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....Hoooooooly shit.

Thinking about them a lot

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.....Oh my God. Y'all, please hear me out. Iris by The Goo-Goo Dolls? Krolah song.

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I think Herbert and Sarah's relationship is sometimes like that scene in Lilo and Stitch 2.

"AAAA YOU'RE TOUCHING MEEEE!!"

"Not touching!"

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STOOOOOOOOP, HE'S ADORABLE

Viscount Sparkling Berry Cookie? Maybe???

Cookie Herbert loves strawberry jam 😋 especially from unsuspecting vampire hunters 😋

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.... History is repeating itself. When I got into Phantom of the opera as a teenager, I shipped the hell out of Erik and Christine. Hand wrote a bunch of fluffy fanfictions for myself- that I ripped up years later- because I was too afraid to post them in fandom spaces. Now I'm shipping Sarah and Krolock in the same rabid manner and writing fluffy shit- when there's even smaller room for such fuckery, than there is in Phantom.

I was a softie then and I'm a softie years later lol

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Silly thoughts this morning:

Krolock and Herbert tease Alfred about the fact he tried to attack the count with a candlestick. It becomes a running joke ever since Sarah and Alfred return to the castle.

"Be careful, Herbert. He might run you through with a candlestick."

"We're still talking about this?!"

"You really should have known better."

Admittedly, the count still gets a chuckle out of it, much to poor Alfred's embarrassment. He knows it's just a little good natured teasing- at least he thinks it is even when Krolock does it- but it still makes him huffy every time.

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A loving touch

A/N: This idea just smacked me in the face, while I started a current WIP. Hoping to finish that one soon. I don't claim to know how massages work, so there's probably inaccuracies.

Summary: Sarah studies a useful way to help her beloved relax. Sarah x Krolock as usual on this blog. Herbert makes an appearance, because nobody can convince me that he and Sarah aren't besties.

Herbert couldn't help but peer over Sarah's shoulder, curious to know what book had her so invested these past few nights. When he realized what it was, he grinned.

"Ooh, that one will come in handy!" He stated.

She didn't even flinch. Despite being so engrossed, she heard the other vampire come into the library. She paused to speak with him for a moment.

"I'll admit I'm glad I found it," she laughed softly. "Though it was hardly the type of book I felt would be here."

"Oh well, it is newer," he replied, "I bought it a few years ago."

Of course this was his book, Sarah thought. That made sense. Herbert would adore the thought of spoiling a potential lover with a massage. "

I take it you have yet to use the techniques found in it?" She asked.

He shook his head. "Alfred is hesitant but I think he's starting to warm up to the idea."

He smirked playfully at her, nudging her shoulder. "You're planning on treating father dearest, aren't you?"

Sarah laughed again. "Who else? This would be perfect for him!"

That was understatement. The count was so tense. He probably hasn't experienced touch like this in several hundred years. "

Could I use you as a test subject at a later time? You could give me the critique and advice I need."

Oh, she was quite serious in her endeavor, Herbert observed. He admired that. "I believe that can be arranged! It'll help you develop a technique!"

Sarah continued to read for two more nights memorizing passages, making notes in a journal of her own. It would appear being around Alfred had rubbed off on her in some ways. Herbert was more than happy to be a test subject, since he got his own massage out of it. Much of it was trial and error. At times she found herself not using enough pressure because she feared causing pain.

He laid face down, shirtless, on a chaise in the study. A massage worked best with no clothing, the book said.

"A little more." Herbert instructed as her palms glided up his back.

She hesitated. "...Are you sure? I really don't-"

"Very sure! The amount of tension father must be carrying is tremendous! You'll need a little more pressure than that to relieve it!"

With that logic in mind, Sarah pressed down a smidge harder. He nodded in approval.

"Yes! Exactly like that! Excellent job!"

She smiled at his encouragement and praise, continuing to go through the techniques and motions, listening to his instructions and suggestions.

"I think you're ready. I know papa will appreciate this. He needs a reason to relax." Herbert snickered, sitting up.

She laughed softly, hoping that her love would be easy to convince. "You're right about that..."

She found the count in the music room, playing piano. A skill he hadn't used or thought about in a long time. Not until Sarah. It was something she encouraged him to start doing again. She stood outside the door listening to him play for a second, closing her eyes and getting swept up in the melody. It didn't sound like any composer's work she knew. Perhaps it was just something he made up. Either way, she enjoyed it. His playing hadn't sounded as melancholic as of late. His improvised melody sounded almost hopeful tonight, she thought, smiling to herself. Like the dawn after the darkest night. She waited for a pause in his playing to enter.

When he saw her, he gave her a small smile. "Something you need my love?" He rose from the piano stool.

She returned the smile, approaching him to press her palm to his cheek, which he leaned into. "Yes. I need you to go lay down somewhere comfortable and disrobe except for your dress trousers."

The request took Krolock aback so much, it caused him to chuckle. She was up to something but what?

"What have you been plotting this time, Sarah?" He chuckled again at her, raising an eyebrow.

"It's a surprise! You'll feel much better and relaxed afterwards, and that's all I'm going to say!"

Well, he couldn't argue with that logic. Though he wondered about her words.

"Very well. My previous bedchambers will do, before I had to start sleeping in the crypt."

She nodded with another smile. "Lead on, dearest."

And he did.

When they reached his old room, he felt almost a pang of sorrow in his chest. He hadn't set foot here in years. Not since he ceased to be human. Not since the last time he lay with his prior countess, Herbert's mother, and they slept peacefully one last time. The calm before the storm. His reminiscing came to a halt as he felt Sarah begin to remove his cape. He could not deny the vulnerability he felt, baring part of his body to her like this. He masked it well, however.

