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Aurora Borealis - König x reader - Part 5

Series master post - Read on Ao3

Chapter specific tags/warnings: Reader yelling and König yelling back, slight manipulation(?), and being held against your will.

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

You wake up, and all you wish is that you could go back to sleep and ignore the reality you find yourself in.

For the first time, König’s presence is a negative one.

You’d spent the night stifling sobs. Alternating between holding your breath and gasping for air- a futile attempt to breath regularly and keep the sounds of your sobbing at bay. You couldn’t stop the way you trembled or how your body jerked at each desperate inhale, and the need to wail and lay all your hurt, despair, and pain bare left you with an ache from clenching your jaw.

It was painfully obvious you were crying. If the tears soaked into the pillow weren’t enough to tell, the shaking breathing and occasional stifled wail certainly were, but König never said anything. Either he was dead asleep or simply decided to leave you to your own sorrow, he did nothing. Only the occasional tightening of his arms around you told you he was- at least occasionally- semi awake.

It was something you couldn’t help but be thankful for. You weren’t sure if you could handle him trying to “comfort” you at the moment. You were glad to be left to wallow in your own fear and confusion and wear yourself out with tears.

When you woke up, you didn’t remember falling asleep. The only indication of morning was the absence of the body behind you and the beams of sunlight peaking out from behind the blackout curtains.

You didn’t move at first. You could hear König moving around the cabin and didn’t want to signal him to your consciousness. You spent at least an hour laying on the bed. Only moving to pull the comforter out from where it was tucked in and to wrap it around your curled up form like a shell. At one point, you had inched your fingers towards where you knew you’d left your phone last night- charging on the nightstand- and bit your lip to stifle a sob when you found it gone.

You were still crying. Not last night, you didn’t wail and choke on your tears in the same depairful and pained way as was last night. Instead, you cried from a grief born from a loss you didn’t even know the full extent of yet. You could feel the steady stream of tears leaking from the corners of your eyes and rolling with gravity over the bridge of your nose, soaking into the sheet and dampening the side of your head against the bed so even just the air circulating around the cabin felt cold against it.

But you can’t hide from reality forever.

Eventually, you hear König’s puttering footsteps approaching you.

“Schatz, can we talk? I know you’re awake.” König says, and somehow the realization he knew you were awake the whole time only makes you feel worse.

When you don’t respond he puts a hand on your shoulder, shaking you gently.

You curl up into a ball, pulling your blanket with you like a cocoon. “No.” You say, but it comes out weaker than you wanted.

You hear a sigh from somewhere behind you as König rolls you onto your back despite your best efforts, peeling away the blanket from your head and exposing your face.

When you’re exposed to the cold, dry air of the rest of the cabin, you come to the conclusion that it’s freakishly cold inside for some reason.

“Please?” He asks, and you hate hate hate the pleading note of his voice.

“No!” You say again sharply, stuffing your face into the mattress- no matter how much the argument makes you feel like a child throwing a tantrum.

Because god damn it, maybe you deserve to throw a fucking tantrum.

“Please?” König tries again, looking at you like a kicked puppy.

You’re going to scream. You’re going to punch a wall and tear out your hair. You hate the man in front of you, you hate him so much. He did whatever-the-fuck-last-night-was, then has the audacity to come in and act hurt that you won’t talk to him.

There’s another sigh from the man above you before his hand retreats.

“I understand you’re upset, but you can not hide in the bed forever.” König says, back to his calm demeanor as his hand moves to work its way under your blanket and pet at your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear. The hair on the back of your neck stands on end and you can’t help but pull the blanket tighter around you as he does.

“Please? I made breakfast, we can talk?” He says, the slightest desperation to his words.

Your immediate reaction is to deny him, but your stomach feels like it’s eating itself at this point… and he is right, you can’t hide from him forever.

You hate yourself for giving in.

Wordlessly, you roll out of the bed, taking the blanket with you as you very pointedly don’t look at König. The cabin is freezing, so you keep the blanket pulled tight around your shoulders and make it a point to glance at the woodstove across the room, finding it empty.

Before you can bring it up, you’re distracted by the sight of food. Your eyes widen and your stomach gurgles at the sight of two bowls of oatmeal set out at the table with plates of various add-ins spread out in the middle.

