Coz Of That Polyam Ghost X Reader X Knig Headcanons This Meme Is All I Could Think Of

Coz of that polyam ghost x reader x könig headcanons this meme is all i could think of

100% accurate

I was wondering if I could do a request for a könig x f!reader x ghost where the reader has really bad ptsd from parents that were emotionally abusive and manipulative towards her, causing her to be a people pleaser and doing whatever is best for everyone else except for her? Btw I love your work! 100/10 🫶

König x Reader x Simon “Ghost” Riley Fluff

Of course I can do that!! As a people pleaser myself I’m indulging from this ask rn 😈

No content warning! Mentions of anxiety and past abuse, gender neutral wording for reader to be inclusive

Since the beginning, nothing has been easy for you. Born into a world where your parents were less than ideal, often yelling at you, emotionally neglecting or manipulating you- reinforcing behavior that still effects you today. To always do acts of service for those you care for, always putting the needs of others over your own.

The last thing you’d ever want is to put your own “selfish” needs and acts above your own, even when a situation calls for you to be “selfish”. Being in a relationship with two men, specifically two men whose job calls for them to be in constant danger and new wounds makes those behaviors be enabled tenfold.

Everytime your boys come home, you always clean the house from head to toe the day before, almost making it so clean one would think no one even lives in it. After all, “I don’t want them to come home to a dirty home they can’t relax in.” You’d say to yourself. Then when they do come home, you’re all over the both of them. Doting on their new wounds even though they’ve already been dressed by medics from the field, giving them kisses and doting on them like the two are made of glass.

You always insist the two men immediately lay down on the couches or the bed, taking turns to massage their sores and muscle knots, as tired as you might be that day from working so hard for them, the feeling of your hard working boys finally, truly relax under your fingers makes you swell with pride. You feed them their favorite foods, Simon getting a homemade British meal to make him feel truly at home, and König the same with a traditional Austrian meal he shared with you a while ago.

Hearing them hum in delight as they both praise the food, “ s’good doll, missed this.” Simon would say, holding back from completely wolfing down the dish in front of him. König already half done with his meal in a matter of minutes, “Dreamed of eating this again, Danke Liebling (thank you darling).”

Hearing the praise come from both your boys as you cleaned dishes in the sink made you smile, putting in so much effort for them to be happy and said efforts being clearly appreciated made it all worth it. Even without the praise you’d still do it, you just want your partners to be happy with your efforts, and to be happy with you. But while you were cleaning the dishes, you noticed how sore your back and feet were. You pushed yourself extra hard for their return today since they were gone for longer than usual.

You swallowed the slight pain and soreness and took their empty plates from them, planting kisses on Simon’s cheek and König’s head and walked back to the sink. Both boys stood up soon after, both on either side of you, their hands gently caressing your body. König’s hands went and wrapped to one side of your waist, Simon on the other side of your waist. Simon took his other hand and tenderly rubbed your back, mumbling a, “love you s’much”; but his gentle words paused when a quiet wince and jolt escaped you as he rubbed a certain spot on your upper back.

König also jumped a little from your reaction, taking his hands off of you as Simon did the same. König’s eyes furrowed in worry as he looked down at you, “Liebling? Are you alright?” He asked. “Did I hurt you, doll? I’m sorry-“ Simon began, his hands still held awkwardly in the air as he didn’t know what to do with them. You quickly looked at the two of them, grabbing their hands and holding them, the last thing you wanted was to worry the two.

“I’m ok! I promise,” you said, trying to adjust your feet and only put pressure on one of them for comfort, “just a little sore,” you smiled, “it’s nothing I can’t handle loves.” You let go of their hands and looked down at the sink, you were finally done. “How about we just watch a movie together in the living room? A new [your favorite movie series] movie came out while you two were gone.” Both the boys nodded and headed towards the living room, but quickly noticed you were walking a lot slower than you usually did.

Simon quickly figured out that you were probably sore, motioning for König to go get you. The Austrian nodded and went over, picking you up bridal style and carrying you to the living room. Simon queued up the new movie on the tv, sitting down and patting his lap for you and König. The other man placed your upper body down on Simon while he gingerly took your legs into his own. Simon began to very gently rub the knots and sores in your back, and König your feet.

