It's Called: Freefall

Shoutout to @martinmylove for reminding me that I do, in fact, have a poetry account <3

When you burn the meadow to ash

Who'll be left to bury you

Beneath your destruction

Whose hands will dig your grave

When you burn the meadow to ash

Will your tears be enough to bring the flowers back to life

Will you beg for pity from those you pass 

On your path of destruction

When you burn the meadow to ash

And you are the only thing left in it

Will you wish you were gone too?

Will you wish you couldn't see the hell you’ve made

When you burn the meadow to ash

Do you think the loneliness would be a blessing

Will you finally breath in the peace

Will you relish being the prettiest flower left

When you burn the meadow to ash

Will your whispers heard only by the trees

No longer be real

Because no one is here to remember

You cannot wash your hands of their ash

Summary: Being socially awkward makes it hard to say just about anything. König is as socially awkward as it comes. Sometimes actions speak louder than words.

Part Two

Warnings: typical cod violence, some injuries, other than that it’s pure fluff.

Words: Way too damn long, oop

It’s super easy to overlook the aspect of comfort and love when it wasn’t smacked directly in your face. You happened to be as oblivious as a rock when it came to love and affection, which is why it was so hard for you to believe that someone truly enjoyed having you around. That was until one of the soldiers told you to open your eyes and take a glance at the little things. They pointed out how you had a secret admirer this whole time, and he had been right under your nose.

They told you that König had feelings for you.

KÖNIG IDLE ANIMATIONS

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creds dracisavampire on tiktok, but i found it on pinterest LOLZ

Imagine Ghost appearing behind you when some people are deliberately blocking your way/or something :3

worried Ghost

YK WHO THIS MF LOOK LIKE LOWKEY???????

part one

"This is exactly how it should feel when it's meant to be..."

To say that it hasn't hit König yet that he's married is the understatement of the year.

The man could barely believe his ears when you said yes. He was so damn excited he could hardly sit down afterward. You decided to put that energy to better use... in the bedroom.

König remembers the day, Schatzi. He remembers it down to the hour, minute, and second. He remembers looking in the bathroom mirror that morning and rehearsing his so-called speech. Poor guy was so nervous he had to set the ring down lest it fell down the drain.

He remembers the butterflies in his stomach, anxiety so strong that he could barely finish your delicious breakfast. ("What's wrong? You usually wolf down your food." "Ah, it's—it's n-nothing, Schatz!") You weren't convinced but decided to let it go. For the moment. And for that he was glad.

König remembers how preoccupied you were with washing the dishes. He was grateful for his training. He snuck up behind you to catch you unawares. He'll never forget when you turned and saw him down on one knee, a calloused hand holding out a ring. Your ring. He'll never forget the surprise on your face when the realization hit and the way your eyes widened and your lips parted in a silent 'oh'. The silence was deafening. mein Gott.

And you were shaking. Shaking just as much as he was. Shaking and light-headed and... and—oh damn, his speech! König was so tongue-tied he could barely form the words. Hell, he practically forgot what to say and so he settled for instinct, said the only words that filled his heart to the brim, and made each day better ("I love you. W-Will... Will you marry me, Schatz?").

And shit. Shitshitshitshit. You were practically a statue at this point. A shaking statue but still. Had he... had he overstepped? Did he overthink this? Oh shit. Did he... did he scare you away? Forever? Oh... oh no. Oh, this was a mistake wasn't it? Just... just say something, Schatzi. Say something so he'll know what to do next. Say yes. Say that you'll marry him. Please.

König stammers an apology, ready to stand and make himself invisible somehow but before he could do that you awkwardly blurt out a "NO—No, shut up and put the ring on my finger!" Oh. This... This is really happening? ("Schatz, you're—you're saying yes? You'll marry me?" "YES!")

He could barely put the ring on your finger he was trembling so hard. Emotions crashed down on König like waves and you practically jumped into the man's arms the moment you could. It came at the right moment, too. He thought his legs were about to give out on him. And so, you two were engaged.

It was cute the way his eyes would light up every time he saw the ring on your finger. It was cute when you'd turn and watch him watching you and oh, his cheeks are red!

You two never cared about extravagance. It was only you and a civil ceremony. And that's all that mattered. You'd tell the others later but for now, everything was you and König.

And yeah, he remembers the day down to the hour, minute, and second. He remembers the day you said yes and made his heart burst.

To say that it hasn't hit König yet that he's married is the understatement of the year...