The bottom of the blanket drags along the floor as you shuffle towards the table, sitting down as you continue to ignore König as you dump a spoon full of brown sugar and some sliced banana into your bowl.

König remains standing by the bed, watching you silently as you make a show of ignoring him and- much to your annoyance- smiling softly when you start to eat the food he had set out for you.

As you semi-angrily shovel oatmeal into your mouth, König takes a seat across from you, continuing to watch you with a happy smile.

“Do you like it?”

You shrug, stuffing another spoonful of the food into your mouth as you keep your eyes angrily focused on the table.

For a moment, there’s silence, until König speaks again, sounding as if the words he’s saying are physically paining him.

“I’m sorry.”

You don’t respond immediately, stabbing your spoon into the oatmeal aggressively, wishing you had a fork and something more substantial to stab.

“For what?” You growl.

“I… forget my own strength. I did not mean to throw you so hard, or at all last night, I am sorry.” He says, pausing to pinch and rub at the bridge of his nose. “…and I am sorry for not taking your feelings into account. It was unrealistic to expect you not to be upset, I am sorry for not being there to comfort you.”

Once again, you remained silent, your spoon frozen halfway to your mouth as you try to make heads and tails of his statement.

The effort leads you to your memories of the previous night, which only serve to fog your brain.

König is blissfully silent as you think, but your cognitive dissonance regarding what you saw makes it impossible for you to accept it. It has to be some sort of mean joke- it has to be. You can’t even bring yourself to think any deeper about it. It’s like there’s a mental wall separating you from thinking about it beyond anger and confusion.

Your train of thought diverts, choosing the path of least resistance and moving towards concern for those outside of the little bubble of isolation König has formed around you two- and possibly towards thoughts of getting help.

“My phone- where is it? I need it.” You say, barely keeping a tremor from your words.

“I took it.” König replies simply. “It only would’ve made you upset.”

“Give it to me.” You say, anger bubbling up beneath your skin.

König sights, reaching into his back pocket and taking out your phone, sliding it across the table to you.

You try to wake the thing desperately, growing increasingly panicked when even holding down the home button does nothing.

“What did you do to it??” You demand, setting the phone back down with a bit more force than necessary.

“See? I told you, it would only-“ König starts, stopping when you stand up, nearly sending your chair falling backwards as you drop your blanket and angrily march over to the emergency landline phone hanging on the wall.

You dial number after number. Parents, family, friends, the police- but time after time you’re met with no answer.

“No- no no, please-“ You whisper into the receiver, hands shaking as you cover your mouth to stifle a sob.

No- no no no, you silently beg. Your chest heaves with a sob when König comes up behind you and rests a hand on your shoulder. No, it can’t be real- it can’t be true.

The memories of last night resurface in your mind- the fluorescent fog engulfing the ground like an ocean, the silent awe König held for the sight and the sheer terror you felt in every bone of your body.

Your skin crawls as König takes you into his arms, feeling your shivering body and rubbing his hands up and down your arms to try and warm you up some.

“I told you, Schatz. I understand that you’re upset, but acting like this won’t get you anywhere.”

Suddenly, you’re seething, the whirlwind of emotions is too much- whiplashed from moving from pained, to angry, to scared, then back to angry again leaves you volatile and ready to snap. Nothing is certain, you don’t know anything for sure and you hate it.

You attempt to shove König off of you, sending yourself stumbling back instead but taking it in stride, glaring up at him with all the rage you can muster.

“Acting like what, König?” You spit, filling the word “what” with as much vitriol as you possibly can.

“Acting unreasonable-”

You stand up, slamming your hand down on the nearby counter, pain shooting through your arm when you miss and smack your hand on the corner instead.

“OH I’M THE ONE ACTING UNREASONABLE?” You scream, straining your vocal cords as you speak and not flinching when König snaps and screams back in turn.

“YES! YES YOU ARE!” König yells back. “I SAVED YOU! YOU SHOULD BE GRATEFUL! YOU COULD BE A FROZEN CORPSE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE RIGHT NOW, BUT I CHOOSE TO SAVE YOU!”

