joysisland

[joysisland]

this is why I cannot get anything done istg

writing is so funny because i could write nonstop for 9hrs and then hit a block where im like "how do i transition between this moment and the next?" and then i just dont touch it for 6 months

[joysisland]

I cannot get over mean!konig. been thinking about him....... this is the part 2 to the mean!könig and f!assistant!reader

Being König's assistant was exhausting and useless at best. He was right, he didn't need one, the paperwork wasn't as much as there needs to be to have a secretary, and he's fucking insufferable. He made you redo a report at least three times today and when he rejected it a fourth time you almost saw yourself hit the man right in the nose, but he just got out and calmly announced he was going to get a coffee as you tried not to explode and get yourself fired. Nonetheless you rewrote it.

Long story short, after it was rejected again you told the colonel to go fuck himself and now you're actually fired. well, not officially yet... if he was even serious about it he would've sent you outta here already. You're sure the colonel will come back to you, not with an apology of course, but he'll come back, after all you still need to talk things out with your "forced deployment" aka returning to the civilian world. Plus you're sure he wouldn't miss an opportunity to be an asshole about it.

"I was right" said the colonel, appearing out of nowhere, standing right by the doorway of your office with that annoying look in his eyes, like he'd just won and was just waiting for you to take the bait. To lead him on.

"about?" you took the bait. you still needed a job.

"you. I bet 20$ you wouldn't last a week" he knew you were at his mercy, and he wasn't going to let that opportunity go to waste. He had the audacity to lean against the doorway, crossing his arms as he looked at you like he couldn't wait to see you squirm and fight him.

He was right, you'd bite, but not now.

"oh, great." you replied sarcastically with a smile.

He raised a brow. How come you weren't leading him on, reacting like he wanted you to?

"too bad I'm keeping this job" you continued before he could speak up, still with a tv commercial type of smile on. You only received a "hm" as a reply, but he creeped closer. He imposed an uncomfortable distance between you, not close but not far either, and you knew it was just to rile you up.

"right." he sarcastically replied "you sure you're allowed to do that?"

You raised a brow, your facade of confidence breaking down by the second as you thought of something to say, but decided it was best to be quiet. You hated complying but you couldn't do anything against his abuse of power. He had you in a corner.

He smirked, he down right had the most annoying satisfied grin you'd ever seen. Technically you didn't see it because of his hood but you had learnt to read his eyes. "oh don't be so worried, you're fine" he chuckled, a hand patting your shoulder, patronising and almost slimy. "you're keeping the job." He continued, his back turned to you as he got out of the room and shut the door.

[joysisland]

I know konig is socially awkward but just because he can't keep a conversation going it doesn't mean he can't be an asshole. long blurb about mean!konig x f!personal assistant!reader part 2?

Hear me out, we're talking about a MAN who's taller than 6 feet, whose job is his whole life and has never known anything other than that. He's cocky, and let's be honest he's probably experiencing a mid life crisis (he can't fathom how he lived long enough to see 40) plus he's a colonel so he probably thinks his word is law in all aspects. He's sooo mean. mean and disgustingly hot.

He's been in the military since he graduated from highschool so all things considered I think he's really proud of how far he's come, being a colonel and all, but in a way which makes it clear as day that he bases his value on his job. He's working on it.

I think he's mean especially with rookies or generally soldiers with a lower rank than him. Like there's a solid difference in the almost patronising way he treats a private, talking to them like they're kids who still have to learn about the world, dismissing them as soon as he can because he simply thinks their opinions aren't valuable, AND the way he treats other colonels or the captain, with whom he definitely has had conversations about how rookies are absolutely useless and annoying, before immediately switching to bragging about the outcome of a recent mission like they personally did the dirty work.

Of course love hasn't really been his top priority. His job keeps him away from home for months at a time and he simply couldn't care less about putting some effort into a relationship. Not that he couldn't get a girl, cus he's handsome, but his social anxiety and his emotional support hood don't exactly help him.

