To this day I still foam at the mouth and think daily of your 1295km fic, it was so beautiful, I just wanted to tell you that.

Love you no homo

Hi!! Omg!! Hello!! It's so funny to me, how this fic that was made solely because of the very shitty train ride to Vienna on the god-awful Austrian train and....yeah, I guess people really do enjoy train propaganda. I just feel like train rides are so much fun!! Konig gets his little room all to himself because he wants to sleep and doesn't want to talk or socialize with anyone, and he gets his military discount from the days he served in special forces - but of course, the reservation gets fucked, so he got himself a nice girl to fuck!! It's still a pretty non-coll ride, but they can fuck ass the want because they are literally stuck for 12 hours inside and, well, Konig wouldn't mind taking us to see his apartment in Vienna once we're in the city. Just for tourist purposes, ja? he is a gentleman, he won't leave a girl alone in an unknown city!! Does she know that a marriage visa is far better than a tourist one btw? I would really like to rewrite this in my more modern style because my first COD fics were literally created for the sole purpose of getting more confident in my English for the script writing classes.

okays so sorry if this is too angsty,buuutttt how do you think Konig from your "If you need to be mean" story would react to um...to lets say him and reader had a few kids and one of them is a daughter who is a hopeless romantic and speaks often about them,but he notices that his wife looks sad when their daughter speaks about things,and one night after their kids are asleep he asks her why she seems sad and the reader just gives him a tired smile as she's drifting off and says "I hoped the same when i was her age,she is so much like me...too much like me,she hasn't a chance,i just hope whoever takes her from us when she's grown up is gentle." Like how would he react to that,to knowing his love once had such pretty dreams,and that she expects their daughter to have the same outcome in love that she did?

Omg anonnn I am going to eat you like a pelmen.

This is my favorite kind of angst, when mothers see themselves in their daughters!! This is kinda personal for me, do this is why I usually don't picture Konig with kids, it would be too fucked up.

And the problem with Konig is that he is ultimately a traditional man who never challenged his views (only on topics like racism & homophobia because of the multinational nature of KorTac as a group), so he sees nothing wrong in his little princess marrying a man who would sneak her away and treat her like a treasure, but without giving her freedom. I mean, it worked out great for her mother, right?

Konig just _don't understand_ the problem, at all. Of course his daughter is like his mother!! It's good, actually, they need more precious gentle women in this world!! He would carefully observe her choices because all of their kids are a bit too spoiled, naive and sheltered, but he don't understand why his queen is crying every time her daughter scores a date from military school((

He would try his best to cheer reader up, maybe leave kids with famiky friends and take her somewhere nice, little vacation so she would stop being so sad. He'd spoil her with gifts because sometimes his wife is silly and doesn't see how perfect her life is. It's his job to remind her.

you/your anons have got me hooked on cyberstalker!König so here are some rando headcanons:

-will go through your likes on twitter and grit his teeth if he saw you liked a man/celebrities selfie, god forbid their a male friend because he will spiral into convincing himself that this is like cheating (you two have spoken once) and he has to do something about it

-if he saw you simping for someone casually he would have to step away and let his anger out in the gym because otherwise he would start weighing the pros and cons of murdering Henry Cavill or something

-has a dragons horde of items you liked/expressed interest in because he has a whole plan when he kidnaps you he would offer it as a way to calm you down. this plan is flawless obviously

-you liked a picture of cat ears and a maid outfit ONCE and he has jerked off to that mental image at least 5 times a week

-will try to get into the things you tweet about just to start a conversation but gives up halfway since he doesn't have the best attention span, tells himself that you'll just tell him about it when your together because he could listen to you for hours <3

-that is not hyperbole btw you once posted a video giggling at something your cat was doing and he has put in on in the background as he gets through his day

-has printed your selfies to cum on stare at because he can get headaches if he stares at a phone screen for so long (hes OLD your honor)

-everytime he likes a song/movie you enjoy it fully fuels his delusions that you two are soulmates

-has found your pinterest boards and already has a downpayment on a house that matches your preferred aesthetic perfectly

-kisses the screen when he sees your selfies. nothing to add to that its just something he does

-LOVED when the 'big boy' song went viral and saw you posting about loving it, again, you two are clearly soulmates

i didn't realize how long this is I am so sorry

Omg!! It's literally so perfect, you crawled in my head like a little bug and now you are munching on my brain and I would let you because you are just chill like that. Konig is an old-fashioned stalker who doesn't have time to literally stalk you, he is a busy man with a busy life, so he catches up with your socials instead!! More under the cut

He googles every term he doesn't understand, and reads recaps of whatever show you were watching, just so he could save time on actually watching it. He writes everything in a diary, every little detail because he knows a bit about internet safety from Hutch and he just knows that this precious data is far more protected in the front pocket of his vest, in a tiny and scrawny notebook. He saves every picture and prints it, just to see every tiny detail. Your favorite color, your favorite decorations. You like pink sanrio fluffy style of decor? He doesn't understand it, and don't see a point in just adding to the clutter, but he will buy you as much Hello Kitty and My Melody stuff as possible. Something minimalistic, but expensive? He understands it a bit more, and he is happy to finally use his money for something nice and not just beer. He would be grinning like a cat with the cream if you like video games -- especially the ones he likes, the violent action ones. He can't let go of the war even at home, and having a perfect game when he doesn't actually have to worry about being in danger but putting as many enemies down as possible is nice, really. You would have to explain the point of Minecraft to him though. The celebrity crush one omg!! Konig is insecure because if you like more normal, traditionally attractive male celebrities, he just knows he can't compete. However, there has to be something wrong with you if you really like Konig, so he doesn't mind - after you stop liking those celebs of course. God save you if you have some porn in your twitter likes - he would try to implement it in your sex life. Bondage? He already knows how to make really good knots. Cnc? It's basically your whole sex story already. He would never let you forget about every embarrassing little picture you liked, and he enjoys thinking of you as a perverted thing that needs some good punishment. If you do cosplay...oh boy. Even the most normal costumes are a good jerk-off material for him. Even if you cosplay male characters, he'd find a way to sexualize you -- it's not really nice of him, but this old man finally got what cosplay means and he is not letting go of this knowledge.