You reel back, curling in on yourself and sobbing, a switch flipped at his reaction. You end up forcing yourself as far back into the corner between the wall and cabinets as you. The whirlwind of emotions inside of you culminates in fear as König snaps, slamming his fist into the wall and running his other through his hair, gripping the short strands to the point that you’re sure he’s going to pull some out.

“I’VE TRIED TO BE GENTLE. I’VE TRIED TO BE UNDERSTANDING, WHY ARE YOU STILL ACTING LIKE THIS??”

König stops moving, taking a deep, shuddering breath in and slowly releasing his death grip on his hair before turning back to you.

You don’t miss the hairs falling from his hand when he lowers it to his side, and you hardly react when he steps closer towards you. You don't even know whether you’re scared of him or at the concept of something monumental enough to result in complete radio silence from the world.

He pulls you into his arms and you sob. His body shakes right alongside yours as his fingers comb gently through your hair.

“I-it’ll be okay…” He says, taking another shuddering breath. “Please, Schatz- I’m sorry, I’m trying my best…”

It’s akin to a house coming crumbling down. The past few hours have worn you thin- taking you apart brick by brick and beam by beam. The way König’s touch feels comforting and warm enough for you to pretend he was still the man you’d known and break down safely in his arms.

It doesn’t matter that he just snapped at you, the crushing grief at prossecing the loss of everyone you’ve ever known easily overpowers it.

His words shouldn’t bring you comfort, you know that. It’s like a hawk comforting a mouse- crouched down with its wings spread to shield the small thing from the world as it strokes the shaking mouse’s fur with a razor sharp talon, not realizing the entire cause of the mouse’s fear is the hawk itself.

#fem!reader #könig x reader #könig x you #könig x y/n #könig fanfiction #fem reader #könig mw2 #könig cod #könig call of duty

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clementine-thedestroyer · 1 day

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You know, octopus eggs are really tiny, which means that instead of a few large eggs, oviposition with tentacle moster!König would probably involve a massive clutch of smaller eggs- which is good news for us ig. I’d much rather have a bunch of small things go past my cervix than a couple giant ones.

But, on another note, female octopuses kind of self destruct after they lay their eggs- like starving themselves, eating their own arms and hurting themselves.

So imagine reader who just delivered a clutch of König’s eggs and spends every possible moment attending to them. She built her eggs and her a little nest in a closet or something and she’s not leaving it until they hatch.

But because of… hormones or something, König has to like drag her out of the nest to feed and bathe her. The delivery of her eggs brought on a sudden change in hormones and now she’s displaying behavior typical of a female octopus.

Maybe it’s something the eggs are supposed to do- to make their carrier forcibly become more like their intended mother, but König recognizes it and ends up having to make sure his little mate doesn’t self destruct.

He has to force her to eat, to drink- has to watch her ti make sure she doesn’t try to hurt herself, and by the end, he’s fussing over her more than she’s fussing over her eggs.

But it’s not her fault! She’s just trying to be a good mama for his eggs, she’s just doing what her body’s telling her. And on one level, König recognizes that, and it makes something inside him deeply happy to see his mate behaving like a typical mother of his species would.

On the other hand, he’s having to restrain you so you don’t fucking gnaw off your own arm.

Maybe he’ll just have to fuck another clutch into you so your self preservation instincts click in again and you’ll stop trying to self destruct- if only for the sake of his eggs that you’re carrying.

#fem!reader #könig x reader #könig x y/n #könig cod #könig call of duty #könig x you #könig #fem reader

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clementine-thedestroyer · 1 day

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Reader who’s an informant for Laswell or the CIA or the British equivalent of that (idk don’t make me explain myself) but who’s code name is snitch. Or maybe they’re not even an informant- they just somehow got caught with Snitch as a call sign and now they have to constantly explain it to everyone they meet.

Idk I just think it’s funny.

#I used to get called a snitch a lot as a kid #so now I’m channeling that #cod mwii #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty

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clementine-thedestroyer · 2 days

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Just so yall know, the 5th chapter of Aurora Borealis is done. It’s posted on Ao3 but i haven’t had the chance to post it here yet.

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clementine-thedestroyer · 3 days

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You are gay

Case in point.

