#outlaw!König

[ghouljams]

Outlaw!Cowboy!König can kidnap me anytime 🫠

You know people hate tax assessors but this is just ridiculous. As soon as you set foot out of the general store you were scooped up by a giant of a man as he swung onto an equally large horse. You didn’t even have time to shout before you took stock of the situation. Even less time before a bullet whizzed past your cheek, just grazing your skin in a way that makes you reevaluate your career choices. 

“Quit shootin’ you fuckin muppet, he’s got a hostage,” The sheriff you’d met this morning shouts. You watch him grab his deputy’s gun and point it away from you. You watch the local law grow smaller over the shoulder of your apparent kidnapper. They’re not even trying to come after you. You’re a little insulted.

You’re finally maneuvered off the man’s shoulder when the town is safely behind you and the prairie is stretching out infinitely before you. You’re settled in front of him in the saddle, bracketed by thick arms and powerfully muscled thighs. You try not to be intimidated, but this is your first time being kidnapped.

“Wie sagt man das auf Englisch,” The man behind you mumbles to himself, your ears perk up at the foreign tongue. It’s not usually German you’re hearing in these parts. “Sorry for-” He fishes for the word.

“Grabbing me?” You supply.

“Ja, grabbing. I do not grab women,” He tells you, thinking for a moment, “normally.”

“I suppose that’s comforting,” You lean forward to pet the horse’s neck and his arm wraps around your waist to keep you in the saddle. 

“Wie geht es dir so ruhig?” The absolute amazement in his voice is as much translation as you really need, you can guess the rest. Probably wondering why you’re not screaming your head off.

“I get guns pulled on me a lot,” you tell him. Although usually that only happens when people owe money on their taxes. Honestly as far as worst case scenarios go, this has been frighteningly comfortable. You can’t imagine it’ll stay that way long.

The man’s arm leaves your waist as you lean back against him, not too against him but enough to let him know you’re not trying to make a run for it. Instead of grabbing the reins again he grabs your jaw, holds your face between his fingers and tips your head back. You blink up at the shadowed features of your kidnapper, the black bandana, the dark brimmed hat, he’s got some sort of grease around his eyes to darken them. That’s smart, you think, better to hide his features if he ever wants to go into town without shooting the place up. His eyes are so piercingly blue as they stare down at you, you wonder if he might be part angel with eyes like that.

“Schöne,” Again he isn’t talking to you, his voice is low and undirected. He’s a mumbler, you think. He looks forwards, lets go of your face so you can too, but his hand doesn’t leave you. It drops to your chest, an action he seems to think better of when you try to squirm away, then to your stomach. “You are married?” He asks, and you aren’t sure that question bodes well for you.

“Not anymore,” His fingers stretch so wide over you, a reminder of how much bigger he is. As if you needed one.

“Verwitwet?” You don’t know that one.

“What?”

“Your man, dead?” He tries again.

“Oh,” You think that's a rather callous way of putting it, but it's sort of a callous subject, you suppose, "He ran off."

“Ah,” His hand presses a little more firmly against you, forces you back against him, his hips fitting neatly with yours, “Das ist gut.” You feel the roll of his hips with the movement of the horse, his hand keeping you held close. You grip the saddle horn tight, try to quell the heat he’s working through you.

“That’s good?” You swallow, trying to keep your voice steady. The way his hips move, the way he holds you, he’s making sure you know the intent behind his question. You more than know it, you can feel it simmering in your stomach. Without the whole kidnapping thing, he might’ve been your type: big and warm, broad chested and strong enough to swing onto a moving horse with you potato-sacked over his shoulder.

“Gut für mich,” He hums, hand sliding lower to press between your legs until you curl over his arm with a whine. “Good for you too, ja?”

“Ja,” You agree without thinking, “yeah, yes.”

“Good.” The way he purrs it so close to your ear makes you want to push into his hand. Only in your dreams has a man made you feel like this. You were married once, sure, but you didn’t particularly like your husband, and he certainly didn’t touch you with such thick appreciative fingers.

You wonder how long it’ll be ‘til the law comes to get you. They can’t leave a government assessor out in the desert without a marshal knocking on their door. Still, you sort of hope they take their time with it.

#cowboy!König #könig mw2 #könig x reader #König x oc #oc: bee #1870s!Cowboy #tw kidnapping #he does straight up just grab her huh #könig call of duty #könig #könig cod #au within an au god help me I am losing it #outlaw!König #I think I have enough asks to write one for every pairing #but we're starting with the nasty boy because he got the first ask #f!reader

[yoitsjay]

Wilder West

Pairings: Ghost x Gn! Reader

Summary: you left your old life behind, you had a new purpose... but your past would come up eventually.

Warnings: cannon typical violence, wild west shiz. No specified gender, can be male or fem

Word count: 2388

Render credit: @ave661

1870, what a time to be living, where women were fighting for the right to live and vote and men were off running wild on horses, robbing folk who deserved it or who didn't. You were a lawman in a small town on the border of California and Nevada, practically the only form of law the small town you were in had. Everyone came and went, and of course the locals stayed and made your life either miserable or enjoyable, it all depended on the day really.

At the moment, your deputy in training was watching over the office and town while you were on a small patrol on the perimeter. Lately, there has been talk of robberies on the roads leading out of the town, and you suspected they would be heading in your town to rob folk and shops. It was all local and there wasn't a bank in the town, you'd have to travel to the nearest city which was several days away, There wasn't even a trolley station to store money in. You honestly had no idea why these outlaws would wish to rob your town.

However as you make your way back to the town you hear two gunshots from the middle of the town, followed by shouts of the locals and then shouts from strangers. Your eyes widened and you kicked the side of your horse and got him into motion, galloping back into town as you showed up behind several outlaws who now held your people at gunpoint. Your horse reared up on his hind legs as you pulled your revolver from its holster, pointing it at the back of the supposed leader's head. "I suggest you get the fuck out of my town." You drawled out, the sound of your gun loading filling the dust filled air. The outlaw slowly turned to you with his hands raised, and you quickly noticed that he was wearing a red skull half mask, with a bandana hiding the rest of his face underneath. He wore a vest and a cowboy hat with several teeth sewn into the fabric. Though his appearance was intimidating, he did not scare you.

"I will repeat myself. Get out of my town." You ordered, hearing the chuckles of the other outlaws. You gripped your weapon tighter, your eyes flickering around as you took in your surroundings, and the fact that two outlaws had snuck behind you, and had you surrounded. The leader spoke up, tipping his hat to you. "I think we found our pretty bounty boys." He drew out, however his accent was strange, it wasn't american. It was british. You scoffed, however as you looked to the sheriff's office you saw your young deputy get dragged out by the scruff of his neck. Once again your eyes went wide, and in your moment of vulnerability the leader shot forward, grabbing your arm as he tugged you down off your horse. The stupid beast ran away of course, not before kicking one of the outlaws to the ground. "stupid horse!" You shouted, struggling against the large man as he hogtied you on the ground. You huffed and you turned to lay on your back, staring up at the skull faced man with narrowed eyes.

"You will be comin' with us Sheriff Y/n… or should I say Bluebird? fastest draw from Louisiana to Montana? you should've known you'd be found one day." The man explained, grabbing you and hauling you over his shoulder before he placed you on the back of his horse. you grunted, staying silent as you stared at the ground. It had been years since you put down that name, you did not kill anymore, you didn't rob innocent people. You thought you had flipped your life around but… Your past caught up to you.

"Come on boys. Let's take this pretty thing back to camp, leave the rest, we got what we came for." The skull faced man announced, pulling himself up onto his horse before riding off. You grunted at the sudden jolting. shifting your body slightly as you tried to grab onto something to hold you more still as the man rode out of the town with his fellow outlaws behind him. "So who are you then? some outlaw wannabe?" You asked him, closing your eyes so you didn't get dust in them. The man chuckled, however he didn't answer you. The sun glared down on the back of your head, making you sweat more than you had before. "I turned my life around, I did good and I am good. I bet you can't say that about yourself." You sneered. You felt the man's horse slow to a walk, and then his hand in your hair as he yanked your head up so you looked at him and into his eyes through the mask.

