Togatakinnie - Klaus

Defender | König x trans!m!reader

anonymous asked: Hi! This is my first request but I think the prompts "walk the fuck away" and "are you scared of me now" with könig, where someone is being transphobic to trans!m!reader and konig deals with it but is scared he may have frightened reader ending with "the world will never know a man as amazing as you" from reader <3

summary: König loves you, there's no doubt about that, and he will always fight your corner.

tws: transphobia, swearing, some violence (not super graphic)

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König had heard it from the moment that he had stepped onto base; the amount of self righteous, stupid and cruel, cunts spewing bullshit about you as they always did. He despised it, and although he knew that you took care of it yourself more often than not, he was also well aware that not many people stuck up for you, either.

He did, and so did Horangi, but nobody else. Often, you were told to shut up and take it, be glad that they were only joking, stop being so fucking whiny, it's not their fault - he couldn't stand it. He knew you couldn't do anything about it, you had tried a thousand and one times, so he knew he had to step in.

It wasn't hard to find you, looking down at the floor and chewing at the inside of your lip as a group of people surrounded you; König heard everything. The way that they called you a girl, a woman; the way they poked fun at your body and told you that you would never be a real man; it was enough to make anyone sick, the way they spoke such bullshit with such cruelty.

König was light enough on his feet, sneaking up behind you and glaring at them. "Entschuldigung."

The leader of the pack glared at him. "What? Can't you see we're busy here making sure that this... I don't even know what this fucking abomination is, knows it's not welcome to be around us in the changing rooms."

Slowly, König brought himself between them and you, folding his arms across his chest and staring down at the leader of the pack. "How about you pick on someone your own size, hmm? Or are you scared?"

They tried to punch him, to get him out of the way, but he caught their fist, and with little effort, started to squeeze down; they howled, starting to sob as they fell to their knees before him. He squeezed down harder, and they howled louder, begging for him to let go.

"If you wish to say anything to my boyfriend again," he growled, "them you will have to go through me... is that clear?"

"Fuck... you..."

König tutted, letting go of their fist and grabbing them by the hair, nearly tearing it out of the scalp as he grasped the back of their head; he knew he could crush their skull, he had done it before, but he needed a little control - high command wouldn't take kindly to a fellow soldier being murdered on base, after all.

"Apologise to him," König demanded quietly. "Or ich tu dir weh... badly."

They squirmed, begging for mercy that would not come. "Put me down, brute."

"Hmm... nein," he shook his head. "Apologise to the man. Now."

The apologies came out hurried and panicked, but König didn't care, waiting for you to gently tug at his shirt before he let them go at last, huffing. "Walk the fuck away, cunt."

They did as they were told, retreating with their tails between their legs and saying that they would contact high command about the incident, about König's behaviour and your existence; he would have a word with Price in the morning to make sure that the record was straight.

But then you sniffled, and König frowned, suddenly backing away as he held up his hands, showing you his palms as he shook his head. "I'm sorry... are you scared of me now?"

"No," you looked up at him, eyes glassy with tears that threatened to fall quickly and harshly, voice shaky and a bloodied lip. "Just... thank you."

König shook his head, slow and cautious movements as he made his way back over, sinking to his knees in front of you; he gently brought his hand to your face, thumb tracing over the cut on your lip. "Did they do this?"

You nodded.

"I'll kill them," he growled, accidentally smearing your blood on his skin as he clenched his jaw ever so tightly. "I'll kill all of them."

"Don't," you said softly. "They deserve it, but... they'd punish you, and you don't deserve that."

"Did I scare you?"

"Never," you breathed out, pulling his hand from your face so that you could hold it tightly. "I'd never be scared of you... not you."

He hummed quietly, resting his free hand on your knee as he looked up at you like a kicked puppy; if there was anyone on the planet he didn't want to be cruel to, didn't want to hurt or scare away, it was you. He loved you, he looked forward to the day he would stand under the chuppah with you and finally be able to call you his husband; he never wanted to hurt you.

"You don't..." you sighed, shaking your head. "You don't think I'm not a real man, do you?"

"I know you're a real man," König told you. "A few dumm cunts won't change that. Ever. You're a real man, mein Mann, and there's nothing any stupid bastard could say to make me walk away... are you feeling better?"

You nodded. "Thank you... I... I can't thank you enough, Mein Prinz."

König grinned, nodding. "It's my job, isn't it? You stand up for me all the time, mein Bärchen - it's what boyfriends do."