Once for a split second he had a change of heart, thinking about settling down for good, finally being good to someone special, cherish them, but... the woman didn't even know who he was, and apparently delivering flowers to a girls doorstep everyday for 6 months is nowadays considered stalking. He now has a restraining order. Nothing like it was in the good ol' days.

So ultimately he decided on it: no missus. But that didn't mean harmless fun hookups were off the table. So he did just that, until a new lieutenant was introduced to him by another colonel. He really couldn't care less about hearing whatever it was that the other man was saying, he had better things to do, reports to file, people to call, but the colonel went on describing her amazing results. Something something excellent leadership, something something astonishing precision and time management... he fell asleep by the third "you'll never believe how great-!" but once he looked up from his paperwork to see her face as she introduced herself he swore he'd seen her somewhere before...

he simply nodded as he shook her hand, her name already forgotten.

"where have we already met eachother?"

"the bar right across from base sir"

Oh.

He carried on like nothing happened - after all it happened before she was his direct subordinate. She was a good lay at that, the woman was fierce to say the least and it scratched an itch he didn't know existed and didn't want to investigate further. Just when he was thinking about that he was snapped out of his daydream.

"so I'll leave her to ya, König, being your assistant will do her good"

HUH? excuse him?

That already annoyed König out of his mind, and the sight of her almost hopeful face really put the last nail in her coffin. She'd be gone by next week. He crossed his arms and leaned back on his office chair and instantly got reminded of the budget that kept his chair creaking every time he had the audacity to even slightly shift - and yet money was eagerly spent on hiring this lieutenant he didn't even need.

He sighed and gave her a condescending look "look. I don't need an assistant to keep track of my schedule or to organise my papers. A coffee in the morning will be enough, half a packet of sugar."

At the lack of a quick response he added "if I were you I'd get out of this "job" real quick. I don't need you."

Just as she recovered from his foul mouth and opened her mouth to speak up, rather annoyed, he interrupted her again "you can go now." and then he resumed reading his papers.

....

"oh com'on könig, just give her a chance!" said the annoying, assistantless colonel with a shit eating grin.

It had already been 3 days, and König could bet his right kidney that he placed her with him on purpose, just to get under his skin, the prick. But instead of crashing out and slapping off the grin from his face he followed his therapist's words, taking a deep breath, which came out as a deep sigh, as he waited by the coffee machine, remaking the shit one he had this morning. "She should start by making my coffee properly." he rambled on, definitely stressed. way too stressed for his salary.

"she could start by giving you tips on strategies that keep your team in one piece."

That was a low blow - the past week Königs team had nearly made it out of a building as it disintegrated because of a communication error. emphasis on communication. An error he'd spot almost too late. He should've known better but still...

They should just give him a bonus every month for the emotional damage of mobbing by the way he was feeling his right hand close in a fist. "and you could start by shutting the fuck up"

That ended it, for now.

que for the infamous assistant to join the conversation.

"colonel König, I have -" she stopped in her tracks as she noted the tension. then resumed, more strong willed, that cheerful look not yet gone from her face "I have already revised and organized the reports you gave me and I was thinking about the-"

"not the right moment lieutenant." he cut her off. "I will hear your nonsense later."

Oh no he didn't. "Look, I'm tired of looking after your fucking meaningless reports you old shite! If you just listened-" she started, a condescending look away from really snapping at him.

"are you quitting right now?" he said, dangerously calm and collected.

"I wish I could" she scoffed.

"I'll help you out then, you're fired. Don't say I never land a hand to the younglings."

This motherfucker ...

[joysisland]

König mountain guide after retirement. that's it

ok but König would so be a mountain guide. Like I can physically hear him yap about why x route is better than the normal one, gaslighting you to take the steepest, most difficult route for no reason just because your tour group can "handle it". But damn, this guide in your group has the most balanced dad bod that screams "I was jacked 5 years ago and it's the first thing I tell everyone when I meet them" and it's the sexiest thing you've seen in a while, so you're not really complaining.

Plus stopping for photos and the breaks during the hike have an approximate time of 3 seconds before he's marching off again fresh as ever - just how much stamina does this guy have?