"Shut up. Just stay quiet and once we get to camp you can talk all you want. We ain't bringing you in friend." He stated, however, that made you all the more confused, what did he mean by he and his ruffians were not turning you into the law? you were sure you had a massive bounty on your head, they could get a pretty damn big paycheck if they handed you in… maybe they were lying to you.

regardless his words shut you up and he continued riding, knowing well you were trying to figure out what he had meant. After a few more hours on the road, he pulled into a little forest clearing by a lake, it was cooler here, because there was more shade, and it was definitely relieving. however before you could bask in any more of the coolness, you were lifted off the back of the horse and dropped on the ground by a tree. you were untied for the most part except for one hand being tied to the tree so you couldn't go anywhere. The outlaws talked amongst each other before a different one approached you. This man had his face revealed, but he had a mohawk and a red cloth tied around his neck, he wore a white button up that was unbuttoned slightly down the collar with a dark brown vest over. he sat down in front of you and you both just stared each other down for a few minutes until you noticed a smile grow on his face.

"I've read newspapers about you, Blue Bird, only two years ago you were robbin and killin' west of arkansas. Now you're a lawman of a small town in Cali. How fast things change hm?" He questioned, however you simply narrowed your eyes. "get to the point mohawk, what do you want?" you asked him, watching as the scotsman stood up, gesturing for the others to come forward. Skull face approached and he handed you a bounty poster, but it didn't have your face on it. No it was an old friend of yours that you had long abandoned… "König?" You let out a shaky breath as you stared at the poster before looking up at the men around you. "You know him then?" a new voice spoke up, and you turned your head, staring at a dark skinned man with shorter hair, also wearing a button up but with no vest. You nodded your head.

"I do… König and I were an item, an unstoppable team, with him and his lackeys…" You trailed off, handing the bounty poster back to skull face. "What do you want with him?" You asked, balling your hands into fists as memories resurfaced in your mind. "We want you to join us and help us track him down. We know your skills as an excellent tracker, and on top of that you could be the person who knows where he was last… and as for König, he is an excellent hunter, big bounty, and an even bigger ego to match… we think he could be useful for a much bigger picture."

All of this was explained by another new voice, he had a beard and a cowboy hat resting atop his head, however it was different from skull face's hat, more fitting to his clothing style as well. a sigh left your lips as you stared down at the ground for a moment, eyebrows furrowing in thought before a conclusion finally came up in your mind.

You looked up at the men, shifting your hips in a more comfortable position. You nodded your head, running a hand through your hair. "I'll help, as long as you promise that he won't be harmed." You stated, and the better dressed man nodded before he cut the rope around your wrist. "What are your names?" you questioned, looking around at all of them. They were all much taller than you, not to say you were short or anything, you were average height, they were all just giants.

Mohawk stepped forward first with a big smile, and began gesturing around to the men in camp. "Im John, or Soap, our leader is Price, and that's Kyle but we call him Gaz, and then this big guy is Ghost. Just Ghost.." Soap was introduced, and you shook his hand firmly before shaking Price and then Gaz' hand. You stared at Ghost, narrowing your eyes as you stared at him before shaking his hand. He gripped your hand tight for a moment, even as you tried to pull away he didn't let go until he was ready, giving your hand one last squeeze before dropping your hand. Ghost then tipped his hat to you, leaving in silence. a huff left your lips and as the men scattered around to busy themselves you wiped the dirt off your pants. If you were back in the outlaw gig, you might as well look the part.

You walked up to Soap and you tapped him on the shoulder. "Soap, will you take me to my cabin outside of town? my gear is stored there and i'd like to get it." You requested, and he nodded with a grin. "Sure i'll take ya friend! just- don't do nothin' stupid alright? I'm not afraid to put a bullet in your head." He stated, and you nodded with a nervous expression. "I don't plan on stabbing you in the back." You explained as you followed him to his horse which was tethered up to one of the trees.

The trip to your little cabin didn't take that long, and in no time you had your sheriff's clothes off and you were back into the clothes that held so much history for you. Once you were dressed you had just one final touch, and as you exited the cabin where soap was waiting you slowly raised your arm, and you placed your signature hat down on your head, a light smile gracing your lips as you walked over to him. "I ain't no killer no more, but i sure am back in business." You told him, before putting your fingers up to your mouth, whistling loudly. It took a few minutes but you eventually heard the sound of galloping approaching closer and closer, and out of the tall brush emerged your horse. "You stupid boy" You scolded as you walked up to the fine steed, patting his broad neck before getting up onto the saddle, making yourself comfortable as you turned to Soap. "Ready? let's head back to camp." you requested, and with that you and soap rode- more like raced back to camp, and luckily enough for you, you had memorized the way out and you beat soap in the camp, skidding to a stop as he entered the clearing with a defeated look on his face.

Your boisterous laugh carried out through the camp as you tethered up your horse with soap, making your way to everyone else gathered around the campfire in the center of camp. the skull faced man- Ghost, piped up upon your return. "You seem like you two had fun… nice clothes sheriff." He pointed out, nodding his head to you in a quick motion before lifting his mask down just enough to take a sip of tea, pulling the mask up right after. A hum left your lips and you found a seat beside him and Soap, immediately being handed a cup of coffee by Price, you thanked him immediately, taking a sip as you stared in the fire.

"so, the last time I heard from König was about a year ago maybe? He sent me a letter after we parted ways, and he told me he would be heading up to Montana for some work. He also used to stay in a hovel in Oregon. I doubt he is still there hence the letter, but he could have left some clues behind to tell us where exactly he is." You explained, sipping your cup of coffee once more, Price hummed in agreement, liking the idea you proposed.

"Alright then, we leave at the crack of dawn tomorrow morning." He stated, standing up and leaving the fore which left no room for argument. The sun was already setting, and because of the trees blocking the sun it was significantly darker in camp, but lamps were strewn about as well as the light from the campfire. Ghost then stood up, gesturing for you to follow him. And follow him as you make your way to a large tent. He opened the flap for you, and you went inside first with him close behind. On the ground there were two bedrolls, one was a bit cluttered with items and trinkets while the other was completely empty. "You'll be sharing a tent with me. So I can keep an eye on you, understand?" He asked and you nodded, setting your hat down on the top of the bedroll. "Understood Ghost." You answered, turning around only to see that he had disappeared. a huff left your lips, however you wasted no time to get comfortable in your bedroll, you were tired and it had been a long and hot day.

So with your head resting upon your arms you let your eyes flutter closed and you fell asleep. And by the next morning you knew the hunt for König would begin.

