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konigofmyheart · 4 months ago

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long way down ᥫ᭡ pt 2

MDNI!

part 1

you enlist könig’s help in getting benji (your ex) back, but your grand plan might not go as expected…

(virgin fem!reader, implied age gap: reader is mid 20’s, readers ex is mentioned as destructive in the past + currently rude/a jerk. aside from that, general rom com silliness with könig! eventual smut in pt 3, i promise <3)

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ

you’re not quite sure how you ended up here, enjoying a slice of pie across a giant soldier who looks like something straight from one of those hero comic books benji was obsessed with when you two were growing up. well, there was the reason: benji. he’s the reason you picked up that call from an unknown number, the reason you stayed on the line when a man that definitely wasn’t benji- someone with a more weathered voice, a faint sense of… resignation? lacing ever accented syllable- told you he worked with benji, which a quick pop quiz about benji’s birthday and appearance confirmed. you were a bit disappointed when he told you how he got your number- clearly benji was still very upset at you if he just tossed your letter away like that- and you were a little embarrassed to think of this man having read it, but maybe this was a good thing…

you stayed in contact with this könig guy, bit of an odd name, but he kept you updated about benji’s well being every time you asked. it was better than the radio silence from benji himself. your contact with könig became regular, phone calls and texts almost everyday for weeks, because you needed someone- anyone- to listen to your benji-centered rants, as your friends refused to hear anymore of him (for some odd reason) and könig already knew all the embarrassing details of your “relationship” from the letter anyway.

the daily conversations with könig actually turned friendly, telling him of yourself and your days and, in turn, asking about him, unable to help being intrigued by this enigma. judging by his age, he’d have to have been at this soldier business long enough to have good stories, and he proved this time and time again, weaving each scene so vividly it was like a movie playing in your head, narrated by his voice. you’d compliment him when he spoke of victories, and wince when he’d detail injuries, even the very toned down version making your skin prickle at the mere thought of experiencing such a thing.

from these long talks you pieced together that he was a pretty good guy, a teensy bit old fashioned and a little awkward sometimes, certainly littered with scars, but you couldn’t help but find that kinda cool. he laughed on the other end of the line when you told him your analysis of him, a quiet “thank you, schatzi” curling from the speaker to your ear. it was this budding friendship that made you confident enough to meet him at a cafe only a couple miles from benji’s- and könig’s- base, him enjoying his strawberry tart and you with your slice of pie…

if he squints enough, he can imagine you’re here for him. that you’re on a date night at this kinda shabby cafe because you missed him so much back home that you had to see him now, that should he reach out and take your hand, you’d smile instead of looking at him funny. that after this you’ll ask him to take a break from work and go back home with you, and he’d do it without question because what better way to live than to spend everyday in your presence, going grocery shopping with you, then making dinner for you as you talk about anything and everything from your spot on the counter, like- “how was benji this morning? he hasn’t gotten hurt or anything?”you ask. right. stevens is the one you’d want in those scenarios, the one always on your mind.

könig clears his throat, shifting slightly as he pulls himself from the hazy pool of fantasy, his knees reaching well across the tiny booth, caging your legs in on either side, something he kept apologizing for until you waved him off. you knew he didn’t have any other choice than to fold himself like that, your jaw almost dropping to the floor when he stood upon you walking in through the door. he’d told you how to find him, but “black mask” (which he’d told you he wore everyday, and you’d assumed he’d meant like those blue paper ones, but it turns out it was more of a cloth shroud, red streaks dripping down the front) and “kinda tall” didn’t really cover his exact essence….

you snap yourself out of your reverie, and he tilted his head a bit as if playfully admonishing you for not hearing him. “i said, he’s fine, but you had a plan? about ste- benjamin?” he asked again, his observant ocean blue eyes fully fixated on you. “ah. yes, actually! you said you seen some rom coms, yeah?”

“a few, only because horangi- you remember him, right?” a quick nod from you, your eyes sparking as you remembered all his stories featuring the legendary horangi, made könig smile behind his mask. “-he insisted i watch some with him after one of his girlfriends made him watch first. so, ja, i’ve seen a couple, but i don’t see what that has to-“

“did any of them happen to include fake dating?” you ask, your smile a bit tense as you look off to the side, waiting with bated breath for his reaction. he opens his mouth to start, closing it again and repeating a couple of times, until he finally says “you think that’ll make benjamin speak to you again?”