For lunch you stop in a cabin that offers local food (this man inhales it -) but then you actually find yourself bonding with the group, the conversation is going smoothly, and for the first time today you actually relax and have real fun with people you vibe with... But you started feeling his trained gaze over you, a strange tension forming every time you looked in his eyes when he talked, like you had to physically try not to look at him like he just hung the moon - and he seemed to give you a certain look too, but you tried to ignore it surely it was just your delusion.

So when you and your group finally get back to town you build up the courage to ask him out but as soon as you start talking to him he beats you to it— he said something in a thick accent that sounded like "ach so, of course for dinner we could go to this place with nice beer " and then proceeded to mansplain local dishes and how beer just tasted better.

[joysisland]

First post so first drabble about big mountain man König! I'm still unsure if I should write a part 2 or not Also, English isn't my first language so I'm sorry if u find some mistakes enjoy!<3

(TW: none)

Thinking about reader getting lost in the austrian alps, and it doesn't help that it's getting dark and progressively colder in the forest, you're tired and probably have walked for kilometres trying to find a way out, it probably goes in circles too.

But when you start to loose hope you finally find a way out - a house in a valley between mountains, you search for any other sign of civilization but it's just this house and what looks like a shack, or a barn. Weird.

But you're still *very* far from the nearest city, considering the only thing you see in the distance is the forest.

At this point it's pitch black outside but when you try to knock... no one answers. Definitely weird.

It's surely abandoned, and honestly you don't blame the owner, it must get lonely up there.

Shit, it's locked.

You decide it's safer to sleep in the hay of the barn instead of outside.

...

The next morning you're met with the indecipherable stare of a shepherd– a tall one at that –white as a ghost, even if his dirty clothes and toned physique show how much he works. He seems to also have a hood. Triple weird. Now that he noticed that you're awake he seems... nervous or at least awkward, as if you just caught him doing something he shouldn't do as soon as you return his gaze. After a long moment he finally speaks:

"...Uh, are you lost?"

...

In the next few hours you learn about the lonely shepherd named König, and how he lives in the mountains in total isolation except for the few times a year he goes to town (just to keep in touch with the outside world), while he prepares a meal for you to "heat up when it's so cold in these harsh mountains". Then, as you get comfortable in his house, you realize he's still using bronze pans and wooden tupperware like they used to a long time ago. After being done, he decides to sit by the fire as he tells you why he uses those still, and the sight of him as he carves a piece of wood with a knife is strangely... cozy, and warm, almost comforting.

After a bit of unintended staring you notice how he suddenly started stuttering over his words as the trembling in his hands worsened.

"Is... something wrong?" he eventually speaks up.

"No, nothing" you reply, but your gaze couldn't help but return to him naturally.

You figured it was just natural after he almost saved your life by giving you a warm place to stay. Plus, he has been very accommodating and respectful...

But you could see the glint in his eyes every time he looked at you, unhinged and almost off-putting, but you still decided to not let it bother you too much, as long as he didn't do anything weird.

In a strange way, this contributed to his mysterious and almost dangerous appeal: his forearms full of a variety of scars, all different and some faded more than others, and unfortunately for you they looked so good on his massive arms, which along with his huge physique played a large role in you stealing glances at him every time you could, even if he wasn't aware. God, he looked like he could've thrown you across the room like it was nothing.

A cough from König made you come back to reality, and as soon as you looked at him, a bit embarrassed to have even thought of something like that, he looked like he realized what you'd been thinking about. You couldn't exactly say you were discreet with your glances, so he must've figured out something.

It still threw you off, that crinkle in his eyes which suggested a smile, a smug one, so you weren't able to do anything but stare at the floor for a moment.

The rest of the night passed without any other embarrassing or remarkable moments, until:

He stretched for a moment and let out a tired groan "I'm tired, I'm going to bed"

you finally had the opportunity to ask him something that had been bothering you all night: "where am I sleeping tonight? — I don't mean we should share, but-"

"-don't worry, I don't snore" he cut you off, and without waiting for your response he headed to his room.