#misplaced loyalty

[howifeltabouthim]

. . . she couldn't bear to give up on him now, when she had been so sure of him. Her instincts told her to flee, and yet she knew she could never leave him.

Anna Biller, from Bluebeard's Castle

#codependent #abusive relationship #gut instinct #trapped #toxic relationship #feeling helpless #relationship dynamics #quotes #lit #words #excerpts #quote #literature #anna biller #bluebeard's castle #misplaced loyalty

[heymeowmao]

尘缘 | Divine Destiny E6 ° No matter how hard the path is, I will never leave.

#尘缘 #Divine Destiny #cdrama #Wang Zhuocheng #Xuan Lu #character: yin feng/luo feng #character: gu qing #is it weird to see them in a romantic relationship? #yeaahhhh #am i supposed to feel for the actual mains? #the ml: who killed and then impersonated a fallen god? #the fl: who (in her misplaced jealousy) turned HERSELF into a demon fox? #the ACTUAL fallen gods: who have spent 99 lives making up for their wrong- hoping to make it back to godhood #on their last before they can re-ascend #only to have it cocked up by mortals #so now she doesn't recognize him and has misplaced her loyalty #and he can't PROVE his identity #argghhhhh #(but is it funny that she's a... rock?) #meowmao gifs

[kenobihater]

you ever think about how kim is a gay cop? how does he sleep at night knowing that he's part of an organization that has historically oppressed and likely still oppresses people like himself? how does he live with that? he joined the rcm despite the fact that homosexuality used to be illegal, meaning he is part of a system directly responsible for the arrest of lgbt people. does he feel more shame over being a cop and betraying himself and his peers, or over being gay (somehow, i doubt it's the former)? how does he live with the pure, unadulterated guilt? is there cognitive dissonance involved? if not, then how the fuck does he cope? what is his relationship with the broader lgbt community? how does he navigate socializing with other gay people despite his job? does he not bring it up? does he just keep everyone at arm's length? how does he manage the loneliness of it all? how can he stand it?

#len's meta #len speaks #kim kitsuragi #kim kitsuragi meta #i mean this is more endless questions without answers than meta but w/e! #disco elysium #disco elysium meta #i want to understand what makes him tick. i want to peel him like an egg. he FASCINATES me #ik it's a meme to call kim a saint or whatever but this man is a special kind of messed up lbr! gay cops are so fckn bizarre to me #theyre like gay repubs. utter traitors 2 their peers 4 either respectability politics or misplaced loyalty in a system that wants them dead #like it just does not compute for me bc itisn't a logical stance at all!

[dandelion-wings]

Shinobu & Sara, 11.

Sorry again that this took so long! The biggest struggle with this one is that I had to resist the urge to turn this into "five times Shinobu told Sara she deserved better and one time she decided to demonstrate it." XD There is just so much in Sara's life this one applied to.... But I'm trying to keep these short, so!

This leans on the "Long-Sealed Mystery" branch of Heizou's hangout, which requires a little timeline wriggling because I'm not sure Shinobu has actually known her for seven years, but listen. It's fine. Sara deserved to have someone to talk to about that one.

ETA: Now archived on AO3.

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"What did you do?"

Kujou Takayuki's voice is a low growl. Sara stands straight, keeping her eyes fixed on his chin despite the urge to raise them to meet his in challenge. He deserves more respect from her, despite this particular action. She knows the political pressures that pushed him into it.

"There isn't enough evidence to prove that Ryuuji did anything wrong," she tells him. "It would be a disgrace to the Doushin and to the Tenryou Commission to execute him without a trial to prove his wrongdoing. I changed the conviction to prevent that."

"We don't need a trial in this case, we need decisive action! Do you know how many people are watching us for signs of weakness right now?"

Sara knows. Too many of the lesser clans of the Tenryou Commission are eyeing Kamaji and Masahito, watching for any sign that they can be influenced or even overthrown when Takayuki's age forces him to step down. The only reason that she's been spared such attention is that, as a tengu and only an adopted daughter, she'll have no voice in the clan's governance when that time comes. He's trying to protect both the clan and his sons.

