tore apart. Clothes and pictures and her small trinkets and ceramic decorations were scattered and broken on the ground. Keegan kneeled down picking up the photo of them. The way she smiled in the photo. His arm wrapped around her waist. They had made love a few hours after that photo was taken. Keegan picked up all their clothes and pictures off the ground. Picking up all the broken pieces of her ceramic birds he placed them in a box to glue together later.

Keegan had a feeling nothing about the evidence they had added all up. They had pictures of her meeting different people in public places. Large amounts of money being stored away and her visiting the hospital. The same hospital that was bombed that killed hundreds of people.

The large transactions and transfers to oversea bank accounts were all suspicious.

They all made her guilty. But his sunflower would never put him or his team in danger. She always said how the guys were her family. She didn’t have family around anymore. Her father and mother died when she was young and she was an only child.

Keegan decided to do his own investigation.

Two weeks had gone by and he was pulling up no evidence linking her to any crimes. All while Keegan was doing his investigation. His sunflower was locked away in a black listed area. She was tortured day in and day out. She cried and screamed for Keegan to come save her. But her pleas went unanswered. She sobbed every night looking up at the skylight hoping that Keegan will burst through the metal door. Taking her away from this hell she was stuck in.

“Who is your contact? Where are the others? Answer me!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! My n n name is Sergeant (y/l/n)….. i i i I’m part of the ghost team with k k k Keegan Russ he can prove mm m m my innocents.”

She stuttered with pain laced in her voice. Trembling as the masked men who were interrogating her held a blow torch to her legs. Her fingers bleed so much that it went numb. She didn’t feel anymore pain physically but her heart was shattered. Her mind broken. She pleaded to her captors. Begging for Keegan.

“Please!”

Keegan found out why she was constantly going to the hospital. She was with child. His child. His sunflower was pregnant. The mysterious transactions were kept under the wraps because she had recently bought a small cottage near the mountains in Switzerland. She was storing money away and keeping this a secret from him.

After finding this out he approached his superiors office with evidence in hand. When opening the door he saw his Captain and Lieutenant dead with a single gunshot wound to the head.

Running out and sounding the alarm off the real mole had been on the board that arrested his sunflower. His general was responsible for this espionage. The real spy was his General and he was still on base and Keegan had to find him.

Hesh, Logan, Merrick all armed to the teeth on the hunt for the General.

Going on a chase off base they followed their General to an abandoned building. Chasing him they chased him to a abandoned building with a bunker attached to it, they chased him down inside. Keegan and Merrick on their way. Keegan constantly fidgeted his trigger finger. Thinking only about her. He had to find her and the only person who knew was his General.

Upon entering they found their General trying to make a call. But to their surprise they found why he was there. To finish off loose ends.

Logan gasped he choked on his words. Stuttering and pointing to the person tied to the chair.

Hesh and Logan found his sunflower she sat in a abandoned building. Logan detained the general keeping him alive. After having to beat the living shit out of him.

Hesh sighed and with a heavy heart he held back his tears.

“Keegan do you copy?”

“It’s Sunflower”

“I’m on my way”

Hesh looked away rushing to her side he clipped the zip ties off her wrist and ankles. Holding her gently laying her down he held back a stifled sob.

“(Y/N) its Hesh, Keegan is on his way hold on we’re get you help. Hold on.”

Swallowing thickly she opened her swollen eyes with a smile. She couldn’t speak properly her lips busted and swollen she licked her lips. Her breathing started to become more shallow and her lungs wheezed for air. She didn’t feel any pain anymore. Just cold.

Keegan rushed in dropping his gun he rushed to her. Cradling her beaten and broken body in his arms. Her blood seeped through his tactical vest and onto his clothes. Brushing the stray hairs from her swollen face. He pulled his mask off trying to wipe the blood from her face.

“No no no no stay with me!”

“Goddamn Kid Stay With Me!”

“Sunflower!”

“Wake Up”

“I’m so sorry!”

“Sunflower! Goddamn It! Wake Up!”

“We have plans I still want them!!!”

“Don’t leave me!!!”

“Keegan baby is that you?”

“Yes it’s me. I’m so sorry I wasn’t here to protect you. I promised you I would and I failed”

“Don’t be sorry my love. You’re here now”

She swallowed thickly her voice scratchy and low she spoke again. Tears fell from the corners of her swollen eyes.

