Bro This Hogwarts Legacy Game Is Crazy

Bro this Hogwarts legacy game is crazy

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Can you do some heavy hurt comfort with Ryan Goslings! Ken and reader? Thanksss Love your writing!

A/n: Thanks Pooki. You asked and you shall receive, also sorry these requests are coming out slowly I've been busy with school and work. This could be before patriarchy Ken? I don't know where ever you feel it fits best

Summary: Kens perfectly happy living his best day everyday alongside you, but you can't seem to wonder what is would be like to really live.

Pairing: Gosling! Ken and Gender-neutral doll reader (a bit existential, talks of death and wanting to die not in a morbid way!)

“Hey!” 

Your head snapped around to the direction of familiar hearty, booming voice you had grown so used to, your flickering gaze didn’t wonder the vibrant stretch of houses for long, as they quickly snapped to giddy blonde man,

failing out stretched his arm excitedly, eagerly approaching the small gate of your white picket fence.

Flicking the latch and clumsily shutting the gate behind him, the frail wood bouncing with the harsh slam.

His dimples pushed back by the curves of his mouth, pearly rows of teeth gleaming under the sparking sun, golden strands of hair pushed back against his sun kissed skin, 

Ken.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere! What have you been doing all day?”

He huffed with a grin, squatting down beside you on the soft green carpeting the quiet earth. 

You turned your head slightly, glancing at him, your eyes soft as you looked over the wavering green plants, that shook so softly in the gentle wind, dew dripping, dipping the delicate leaves down.

You couldn’t bring yourself to answer, your attention solely fixated on the garden before you. 

Ken's pale eyes remained on you, as you mindlessly watched over the pocket of green. His brow arched, his eyes narrowing at the swaddle of plants.

“How come you spend so much time looking at these things?” 

The breeze caressing your face, a sigh slipping from your mouth, shoulders slumping down at the question.

“I don’t know.” you muttered, voice strained in a hushed whisper, dying out in the draft.

Ken's face twisted into one of discontentment upon hearing your  reply, wrapping a firm arm around your wilted frame.

Ken wasn’t quite sure what to do, you weren’t usually like this.

“You seem off today?” 

He said as you tucked your head beneath his jaw, a heavy sigh escaping your throat.

“Do you ever wish you could be a plant?”

Ken let out a heart chuckle, but seeing your face fall, a blush biting at your soft skin he coughed, clearing his throat. 

“What do you mean?” his voice held a sentimental tone you had never heard from him.

“I don’t know.” there was a pregnant pause before you spoke again.

“Alive.” you mumbled anxiously fiddling with your clothes. 

Ken's brows furrowed.

“Aive? We are alive, aren’t we?”

“Not in the same way.” your voice held a longing to it, your gaze fixated on the plants as if waiting for something. 

“They have beginnings, they grow, blossom, they watch the seasons pass by, they wither.” 

You stopped yourself for a moment as if something in you froze and Ken couldn’t help but watch you intently.  

“They die.”

Time pulled the silence between you, stretching it further and further out, until reality came snapping back, hitting Ken square in the face. His chest filled with a sensation he couldn’t understand. An unwavering sense of fear.

“Do you want that?”

He breathed holding his breath as he waited for your response.

“Maybe. Someday.” 

Your eyes wander to the cloudless blue sky. There was a silence filling the air with uneasiness before Ken spoke again. 

“Well, when that day comes, I’ll lay down beside you.”

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I was listening to Mitski when I wrote this, send more Ken requests!

what the f-!? || miguel o'hara

Peter B. Parker thought he'd never see the day Miguel could actually more than tolerate someone.

Ever since Peter B. Parker met Miguel O'Hara, he was always kind of difficult, to put it at best. The only spiderman that wasn't funny in better words.

 He was snarky, with a permanent snarl on his face, and he seemed allergic to fun altogether.

Well, until there was a new addition to spider society.

It all started during the meeting before your first mission as he was gently balancing Mayday on his hip, still yet to reach for her carrier.

"And then we will all reconvene at these coordinates," Miguel's voice echoed throughout the room, as no one else dared to speak before given the signal to.

"Any questions?" 

With that there was chorus of no's accompanied by the percussion of headshakes. And in that a lone hand had shot up into the air.

"Yes, Venom," Miguel gave you a nod, signalling for you to speak.

"Yeah, are you single?" You asked with an obvious teasing tone, making everyone in the room go quiet.

