illixir

[illixir]

the dog stays.

pairing: könig x female! reader

premise: inspired by a multitude of zombie media, your husband könig is escorting you to safety

warnings: nothing graphic, there is a hint of something suggestive but otherwise fairly innocent, just konig protecting his leedle wife (you!!) so minors, feel free to proceed

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a/n: quick disclosure that i have not once set my grubby little paws on a call of duty game. i am here for a good time only, if you have any grievances with my portrayal of könig and the surrounding world - i don't blame you and you're probably fully within your rights to question me. but consider this - my love for big, beefy masked men and my creative freedom will never be confined.

Your dream begins to morph. 

The funky tune filtering in from the background sets the stage for an impromptu dance competition among the guests of the luxury, island resort you had been leisurely exploring.

You watch with rapt attention as two men battle it out, aggressively swaying their hips to the beat of the song, which if you took a moment to reflect on, sounded much like your ringtone. The drink sporting the cute cocktail umbrella suddenly evaporated from your hand, replaced by a microphone assumingly connected to invisible speakers.

You get the urge to sing along to the lyrics, but a loud bark from the distance pierces through the fog of rhythm, prompting you to lower the mic and direct your attention towards the sound.

"Rosco?" you question, eyes narrowing upon the German Shephard puppy bounding in your direction, his hurried charge kicking up the soft sand of the beach.

He barks again, rushing towards you with floppy ears and a pink tongue lolled out to the side. Your eyes widen as the puppy you know begins to grow in size, reaching adulthood in the span of a few seconds.

A feeling of dread envelops you, and you turn on your heel to flee, exposing your back to the incoming danger of a large, excitable dog looking to play. The ground rises up to meet you, and the sensation of falling startles you awake, eyes snapping open as you scramble to sit up in bed.

A wet tongue licks your cheek and you startle once more, frantic eyes seeking out the source. You relax at the sight of brown, puppy eyes staring up at you. Rosco, very much still in his small and cuddly size, stares up at you with his tail beating against the empty side of the bed. Konig's side, but he was deployed, leaving it empty open for the taking.

You only notice the song of your ringtone when the last mugginess of your brain clears up, quickly reaching a hand for the phone vibrating upon your nightstand. You steal a quick glance at the time, 3 in the morning, coupled with the fact that Konig had been the one calling you, it leaves a heavy weight of worry to fester in your gut.

"Hello?" you bring the phone to your ear, holding your breath.

"Liebling, you need to get up. Pack a bag, clothes and essentials. I'll be there in ten." From the tone of his voice, this didn't sound like he was surprising you with some romantic getaway, he sounded on edge - not truly panicked given someone of his hardened nature, but when it came to you, all sense flew out the window with Konig.

Despite the confusion, you immediately kick the blankets off your body, stumbling out of bed before hurrying towards the closet where you kept your carry-on bags for travel.

"What's wrong? You're scaring me," you hurriedly pull out a gym bag, ignoring how Rosco had already poked his head inside the open closet in search for something to chew on.

"Maus, I'll explain soon. I need you to do as I said, ja?" you loved when he got all authoritative on you, but in this situation, it only brought forth further doubts and concerns. Was he in trouble? Was someone coming for you?

A small, worried whimper escapes you at the thought as you rip bundles of clothing from your drawers, attempting to keep a clear head about what you may need.

"Pretty girl, it's alright," his voice softened from his authoraitve edge to comfort you, and you listened silently as you hurried to pack things inside your bag. Underwear, pajamas, and sticking to basic shirts and bottoms - trying to pack a little bit of everything considering you weren't sure if you'd be travelling somewhere local or across the damn world.

At the sound of you zipping up the bag, Konig speaks up.

"You've seen the news, ja? About the virus in Russia?"

"The Vex virus? I saw the news but they said it was being contained-"

"It's spread, Liebling. We've received official directives to evacuate kin to a secure offshore military base."

The gravity of the situation sent a shiver down your spine. Issuance of such orders indicated the severity of the crisis. You recall the news reports, multiple incidents of cannibalistic and deranged behavior displaying in the patients being treated for the Vex virus. Others online had began referring to it as the 'Zombie' virus, but with the previous fake news spreading around the Flakka drug and the Mad Cow disease in humans, you tried not to feed into the fear mongering.

It appears those people weren't as far off as you initially thought.

The sound of Konig worriedly calling out your name rouses you from your thoughts, realizing you've been silent for a moment now.

"I'm here, sorry," you murmur, brining a hand to your forehead to massage at your aching temples - a tension headache blossoming behind your eyes.

"I'm almost there, Liebling. I want you to stay on the line with me, dress comfortable."

Leaving your phone on the bed, you fling yourself into action, quickly stripping down from your two-piece pajamas and pulling on some pants and a shirt. Considering it was a bit chilly out, you tug on a jacket, zipping it up as soon as the front door opened. 

Konig bursts into your shared bedroom not even a moment later, accompanied by Rosco's bark. the relief of having him there was almost enough to bring you to tears. You reach out for him and he's wrapping his arms around you in seconds, cradling the back of your head against his broad, warm chest. Your reunion is cut short due to the urgency of the situation, Konig pulls back, his eyes assessing your figure and lingering upon your socked feet.

He lets you go in favor of walking over to the open closet, ignoring Rosco whines and pawing at his legs. Konig doesn't have the time to pay him much attention aside from a large hand on his head while he fishes out a pair of your shoes from the closet.

You sit on the bed as he nears you, a silent understanding passing between you both. His huge figure kneels before you, propping your foot onto his knee as he loosens up the laces of one shoe. You watch silently as he puts on your shoes, lacing them up tightly.