#this shouldn’t really be news to anyone

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clementine-thedestroyer · 3 days

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fun fact your fic single-handedly caused me to not be able to look at the sky

but I did read a space horror fic with space phobia so like

my bad bro

Thank you!!! That’s so sweet! 😭 I’m so glad it managed to actually come across as scary and not just weird!

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clementine-thedestroyer · 4 days

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Kinktober Day 29/30: Piss + humiliation - Gaz x reader

Tags/warnings: Fem!reader, fingering, no piss drinking, only wetting yourself. Humiliation, praise, fingering, being called princess, love, baby, and good girl.

No, what are you talking about. It’s not April, it’s October 30th.

Basically, Gaz helps you through your first time trying this kind of thing out with him when you can’t let go on your own.

“Come on baby, I know you can do it for me.” Gaz coos, holding your head up with a hand on each side of your temple and his fingers threaded through the roots of your hair, keeping you looking up at him.

You sob, squirming, wanting nothing more than to look away and hide your face. Your cheeks feel hotter than the sun with need and humiliation and fat, ugly tears streak your face- all while Gaz looks down at you with a sweet look of condescending adoration.

Even through your clothes, the tile of the shower floor feels uncomfortably cold against your legs as you sit with your knees spread to the sides.

You have to pee, you have to pee so, so bad. You couldn’t stop squirming at this point- bouncing and wiggling and doing anything you could to distract yourself from the raging pressure of your bladder.

You’d been holding it all day- trying to delay this exact situation, but eventually Gaz had gotten fed up, dragging you to the two of you’s shower and telling you that you weren’t getting up off the tile until you’d gone for him.

“I-I can’t!” You say, more tears slipping out of your eyes.

Gaz frowns, stroking at your tear-stained cheek with his thumb.

“Yes you can. Come on baby, just let go for me. You’ll feel so much better after you do, I promise.”

You let out another sob. The skin around your stomach feels too tight, your bladder feels like it’s about to burst, but the shame at the idea of wetting yourself- no matter how much you knew Gaz and you both loved and agreed to this scene- was too much, so you just squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head.

“What’s with the crocodile tears, love?” Gaz asks, kneeling down to your level and squishing your cheeks together to make you look back at him.

“I can’t do it!” You cry, words muffled by Gaz’s squishing of your face. You’d tried to- you really had, to just go. But you couldn't, you couldn’t force yourself to let go in front of Gaz.

Gaz smirks, taking one of his hands down to push at your distended lower belly, right at your bladder.

“I think you can.” He says, only smiling wider when you yelp and jerk your hips away from him. “Do you need some help, princess?”

You crumple, sniffling back snot as you duck your head and nod.

Gaz grins, getting on his knees on the edge of the shower and scooting you back so you were backed up against the wall so you couldn’t squirm away before gently starting to press on your bladder. You instinctively try to jerk your hips away again, eyes widening and face flaming as you feel a trickle of piss start to escape you.

Gaz grins knowingly, rubbing at your clit with his other hand and- oh, oh that does it. Your body lets go as your hips stutter and jerk into his hand. The burning humiliation proves too much, your chest is wracked with sobs as warm piss soaks into your bottoms and down the shower drain and a pang of arousal shoots through you.

Immediately, Gaz is there, cooing soft praises as he holds you close against him and continues to rub your clit, cooing soft praises into your ear as he rubs your back and lets you sob into his shoulder.

“Good girl, good girl. Did so good for me, didn’t you? Just needed a little help to let go- that’s alright, it’s okay, precious.” He says, holding you tight even as piss continues to pour out of you, even soaking into his own pants somewhat too.

To your horror, your holding of your piss seems to come back to bite you, as even after your stream starts to dwindle, piss continues to dribble out of you for at least half a minute after you feel done.

Throughout it all, Gaz continues to sooth you, praising and loving on you and continuing to rub at your clit until your sobs and sniffles turn into moans and whimpers.

His hand finds its way lower, not carrying about the piss soaked fabric clinging to your skin and slipping his fingers between your folds easily with how slick they are from your own arousal.

Gaz laughs softly at the discovery of how utterly soaked you are, kissing you softly before having you look up at him.

“Aw, did my poor girl make a mess of herself?” He teases, and you can’t help but moan desperately and nod, clutching at him as you move your hips and practically ride his fingers.

