#(a promise)

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ALAN RICKMAN as Karl Hoffmeister A PROMISE (2013) dir. Patrice Leconte

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Artists that make me want to run frantically through the woods at maximum emotion and yearning as the crows circle me

The amazing devil

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The family crest

Rabbitology

Crane wives

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Title: Gift

ᯓ★ . A gift from Karl to you.

Pairing: Karl Hoffmeister x f!Reader || A Promise Warning: fluff, smut, fingering For: @jacks-valentine

˚₊⊹ masterlist: Gift ✧ Tumblr ˚ | Ao3 ₊⊹

word count: 2.3k

"Mein Liebling?"

Karl Hoffmeister waited with a brooding nervousness as your eyes discovered the small box in his palm. His other hand was still hovering over the small of your back, but as you turned to face him, he let it drop to his side. He didn't want to startle you, but had he not sneaked up behind you with the box, you would've seen it, and the surprise would have been less.

He took a step back, clearing his throat and straightening his back. Karl's shoulders rolled slightly to reassert his confidence as he presented the small box in his palm. His eyes lingered on it first, then up at you, taking in your reaction one by one. The startled yelp as he rested his large hand on your back, the ease of your chest as you discovered it was him, and now the surprise as you spotted the box. It was still closed, but at first glance, you could tell it was a jewellery one. The outside was metallic, and you could anticipate the cool of its material. It was finely engraved with coiling lines that formed flowery patterns alongside its rim. It bore a golden colour that melted into the green pigment used to highlight those spiralling carvings. One look had been enough to tell it was costly, whatever it was, for if the box was quite so exquisite, whatever was within couldn't be less than a match.

"Forgive me. I didn't mean to startle you." Karl broke the silence with his low, gravelly voice. It penetrated the silence with a whisper, his eyes soft and patient, as he realised you were still taken aback. "I found no better way to approach you about it, mein Liebling, so you must forgive me."

There was a small pause as Karl cleared his throat. His hand kept the box clutched between his larger fingers, making the item seem smaller than it was. His hands had that 'gift', you could say, of making anything that was between them seem all the more tiny and fragile than reality would have it. As his eyes turned to the box, he relaxed his palm. How strange that he hadn't even realised how tightly he was clutching the box up until now. What a curious thing, that he felt nervous when he already knew that any gift you'd welcome with utmost gratitude. And still, each time he harboured the same apprehension, the same fear that your reaction would change. That you wouldn't find his gift to measure up to what you deserved. And that, perhaps, he could understand. A gorgeous lady like yourself deserved the best, and he could only try to find something worthy of you. But what did he know? All jewellery and gifts would fail to be deserving of your gentle neck and shoulders, your delicate fingers and wrists, or the soft soothing lobes of your ears.

"I took the liberty to procure a little something for you. Ah, please, allow me to finish." He stooped to you just as you opened your mouth to scold him for once again spending his fortunes on you. You knew Karl could afford it, and certainly it was always a joy when he spoiled you with gifts. But at the same time, it only felt natural to deny him at first, to let him know that your affections for him didn't rely solely on material things. But so often had you given him this speech that Karl interrupted it before it could spring from your lips.

Karl's own lips curled into a smile as he saw you pause, guessing that he indeed anticipated the timing of your soft complaints. His free hand reached over for yours, his large palm once again contrasting yours and making it seem all the more frail. In comparison, your hand was just like the jewellery box, cradled by his firm palms. How curious it was, seeing it now, that everything which rested in Karl's palms earned at once this noble light. Seeing your own hand and the jewellery box in his palms made you feel all the more special, and that before he could let any word leave his lips.

He guided your hand closer, and with the gentleness only you knew him capable of, he placed the box in your palm, closing it around it. The initial feeling was as you had guessed: the cool metallic material gave you that contrast you had expected, but it wasn't as cool as you had guessed, for Karl's own palm had warmed it as it clutched it until now. So the sensation, cool at first, was replaced by the comforting temperature of Karl's palm, which still lingered on the box.