You wanted to agree, pushing yourself down and straddling his waist as you wrapped your arms tightly around him and buried your face against the side of his neck, a final sniffle leaving you. Blocked nose from crying too much yet somehow too little. You adored König at the best of times, you loved him more than you had ever loved another man, and you couldn't deny that any time he came to your aid, you fell in love with him a little bit more.

No one stood up for you, Horangi did when he was around but it was rare, whenever someone came to your defence you were more than thankful for it; but as König held you so closely, rubbing your back softly, you knew that there was no one else like him, and your gratitude wasn't just because he had stood up for you.

"The world will know another man as amazing as you," you muttered. "You know that, don't you?"

"You remind me every day," he said softly. "But... danke... are you hungry?"

You nodded.

"Come on," he coaxed gently. "We'll go to that little café in town. I'll pay."

Defenseless

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Pairing: [Gaz] Kyle G. x [Enemy] reader

Pronouns: he/him

Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II

Quote: “Look.. I could care less about that file, but.. My office. You trashed my office.”

Description: Gaz gets caught somewhere he shouldn’t be. He has nothing to defend himself with either. He’s running on pure adrenaline and fear.

Disclaimer: Shitty writing. Guns. Fear. Pain. Gaz gets hit a few times.

A/n: This is just a little thought I had. I’m very tempted to make a pt. 2 though.

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Word count: 751

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Get in and get out. Get in and get out. In then out. In then out. This was racing through Gaz’s mind as he frantically tore apart the room. He had no ammo. He had nothing to defend himself. He couldn’t afford to get caught.

“Don’t waste time! Find it and get the hell out of there!” He heard Soap yell from the comms.

“I’m trying!” Gaz whisper-yelled as he threw open a drawer. He needed a certain file. This file was needed to get the team too the next stage of the mission, but he couldn’t see to fucking find it.

“Where is it…” He whispered to himself.

He’s been in the stupid building longer than he’d like. He’d been at this for hours. He was so tired. He was running on pure adrenaline.

“Someone’s headed your way, I won’t be able to see him from this point. You’re on your own.” Soap said.

Get in and get out. Get in and get out. “Get in and get out. Damn it!” Gaz’s frustration grew with every second.

He stood back, his hand on his head in a fit of stress. He frantically looked around the room. His eyes caught a small bit of yellow stuck under a keyboard. He ran up to the desk, throwing the keyboard to the side, grabbing the file. He opened it and smiled.

“Fuck yeah!”

His victory was quickly shut down when he felt something press into his back. His heartbeat quickened as he slowly realized what it was.

The stranger let out a small click as he shoved the gun further into the man’s back. “Look.. I could care less about that file, but.. My office. You trashed my office.”

Gaz tried to swallow the lump in his throat. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears.

“The least you could do is leave the file.” The man said.

Gaz stayed silent, scared if he said anything he’d end up with a bullet in his back.

“Turn around.” The man ordered.

Gaz slowly turned around. From the outside, you would never be able to tell he was scared shitless. Get in and get out. More like get in and get caught.

“How are we lookin’, Gaz?” Soap asked, not being able to see the situation.

When Gaz reached to respond, the enemy took his gun and smashed it into Kyle’s hand. Kyle hissed in pain as he gripped his hand. The man then kneed him in the stomach, causing the soldier to choke and fall forward on his knees.

“Gaz?” Soap asked.

The man pressed the gun against Gaz’s head. “You want that file?”

“Yes.” Gaz said in a broken voice. His stomach is still aching.

“Tell your little friend you ran into trouble, but you’re fine.” Y/n said.

Gaz now looked up at him. He was frozen. When he made no move for the comms, y/n rose a brow.

He then slowly reached up to the comms.

“Gaz?! Are you al-”

“I’m good… I-... I found the file..” His breathing was heavy. “I.. I ran into a little trouble, but I’m fine! I’ll see you soon, S-... I’ll see you soon.” He didn’t want to say any names, even if Soap was only a codename.

“Good.” Y/n brought the gun up as if he was about to hit Gaz with it.

Gaz’s eyes were now screwed shut as he awaited for the impact. The gun hit the comm, breaking it. Gaz groaned as it still hit him.

Y/n put his gun back in its holster. He then grabbed his spinny chair, pulling it closer, gesturing to it. “Get up and sit down.”

Gaz slowly got up, taking a seat in the chair.

Y/n leaned against the table behind him and smiled. “You a bitch.” Gaz’s eyes widened in surprise. “Look, you can take the file, but you’re gonna tell me everything I need to know.”

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togatakinnie

3 months ago

how it feels to see a post containing a vaguely factually inaccurate sentiment about a subject on which you are disgustingly overinformed