“That’s okay love, I’ll take care of you.” He says, mouthing a kiss at the side of your neck as he fucks you with his fingers, cooing and praising you when you come with a sob from just the two digits.

“Good girl,” He says, smiling at you lovingly, all traces of the earlier condescension gone. “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” He finishes before turning on the shower, pressing a final loving kiss to your lips before starting to get the two of you cleaned up.

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

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clementine-thedestroyer · 5 days

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You know the drill <3

Writers confident challenge! list your 5 writings you love the most! Reread them and tell yourself you are a gem to this world! and if you want, send this to the writers you like let them know how awesome they are! It can WIPs or published fics!💌

Hmm that’s hard, but I think I finally have my list, at least for how I feel about these fics right now. I was only able to think of 3 though, I view everything else as probably mediocre.

Page break because this post ended up being really long since I started yapping about what half of them were about 😭

1. Diesel Smoke, Dangerous Curves - an old Lumine x Childe Trucker AU where Lumine is a trucker and picks up Childe hitchhiking, who turns out to be a college kid who got kicked out by his parents. It was made listening to a lot of trucker music and is still what I consider to be my most creative work, and I really, really wish I had gotten more than one chapter published. This kind of makes me want to go back and finish it, so who knows.

2. Aurora Borealis - maybe it’s just because I’m currently writing it, but I really do love this story! There’s not much else to say other than I’m just very hopeful I actually finish it.

3. Over The Garden Wall AU w/ Gaz as The Beast - I don’t believe I have anything more than a few sentences written for this, but I can’t explain how much the idea of a dark version of Gaz fits with The Beast. The manipulation??? The tricks??? The somewhat amused and entertained attitude The Beast keeps up until the very end when he realizes he’s lost?? I would just love to put reader in the place of Greg and Wirt, whether they make it out alive or not, the idea of Beast!Gaz stroking their out of their face and tucking it behind their ears even as their skin goes cold and pale and their eyes glaze over as they’re turned into an Edelwood tree… or maybe reader goes into the unknown with a sibling or friend or something and Gaz convinces them to become his new lantern bearer- teasing and tormenting them as they unknowingly keep his soul alive, believing it to be that of their lost loved one.

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clementine-thedestroyer · 6 days

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In my writing, the mention of calloused/rough hands comes up a lot. Especially with regards to Price.

PSA that I will not be changing that any time soon. Callouses are hot.

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clementine-thedestroyer · 9 days

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Old guard leather Price? I don’t know enough about that stuff to write about it, but um… do you think he’d let us black or polish his boots?

#john price #john price x reader

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clementine-thedestroyer · 10 days

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Originally I was going to end Aurora Borealis at this last chapter, but enough people on Ao3 have asked and I had enough ideas that it’s getting at least one more chapter

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clementine-thedestroyer · 12 days

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Aurora Borealis - König x reader - Part 4

Series master post - Read on Ao3

Chapter specific tags/warnings: Apocalypse, end of the world, mass extinctions. Kidnapping, some violence, slight dub/non con kissing, implied nonhuman König.

It’s your third night at the cabin, and everything’s going great… until you’re nudged awake in the middle of the night by König, who has plans.

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

Tags for this series as a whole can be found on the series master post, this chapter is where this fic earns a lot of them.

It was your third night at the cabin, and so far things were great, you were enjoying yourself much more than you thought you would. The first night was on its way to proving itself a fluke, and you were able to chock it up to the first night sleeping in a new place since you hadn’t had any nightmares or problems sleeping since.

The cabin felt homey at this point, perfect for spending hours snuggled up with König and forcing him to watch the movies you’d downloaded on your computer with you- a good chunk of which, much to his dismay, were chick flicks.

The remoteness- the thing that had made you so antsy about this trip in the first place- turned out to be one of your favorite parts.

It’s been a while since you’d been so surrounded by nature. When you went with König on hikes, it felt like rounding every corner brought you face to face with picturesque landscape after landscape, and it was calming and grounding in a way you never thought it could be.

The isolation came in handy in another way- with no neighbors around to hear, you and König had been fucking like rabbits since that first night.

In conclusion- it was amazing. It really was, and when you fell asleep on that third night, you’d done so tucked securely against König’s chest, feeling the most at ease you had in a long time.