What she did was correct and just; she couldn't have done anything else and preserve her honor, any more than Takayuki believes he could have done other than what he did to preserve the honor of the Kujou Clan. But to him, the clan's honor matters more than her own--she's received enough orders that make that clear. She can't convince him with such an argument. Fortunately, Shikanoin's casual comments while pestering her about the investigation have given her another.

"The Yashiro Commission and the Kanjou Commission are also watching us closely. If they claim to see corruption among the Doushin, the Almighty Shogun may give them leave to investigate. Since you've put me in charge of the Doushin, I didn't want to take that risk."

"That Kamisato pup *would*," Takayuki growls, and Sara feels a tension in her chest relax, just a little, as some of his anger shifts targets. "But you should have spoken to me about it before changing anything. Don't forget your place. If you take political matters into your own hands again, I'll remove you from the Doushin's offices and find you a place where it won't matter if you forget where your duty lies."

Sara doesn't flinch. She hasn't forgotten that, whatever he thinks, but it stings that he does think so. "I understand."

"Good. Now go," he orders, and she bows and leaves, grateful to escape the anger still burning in his eyes. He won't forget this, she knows. It will fall upon her to find some way to prove her loyalty anew.

***

"What happened?" Shinobu asks, after she's handed over Sara's repainted Statue of Her Excellency, the Almighty Narukami Ogosho, God of Thunder and Sara has given Shinobu her payment in return. With the business transaction done, they can order food together and sit for a while as friends.

Sara has been secretly looking forward to this all day. It's embarrassing, though, to find her composure has failed her so badly that Shinobu immediately knows. "It's nothing."

"No it's not. You're tense around the eyes, and you didn't inspect your statue before putting it back in its case."

They always take a private room in this izakaya so that Shinobu can take her mask off without worrying about being recognized while she's eating. Because of that, Sara can see the full depth of her frown. It makes her guilty for worrying her, but there's a secret warmth, too, that Shinobu cares enough to worry.

"I cannot speak directly as to the circumstances, but I took a course of action in a case that Kujou Takayuki was displeased with." Sara's shoulders tighten at just the memory of his growl. "But to do otherwise might have meant executing an innocent man."

Shinobu's hand, on the table, clenches into a fist. "If he punished you for that, I'll thrash him."

"You can't do that!" Sara exclaims, aghast, and then catches herself. "Regardless, he didn't. He only warned me not to act on my own cognizance in affairs like this again."

"He can't put you in charge of the Doushin and then deny you the authority he gave you."

That's been grating on Sara herself, but she knows it's an unjust resentment. "He has the right, as both the head of the Kujou Clan and the leader of the Tenryou Commission. His authority supersedes mine. I should have done as I knew he wished, but... I remembered your lecture last month about standards of evidence and the burden of proof, and it seemed dishonorable not to follow those principles."

"They're not just principles, they're the *law*," Shinobu says. "He shouldn't treat you like that for following it."

"He has the right," Sara says again, a little stiffly. It's dangerous to listen to Shinobu when she says things like this. Her determination to support Sara's side of the story sometimes starts to make Sara feel like she's in the right, even when she can't be.

"Fine. But you did the right thing, legally. I'm the one with the certificate in Inazuman law, so you can trust me on that one. And it was the right thing morally too. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

The relief spreading through Sara loosens her shoulders, and she sighs a little as she's finally able to relax in her seat. Even if she knows Shinobu is biased, and Takayuki would disagree... it's nice to hear such a confirmation from someone she trusts. And a legal expert, at that. Honor and morality can be more murky in the Kujou Clan, with righteous principles forced to balance against Commission politics, but the law is based upon the principles that the Almighty Shogun herself has expressed and demonstrated over the centuries. It's a selfish but welcome reassurance.

"Thank you," she tells Shinobu, solemnly. "It's good to hear you say that."