#fanfiction #call of duty: moderm warefare 2 #outlaw au #simon “ghost” riley #simon riley x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #john soap mactavish #john price #kyle gaz garrick #cod könig #cod ghost #cod soap #cod gaz #wild west

[rwpohl]

konkurs, miloš forman 1964

#konkurs #miloš forman #1964 #ragtime #černý petr #intimate lighting #material #buw #cast the outlaw #about photography #private photographs #unpublished #obst & gemüse oder der kunde ist könig #schultze gets the blues #filmkombinat #werkzeugkasten der geschichte #kameradschaftsabend #vox #christoph schlingensief #erste und zweite wirklichkeit #casting #sds #meer is nich #dune #firecracker #stella maris #sunset

[sweet-as-an-angel]

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 Masterlist

Ghost: Wanted: Ghost x König x Reader [HEAVY SMUT] Oral Support - Ghost x Reader

Ghost w/ a Petite S/O

Ghost w/ an Innocent S/O

The Type of Yandere Ghost is

Yandere Simon "Ghost" Riley Headcanons

Simon "Ghost" Riley w/ a Pregnant S/O

Simon "Ghost" Riley NSFW Alphabet

Ghost of Christmas Past [Ghost x Reader]

Simon “Ghost” Riley Headcanons

Ghost x Plus Size Reader Headcanons

Platonic Yandere Ghost x Childhood Best Friend Reader

Ghost w/ an S/O who Wears Glasses

Platonic Yandere Ghost x Reader Headcanons

Ghost w/ an S/O who is Self Conscious about Squirting a Lot

Dominant! Ghost Headcanons

Dominant! Ghost Headcanons [Repost]

Thigh Riding w/ Ghost

Ghost, König and You

Seraphim [Ghost x Reader]

The One where Soap finds Himself in an ✨ Awkward ✨Situation. [ Ghost x Reader ]

Ghost's Reaction to his S/O Stealing his Mask

A Family of His Own [Ghost x F! Reader]

Simon "Ghost" Riley w/ his S/O During a Panic Attack

Vampire Simon "Ghost" Riley Headcanons

Ghost & König’s Reaction to You in a Maid Outfit

Ghost & König’s Reaction to You Being a Cat Girl

Ghost & König’s Reaction to You Being a Cat Boy

Two Ghosts One Stone [Ghost x Reader x Ghost]

Simon "Ghost" Riley w/ a Tall S/O

Zombie! Ghost NSFW Headcanons

König:

Wanted: Ghost x König x Reader [HEAVY SMUT]

König Headcanons

Yandere König Headcanons + Ending

König x Plus Size Reader Headcanons

Dominant König Headcanons

König w/ his S/O during a Panic Attack

König w/ an S/O who Wears Glasses

König w/ a Mommy Kink

König w/ a Daddy Kink

König w/ a Petite S/O

Extra: König w/ a Petite S/O

Submissive König Headcanons

König w/ a Pregnant S/O

Breeding König

Thigh Riding w/ König

König w/ an S/O who is Self Conscious about Squirting a Lot

König w/ a Bratty S/O

Sylvannian Family [König x Reader Headcanons]

Ghost, König and You

Chokehold [König x Reader]

König w/ an Innocent S/O

König's Reaction to His S/O Stealing his Mask

König's Reaction to You Having a Stomach Bulge

Ghost & König’s Reaction to You in a Maid Outfit

Ghost & König’s Reaction to You Being a Cat Girl

Ghost & König’s Reaction to You Being a Cat Boy

Wild West Outlaw König

Vampire König Headcanons

Zombie! König NSFW Headcanons

Alejandro:

Yandere Alejandro Headcanons

Price:

Yandere Captain Price Headcanons

Graves

Yandere Phillip Graves Headcanons

All:

MW2 waking up next to their S/O

MW2 w/ an S/O who is Insecure about their Stretch Marks

MW2 and their P0rn Preferences

MW2 Cuddling Headcanons

MW2 Reaction to You Calling Them Submissive and Breedable

MW2 Reaction to Receiving a Special™ Photo from Their S/O

MW2 Reaction to Receiving a Love Poem from Their S/O

MW2 Reaction to You Having an Only Fans

MW2 Reaction to Their S/O Who Self-Harms

MW2 Reaction to You Asking Them to be Gentle

MW2 Reaction to You Being A Virgin

MW2 Reaction to You Panty-Flashing Them

Zombie! MW2 W/ a Human Sex Slave

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#mw2 #mw2 fanfic #mw2 x reader #mw2 smut #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #yandere simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley #simon riley x you #yandere simon riley x reader #konig x reader #konig mw2 #konig call of duty #soap mactavish #soap x reader #john mactavish #konig smut #simon riley smut #ghost x you #ghost x reader #mw2 ghost x reader #valeria garza #valeria garza x reader #mw2 x you

[blingblong55]

Things said-141(and some more characters)

If you watched Ja'mie the private school girl I love you!

Pt2 to this post

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

R/n and ghost have a friendship where they basically share 1 brain cell every time they're together, this time its no different. They call for a meeting where they share their recent topic, basically 141 is forced to agree with their 'beliefs'

R/n: we'll be there for each other, like if one of us *nudges at ghost* got depression and wanted to k!ll themselves..

Ghost: then we as part of the 141 slayers promise, (name reader gave the team) we'll kill ourselves

R/n: yeah

Gaz: I didn't know it was that extreme

R/n: yeah it is

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Soap: where the fuck is my Coke Zero?

R/n and Ghost stare in silence

Soap to König: did you drink it?

*soap closes fridge and walks away*

Soap: fuck my life

König *clueless*: I ate a bread this mornin' it was amazing (please imagine him in his funny excited accent)

R/n: you're unique König

Soap: don't touch my Coke Zero! *in his harsh Scott accent*

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Price, soap and r/n are having a meeting in private. Soap logged in to readers laptop and saw a folder with pictures of gaz. (Folders title was: "My pookie bear")

R/n: how did you even get in?

Soap: isn't your password, gazmylover69?

R/n: little bitch

Price: r/n *in a stern tone*

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Price found out that r/n was trying to sell König on eBay for 14£, and Ghost was the buyer.

Price: the two of you are just as bad as each other, I'm disgusted

Ghost: good

R/n: *under their breath* next time I'll sell you

König is sitting outside waiting for the mailman

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Roach is now in charge of teaching r/n how to drive, this is after they 'accidentally' ran soap over. (he called r/n a little brit that looked like King Charles left butt cheek)

Gaz, Ghost, and alejandro are in the backseat. Roach, passenger and r/n driver seat.

R/n: why isn't the car moving?

Roach: because the hand brake is still on

R/n: well take the hand brake off!!....

Roach: r/n-

R/n: I told you to take it off before I get in!!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Soap was named "best soldier of the week" this includes a medal price custom made. R/n is pissed that he got it.

R/n: what I'm accusing you of is awarding the medal to a dumb fat Scott,

price: here we go again*under his breath*

r/n: when the most incredible soldier to ever grace this base, is being completely ignored

price: roll the tears *under his breath*

r/n: and treated like their the scum of the earth!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Rudy and r/n grew up together. But after he told them they weren't allowed to date anyone from 141 they got mad at him.

Rudy: no, its a final decision

r/n: just because Valeria ditched you for ale back in the day doesn't mean I can't get some

Rudy: you're just saying none sense

r/n: nonsense my ass

Rudy: no dating, no nothing

R/n: I wished I fucking drowned you as a child

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

It's no secret that König is crushing on r/n. However the feelings aren't mutual, because reader adores Price. This happened today after sparring.

R/n and König are sat in some stairs, resting from todays training.

König and reader are sitting side by side, he leaned in to kiss their cheek, this was the reaction he got:

R/n: okay..okay..so that was weird...

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Soap is helping r/n, they've been feeling a little low today. He was sitting in bed with them. Reader has been under their blanket all day

R/n: pass me my book please

Soap tries to give them their book but teases reader in the process. Reader is trying to reach for it but soap is really enjoying himself.

R/n: give me it! I've got clinical depression you fucking idiot!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

I hope you all liked this one! and yes it was all inspired by that show. If you want a part to lmk! ?<3

Tags: @piece-of-shit-outlaw

#incorrect mw2 quotes #incorrect quotes #mw2 141 #task force 141 #141 #141 x reader #team 141 #captain john price #tf 141 #rook 141 #mwii #kyle garrick #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #graves mw2 #price mw2 #ghost mw2 #mw2 #gaz mw2 #mw2 2022 #mw2 fanfic #ghost mwii #ghost cod #cod x reader #cod mwii #gaz x reader #ghost x you #ghost x reader #soap x reader #cod incorrect quotes55

[dutiful-wildcraft]

Pack Kortac - Demon! Swagger Lore

Tags: monster au, blood, gore, flesh eating, he's a monster he eats people, soulmate elements.