He’d woken you up about 15 minutes ago, nudging your shoulder and whispering that he had something to show you.

König had ignored your sleepy grumbles, gently pulling you into a sitting position and wrestling your uncooperative body into a jacket, windbreaker, and snow pants over your fuzzy pajamas.

It didn’t strike you as weird that he was fully dressed in his own cold weather gear- neither did the almost empty coffee pot, or that, despite his many reassurances that he’d join you after he finished with the dishes, you’d never felt him slip into bed with you. Even if any of it had made you think twice, it was König- he’d watch the world burn if it meant keeping you safe.

König had led you out of the room, a steadying head at the small of your back as you shuffled towards the door with a yawn and stretch.

“Bigggggg stretch,” König had teased- tugging a hat over your head and giving you his arm for support as you stepped into your shoes.

You’d glared at his comment, ignoring the further teasing and accusations of “pouting”, but too sleepy to do much more than that.

It was quickly forgotten anyway, because when König opened the door, you were met with the sight of neon greens, blues, and purples dancing across the sky. You’d balked at the sight, jaw slacked as you let König lead you down the house’s stairs and across the snow covered yard.

It must be something about seeing the lights in person, because even in photos, you’d never seen the northern lights look so vibrant.

König had chuckled at your reaction, unzipping his coat, pulling you close, and enveloping you in a bundle of warmth and fabric as he rested his chin atop your head and watched the lights with you.

The moon was beautiful too, it must be where you are, but you’d never seen the moon looking so close.

Like in my dream. A voice in the back of your head says that you quickly silence.

The two of you are on an elevated area, a break in the trees by a ledge that overlooks the landscape below. What must be miles away, you can see the dim lights and small buildings of the town you two had flew into.

It was great- it was perfect even. It really was been. The snow crunched beneath you when you shifted your weight, the wind was nice- blowing just enough for the aluminum wind chime above the cabin’s door to sing its tuneless song, but not enough to turn your nose immediately numb- and the sky had been picturesque.

It was unbelievable, every photo you’d seen of the northern lights had failed spectacularly at catching the beauty of what you saw before you.

But the awe really only lasted a minute at most, because the longer you watched the sky, the more a distinct feeling of wrongness and anxiety bubbled up.

It was a creeping dread, moving slowly but steadily from the edges of your mind to become your sole focus, from the depths of your stomach to the back of your throat, leaving you feeling like you were nearly about to vomit.

Something was deeply wrong.

Because this wasn’t what you had seen in photos. This wasn’t what tourist guides advertised or what occupied the cover of every travel magazine at least once during the winter.

Only so much could be chalked up to the limitations of a camera lens. This was brighter, bigger, and closer. You don’t recall ever seeing a photo of the northern lights where they looked like they were touching the ground in the distance- like the light was pouring out of the sky, reaching down from the heavens in fluorescent, twisting tendrils.

“König- I don’t feel good,” you mumble, shifting subconsciously closer to him and deeper into the open sides of his coats that enveloped you. Something basal, something primal, something scared inside you was telling you to run. To hide, to get away.

König, for his part, seemed unconcerned.

“Don’t worry, Liebling. You’re safe with me.” He murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

“I don’t feel safe- I want to go inside.” You insist, trying to step away from his hold and towards the cabin’s door.

König’s arms immediately tighten around you, nearly lifting you onto the tips of your toes with how closely he hugs you to him. The way he’s holding you may have been comforting in any other situation. In fact, just a few moments ago it had been comforting. But now, it was nothing but suffocating.

“You are safe.”

You’re stuck- trying not to squirm despite the unease and borderline panic thrumming through you. König knows you’re uncomfortable, you know he does based on how he keeps his hold firm but not painful, and his voice low and soothing like he would with a scared animal about to bolt- and the condescending nature of it would anger you if it was anywhere near one of your priorities at the moment.

“You are safe, my dear.” König repeats, stroking at your hair with one hand while continuing to hold you against him with the other. “You know I would never do anything to hurt you, yeah? So why do you worry?”

“Let me go, König.” You say, pushing at the arm he has looped around your waist and trying to keep your tone firm. The urge to run is overpowering now. You want nothing more than to find a safe, small, dark space to squeeze yourself into like some small animal hiding from a storm.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Schatz.”