"It's just the truth." Shinobu shrugs. "What were you thinking about having tonight? I've been craving stir-fried tofu all week, and I can't have it when the Gang's around or Itto throws a fit about trying to poison him. Which wouldn't be a problem if he didn't try to sneak bites of my food. I beat him up for it every time, but he never learns."

"Stir-fried tofu would be fine. Though I insist on buying it," Sara says, finding herself smiling for the first time today.

#my thesis is that shinobu wanted to beat takayuki's ass from the first time sara mentioned him #and is fighting a constant losing battle with sara's misplaced loyalty over whether he deserves it or not #why not meme i guess #asked and answered #kujou sara deserves nice things #ascended fic

[danny-chase]

I think so much about the scene where Barbara points out to Dick that Bruce did nothing to help him when he was a fugitive and took away resources (told him he couldn't be Nightwing until it was resolved) until Dick could clear his own name. And how Dick refuses to believe Bruce is guilty when he's accused of murder, to the point of feeling guilty for the small part of him that doubted him, and does everything in his power to try and help with the situation. It's just like the dedication to someone who will never be able to unconditionally trust you

#drives me insane thinking blorbo thoughts #they really did the accused of murder plotline so many times like also cry for blood too #and there Dicks willing to give Helena the benefit of the doubt and believes her up until she injures Bruce #like. the misplaced loyalty #dick grayson #anti bruce wayne #i mean like. this isn't particularly anti but tagging just to be sure #momo don't look

[darlingeames]

i'm sorry to repeat something crowley has said but how can someone as brilliant as aziraphale be so stupid about the things that matter

#good omens #good omens s2 #it's all i could think about during the final scenes. like metatron was clearly fucking with you how could you not see it #your loyalty is undending. how can it be so deeply misplaced #i like the theory that they needed this time apart to understand 1. how to function without one another after 6000 yrs of being together #and 2. how much they need each other and how much they need to be together #but i also don't want to fuck around for four more years just in case there's another season. #sorry but i am. a bit disappointed.

[tearlessrain]

me: I'm not really into women most of the time

me: [interacts with minthara for more than two seconds]

me: oh no

#listen I'm only attracted to women who kind of seem like they might kill me #it's a problem #I'm finally doing a kill the tieflings playthrough specifically for her I gotta #I'm doing it on fantasy Khatte because committing atrocities for the sake of self preservation and misplaced loyalty is his whole thing #he will feel horrible once he realizes what he's done and I can immediately switch to doing a good playthrough

[nightofthend]

and one day i will that fanfic on annie's complex relationship with her homeland for real

#my post #annie leonhardt #fight me but i think that girl had some inch of a misplaced loyalty to her nation 🙏

[the-mjolnir-owner]

One day tgor will be "done" today is not that day. Perhaps a different timeline

"I will never give up of Loki, anon. And that's a thing all Thors share, despite their timeline."

#anonymous #thor's misplaced loyalty gets him killed #all the time

[sovereignxfae]

@distopea​ said; 

A light chuckle escaped his lips when he saw how they just frowned so hard trying to read the book that was opened onto his desk. “You’re trying to read the latin version. You can translate it with Terminator.” He said before he dragged the book closer to him, and closed it. They weren’t interested in astronomy, and he wasn’t there to give them a lesson either. That was a side of Astra they didn’t know, and perhaps one he would keep for himself. Yet, as he didn’t wish for them to feel pushed away, he decided to give them a proper explanation. “It’s the line on the Moon or a planet that divides the bright, sunlit part from the part in shadow. People who appreciate astronomy tend to like observing that phenomenon through a telescope.”

He observed them and wondered if it was making sense in their head. But then, he decided to shrug it off and extended his fingers. “Do you have the information I need from your father?” He inquired while he skirted the desk and sat down. He had requested K’in to find a few clients' names inside the Astoria’s files. Of course, it was only to gain precious information. “I’m sure you did a good job. I have total faith in your capacity, K’in.” He purred, but only to encourage them to betray their family a bit more.

