#leliaverse

König has a life size, hyper realistic doll for a girlfriend. She's not a sex doll! He couldn't make love to her if he wanted to (and he does want to). Though she looks exactly like a real woman on the outside, vulva and all, she has no... entrances. She does have ball joints so König can articulate her limbs into different poses. He likes to watch documentaries with her curled up in his lap while he strokes her (real, human) hair. It's also helpful for when he's dressing her--he has a whole wardrobe filled with perfectly tailored clothes for his Schatzi. His favorites are the long, sheer nightgowns he changes her into every night before bed. They cuddle in "their" sleep--König is always the big spoon, his long, muscular arm thrown over her waist.

(Sometimes, when he wakes up in morning, he finds that he's made a mess of his Schatzi during his dreams, his cum drying on her pretty nightgown. He always apologizes profusely as he gently cleans her up).

His doll girlfriend is precious to him. He treats her like a real person, talking to her, buying her flowers and books and clothes and makeup, even serving her a plate of food at mealtimes. Deep down, he knows she's not real--but pretending that she is is the only thing that keeps the terrible, aching loneliness at bay. If it weren't for her, he'd have jumped in front of a stray bullet a long time ago. She is the only thing that makes him truly happy--the crazed, adrenaline-filled blood lust that overcomes him in the midst of battle doesn't even come close.

Honestly, at first, he thinks he's just hallucinating. It wouldn't be the first time--though usually his "hallucinations" about her are more just a trick of the mind, thinking he's seen her blink or smile, something like that. But here she is, not just blinking and smiling, but talking, and surely he's not that insane... right?

His second thought is that there is, in fact, a random woman in his flat that just so happens to look exactly like his doll. But he quickly dismisses the idea. The woman in his flat is wearing the same clothes he dressed his Schatzi in that morning, and the makeup on her face is the same look he struggled to recreate on her after breakfast, down to the crooked eyeliner. And his doll is nowhere to be found.

But what convinces him that this woman is his doll, that he's been blessed by God with a miracle, is that she looks at him without fear, and immediately takes his oversized body into her arms, kissing his chest because she can't reach his face. She gazes at him with nothing but love and affection in her no-longer-glass eyes--a look he's dreamed of seeing on her face a million times before.

I was thinking about my headcanon that König lost his virginity to an older prostitute at twenty two and immediately proposed to her (and was promptly rejected), embarrassing himself so much that he never visited her again. But now I’m imagining if he hadn’t proposed to her, so the experience had been more pleasant than humiliating (though he certainly still felt a lot of shame about it), would he keep seeing prostitutes?

I think he would.

them!!!!

König and Lelia from my fic, Mutter. Lelia can also be found in my other fic, Dove.

If she ever starts wanting to explore the world outside of König's- he'd be so anxious she'd leave him. Then unintentionally hurt her a few times, wanting her to be only his and stay in his house. Because of that, König's doll would slowly lose the will to live as a human and revert back into her doll self permanently. Seeing that life was more blissful before as a doll. Her bruises turns into cracks on her plastic/porcelain/ whatever her material was originally. No amount of fixing will return her to her original state and erase those crack marks (scars). König can only patch her up and pray for her return that will never come. Because this time, she truly left him for good.

(Or maybe he's nice and would never hurt her, what do you think? Sorry if I blabbered a lot, this scenario got me invested ^_^)

warnings: non-graphic mentions of controlling behavior/unintentional domestic abuse in the above ask

Anon this is SO good and SO angsty it broke my heart 😭😭😭 I know I'm an angst gremlin but I need happy endings so I wouldn't be able to pull this off... but there's no need for me to because you did it perfectly. If you don't write then you should definitely start!!!

That being said, since I love this scenario so much, I def can see the first part happening, at least. Though I would imagine the "hurt" König causes her to be emotional rather than physical, as he's so used to be incredibly careful with his doll so as not to break her (I always pictured her as her being particularly fragile, with her ball joints and glass eyes and all) that I don't think he would hurt her physically even accidentally (though I love that angst of that in your original idea teehee). And he definitely wouldn't hurt her on purpose.

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But he smothers her with his anxiety about her getting hurt in the real world, or discovering someone better and leaving him. He gives her anything and everything she could ever want... except for her freedom. He won't let her leave the flat--he barely even lets her look out the window. He avoids answering her questions about the real world, and gets visibly uncomfortable and dismissive when she asks to meet the teammates that she remembers him talking about to her so much before she came to life. And as a human, she can feel so much more deeply--and what she feels isn't the love and joy she expected to, at least not mostly, not anymore. Now, she feels mostly lonely, and trapped, and sad.

