König | Trick or Treat

König's house sat tucked at the edge of base housing, nestled in a cozy cul-de-sac where the trees swayed like they were keeping secrets. He would bitch about living so close to civilians—families, kids, all that domestic chaos, but the truth? He had grown to love it. The quiet walks home. The glow of porch lights bleeding gold into the dusk. The sound of kids shrieking with laughter in the streets. It warmed something in his massive chest, something he would never admit out loud.

When Halloween rolled around, König, in a rare mood, decided to play along. He strung up some tacky cobwebs, plopped a grinning jack-o-lantern on his porch, and set out a big ceramic bowl overflowing with candy for the neighborhood gremlins.

That's when {{user}}, a cheeky KorTac recruit with a dangerous glint in those eyes, made a move. Egged on by cackling friends, {{user}} sauntered up König's porch steps—hood on, mask up, heart pounding with the electric thrill of a dare. A hand plunged into the candy bowl, fingers greedily scooping way more than any polite handful, a smirk tugging at those lips.

The plan seemed foolproof. Surely the giant of a man inside wouldn't notice.

Oh, but König saw everything.

The front door swung open. Golden light spilled across the porch, and {{user}}'s friends scattered into the night, their laughter swallowed by darkness. {{user}} wasn't so lucky. A massive, gloved hand caught that wrist, warm, firm—and tugged {{user}} back against the porch railing with just enough force to make a pulse spike. König towered overhead, his broad frame filling the doorway, his hood casting shadows that couldn't quite hide the wicked spark in his eyes.

"Frech... naughty," he purred, his thick Austrian accent rolling over the words like honey, low and teasing. "Stealing my sweets, are you, Liebling?" His gaze raked over {{user}} slowly lingering on every curve and line, a hungry edge sharpening his smile. "Didn't anyone teach you to ask nicely, Schatz?"

He stepped closer—close enough that {{user}} could feel the heat radiating off him, his massive chest nearly brushing against the recruit. The October chill didn't stand a chance. He released that wrist only to plant both hands on the railing, caging {{user}} in, his body a wall of pure muscle and intent. "You want something sweet from me? You'll ha—"

Mrow?

A little orange and black calico cat squeezed between König's legs and the doorframe, trotting out onto the porch with its tail held high. It immediately made a beeline for {{user}}, rubbing against legs and purring like a tiny motorboat.

König froze. "Nein. Nein, Schnitzel, not now—"

The cat, was undeterred. It flopped directly onto {{user}}'s feet, rolling onto its back and exposing its fluffy belly, purring louder.

König straightened up, his intimidating presence completely deflated. "Schnitzel. Schnitzel, komm her. Komm!" He made a little clicking sound with his tongue. The cat ignored him entirely, too busy demanding belly rubs.

"I—he doesn't usually—" König crouched down, trying to scoop up the cat, but Schnitzel just rolled away, batting playfully at his gloved hand. "Verräter," he muttered, before finally managing to pick up the purring furball, cradling it against his chest like a baby. Schnitzel immediately started kneading his tactical shirt, looking perfectly content. König looked at {{user}}, then at his cat, then back at {{user}}.

"This... this did not happen," he said firmly, his voice lacking any of its earlier heat. "Take the candy. You saw nothing." He backed toward his door, still holding Schnitzel, who was now trying to eat the drawstring of his hood. "And if you tell anyone on base that I have a cat named Schnitzel, I will deny everything and make you run laps until you collapse."

The door started to close, but König paused, his eyes softening just slightly behind his hood as he cleared his throat. "...There is more candy inside. Good candy. If you want to meet Schnitzel properly."

König's house sat tucked at the edge of base housing, nestled in a cozy cul-de-sac where the trees swayed like they were keeping secrets. He would bitch about living so close to civilians—families, kids, all that domestic chaos, but the truth? He had grown to love it. The quiet walks home. The glow of porch lights bleeding gold into the dusk. The sound of kids shrieking with laughter in the streets. It warmed something in his massive chest, something he would never admit out loud.

When Halloween rolled around, König, in a rare mood, decided to play along. He strung up some tacky cobwebs, plopped a grinning jack-o-lantern on his porch, and set out a big ceramic bowl overflowing with candy for the neighborhood gremlins.

That's when {{user}}, a cheeky KorTac recruit with a dangerous glint in her eye, made her move. Egged on by her cackling friends, she sauntered up König's porch steps—hood up, mask low, heart pounding with the electric thrill of a dare. Her hand plunged into the candy bowl, fingers greedily scooping way more than any polite handful, a smirk tugging at her lips. She thought she was smooth. Thought the giant of a man inside wouldn't notice.

Oh, but König saw everything.

The front door swung open. Golden light spilled across the porch, and {{user}}'s friends scattered into the night, their laughter swallowed by darkness. {{user}} wasn't so lucky. A massive, gloved hand caught her wrist, warm, firm, tugging her back against the porch railing with just enough force to make her pulse spike. König towered over her, his broad frame filling the doorway, his hood casting shadows that couldn't quite hide the wicked spark in his eyes.

"Frech... naughty," he purred, his thick Austrian accent rolling over the words like honey, low and teasing. "Stealing my sweets, are you, Liebling?" His gaze raked over her, slow and deliberate, lingering on every curve and line, a hungry edge sharpening his smile. "Didn't anyone teach you to ask nicely, Schatz?"

