#horangi cod

Cod art dump (BUT IT'S NOT SOAP)

I have no idea what "yeobo" means or if it's even a real word... I was too lazy to look it up at the time 😭

That one trend about the 'Would you love me if I were a rock', Konig talking to Horangi that he'd still love him if he was a rock because they were going down a 'Would you love me if-' train.

And then it switched to Horangi petrified but it's positioned in a way that he is bring dragged away from something unseen, face in hidden pain. And Nikto is there, he's dragging Horangi away and he's facing the sky and he looked terrified, like whatever turned them into stone ate at him slowly and he couldn't fight whatever it was. It probably hit Horangi first, and by touching him and doing what a good brother in arms does, he doomed himself as well.

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HAD TO DOODLE THE LAST CHAPTER OF THIS AAAA <3

if anyone else wants to read Notice to Airman highly recommend!

Right kick, left punch. 

“RAH! IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?!” Horangi howled. 

Watching Horangi fight was like nothing else. The man was a firecracker that sparked and lunged when least expected. He flowed through fights! Extremely agile and heavy handed, Horangi was an expert in hand to hand combat. It made it even more maddening with how cocky and confident he was. 

It pissed him off just how nonchalant the man was when facing any enemy. No matter his opponent's size or reputation. Horangi knew he would come on top. 

Just how König liked it. 

Watching his lover fight was always a delight. He got to witness his talent and strength. Not to mention the tight sparring uniform he liked to wear when he knew König was present. 

He delighted in flustering him. Having no shame in openly winking at him as he evaded his opponent's jabs, or licking his lips while making eye contact. This was all an elaborate mating dance aimed at König.  

It was working. König, before starting his relationship with Horangi, would have been scandalized at his own reaction to this. He had never been comfortable about open displays of affection. Having grown up in Austria and not leaving until much older he had not been used to Horangi’s blunt flirting and advances. 

The man would openly stick his tongue down his throat if he would let him. Horangi had told him he was tired of hiding who he was and what he enjoys. He refused to be less than what he was and it had resonated with König. More than anything else he was proud of having König to call his. His prey, his King, all his. 

König and horangi from call of duty

Finished this piece this morning

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