sensing possible acceptance, you’re back to fully facing him, your eyes practically sparkling as you make your case. “yes! i know it’s movies, but movies are based on real life, aren’t they? it’s only natural to think that he would get jealous if he thinks he’s losing me to someone else. i’ve tried reaching out to him and that’s all gone ignored, so the only logical thing would be to do the opposite: pretend i’m done with him… right?” you ask, looking up at könig with such a delicate-as-glass hopeful expression in your pretty eyes.

könig swears you’re a trial sent by some higher power, a test of his self control and reasoning. right now all he wants to do is kneel in front of you and beg you to forget stevens, to give him a chance instead; he’ll agree to anything you ask for, he’ll make it happen, just let him try- but that’s the problem. you want to try for stevens, and he can tell you won’t give up that easily. it’s a foolish plan you’ve proposed, really, but he can’t say no to you when you’re looking at him like he’s your only hope. call it classic male bravado or the need to help a pretty thing in distress, but “ja, i’ll do it”. now you beam at him, your smile lighting up the rainy evening outside, reaching out with your soft hand to give his a giant paw a little squeeze. “thank you, könig! i knew i could count on you.”

“so, as they say in these movies, what are the rules for this act well put on, so it’ll be convincing without overstepping your boundaries?” he asks, slipping his mug under his mask to take a sip of his now lukewarm tea. “oh, please, we don’t need all that! you’re a proper gentleman, and you’ve given no reason for me to not trust your judgment, so any scandalous hand holding is fine by me” you tease, laughing a bit at how serious he is. you can’t help but notice how different he is than benji. you can’t really picture benji asking anyone about boundaries, he’s more of a do first, apologize after guy, he has been since as long as you’ve known him- “cut it out, i was just making sure, schatzi. i wouldn’t want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable”.

“don’t worry about that, kö. i’m willing to do whatever it takes for this to work. we’ll be as sappy and clingy as we can be, without it causing you trouble at work, of course…”

“i’ve told you, it’s not exactly a by-the-book type of place. things are slow right now anyway, you can visit anytime you’d like. i’ll add your name under mine in the visitor log so you’ll be let in.”

“then we’re all set.”

“all systems go” he replies, indulging your offer for a fist bump.

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ

naturally, for your first visit, he got pulled in to a meeting that still hadn’t ended even now that you were parking outside. he managed to text you under the table, telling you he’d be out to greet you as soon as he could, that it was wrapping up already, apologizing profusely for the wait. you couldn’t help but be proud that his texts nowadays had zero spelling errors. when you first began communicating, it was as if he was using a toy phone, although the mashed letters made sense now that you’ve seen how big he is. you smile to yourself as you text back, telling him it’s no big deal before tossing your phone in your purse and heading to the door.

should you wait for könig? probably, but what if you could see benji and talk before even kicking off this whole fake dating sham? you wouldn’t have to bother könig, and you’d have benji back quicker. that’s the thought that makes you bold enough to get through the security check (the guard’s eyebrows almost go into her hairline as she confirms that, indeed, you are listed as könig’s guest), and then from there it’s only a matter of navigating through signs and helpful people who direct you all the way to the canteen.

you were just about to text könig to let him know you’d made it inside already when you heard his voice. “are you fucking serious? jesus christ- how’d you even get in here? you’re really so desperate you’re stalking me now?” benji asks incredulously, crossing his arms and standing as tall as he can as he looks down at you, his friends staring at you curiously. sooo he’s clearly still not over the whole break up thing. you should have known better than to expect he’d have gotten over it. before you can even answer, only getting a little puff of air out as you feel your face heat with embarrassment, he tosses his head as he looks at his snickering friends. “what did i tell you guys? i told y’all this one was like this, all clingy and-“

“i’m here to see könig” you cut in, steadying your voice as you tighten your grip on your phone. you sure didn’t miss this benji, the arrogant, rude version of him that always came out when you’d done something dumb. you can’t deny that it’s a bit gratifying seeing the way his face pales as he processes what you’ve just said, some of his friends mouths parting with surprise.

“könig?? ha, now i know you’re lying. where would you have even met someone like him?” you only have a second to mentally kick yourself for not settling on a meet cute story, torn between a day in the park or a cafe mix up, but you’re saved from answering by your new angel on earth.

“morning, men” came könig’s voice from behind you. you damn near lost your soul from that sudden surprise, the big guy being eerily silent despite his frame, and you were so thankful könig placed his arm around you as if to pull you close- steadying you, actually- ready to play the part of your new wonderful boyfriend.