Well except for Mayday who continued to babble in Peter's arms, but no one really minded.

Everyone watched with bated breath, their collective gaze bouncing between you and Miguel. Peter who stood next to you inched a bit closer, just in case he needed to stand between you and the beast.

But he didn't have to.

"You're funny," was all Miguel replied, with no discernible emotion in his voice as he closed the briefing.

"If there aren't any more questions, we'll meet back here in five. Prepare as needed," he ordered, and everyone else scrambled to do as told, despite their shock. 

Except for Peter, who couldn't really keep his shock to himself. Especially because he's watched Miguel almost maim a fifteen year old. He didn't even wince as Mayday escaped his arms and crawled up to pull at his hair.

"What the hell was that?" He whisper-yelled to you with wide eyes, making you chuckle.

"What?" You shrugged. 

"He's kinda cute."

"That doesn't mean you flirt with him," Peter almost yelled, hands flailing in the air making Mayday laugh.

"I'm surprised he didn't go ballistic on you."

"Well maybe he liked it," you gave a smirk.

"I'm pretty irresistible."

"Unbelievable is more like it," he shook his head, finally snapping out of it enough to take Mayday from his head and place her in the carrier.

That was short-lived however, as Miguel's voice called out your name.

"Stick close to me during this one," he said, taking a few steps towards you and Peter.

"This is your first mission and I want to see what you can do up close."

"Sure boss," you said with a twinkle in your eye.

"And don't worry, I can do a lot of things up close,"  you added, making Peter freeze again. Especially as Miguel only shook his head and walked away, and you stood there giggling.

"What?"

*****

Shock aside, Peter decided not to think about that interaction that much. As mind boggling as it was, he lived in a world with multiple dimensions. 

"Anything can happen," he had mumbled to himself (and Mayday) after the ordeal. 

It couldn't happen again.

It did.

"Oooh, what a man," you blew a low whistle as you watched Miguel from behind as he worked.

 Another meeting had just ended and you and Peter had lagged behind to wait for Jess who had to use the bathroom.

"If you're gonna talk like that at least say it to his face and not to us," Peter groaned, with his hands moving to Mayday who was strapped to his chest.

He covered her ears, mumbling something about preserving her innocence. He was looking down at her, smiling as she looked up at him. 

It was truly a sight to see, a sight only to be broken by your voice.

"Hey Miguel!" Your voice cut through his momentary peace, making him scramble to look at you.

"What are you doing?" He hissed through clenched teeth as Miguel turned around.

"Doing what you said," you responded to him simply, facing Miguel who was now looking at you with an inquisitive brow.

Peter silently prayed that you were joking.

"Miguel, your hair looks amazing today," you gave a sweet smile 

The taller man seemed to have stiffened at the compliment, just for a split second. No one would have caught it unless they were really looking. Peter was, and it only added to his utter disbelief.

"Uh, thanks," Miguel gave you a nod, before turning around quickly to get back to his work.

"No problem," you hummed, your smile never faltering. You then turned to Peter who looked like he was having a conniption.

"What the-," he seethed, almost flailing around making Mayday laugh.

"Wha-, ha?" He brought his hands to his hair, giving you an exasperated look.

"What did you think I was gonna say?" You quirked a playful brow, giving him a nudge to the arm.

"Maybe you have something to tell him, Peter," you tsked, shaking your head in faux disapproval.

"What would MJ think?"

Peter was red at this point trying to defend himself.

"I wasn't," he gasped.

"I-, no," he tried pathetically, before giving up with a sigh, almost covered by Mayday's laughter at his theatrics.

"You know what, whatever."

*****

Again, Peter tried to brush it off. He was just getting old, he tried to rationalise. There's no way Mr. "I Hate Kids" didn't mind your little quips.

He was just seeing things, that was all.

But he wasn't.

"Does he always eat alone?" You asked your little group as you all sat down at your usual table in the cafeteria.

"Yeah," Gwen responded, placing her tray down with a sigh.

"We've tried sitting next to him, but he doesn't let us."

"I bet he thinks it's cool," Hobie rolled his eyes as all of you turned your head not so subtly at the man in question. 

"It's kind of pathetic."

"It's like he has beef with that empanada," Miles added with a grimace, and everyone nodded in approval. 

"I see," you hummed, eyeing the lone man up and down before jolting up your seat.

"What are you doing?" Peter asked, about to stand up as well to stop you from doing anything stupid. He was not having this today, he was about to feed Mayday.