Their concentration on the foreign words were just to fill their mind as they waited for him. K'in allowing themself opportunity to be left alone with their thoughts always left them with unwanted thoughts. It’s worse when they’re around him, alarms ring when they’re in the same room but it makes no sense. Warnings flash and they ignore them wilfully-they hold no truth anyway. 

Why would he waste time rather than just do it now. Like everyone else. 

So instead they fill their mind with anything in reach. Even a language they have not even an inkling of knowledge of. They blink when the book is taken. Watching quick hands close it before rushing upwards to meet his face. Their left in shock, as they usually are, but try to cover it up by nodding to his words. 

“Ah, stars. You like them?” Should they get him a gift related to it? Would he need one? As a student to teacher gift, obviously.

At his subject change their head tilts. Their hands turn them around to where they left their bag. On one of the chairs in his office, he said to get comfortable earlier. 

With bag in hand and needed list, K’in settles again in front of the desk. They’ve never been more thankful that their father had no qualms with them working so closely within his office. It made compiling the list quite easy. The list wasn’t long but it was vital. Most of the names were recurring clients of their ‘family’. Underneath each name was what they’re order/needs etc were. 

They thought it would be important to add. Helpful. 

They were being helpful.

“Here! The list. I added some notes too.” They grin, proud to be able to give him what he expected and maybe more. Their nails tap against the desk as they slide over the paper.

#❝ i will be the answer at the end of the line — ❞ (ask answered) #distopea #❝ twisted intentions and misplaced loyalty — ❞ (k'in/astra) #❝ lemon slices and burning iron — ❞(k’in) #❝ known for one or another this isn’t home so i shall leave — ❞ (mafia modern au) #❝ from the beyond the castle walls — ❞ (asks) #//i like how it says 'he doesn't wish for them to feel pushed away like it isn’t that he doesn't want it on a whole #//he just doesn't want them to feel that way *right now* #//something for you while you recover!! i'm giving a warm cup of tea get better!!

[howifeltabouthim]

At this shocking revelation, she cried, 'No matter what he does I still love him!'

Anna Biller, from Bluebeard's Castle

#unconditional love #crazy in love #declaration of love #no matter what #dialogue #misplaced loyalty #quotes #lit #words #excerpts #quote #literature #inspo #romance novel inspo #fanfic inspo #epigraph #anna biller #bluebeard's castle #i will always love you

[thecatboyfriend]

please scar stay with the other yellows leave grian for dead PLEASE

#SHAKING YOU SCAR YOU HAVE MISPLACED LOYALTY YOU DESERVE BETTER #double life spoilers #remi rambles

[rahbid]

TARGET   :   ENOSHIMA, JUNKO. LOCATION   :   @imyang​​​​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​​​ ASSIGNMENT   :   CLEANING OUT MY INBOX. ENCRYPTED   :   i just remembered that we die.

        they lay splayed out on the ground as the clouds move above them, forming shapes and images they can only make out with keen eyes. a manicured hand reaches skyward, traces shapes out of endless white fluff for her own amusement. it is peaceful   ---   then, junko speaks. maybe her words come out of nowhere. maybe they are the result of spiraling thoughts she’d have to climb into junko’s brain to understand. either way, it makes her grin.

        it is rare that she smiles earnestly in junko’s prescence. what they have, whatever it is, is tainted with cruelty, plagued by despair. she supposes they’d have it no other way. at least, junko would not. 

        ❝   we will, some day.   ❞   jezebel hums, glancing over at junko.   ❝   and it will be beautiful   ---   but for now, we’re alive and this world is going to be ours.   ❞

#'whatever they have' is it homoeroticism or misplaced loyalty #or both #i dont. know why this ask gave me the mental imagen of them cloud gazing #maybe its pre despair #maybe its before they start turning the world to shit #idk <3 its all vibes teehee #「 ACCESS FILE :// OUTGOING. 」: target eliminated˒ mission success.

