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HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYY!!!!! 🖤🖤🖤

THANK YOU DARLING!! 🩵🩵🩵

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Hey there! If I read correctly last night, today is your birthday, so...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🩷🥳🥂

Hope you'll have a wonderful and amazing day ☺️

THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU SWEETHEART! 🥹🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 (Also, you know me WAY too well, throwing in a gif of my favorite operator like that... 😏😏)

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Imagine...

...Waking up next to Ghost in the morning, one of his muscular, inked arms draped loosely over your back. Those warm brown eyes slowly opening to stare sleepily at you, the faintest of smiles threatening to spread across his face. He mumbles a quiet "Mornin', love..." to you, sleepiness making that voice rasp in the most divine way possible, and you're smiling at him as you lie there until eventually he's smiling too, unable to help himself. A quiet "God, you're beautiful in the morning" leads to the faintest hint of pink in your cheeks until Ghost is suddenly very much awake and very much aware of just how good a morning it's gonna be... and before you know it, five more minutes in bed has suddenly turned into the whole morning just slipping on by...

☠️ TAGLIST: @kghostly @konigsblog @nixwolfe @konigsbeloved @konigslittleliebling @your-booklover-gal @konig-breedme @konig-brain-rot @graphicpepsi @konigsmissedbeltloop @konigsqueen @moronic-validity @wallwriterstuff

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Nobody would believe me if I told em but was playing some Mario Kart mobile tonight and... LOOK WHO IT IS. 👀👀 SOAP??! SIR??! 😳🤨

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Attention all! Our lovely Task Force 141 has partnered (temporarily) with KorTac to form a safe place for you to ask questions, leave comments, and share your thoughts with our team! 🇬🇧🇦🇹 Yes, you are allowed to be feral and flirty, but please remember that behind the masks are people too! Thanks, and go give us a follow at @asktaskforce141 ! 🫡😉

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Just some König angst I have coming up for you all... 😎😏 Not finished yet, but.. Enjoy this sneak peek!

As you continue to stare out the window, the words come out before you can stop them, your voice seeming almost hopeless. "We're fucked up... both of us... nein?" The tiniest hint of a smile tugs at one corner of your mouth, but there's no traces of humor in it.

König can feel his jaw clench at your words, and he knows you're right. Both of them are messed up, broken in their own ways. He's got his own issues and demons, and he knows you do too.

He lets out a deep sigh, his chin still resting on the top of your head. He's quiet for a long moment before he speaks.

"Ja. We're both screwed up. But... there's good in us too, right?"

"Is there?" you whisper, still staring out the window.

He can hear the defeat in your voice and it hurts his heart. He knows that feeling all too well, the feeling of being a broken, messed up person who can't seem to do anything right.

König tightens his arms around you, holding you a little bit closer to him, as if he could physically hold you together if he tried hard enough.

"There is," he whispers, his voice low but firm.

"I've seen it in you, even if you don't see it in yourself..."

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🇦🇹 König x Medic Reader Headcanons 🇦🇹

The whole ordeal was meant to start out innocently, believe it or not.

This giant boi had come walking into the medical bay after one particularly tough mission, sporting multiple lacerations across one arm and his face, along with a few bruises.

The way he'd sat there quietly as he waited for his turn, grumbling to himself in German, something about how he "doesn't need the hospital".

But when it was finally his turn and he'd seen you? Oh, this man was a goner, from the very beginning.

It was like a switch had been flicked, his whole demeanor changing in a snap.

Grumbling, stubborn 6'8" Austrian now becomes quiet, curiously observant patient.

"How did you get these?" you'd asked, gesturing to the cuts visible beneath the torn sections of his shirt.

"Die Mission verlief nicht gut", he'd simply responded in German, shrugging like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You'd been with KorTac long enough to have picked up several fluent phrases here and there, so you sort of understood him. Kind of.

You'd told him you needed to clean the cuts and bruises, and like a good soldier, he'd sat there and taken it, only wincing once, when you'd gone to clean the cut along the edge of his jawline, visible beneath the torn, ragged section of his sniper hood.

"Es tut mir Leid..." you'd hastily apologized.

The utter look of shock that passed over König's face when he heard you speak his native tongue-!

"Du sprichst Deutsch?" he'd grunted, trying not to crack a smile, to which you'd nodded and held up a finger and thumb inches apart, indicating you spoke just a little.

He'd seemed almost thoughtfully quiet after that, sitting and watching you as you worked.

Once you were done, König had seemed almost.. disappointed? ...that the time had gone by too quickly.

You'd dismissed him quietly with a gentle smile, telling him he was welcome back any time if he needed something.

And you better believe this man took those words to heart, quite literally.

Because not even three days later, he was back again, this time for just a small series of scrapes he'd sustained along the backs of his knuckles, presumably from a tussle with someone else.

"Ich würde den anderen Kerl ungern sehen, ja?" you'd joked in broken German, upon which König had accidentally cracked a grin beneath his hood, before he'd corrected himself.

"Your German is getting better, maus..." he'd answered, his tone unusually soft that day.

The answering blush in your face that little nickname had produced, that was a look König would picture several times in his head later that night.

From that point on, he would make it his mission to call you cute little nicknames like "maus", "liebling", "meine lieb"...

He'd also make it a point to try and find some excuse or another to see you throughout the week.

"Colonel, it's just mild allergies."

"Colonel, you're not bleeding, it's fine. Nein, you don't need stitches. Ja, I'm sure."

To which he'd insist "König. Und ja, it'll get better faster if you look at it, liebling, bitte?"

Everyone on KorTac's base eventually noticed how their Colonel had become a frequent flyer to the infirmary, their hushed whispers sometimes being overheard.