"I'm gonna try sitting next to him," you gave a toothy grin picking up your tray, beginning to walk away. 

Finally Peter stood up with arms open to stop.

"You can't just,-" he began, about to grab you. But he was suddenly pulled back down.

"Hey let her," Hobie laughed from beside him, wrapping an arm around him so he couldn't escape.

"I want to see what happens."

Peter wept. Knowing better than to fight Hobie's hold. He'd give him a noogie and he could not handle another headache today. So he just watched you make your way to Miguel's table with everyone else.

You had made it to the corner of the man's table, your back facing them as Miguel looked up at you, seemingly holding on to your every word.

Everyone held their breath at the interaction, only to let it out in a collective gasp.

"No fucking way," Hobie expressed, earning a glare from Peter who moved to cover Mayday's ears. Yet he still looked equally baffled.

Miguel had given you a nod and gestured for you to sit, and that was it.

"Tell me you guys are seeing what I'm seeing," Gwen blinked a few times at the site before her.

"If I did that he would've ripped my head off," Peter watched with wide eyes.

"Maybe she's got powers that we don't have," Miles tries to rationalise.

"Yeah probably," Peter rubbed at his eyes just to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

"That's the only thing that can explain that."

*****

Okay, maybe Miguel had just toned down a little. People can change, they can be better. If he did so can Miguel. And Miguel was just tolerating you a bit more than everyone else, that was it.

It wasn't like he was going out of his way for you.

Right?

"Wow, you look terrible," Peter commented as you walked into the room. 

You were team alpha during the last mission, and the bags in your eyes and the slump in your back showed that.

"You're like the third person to tell me that," you groaned, running your hands down your face 

"I just wasn't able to grab a coffee this morning," you began to explain, now rubbing at your eyes.

"I slept in and I can't get one right now obviously."

"Well, just hang in there," He tried to comfort you, giving you a firm pat on the back.

"You've been through worse."

"Tell me about it," you cracked your back, before picking up Mayday who was giving you grabby hands from her carrier ever since you arrived.

"At least you still think that I'm pretty, don't you Mayday," you tapped her nose, making her burst out in giggles, only to be silenced as the double doors suddenly opened.

"Look alive people!" Jess had yelled, announcing her and Miguel's arrival.

"Thanks Jess," Miguel had followed up half heartedly, before addressing the half-complete people in the room.

"The debriefing will start in a bit, we're just waiting on a few more people," he said before snidely adding.

"The people that actually need this debrief."

"Dang," Peter expressed, watching Miguel walk out the room again to do whatever he does.

"I'd hate to be Hobie right now."

"Yeah," you agreed, handing him back Mayday.

"That's probably why he isn't here yet."

He agreed. "He's probably not gonna show up."

A minute had passed and you and Peter stood there engaged in mindless chatter. Mindless chatter that was interrupted suddenly by a deep voice.

"This is for you," Miguel said as he returned, a cup of coffee in hand that was brought up to your face between you and Peter.

You blinked at the cup for a moment, and so did Peter before you took it. Gladly, but still surprised.

"Thank you," you said, eyes bouncing between him and the cup.

"But why?"

"Don't think about it," Miguel responded with a click of his tongue.

"I don't need you falling asleep during this meeting," he paused before bringing up a scolding finger.

"And don't think you're off the hook for covering for Pavitr," his eyes seemed to glow red as he said this, and he walked away before you could respond.

"Wow," you trailed off.

"That was weird."

"Tell me about it," Peter nodded, thinking back to the eye roll Miguel gave him when he complained about the coffee machine being broken before.

"Not my problem," he had told him before walking away.

"Wow, how did he know?" Your voice pulled him out of his memories, and he turned to you taking another sip of the coffee.

"It's just how I like it."

*****

At this point Peter had decided to just ignore it. It wasn't any of his business he convinced himself. It was none of his business so he should-

Wait, was that laughter? From Miguel's office?

Peter had arrived at headquarters a little later than usual, and also a little lighter. Mayday had stayed home with MJ today, and as much as he loved his daughter he was glad she wasn't here.

He didn't need to worry about her messing around as he worked, and he didn't have to worry about her hearing what he said as he saw the source of the laughter.

Peter had walked into the room without being noticed, not so shocked at what he was seeing, but rather what he was hearing.

This has been happening a lot lately. You and Miguel standing in a corner having some sort of conversation. He had gotten used to it.

