If you accept reqs and are comfortable with more specific and personal stories, I have a request. I’ve been craving for this scene for a few years already, but sadly can’t write it as good as other authors. I think, if you feel like ever writing it - yours will be perfect.
Some regions in Germany and Austria have this culture of public bathhouses that are used for general health improvement and relaxation. Usually these are huge complexes with many warm water pools, saunas, smaller baths and areas, where one can just lay down and relax. Sometimes they are also old, filled with rich decor like marble statues, tiles, frescoes and stained glass. It feels like visiting a museum, but you are also soaking in a warm relaxing bath! These places would be my personal heaven on earth if not for one thing: usually these places require guests to stay naked. And while everyone act super-civilised, nobody stares, everyone’s just coming there to relax - it’s a full challenge for someone who is hating their body.
So my request is Konig (not a kidnapper, just a normal guy Konig) taking the reader to such a place to relax and maybe guiding her through the first hour, when all she can think about is that she’s disgusting and her body may bring someone down if they accidentally glance at her. And the worst part is that her body is just an average human body, so it’s all just in her head. So she tries to hide from everyone, even from Konig, tries to make herself unnoticeable. This request is sfw, I don’t mean this like “ah, he would just fuck the insecurities out of her”.
Please don’t feel pressured to ever fulfil this req, I see, how very specific it is and I will totally understand, if you don’t feel like playing around this situation.
I DO TAKE REQUESTS. I think I need to be more open about that. I am very open to asks. When I'm active. I'm active now, so I'm open to requests and asks rn. Especially because this gives me a break from another fic I'm working on. Hopefully it'll be finished in about... Four to five months? I hope. We'll see!
Anyways, I think this is great, so lemme think how it would go...
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König had been persistent since the beginning. He'd extolled the virtues of the spa as though it were some Meca that everyone had to visit at least once in their life. He was convinced it would do you a world of good, if not for your self esteem than for your physical health. You thought it sounded like 'sweating out your humours' from medieval times, but he was adamant about the supposed benefits.
Unfortunately for you, you had low self esteem and König had the startling ability to bulldoze any complaint you had until you'd finally thrown up your hands and accepted fate. König was going to drag you to a sauna, and there was nothing you could do about it.
You knew about the clothing requirements. Or rather, the lack thereof. You'd begged for him to at least let you wear a bathrobe, but he warned you about the risks of overheating.
"Why are you so worried?" König laughed, "it's just a sauna. Are you worried people will look at you?"
"Um, yeah?" you scoffed.
"Staring is impolite," König said, "you know how strict us Austrians are about being polite, right?"
"It's not that I'm worried about being stared at," you sniffed, "I have a problem with being perceived."
"Well, I think I perceived you plenty last night," König muttered.
You thwacked him with the back of your hand, "Oh shut up! That's not what I meant and you know it!"
König laughed, "Es tut mir Leid."
"Stop talking in German!" you huffed, "you know I can't stay mad at you when you're so hot."
"Ich weiß, mein dummes kleines Häschen," König grinned and pinched your cheek.
"I picked out 'little rabbit' and that's about it," you grumbled.
"You'll get it eventually," König said, "and when you do you'll hit me with your slipper more."
"Maybe I should do it every time you open that fat mouth of yours," you grumbled, "preemptive measures and all that."
"I'd like to see you try," König said before taking your hand in his and kissing the inside of your wrist, "now come on. Let's get ready to go."
---
You sat on the bench, shrinking at every little sniffle and cough you heard as you sat beside your husband.
König was sprawled out, arms behind you and his legs spread until he barely fit on the towel beneath him. His eyes were slit shut, his head tilted back as he absorbed the steam.
You wanted to sink into the towel beneath you. The sauna was mostly empty, save an elderly man and his wife chatting about old memories (from your limited understanding of German) and a young woman coated head to toe in striking black out tattoos. Everyone looked nothing but peaceful as they relaxed in the sweltering heat.
It was so hot in the sauna that you felt like you could smell the heat, but König only laughed at that when you'd muttered it to him.
You tried covering your body in various ways as subtly as you could, but from the way the tattooed woman raised a pierced eyebrow at you, it seemed as though it wasn't working in the slightest.