[shadow-schemer]

my mom: You have to work abroad so you'll realize how ugly our damn country is!

me, just trying to love my own country back:

#MY TEACHERS/ THIS COUNTRY DESERVES TO BURN TO THE GROUND LOL #ME AN OLD FART/ ABSOLUTELY NOT! IN MY OWN HOUSE?? DIE #THE DAY HISTORY TEACHERS STOP COMPARING THE COUNTRY TO /A LOVING MOTHER REPEATEDLY GETTING RAPED BUT STILL CONTINUING TO LOVE/ #ONLY THEN CAN I DIE #AND THE STUPIDEST MAN WITH MISPLACED LOYALTY GOES TO....... ME!

[zehecatl]

also, genuinely, from the bottom of my heart

what the fuck is Izzy haters on about when they call him homophobic like where did they get that

#ze.txt #like REPRESSED? for sure! absolutely!! #but outside of the fucking. daddy comment which is so. so uncomfortable #i can't even??? think of anything he said that'd make people think he's homophobic??????? #like is this about him wanting blackbeard to kill stede. because he'd do that if stede was a lady too #like that's jealousy and extremely misplaced loyalty and overprotectiveness #but fucking?? homophobia??? wHERE??

[darklordofthesimp]

Anything VIII (König x Reader)

The 8th instalment in the Anything-Verse

Main Masterlist

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7

Like the characters? Read their fics below!

Sunshine Masterlist || Saint Masterlist

Series Summary:  A lack of information from the chain of command results in König mistaking you for an enemy sniper.

A/N: No one make any sudden movements. I have returned. Excuse how rusty my writing is.

Category: Angst || Hurt/Comfort || Unrequited Pining || Tension

Warning: Graphic Language

What a sight you must behold. 

Sleepless, stressed and on the verge of your breaking point… again. 

It was no wonder that Saint watched you with deep concern, no wonder that they held their pen like it was a lifeline rather than just stationary. You wanted them to just understand, you needed them to know that you weren’t insane- everything was so elaborately planned and you were just on the verge of unravelling it. 

“Saint,” you rasped, “there are people in on this…. The brass. I think König too. It’s a fuck-fight.” 

The doctor leaned back into their chair, eyes never leaving your jittering figure. The sigh that fell from their lips released none of the tension balled tightly in their shoulders. 

“Birdy…” 

You stood to your feet. You didn’t want to hear it. 

You were sick of hearing people say your name in that tone: placatingly, diminishing your thoughts and dismissing you as if you were the local crazy. 

Maybe you were the local crazy. 

Is that how everybody saw you? Did everybody truly think that you were so off-kilter that you’d hallucinate a coup? You were a victim of assault- not insanity. 

“Stop,” Saint put their pen down firmly on the table, drawing your attention back to the situation at hand. “I’m listening. I’m just a little…  hesitant. It’s a very serious accusation, Birdy, but I’m not doubting the source.” 

You shot the medical officer a knowing glare. “Oh,” you drawled sarcastically, “because everybody takes me seriously at this unit with my history, right?” 

“I don’t give a fuck about whether anybody else takes you seriously,” Saint’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “I take you seriously, Birdy.” 

The room was doused in tension. Your fingers curled to form tight fists, skin stretching over your knuckles until they turned white. You don’t know why you were angry at their declaration, angry at their loyalty. 

Maybe it was because you knew it was misplaced. 

Maybe it was because you knew you’d disappoint. “Yeah,” you sighed softly, relaxing your hands as you turned for the door. “That makes one of us.” 

_______

The walk to training always held some anxiety but this time it was as if you were drowning in it. Each step felt like a death knell and sudden dryness in your mouth made you want to turn back and run to the safety of your room.

You thought that you were well and truly past this. 

Apparently, you couldn’t get past anything. 

As you approached the door you were surprised to hear voices. No one ever wanted to interact with König, let alone at 7 a.m. on a Saturday. The room was always booked for the two of you at this time, interruptions were specifically warned against by Price. 

It’s just a conversation. You took in a deep breath. Not everything required a downward spiral, not all mysteries needed investigation. 

Literally just a fucking conversation. Get a grip. 

You straightened your shoulders as you approached the door and the dialogue became clearer. 

