(Heyyyyy, it's been a while. I know, but I promised, so here it is. I tried something a lil different tho. Hope it wasn't too much of a change. Enjoy!!!)

*I went back, and added a reference photo for how König carries the reader around for the majority of the time. I don't know the name for it 😭.*

3rd Person POV:

   "Stop. Get off me!" She said, pushing König away as he tried to embrace her. "Why are you like this, huh? Every time I leave you by yourself, you go fucking ballistic, like you don't know how to act. I'm so sick, and tired of dealing with this; with you!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands up in anger. "Why can't you just be normal? You're a grown ass man, act like one for god's sake." She told him. König could do nothing, but stand there with his mouth agape.

   He was covered head to toe in blood, and his mind was running a million miles per second. 'She doesn't like me anymore? Is she mad? What did I do wrong...?' He thought to himself. He tried reaching out to touch her again, but she snatched her arm away from him. "No, I'm done. I've tried to help you, but you're unfixable." She spat, each word serving as a brutal hit to his heart. 'I'm unfixable...? I killed that man for you, what was so wrong about that?' He asked himself.

   Even though he was devoid of normal human emotions, and couldn't understand the normal thinking process of others, he really was trying to figure out where he went wrong. He tried to open his mouth to explain himself. Maybe he could just lie, and tell her that the man came at him first, but when he tried to speak, nothing would legible would come out. "Belle-" He started, but she raised a finger to him as a silent way of quieting him. "Don't even try to lie to me, König. I saw the whole thing. You killed that man in cold blood." She told him, pointing down at the mangled corpse that used to be a human.

   König glanced down, and grimaced at the sight of it. Sure enough there was a corpse, a past-tense of a living, breathing, human being. Had he really done that?  He questioned himself. "I thought we were making progress, but I guess that was nothing but a facade." She scoffed, keeping an eerie calmness weaved into her voice. He watched as she whipped around, seemingly trying to leave; causing him to start walking after her to lessen the distance that she was desperately trying to put between them. 'No, no don't leave me. I need you.' He repeated in his head. He reached for her hand, and spun her around; at which, a hard slap was delivered to his cheek. "You fucking disgust me. Don't even show your face around me ever again....you murderer." She spat.

At which point he woke up...

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   He shot up, chest heaving, and sweating up a storm. The room was pitch black, except for the dim moonlight that creeped its way into his bedroom. 'Oh...it was just a nightmare.'  He said to himself, sighing, and running his hands through his hair. It felt all too real for it to have only been a dream. He looked down to see her curled up next to him, groaning in her sleep. A small grin crept up onto his lips, and he decided to lay back down as he realized he might've been disturbing her. However, before he did that, he reached over, and pressed the remote for his ceiling fan as he was still very much hot.

  He rolled back over, and seeped down underneath the covers, where he wrapped his arms around her waist, and buried his face into her belly. He was in dire need of comfort, but was too afraid to wake her up on the terms of just a mere nightmare. He knew he wasn't going back to sleep any time soon, so he reminisced on the night they previously shared, and tried his hardest not to think about that horrid dream he'd woken up from; not even ten minutes ago.

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First Person POV:

   As I desperately tried to sleep in on my free day, I found that I just couldn't. Unfortunately, due to my ridiculously early schedule that I made myself abide by on a daily basis, it was always hard to sleep in. Sighing in frustration, I opened my eyes, and felt something, no someone, clutching my waist. I started to sit up, and I looked down to see a big lump under the covers. Confused, I slowly peeled them back, and was met with quite an interesting sight.

   König was curled up in a ball, with a hand up my shirt, and his lips attached to my belly. "Good morning." I said, fighting the urge to smile at his guilty-looking face. "Good morning, beautiful." He mumbled, pressing a kiss to my stomach. "How was your sleep?" He asked, looking up at me. "It was good, a little sore, but i'll be okay." I said, stretching an arm up. "Mmh." He mumbled. "What about you?" I asked, looking back down at him. "It could've been better." He whispered, clutching at my waist a bit. "Why? What happened?" I asked, feeling my brows pinch together in concern. "Don't wanna talk about it." He said, trying to bury his face even more into my stomach. Sighing, I stuck an arm down, and ruffled his soft brown locs.