You felt miserable. All of you was on display. König had insisted on you using the towel as a seat instead of a cover, claiming something about being sanitary or whatever. You wondered why you ever listened to him in the first place. Why did you even come anyways?
You sighed. You genuinely wondered what you were even doing. You should never have come. You didn't belong in a sauna. People like you weren't meant to be on display. Not like König.
König was nothing but a marvel to behold. The military had shaped his unruly teenage lankiness into a thick, blocky physique, one with sharp muscles and a soft layer of padding over his middle, and from the span of his muscular chest a thick trail of hair led to his startlingly prominent manhood. Even for his height and breadth his cock managed to look too large on him. He oozed a heady masculine confidence and strength and he didn't even have to try. In fact, you had the secret feeling that he liked being able to show off like that.
Or maybe that was just jealousy speaking. You knew König better than that. He wasn't the type to enjoy being in public spaces in the slightest. He always tried to blend in, or as much as he could anyways. Unfortunately, he was never quite granted the luxury of conformity.
You took the older couple's lead and leaned in to whisper into his ear.
"I think that woman's looking at me," you said.
König sleepily opened one eye, then rolled his head to the side to reply, "No, she's reading the sign above your head."
"How do you know she's not looking at me?" you asked.
"Her eyes are going side to side," König said, "she's reading."
"Oh," you once again adjusted your position into another awkward attempt to cover yourself.
"What are you doing?" König asked.
"I'm just trying to get comfortable," you said.
"Really?" he raised a thick eyebrow in languid disbelief, "I don't think I've ever seen you look more awkward."
"Well, maybe that's because I'm naked and in public and I look like this," you hissed.
König's brows scrunched together, "What do you mean, 'like this'?"
"Exactly that," you whispered back, "I look... I don't look like anybody else here."
"What," König snorted, "old? I hope not."
"Like a supermodel," you retorted.
König took a deep breath and sighed heavily, "You look stunning. Always. How many times do I have to tell you that?"
"Well, it would be nice if I could actually believe you," you sniffed.
König wrapped an arm around your shoulders, "You're fine, my love. You're overthinking again."
"No I'm not," you huffed.
"Oh now I know you're overthinking," König snickered, "I can see the steam coming out your ears."
"You can't seriously be telling me that I look fine," you whined.
"But you do," König insisted, "you're the perfect shape as you are. If you could only see yourself through my eyes..."
"I'm just worried people are judging me," you admitted.
"For one, no staring," König chuffed, "rule number one around here. For another, trust me. You are not ugly or weird enough to ignore rule number one."
"Says who, you?" you snorted.
"If you were actually that ugly, which you aren't, you would know for a fact that you were getting stares," König muttered.
"But I just-"
"You look stunning," König rubbed your shoulder gently, "perfect."
"Really? Compared to you?" you scoffed, "you're like, well..."
"I am?"
"Incredible," you breathed, "just incredible."
"You think I look that good?" König asked with a cheeky smile.
"Well, duh. Just look at you. You're... You're..." you shook your head, "you're perfect. And then beside me, I just look..."
"Like the perfect partner," König said, "you look just as good me. We make a good couple. We'd make cute kids."
"Me? You're seriously saying I look as good as you?" you asked.
"Did you not hear me?" König frowned, "cute kids. We should make some."
You swatted him gently, "Later conversation. Insecurities now."
"'Insecurities now', she says," König mused, "completely ignores anything else."
"König!"
"I know, I know," König chuckled under his breath, "but look. I look good, you look good."
"But it looks weird!" you complained.
"No? It doesn't?" König chuffed with a confused smile, "stop thinking. I can hear your cogs turning, Dampfmaschinenmeister."
"What does that even mean?"
"You think too much."
"Ugh," you groaned, "you're literally the worst."
"You're producing more steam than the ovens."
You rolled your eyes.
König nudged your side.
"What?"
"Look. You're not covering up so much," he said.
You looked down. In the heat of your bickering, your body had completely relaxed. Looking around, nobody was looking at you. The old couple was still laughing and chatting away, the tattooed woman had been replaced by a man who, to your amusement, was subtly trying to tamper down his envy as he glanced at your giant husband.
"No staring, huh?" you muttered.