"It makes me pleased, a great deal, to get you gifts, mein Liebling. There are few things I can do to guarantee your happiness with me, and among them... this would be one." He whispered in his gravelly tone, releasing your hands and letting his arms move behind his back as you glanced at him, and then at the box. "Forgive me for my brash words, but I am no fool. I know your sacrifice is great, and I have no desire to leave it unrepaid."

This wasn't the first time Karl Hoffmeister had hinted at it.

The fact that he felt his age, greater than yours by a handful of years, was something that was in the way of your affection, and that your decision to marry him had been a sacrifice. No matter how many times you assured him his age was not an inconvenience, his brow remained furrowed. And Karl was lost in his own mind for a few minutes. He'd thank you and reward your patience with a kiss.

"Karl, please. I don't need expensive gifts..."

"Would it harm you to accept them for my own peace of mind?" His voice grew a little stern, above the whisper. "Please, mein Liebling."

You sighed. It wasn't out of hesitation that you did, but merely because you knew what it meant. No matter how many times you'd reassure Karl, he would never deep down believe he was worthy of it.

That ached.

But for his sake, you let it go.

"I am not refusing your generosity, Karl. I don't want you to think my love for you relies on gifts. That's all."

"Then, could you open it?"

You nodded.

Your palms uncovered the lid of the small box, pushing it back. It fell back with ease, revealing the interior. A royal green cushioning shielded the inside, the tint akin to the outer pigmentation. It served as the resting place of a necklace. The item was clearly worked on command, ordered by Karl himself from a jeweller. It was done for your fine neck to hug it and adorn it rightfully so. The chain was delicate, light, and finely smelted, and the pendant was done to hold a precious gem which you had assumed to be an emerald, judging by the green theme of the box. Without a doubt, it had been Karl's own design.

"May I?"

You heard Karl after a few moments as you marvelled at the gift. Your answer came shortly, almost as a giggle, amused that he felt he had to even ask, "Of course you may."

Karl lifted the necklace tenderly, observing it too. He saw it before, as it was shaped by the jeweller. And even on his way to you, he repeatedly checked on it, trying not to harbour second thoughts. Was it worthy of you? Nothing was, Karl would repeat to himself, and yet it didn't hurt to try.

So he guided you to the mirror in your bedroom, coming up behind you and tying the necklace around your neck, clasping it carefully and watching how it rested on your skin. It was stunning to him, but the judge had to be your eyes, so he waited for you to get a good look at your reflection in the mirror. He remained stoic behind you, firm, with his back straight. Karl preserved his composed attitude, despite the softness he would allow only you to see.

"I think it's wonderful, Karl. Every time you impress me more and more..."

Karl exhaled the breath he had been holding, relaxing his chest.

"I think my favourite part about it is knowing that I plague your mind even when I am not aware of it." You teased, reaching behind yourself and taking his arms, guiding them to wrap around your waist as you watched your reflection in the mirror. His head came down, and he placed a soft kiss on your bare shoulder, his moustache tickling a chuckle out of you. "Knowing I must be on your mind even when you work, or when you eat, or right before you sleep..."

"Mein Liebling, you should say better that you never leave my mind..."

"That's an enticing thought..."

Karl's arms squeezed tighter around your waist, mindful not to hurt you. He pulled you gently into his chest, until your back was snug against it as his lips continued to place soft, reverent kisses across your bare shoulder. He had never felt more glad to have caught you before bedtime. You were dressed in only a nightgown. It conveniently served him well, giving him the access he needed. His right hand slid lower, from your waist to your stomach. Karl's palm pressed on it, his fingers splayed over the fabric, warmth radiating beneath.

Then he let his hand trail lower, to the side of your thigh. His finger began kneading the skin rhythmically, possessive, firm and controlled but not forcing you.

"Here, Herr Hoffmeister?"

"Here, mein Liebling... Here I can see it all better."

Karl's hand rode up, underneath your nightgown, cupping your womanhood firmly. His face pressed into your shoulder as he grunted at the sudden warmth of your privates against his skin, and his other arm coiled tighter around your waist.

"You must think I am careless... with no manners..."

