Can I get the "I'm not scared but if you are you can hold my hand" with könig I need more of this ball of anxiety. Maybe watching a scary movie or everyone going through a haunted trail? Maybe he's scared of the anamatronic shows that are in the malls and doesn't wanna walk past them cause he saw 1 (one) FNAF video and thought it was real. Idk what one you use but I just need him being a big baby lmaoo
I have been trying to write this for a month so I kinda decided fuck it let's polish it best I can and post it now
The camel idea came from a farmer I know (sorry, buddy, it was too good not to steal), and the jello idea...uhh, congratulations, you know one (1) weird fact about me :/
enjoy!
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“I don’t get it, it’s just a ton of water.”
You gasp melodramatically, shaking your head. “König, you did not just call the ocean ‘a ton of water.’” You hold your fingers up to make exaggerated air quotes.
“That is what it is.”
You make a frustrated sound, flinging your arms up, only to be met by a chuckle. “You’re terrible, you know that?”
He bursts into a full-on laugh. “You should see your face when you get frustrated, it gets so cute and scrunchy.”
You squeeze your shoulders up, glowering, but he sees right through it, swinging an arm around them and pulling you into his side to kiss your hair. You bite your lips, trying to hide the growing smile, but he knows it’s there.
“Alright them,” he straightens up, clearing his throat and trying to school his face into something serious. “Let us go see what is so special about your ocean in particular.”
You smile. “Trust me, your mind will be blown. But you have to wait a bit. I need to swing by the barn first, I promised I’d check in on the calves this morning while the farm hands are busy with planting.”
You were overjoyed that König was finally getting to visit your hometown, but with his busy schedule the only time he could come see you was smack dab in the middle of planting season. Luckily you did mostly barn work, so with a healthy amount of convincing and only a little promised overtime your manager had decided to let you have your afternoons off. It was still early in the season, so there weren’t too many calves yet, and it shouldn’t take long at all before you could enjoy your first day of adventures with your partner.
“I could come help, you know. It would go much faster.”
“You would do that?”
He snorts. “Of course I would.”
You beam at him, wrapping him into a tight hug. “You’re the best,” you mumble into his chest.
“I know.”
You scoff, shoving him away with a laugh.
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As you swing the barn door open, you’re greeted by a rumbling bellow that has you leaping backwards. “Holy shit, I completely forgot.” You turn to König, blushing a bit. “So it turns out we’re babysitting a camel right now for the next farm over. He’s really loud but he’s not that bad, I promise.”
König freezes. “No. No way.”
“What?”
“I don’t do camels.”
“What do you mean you don’t-”
“They are tall and weird.”
“So you two should get along perfectly.”
“This is no time for jokes!” König throws his forearms over his head and turns around.
You snort. “Is it the neck thing? Are you afraid of alpacas, too?”
“I am…” he pauses, letting out a rushed breath. “I am not afraid of camels.”
“Of course, of course. You’re not afraid of anything, big guy. But…you know, we could get this done faster if we split up, I’ll muck out the camel while you do the calves next door.”
“Uh-uh, no way I’m leaving you alone with a camel.”
You shake your head at him, breathing an exasperated sigh. “So what, then? You think you can go near him without having a heart attack?”
He glares at you, and you throw your hands up in surrender before turning and heading back into the barn. You hear his stomping footsteps follow you, but as soon as you go up to the camel’s stall, they freeze.
You pause, turning around to take in the sight of König. Tall and broad, a soldier through and through, easily one of the scariest people you know. And here he stands, arms crossed tightly over his chest, bottom lip puffed out. Pouting like a teenager.
You can’t help but giggle at that. “Come on, then.” You hold out your hand. “I’ll guard you with my life, I promise.”
He scoffs, turning to glare at the wall. “I don’t get scared,” he grumbles. “But…if you are, I’ll hold your hand.”
“Oh, I’m terrified.”
“Fine, then.”
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Luckily it’s a day where the camel decides to be well-behaved. So an hour later the two of you recline on the beach, sweaty and smelling like the barn, laughing over ice cream. Well, you are. König finished his in two bites.
You glance up, eyes finding his. “So what gave you such strong feelings about camels anyway?”
He sighs, leaning back on his forearms. “It was a…what’s the word, those places where you go to touch all the animals and…”
“Oh! Petting zoo.”
“Yeah, that’s the one.”
“Sooo…what happened at the petting zoo?”
He chews his lip, glancing down. “I was small…well, smaller, and I was feeding the animals. And I kept holding out the food to the camel, and then…” he chuckles, swiping a hand over his mouth, “every time it would try to eat I would jump back and laugh at it, and it made the silliest sounds.” He trails off, face going deadly serious. “And then it…spat…all over me, and my entire family laughed.”
You nod, chewing on your tongue. “Yeah, that’s…” you swallow, staring at your ice cream, “that sucks.” Your voice cracks and you bite your tongue, trying not to smile. “How old were you?”
“12.”
“WHAT?!” You cackle, slapping your palm over your mouth and falling back into the sand, shaking. “You…when you...when you said really little I thought you meant,” you guffaw, burying your face in your hands, “I thought you meant actually…”
“It’s not funny,” he says flatly, staring out to the ocean. “I am traumatized for life.”
You snort. “That’s what you get for being an asshole.”
His head snaps back towards you, but the side of his mouth is curling up slightly.
“Hey, it’s okay.” You sit up, patting his shoulder in mock camaraderie. “I’m afraid of jello.”
“The…food?” His eyebrows scrunch as you nod and he gives you a weird look.
“I mean it!” You grin. “When I was a kid I’d always have nightmares about drowning in jello, my mom couldn’t even take me through the jello aisle at the grocery store because I’d start crying.”
He stares at his knees, rubbing a hand over his mouth.
“I know you’re smiling.”
“I’m not.” He shakes his head emphatically, only for his shoulders to immediately shake with laughter.
You chuckle, joining him.
“You know,” he leans back again, grinning. “I’m gonna make you jello someday.”
“Please don’t.”
“I will.”
“I’ll bring a camel into the house if you do.”
He giggles. “Yes, go to the grocery store and buy a camel.”
“I have my ways.”
“I’m sure you do,” he scoffs, pulling you into his side. “I’ll make sure to watch out for stray camels.”
You snuggle into his shoulder. “Yeah, you’d better,” you yawn. “Better watch your back.”
“Always do.” He kisses your forehead, smiling as your eyes start to drift closed.
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