   "I'm sorry to hear that, hun." I whispered to him. "I wouldn't know how to explain it to you even if I tried." He mumbled, pressing another kiss to my belly, and pulling me closer to him. "Yeah, I know. It's fine if you don't wanna talk about it, I won't force you." I said, softy massaging his scalp. He went silent for a minute, only idly dragging his hand up, and down my back. "Did you want to help me make breakfast? It might help to take your mind off of that dream you had." I said.

    I felt him nod his head, and threw the covers off the both of us. He groaned in irritation, and I shivered at the chilly air. "I gotta get up, y'know?" I said, removing my hand from his hair, and pushing myself to sit up. I miraculously untangled myself from his arms, and slung my legs over the side of the bed. I scooted all the way the edge, and went to stand up. I was able to do that that, but the minute I took a step forward, I sunk to the floor. My legs were nothing more than mere noodles, despite the obvious muscles that shown.

    "You okay?" I heard König ask from behind me. I slowly turned my head, and I saw him perched up on the edge of the bed with his hand underneath his chin, just grinning down at me. "Never better." I replied, rolling my eyes as I turned back around. Not even a moment later, I heard him slide off the bed, and plant himself behind me. "I'm sorry, liebling." He said, fluffing up my flattened hair, and snaking an arm around my waist.

   "I can carry you...yes?" He asked, well more like told me. Regardless, I nodded, and listened as he excitedly leapt to his feet. He walked in front of me, and held his arms out. I sighed, rolled my eyes yet again, and scooted over to him. The whole time, he had this huge, goofy grin plastered onto his face. He lifted me off the ground, and immediately began covering my face with kisses, while saying he was sorry. "Okay, okay stop your breath stinks." I said, giggling at his taken aback reaction. He didn't kiss me at all after I said that, but he still kept apologizing.

    "Why do you keep saying sorry?" I finally asked him. He looked down at me, before darting his eyes to the side. "I was....too rough. That's why you can't walk." He said in a very, very quiet voice. I knew it was probably a bad time, but dear god the laugh that escaped my mouth was awful. "It was due to happen, Nick. You're....significantly bigger than me so it's natural. I'm not in any pain, so don't feel bad." I said, chuckling at his guilt ridden face. He smiled back at me, and started making his way to the bathroom. I flicked on the light for him, as he ducked underneath the doorframe.

     It was then that I realized I wasn't in my own private quarters. Seemingly catching on to my realization, he wasted no time in reassuring me. "Don't worry, I have a spare everything thing here. There's a spare toothbrush in the drawer." He said, positioning both of us in front of the mirror. I nodded, and watched him think about what to do with me. He ultimately decided to put me on his neck, which nearly made my head touch the ceiling. I had to clutch his head in between my legs to keep from keeling over, but that didn't work as he had to raise an arm up, and hold me in place.

    He handed me a toothbrush, with toothpaste already on it, and did the same for his self, he also gave me a spare cup to spit in. He finished before me, and randomly blurted out a question I was not expecting. "Did you...enjoy last night? Did I do a good job?" He asked, raising his spare hand, and softly rubbing one of my legs. I nearly choked on the toothpaste, before spitting it out into the cup. He chuckled at this, and I laughed with him. "Yeah...I mean you made my legs feel like noodles, so I guess that means something." I said, before continuing to brush, my teeth.

    "Mmh." He said, falling silent shortly after. "But...did you feel good?" He asked, after I'd given him the cup, and the toothbrush back. "Of course I did." I said, crossing my arms, and looking down at him. He did his usual 'Mmh', before falling back silent, and I took it upon myself to ask him the same question. "Did you feel good, too?" I asked. He looked at me through the mirror, and gave the biggest, most goofiest grin ever. "Yes. It was the best thing I've ever felt." He said, before looking back down, and washing out the cup.

    When he finished, he walked both of us out of the bathroom, and over to the kitchen. We bickered about what to eat for a good while, before finally settling on a simple breakfast. Since I couldn't reach the stove by sitting on his neck, he refused to let me cook. Instead, choosing to have me taste things while he did most of the work. However, I was able to convince him to let me make the eggs. So, when he finished his portion of the cooking, which was literally everything, he lowered me down from his neck, and held me bridal style while I scrambled the eggs in the pan, as he had decided that he was going to crack, and season the eggs before he even let me down.