-The birth of Roland “Swagger” Kominksi was not a traditional one. His mother’s were witches, young and powerful, who longed deeply for a child they simply could not create. They tried runes and tinctures, nights of passion under the pale full moon, and yet conceiving one of their own blood was simply not meant to be.  And so it was through careful ritual that they instead summoned a babe.  A hellacious bouncing baby boy. Sweet Roland.

-Magic users and demons are intrinsically linked. For every witch there is a Chosen demon. Bonding with your chosen is said to curate a great power for both parties involved. However, summoning is not a reliable process. Just because you summoned a demon, it did not mean it was your demon.

-Chaos would ensue, witches summoning guard dogs in the form of hellish beasts in order to build their power. It would backfire. Lacking bonds, demons are insatiable, feasting on the blood, bone and power of the creatures around them.  The more magical, the more filling. It quickly became outlawed amongst the covens to use such tactics, less they become wiped out completely.

-Swaggers mother’s were no exception. They had decidedly left their former lives in order to live one they longed for. It was sheer luck they summoned a more manageable youngster, and they spoiled Roland rotten, wanting nothing more than to see their little one happy and thriving. Even if it meant slaughtering the locals or grave robbing to keep their little boy fed. 

-And it’d worked. He was loved and sated. Able to attend school with the other children. That is until suspicion began to fly regarding their village’s disappearances. They would start again, moving to France and maintain movement to avoid problems.

-Swagger never quite fit, if not for his off accent, then for his peculiarities, which earned him ridicule in the classroom. But he excelled academically and athletically. It wasn’t until a fellow student had an unfortunate accident in chemistry class that Swagger would be pulled from school. The poor student’s face had been melted clean off. The chemicals they were using should not have been nearly as dangerous. And no one would notice that that student was a particular repeat offender in harassing Swagger.   

-When Swaggers Chosen was born into the world his hunger doubled. It became increasingly apparent that he couldn’t sustain a life in the French countryside, regardless of his mother’s support. It occurred to them that they wouldn’t be safe for much longer either. A career in warfare seemed appropriate for both his skills and dietary needs. Here, Swagger would flourish.

-Swagger is an incredibly competent soldier. Having absorbed everything he could get. Medic, demo, distance or close combat. You name it, he can do it. And he is an arrogant shit about it.

-Very playful on the field, chatty on the comms. However he can and will take over a situation, where he leads with care and efficiency.  The only reason he hasn't pursued a higher position is because he knows it will take away from his time in the field. He could give a fuck less for the paperwork involved. 

-Anything is a weapon in Swagger’s hands. Steel chairs, power tools, briefcase, pool ball, piano, wave runner, toilet, toilet water. That one incident with the zamboni.  Has been known to use his own rifle as a fucking warhammer when ammo is gone.

-Appears to be everywhere and nowhere. Seemingly popping up out of nowhere to help out any of his fellow teammates where he absolutely showboats. 

-Regularly rubs his skills in on the field. “You need me, don’t pretend” he purrs in his french lilt. 

-Annoys the absolute piss out of Nikto and König, frankly corvid behavior. Pokes at them just enough to get a snap before taking off with a chuckle. 

-Nosey. Not gossipy, no. Nosey He has the dirt on everyone, simply because he likes having the information. Will totally feign ignorance about some hot gossip, even though he found out about it days ago from someone else. 

-Is generally liked by the team, he can be conceited, but most have come to tolerate it. Actually gets along with Declan. He’s besties with Stilleto.

-World’s biggest sore loser. Can't play board games for this reason. Not since he got into a fist fight with Declan over Uno. Will accuse everyone of cheating. 

-Can't sit normally, likes to perch in high places. Absolutely kicks his legs like a toddler.

-Has freckles.

-Being a demon, Swagger is equipped with a “true” form he can shift into at will. Some of these elements peak through when he is particularly compromised or starving. Eyes that resemble that of a bearded vulture. He remains hidden under his mask and layers.

-Swagger’s mask became a necessity. The farther he falls, the harder it is to control himself. Noxious fumes and acidic fluid spills from his mouth in the heat of it all. The mask is to keep the fumes in rather than out.  These fumes can range from mild sedatives, psychedelics, or poisons.

-As stated above Swagger’s diet primarily consists of flesh and bone. He can eat processed animal meats or long dead corpses if he absolutely has to. But there is an emotional element to his feeding. Something about the residual emotion buried in the bones of a fresh kill is more filling. The more magical the better. Has been seen snacking on teeth like fucking m&ms.

-Has been found more than once painting himself in blood. For scent camouflage he claims. He’s certainly not obsessed with it aha.

-Has been confident since the day his mother’s told him stories of Chosen pairs. He always knew he would find his. He would just need to be patient. When the time came, he would devour them. Rightfully take back control of himself. That is until he meets her…..

#swagger cod #roland swagger kaminski #call of duty #mwiii #cod operator #monster au #pack kortac #take this from meeeee #but he's my aangeeeeellll

[peppermintdraws]

Some art for @martuzzio ’s fanfic “The Shield and the Shadow” on AO3. One of the best fics I’ve read in a while, ESPECIALLY since I’m a sucker for historical AUs and knights/outlaw stories. For real, keep up the amazing work and I can’t wait for the next update!

Anyways, I was inspired to make my own König and Horangi designs. They aren’t in the story as of now, but this got me out of a VERY long art block ;-;

History nerd info dump below the image if people are interested :)

(I didn’t know the period of the fic, so I ballparked it at about 1000 AD, the high middle ages in Europe) 

König has elements from knights/warriors of the Holy Roman Empire, which controlled the territory that would become Austria until about 1806. Though, the Holy Roman Empire didn’t exactly have a standing army during the high middle ages. A subdivision of the empire was the kingdom of Germany, formed in 846 CE. 

His armor most closely resembles the Free Imperial Knights of the Holy Roman Empire, through they wouldn’t be prevalent until about 15th century CE. And of course, an executioner hood and axe. If that was his occupation, he would have been shunned by his community as a social outcast, defined by the special clothing in public.

Horangi was based on the army under Korea’s Goryeo Dynasty, which lasted from about 918-1392 CE. Similar to how the High Middle Ages were time of more prosperity (before the black death of the late middle ages), it was a period of growth and investment into the arts. 

Part of his design is a Siberian/Amur Tiger skin. Now extinct in the region, tigers used to populate Korea and are an extremely important part of their folklore, especially creation myths. Now, due to poaching and territory loss, the tigers are only in the wild in Eastern Russia and China’s border.

His armor features a Durumagi (a long cloth coat) and Lamellar armor (body armor made by sewing rectangular plates of metal in rows on the coat), as well as a wide-brimmed feathered helmet with wings protecting the ears/neck. Masks weren’t depicted in any reference photos but I’m sure he would have some cloth lying around to use

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[yeenybeanies]

Hallo, I love your hybrid au! I got curious once you showed your Roach design. Him not being a roach made me think of Horangi. Is he a tiger?

That makes me think about Konig, too. Since invertebrates are a new study, an octopus would be dangerous, right? Do you have design ideas for these two?

howdy howdy! thanks for the kind words!!

so tbh, i haven't even decided if either of them are hybrids in my specific au. it definitely wouldn't be both of them, though

hybridization is also outlawed in most of the world, & i feel like south korea wouldn't allow it. austria, i'm not so sure. leaning towards No with them too.

kortac, however... might allow it situationally.

REGARDLESS, if either of them WERE hybrids!

lol i do feel like horangi being a tiger would be a lil on the nose lol. but maybe... a tiger shark would be cool 🦈 or, if we wanna give him lil floofy ears, maybe a siberian weasel (they're native to korea, they're adorable, & weasels are notoriously vicious 😊)

as for könig, i think he'd be a great rhino or water buffalo 🥰 goes along with the "human battering ram" thing he's got going on.

an octopus would a) be very difficult to hybridize with, & 2) might not be the most useful animal to add to a soldier. unless it's, like, a blue-ringed octopus that'd give the hybrid a nasty bite, i don't see much merit to having an octopus hybrid. the results wouldn't be worth the risk.