“morning, sir! we were just talking to your…” pipes up one of benji’s buddies, carefully crafting his statement to corner könig. könig plays into it, clearing his throat and shifting on his feet as if he wasn’t prepared to say it, but now that they’re twisting his arm like this, well- “girlfriend” he supplies, and you put on your most convincing smile as you lean into him more. stevens has that expression on his face that he always makes when he feels the need to punch something. the various holes in your place’s drywall can attest to that, as can that little collection of ceramic bunnies you adored, before they became shards in your bin, hell, even that sketch you did for art class in grade school that he tore in half because he forgot to do his and you didn’t even remind him. he’s always been a little temperamental like that, a classic leo, he just feels a lot so-

“you ready for your tour, liebe?” könig asks softly, gently giving your waist a squeeze, bringing you out of your less than happy memories. “yes! i’ve been so excited to finally see the haunted vending machine” you gush, making sure to include a detail that would make stevens and his friends realize you and könig really do know each other, well enough for him to have even told you the legend of the old candy machine in the rec room.

nothing compares to the sense of accomplishment you feel at benji’s pointed glare burning the back of your head as you two walk away. maybe by tonight he’ll be asking for you back, apologizing for being so cold and rude! your heart flutters at the thought of seeing a message from him pop up on your phone again. “how was the drive? not too difficult, i hope?” it’s such a mundane, polite question, könig’s tone casual and quiet, yet the way he’s cupping your face and making you look up at him makes it seem anything but. you know it’s an act, that he’s laying it on thick because they’re still watching you two down the hall, yet you can’t help but feel a little flustered when he gently strokes your cheek with his thumb, his glove surprisingly soft despite being so durable. guess that fits with him, hm?

this lighting is brighter than the cafe’s, giving you a far better view of his eyes, blue as a summer sky, his pupil eclipsed with a rim of icy looking waves that make your answer catch in your throat- and just like that, you turn the corner and he’s quick to put a more respectable distance between the two of you, your cheek missing the warmth of his large hand. “wow, schatzi, you’re a natural at this. that pretending to get lost in my eyes thing was genius” he praises, his eyes crinkling behind his mask as he smiles at you. you duck your head under the pretense of checking your purse, collecting yourself before you look up at him again with an easy smile. “you know me, i commit to the bit every time!“

and commit you do… any time könig has a slow day, you’re there at base. of course, in truth, he simply stays up later every night, sloughing through paperwork and reviewing plans that he put off during the day just to spend time with you, assuring you he absolutely had time for your act. you’d scold him if you knew, but your visits have become beacons of light in his otherwise dreary days. you put on a five star show everyday, starting with könig presenting you with a beautiful bouquet of perfect flowers, fresh from a local market that you make sure to loudly ask him to take you to, relishing in the way benji grips his mug tightly as he watches you from across the canteen. you sniff the flowers and smile at könig with such warm affection when he rests his hand on your thigh.

you bring in könig’s hoodie a couple days later, playfully scolding him for forgetting it at your place when he visited (has he actually visited? no, but benji doesn’t need to know that! könig simply handed it to you before you left base the day before, exactly for this set up). könig damn near coos at you, a soft “oh, liebe, i left it on purpose so you’d wear it to bed and dream of me. you looked so cute when you were almost drowning in it the other day” he quips back. the blush that blooms on your cheeks isn’t entirely fake… you’d never imagined könig saying something so cheesy, certainly not to you, that must be why you’re flustered. either way, it’s effective because benji instantly announces to his friends he’s gotta go, quickly exiting the rec area.

you could even swear benji’s about to pop a blood vessel when he sees you and könig “messing around” in the gym, könig having angled his head and bent so it seems he was just finishing kissing you when stevens walked in, a breathy, giggled “oops, we have to be more careful, baby” dropping from your lips as you pretend to be embarrassed about being caught making out with könig, making a show of brushing his hand away where it rests scandalously low on your back. you smile at könig as the loud thud of benji practically launching his bag at the floor sounds through the room.

könig truly surprises you with how committed to the act he is, performing as the perfect boyfriend every week. he gets you your favorite snacks, gets comfy throw blankets for you to use when you hang out on the weathered couch in his office, sets up a little speaker and projector so you can amuse yourself when he gets suddenly called to a quick meeting, cooks for you on days you don’t want to eat in the canteen,- he even introduced you to his friends a couple days into your “relationship” and everything! you can count on one single hand the amount of words benji’s friends have said to you, and you’re like 95% certain they don’t even know your name, yet horangi and stiletto are so kind to you.