"Nein," you gasped, your hand reaching below and gripping his wrist as he began to work his index and ring finger lazily against your heat. "Not at all, Herr Hoffmeister..."

"Then what do you think of me?"

"I... don't think at the moment..."

Karl laughed, a resonant sound that came from his chest as he continued to plaster kisses alongside your shoulder. From your right one to the left, working against the column of your neck to adorn it too with the testament of his affection. Each kiss came at the price of his moustache grazing against your skin and making you shudder and giggle, shifting in his arm as he tightened the embrace he had on you. His fingers, at first lazy, began to settle for a better pace, quicker, yet calculated and rhythmic, finding the sensitive bud and teasing it until he felt a soft jerk of your hips against his own, your womanhood pressed into his palm.

"Ahh... mein Liebling... You enjoy this gift more than the necklace?"

"Herr-"

"Hush, no more of that." He whispered against your ear, "Karl... It is Karl that I wish to hear, dearest Y/N."

His fingers didn't cease working. The pace followed the impatient movement of your hips as your body grew needier by the moment. Each stroke of his fingers meant to coax the pleasure out, to guide you to let go and rely on him to make you feel good.

"Karl, my legs...-"

"I have you..."

Your legs, indeed weak from feeling the nearing of your orgasm, were beginning to give out. But Karl kept you up with ease, his arm holding you against him, his palm cupping your cunt as his fingers continued their work, bringing you closer and closer, having you rely solely on his support to keep you standing. You could see it vaguely in the mirror when your eyes would open, for they were mostly closed from the overwhelming waves of pleasure and the shame of the act. But Karl? He had his eyes open and locked onto the sight before him, keeping up his work until he saw your tense body give way to your orgasm.

"Karl," you called, your voice weak and needy, breathless as you tried to clutch tighter onto him.

"So well, you are doing so well, mein Liebling..."

He held you up and snug against his chest as your body jerked and shuddered with your orgasm, grunting against your ear from the sheer rawness of delight he felt seeing you come undone against him, wearing his necklace, in the nightgown he bought for you, in his home, due to his hands. You were his, undeniably and undespitably his. And no matter how many times he did this, each time he discovered in awe just how much he enjoyed being reminded that you were his.

As you came down from the highs of your climax, Karl kept his hold on you, only softly removing his hand from underneath your nightgown to wrap around his other, around your waist. He kept you against him for a moment longer, but suspecting the weakness of your legs, he guided you over to your bed and helped you down on it.

Karl hovered over you. He had a look that betrayed his pleasure, despite that stoic appearance. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before leaving your side. You frowned and tried to push yourself up, but he stopped you with a laugh.

"Nein... Stay, Schatz... I will change and come to join you..."

When you tried to protest that you should come up and help him, he once again interrupted you with an amused look that made the skin around his eyes wrinkle with comfort. "I cannot make you wait long, I promise. I offered you a gift tonight; what man would I be to run from you now?"

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Promise

Horror masterlist - Masterlist - Misc. masterlist

RZ Michael Myers x female nurse reader

Words: 1296

Warnings: strangely none (considering that it's a Myers oneshot^^)

Notes: this has been sitting in my drafts for 3 months now and I still feel weird for posting it, I personnally don't like this oneshot but maybe someone out there might enjoy it, so here you go 😊

Summary: you seem to be the only person who's able to communicate with Michael

Reader: short female reader in mind, but no specific descriptions are used

"These eyes will deceive you. They will destroy you. They will take from you your innocence, your pride, and eventually your soul. These eyes do not see what you and I see. Behind these eyes one finds only blackness, the absence of light."

Those were Doctor Loomis' words about the most feared patient within Smith's Grove Sanitarium and everyone agreed...everyone except you. That's why you found yourself in the middle of the observation room, with Michael towering over you. You were waiting for the doctor to arrive, alone except for the guards outside who kept a vigilant watch on the two of you through the door's window. You should have been afraid of him but you weren't as you were probably the only human being within these walls who saw something else within Michael's eyes, a bittersweet sadness you were all too familiar with. You gestured for him to sit down, he hesitated for a moment before complying. Even while sitting, he still loomed over you, so you approached him cautiously, careful not to make any sudden movements.