#not to mention an octopus would need to periodically be submerged or otherwise keep their gills wet #so would a shark but they got teeth & strength & crazy good senses #hybrid au #cod #kim hongjin #könig #hyena asks #that being said tho #i don't think i have them as hybrids in my au #MAYBE one of them. maybe

[vasyandii]

COD WILD WEST AU!! (Drawn on Whiteboard Fox)

(I changed Königs design a bit to fit in with the au better bc I'll be damned if I just give him a cowboy hat. Nak is a sherrif after Krueger bc both of the cousins are outlaws-- this is like my second time drawing horses so please bear with me)

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[silverefflux]

Never Forget You

König bumps into his childhood bestie.

A/N: There's no real ship here. Just König in a café and a look-see into his life.

Photo by Annie Spratt

Never Forget You // Noisettes

“Here you go,” a waiter said as he set a cup of coffee down on König’s table. “By the way, I’m really sorry for the plate thing last time.” 

“It’s all right, danke,” he replied with a nod.

König’s eyes trailed the waiter as he walked away when he saw a woman standing tall in front of the counter waiting for an order, which he assumed she was having to-go. She looked elegant in a tweed blazer and trousers. Her auburn hair was tied back in a loose ponytail. While he was almost certain he never met her before, her face seemed familiar.

Ok, don’t stare too much, he thought. Might be creepy.

He looked down and feigned inspecting his coffee, albeit too intensely. Then he realized something.

“Bruno?” said a woman’s voice.

There was only one person who would call him that.

He looked up and realized the lady in tweed was now in front of him, excitedly waiting for his response.

“It’s me, Lutz!” she continued.

His best friend from childhood.

Despite the uncanny resemblance with their faces, the Lutz he knew carried herself entirely differently. Back then, Lutz sported shaggy, jet black hair that was up to her chin. Her eyes looked sharp thanks to smudged eyeliner. She dressed like a boy and punched other boys, especially those who would tease him. If the boys in his hometown were mean, she was meaner—except to him.

Not this Lutz. This Lutz looked like a sweet woman who had her shit together.

Lutz made waving gestures before him and slowly raised her brows. “Still the silent type, huh?”

“Oh schei—” König awoke from his mild shock and pulled himself up to shake her hand. “It’s been a while,” he chuckled, running his other hand down the back of his neck.

“Eh, what’s this? Don’t we do this instead?” she responded, slapping the back of his hand.

And a slap to the back of her hand. Fist bump. Then the top. Then bottom. Lock fingers. One shake. Explosion thing—pshhhh….

“I didn’t forget,” he assured her proudly.

They both erupted into laughter over them remembering such a silly thing. They went on to catch up with each other’s lives. They were quite the duo when they were little. A classic story of an extrovert kid randomly adopting an introvert one. At some point, she invited him to secretly check out this “new stupid film about Austrians” with her and they found it funny. In reference to the film, they jokingly agreed to give each other bizarre nicknames. He was Bruno because it sounded like his surname, Brunner. And she was Lutz, his assistant’s assistant.

By high school, they both did their own thing, König preferring to hang out by himself and Lutz finding new friends. But every time someone tried to bully König, Lutz still fiercely had his back. After they graduated, they never spoke again for no apparent reason other than growing apart. In the years that passed, though, he stayed with the military until he retired and was back and forth between Germany and Austria ever since. She went off to college, found work abroad, and settled there.

“A banker? That’s great to hear, but very different from the old Lutz,” he said.

“Right? Younger me would’ve been straight-up an outlaw. And I’m glad the military worked well for you too. I really couldn’t see you wanting to do anything else after high school.”

“Me neither. Ah bitte, have a coffee with me?” he offered, gesturing to the chair in front of his.

Her smile turned upside down. “Oh sorry, I’d love to but I’ll just be quick. Gotta get these drinks around before they get cold.”

Suddenly, a kid’s giggle rang out in the distance. “Mama!” the same voice called out. Some meters behind Lutz was a little girl, the exact image of her face. Same pale skin, same ginger hair. Lutz’s daughter ran to her mother and hugged her leg.

“Sweetie! You came here early, darling, I was going to fetch you. Where’s Papa?”

The child pointed to a man who was now walking towards them. Lutz was relieved to see her husband not far from their child. She greeted him with a kiss.

“I should introduce you,” she said to König, “This is my husband, Alex, and our daughter Emma.” She moved her gaze towards her husband and gestured to König. “This is Lukas. We grew up together in Austria.”

König and Alex shook hands. Meanwhile, Lutz picked up her daughter in her arms.

“Sweetie, say hello to Uncle Lukas.”

“Hallo,” she murmured before hiding her face in the crook of her mother’s neck, which earned chuckles and awws from the adults.

It wasn’t long before the family had to bid their goodbyes to König.

“Well, I guess we have to go now,” Lutz told König in mild sorrow, “See you around, maybe?”

“Yeah, tschüss,” he said, giving a short wave goodbye.

König sat back down and watched the family leave. Bumping into his childhood buddy after so many years made him feel as if the world was indeed small. It was sweet seeing her again. Also, he would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t find this new version of Lutz pretty. If he denied that his stomach dropped at the sight of her daughter, then her husband. If he convinced himself that he didn’t wonder how things would have turned out had they met again sooner.

Nevertheless, he is genuinely happy for her, and in no way does he want to ruin someone else’s family, especially that of his friend’s. There is not sadness, but emptiness gnawing inside of him, basking in the what-ifs and maybes brought about by nostalgia. A longing for the familiar. After all, she was the only girl in his life whom she had the deepest connection with. But then, he understood that was simply the way things are. All that would just be a passing thought.

He sighed, and did what he recently would in the face of heavy thoughts. He took a red bracelet out of his pocket and looked at it, rolling it around in his hand to look at the intensity of its color and the way light reflects on it. He then threaded his fingers into the bracelet, almost stretching the string that bound it, then let it loose, the beads sticking together in a synchronous click. He would do the same thing over and over to soothe himself. Thread. Click. Thread. Click.

He stopped himself, remembering that the clicks of the beads were audible in the cafe. To avoid further embarrassment, he paid the bill and headed out, continuing his fidgeting on his walk home until his thoughts quieted down.

Thread.

Click.

Thread.

Click.

Thread.

Click…

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[ghouljams]

more outlaw!Cowboy!König? Pleaseeeeee 🥹

You wake up with a twinge in your back, sore in all the wrong places, but you think it’s worth it. Sleeping on the ground that is. You’ve got your head resting on König’s bicep, his arm slung around your waist so you can cuddle close against his chest. He’s solid and warm, and definitely worth a few aches and pains. The bed roll really isn’t too bad, but sleeping tangled up with another person is a new one for you.

Your dead-to-you husband didn’t like doing more than he needed to, and you didn’t particularly like being touched by him. So youve never been one for cuddling. This feels different though, sort of nice. It's probably the kidnapping, or the big, broad (are you drooling a little? Do you drool now? Did you drool on him? God you hope not.) fuzzy chest in front of you. You walk your fingers over his chest, feeling the soft muscle, the hair, the warmth of him. You don't get a lot of excuses to touch people these days and you are happy to take full advantage.

König makes a noise, and raises his arm to rub at his eyes, the same arm you're using as a pillow. His bicep flexes under your head and you -oh that's a big bicep, a very... big...- try not to get too flustered by the motion. His fingers stroke up your back, and you tip your head to catch him looking down at you.

"Guten Morgen," he smiles at you, his fingers tantalizingly distracting as they run over your skin.

"Buenos dias," your accent is so bad you actually cringe, he snorts. As long as he's speaking German though, you figure you'll return the favor. No sense in both of you knowing what the others saying.

"Is Spanish more easy for you?" He asks, in Spanish. You don't even understand all of it, you just piece together what you can with context clues. You think "facil" means easy.