“Birdy will be here soon.” König’s voice was as familiar as your own. “You need to leave.” 

You pulled up short just before the entrance, frozen like a deer in the headlights. There was a short silence before a soft thud echoed throughout the room. It sounded like a hand being clapped over the shoulder but you weren’t sure. Could have been a punch, could have been a really intense kiss, who fucking knew? 

All you knew was that they weren’t meant to be there. Maybe it was Sunshine. 

Although you hated the arrogant fucker, it would relieve you to know it was them. They were inconsequential and, although they were annoying, they wouldn’t be behind your assassination attempt. 

Sunshine would have made sure you were in the ground, no matter the cost. Sunshine would have succeeded. 

Instead, the voice that rattled in your ears wasn’t your fellow coworker. 

“Just be careful. Wouldn’t want to jump the gun, would we?” 

Your blood turned to ice.  

Graves. 

You could almost hear that snake-like grin in his words, you could almost see the look in his eyes that was nothing but predatory. Phillip was charming when he wanted to be, but there was something terrifying about him.

Like a trap lying in wait. 

Like a traitor waiting to strike. 

The sound of sure and steady footsteps snapped you out of your thoughts. Panic flooded your system, kicking your adrenaline into gear. There was nowhere to hide, not even a small nook in this god-forsaken hallway.

As Graves drew closer to discovering your presence, you bounced back a few steps from where you’d been frozen. Throwing your arms above your head as if you were stretching and squinting your eyes with an outrageous yawn was all you could pull together. 

Phillip rounded the corner with a cocky sway that made your heart race. You watched him scan your slowly approaching body, seemingly tired and unaware. You acted surprised to see him, carefully schooling your face to return to the usual lifelessness that it held. 

“Birdy!” Graves said, slowing his pace. With a flash of teeth, the corner of his mouth pulled upward into a knowing smirk. “Good to see you.”

“I bet,” you said monotonously, adding a dismissive nod at the end like a punctuation mark. 

Phillip’s smirk turned into a smile. 

“Enjoy your session,” the man said slowly. As he drew closer you could feel your chest tightening. He smelt fresh like he had just gotten out of a long, hot shower. You hated that he was close enough to smell the fucking body wash on his skin. 

His shoulder brushed yours as he passed by, setting your body alight with fear. You didn’t dare look over your shoulder as you trekked towards the gym door, eyes firm on that handle. His footsteps still echoed along the hallway by the time that you’d reached the entrance. 

“You’re late.” 

König’s voice startled you despite making direct eye contact with him. 

The man looked disgruntled, to say the least. His hair looked like he’d been running his fingers through it over and over, and your guess was confirmed when he roughly raked it over once more. König’s eyes were looking anywhere but yours. 

“I’m not.” You’d meant for those words to have some bite to them but you couldn’t muster up the venom. Not when he looked like that. 

“You are,” he insisted with a snarl. 

You raised your hands up in surrender, eyes narrowing at his hostility. The urge to leave grew tenfold and so did your distrust for the man before you. There were too many things that pointed towards his guilt in planning your assassination. 

The way he’d tried to blow off your concerns, the vehement way he’d shouted for you to drop it, and now, his interaction with Graves. You thought back to your time in the kitchen when Phillip had first encountered you both. 

“Now, who’d have thought that you’d both be so… close.” He had said.

The Shadow had watched with intrigue as König stepped in front of you as if protecting you from him. If you really thought about it, most of his smarminess was aimed at the man beside you, rather than yourself. 

You swallowed and choked on your own spit. It was a distant reminder of when it had been your own blood that you’d coughed on. 

König’s sigh tore you from your spiralling conspiracies. 

“I’m sorry,” he muttered. His tone was quiet but his eyes were genuine. 

“Yeah,” you cleared your throat. “No, it’s fine. I get shitty when I deal with Graves, too.” 

But why was he with Phillip in the first place? 

You wanted to ask him, everything in you pleaded to seek out the truth. You needed to investigate-, you needed to know. Your mouth opened to get the answers you so desperately desired, but a thought made you stop in your tracks. 