when you first met, stiletto made a show of loudly whispering “how’d this old man score you, bella? you can tell me if he’s paying you” as horangi frisked könig, saying he was checking to make sure könig didn’t have some love spell he was using on you. könig rolled his eyes, shooing stiletto away from you, gallantly making himself their sole target. “oh c’mon, it’s not everyday we get to have fun like this, right?” she’d complained, waking over to nudge horangi. he was about to answer when könig hooked an arm around each of them, a grumbled “you two have fun at my expense everyday” leaving him before the three launched into a playful scuffle, gripping and shoving at each other. you can’t help but laugh, it’s like watching three big guard dogs romp and play like puppies.

könig’s got height on his side, though, able to capture them in a gentle headlock. “oh, don’t be so hard on them, kö!” you giggle, not even noticing benji’s walked in to the canteen behind you. könig instantly releases the trouble makers, straightening up like- well like a scolded puppy. horangi and stiletto look at könig in awe, then over to you. “where have you been all these years?? we’re gonna need you here 24/7 as the official könig handler!” horangi jokes, earning a quick slap upside the head from könig. you spent the rest of that visit chatting with them, getting an inside scoop on könig’s most embarrassing moments in the field. he didn’t even mind the stories, not when you were laughing like that, you’re entire face lit up as you leaned in to him, teasing him for that time he accidentally brought a little shack tumbling down around him when he stood to full height.

a couple weeks after your first meeting, they’re cheering you on as you punch at könig’s hand, the three of them having insisted you at least learn a little self defense. “every woman should know how to fend off a creep if need be, bella. you might even be able to help someone out, too”, stiletto assured, and that’s what replayed in your mind every time you got a bit tired or thought of calling it for the day. könig’s praises every time you landed a particularly hard hit also helped- more than you’d like to admit, really. when you actually managed to finish a full set, a long series of consistent powerful strikes and punches at könig’s hands, he caught you up, effortlessly spinning you around. you laughed and clung to him, grinning at his loud “that’s it, schatzi!”

you’re still glowing with all three of their praises as you head to the canteen, having insisted on getting them a cold refreshing drink since they’d worked out far harder than you, lifting and squatting giant weights that made your jaw drop. könig had reluctantly agreed after asking if you’re sure you didn’t want him to be the water boy instead, and you found yourself amused at the storm in his eyes as he debated between being a chivalrous hero or putting a vote of confidence in you. really, what’s the worst that could happen just walking a couple halls and back?

you quickly found out on your return trip, almost dropping the four ice cold bottles of water cradled in your arms when you rounded the corner into benji. in true, classic benji fashion, he quickly took control of the moment, exuding smugness as he crossed his arms to look down at you. “you can drop the act already. i can tell it’s fake… or at least only about as serious as we were. you’ve never once stayed the night here, and he hasn’t stayed at your place either. he’s never been signed out of base at night- i’ve checked. was i supposed to believe you’ve finally stopped being a prude just for that old man?” he sneered, smirking as if he’d caught you. he had, but you weren’t about to let all the work you and könig had put into this scheme go to waste for nothing! the coolness of the bottles helped you steel yourself as you coached your face into a relaxed expression. “it’s really none of your business, but since you’re apparently so consumed by concern, i’ll inform you that i am staying with him. tonight, actually.”

it was like you’d dropped a bomb in this harshly lit hallway, benji’s eyes narrowing at you as he gauged if you were truly serious. it had always stung a little anytime benji forgot things about you, as if your preferences and stories weren’t worth remembering, or when he couldn’t tell how you really felt, as if you weren’t worth understanding, but now you were thankful for his lack of care and insight. it’s what made every moment believable in his eyes, and he must have bought this lie too, or else he wouldn’t have called out a “if you get tired of trying to keep his cock up tonight, you know where to find me” after you, his gross attitude making you cringe as you walked quicker, wanting to be back with könig and his friends.

the metaphorical tendrils of the benji’s jealousy wove around you as you walked back to the gym, making you wonder if any of this was right or even worth it, but that all faded away to nothingness when you found könig right at the gym doors, having apparently just stepped out. “you took a while… is everything alright?” he asks, your name said so gently at the end of his question, his voice soothing your nerves and worries. “yes?” you wince at the way it sounds more like a question than an answer, and könig tilts his head, his eyes sparking, saying he knows something’s up without having to physically say it.