"Nope," you pop the 'p' and König hums. There goes that idea. English it is.

"Que chica traviesa," he grumbles, you don't bother translating. It's too early for that. You'd much rather focus on the large rough hand squeezing your ass, apparently König has gotten bored of just petting you. You suppose you don't really need to know what he's saying.

"Ok, up." He tells you, rolling onto his back and pulling you with him. It takes you a moment to readjust yourself, to get settled comfortably on his lap, but it's worth it. The way he looks up at you, runs his hands up your stomach to cup your chest with reverence, like he can't get enough of you.

You've been with König a few days now, and you've noticed two things. One, he's incorrigible, a big man with a big appetite for, well, everything. And two, he has a bit of a staring problem, you've never had a man so desperate to just look at you, it's a little embarrassing. Still, he's charming even with the language barrier, so youre willing to forgive him.

He's not quite hard yet when you lean down to kiss him, but he will be. Then you can start your morning properly. One of König's hands leaves you and you hear the click of a pistol hammer being cocked. You duck against his chest in a panic, his other arm wrapping around you protectively. When you glance over your shoulder there's a woman staring down at the two of you, holding the flap of your tent open with a wolf's grin.

"¿Dónde conseguiste este?" She asks, nodding at you. König's grip tightens, his gun trained on your intruding guest.

"Get rid of her-" shockingly you understand that one, you hear it a lot. König fires a warning shot, you flinch, bury your face against his neck. The bullet nicks a few of the short dark hairs near her neck, she noticeably doesn't flinch. "Fine," you don't listen to the rest. You try to not think at all about what they're saying.

You'd almost forgotten that König was a wanted man. Wanted, it seemed, for more than just the price on his head. "Work" you hear the word more than once, no matter how hard you try to shut it out. You sincerely hope that work doesn't include you.

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[rwpohl]

a doppia faccia, riccardo freda 1969

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[sweet-as-an-angel]

Just hear me out,

Wild west outlaw König.

That's all ,please and thank you❤️

P.s I love love love your work and you inspire me so much more than words can express,so thank you so much

Wild West Outlaw König Headcanons

Warnings: Outlaw König, König Kills People, Obsessive König, König (DEEP) in Love, Looting, Kidnapping, Implied Smut, Non-Explicit Descriptions of Smut, Dominant König, Submissive König, Mention of Ghost, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Petnames, No Pronouns used for Reader except ‘You.

A/N: Thank you so much for your kind words, my lovely ! Your kind words have touched my heart, and I hope your creative endeavours flourish <3

Man owns a pair of handcuffs and KNOWS how to use them.

Let’s work on the assumption that he kidnapped you.

Perhaps you were already partially romantically involved but your family would never let you marry someone like König, so he stages a robbery and takes you as part of the ransom.

One he has no intention of accepting any payment for because he’s never letting you go.

König’s monstrous proportions make it easy for him to physically overpower aggressors – other bandits, outlaws, authority figures.

However, he does pose something of a hazard to himself because there’s (much) more of him to hit.

Luckily, he’s straight out of a situation the minute it gets sticky – as if he just disappears into thin air.

Just one of the reasons why he’s called the Phantom Outlaw.

Not to be confused with Ghost, who is also an outlaw but never leaves a trace (or a witness), making his reputation far more ghoulish than König’s.

Though, König does excel in the fear factor, his sheer size and notoriety – his trenchcoat and mask the very visage of Death – forcing everyone who sees him to relinquish their goods in exchange for their lives.

Speaking of, König’s ability to swing thousands in cash makes for a happy home life, given how he spends much of his fortune on you.

Clothes, jewels, literature, instruments, automobiles: you name it, you’ve got at least a treasure trove of each.

Even if you try to resist these gifts, König refuses to let up.

“Can’t have my precious little Engel going without, can I ?”

So, in return, you typically handle all the chores, though König insists you don’t have to.

“It’s not like we can hire a maid to do it for us, can we ?” you tell him. “Especially not when there’s a handsome bounty on that even more handsome head of yours.”

Said bounty is what makes it difficult for the two of you to stay in one place for too long.

And whenever you move, you always try to make the house a safe space for König.

Blankets in his favourite chair, his favourite meal on the table for him whenever you know he’s going to have a rough day, a bit of fun before bed, etc.

You can tell whenever he feels really comfortable, because he takes up three quarters of the bed, just sprawled out like a rapidly growing infection.

And you always fit neatly against his side. Or on his chest.

König calls you his “Little bunny” (or “Bun-Bun”) because of how small you look when you’re nuzzled into his chest.

He never takes you, or anything you do, for granted.

You don’t know this (so keep this a secret between you and I) but König watches you when you sleep. More than you’d think.

Truth be told, the outlaw life terrifies him.

Sure, he has the swagger and the notoriety to make off with thousands in gold, jewels, and lavish material items, but, really, his greatest, most prized treasure is you.

There is only one of you. You cannot be bought, or replicated, or found in the wild like an ore of purest diamond.

Simply put, König’s success is entirely down to the fact that he can’t be caught lacking.

If he ever was to, he knows he’d lose you. Whether you’re taken by a stray bullet in a shoot-out or your town’s rangers come to tear you from his cold, lifeless grip, König takes every precaution to circumvent these tragedies by remaining the fastest hand in the west. And the most ruthless.

Even for an outlaw, his kill count is exceedingly high.

And it’s no coincidence that the numbers began to climb after he met you. Fell in love with you.

People who he’s seen giving you lecherous stares, or those he can sense have poor intentions, he’s taken them out the back and absolved the world of their presence.

And, at the end of every excursion, every execution, every haul, the weight of the world falls from König’s shoulders as he comes back to you.

He takes his mask down around you, hangs his hat upon the coat rack. You’re the only person who he shows his face to.

But, whenever you can tell a fragment of the day resides pinned in his mind, shrapnel of his self-inflicted lifestyle, you make sure to service him before bed.

How he likes to be serviced can change on a day-to-day basis. He’s not fussy.

The only thing that changes is whether he wants to be handled by you or if he wants to slam you into the pillows.

Possessive sex <333.

“Tell me you love me,” he rasps into your ear, pinning you to the mattress with his body, making escape an impossibility to you. “Tell me I’m the only one that will ever have you like this,”

As stated previously; he has a pair of handcuffs and knows how to use them.

Or, if they’re too far out of reach and he needs you bound now, he’ll use rope. Or even just his hands.

Eye contact. The whole time.

It’s as if a different person inhabits him when he gets like this; something dark and jagged, no mere demon, possesses his form. And, by extension, yours.

König’s not stopping until you’re full, he’s empty, and he’s confident you’re not leaving the house for the next few days.

But, when König is feeling fragile, he lets you take the lead.

Just lies back while you’re on top of him, calling him your “Good boy”, “my Prince”, “my protector,” – anything that reaffirms that he holds a great deal of importance in your life.

More often than not, he ends up with tears in his eyes.

Nobody has ever been so gentle and loving towards him as you have. And coupled with how you’re taking him slowly, taking the time to make sure you’re hitting all bases and he’s thoroughly loved, sends him over the edge.

Kiss his tears away and his soul leaves his body.

It’s times like these that, more than anything, König wants a simple life. A paroxysmal desire to lead an ordinary existence where the two of you can live together happily, without the threat of being chased out of town every few months.

And, maybe, one day, even have a family together.

Until then, König will continue to dream, to give you a lifestyle of sapphires and gold and every delicacy the human mind can conjure.

And whenever he looks at you before he leaves, he sees his good luck charm, the light at the end of his tunnel. And, most importantly, the embodiment of love itself.

