You’ve been dating your Colonel, König for some time now and despite his hesitation to wanting to pursue you due to his own personal reservations about dating women that were his subordinates, he always caved when you gave him that little pouty facial expression he adored when you wanted uppies. The mere sound of the word baffled him every time you’d come up to him with your arms stretched up towards him demanding for this. It was downright embarrassing and sometimes he would deny you such a request if he was in the presence of his fellow colleagues, shooting you the ’not now’ glare but you still would guilt him with your pout. But like clockwork, after every meeting, every return to base, every moment he could spare for you, you’d get your uppies despite him hating it but just to see you happy he'd do this for you. One evening you caught him in his office walking back and forth from his desk to a bulletin board sifting through paperwork so you decided to walk in and noticed he didn’t even bat an eye at you and continued to stew in his stressful state.

You went up to him with arms stretched and he lifted you without fuss, holding you securely with one arm under you as you hugged him while he still did his work. He kissed you briefly before looking back over at a sheet of paper in his hand, “Sorry, meine engel, I've been swamped today with reports but I didn’t forget about your non-negotiable uppies tax,” he mumbled, seemingly to himself.