"What?" König scanned the room, "oh, well, I'm used to it. Social etiquette doesn't apply to freak shows. I don't blame them... Anymore.
"Anyways, what can you do?"
"You just..." you blinked, "don't care?"
"I had to get used to it when I took communal showers when I enlisted," König said, "think about it this way: nobody''s going to look at you when I'm sitting right here."
You chewed your lip, "Fair point."
"I just wish he'd look up a bit," König muttered.
"I don't blame him."
"What?" König huffed, "you're supposed to be on my side here."
"You'd be angrier if I lied to you," you said.
König sighed, "I would be."
You felt a bit more comfortable knowing that people were far more concerned about your husband's appearance than you. Occasionally you'd get glances, but you quickly realized they were less concerned about how attractive you were so much as they were busy trying to figure out the logistics of size. In all fairness, you'd been in a similar position once many years ago.
The sauna turned out to be a rather comforting experience. You had to admit that König was right; the sauna left you feeling refreshed and ready to take on a new day. König was more than happy to tease you about it for the rest of the day, but you couldn't care less.
You'd learned something valuable in the sauna.
You could be as ugly as you wanted; nobody even noticed you because of König's cock.
---
Sorry, I got carried away with the joke at the end. I just think it's really funny to think that you never have to worried about people staring at you when you're beside König. Like, let's be honest, that man attracts stares like he's a lightning rod. A very tall, broad, lightning rod.
Trust me, nobody cares about what you look like. They're too busy staring at your husband.
EDIT: Btw yeah it should be obvious that I take personal requests and asks, ye. The more details the better, imo.
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Okay so what about Simon who's readers uncle and reader taking a vacation to visit him but him not being able to take leave and reader (let's suspend pit disbelief here) hangs around base to be around Simon more. Maybe they're the only family each other have. Maybe touch starved but shy!reader maybe Simon notices and gets more affectionate. Maybe some recruits see reader as Simon's weakness and give them a hard time and cue protective!Simon.
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Pairings - Platonic! Simon Riley x reader
Word Count - 1.5K
Warnings - little bit of angst but quick comfort.
Author's Note - I LOVE suspension of reality in writing. it's not quite what you asked for but I think it'll hit the same spots. Anyways enjoy!
My requests are open! Masterlist
Ghost didn’t have a family. He didn’t have somebody on his file to call incase of emergency, he didn’t have somebody to collect his body on the inevitable day that a bullet would finally find his skull. However Simon Riley did. Simon Riley did have somebody on his file. Simon Riley was an uncle to a little kid that Tommy and his wife left him after they passed in an accident. Simon Riley did have somebody to collect his body, which is why he fought so hard to keep it alive and breathing. Except, you weren’t so little anymore. You were growing every second, especially as you strided towards Simon at the gate exits of the airport.
“Uncle Si!” your voice rang out in the crowd, he’d recognize it anywhere. The same tall-tale pitch that haunted his dreams whenever he was far from home, the one that brought him back. Your arms suddenly wrapped around his chest in a burly hug that the man should’ve expected. Your bags were long abandoned at your feet.
“Nice t’ see you too kid.” The man gruffed out as he ruffled your hair. “Flight go okay?”
“Yeah there was a bit of turbulence, nothing too ugly.” You responded as you let eachother go from the embrace. “Why’d I fly out to your base again?”
“Because I wanted you to see what the big kids do here.”
“Hey! Don’t go all recruiter on me!” You shot back. In the deepest parts of his heart, something broke in Simon. He would never want this life for you, it’s why he ran to the farthest parts of the world, to make sure you don’t see what keeps you safe. He swallowed his worries as the sound of his trunk slamming brought him back again.
“Go somewhere besides here?” You questioned as you both entered his car.
“Hm?”
“Want to go somewhere besides here?” You spoke again, an eyebrow raised.
“Yeah, just give me a minute to start ‘er up.” Simon spoke again.
“You and this old girl.” You laughed as the engine of Simon’s old truck roared to life.
The drive back to base was silent, save for Simon’s vintage rock playlist that overpowered the sound of the engine as you drove. You didn’t miss how he slipped on a mask once you pulled up to base and the man let him in, without even needing his ID. He let you unpack your belongings in the 5-star hotel bedroom that was a spare barrack room. You both caught up over dinner before he sent you to bed.