   I made four servings, as I knew he'd eat three all by himself, and one for myself. When I finished, I placed the eggs on each of our plates, and was ultimately carried over to his table. Before he was able to sit me down, I convinced him to let me help set the table, too. I had to admit that it was harder than the first time, but I got him when I pulled his head back, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. He ended up giving in, and let me help him. He gave me the silverware, and the cups to hold, while he got the orange juice, and apple juice from the fridge.

   Walking both of us back over to the table, he set his things down, and I handed him my things over his head. It was then, that he lifted me from around his neck, and sat me down in a chair that was seated at the table. He took it upon himself to bring the finished plates over to the table, before seating himself in front of me. I said the grace in English, and he did his version in German. We dug in, and after a short while, I couldnt help but notice that I was the only one eating. Well, he was eating, but not eating like he usually did. He was spending more time smiling, and staring at me then eating.

  Taking a bite out of my blueberry pancake, I looked up at him. "What's wrong?" I asked, popping the piece of food in my mouth, and chewing it extra slowly. He huffed a tiny laugh, and looked down at his food, taking a bite out of his own pancake. "It's nothing....just...I've always dreamed of this." He said, prodding at his eggs. I felt my brows pull together in confusion, and paused my eating. "Dreamed of what?" I asked, placing my silverware down on the plate. The sound caused him to glance up at me for a quick second. "This. Both of us....eating together." He said, smiling down to himself. "That's cute." I said with a smile forming on my face.

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   After breakfast, we decided that we should go back to my dorm so that I could actually freshen up. He placed me back on his neck, while he washed the breakfast dishes, and handed them to me to dry. When we finished, he walked us back to his bedroom, and sat me down on the bed, while he fished around in his drawers for some extremely small bottoms. While I waited, I tried standing again, and to my surprise, I didn't fall over, and I could even feel my legs. Deciding to further test them, I wadled over to Nick, and flung myself on his back. I pulled him out of his crouched position, and he stood up immediately.

    Cracking up at his late reaction, I watched as his face softened, and then contorted in confusion. "How did you-" He started, before he looked down to see me kicking my legs up in the air. He shut his eyes, and pinched the bridge of his nose as he sighed. "Your times of carrying me around everywhere are over, good sir!" I said, sticking my tongue out at him. He rolled his eyes at me, and kneeled back down to continue his search for smaller bottoms for me to wear.

   It took a while, but with much effort he was able to find some pj's that he hadn't worn in ages. When I questioned him on why he still even had them, he hit me with the 'they were for good luck' line, and I couldn't help but laugh.

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   After I changed into his pj's, we left his dorm, and made our way across the base to my own. We kept up a fruitful line of conversations, and he occasionally had to pause, and wait for me to catch up with him, because of how slow I was walking. He made sure to make fun of me everytime he had to stop, because I refused his help over thirty times.

   Out of nowhere, we were ambushed by a bunch of correctional officers. They shoved me out of the way, and pounced on König, handcuffing him, and pinning him to the ground. Even though I had been caught off guard, I wasted no time in pulling out my gun, and clicking off the safety. Just as my fingertip grazed the trigger, a low, accent-less voice rung out from behind me. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, soldier." The man said.

   His voice was so deep, and emotionless that it made me visibly shiver. Lowering my gun, I kept my back to the man. "What do you want with my Sergeant?" I asked, trying to keep my voice low, and steady. "Nothing much. Just here to deal out his punishment, Ms. Freeman. And that's not a Sergeant,  that's a Colonel." The man said, lowly chuckling. I felt my heart sink even more than it initially had, and I forced myself to swallow before I puked up my nerves. 'Nick is a...Colonel? Who even is this man? They aren't here to arrest Nick, are they...? So soon? It was just yesterday that Laswell told me all of this...' I asked myself.

   "You two are quite the pair...I've heard a lot about y'all." He said, his voice echoing from behind me. I listened as his boots crushed the gravel underneath them while he neared, closer, and closer to me. "Especially this fucker." He spat, striding past me, and tapping König's concealed face with the tip of his boot. König let out a low grunt, but did nothing else. He just laid there on the ground as silent as could be. "What about this punishment?" I asked, trying to sound as lost as possible.