You began to protest, saying you were fine, “I want you two to relax,” you said, trying to move König’s hands from your feet, your hands being patted away by his own with such gentleness, but it was still assertive. “You’ve been working so hard for so long, I don’t want you two to feel like you have to work for me too.” You confessed, turning a little to face Simon and pushing his hands back from you. Both men then realized that you might have a problem with letting other people take care of you, and that you might be a people pleasure. You told both of them a little about your past and your upbringing, but you told them enough for them to now connect the dots that this behavior and reaction to being doted on is one that is out of your control, and needs work.

König then spoke up, “Honey, both of us wanted to come home to you everyday. We are devoted to you, maus.” He took your feet back into his hands and rubbed the sole again, but very slowly and gently. Simon then placed a kiss on your temple and rubbed your shoulders, “he’s right, absolutely devoted. We know being away isn’t easy for you,” he paused, there was so much he wanted to say, but he also needed to work on himself and being vulnerable with his own emotions, but he still tried. “We want to do this for you,” he whispered. König nodded in agreement, “please? Let us do this for you. You do so much for us. Was würde ich ohne dich tun?” (What would I do without you?”)

“What would WE do without you.” Simon corrected, making you chuckle. Then you realized they were serious, they really did want to take care of you, and if that’s what your boys wanted, if this would make them happy, you couldn’t deny them. “Just this one time.” You mumbled, making the two men smile. Both knowing that this would be the start for you letting them in some more. Both also knowing there would be many, many more times.

“Love you s’much doll.”

“Love you forever Liebling.”

“Don’t know what we’d ever do without you.”

König HC with a reader that has healed keraunographic scars??

König x Reader w/ keraunographic scars

Comfort Fic

Omg omg my first request you got it anon! This is my first attempt at comfort or softer stuff plz let me know in the comments your thoughts or constructive criticism!

Contains: mentions of scars, insecurity, König being unsure but determined, König being a little cutie patootie

Having any form of scars is extremely normal in this field of profession. If you retire without a single scar or bullet wound you’re either extremely lucky or you got plastic surgery. Your scars, however, are extremely different. The chance of something so rare like being struck by lightning left an even rarer scaring. Deeply colored lines in the shape of tree roots and lightning itself decorated your skin, leaving beautiful but unique scars. You had grown insecure when your buddies would reminisce about where their battle scars came from. You would show them your normal scars, ones you got from face to face combat or the occasional stray bullet, but when it came to your lightning scars you did everything to avoid it. Really you just wanted to fit in, you didn’t want to be known as the person with the weird lightning scars, you wanted to be known for your talents in the field.

A few days after you got back to base from a mission, you decided to keep your mind from wandering and went to the base’s fitness gym. It was around 4am when you went, assuming no one would be around so you could shed some layers and work out without overheating. Once you got into the gym, you flicked the lights on and saw no one was there. Good.

You got your hair out of the way and took off your camo green military issued shirt, revealing a tank top underneath. Your scars decorated your newly exposed skin, the deep colors bouncing off the overhead lights. You put your earbuds in, queued your favorite music and began your normal routine of workouts. Towards the end, you didn’t notice the doors to the gym opening, and a particular man who you had a particular crush on came in, wearing his usual mission gear other than his vest he wears on his front. His eyes immediately went to you, specifically, to your skin, parts of you he knows no one else at the base has seen. König could not stop staring, thinking your scars were absolutely captivating to him, reminding him of deep roots, lightning and tree branches. Absolutely beautiful.

You sighed, putting the gym equipment down and wiped the sweat from your forehead, taking an earbud out after stretching. You mindlessly looked into the mirrors that were placed against an entire wall, your heart sinking into your stomach and your eyes widening as you saw König staring at you. You quickly grabbed your green shirt and put it back on, speed walking to the exit as you mumbled a “sorry.” But you were stopped. König had gently placed his hand in front of your face, too scared to actually touch you, not knowing how you’d feel about it.

“Why do you hide your skin?” He asked gently, taking his hand away once he saw your turn and face him, craning your head to look up at him. “E..Excuse me?” You asked back, folding your arms and clutching your shirt. König tilted his head slightly, leaning down and tried to speak clearer, “your marks,” he said, “why do you hide them?”You made eye contact for a moment before both of you nervously looked away, the tall man waiting for any sort of response.