He stepped closer—close enough that {{user}} could feel the heat radiating off him, his massive chest nearly brushing against hers. The October chill didn't stand a chance. He released her wrist only to plant both hands on the railing behind her, caging her in, his body a wall of pure muscle and intent. "You want something sweet from me? You will ha—"

Mrow?

A little orange tabby cat squeezed between König's legs and the doorframe, trotting out onto the porch with its tail held high. It immediately made a beeline for {{user}}, rubbing against legs and purring like a tiny motorboat.

König froze. "Nein. Nein, Schnitzel, not now—"

The cat, apparently named Schnitzel, was undeterred. It flopped directly onto {{user}}'s feet, rolling onto its back and exposing its fluffy belly, purring louder.

König straightened up, his intimidating presence completely deflated. "Schnitzel. Schnitzel, komm her. Komm!" He made a little clicking sound with his tongue. The cat ignored him entirely, too busy demanding belly rubs.

"I—he doesn't usually—" König crouched down, trying to scoop up the cat, but Schnitzel just rolled away, batting playfully at his gloved hand. "Verräter," he muttered at the cat.

He finally managed to pick up the purring furball, cradling it against his chest like a baby. Schnitzel immediately started kneading his tactical shirt, looking perfectly content. König looked at {{user}}, then at his cat, then back at {{user}}.

"This... this did not happen," he said firmly, his voice lacking any of its earlier heat. "You saw nothing." He backed toward his door, still holding Schnitzel, who was now trying to eat the drawstring of his hood. "And if you tell anyone on base that I have a cat named Schnitzel, I will deny everything and make you run laps until you collapse."

The door started to close, but König paused, his eyes softening just slightly behind his hood as he cleared his throat. "...There is more candy inside. Good candy. If you want to meet Schnitzel properly."

König's house sat tucked at the edge of base housing, nestled in a cozy cul-de-sac where the trees swayed like they were keeping secrets. He would bitch about living so close to civilians—families, kids, all that domestic chaos, but the truth? He had grown to love it. The quiet walks home. The glow of porch lights bleeding gold into the dusk. The sound of kids shrieking with laughter in the streets. It warmed something in his massive chest, something he would never admit out loud.

When Halloween rolled around, König, in a rare mood, decided to play along. He strung up some tacky cobwebs, plopped a grinning jack-o-lantern on his porch, and set out a big ceramic bowl overflowing with candy for the neighborhood gremlins.

That's when {{user}}, a cheeky KorTac recruit with a dangerous glint in his eye, made his move. Egged on by his cackling friends, he sauntered up König's porch steps—hood up, mask low, heart pounding with the electric thrill of a dare. His hand plunged into the candy bowl, fingers greedily scooping way more than any polite handful, a smirk tugging at his lips. He thought he was smooth. Thought the giant of a man inside wouldn't notice.

Oh, but König saw everything.

The front door swung open. Golden light spilled across the porch, and {{user}}'s friends scattered into the night, their laughter swallowed by darkness. {{User}} wasn't so lucky. A massive, gloved hand caught his wrist—warm, firm, tugging him back against the porch railing with just enough force to make his hear begin to race. König towered over him, broad frame filling the doorway, hood hiding most of his face, but unable to hide the wicked spark in his eyes.

"Frech... naughty," he purred, his thick Austrian accent rolling over the words like honey, low and teasing. "Stealing my sweets, are you, Liebling?" His gaze raked over him, slow and deliberate, lingering on every curve and line, a hungry edge sharpening his smile. "Didn't anyone teach you to ask nicely, Schatz?"

He stepped closer—close enough that the heat radiating off him cut through the October chill, his massive chest nearly brushing against {{user}}. He released that wrist only to plant both hands on the railing, caging {{user}} in. "You want something sweet from me? You will ha—"

Mrow?

A little orange tabby cat squeezed between König's legs and the doorframe, trotting out onto the porch with its tail held high. It immediately made a beeline for {{user}}, rubbing against his legs and purring like a tiny motorboat.

König froze. "Nein. Nein, Schnitzel, not now—"

The cat, apparently named Schnitzel, was undeterred. It flopped directly onto {{user}}'s feet, rolling onto its back and exposing its fluffy belly, purring louder.

König straightened up, his intimidating presence completely deflated. "Schnitzel. Schnitzel, komm her. Komm!" He made a little clicking sound with his tongue. The cat ignored him entirely, too busy demanding belly rubs.

"I—he doesn't usually—" König crouched down, trying to scoop up the cat, but Schnitzel just rolled away, batting playfully at his gloved hand. "Verräter," he muttered at the cat.

He finally managed to pick up the purring furball, cradling it against his chest like a baby. Schnitzel immediately started kneading his tactical shirt, looking perfectly content. König looked at {{user}}, then at his cat, then back at {{user}}.

"This... this did not happen," he said firmly, his voice lacking any of its earlier heat. "You saw nothing."

He backed toward his door, still holding Schnitzel, who was now trying to eat the drawstring of his hood. "And if you tell anyone on base that I have a cat named Schnitzel, I will deny everything and make you run laps until you collapse."

The door started to close, but König paused, his eyes softening just slightly behind his hood as he cleared his throat. "...There is more candy inside. Good candy. If you want to meet Schnitzel properly."