It's not so much an active choice to become a doll again, but when König leaves for another deployment, locking the six locks on his front door once again so she can't get out, she sits down on the couch, tears in her eyes making them look as glassy as they did when she was a doll. She sits there for days, not eating, not sleeping, as the will to exist leaves her. And as she sits, her body morphs. Her soft, human flesh firms and hardens, her bones grow hollow, her blood disappears, her heart stops beating. She slowly returns to being a doll, the only sign that she was ever human the silvery, painted tear tracks on her face.

She still feels things as a doll, but so shallowly that its easy to ignore the lingering sadness and regret. Time moves differently, too, and the weeks of solitude pass far faster, making them easier to bear. And when König comes home and finds her lifeless, his sobbing and pleading for her to come back to him only causes her the littlest flicker of guilt.

She watches through glass eyes as the man she loved loses his mind. Sometimes he yells at her unmoving form, screaming about her abandoning him, just like his mutter had--but most of the time, he cries, holding her close and apologizing for driving her away, for making her so miserable that she killed herself to get away from him.

Once, she feels a surprisingly strong urge to correct him--she's not dead, she's just not alive--but it reminds her too much of being human, and she retreats further into nonexistence to escape the memories.

She's not sure how long has passed since her return to dollhood when König starts to pull himself back together. But slowly, he returns to the man she had originally fallen in love with--the one who bought her fresh flowers every week, who cooked her food she couldn't eat just so she didn't feel left out at mealtimes, who dressed her in new, beautiful clothes every day, who painstakingly applied her makeup every morning and gently washed it off every night. Distantly, she notices that things are a tad different--he no longer serves her mushrooms, because when she was alive, she'd tried them and hated them. He always uses the cherry flavored lipgloss she'd eaten a whole bottle of, before she knew you weren't supposed to do that. He makes sure to cut the tags out of all her clothes, because they'd itched her something awful when she was human. And every night, when they lie in bed, he tells her how much he loves her, and how sorry he is he didn't treat her right, and how he promises he'll be better, if only she returns to him.

Part of her longs to, in a vague, unreachable sort of way. Similarly, part of her is scared. Scared he doesn't mean it. Scared to become a trapped thing again, with the whole wonderful, horrible range of human emotions.

But one day, those small changes give way to a big one. König dresses her, does her makeup, "feeds" her breakfast (chocolate chip pancakes, which she'd discovered were amazing when she was alive), and pulls something strange out of his closet--some sort of chair on wheels. He carefully arranges her inside of it, strapping her in so she doesn't fall out, and then--

Then he--

He--

He takes her out of the flat.

The hallway is the most glorious thing she's ever seen. And so is the elevator. And the lobby, and oh!--they pass by another person! A whole other person!--and then they're outside, and suddenly, it's the most devastating thing in the world that she can't feel the warmth of the sun on her skin.

But she can see it--the sun, bright and blinding in the pale blue sky, playing peak-a-boo with fluffy, soft-looking clouds. One is in the shape of a bunny, and she finds herself hoping fervently that she gets to see one, today. On the telly, they look so cute with their long ears and little, wiggling noses. König had promised to get her one, someday. She'd went back to being a doll before he could.

They're outside all day, and it's magical. König wheels her all over the city, showing her everything she's only ever seen through a screen. As the sun starts to set, he brings her to a park--she knows it must be a park because of all the grass and trees, while the rest of the city is concrete--and lays out a blanket, sitting a picnic basket on it and setting up a meal for them. Then, he sits down, putting her in his lap, and he "feeds" her all her favorite foods as they watch the blue sky turn pink and orange and purple.

warnings: hybrids, fluff, sfw

Most species of hybrids can understand human languages, and about half can speak at varying levels of complexity. Rabbit hybrids generally tend not to, though, as the species is naturally on the quieter side. König, for example, doesn’t speak in any human language at all, neither German nor English, though he understands both.

(Well, up to a point. Advanced concepts are beyond rabbit hybrids. Human scientists are still unclear if that’s due to a fundamental lack of ability or a common lack of interest).

Lelia, meanwhile, is quite talkative for her species, even if she only deigns to speak in two to three word sentences, and really only when she wants something.

(“Want König” has quickly become her most commonly used phrase, followed closely by “want cuddles,” “want treats,” and “want go shopping.”)

In a world where hybrids are more intelligent than animals, but not quite as intelligent as humans, the hybrids of domesticated breeds can't survive on their own. So they're kept as pets, like their animal counterparts, with hybrid specific shelters, vets, and even breeders (the existence of which is highly controversial).

König is a giant Flemish rabbit hybrid--he was bred to work in the military, and was incredibly good at it. But rabbit hybrids, for all their pros, are particularly susceptible to mental health disorders like anxiety, depression, and PTSD.

(There's a long history of Hybird Activist Groups challenging the use of rabbit hybrids in military operations, but so far, they haven't managed to get it outlawed entirely, only highly regulated. The giant Flemish rabbit is one of the only breeds still valid for military use).