“I don’t want people to pay attention to them,” you whispered.

“What…what do you mean?”

“I want to be remembered for my work, my efforts and for me. I know if people saw them they’d know me first for my scars.” You admitted, it wasn’t like you were hiding that information, it’s just that no one asked in the first place since they didn’t know you had them anyways.

König took a minute, picking up that this conversation was a little sensitive for you, wanting to choose the best words to convey his opinion as honest but as kind as he could. “I think..” he started, looking at your lips, then your eyes, trying best to keep eye contact with you, and vise versa. “I think they make you look prettier.”

After he realized what he said and how it could be interpreted, he quickly stood at full height but waved his hands worriedly. “N-Not that I thought you were pretty! Well I did! Scheiße…(fuck) What..What I’m trying to say..” König took a deep breath, rubbing his forehead and eyes before finishing his thought, “you….you look pretty to me.” He mumbled, looking away and picked at his gloved hands, “you always have…even…jesus christus…even know- especially now!” You could tell the poor boy was panicking, and you wanted to alleviate some of his anxiety.

“König?” Your tone was soft but inquisitive.

“Yes?” He asked back, leaning down once more, staring at your lips.

“I think you’re pretty too. Even now. Especially now.” You smiled. The tall man’s eyes widened again for the hundredth time that night, gulping deeply as his hands began to shake. Was this real?

“You..do?”

You nodded, grabbing his left hand, kissing his glove before leaning in and hugging him, your cheek smooshed against his chest. König froze, hardly breathing as he looked down at you. He took a deep breath and gently placed one hand on your back and the other on your head.

You spoke up, “want to see all of them, then?”

“I’ll show you mine if you…show me yours.”

You chuckled and slightly blushed at his response, leaving him a little confused but happy he could make you feel more comfortable around him.

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Bonding Ch. 1

Ghost x Reader (gn)

A story in which you, ghost and soap go on a mission, a mission that was supposed to be in and out. But after the squad was ambushed, you and ghost are kidnapped. While trying to get out, you both get incredibly close. (The character representing you in the story goes by gender neutral pronouns)

CW: torture, violence, guns, interrogation, friends to lovers, nsfw, 16+ please

Multiple chapters

In the beginning, Ghost was as aloof with you as he was with everyone else in the squad. Never one to hold back on the dad jokes and friendly banter, he was always still just as reserved and just as mysterious.

Although, there seemed to be a new development between you and Ghost. Soap and the others noticed how Ghost would always prefer to sit next to you when traveling to and from missions; also noticing how he would grunt in annoyance if he couldn’t. They noticed when everyone was holed up in a safe house, how he would spare you a quick glance now and again in passing.

Yes, Ghost does care for everyone in the squad, but those small actions and others seemed to point that the mysterious British man might care slightly more for you in particular.

Currently, you and the rest of the squad were in the base’s cafeteria, everyone talking amongst each other except for Ghost, as the usual. You always tried to include Ghost into the conversation, sometimes asking for his input or his advice. Usually you only got a, “it’s stupid”, or, “I don’t think it’s that hard to believe.”

On the outside, Ghost looked unfazed, as always, but inside he thought you were the sweetest, too sweet for someone of his past, so sweet he was scared to get a taste; a taste he craved in the morning and into the night.

Today after you all finished eating, you would all be sent off on a quick mission. Infiltrate a Russian base, hack into their database to find out their future plans and how to counter them. A simple in and out.

But this simple in and out, would be anything but.

Getting up, you put your tray away and waved at the others, saying you would meet them in the plane before turning around to see Ghost looking at you.

“I still don’t believe soap actually managed to sleep with that girl, she’s like a B list model!” You chuckled, now walking down the hall with Ghost next to you.

You gave him a side glance before continuing, “have you ever screwed a model, ghost?” You asked, now looking up at him a little longer while you two walked.

He continued to look forward though, his voice unreadable. “Is that your business, Spirit?” You internally blushed, you always loved the way he said your code name in his accent.

You cleared your throat, “I’m just trying to get to know you a bit more Lieutenant, that’s all.” Right after you finished your statement, still looking up at Ghost, you felt his hand quickly grab your waist and move you to the other side of his body.