“König- König come on, this isn't funny.” You say, voice cracking as you squirm and try to force his arm off of you.

“I am not joking.” König replies, his tone devoid of any humor or teasing and as serious as you’ve ever heard him.

The sense of dread feels crushing now- inescapable as a sense of panic fills your thoughts, adrenaline pumping through your veins and hastening every thought and motion. The lights had spread further, with more pockets of the sky opening up to spill the tendrils light towards the earth. In some places, the lights had already reached the ground, while in others, they had just begun to leak from the sky.

Where the light touched the ground, it spread, flowing across the ground in a deceptively liquid like manner, reminding you of the cloudy white gas that would come off of dry ice.

The lights were mostly centered towards the area you recognized as where the small town from yesterday sat. It was far- but you could make out the light moving over the ground, swallowing ant sized buildings in lava flows of fluorescent light.

If it weren’t for König’s hold on you, you’d be gone. You know it. You’re not sure where to- maybe back inside, maybe out into the forest- but you’d be booking it.

It’s uncanny. Uncanny in the way the light flows called you, made you want to reach out and touch them, even as your every instinct screamed at you to run. You couldn’t help but be reminded of a guppy in the face of an angler fish’s lure.

“If I let you go, you’ll run. You could get hurt- trip and break an ankle running around like a frightened bunny. That would defeat the whole purpose of bringing you out here, yeah?” König says, his hold on you strong and unyielding. “I’m not letting you go until I know you won’t run off and get yourself hurt or worse.”

He loosens his hold the slightest bit, letting you go forward just enough for him to be able to see your face and lock eyes with you.

He looks down at you with concern, looking almost genuinely confused at the state of you. “I don’t see why you’re upset. I thought you’d want to see it… witnessing the end of your own species is quite the achievement, isn’t it?”

You freeze, eyes locked on the far off town, watching as the few remaining buildings are enveloped by the flowing lights.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” König says, speaking quietly and calmly into your ear, watching the lights with a hint of pride and admiration.

“An…. Extinction event. Hm? I believe that’s what you would call it.”

And somehow. Deep down, you know what he’s saying is true. As you watch the seemingly endless light continue to pour from the sky, you know the people in its path are dead. You know that the woman you’d seen walking as you helped König lug your suitcases through the snow was dead, and you know that the little boy you’d seen walking beside her- bundled up in puffy coats and struggling to make his way through the fresh, powdery snow- was gone too. You know that the man König had paid an absurd amount of money to fly the two of you up here and the sweet, elderly couple that ran the general goods store- who you had promised to talk to again before you left- were all dead. And you know they’d never even stood a chance.

You didn’t want to believe him- you really didn’t. You wanted to believe that what you were seeing was harmless, that it was a simple, harmless phenomenon that was easily explainable by science.

But more and more adrenaline was steadily pumping into your veins, every bit of your body practically ached with how bad it was telling you to run, and the horrible, building, bubbling feeling of dread was only growing. You just knew- you just knew he was right. Or rather, not that he was right, but that what you were seeing in front of you was undeniably the end.

“Schatz- why do you cry?” König murmurs, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, licking and sucking softly at the skin, seemingly unaffected by the sights in front of him.

You whine, desperate and pleading as you try to shrink away from the mouth on your neck. But he only took you tilting your head away and your noises as an invitation, continuing to suck hickeys into your skin like a dog to the first water it’d seen in weeks.

At a sob from you, he stopped, removing his mouth from your neck and looking at your hurt and terrified face with something that bordered confusion- seemingly genuinely disappointed that you were not reciprocating his affection.

“I don’t understand, why are you so upset? I told you, you’re safe with me. There is no need to cry.” He says, trying to wipe at your tears with his hand, frown deepening when you take the opportunity to try and break free of his hold, sobbing and scrambling like a rabbit from a wolf’s jaws. His brows are furrowed tightly together and his face is one of sincere confusion.

Even just the single arm wrapped around your waist is enough for him to hold you, and it hits you just how much bigger and stronger than you König is. You’ve always known he’s strong- you’ve watched him work out, but the feeling of being restrained so effortlessly is crushing. You find yourself both clinging to him in fear and for support and desperately trying to get away from him.