“Simon, I’m not tired I swear!” You whined as your eyelids fluttered with the promise of sleep.
“I don’t have a bedtime story for you.” Simon spoke as he walked you into the room, he bristled at the idea of you sleeping here, somewhere that he only found a base level of comfort in.
“Good, your bedtime stories were always scary.” You responded as you got under the covers.
“Lights out, kid. One of my sergeants will come and pick you up in the morning. Don’t wander too far from him.” Simon said as he turned around to flicker off the light, but you were already asleep.
Morning came early as a fist banged on your door, rowdy laughter barely contained by the frames of it.
“Wakey Wakey Riley Jr!” A deep voice called out, one you only recognized from years of being around it.
“I’m up.” You clipped, not ready to deal with the twins of terror. You swung open the door, still clad in your comic pjs and a loose hoodie.
“Aye there’s the little lassie.” Johnny grinned as he saw you. The Scotsman leaned on the left side of the door as Kyle leaned on the right.
“We’ve been tasked with babysitting you today.” Kyle said softly, noticing how you turned away from the brashness of his fellow man. A groan left your lips as you walked into the bathroom, leaving to brush your teeth and collect your bearings for the full day ahead.
Even over the sound of running water, you could hear Johnny looking through your open belongings. A sharp shiver running down your spine as you heard the crisp crackle of a book spine giving away.
“Don’t touch that!” You barked out as Kyle gripped the photo album, but it was already too late. Photos on photos spilled out, full of your adventures but an old polaroid was the interest of the twins.
Johnny swiped it before you could. The two sergeants holding it just out of your grasp as they studied it.
It was definitely an older photo, but a fonder one. Simon was holding the camera in a selfie position, his mask long gone and a glimmer still in his eyes. The man’s buzz cut blonde hair was grown out and he was smiling all big and gummy in the photo. Next to him was a scrappy looking kid, a few teeth missing but still returning the glow of youth to the older man. You were wearing a birthday hat as you held up a German shepard puppy in your arms, the unmistakable ribbon wrapped around its neck. The photo was captioned, ‘The Newest Riley :)’ with a few sharpie doodles on the edges. Simon looked down on you with so much love, the sergeants almost wondered if it was the same man they had bled with in the field.
As Johnny’s grip loosened while he studied it, you snatched it back. Kyle gave you the book willingly as he helped you pick up the photos. A sigh left your lips as you growled out to both the men.
“Don’t touch my stuff.” You spoke, both of them looking like kicked puppies as you set everything back on your bed.
You didn’t speak again even as you watched the two sergeants lead recruits in sparring. Your brain is filled with the memories of each birthday. Simon always found a way to show up, that birthday he had given you Riley, your treasured guard dog to protect you when Simon couldn’t. She was much older now but you still kept the collar and ribbon that Simon had gifted you with. The stink of the room didn’t even bother you now as you watched recruits slamming each other into the mats, the image of a younger Simon being one of those men made your heart lurch. So lost in thought, you didn’t realize that the recruits had been dismissed.
“Teach me how to do that.” You spoke. Kyle and Johnny froze as they exchanged a look.
“Now lassie-”
“Teach me.” You insisted, a fire burning in your eyes. Johnny recognized that same look in your uncle as he looked at you.
“I’ll teach you since Johnny isn’t the most gentle.” Kyle offered. You both made your way to the mat as Kyle talked you through it.
“Now I’m not gonna go too hard ok-?” Before Kyle could finish, his back hit the mat, your legs had shot out and taken out his own. You stood above him with an amusing look.
The sound of slamming against the matts bothered Simon as he passed by the recruits. They were leaving so who was in there?
His answer came as he walked in and saw Kyle’s arms around your neck in a chokehold. His body filled with panic seeing you in danger. You were stuck helplessly in the choke.
“Oi! The hell are you doing?-” Simon shouted out. Panic quickly filled Kyle’s body as he released you.
“It was the lassie’s idea-” Johnny was quickly shut up as a glare was shot at him by both of the Riley’s
“My idea of babysitting wasn’t throwing around my n-” Simon was then shut up as your voice rung out.