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[darklordofthesimp]

Mummy? Ahem mother dark lord I am here to worship u 🧎🙇

Anything III and the whole series is simply chef's kiss but oh boy I can't help thinking of "I see red" by everyone loves an outlaw

A gun to your head, head, to your head, oh

Executioner style, and there won't be no trial

Don't you know that you're better off dead

Esp with the dreams Birdy is having

Oh, better sleep with one eye open tonight

Ik the song is abt cheating but I can't but feel it suits them in a way and the part where

Did you really think, I'd just forgive and forget

After catching you with her

Your blood should run cold, so cold

You, you two-timing, cheap-lying, wannabe

Sounds like it's in the POV of Ghost where he watches König and Birdy eventually get closer (hopefully we'll see that happening one fine day. Slowly but surely. Baby steps like what peepaw Price said) or König being around Birdy in general and Ghost simply "seeing red"

And this SCREAMS egg crack scene

Sorry this was so long and HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!!! Giving you a big kiss on that genius mind of yours (hehe your bday is only two days away from mine ;) Dec twinnies)

- angel anon

OH MT FUCKING GOD I SEE RED IS SO FUCKING PERFECT I LOVE IT

And oi I saw that photo a while back and it proper freaked me the fuck out with his dead ass eyes imagine seeing that on top of you QND THE FUCKING KNIFE uhjnro2lwlw

This must be how Birdy felt

[jakob-muller]

[The pen is delivered along with a cute smiley faced mug, and the following (extensive) note, as well as some chocolate:] 

February 14th, 2022

To my dearest Jakob, mein König, 

Today is Valentine’s Day, which is, indeed, a deeply commercialized holiday. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I like pink (and red is lovely, too) and I like (adore) love in all its many forms, but I do have to acknowledge that this holiday has become deeply commercialized. I mean, I don’t really think we need everything that different companies put out, but I’ll also admit that sometimes it’s fun, and I do love adding heart-shaped sprinkles to baked goods this time of year. I’m going to make you gluten free pancakes with heart shaped sprinkles, I hope you know. No dairy either, don’t worry. We can eat them cuddled under a blanket on the couch, if you’d like - I know I would, but then again, being next to you, close to you, or at least able to see you is the very best thing I can imagine. 

Now time for the very important history lesson about this holiday, because it wasn’t always Hallmark-related and an excuse to make way too many super cute stuffed bears. Which I am guessing you know, but you seemed to like my remarks about Halloween on that holiday, so now you have to suffer through more history lessons. ;)

It was originally a Christian feast day honoring either one or two early Christian martyrs named Saint Valentine (side-note, I went through a brief phase of finding martyrs extremely fascinating when I was about 9-10 years old. I can tell you more sometime if you’d like).

Anyhow, there’s many rumors about various Saint Valentines, but some include that he married young lovers in secret, even when Emperor Claudius II outlawed marriage for young men. Saint Valentine was put to death when this was discovered. I suppose that is how it became known for being associated with love, perhaps?

I won’t go on for forever (as this is not a thesis :P), but I couldn’t help but provide you with some history. You seem to not mind so much when I talk about academic-related things. :) One might even say you enjoy that. 

Moving on from that, I think there are some other important things to tell you. I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t like making lists, so please enjoy one specifically tailored to you.

Top five best things to do in New York (I’m an expert, you know):

Hold your hand

Kiss you

Wake up in your bed 3a. Go to bed with you

Go for walks around the city with you

Make you food / read with you / watch movies with you / hang out in your apartment

*yes, #5 counts as one thing :)

I still can’t believe the utter fortune I had to run into you by those red pandas. What if you hadn’t been there that day??? I cannot imagine it, and furthermore, I dread imagining such a world where I didn’t meet you. Even if you did successfully trick me into taking a longer route. It was well worth it, and as I stated in the above list, I treasure getting to go for walks around the city with you. No matter how long. I’d walk forever with you. 

Yes I know I am being quite terribly cheesy, but you’re the one who decided to date me, so you’re the one who’s to blame, in the end. That’s proof that’d hold up in court, and I should know, my mom’s a lawyer. 

I also made a playlist of my favorite Taylor Swift cutesy romantic songs. Can we please (pretty pretty please) listen to some of them?? :) I’ll make it worth your time. 

Thank you for being mine, on this day, and on all other days. Thank you for letting me be yours, too. Wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Deine kleine Prinzessin,

Maureen xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

PS: I may have something special, new, and red to show you tonight. :)

PPS: It’s not lipstick. ;)

PPPS: The pen is so you can have one back since I stole yours on Halloween and plan to keep it, and the mug made me smile, and so I hope it makes you smile, too. I have some more in-person gifts to give you too.

(Letter is covered with (quite) a few lipstick-stained kisses)

#submission #jakob oscillates between i'm too european for this shit and finding the perfect present for her

[mileycyprus-hill]

Mistakes, A RDR2 Fanfic

It’s been a few weeks since your drunken night with Arthur. That morning, you rose to a splitting headache and severe dry mouth as the morning sun woke you through the windows of your rented room. You distinctly recall feeling Arthur roll over behind you and stiffen as he realized whose bare waist he had his arms wrapped around. You were shocked yourself and said nothing while pretending to be asleep as he snuck his arm away and quietly rose out of bed. You heard him silently dress himself and leave the room without a word, leaving yourself alone to question it.

It was a long, slow ride back to camp that day. While you rode König at a leisurely pace, you tried to remember all the events that happened the night before: Arthur’s camp, the rum, the saloon, the endless conversations, walking up to the hotel room for some reason--guess you didn’t want to ride your horses drunk...then things started to get hazy. Obviously, you and Arthur fooled around considering you both woke up naked in bed. The more you tried to remember, the more scenes faded away in your memory. Your head was throbbing. Maybe you’ll remember more once this hangover goes away.

Gradually, your spotty memory returned once you properly rested and hydrated yourself.

The way he tensed up behind you in that bed irked you for days. Did he regret what you two did? You surely didn’t. But as the days went on and Arthur avoided you, you began to second-guess yourself. 

You had wished you weren’t so bold that night, because now your friendship is ruined. 

John started to notice it too: the awkwardness between you two. Whenever you sat next to Arthur to eat with him-like you always did-he would jump up and walk away. He’d say he forgot to talk to Dutch about something, or that he needed to run to town. Sitting across the table from you, John would catch sight of the hurt painted across your face, while he sent you looks of confusion. 

What hurt worse was that you couldn’t talk to John about it. He’d ask you what happened that night. What did you say to him? What did you do? 

“Nothing,” would be all that you’d reply. John’s like a brother to you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him what happened, no matter how much he pestered you. You know he wouldn’t understand.

It wasn’t easier with Arthur. He’d get short with John whenever he confronted him about it.

“What the hell happened that night, Arthur? Just what’d she do to piss you off so badly?” 

“Ain’t mad at her! Nothin’ happened,” he'd grumble.

“Oh really? Then why you been avoidin’ her? You won’t even go ridin’ with her no more! And she won’t even look at you-don’t act like I don't see it!” He quickly yells at you as you try to interject.

“...There’s something up with the both of ya, and I’m tired of it! Just kiss and make up already!”

Both of your eyes went wide at that last remark while John threw his arms up in frustration. 

“Mind your own damn business!” Arthur yelled, violently shoving John away. 

“Enough!” You finally yelled, your voice cutting through their quarreling.

John stomped off to his tent, leaving you and Arthur standing in front of each other in awkward silence.

It was true, you couldn’t make eye contact with him-but not for the same reasons John may be insinuating. Arthur may think you were embarrassed about that night, too ashamed to look at him anymore. If anything, you just didn’t want Arthur to be uncomfortable around you anymore; you wanted to give him space so he could warm up to you again. To go back to the way things were.

“Arthur, I--” 

“I ain’t mad at’cha, Y/N,” he interrupts with heat still lingering in the tone of his voice. He avoids your gaze with his head dropped down, eyes looking at his boots. Immediately, he turns to leave without giving you a chance to correct the situation. 

“No, lemme expl--” 

“Miss L/N! Mister Morgan! Quit bickering and get back to your chores!” screams the piercing voice of Ms. Grimshaw. The woman’s strides are like that of a military general, each step demanding authority as she nears you.

