Konig x Reader | one shots

He isnt friendly -Fluff-

He wasn't friendly.

He was quite the opposite, always yelling and towering over those who he'd compare to the dirt below his boots.

That was until you.

The day you pulled the chair in front of his feet just so you could stand his height and yell back.

He is almost positive that's the day his walls start to crumble. The fire that ignited in your eyes, the tone in your voice speaking volumes he hadn't heard since his mom sung him lullabies to bed.

It was soothing to the point it bordered scary, not because he should've be been intimidated but because in that moment he was seen, heard.

Understood.

Everyone looked to the mountain of the man with fear. People cowered from the Colonel. Enemies ran from the war machine.

Not you.

You took calloused skin beneath your hands and soothed scars he begged to keep hidden without even touching him.

You fought against him instead of surrendering to the wrath he'd inflict.

No matter how much he pushed he was blessed with small acts despite the aggravated mumbling you'd accompany with them.

His favorite home cooked snack, it didn't matter the crust was burnt. A new mask bleached to perfection with steady hands that carried a sweet fragrance that eased all his problems. Late nights of rushing to his room because you could hear the pain in his sleep through thin walls.

He wasn't friendly, but the gentle "good morning" You mumble groggily when you'd enter his office started to earn a crinkle in his eyes with a absentminded smile while he never failed to reply with "You look like you didn't sleep."

He never thought to far into your narrowed "Because of you." Especially since it was followed by a laugh that could make any man fall to his knees.

As he stood in front of your quarters with shaky hands he tried to grasp the moment you wiggled your way into the impenetrable fortress he had built around himself.

Was it the day you threw a shoe at the back of his head because he was being "too harsh"? Maybe it was all the days you refused to let him eat by himself, you even went as far as locking your legs under the chair so he couldn't move you to a different table away from him.

Before he could laugh at the memory your door opened, wide eyes locking onto the arranged bouquet intertwined with all your favorite flowers.

One time when you had join him at his post under the stars, you had mentioned the way the colors made you feel a warmth you missed and how the smell reminded you of home.

He wasn't friendly but he remembered, he remembered everything about you.

For you.