“I wanted to surprise you but I couldn’t keep our sea monkey. I lost them. I didn’t want to tell you I’m so sorry”

“I bought us a house”

“I wanted to surprise you”

“Baby look at me I’m not mad and we can try again we can try again. We can have as many sea monkeys as you want. I know you always talked about having a family. And I want that too. Stay with me please. I don’t know what to do without you please stay with me.”

“I can’t do this without you”

“I’ll always be here. Looks to the east. I’ll always kiss your face good-morning and look the west I’ll always kiss you goodnight”

“You always have a piece of me in you Mr. So Serious.”

Gasping and crying she tried to laugh. But her laughs were caught in her throat causing her to cough.

“Hesh were is the medics! Goddamn it!”

“Their 5 mins out!”

“She’s dying!”

Keegan held onto her picking her up off the dirty ground he rushed her outside to run towards the medic. Holding her tightly against him. His lungs burned but he ran and ran meeting them half way they took her from him.

“Is she gonna make it!”

“Goddamn it someone answer me!”

Hesh, Logan and Merrick all drove over to where Keegan stood. Hesh ran out to Keegan holding him back as he fought to be beside her. She closed her eyes and she had stopped breathing. They pulled out their defibrillators ripping her shirt open she laid there lifeless. Keegan fought as Hesh held him back.

“Hesh get off me!”

“Goddamn It Hesh!!!”

“Keegan stop it! Let them save her!!”

“Baby!!!”

“Sunflower!!!”

“Wake up don’t leave me!!! Don’t leave me!!”

“I can’t do this without you!”

Keegan kicked and punched Hesh trying to break free from his hold. Logan rushed over wrestling Keegan to the ground while he cried helplessly. Watching his sunflower wilt away. He never felt more helpless in his life. As the sunset his life came crumbling down on him.

He screamed to the sky holding his face.

The sounds of her flatlining echoed all around him.

“No!”

“Sunflower!!!!”

“Sunflower!!!”

“Baby wake up!!”

“Don’t leave me!!!”

Keegan’s face was covered in tears and his nose runny from all the tears. His face covered in dirt. He tried to crawl to her to hold her hand to feel her warmth again.

Keegan sat up in his bed rubbing his tired eyes. Hesh sat beside him patting his back Logan paced back and forth sobbing. Merrick sat in the medical wing on guard duty. He watched over Sunflower. She laid in the ICU hooked up to all the life support machines. The ventilator helping her breath. She went to sleep and never woke up. She’s been in a coma two months and counting. Keegan stayed with her day in and day out watching her. Merrick convinced him to get some sleep and that he would watch over his sunflower.

Keegan wanted her room to have a large window the faced the east and a room across that had a window that could allow the sunset illuminate her room.

Merrick had no more tears to shed. She had broken all of their hearts. Keegan heart was shattered and he was torn apart inside and out.

The Next Morning

“Keegan Russ”

He sat beside her bed holding her hands. Rubbing her knuckles softly. Watching and listening to sounds of the ventilator breathing for her.

“Doctor”

With a clipboard in hand the doctor clicked his pen. And sighed heavily.

“Mr. Russ she has you listed to make her medical decisions and keeping her on life support isn’t helping. The amount of extensive injuries she sustained she isn’t gonna pull through. She did however listed that if she were to ever go into a vegetative state that she didn’t want to be held onto life support. She wants to be taken off.”

“I’m sorry Mr. Russ it’s in her medical will.”

Eyes red and swollen he couldn’t shed anymore tears. Looking at her beautiful face. The stitches and bandages that covered her face the lips that held the most beautiful smile her laugh that made his worries all disappear and her warm touch that healed his aching, broken body. All of this will be gone with a pull of a switch.

“If that’s what she wants then…….I will always love you my Sunflower”

The doctor walked over and sighed and flipped all the switches off and he left Keegan alone. The beeping sounds of her heart monitor kept beeping. Keegan closed his eyes.

Waiting for her the monitor to flatline once again.

“Doctor!”

The sound of the nurse running out of the room. Keegan looked up to see that his Sunflower was breathing on her own and her heart beating strong on its own. But her fingers twitched in his grasp.

“Sunflower baby stay with me. I’m right here. You’re strong pull through for me baby. I’m right here I never left your side.”

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“You’re my wildflower”

“Come back to me”

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