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#he would scare the shit out of me irl but in fiction he's so juicy
ghouljams · 2 months
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Murderous König
God there are so so many couples I could slot this in with it's too good, I love that man with blood on his hands. Medieval!König has won, here's the tyrant.
You are a coward, you are many things, but most importantly to this moment you are a coward. Facing down the king in all his glory makes your blood run cold. You know who he is, of course you always know who he is. König is and always will be a blood thirsty man, one that you should fear more than you could ever hold affection for. Yet he has never raised a voice or hand to you without your consent, and you had forgotten- you had forgotten that this man was baptized in blood, crowned with his father's head still clenched in one giant bloody fist.
You stand in your garden, his garden, and you are a coward. König flips the hand-axe over in his hand, pulled from your gardening tools, and slashes it through a nobleman's neck with such a crack that the head goes flying from the body. You watch the twitch of fingers, the half raise of hands, the body still catching up to the severing before it falls to its knees and collapses onto the grass. Blood coats König's cape, drips from his hands and the chainmail covering his face. He rolls his shoulders and rears back with the axe and brings it down hard into the middle of the corpse, another crack in its spine. A splinter of some metal.
He tugs his axe free with a grunt and a short wiggle of the blade, then reaches to pull a knife from the blood soaked tunic. The blade is broken in half, but that doesn't stop him from clutching the handle and throwing it hard into the back of the nobleman's fleeing secretary. The knife doesn't even have a point, you hear the thunk of it as it lodges the broken end into the secretary's spine, and the man falls.
You're a coward, you stand frozen and watch as König stalks over to finish the job. He brings the axe down four times before you jerk your head to avert your gaze. The force he uses, it's a quick death, it's blood lust that keeps him beating a corpse. You don't know how long you stand there, don't know how long the sickening thunk rings through your ears after König has stopped his assault. You don't know why you flinch away from the warm wet leather that grips your jaw. König has never raised his voice or hand to you, and he still doesn't, even when you push at his grip and try to keep your breathing steady.
"Do not be afraid Liebling," König coos, you can smell the blood as he leans close to rub his nose against your cheek, the metal rings drag sickly smearing red over your skin, "I won't hurt you,-" you swallow, squeeze your eyes shut, "-not without cause."
"And what cause did they give you?" You ask, because your curiosity will always get the better of you. König hums, turns his head to rub your cheeks together.
"They were coveting something they shouldn't have," You shudder, hear the axe drop so König can slip his hand around your waist, grip the back of your skirt and pull you close, "if you weren't here-" There's something disguised as gentleness in König's tone, something with teeth, something that warns you against listening too closely to the words he says, "-I might have let them live."
"You killed them for me," Your voice wavers, half question, half truth. You know- you know, that König's love is something alien to humanity, something that you can only understand in the moments he's inside you.
"It's important to know the man you're marrying," König tells you, with the same casual airs as giving you his favorite color, or his least favorite food. Still, the threat of marriage snaps you back to yourself, reminds you of the firm hand your king comes to you for.
"We're not getting married." You remind him.
"We're not getting married yet, Schatz," He assures you, pulling away only to let you see the dangerous spark in his eyes, "but we will."
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