COD Oneshots

Fleeting (König)

König leaned against the bar, nursing his drink as he watched Y/N twirl and laugh on the dance floor. Her smile was radiant, her energy infectious, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy as she danced with another guy. He knew it shouldn't bother him—after all, they weren't dating—but deep down, he wished she would only dance with him.

The team outings like this were a regular thing, but for König, they held a special significance. It was the one time when Y/N would let loose, her inhibitions drowned in alcohol, and she would gravitate towards him. He cherished these moments, when she would be unabashedly affectionate, clinging to him as if he were her lifeline in a sea of drunken revelry.

They had a peculiar dynamic. Outside of these nights, she barely acknowledged his existence, but when the drinks flowed, she was his. He had developed feelings for her long ago, hoping each time they ended up like this that maybe, just maybe, she would wake up in his arms the next morning and everything would change.

But reality was harsh. Every morning after, she would slip away quietly, leaving him with a dull ache in his chest. He had grown accustomed to the pattern, but it never lessened the sting of her indifference when the sun rose.

As the night wore on and the team gathered outside, waiting for taxis, Y/N stumbled slightly and leaned into König's side. He could feel the warmth of her body through his jacket, her head resting on his shoulder. A small smile played on his lips beneath the mask he wore.

"Are you jealous?" she slurred, looking up at him with bleary eyes.

König chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "Jealous? Nah, Schatz," he replied in a low voice, using the German endearment that slipped out naturally when he was this close to her. "I wasn't jealous. I knew I would be the one to take you home tonight."

Y/N giggled, her hand finding his and intertwining their fingers. "Good," she murmured, her words slurring together even more. "I like when it's you."

They stood there in comfortable silence, her weight leaning against him, and König couldn't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, one day she would wake up in his arms and decide to stay. For now, he would cherish these fleeting moments of intimacy, knowing that despite everything, she trusted him enough to let him be the one to hold her close, if only for tonight.

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The team outing was in full swing, the atmosphere charged with laughter and the clinking of glasses. As the night progressed, inhibitions loosened and inhibitions disappeared. König found himself leaning back in his chair, a small smile playing on his lips as he watched Y/N dancing on top of their table. She moved with an effortless grace, her laughter ringing out above the music. For him, in that moment, she was the most captivating sight in the crowded room.

He lifted his mask occasionally to take a sip of beer, his gaze never leaving her. Despite his aversion to large crowds and the chaos of drunken revelry, he endured these outings for her. Y/N had a way of drawing him in, even amidst the noise and the swirling chaos. She was his reason for enduring it all.

Suddenly, Y/N stumbled, losing her balance and falling into his lap. König instinctively caught her, his strong arms wrapping protectively around her. She laughed, slightly breathless, as she settled into his lap.

"You're so warm," she murmured, her words slightly slurred from the alcohol. "I love how safe I feel with you."

König's heart skipped a beat at her words, the warmth of her body pressed against his stirring emotions he had kept tightly guarded. He stroked her hair gently, his touch tender.

"I'm always here for you," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the din around them. "You know that."

She looked up at him, her eyes searching his face. "I know," she admitted softly. "But I'm scared, König. Scared to let someone in."

He nodded, understanding dawning in his eyes. "I'll wait," he said simply, knowing that sometimes, all she needed was time. Time to see that he was more than just the one who held her when the world spun too fast. He was someone who cared deeply, who wanted to be more than just a fleeting comfort in the night.

They sat there for a while longer, wrapped in a cocoon of their own making amidst the chaos of the party. And in that moment, König knew that even if their relationship remained undefined and fragile, he was willing to wait. Because when she looked at him, when she sought his warmth and his comfort, he felt like he was a part of her world, if only for that fleeting night.

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A few weeks had passed since the last team outing. König was in his room, getting ready for bed, when he heard a soft knock on his door. Frowning slightly, he put his mask back on and went to see who it could be. To his surprise, it was Y/N standing there, looking uncertain and a bit nervous.

"Can I stay with you tonight?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

He agreed without hesitation, stepping aside to let her in. She moved past him and settled onto his bed, making herself comfortable. König felt a flutter of nerves; this was different. She didn't seem drunk this time, which wasn't normal for their late-night encounters.

He joined her on the bed, lying down beside her. She shifted closer, cuddling into him, and he wrapped an arm around her, holding her gently. They lay in silence for a while, the room dimly lit by the soft glow of a bedside lamp.

After a few moments, Y/N's fingers traced along the edge of his mask. "Will I ever see your face?" she asked softly, her voice tinged with curiosity and something deeper.

König's heart pounded in his chest. He had always kept his face hidden, a barrier that protected his vulnerability. But here she was, sober and seeking more than just the comfort of his arms. She wanted to know him, all of him.

He hesitated, his mind racing. "Do you really want to?" he asked, his voice almost trembling.

Y/N nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "I do. I want to know you, König. All of you."

Taking a deep breath, he slowly reached up and removed his mask. The air felt cooler against his bare skin, and he looked at her, feeling exposed yet hopeful. Her eyes widened slightly, but there was no shock or discomfort, only a gentle warmth.

She reached up and cupped his face, her touch light and tender. "You're handsome," she said softly, a small smile playing on her lips.

König's heart soared at her words, and he pulled her closer, his forehead resting against hers. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "For wanting to see me."

They lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, a newfound intimacy blossoming between them. In that moment, König felt a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, things were changing. That this time, she wouldn't slip away in the morning. That she might stay and see him not just as a fleeting comfort, but as someone she could truly let in.