The hand wrapped around you disappears, only for it to reappear almost instantly as he grabs your shoulder and turns you around, hugging you back close to him with your face pressed right up against his chest.

“Shh, shhh” He coos, petting your hair in an attempt to settle you. “Just calm down, listen to me.”

You want to lash out at his words. At the audacity of him to tell you to “calm down”, at the gall of this man for treating you like you're the unreasonable one. The threat and fear of the lights pouring from the sky and König’s actions has long ceased from being the most prominent issue in your mind, losing out its spot to white hot fury towards the man you’d trusted so deeply.

You feel like an animal caught in a trap; willing to gnaw your own leg off to escape and ready to tear into the hand reaching towards you regardless of whether it brings harm for assistance- yet without the teeth to do either, and you hate the mixture of fear and desperation that comes with it.

“Why are you doing this? I saved you, Schatz.” König says softly, almost pleading with you, and there’s genuine confusion and pain in his voice as he does. He watches you continue to fight and sob for a moment longer, holding your tear and snot streaked face gently and tilting your head up to look at him. “Why can’t you just listen? I wouldn’t have to be so rough if you weren’t acting like such a child.”

He brings his hand up to brush your hair from your face again and you take your chance, jerking your head and catching the side of his hand in your mouth and biting down hard.

The taste of blood drenches your tongue and König yanks his hand from your mouth, cursing when you don’t and shoving his other arm between you and him, using it to pry and shove you off and away from him with inhuman strength.

“Verdammte Schlampe!” König yells, clutching his hand and taking a moment to assess his injuries.

The force of his throw is enough to send you nearly flying through the air, your head snapping back as you land on the ground and continue to skid across the frozen earth and through the layer of snow resting on top of it.

The initial impact alone is enough to make you cry out, your head already aching from where it hit the ground.

König drops his injured hand to his side, looking down right livid as he stalks towards where you’d landed. There's already a steady stream of blood running down his fingers and beginning to drip into the snow, creating a dark red trail as he comes to tower over you.

Any and all confidence you’d had left you in an instant as König stood over you. He was visibly seething and you can feel your face go pale with fear as, again, you’re reminded of just how much bigger and stronger he was than you as you try to scramble backwards, only for him to take a single step and be right back on top of you.

The northern lights dancing across the sky painted a haunting backdrop to König’s silhouette, and behind you, where they breached the horizon to pour out and onto the land below cast an eerie green glow over his face.

“No no no, please! I’m sorry!” You cried, trying to scramble back and get your feet underneath you.

König’s eyes held no more softness, though they also lacked the anger you’d seen seconds ago. He merely seemed cold as he reached down and picked you up.

“It’s okay, Schatz.” König said, yet the nickname held none of the warmth it usually did.

“It will be okay, this is all for your own good.”

He cradled you in his arms, carrying you back towards the cabin, and you didn’t dare fight back, not after being flung nearly 6 feet away by a man who you’re only now realizing the true strength of. You didn't so much as squirm as he held you tight, allowing you to sob into his shoulder- resigned and defeated.

You catch a glimpse of the lights from the corner of your eye. They’re still going strong, pouring out of the sky at the same rate as when you’d first seen them.

“You’ll come to understand soon, my love.” König says, taking his hand and gently covering your eyes and turning your face back into his chest.

You’re quick to abide, burying your face back into König’s chest and squeezing your eyes shut as you pray for the image to leave your mind, even as you’re sure it’s ingrained itself into your retina and that you’ll remember it long after today.

It’s a fear that’s quickly confirmed, because once König brings you inside the house and sets you on the bed, the softness and affection gradually returning to his person as he shushes your cries and tenderly undresses you before laying you on the bed. After he ignores how you squirm and curl away from him- pressing yourself as close to the wall as you can until you’re nearly wedged between the wall and mattress itself- and simply slides into the bed beside you and presses himself flush to your back, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close more like one would do to a pillow than a person. As you, despite all that, try to fall asleep- even if it’s for no reason other than feeling too exhausted to resist König’s insistence- you see the lights falling from the sky everytime you close your eyes.

And possibly for the first time, as you try to focus on anything besides your current reality, you notice there’s no heart beat to the body that lies beside you.

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