What if you let on that you were suspicious of him? 

It was clear that you were no match against König. Your entire life had become interwoven with his and it felt like he was there in your every waking moment. If he knew that you suspected him, it would only put you in danger again. He’d busted through your bedroom door once and that was enough to tell you that you wouldn’t be safe from him anywhere you went. 

You distantly realized that König was watching you carefully from where he stood, jade eyes analyzing every quirk of your lips and every twitch of your brows. 

“What?” You said, feigning self-consciousness. “Admiring your handiwork?” 

The man shot you a glare and you prayed that was enough to shift his attention. 

“I hate it when you say things like that,” he hissed, pulling his jacket down his arms and throwing it aside. “Seriously.” 

“Yeah, well I hate having a chopping block for a face.” You tilted your head to shoot him a deadpan look over your shoulder. “Seriously.” 

“I cannot deal with you sometimes, Birdy.” König hissed. 

“I can tell,” you jerked your thumb towards your marred features. 

You knew that you were playing with fire. The way the man stood straight, his gaze narrowing and any sense of banter dissipating from his features, made it very clear that it was time for you to stop pushing that particular button. 

“Your attempt at deflecting is not as effective as you may think,” König said, his words slow and deliberate. Jade eyes bore into yours and your breath stuttered in your chest. 

You could lie to him, you could play dumb. He was dangerous and if you tipped him off you would be dead by morning.

You couldn’t make sense of that logic, though. If he wanted you dead, you’d well and truly have been dead by now. Your cheeks stung at the thought… you suppose that there wasn’t a lack of trying. Maybe it really had just been a failed attempt. 

“Birdy,” the soldier said, shooting a glance at the door. “I know what you are thinking and you need to put a stop to it.” 

Those contesting thoughts came to a staggering halt. 

“I don’t even know what I’m thinking,” you snapped. “What would you know?” 

König raised a brow at your tone, opening his mouth to deliver what you would assume to be an infuriating response. The words choked and fell from his tongue, though. There was a huff as he turned on his heel, stalking towards the exit and closing the door. 

You swallowed thickly. 

When he swivelled to look at you it was with a burning gaze that pinned you to where you stood.

“You bring attention to us in ways that will get us killed,” König whispered harshly, his accent was sharp and heavy with each enunciation. “You need to stop.” 

“Stop what?” You waved your hands at him. “You’re so fucking vague.” 

He flinched forward, pushing his finger onto your lips. You smacked his hand away like a cat pawing at something irritating. 

“Would you be quiet?” He snarled through gritted teeth. König took in a deep breath, casting another look at the exit. He was watching the light beneath the door, making sure there were no shadows tipping off an eavesdropper. Why was he suddenly the paranoid one? 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You lowered your tone but the urgency behind it was still present. 

“You need to stop chasing this lead,” König shook his head, gaze imploring. “You need to stop trying to find who planned the accident.” 

Your mouth went dry. 

“Is that a threat?” The words were a true whisper this time. Barely falling from your lips and only as audible as a soft gasp. 

König’s eyes widened. “What?” 

“Are you in on it?” You asked, taking a step backward. 

Bile roiled in your stomach as if mimicking a stormy sea. There was a distinct buzzing in your ears, numbing you to anything but the situation at hand.

“What?” König repeated. “What? No. That is not what I meant by that.” 

You shook your head, “the other day- the way you reacted says otherwise.” 

He reached out for your arm and you wonder if it was to comfort you or to detain you. You finched away from him but this time the man before you didn’t yield. He did not back down and he did not allow you the illusion of control. 

Instead, König held you firmly by your biceps. 

“I need you to listen to me, Birdy. We don’t have time for this back and forth thing that we do every time.” 

Rage tore through your chest at his dismissal and you would have told him as much had he not looked so desperate. Instead, you kept your mouth shut as the man watched you pleadingly. You would let him speak because maybe he had the answers you were searching for, maybe König would be the evidence to prove that these suspicions weren’t delusions. 