König lasts longer than most of his kind, but by the time he turns thirty-three, he can no longer manage the mental strain of active service. A hybrid's handler would usually adopt them after the hybrid retires, but König's handler was a mean-spirited man with little patience for "useless vermin," so he was transferred to a shelter instead.

The shelter is loud and lonely, but he isn't mistreated. Nonetheless, the longer König stays there, the worse his mental health becomes. When it gets to the point where he starts to refuse meals and attack the other rabbit hybrids when they get too close, the shelter is forced to put him on the euthanasia list.

Luckily, Ghost was recently convinced by Price and Gaz to adopt a former service hybrid, in honor of their Task Force's late hybrid, Roach, now that Simon is retired and will have the time to take care of one. He takes one look at the hybrid that's even bigger than him, and knows he's his only hope--no one else would dare take on a beast like him, cute bunny ears or not.

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Johnny "Soap" MacTavish was dishonorably discharged from the SAS at age 26, mere months before Captain Price would have recruited him for Task Force 141. Soap's crime? Reporting a corrupt superior for abusing a fellow soldier, a hybrid under his command. A soldier who was threatened into claiming that it was Soap who'd hurt her.

Struggling with an overwhelming, constant anger over the injustice, and unable to find a job, Johnny falls into a deep depression, sleeping all day, barely eating, and never cleaning. In a perhaps misguided attempt to get her little brother out of his funk via some good old fashioned responsibility, Cora MacTavish buys him a designer Holland Lop hybrid from a well known breeder. (She has to take out a bigger loan than she did when she went to Uni, but for her little brother, it's worth it).

The little hybrid is tiny, adorable, and demanding. She sends Johnny's life into a frantic whirlwind as he scrambles to find everything she needs to thrive, including a way to pull himself back together. He manages it, barely, but her sweet cuddles and hilariously bratty thumps make him smile for the first time in months, and he realizes that she is what he needed.

Rabbit hybrids age at the same rate as humans, so at 18, his Lop--who is named Lelia, according to her breeder--is fully grown. She's a bright, friendly rabbit, and he can't help but spoil her. She doesn't usually take advantage of that fact, except for when she wants another treat, or for him to read her another story, or...

Well. Maybe she does take advantage of it quite a bit.

He doesn't care, though. She gave him a reason to live again---she can have as many treats as she wants.

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The first time the four of them meet, they're in the waiting room of the vet office. Lelia is on a leash (she has a tendency to run off if she spots something interesting), pastel pink with frills and bows on the collar to match her pretty outfit. König, meanwhile, is hunched over in a massive crate loaded onto a dolly. He's more of a flight risk than Lelia--a bite risk, too. In fact, when the vets try to take him out of his crate to put him on the scale, he starts fighting, kicking and thrashing as he stares at them all with big, frightened eyes.

Lelia's leash slips from Johnny's grasp as he reaches out to grab her waist and pull her close. She wriggles away and darts over to the frightened rabbit hybrid, hopping right into his cage. Immediately, the commotion outside of it intensifies, hands trying to yank her back out--but training kicks in for König, and he pulls the hostage lop bunny behind him, his ears flattening as he grunts threateningly.

Lelia chitters at him, scolding, but at the same time, she starts to pet him, sitting up on her knees so she can nuzzle her nose against the nape of his neck. He jolts at the context before relaxing instinctively, sinking further into the crate and still watching the humans outside it warily, but no longer looking seconds away from biting off the vet tech's finger like it's a carrot.

As Lelia continues to calm König down, Johnny and Simon are seconds away from a full-blown fist fight as they both try to protect their pets. Johnny's sure the Flemish Giant is about to crush his poor, sweet Lelia to death, but Simon is far more worried about the man with a stupid haircut currently trying to get through him to crawl into the crate after his dumb bunny. Besides, he knows König won't hurt her. Probably.

While voices raise outside the crate, inside, Lelia has crawled into König's lap, grounding him in the present. At her urging, he starts to pet her soft, floppy ear with one hand, while grooming her with the other, straightening her many bows and twirling her long, loose curls around his thick, crooked fingers.

Several vet techs are trying to de-escalate the fight between Johnny and Simon, but the one crouched in front of the crate watches the two rabbit hybrids with wide, awed eyes, unable to help but coo over how adorable they're being.

In the end, Simon and Johnny have to learn how to get along, because Lelia and König refuse to be parted for their checkups, and whine pitifully when they have to separate to go home. König only lets go of her when both humans agree to schedule a playdate soon, but Lelia clings like a koala until the nebulous "soon" becomes "tomorrow."

König swoons at her hostage negotiation skills while Simon silently judges Johnny for his hybrid's lack of discipline. Johnny is too busy cracking under the pressure of his sweet bun's cuteness, and her dainty, twitching nose is the straw that breaks the camel's back.

Lelia knows she's won when her human sighs like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders, and she hops off of König's lap and back to Johnny, smiling sweetly at him as she hands him her pretty pink leash, looking like the picture of innocence.