#i gotta write some cowboy stuff as a pallet cleanser

[ghouljams]

More Fae!König, and more of our new MC, yes he gets his own Darling, no she is not happy about it.

When you took over running the shop the owner told you she’d just be gone for a vacation. That was months ago. You’re pretty sure she’s never coming back.

“Ah ah!” You yell, rolling your magazine to point threateningly at your personal Goliath, “Out. You’re banned. Get out.”

“Was!” König gasps, it’s sort of comical really, “I am not banned!”

You point over your shoulder at the bulletin board of shop rules, at the top in large bubble letters it reads “do not Touch the staff.” He studies the board for a moment before turning his attention back to you.

“That is a new rule.”

“It’s basic fucking courtesy.” You bite back.

“I did no harm,” he leans forward, you lean back, “you are well, your eyes are still in your head where they are supposed to be.”

Your eyes widen then narrow. You don’t think he’s trying to intimidate you, he’s just weird as hell. You smack his forehead(you hope it’s his forehead) with the magazine, he straightens up with a whine. “Store is now closed to anyone who’s just here for the vibes,” You call out, “and you can thank him for that.” You point to König whose eyes go wide as every other thing in the store locks its glare on him. “Out,” you hiss.

He clicks his tongue and turns on his heel to stalk out of the store. You look at the rest of your unearthly patrons and gesture for them to leave as well. The remaining humans in the store shuffle out of the way as you go back to your perch behind the counter. He had some nerve coming back here after the migraine he gave you yesterday. 

König’s mouth is watering, spilling over his teeth like a river of want. The eyes, the eyes, the eyes. The looking. You were giving him an itch just under his gums, there was so much fire in you. When were you born? He hoped it was a warm month. He wanted to sink his teeth into you, taste you through the flowers that conceal your scent from him. 

He grabs one of the smaller fae as they scamper out and away from your doorway. He tips his head towards them, nearly crushing their arm in his grip. They whimper, and tug at his iron grip. Their babbling is annoying, pitiful, he’s not paying attention them why should they beg? His eyes are glued on you through the front window. “The shop girl, was ist der name?” He asks, the fae doesn’t answer. He tightens his grip, feeling the bone splinter, the scent of blood fills the air drawing the attention of others.

“She doesn’t give it out,” They say quickly when he turns his gaze on them. König purrs, good girl. He doesn’t bother watching the fae run when he releases them, useless thing.

“So smart, Liebling,” He smiles, eyes back on you, “what are you, mein Schatz?”

#I am saving the fae asks for the moment #i gotta write some cowboy stuff as a pallet cleanser #because I have some body horror stuff in the works #and y'all are gonna want some fluff i think #Fae!Konig #konig mw2 #konig #call of duty modern warfare #cod x reader #cod x y/n #konig x reader #konig x you #i'll be honest im not sure about this one #könig is a very different beast to me #hes very silly but very deadly #gotta keep the balance