The man cast another glance towards the doorway before letting go of your arms. You straightened cautiously, being mindful to not rub at the skin he’d had contact with. 

“Well?” You whispered impatiently, waving a hand at him to continue. “You wanna manhandle me or do you want to talk?” 

“It’s not safe for us to talk here,” König’s words were barely audible. “You need to stop with your head-hunting. Stop asking questions.” 

His eyes were fierce, warning you not to challenge his demands but you couldn’t care less. He, of all people, had no right to be telling you when to chase answers.

He raised a hand before you could speak. “You are going to get us both killed because you gather intel like a child-” 

“What does that even mean?” You interrupted harshly.

“It means you have alerted everyone, Birdy!” König snapped, his voice harsh and his eyes flashing. “Whoever did this knows that you’re onto them. They know that we know.” 

You blinked dumbly, stunned. 

The man glared at you for a long moment, his chest heaving with laden breaths. The silence that eneveloped you both was anything but empty. There was a buzzing in your ears and you weren’t sure if you were relieved or horrified that he’d confirmed your suspicions. Blind rage filled your lungs as if you were drowning. 

“You mother fucker!” You hissed between gritted teeth, shoving at his chest with as much force as you could muster. “You fucking knew?” 

“Of course I knew!” König bit back as he stumbled for his footing. “I’ve been trying to find them and you have been hindering me every fucking step of the way, Birdy.”

You wanted to scream at the top of your lungs, you wanted to bash this man over and over just like he’d done to you. You weren’t insane but he was more than happy to intimidate you into thinking that you were. 

“How could you keep this from me?” Your fingers dug into the skin of his arms as you grabbed him. You wanted to shake the truth from the giant before you, rattle the honesty right from his mouth. “After everything that’s happened!” 

König didn’t so much as wince at your nails in his skin, fury simmered in his eyes like molten jade. “I was your main suspect and you outright told me about your suspicions while you were locked in a room with me, Birdy. What would have happened if I was actually everything you make me out to be?” 

You swallowed thickly, your fingers loosening their grip. 

“I could have killed you right there,” König continued softly, “at this rate you’ll die before you find them.” 

“You said I already tipped everyone off,” you rasped, almost meek in tone. “How have they not come for me yet?” 

The man rolled his shoulders, shooting another paranoid glance at the door. He continued talking as he scanned the room, searching for telltale signs of a third party.

“Everyone thinks you are disabled, Birdy, no one is taking your concerns seriously.” König straightened, levelling you with an evaluative glare. “But I knew better.” 

You drew in a deep breath, holding it in for a few moments before releasing just like Saint had taught you. Your heart squeezed in your chest at the thought of your therapist. You told them everything- König was right. You’d mouthed off your suspicions knowing that Saint and Price were close. What if Saint had told Price? Then Price would have told Shephard and Simon and then- God. 

You’re so fucking stupid. 

Of course everyone knew, you’d practically blasted it across the unit’s P.A system. 

“What now?” You managed to croak. “What do we do now?” 

König frowned at you, his body falling still. “We?” 

“You’re not leaving me out of this,” you ground out. 

“We are not doing anything together,” he said, eyes roaming over your features quizzically. Your heart lurched desperately, there was no way you’d let him do this without you. You deserved to be a part of this, you deserved to get your justice and whoever did this deserved to die.

“You owe it to me!” You nearly raised your voice, fear trickling down the expanse of your spine. Not a fear of the man before you, but this time it was a fear of being left behind. Left to paranoia, left alone with your thoughts and suspicions and no one to hear them. 

König shook his head, “we cannot work together.” 

“We have to!” 

“We can’t!” 

Your eyes were wide and your chest was heaving as the man before you gripped your shoulders. He lowered down to a knee, drawing close enough that you were only a breath apart. You opened your mouth to offer a shaky response but the way his gaze ran over your features stole the words straight from your tongue. 

“I will not risk your safety again, Birdy.” König’s words brushed against your lips, warm but sorrowful. “That is what I owe to you.” 

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