You failed to notice that because you weren’t looking where you were going, you nearly ran into an open door.

You swallowed hard, Ghost’s hand now retreating back to his side as you felt the phantom touch of his warm hands still on your side.

“Watch where you’re going Spirit, I can’t be your eyes all the time.”

You rolled your eyes, “well you’ll have to be on this mission soon. Watch and learn from a real hacking professional.”

You two were approaching the plane, the back opened as you two walked up; putting on your gear before sitting down and buckling in, Ghost following and sitting next to you; holding onto a sniper rifle close to his chest.

While you were going to hack into their computer system, soap would be escorting you there, and Ghost would scope out the exterior or through the few windows the Russian base had.

There was quiet banter between the squad, you and Ghost exchanging quick glances now and again.

———

“Nice and easy you two.” Ghost’s voice crackles through the radio, his scope following you and Soap as you both snuck in through a window.

“Nice easy my ass.” Soap grumbled back, walking slightly backwards to watch your back as you both slowly made your way to the room that had the computer you needed.

“I thought your ass liked it hard and rough,” you joked, chuckling under your breath. Soap made a gagging motion and bumped your shoulder with his gun.

Ghost left out a heavy exhale from his nose, which you guess was the closest you’d get for a laugh.

You felt warm inside, always seeking Ghost’s approval and being able to make him laugh filled you with pride.

Finally you made it to your destination, Soap staying put right on the other side of the door.

In the room there were many monitors, but one in the center. You sat down on the swivel chair that sat in front of the desk, and when you powered up the monitor, it asked for a password.

You took out a flash drive from a side pocket, unzipping the pocket and inserting the flash drive into the back of the main monitor.

After a few seconds, the password appeared in the inbox, once you clicked enter a “welcome” appeared on the screen with a loading wheel just below.

Once you were in, you clicked a button and spoke into the radio.

“Price, I’m in. Say the word and I’ll get what we need.”

A few seconds you heard Price’s voice, “good work Spirit, I can see the screen here. Go for it.”

The flash drive held a Trojan that could share the screen with an outside party.

You coded the Trojan to show the screen of whatever computer you hooked it to, to Price’s computer all the way back to base live.

This way there was no chance of losing the flash drive that holds the information needed, now all that was needed was Price recording his screen, saving the video recording, and taking the necessary information to the necessary people.

As you were sharing the Russian’s plans live with Price, your conversation was interrupted by Ghost’s grumbling but slightly concerned voice.

“Russians coming in. At least fifteen. Wait hold on-“ a few seconds later he chimed back in, “now at least eleven.”

Right after you also heard Soap knocking on the door, “I hear em coming! Hurry up Spirit!”

Fifteen seconds later you heard shots coming from Soap and the Russians who slowly made their way towards you both.

The sound of a smoke bomb went off, along with Ghost’s voice informing you both that there was an opening on the side of the building that looked clear.

Soap had already ran for said opening, trusting you would be right behind him. And you tried to be, but when you went to open the door it wouldn’t budge.

Jammed. You were stuck.

“Spirit where are you?” Soap yelled through the radio, just making it out of the building.

“Twenty more- seventeen more coming in through the front. Both of you are out yeah?” Ghost asked cooly.

“Spirit isn’t with me!” Soap yelled through comms.

Ghost’s heart dropped, sweat began to form on his forehead and palms. He knew you were a capable soldier, you wouldn’t be in the squad if you weren’t. But that was too many for anyone on their own.

“Leaving the eagle’s nest. I’m coming down to personally assist.”

Soap was holding onto every word, just waiting to hear you.

“I’m still here,” your voice came through, both men sighing in quick relief. “The door is stuck, they can see me in here. I only have my pistol.”

You were more of a computer person than a combat one, so when you did go on missions you usually only had a pistol or some smaller gun unless a bigger one was called for. This mission, it didn’t call for it.

“I can take out a few from the small window once they eventually break it. But I need help.”

“And help you shall get Spirit.” Ghost responded.

Soap had rounded a corner, looking down the hall where you were holed off, Russian after Russian yelling angrily as they try to get the door open.

One spotted him and pointed, and soon five soldiers were all shooting down the hallway at Soap.

Ghost entered the building through the front, sniping soldier after soldier through the chest and head before also being spotted.