“It was my idea! I wanted to learn how to do a couple of takedowns.” You spoke. Simon didn’t respond as he motioned for the two sergeants to leave, the men scrambling out. A silence filled the air as you stared at him, the stillness of the room causing Simon to let out a sigh, his shoulders relaxing.
“Why? Didn’t I teach you enough?” Simon responded.
“I just wanted to have some fun-” Simon cut you off again
“That’s your idea of fun?” Simon shot back.
“Yes it is!” You faltered in your words and Simon saw straight through your lie.
“The truth. Now.” Simon spoke.
“I saw the recruits fighting and I just wanted to know what it was like when you went through it.” you said meekly, crumbling under the mans gaze. Simon’s heart ached again at that. He noticed how you crumbled away from him, just like you did on the first day he met you after the accident.
“Get up.” Simon said.
“What?” Your shackles are raised.
“Get up.” Simon said, you slowly got up only to be yanked into Simon’s chest. His warmth embracing you as your shackles lowered and you melted.
“I’m sorry.” Simon spoke into the silence. “I’m sorry for making you come here, letting you see what I went through. I’m sorry for not being there.”
“It’s okay.” You responded, “you’re here now.”
That would be for enough, for now. Simon may not be able to come home just yet, but he swore to himself he would as he imagined Price’s face when he asked for the transfer forms for a desk job.
Ghost and seeing your tattoos for the first time? 👀👀
UM OK, I see you, bestie! When I first saw this, I kept thinking of like a back tattoo - like a girl with the dragon tattoo moment. Love this idea! Thank you so much!
A/N: Reader assumed to be AFAB, minimal use of Y/N. I didn't get any more details other than this so I assume I have free range. But I hope you like this!
Warnings: Descriptions of nudity. Wandering eyes.
Request: Lt. Simon "Ghost" Riley x AFAB Reader w/ Tattoo
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Being stuck in decoy safe houses was always fun - especially when it was being stuck in a small one bedroom apartment with four other men. You were used to being the only woman in a team - but it was nice when there was another woman on the team. Either way, she was happy that in this case she was appreciated for her skill as a soldier, not as a soldier who was a woman.
Except for when there were wandering eyes.
Every so often during stakeouts, Y/N and Simon would play 21 questions - mainly to avoid Simon's cringey jokes. Simon sat a car down the street of the decoy safe house. Y/N was the unlucky member to be stuck in the rain, getting soaked.
"How many tattoos, you got LT?" Y/N's voice echoed through the comms.
"Just the arm."
"Just the arm?"
"You know the rules, L/N."
"Yeah yeah."
"You got any tattoos?" Simon wasn't even looking for the target anymore. He was watching Y/N.
"Yeah."
"Never seen 'em."
"How do I know you only have tattoos on your arm?"
"You calling me a liar, L/N?"
"I would never. You don't trust me, LT?" Y/N gave a shaky snicker, the rain and the cold was starting to get to her.
"Get back inside, L/N. We done for the day."
"Final-fucking-ly, LT." Y/N quickly headed back inside shedding her boots and various articles of clothing as she headed back inside and straight to the bathroom.
Too occupied with trying to figure out how to get warm water in the bathtub, the bathroom door was left slightly ajar. Simon walked back and forth throughout the apartment, updating Captain Price and and Kyle on their findings of their stakeout.
Almost walking past the bathroom, he catches a glimpse of something - red?
A towel wrapped around her lower body, Y/N sat on the edge of the bathtub, back facing the door. Simon felt guilty - dirty - for watching but-
A dragon?
His eyes focused on the base of the top of her hips, the back of her back covered in fine red lines, snaking together into a dragon. The dragon was curled around her torso. Y/N lifted her arms over her head, arching her back to stretch. God, such a sight.
Allowing himself to feel for a moment, in his chest and under his belt. His eyes wandered up her back, seeing the head of the dragon. It's green eyes contrasting its red body stared back at him - warning him - cautioning him.
He held his breath and took a step away from the bathroom, restraining himself - the tattoo engrained in his mind.
I think I saw you were open to requests for simon riley. So request for a simon riley x bartender!reader fic. Where they meet each other at a bar and simon’s smitten instantly because of how reader handles constant obnoxious remarks from people trying to pick her up.
