COD Oneshots

A bigger love (König)

König always knew he was bigger than most. Standing head and shoulders above everyone else, his massive frame often cast long shadows that seemed to loom over those around him. His height, while intimidating to others, was a convenient barrier. It gave him an excuse to avoid small talk and kept most people at a distance. In the world of covert operations where he thrived, his stature was an advantage, a tool for projecting fear and commanding respect. But beyond the battlefield, in the quiet corners of his personal life, König's size became a burdensome reminder of his struggle for normalcy.

Nights were the worst. The standard-issue military cots were laughable, leaving his legs dangling off the edge and his shoulders crammed into the metal frame. Even at home, beds seemed to mock his proportions. When he met Y/N, his world shifted in ways he had never anticipated, and his bed—a place that should have offered solace—became another reminder of his outsized existence.

They had been dating for months now, a whirlwind romance that left him breathless and yearning for more. Y/N was a beacon of warmth and understanding in his otherwise cold and calculated life. Yet, every night when they tried to sleep side by side, König wrestled with an acute awareness of his size. He feared that a careless movement could harm her, and the cramped quarters of their bed only amplified his anxiety. His dreams were often disturbed by images of her bruised or pushed aside by his sprawling limbs.

On this particular day, König returned from an exhausting mission, his body weary from the constant demand of combat and his mind craving the tranquility only Y/N could provide. As he entered their small apartment, he noticed something different in the air, a faint scent of fresh linens mingling with a hint of lavender from the diffuser she loved.

The sight that greeted him when he stepped into their bedroom was unlike anything he had imagined. There, in place of their old, inadequate bed, was a new one—massive and luxurious, spanning the length and width of the room. It was built for comfort and space, designed to accommodate even his formidable frame with ease.

König stood in stunned silence, his gaze fixated on the bed. It was the sort of thing he never thought to ask for, never dared to hope for. He could scarcely believe that someone had noticed, that someone had cared enough to make this a reality for him.

From the bathroom, Y/N emerged, her face lighting up in a smile as radiant as the morning sun. She walked towards him, her eyes twinkling with delight and something more—an understanding that went beyond words.

"I noticed how uncomfortable the old bed was for you," she said, her voice soft and filled with love. "I wanted you to have a place where you could truly rest, where we could both be comfortable together."

König's throat tightened, emotions crashing over him like waves. He had known love before, in fleeting, distant ways that never quite touched him deeply. But this—this was something different. This was a love that saw him, truly saw him, and reached out to fill the gaps in his life that he hadn't even known how to express.

He reached for her, his massive hands cradling her smaller ones with a gentleness that belied his size. "Y/N," he whispered, his voice breaking. "You didn't have to—"

"I wanted to," she interrupted softly, stepping closer and wrapping her arms around his waist. She fit against him perfectly, a contrast of warmth and softness to his hard, battle-worn exterior. "You deserve to be comfortable too."

In that moment, König realized the depth of his feelings for her. He had loved her before, in the way a man loves a companion who brings light into his world. But now, staring at this tangible symbol of her thoughtfulness, he felt himself falling deeper than ever. This bed, this gesture—it was a promise, a testament to her willingness to share in his burdens, to understand and cherish the man beneath the imposing exterior.

That night, for the first time in what felt like forever, König slept soundly. He stretched out on the bed, Y/N nestled against him, and felt a sense of peace he had never known. The bed was more than just a piece of furniture; it was a sanctuary, a place where he could be himself, unguarded and loved.And as he held Y/N close, her warmth seeping into him, König knew that he had found something rare and precious. In her arms, in their new bed, he found a home for his heart—a place where his size no longer felt like a burden, but simply a part of who he was.