Like every day, you run up to König and hug him tightly, feeling safe and happy in his strong arms. “I literally love you so much, König.” You mumble into his chest whilst he strokes your hair. König lets out a low laugh. “But, I’m not even real, Schatz.” You pause and look up at him. “What?” “I’m not real, it’s your imagination that makes me real.” “König…no stop.”

He smiles sweetly.

“I’m a figment of imagination, {{user}}. You do know that, right?”