But this was different, you were laughing, and so was Miguel.

Peter stood there for a few minutes, just watching the exchange. Until Miguel looked over and saw him, suddenly stiffening up and trying to hide any indication that he was laughing. 

But it was too late, Peter had seen it all. And he also saw the soft smile Miguel gave you before tapping you on the shoulder. He said something Peter was too mind-boggled to pick up on and then you both bid each other goodbye.

You then turned and made your way towards him, with a bit more pep in your step as usual as you skipped across the room.

"Hey Peter! What, no Mayday today?" You greeted with a slight pout as you noticed the absence of the redhead.

But he didn't care, he asked the only thing on his mind.

"What just happened?" He practically squawked, begging you for answers.

You stood there, teetering on your feet, smiling at the ground before you looked at him with your answer.

"We have a date," you blurted out excitedly, jumping as you said so. 

Peter did not mirror your excitement however, as his hands made they're way to his thinning hair.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?"

kind of wanna make a part two where they go on the date lol.

Daisy Chain

A/n: While I work on Atsv requests please enjoy some Konig fluff that I wrote impulsively at two in the morning

Summary: You want to know why KorTacs operator won't stop staring at you but today you finally had the courage to talk to him

Pairing: Konig and Gn Reader (Fluff, I don't know if the ending is that great but I tried)

You couldn’t help but feel a piercing stare burning holes through your head as you tirelessly scrubbed the dirt and dust that clung to the cold metal of your rifle, every movement you made began judged and evaluated by the brooding Austrian.

Sweat clung to your forehead as the sun continued to beat down on you, and his stare only made you more sweaty. 

He always sat alone, his presence seemed to be enough to clear any area of beating hearts that wanted to remain beating, soldiers steered clear of him, and you did too, until today.

He loomed on the bench his gaze unwavering, from your small frame. You glanced to him every now and then but you didn’t allow yourself to linger.

But every move you made felt stiff, you felt suffocated, like the breeze that blew softly against exposed skin, didn’t fully reach your lungs only filling them with gentle, shaky breaths, it was too much. 

You sighed, your body tensed as you slid off the wooden bench, your thundering boots pounding clouds of dirt from the dry earth as you walked to the soldier, it was almost endearing how he tried to avert his gaze as if he hadn’t been shamelessly staring at you a few moments ago.

Your heart rattled in your chest as you stopped in front of the stoic man, his large stature intimidating even as he sat, he looked out over the green field that surrounded the patch of dry land that you stood upon.

“Hey.” you said hushed, your voice shook as you spoke but you only prayed he wouldn’t notice, it took everything in you to not run away right then, while you still had the chance, you had seen this man in battle, you had watched him break men over his knee like they were mere twigs, who knows what he would do if you managed to piss him off.

The man's sharp eyes darted back at you briefly, like he expected you to disappear any moment, but when he shifted his gaze to see you standing still before him he lifted a brow before turning his full attention to you. Not a word leaving his lips as an unbearable silence stretched on.

You inspected the man in front of you, you had never been this close to him before, he smelled like the outside, he had a musk of rich soil, an overwhelming earthy tone, with a soft whisk of rust.

You stared at his chest trying to not make it obvious that you were practically drinking in his appearance, his large figure was covered head to toe concealing every inch of skin that could possibly be exposed to the world, his dark hood draping down past his shoulders.

The red bleach marks that plastered onto the dark fabric smudged down his face like crimson tears, the slots carved into his mask bored into you, but from the sea of black paint that smeared his hidden flesh two beautiful orbs of blue stared back at you, they looked like cloudless skies of blue, you found yourself lost in them. 

And the words seemed to bubble up leaving your lips before you were able to stop them.

“You have…pretty eyes.” you stuttered out awkwardly, avoiding his gaze as you stiffened at your own words, the shifted at your sudden praise, an amused smile crept up under his mask as he looked at you, silence lingered before he spoke up 

“Thanks.” his voice was low yet it held a velvety tone to it, his accent flowing with each word. From how he spoke you couldn’t gauge whether he appreciated the comment about his eyes and that level of uncertainty left a feeling of dread bubbling up inside your chest. Yet you persisted.

“You must be Konig.” you said, your tone seemed confident with your assumption as you held his firm gaze. 

The Austrian nodded, his large hands moving to rest on his rifle, the movement was small and subtle, but it was a simple gesture that said a lot to you.