"Surely he can't be getting hurt that often?" "Is he clumsy, or is it on purpose?" "Maybe it's just bad luck...?"

Little did they all know, you were the real reason he kept showing up.

You yourself were sort of oblivious the first couple of times, until you eventually caught on.

König would even wait until your shift was done for the day, trying to appear casual as he leaned against the doorway to the infirmary, having to duck down a little due to his monstrous height.

Sometimes he'd bring you little gifts too, little things you could keep at your work station, or take back to barracks with you.

(The little stuffed brown bear dressed in a nurse's uniform was your pride and joy, always sat on display at your desk.)

On a more serious note, there was only ever one time he had scared the living shit out of you, when he had gotten really hurt.

A few of KorTac's best had been sent out on a mission, and König had been among them. When he'd gotten back, it was... bad.

You'd never seen so much blood in your life, and you weren't even sure half of it was actually his.

You'd spent that entire night (and the next) looking after him, surviving off coffee and pure adrenaline just to stay awake for him.

And when he'd finally opened his eyes a day later, even his badly torn sniper hood couldn't hide the soft grin that lit up this man's face.

"Mein liebling, sie sind hier?"

The light swat you'd given him, combined with the way your eyes shone with unshed tears, his gaze would soften so fast.

"I thought I was gonna lose you, Kö..."

"Nein, meine kleine maus, Ich würde dich zu sehr vermissen." came his gentle reply.

From that point on, the two of you were nearly inseparable; wherever you went, he would follow, and vice versa.

It would eventually reach the point where if anyone would try and mess with you, they'd very quickly be warned not to fuck with "the Colonel's girl".

You'd rather liked the sound of that, perhaps a little more than you should.

Being König's favorite person, that wasn't so bad.. right?

💀 TAGLIST: @nixwolfe @konigsbeloved @konigsblog @konigslittleliebling @kghostly @konigsqueen @konig-brain-rot @your-booklover-gal @konig-breedme @konig-is-bbygrl @koenigsbleachedshirt

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He's so ✨️ B A B Y G I R L ✨️

(Made a Ghost av on imvu 👀)

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🖤 𝔽𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕤? 🖤

💀 KÖNIG X READER ONESHOT 💀

You've somehow managed to wrap KorTac's most intimidating sniper around your little fingers, the man willing to go to any lengths for you. And now all you want is five more minutes in bed with him in the morning...

• fluff; implied light NSFW at the end

"Please, Kö?"

The words rolled off your tongue in a sleepy little plea as you stared up at him with big doe eyes, trying to coerce him into staying.

An answering laugh sounded from the tall man as he rolled over in bed, the noise trailing off into a groan.

"Mein liebling, I have to go, m'gonna be late..." he mumbled, though even from here you could see the poorly concealed grin turning up one corner of his mouth.

You rolled over onto your stomach, the edges of the bedsheets slipping down to reveal a slim peek of your backside, as you propped yourself up on your forearms, a lazy little grin of your own on your face.

König was known as one of KorTac's most intimidating assets, a sniper with deadly precision, very rarely missing anything he had aimed in his sights. Most everyone who had ended up on the wrong end of his rifle hadn't lived to tell the tale, but even those who had gotten close enough to him and had lived were rather fearful of the man.

And yet here he was, lying in bed with you, at his most vulnerable, the softer side of him a rare sight only you got to see. You'd had him wrapped around your finger from the very first day you two had met. The way you'd stood up to him despite his towering height, how unabashedly bold you were with him... it had unintentionally caught him off guard.

From that moment on, it didn't take very long for the intimidating man to find you more than a little endearing, keeping you closer to him than he'd let anyone get before.

"Mein liebe, bitte?" you tried again, this time in fluent German, hoping it would be enough to get him to stay. You watched as he slowly turned his head to look at you, eyes widening in momentary surprise before he sighed, a wry smile flitting onto his face.

"Cute, maus, but you know I cannot stay..." he murmured, his accent thick as he scooted a little closer to you, loosely draping one inked, muscular arm over your back, keeping you pinned to the bed.

You fixed him with your best pout then, eyes wide with a silent plea. This earned you another soft groan before König was chuckling, pulling you on top of him as he rolled over onto his back. "Come here, liebling," he said with a grin, seating you atop him.

Your heart skipped once, twice, in your ribcage as you leaned forward, resting your small hands on his bare chest, your face inches from his. "So does this mean I win?" you whispered, trying not to laugh.

One corner of his mouth twitched up into a poorly concealed smirk in response, his blue eyes fixing on yours. "No, Y/N, it does not," he answered, though your current position heavily suggested otherwise.

You very subtly shifted against him, earning a low rumble of warning from him as he raised a brow at you. "Mein schatz, what do you think you're doing?"

"Mm, keeping KorTac's finest sniper right where he belongs? In bed with me, five more minutes?" you answered, teasing him. A moment or two passed, before he finally conceded, wrapping both arms around you to hold you close to him.

"Alright, very well, but only five..." he breathed, leaning forward to kiss the top of your head. You grinned, relaxing into his touch, one of your thighs hitching up to rest against his. A low groan escaped unfiltered from his throat, and at that moment, you knew you had him right where you wanted him.

Needless to say, those five minutes would very quickly turn into ten, then twenty, the whole morning eventually slipping away...

🫡 TAGLIST: @kghostly @like-rain-or-confetti @alecvolturiswifeforever @nixwolfe

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𝕂Öℕ𝕀𝔾

𝔾ℍ𝕆𝕊𝕋

Good Morning

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𝕂Öℕ𝕀𝔾

König x Medic Reader

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𝕂Öℕ𝕀𝔾

Five More Minutes?

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𝕂Öℕ𝕀𝔾

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