A sudden, feminine scream from outside causing you to jump from your contemplative state. 

Konig wraps a hand around your ankle, squeezing gently in reassurance as his eyes meet yours. 

"I'm here, Liebling. Nothing will harm you."

It must have spread, in your neighborhood. The realization makes you feel sick as your eyes draw to the window of the bedroom.

"What.. What if she needs help.. We should-"

Your name falling from his lips as your eyes shooting back to meet his, words dying out on your tongue like a fading ember.

"You are my priority. Nobody else." 

You don't argue, knowing it will get you nowhere.

Konig stands to his full, oppressive height, dwarfing your seated form. If it were under any other occasion, the vision would have turned you on, but your situation was less than accommodating for your usual welcome home ritual you greeted your husband with each time he returned.

You get off the bed and Konig takes the bag you packed, lifting it with ease despite the fact it was bulging - a piece of fabric stuck between the teeth of a zipper as you tried and failed to fit everything inside. Before you leave, you tuck your phone into your pocket and pick the wedding ring from the little ceramic plate on your nightstand, sliding it on before picking Rosco up in your arms.

The puppy Konig had gifted you with for protection whilst he was away was rightfully confused, whining in distress due to his owners lack of attention. As soon as you scooped him up into your arms, he attacked your face with licks, and you held him tighter in return, distant eyes on the broad back of your husband as you walked down the hallway towards the front door.

He paused just before it, urging you to stand next to him. "Take my hand, Liebling. Don't let go, and keep moving." You nod, taking his larger hand in yours and squeezing tight.

Rosco settles down somewhat as you support him with one arm, his ears picking up on sounds that you can't perceive, a light growl starting in his chest. His rapt attention on the door is worrying.

Konig swings the door open after giving you one last look, a silent understanding passing between you both. Don't let go, no matter what happens.

He hurries down the porch, holding himself back to keep up to a reasonable speed so that you don't buckle.

There's a scream in the distance, not on your block, but close. 

Suddenly, a window shatters to your right and you startle. Rosco begins barking in your arms towards the source.

"Ruhig!" Konigs command causes the dog to immediately keep quiet, but his growling is prominent, the vibration of it beneath your supporting hand under his furry chest.

Konig leads you over to the military vehicle, and you notice a man jumping out, hurrying towards you two. Words are exchanged but you're too on edge to back attention, attempting to steal a glance towards whatever had caused that crash from before. 

You're hurried to the passenger door of the car, watching as Konig exchanges a few quick words with the man who promptly hurries off into the night. You stare after him in shock, attention stolen only by Konig once he settles into the drivers seat.

"Who is he? Where is he going?"

"A colleague. His family lives nearby. It's a no-go, but he's persistent. I told him I won't be putting your life in danger, so he's going alone."

You open your mouth to argue the perspective that if this man had accompanied Konig to retrieve you, then it was only fair that he reciporcated by aiding him in reuniting with his own family. Just as you contemplate these thoughts, Konig places a large hand on your thigh.

"Liebling, his wife is infected. She displays all the symptoms, but he lives in denial until he sees for himself."

The engine roars to life shortly after the sobering revelation. Your gaze shifts to the window, searching for his figure, but he's long gone.

"I hope you're wrong," you murmur softly, the weight of denial also settling in your heart.

There's a silence as Konig backs out of the driveway, until, eventually, "I hope so too."

You don't remember falling asleep, but by the time you wake, you're met with the smell of salt and the sound of crashing waves. Multiple voices speak around you, seagulls cries.

A big hand cups the size of your face, urging your eyelids to flutter open. Konig's blue eyes bore into yours, and the look you level him must be pathetic, as it urges him to lift the edge of his face covering, placing a chaste kiss to your temple.

"We're here. Come," you allow him to help you out the elevated vehicle, eyes finding Rosco whose already been out, likely Konigs doing. You reach down to pet him, allowing it to provide you some comfort in the moment of uncertainty.

Konig retrieves your bag and waits patiently for you. You stand to your full height with Rosco in your arms and Konig extends and arm, ushering you beneath it protectively as he guides you towards the docked navel base. 

There's a small queue, ordinary civilians that were likely family of the soldiers hurrying about either fulfilling orders or giving them. You knew Konig wouldn't be questioned for his guiding presence alongside you, as a Lieutenant and given his size.

The line moves quickly, and next thing you know, you're being leveled with an unimpressed glare by the solider manning the arrival of new people. Not everyone had the luxury of bringing their loved ones to safety, and it was likely reserved for an important few.

"No dogs allowed on base," he says, staring at you expectantly as if you were meant to just discard Rosco like some extra luggage and merrily skip your way up the ramp. Your hold on the dog tightens and the soliders eyes narrow.

Suddenly, a shadow passes over him and his eyebrows furrow, turning toward whatever blocked out the sun. His face visibly pales at the sight of Konig peering down at him. Despite his leverage standing on the ramp, he was still being dwarfed in size compared to the famous 'battling ram'.

"Lietenant," his voice wavers, and you have to bite back the smirk of amusement urging to overtake your features.

"The dog stays, ja?"

"Y-Yes sir," he stammers out, stepping to the side to allow you two on. Konig's hand is a steadying force against the small of your back as he weaves you down different hallways, and you steal a glance up at him.

His eyes find yours and you can't help but let out a laugh, his eyes crinkling in similar mirth, indicating he was smiling beneath the mask. 

(I wrote this over a year ago and never bothered to edit it. it's been collecting dust in my drafts so please excuse any poor writing or unfinished sentences kiss kiss)