Yesss i loved this idea so much nonny!! I will be posting the completed oneshot here in a little bit! It uh...turned out way longer than anticipated and just eneded up being a soft fluffy mess but I hope you enjoy haha. lots of banter, lots of fluff just ahhhh. i had such a blast writing it.
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Heya!!! I don’t know if you take writing requests but what about König at Oktoberfest with reader? I feel like he’d be like a giddy toddler or something🥰
Oh my gosh I love this so much. I needed to make something immediately because this is so good. I know it's a bit quick, but I hope you enjoy!
Also, to anyone wondering, I DO TAKE REQUESTS AND I LOVE ASKS. Please do not be afraid to reach out. Sometimes I'm slow to respond, but trust I do like them. Makes me feel special.
"W-Where is the Austrian representation!?"
You patted König's back gently, "Honey, it's a German celebration."
"It is, but it is also Austrian!" König huffed, "it's the culture! Not just one stupid fat bloated-bordered country that nobody even likes!"
"Actually, I like-"
"Where is the representation of my people?" König pointedly cut you off and gestured out to the crowd, "why is everything red, black and yellow?"
"Well, if it was red white and black that might cause some problems."
König peered down at you from behind his mask as though you'd just spat on his shoe. He narrowed his eyes and sniffed.
"Look, why don't you go and have fun?" you gently ushered him to the next stall of pretzels, "look, you love these!"
"I am not going to be won over by-Are those caramel pretzels!? We need to get one now."
You sighed, but obediently pulled out your wallet. If nothing else, it would at least get him to shut up about the 'lack of Austrian representation' for about five minutes before he scarfed it down.
The vendor was all smiles and cheers as you took the pretzels from him and passed one to König.
"Oh these were made fresh," he muttered as he took a big bite.
You nibbled on one and looked around happily. The world was abuzz with joyous shouts, the smell of fried food and blue skies bending above. Carnival rides were whirling in the distance in a clamour of bright lights and whirling machinery that made you dizzy just looking at it. Meanwhile, steins of beers were being carried around by cheery women with bright wide smiles.
"Are you looking for a beer?" you asked as you sat down at a wood picnic table.
"Or some sausages," König looked around hopefully, "there's bound to be some good ones."
"I think I see a vendor just over-"
"On my way!"
You watched the retreating form of your boyfriend as he bounded away, all social anxiety temporarily forgotten in his sheer joy. You never thought you'd see the day that König actually looked happy when out in public. In fact, he seemed delighted despite the cacophony of sights and sounds all around you.
You could see some pigs rolling on some straw in the shade in the distance. A couple of children carrying streamers pranced by as their nervous parents chased after them through the crowd.
When König came back, he had a sausage in each hand and was balancing a third in his arms.
"You got one for me?" you asked.
"Nein," König shoved the bun into his mouth, chewed, then without swallowing said, "you can get your own."
"Rude," you muttered more to yourself than anyone else.
"If you fill up on sausage you won't get a chance to have any of the good cheeses," König swallowed and thumped his chest, "fuck I need a beer. I'll be back."
Once again, König left you to your own devices. You managed to grab a few good pictures before he was by your side again, this time handing you a drink.
"So you do remember I exist," you laughed as you took a sip.
König belched and rubbed his stomach as he sat down, "Excuse me, Of course I remember! I just didn't think you wanted a sausage. Did you?"
You looked down at your half-finished pretzel, "Maybe later."
"We can get one later," König agreed before raising his bask to tip the rest of his beer back in three quick swigs.
"Jesus König that's like, an entire pint there," you muttered as he slammed the glass down on the table.
"Don't worry," König laughed, "I still have room for more!"
"You always have room for more," you grumbled as he finished the last of the second sausage.
"Well, maybe don't give me such good food," König snorted and took another bite, "anyways, today is a day to celebrate! Let's have fun!"
You didn't want to tell him that most of the fun you were having came from seeing what he'd do next.
"Why don't we do some carnival games?" you offered, "unless you're too drunk."
"I've only had three beers," König shook his head with a scoff.
"Correction: You've had three pints of beer."