You felt yourself stiffen, the air suddenly felt too thick to breathe as you stood there, you felt his eyes hunting you. You needed to diverge his attention. With a shaky breath, you managed a smile as you spoke

“I’ve heard a lot about you.” you stuttered out, to this Konig paused his steady movements, his brows furrowing, but you couldn’t tell at what it was. His eyes seemed to soften, but a hint of caution still swirled in his pupils, his shoulders fell with a huff.

“Really?” he muttered, his tone seemed to contain a touch of surprise, the sound was strangely pleasing to hear from the distant man.

You nodded softly

“You're the big Austrian everyone finds so intimidating.” you spoke lowly, but you felt a wave of panic flood through you as you noticed Konigs eyes narrowing, quickly you tried to think of something to add

“But uh, I’ve also heard you're quite tall.” you chuckled nervously. The soldier's brow raised as he glanced down from his towering height, seeming to straighten himself out at your comment, which only increased his size as he offered you a slow nod.

“I am.” he said flatly, the words seemed to linger in the dense atmosphere that surrounded you two. You felt my foot tapping anxiously with the settling silence, so you spoke up again, trying to keep the flow of conversation.

“How tall exactly?” you whispered curiously glancing up to the big man. 

“Six foot ten.” he huffed his chest out a bit at the answer, sounding a bit prideful about it, speaking with more confidence than he had before. Your eyes widened at his answer

“Damn.” was all you could think to sputter out, Koing nodded approvingly with a deep hum echoed from the base of his chest. 

“Tallest of my unit.” he spoke, though it wasn’t boastful, he stated it as the simple truth, and you believed him, he was certainly taller than most. 

“I’d believe it.” you chuckled, felt yourself begin to loosen up around Konig, and even he himself seemed to be more open with engaging in conversation than he was before. 

“How tall are you?” he mused with a pointing finger as he crossed his arms over his chest leaning back on the wooden bench slightly. At this question you felt you shrink into yourself more as fiddled with my hands awkwardly.

“Well uh.” you trailed off hoping he would get the memo, but this only seemed to intrigue the soldier as he leaned in curiously. 

“Yes?” he pressed, encouraging you to continue. You glanced away

“About five three.” You sighed, heat rising to your cheeks as you felt his eyes glued to you as you spoke, for some reason now more than ever you felt all eyes on you.

He tilted his head to the side as he leaned back, his eyes seemed to glow at your answer, a softness to them that only drew you to him, he seemed to smile with his eyes, it left your heart stuttering in your chest, you found it attractive.

No, you gently shook the thought from your head, you couldn’t be thinking these things about him, you scolded yourself. But Konigs heavy voice steered you from your thoughts.

“A lot smaller than me.” you could practically hear the smile in his voice, at this you felt the corners of your mouth tug into a smile as well, you snorted softly.

“Yeah, well I’m sure most people are to you.” you teased, the comment felt so natural, like you were talking to an old friend, a comfortable feeling stirring in you that you would have never guessed you could feel around this man, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement at your progress with prying the cold man open.

But that wasn’t even the best part, with your comment Konig let out a deep, hearty, booming sound, it was like nothing you had heard before, it rattled in his chest before it died out slowly and he returned his warm gaze to you.

“True.” he said simply, but his eyes didn’t glance away from you, he looked deeper into your eyes as if searching for something. 

“You must be brave to approach me.” he quipped, to this you raised your brow in confusion.

“Really? Why is that?” you asked, he crossed his leg over his knee as hummed in thought

“Most people tend to avoid me all together, as you said they find me too intimidating to approach.” he said, his eyes drifting across the greenfield to his right, as he thought. You felt a pang of guilt wrenching up your stomach, you didn’t mean it like that. 

“Yet you seem to do that easily, even going as far to say that I’m ‘pretty’ “ he recited your words, amusement dripping from his low tone as he looked at you. You smiled at his comment as you nodded.

“Because you are, you have beautiful blue eyes.” you grinned feeling comfortable enough to speak your opinions to him

“And a wonderful laugh.” you added, your smile stretching across your face as you spoke. With this the Austrian didn’t reply, he turned his head to stare back over the field baking in the golden sunlight of the afternoon, he himself began to feel a bit hot, but it was because of the heat, right? He felt his cheeks bitten with a soft red, he sighed at your words. 

“You're a flirt.” he groaned, his pale eyes meeting yours once again. You chuckled at his comment, your face lighting up in a way Konig hadn’t seen before.