His soldiers think you're his wife already because he keeps your photo, a fucking collage of your photos, on his desk and a polaroid of you in his vest pocket. Poor ol' you, having stalking problems and not even knowing about it because he is too busy to actually court you.

sorry but I can't stop imagining old man König who's been obsessively stalking reader's socials using online phrases in the middle of battle.

*shooter misses him* "L AIM, BITCH"

*stabbing a man to death* "GET REKT"

Yes!! Exactly!! His recruits are terrified because their colonel went on leave for month, returned with a ring AND understanding of memes. He constantly jokes about having that unstoppable rizz, how he is totally lmao(he doesn't understand this one very well) about their rude jokes, and he starts to enjoy those very weird gen Z memes about death and depression and everything that his darling finds funny. "Sorry, I got zoomies" after literally slamming into a person and crashing them under him. "My wife allowed me to drink cola! Now I can drink cola and commit war crimes, yapiiii" as he slams another round of enemy mercs. He is a disaster now, joking about fucking minecraft each time he kills someone with a sledgehammer (he doesn't understand this one either) and he is actually quite sophisticated in reddit now. I cam imagine that the only site that he actively uses is literally just reddit, army channels and whatever else. He has been banned from multiple places because he is unsufferable in online drama, but he is very active at gun-related channels.

Horrible, horrible man.

I know you like soft König but

https://twitter.com/ultimatedoodles/status/1599245417639968770?t=hR2LsyI6Qhs6eh_Bvh1bnw&s=19

you've convinced me 😳

Imagine being on the wrong side of him, and being hunted down by this hulking behemoth. It would be a feral, deadly game of cat and mouse with a man who could quite literally deadlift you over his head and snap you like a glow stick.

You hear him cursing when you slip away, his voice echoing off the brick. Grating. Booming. You think you found the perfect spot to hide, and you wedge yourself into the alcove. Breath held tight in your lungs as he passes by, muttering curses in German, and snapping into his comms. It fades. Trickling out.

Then, it goes quiet. Deadly still.

You breathe a sigh of relief. He's gone. Still. You wait. And wait. Silence. Nothing. Gunfire echoes in the distance. You need to move, to put as much distance between yourself, and the Haden being slicing through the shadows trying to find you as you possibly can.

You start to crawl out, fingers scratching at the gravel so desperately that your nails tear, leaving streaks of blood–blood red eyes; a voice that sounds like a raw, festering wound–on the stone.

An inch away from your delicate, fragile fingers, a black boot drops. Another one. They're the length of your shins, and crunch the cobblestone, grinding it into dust.

The heft of him seems to shake the ground. It jars you. Your bones rattle. Chattering. Fear pools in your guts.

You look up, and the bulk of him seems to stretch into the infinite cosmos. Shrouded in black. A mask covers his face, and the sight of it reminds you of a pall. You shiver when the eyes cutting through narrow slits sharpen.

He climbed the fire escape, waiting for you.

And now–

"Du gehst mir auf den Keks," he grinds the words out, eyes flashing in red-hot anger. Victory. "But I've finally caught you, maus."

I love the smut but what’s the softest hc you have of Ghost with his s/o?? Like something mind meltingly sweet.

I absolutely adore your writing, like reading your stuff makes me smarter and cleanses my brain lmao.

thank you so much!!! 🖤

soft!Ghost is a strange realm for me. i thought about this quite a bit since i like painting the softness in shades of abstract and vague imagery so the reader can impart their own meaning to what each glance and interaction means, but this is probably the softest one i have. i'd only ever include this if i ever got around to writing from Ghost's POV:

–scent:

He likes the way you smell. Warm milk, honey-sweet. Soothing. It reminds him of this cafè he would always pass when he was boy, when he was real, alive, and broken only by his father's hand. When he didn't know what it felt like to claw his way out of the earth. A dead man with borrowed bones plumed with asphodels in putrefying marrow. Sheared with false starts and rot.

You make him feel like he's still Simon Riley, still clutching the straps of his backpack as he broke his baby teeth on the pavement, and grinned, cockily, up at his attackers with jagged teeth dripping blood.

(But the obituary of a dead man has no bearings here, not anymore.)

It sat on Crown Square. Sweet, yeasty. His mouth would water when he'd wander by, eyes glued to the shop window as he watched the old baker knead dough. The money he'd scrounged up sat heavily in his pocket.

It was off-limits, of course. It should have gone to his mum to buy them groceries (but he knew, even as young as he was, that it would only end up in his father's amber). Still. He goes inside and the overwhelming scent of sweets and bread make his head buzz.

He thinks of that when he smells you. The first time he sunk his broken jowls into a soft pastry. It feels the same, too–too soft, too good, too sweet for his bloodied hands to stain, his rotted teeth tear apart.

(But you let him. Over, and over, and over again.)

When you're fast asleep, he lifts his mask, presses his nose to your crown, and breathes you in. He remembers the scent of wet pavements, and the chime of a bell. The fear of being caught, the naughtiness of sneaking something too pure, too good for his dirty fingers to touch.

(Sometimes, he wishes he could hold it in his charred lungs for a moment longer.

And sometimes, he wishes he was still that little boy so he could stain your skin with the imprint of him so even when he's gone, you'll never be able to wash him away.)