You look back to Arthur and realize he’s already gone, walking away with his back to you. You turn back to Ms. Grimshaw, her hands resting on her hips, nostrils flaring in irritation.

“Yes, Miss Grimshaw,” you reply meekly. 

A few more days roll by with Arthur no longer asking you to accompany him on jobs, and you involuntarily distance yourself from everyone else. You decided to keep yourself busy by washing laundry. You hated the chore, but it was something to do. Laundry is at least a mundane task enough to let you meditate in silence and organize your thoughts.

It was then you realize it’d been a while since you last menstruated. Contrary to what Ms. Grimshaw would stress to you, you never really kept track of your cycles. You weren’t all that sexually active. The men were slim pickings, and you didn’t want to risk getting pregnant or contracting diseases. (A popular scare tactic from Grimshaw when you were younger.)

Besides, you were fine with solving your sexual urges by yourself. Pleasing yourself with your fingers in your tent at night to the thought of Arthu–Shiiiiit!

Shit, shit, shit, SHIT! ARTHUR!

The vivid memories of that night come flaring back, like the ignition of flash powder in a photography studio. You frantically try to get your mind together. 

Think. When did I last have it?

Oh god, oh god, oh god! 

You’re frozen on your knees in front of the wash bucket, breathing heavily through your nostrils. Eyes focused on the soapy water as you try to remember. God, you can’t remember for the life of you! It couldn’t have been last month, could it? Two months? You had sex with Arthur when? Two weeks ago? How could you possibly forget? 

Oh yeah, we were drunk.

But how could you forget a night like that? A night you always wanted, craved even. The two of you tried to pretend that night never even happened. You both tried to go about your regular business, with Arthur acting more awkward than usual around you. You hated it. You constantly worried if he regretted laying with you. 

“Fuck.” You whispered.

You were too frightened to even think of the word.

Pregnant?

“No,” you assured yourself.

“You alright, Y/N?” a voice snaps you from your thoughts.

You jerk your head up to see Hosea standing over you, one hand on his hip, another holding a pipe to his lips.

“Fine,” you say, trying to still the shakiness in your voice.

“You look as if you’ve seen into the future in that dirty water,” he points with the mouthpiece of his pipe. 

“Perhaps I have,” you attempt to joke, forcing a cringe-worthy smile. 

“Nothing good, I take it?” he retorts. 

Your smile falters as you lower your head and return your attention to the wash bucket, watching the foamy ripples while still holding a wet shirt in your hands. Your skirt is soaked from the soggy fabric. You shake your head silently, trying to calm your anxious breathing as your vision gets blurry with tears. 

A sigh comes from above you. Hosea crouches himself next to you and gently grasps your upper arm, taking the wet shirt from your hands. Ironically, it’s one of Arthur’s, the fabric stained and stretched from excessive use. He tosses it back into the bucket and cradles both of your hands in his. His touch is light and pleasant. A stranger would never guess his profession to be outlaw from the touch of his hands, but instead a gentler occupation like a tailor or doctor. He grips your hands as if he’s holding a small and fragile bird.

“Tell me...” he requests. “Is this about you and Arthur?”

You’re afraid to look him in the eyes when you look up, instead drawing your focus to his chest. You refrain from answering, but he can already guess your answer by your lack of response. 

He sighs again, “What happened?” The inflection in his voice curious and worried, “You two used to be so close. Now neither of you will give each other the time of day.” 

You shrug, like a guilty child avoiding the responsibility for breaking a valuable item after being caught at the scene. 

“I dunno,” you mutter.

“Now don’t give me that,” he replies sharply.

By now your chin is quivering while you attempt to hold yourself together. You’re too terrified to tell him what happened. How will he react when you tell him you both got drunk and ended up in bed? Hosea always taught you kids to be responsible. You’re afraid he’ll never again view you as his quick-witted daughter, the brain of the three kids-Arthur, John, and Y/N-who was always so safe and had a calculated plan. Instead, you’re worried he’d see you as a hussy who got herself knocked up; someone who swooped in to take advantage of a friend to fulfill her own selfish desires.

Deep down you know in your heart Hosea wouldn’t think that of you, but paranoia is taking control of your thoughts. What if he sent you away? Would the gang accept a baby into the group? Or would they view it and you as a nuisance?

“C’mon. Let’s go for a walk,” Hosea rises and opens his hand to you. “We’ll take all the time you need.” 

You take his hand and he pulls you up to stand. The two of you silently walk out of camp, away from prying eyes and open ears. 

You’re at least half a mile away from camp by now before Hosea stops you. He takes a step forward and turns to you, arms crossed.

“Now, tell me what happened,” he presses, with a stern yet sympathetic look.

You battle with yourself. Do you tell him the truth? Do you tell him the two of you got drunk and slept together? That you may or may not be pregnant?

Instead, you lie.

“I uh,” you clear your throat, “we got drunk and um...I said some pretty nasty things about Mary.”

You finally look up to Hosea and see his expression is unreadable, his chin tipped up as if he’s examining you.

You continue, “I tried to cheer him up, y’know? Tried to tell him he’s better off without her. That she’s not worth it, nothing but a money-grubbing, gold digger from a greedy family...”

You drop your head, “Said she wasn’t even pretty. Said that she couldn’t even pass for a two-penny whore.”

It agonized you to say these things. You feel them cut through your heart like a knife. 

“Y/N,” Hosea sighs disappointedly. “That ain’t like you. You know better than to say things like that. You liked Mary.”

“Well, I did but...not anymore.” You respond, straightening yourself to instill false confidence in your lie.

A moment passes in silence. You’re left feeling worse for lying to him. This is Hosea, the man who could always see right through you. You never lied to him. 

Does he even believe you?

Hosea raises his arm up and places his hand on your shoulder.

“I know your heart was in the right place, Y/N. But, it’s no good talking like that about a woman in front of a man who loves her...Even if she did break his heart.”

You discreetly nod in response. Shuffling your feet in the dry New Austin dirt.

“I know,” you agree softly. “I feel stupid ‘bout the whole thing.”

“I bet you do,” he responds, “I hope you had a chance to apologize.”

You shrug your shoulders again, “Not really. Man won’t even speak to me.”

At that, Hosea claps at your shoulder. “Well, let’s change that.”

He turns you to walk back towards camp, “Go tell him, Y/N. I’ll catch up with ya.” He gently nudges you forward and you step on towards camp, looking back at Hosea. He nods his head to encourage you on. 

Great. Now what do I do?

Your mind goes blank as your feet mindlessly walk you back towards the edge of camp. You don’t even realize you’re already standing by Arthur’s empty tent, with no idea how long you’ve been standing there.

Suddenly, a gruff voice behind you makes reality snap back into place.

“Y/N? What’ryou doin’ here?”

Quickly turning around, you see Arthur in a sweaty state, a pile of chopped wood behind him. His hat is abandoned and his head drenched in sweat, along with his buttoned shirt, or...partially buttoned. He walks to his tent panting and rubbing the sweat from his brow with his forearm, revealing a small portion of his lower stomach as his shirt rides up from his trousers. Your eyes involuntarily follow the familiar trail of hair down to his covered groin.

Stammering at what words to say, your tongue feels fat and your lips loose.

“I- uh, um...Arthur?”

“Yes?” He answers slowly with a slight annoyance.

Closing your eyes with a deep sigh, “We need to talk.”

»»————-　★　————-««

*ala Porky pig*

eh-beh-deh-b-bb-b That’s all folks! (For now at least.) I will admit, it took me longer than it should have to finish this and I have sooooo much more in my notes. I mean, our poor reader isn’t even sure if she’s pregnant or not 👀 And lawdy, we still gotta get through the trimesters and eventually the birth of our babe. 

In a few days, I’m gonna let y’all vote on the baby's name!! 😁🤗😮 

#mistakes #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x fem reader #arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #red dead redemption 2