“Or maybe I’m just honest.” you shot back playfully

“Why not both?” he challenged, he couldn’t remember the last time he felt this comfortable around someone, but he just wanted to bask in this feeling. 

“You make a good point.” you say as you sit down in front of him, the dust that sat among the soft splotches of grass settled under your weight. The soldier felt a feeling of admiration bubbled up in his chest, it was an addicting feeling something he wasn’t used to in the slightest.

“I like you.” he said softly, his voice sailing through the air light enough for only you to hear, with this you couldn’t conceal the blush that made its way to your sun kissed skin as you smiled.

“I like you too.”  

His eyes seemed widened in surprise at your response, as if he hadn’t been anticipating that at all, your brows furrowed at his confusion.

“Really?” he hummed lowly, as if testing the waters. He wasn’t used to people enjoying his company, or, better yet, him enjoying theirs

“Well yeah, you think I spend this much time with people I don’t like at least a little bit.” you chuckled, but you did not like Konig a little bit, you liked him a lot.

You couldn’t help but let out a yelp of surprise as the Austrians face was suddenly in front of yours inches away as he leaned down to you from the bench, you felt the air in your lungs cease to leave your quivering lips, you could feel his warm breath brush against your skin, the feeling sent a shiver up your spine. 

“I really like you.” he hushed into your into ear, the sound was so deep, so rich, you felt your heart stutter in your chest as he pulled away a proud look in his blue eyes as you chuckled 

“Now who's the flirt?” You teased trying to take the attention off your flustered state the large man let out a gravely laugh 

“Me? Definitely.” he chirped, you grinned looking at him with admiration as your hands mindlessly wandered the patches of grass beneath, plucking a daisy from the mellow earth you poked a hole through the stem, picking another daisy as you slid it through the hole.

The action seemed to come so natural to you Konig watched curiously, as your skillful hands gently held the flowers, you noticed his straying gaze with a smile. 

“Do you want me to teach you?” you asked lowly, as Konigs eyes widened before he hummed thoughtfully as he slipped down from the bench, you could see his muscular figure shifting from under his uniforms layers, you averted your gaze away trying not to stare, as he sat next to you patiently waiting as he picked two small flowers of his own.

You awkwardly cleared your throat as you grabbed two more daisies for your demonstration. 

“So you take the first flower and poke a small hole through the stem.” explained as Konig mirrored your quick, yet gentle hands, as you pushed the second daisy through, he fell silent and it seemed as though all he could focus on were your hands, at his silence you felt yourself grow slightly anxious. 

“Did you get the second part?” you asked, turning your attention to him, he hummed lowly as he offered his palms to you displaying the fragile chain that he clutched delicately in his large hands.

You couldn’t help but smile, watching this trained assassin of sort, sit on the grass with you as docile as a kitten as he entertained your ideas of making silly flower chains.  

“Great! Now you just repeat that.” you said mindlessly as you worked on your own, Konig let out a breathy chuckle at your words 

“I got that.” he snickered at your directions which led you to feel a little bit dumb at the simple instructions you had given him.

“Yeah, right.” You muttered, you glanced back to your daisy chain, as it seemed everything had been silently, the soft summer sun creeped carefully up your back clinging to your hunched over figure like a blanket of warmth had been draped over your sweating figure, the breeze hushing and whispering to you as the grass swayed lazily in reply, the sound of crickets buzzing in the distance rang in your ears.

And Konig, his watery gaze lingering on your soft lips, you noticed but this time he didn’t flinch away instead he leaned in and you couldn’t help but gasp at the feeling, his hooded face inches from your, you could practically feel his hot breath grazing your lips, you felt your gaze locked on his.

He now hovered over you almost straddling you, as he caged you in his strong arms, you felt dizzy begin this close to him, like an hunted animal. His eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips. 

“Can I…?” he was interrupted by the sound of a soldier calling out to him from behind, he let out a soft groan as he pulled away. Raising from the ground with an irritated groan, you couldn’t help but feel disappointed as he pulled away 

“Captain wants to see you.'' The soldier spoke quickly, his eyes not leaving the field in front of him as if he was scared of Konigs now narrowed gaze.

He tilted his head with a grunt and that seemed to be enough for the soldier to give a frantic nod before scampering away, you couldn’t help but frown as Konig sighed, turning to you as he squatted down leaning into your ear as he spoke.

“We'll finish this later.” 

And you couldn’t help but feel like that was a promise.

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I love him sm 😩