    "Yep, Laswell-" He started, before Laswell herself cut him off. "I thought I told you to limit the amount of force used when apprehending him, Shepard." She said, walking up from behind me. My eyes darted to meet hers, and she gave me a slow, sad nod. "Yeah, whatever. It's hot out here, and I don't have time to argue with you." Shepard said, rolling his eyes at Laswell. He pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, and unfolded it. He then began to read. "On the account of three lives taken, Nicolas "König" Müller, has been honorably discharged, as well as banned from ever stepping foot onto a military base.

   He's also been demoted to the status of a captian. Failure to abide by the rules will result in added charges, as well as a retrial." Shepard said, scoffing after he finished. "You got lucky. One vote away from being put into indefinite solitary confinement, one mother-fucking vote." He said, bending down to König's level. "Those men were found to be serial rapists, and you merely got rid of a few pests. Make sure you're not caught next time, or that nice little cell in solitary will show you what turning crazy truly feels like." Shepard said, before pushing himself back up to stand. "Let's get this show on the road, load the fucker on the plane, we leave in 15." He said, spinning around, and brushing past me.

   Even though I stayed frozen, I felt the tension in my shoulders relieve themselves, and I allowed myself to fully breathe. However that little moment of clarity didn't last long, as I watched them rip König off of the ground, and make him stand. He stared down at me with glazed over, emotionless eyes. I acted quick, "Laswell, can I please have 5 minutes with him? Just 5' no more than that." I hurriedly asked her. She sighed, before she called off the soldiers. They released König, and he just stood there, completely out of it.

    I rushed over to him, and embraced him in the tightest hug I could manage. "Its gonna be ok, you'll be fine." I said, trying to reassure him. He said nothing, only limply embracing me back. I let go of him, and dragged his face down to mine, brushing away the dirt that was freshly imprinted on his cheeks. "Nick, look at me." I told him. When he still didn't respond, I pressed a hard kiss to his lips, bringing him back instantly. "You're going to be okay. You can live without me, okay?" I told him, and I watched as all of the fear rushed to his face. "Where's your phone?" I asked him. To which he immediatly ripped it out of his pant pocket.

   I quickly typed in my number, and called my own phone to set the contact. I handed him back his phone, and tried my hardest not to bawl out crying as I watched him sadly look down at my number on his phone. Sliding a hand under his chin, "You can call me anytime, okay? I'm only ever a phone call away, so never think that this is the end." I said, giving him a small smile, as did my best to blink back my tears. "Alright, times up!" I heard one of the officers call out. At which point, Nick looked at me. His eyes were so expressive at times, it genuinely made things so much harder.

   He rested his head in the crook of my neck, and took in a whiff of my scent. He let go of me, shoving his phone into his pocket as the officers began to restrain him again. I bit my lip to keep my sadness in, and thought about something that I could give him to remember me by, at least until I had the chance to go visit him. Without a second to think about what I was doing, I ripped off my prized bracelets that I wore everywhere, and shoved them into his pocket, right as he was pushed past me. I watched with beady eyes as he was shoved back towards the main building. "I love you..." I muttered under my breath. I felt my body begin to shake from me holding in my sobs, and Laswell stepped in to rub soothing circles on my back.

    "He'll be okay, Belle. He's a tough guy." She said, and I nodded, "I know, it's just....I don't know, I mean I'm scared for him." I said, taking in a stuttering breath. "I know." Laswell said. "Why not head back to your dorm-" She started, before the sound of a helicopter roaring to life cut her off. Both of us glanced up at roof of the main building, and I nearly lost it when the chopper, rose, and flew off into the distance. A hand flew up to cover my mouth, as tears began to roll down my face. "He's gone." I muttered, before excusing myself from Laswell.

    Despite the lack of feeling in my legs, I ran all the way back to my dorm. Ignoring multiple people, including Simon, who'd been in the hallway. As soon as I got my door open, I flung myself onto my bed, and started sobbing like there was no tomorrow. Despite telling myself that he'd be fine, my mind couldn't help but worry about him.

I knew this day was coming, but I just couldn't stop myself from breaking down....

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✍ ( ◔◡◔ ) // Well, its been a while. I'm back from testing, getting distracted etc. Fun fact: I ended up typing this on my tablet since my mom had to use my Mac 😭😭. I'm kinda liking the way the format turned out. It's soooo even. So, how've you guys been? //