Her hands continued to help remove his layers, the action softly intimate and loving. If his heart still could beat, it would have fluttered. His upper layer of clothing was laid nearly on a nearby chair. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking to her for further instructions. "

Lay down on your stomach, spread your arms out."

He did as she requested, his head resting on a pillow that he had not felt in centuries. His acute sense of smell picked up on lavender. She had been carrying a small vial of lavender oil on her, opening it to pour some into her palms, rubbing them together to warm it. Krolock was about to inquire about what she was up to once more, but then he felt her hands.

Her palms glided up his back in deliberate strokes, rubbing slowly with some pressure. His question was answered, and he allowed a small, pleased smile to replace his normally stern, stoic expression. His star was so good to him. He had to admit, as much as he spoiled her, she gave him just as much in return. He never expected or asked her for anything but it was always a pleasant surprise when she reciprocated.

"...You're very good at this, Sarah. You've been learning, haven't you?"

She beamed proudly, happy to know her studying had paid off. She would gladly give Herbert credit as well, for assistance.

"I have!" She confirmed gleefully, her thumbs now kneading and circling.

He chuckled. "It shows. And I appreciate this."

He sighed almost blissfully as her hands continued to work. Both of them could feel centuries worth of tension draining away little by little. He found himself amused when she yelped at a popping sound emitting, when she applied some extra pressure on one side of his lower back.

"Are you alright?!"

"Yes," he couldn't help but laugh, "it wasn't painful. That probably needed to happen. Things don't feel as tight in that area."

Curiously, Sarah repeated the actions that led to the popping, now on his lower back, pressing down with the same amount of pressure she used last time. Another loud pop, followed by his grunt.

"Again. Go up." He instructed.

She did, finding more areas like this, not stopping until his back ceased to make noise. Herbert was right as usual, Krolock needed this very much.

"Better?" She asked, rubbing his shoulder blades.

He groaned- a sound which caused her to flush a light pink- burying his face into the pillow.

"Yes. Thank you, dear heart." She smiled softly, running her claws through his long, grey tresses, noting how he leaned into her touch.

"It's my pleasure. I'm more than happy to provide some relief." She pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades, resulting in a lovely tingle down his spine.

"You've done your job exceptionally well." He murmured.

Sarah gave him a firm rub down his arm, now lightly pressing her thumb into his palm, massaging in a circle. She repeated this process with the other hand, before moving back up to his shoulders. Between the soft scent of lavender and her loving touch, Krolock could feel his eyes growing heavy.

He sighed again, his body practically melting into the mattress. She didn't think she'd ever seen him this relaxed. She made a mental note to do this every night for him. It worked wonders.

"Would it be too much trouble to ask to continue?" He asked, his voice soft for a change.

She pressed another kiss to his cheek this time. "I'll continue until you want me to stop or until you fall asleep."

He would inadvertently wind up falling asleep, long before sunrise, a peaceful smile tugging at his lips as he succumbed to her care.

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....It would seem I hit a road block with the fic I was supposed to finish for another fandom. I think I'll start this Tanz fic when I get home. This one's gonna be a fun one to write! Another Sarah x Krolock of course but more so, at the beginning of their relationship. Mainly when Krolock realizes he has caught feelings lol.

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....I think I have inspiration for a fic. I'll start on it after I get this fic done for another fandom and blog.

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Oh dear lord. I finally remembered to turn on asks in the event that someone wants to interact. 🙃

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The author is having a moment lol. Headcanon based on a small mannerism I saw from Drew Sarich's Krolock in a video I was watching:

If Sarah can get Krolock to laugh hard enough, he claps his hands.

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Two soft headcanons

A/N: I can't help myself lol.

-Graf Von Krolock is extremely touch starved. He didn't realize it was that bad, or really think about it, until Sarah became a constant presence in his undead existence. He soon began craving the simplest of touches. If his still heart could beat, it would race every time she gave him the bare minimum of affection. He has to fight with himself so as not to go weak in the knees, every time she kisses his cheek, forehead, or nose. He finds himself initiating hand holding often. Sarah is not oblivious. She does eventually catch on, despite him trying so hard not to come off as desperate or needy. She gives him all he wants and needs, never saying a word about how she knows.

-Krolock also adores the sound of her laugh. It lights up the castle with a warmth he hasn't felt in decades. He will do anything to hear it. And luckily for him, Sarah giggles easily. Particularly at his wry, sarcastic wit. He has this way of looking at Alfred or Herbert when they're acting like dumb-dumbs, that absolutely takes Sarah out. Idk how to describe it exactly but it's almost like this dead eyed, unamused, dead pan expression. Like her beloved, Sarah also loves Krolock's laugh, when she can coax it out of him. He's tougher to crack open but she has her ways.

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.... I really must write a fic again and come up with some more headcanons. But I feel like Plankton in that one SpongeBob episode: "I didn't think I'd get this far!"

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What are the odds that a new friend is going to the same convention as I am, as a vendor, and she makes plushies and stickers?! Did I ask her to make a cute sticker out of Krolock? Oh, you bet your sweet ass I did! The con is in July and I will post a picture of the sticker when I get it!

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I really need to do some brain storming and write again. If only for myself. Maybe Herbert and Sarah will get up to shenanigans in this one. Idk, I just feel like they'd potentially be besties.

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... That's so cute wtf

Okay, picture:

Alfred singing “Won’t Say I’m in Love” from Disney’s Hercules about Herbert.

and Magda, Sarah and Graf von Krolock singing the Muse’s parts.

You’re welcome.

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Oh God, oh fuck, I posted it. I am in dire need of chocolate now.