Soon after one Russian soldier yelled out a word and through something at Ghost.

He wasn’t dumb he knew what it was.

Just as the grenade landed on the ground, the soldiers got the door open.

Both men on your squad heard your screams and pistol shots, threats and swears rapidly leaving your mouth.

Soon you were tased, rendering you stiff and helpless; one solider hoisted you up, and another came and knocked you out with the butt of his gun.

Ghost was too preoccupied with the grenade, it going off in the middle of your predicament, it was enough to knock him on his ass, his ears ringing, and his mind rattled. He could hear your muffled screaming and threats, angry Russian men yelling over each other, and Soap on the radio asking what to do.

On autopilot, Ghost said into the radio, “leave. Now. Base.”

Soap did as he was told, under the impression that ghost had it under control, like he always did. But he didn’t.

Ghost leaned on a wall as he slowly got up, realizing he was more fucked than he realized.

As he looked up, he saw he was surrounded by Russian soldiers, one holding you bridal in his hands.

Ghost felt fury as he saw you in another man’s arms, not that he was mad at you for it. He was mad it was anyone but him holding you.

The soldier’s noticed Ghost clenching his fist and reach for his gun, but they knew he was too disoriented.

One soldier quickly stood forward and delivered a nauseating punch to Ghost’s gut, making the tall British man stumble to his knees, soon after also being knocked out by the butt of a gun.

Neither did you both know how much hell you were going to endure. And how incredibly close it would make the two of you.

hi! to go off the anon who asked for the König request with the reader with the keraunographic scars—

could i request König drawing them and the reader reacting to the drawings? maybe König could use colourful paint to trace the scars or something, something really sweet and fluffy 😁

König x Reader with Keraunographic scars pt. 2

Thank you so much for your request! This is such a cute little idea so why not add it to the actual story?

All fluff and feel good stuff :) no content warning!! Feel free to request anything my inbox is open!

It had been a while since your incident with König, after you and him had a very messy, “I like you”, “I like you too”, “date me?”, “wait I was going to ask you though?”, you two are very happy together. You both understand that revealing certain aspects of your bodies can be very stressful; you with your scars and König his face.

However, you both shared those aspects on your own times, and that led to this current situation you two shared.

It was the usual for you two when it came from time away from missions, you resting on your bed stomach down, reading your favorite book, and König sitting criss cross at the end of your bed, sketchbook in hand. The comforting sound of graphite scratching against the paper near you was very familiar to you, occasionally you would catch König drawing you. One time you caught him doing that, in which you grabbed your own pencil and drew König next to you on the paper, drawing a heart in between; to say that made König fall in love all over again would be an understatement- he keeps that drawing in a very safe place.

On this day, you felt comfortable enough to not wear layers which covered your scars, letting your skin finally breathe after such an amount of time. You perked up when you heard König had stopped drawing, you turned your head to see him nervously looking at you and back at the drawing and so on. You smiled fondly and completely turned over, putting your book down and sitting up and facing him, raising your brows in curiosity.

König swallowed hard and stammered for a moment, hesitantly handing you his sketchbook with sweaty hands. Before you could even look at it, he was already defending himself. “You just..just looked so pretty meine kleine Liebe.. (my little love)..I..I couldn’t help it.”

You looked down fondly at the drawing, and saw a detailed drawing of you sitting on a fancy bench with a bed of flowers in front of you, and large floral bushes behind you. You were positioned in a way where your scars were visible, but you found that König had drawn you with such love, he drew you like you were a true angel. “Can I ask you something, love?” You asked softly, taking one last look at the drawing before handing it back. König nodded eagerly, taking the book back gently.

“Do you really think I look that good?” You asked with a chuckle, looking at his masked face into his beautiful blue eyes. You saw said eyes widen, watching him place the sketchbook down and scoot closer to you, placing his hand gently on your cheek and stroked your face with his thumb. “Of course my doll,” he spoke with almost a worried tone, “you are..th..the most beautiful, handsome, g..gorgeous…göttlich (divine). You are my muse.”

You blushed and placed a kiss on his clothes nose, then his cheek, then lifted his mask and placed a kiss on his soft lips. You then pulled back, taking his hand and held it, then asking, “could I pose for you someday?”

“mein Engel (my angel)…you’ll kill me.”