"So?" König finished off the sausage and held out a hand to help you stand, "now come on, there's a booth I see over there. We need to go!"
You laughed as he tugged you along behind him. It wasn't often that you got to see König so happy out in public, but you never wanted to see the end of it.
You said before that könig is a big baby when he's sick, how does he react to us getting sick? Does he try to be helpful or does he avoid us like the plague lol
Okay so König has no qualms with sickness. This man has been coated in every bodily fluid at some point in his life (and yes I do mean every, he's lived a pretty interesting life) so he is more than fine to handle you.
However, he's a nightmare because he won't let you just relax and be sick. No, König is the king of old wives tale cures. When the day starts, he's forcing you out of bed to brush your hair and teeth because dammit neglecting self hygiene is not an option when this man is living in your house. If you exercise or do stretches in the morning, you just bet that he's making you stretch when you get up. If you exercise, he won't force you to the gym but he will take you on a short walk to 'get some fresh air'. Little does he know that the streets of the city do not count as fresh air in any way whatsoever. His Austrian ass is opening every window in the house to get airflow for you. He's a nightmare.
He's also cooking for you. Thank the heavens he has some common sense to not give you what he eats when he's sick. He'll cook something light and easy for you that won't upset your already weak stomach. He's a devil about making you eat though. He'll force it down, one way or another. At least he'll try until you shove him away. Speaking of, he will try to feed you because he thinks it's romantic and sweet, despite the fact that you look like actual death.
He's determined to keep you clean and fresh. This means he's changing your bed while you're in the bed. It's a bit obnoxious but he just cares about keeping you clean. This also means he runs baths for you or helps you stand for a shower. If you're really unable to leave bed, he'll give you a sponge bath because you're not going to be sitting in sickness.
He will totally cuddle you though. He has no fear of getting sick, after all. He's got a ridiculous immune system. Whether this is from him being naturally strong, or if it's because of his time in the military or from his habit of eating expired food, you'll never know. I'd say you shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth and just accept his cuddles.
There's only one (1) downside to König cuddle sessions. He's hot. No, not like that (yes like that), but like he's a human furnace. It's awful. He's holding you right up to his chest when you get a hot flash but he's fallen asleep so you're trapped in place, sweltering against him.
That said, it's nice to have him around. He'll tell you about his day when he gets home and he'll watch your comfort movies with you (and he'll talk through them because he's an old dad at heart) and he'll keep you well cared for. He's a good partner after all.
How would konig behave with reader being mad/upset w him??
Okay so this goes two ways. One is when he doesn't think it's serious, and the other way is how he is when he genuinely thinks there's a major issue.
So if it's something small and you tell him that it's something small, he will be a total ass. Like, he digs his heels in and gets all stubborn and grumpy about it because he's the man of the house and it's his way or the highway (read: fix it yourself). If you can't fix it yourself, he'll help, but he'll be complaining the whole way like an angry old man. He's an angry old man at heart, and I believe in this headcanon deep within my soul.
So if it's small, he just is annoying to deal with because he's stubborn and grumpy. He'll budge if you really need him to do something, but he won't be tripping over himself to make it up to you.
However, when it's something serious (a 'we need to talk' type of conversation), he will be the one to make you talk. You can't avoid an insertion specialist. He will barge into your life and there's nothing you can do about it.
Like when he's angry (as discussed in this post) he will sit down and talk. If you need space, he'll give you space, but he expects you to tell him when you're ready to talk. If you try shaking him off and don't tell him the problem, he can't help you. If you don't say what's wrong, he can't read your mind so he can't help. He's a man, not a magician.
He is a good listener though. He'll listen to what you have to say and he'll try to find solutions. If there's something he needs to change, he will either do his best to change or, if he can't, he'll be honest with you and try to find another solution. He's a firm believer in compromises in relationships.
So ultimately, if it's something like 'König please stop hogging all the blankets' he's going to consider that a you problem. An issue not an ish-me, ya feel? If it's something like 'I don't like it when you do x because it reminds me of y', then he'll be there to hash it out and figure out solutions. He's too practical to be in that sort of drama.
Fundamentally, if it's a big issue, he'll do what he can to make things right. He values relationships more than most, so he'll do what he can to treasure his relationship with you.