“okay… so i just bumped into benji- he’s in a total mood, i guess that means our plan is working well enough… although, he said he’s sure we aren’t that serious since i’ve never stayed the night, so you see how he left me no choice, right? i mean, what was i supposed to say? just fess up without him asking for me back? there was no way i’d do that! all our work would’ve gone down the drain, so… i said i’m staying with you tonight- if you don’t mind having a roommate, that is. i’ll take the couch or floor or whatever, don’t worry, anything to see his face tomorrow when he realizes i did stay the night!” you finish a little breathlessly, your face warming from your rant.

könig simply laughs a little, nodding as he takes the bottles from your arms, his hands shaking the tiniest bit. “that’s perfectly fine by me. i’m sure horangi and stiletto will appreciate having you around longer. they’re already asking about the next time you’ll visit. it seems you’ve made quite an impression on those two”.

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ

that night, könig sighs at you from his side of the bed, tugging the blanket up to his chest. “don’t even think about arguing again, i already said it: if you sleep on the floor, then i will too.” you warn, having fought long and hard to wrangle this stubborn-as-a-goat man into the bed with you.

by the time you stepped out of his attached bathroom, wearing one of his shirts and some shorts stiletto handed you with a wink upon hearing you needed extra clothes as you were staying the night, he was settling onto the floor, the quietest groan leaving him at the soreness from the intense work out today. he really shouldn’t have done twice as many reps each set with the barbell than he usually does, but how could he have stopped when you were looking at him with such awe, marveling about how strong he was? that’s what he gets for trying to act like he’s still some tireless 20 something year old, the price of impressing you being the ache in his left knee and right shoulder. at this point, he’s really only got about 10 more years before the higher ups will start hinting at retiring from the field, sticking him in a full time desk job, each of his days spent in dreary paperwork and bland coffee and- your confused “what are you doing?” cuts through his wallowing, and he clears his throat as he looks up at you from his spot on the floor.

“going to sleep?… what else would i be doing with a pillow and blanket on the floor, schatzi? just step over me as needed-”

“oh, absolutely not! get up right now. how are you gonna sleep on the cold floor while i’m all comfy in bed? i told you i’d take the floor. it’s my fault i’m here tonight-“

“nein, you are my guest, so you get the bed. that’s how it works. i’ve slept worse places anyway” he waved you off, internally shuddering as he recalled the time the team had to sleep in the woods during a summer storm- everything was drenched and humid that day, and the swarms of mosquitoes were a nightmare-

“which is exactly why you should spend every night possible in a proper bed! we’d both fit perfectly! it’s giant.” you never knew he had it in him to be this stubborn and difficult; he’d done everything else you said with zero pushback, yet now he was sitting on the floor, arms crossed like a kid throwing a tantrum, refusing to take the bed. it’d be laughable how you two were bickering like a genuine couple if you weren’t so mortified at the thought of being the only one sleeping well tonight.

that’s how you ended up here, könig stiffly laying in bed next to you after he caved at your threat of joining him on the floor as well. he’d literally rather die than have you sleep on the floor, hell, he was worried if his firm mattress would be comfortable enough for you, but your soft sigh as you lay down soothed his worries. “oh my god, i love your bed. it’s so supportive, especially for my back after those exercises today-” you heard footsteps at the door, seeing the shadow of feet stopping right outside, no doubt benji checking to see if you really stayed the night. you made your voice a bit louder, making sure he’d hear that you were indeed in könig’s room. “-but, this weekend, can we stay at my place? we won’t have to worry that much about being quiet…” you say, employing your most flirty tone.

“of course, liebe. You know your wishes are my command; i could never say no to you.” könig replies without missing a beat, though you mouth a silent “liar” at him, still stuck on all arguing you had to do just a while ago, grinning as benji’s shadow fading from beneath the door-apparently he heard all he needed to hear. könig offers you a conciliatory high five, and now you give in, unable to just leave him hanging.

the two of you spend the rest of the night whispering about anything and everything, sleep slowly tugging you in and out of consciousness until you’re just answering him with muffled “mhm”s and sprinkling in an occasional “hm” for variety, trying so hard to keep track of his rant about star wars, but his voice is so soothing and husky with sleep, and the scent of piney earthiness that always clings to him floods your senses, making it impossible to stay awake. you smile drowsily at his hushed apology for keeping you awake, his soft “gute nacht, taube” settling like a warm spark in your chest as you nod off, a familiar pair of baby blue eyes sneaking into your dreamland.

the morning sunlight filtering in through the high windows on the far wall flickering across your face is what lured you from your dreams, a soft groan slipping from you as you pop your back just right before snuggling against your pillow, feeling the blanket pull tight around your body. you can’t remember the last time you slept so well, blinking the heavy sleep from your eyes and bracing your hand on the pillow to sit up- wait… your eyes trail upward, your chin now resting on warm, firm chest, your breath hitching when you feel könig’s arm tighten around your waist…

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ

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