"May I touch it?", you asked in a soft voice, settling yourself in front of him while pointing at his mask, "I promise I won't remove it. It's just...beautiful...and I'd like to get a closer look."

His icy blue eyes gazed at you, displaying a faint hint of contemplation, yet without uttering a single word or making any movement. You waited patiently, but since there was no response after a minute, you made the decision to proceed. Your delicate fingers grazed over the papier-mâché mask, brushing away a few strands of his long blond hair and delicately tucking them behind his ear. His breath hitched the moment you briefly touched his skin and a grin spread across your lips. Your hand now found his head, patting it sweetly while humming a happy melody. His breaths grew heavier and his head tilted, leaning in against your touch. Your gaze shifted from his disheveled hair to his eyes, and you found yourself getting lost in the dilated pupils that slowly engulfed the blue around them. Beneath the darkness of murder and madness, there still existed a little boy who longed for love, family, or even just a simple human connection.

"Nurse!"

The metallic clanking of the opening door and Loomis' voice startled you and your hand instinctively retreated as your eyes wandered to the doctor.

"You're needed elsewhere, I'll take it from here", he said softly yet assertively, taking a seat in front of Michael.

As you tried to turn around, you sensed a firm grasp on your wrist. Michael's fingers were wrapped around it tightly, keeping you in place as his pleading eyes found yours. Despite the intensity of his grip and the fact that he had already taken the life of a nurse, you felt an overwhelming sense of tranquility. Leaning closer to him, you gently attempted to pry his fingers away from your wrist.

"I'll be back as soon as I can", you whispered, a smile gracing your lips, "I'll drop by your room if it's too late, I promise."

Finally, he released his hold on you, and for a fleeting moment, a glimmer of hope flickered in his eyes, his hand rising slowly to wave at you. It didn't feel right to leave, but there was no other choice. As the door closed behind you, you stole one last glance through the window, your heart heavy at the sight of Michael's lingering gaze while Loomis scribbled something down in his notebook almost frantically.

It was finally the end of your shift but as you changed out of your uniform, your thoughts drifted back to Michael, the commitment you had made hanging over you like a menacing shadow. Hanging the uniform in your locker, you made your way through the hallways.

"Aren't you supposed to be home by now?", Cruz asked, mopping the floor around Michael's room.

"Yes but I made a promise", you replied, offering him a polite smile as you paused at the door, gently knocking and waiting.

Despite not being alone, the hallway felt eerie. The dirty white walls seemed to stretch out into an infinite torment as your gaze wandered down to the floor, all the way to the end. A sudden thud at the door made you jump, eyes darting towards the barred window where you discovered Michael peering back at you through his mask. As your heartbeat calmed down a bit, the corners of your mouth turned into a gentle smile and you placed a hand on the side of the window.

"See? I promised you I'd be back."

Cruz chuckled and stepped up beside you, slowly unlocking the door.

"Be careful", he whispered, twisting the key in the lock, "he's dangerous but I still believe it would be more personal and easier to greet him without the barrier of a solid metal door. Saw you two this afternoon, I believe it'll do Mikey some good, if you're good to him, he's good to you...in his own way."

With an encouraging smile, he pushed open the door and stepped aside. Michael remained motionless, his eyes fixed on your form as you cautiously entered his room. A gasp escaped your lips when you beheld the walls adorned with the many masks he had crafted over the past fifteen years. It felt surreal, like you'd just fell into another, darker, realm of mysteries and twisted wonders. Tentatively, you took a few steps closer, running your fingers along one of the masks hanging just above his desk. It stood inbetween all the colours as jt was painted all in white with cut-out eyes and a subtle dark gray line at the bottom resembling lips while the top was made of different black papier-mâché strands which gave the face less of a creepy and more of that weird out-of-bed hair look, eliciting a small giggle from you. Before you could react, a hand reached over your shoulder, plucking the mask from the wall and presenting it to you. You took it, careful to not damage it and turned around, your fingers nervously toyed with the loose coloured paper strands.

"For me?", you asked almost in a whisper.

Michael simply nodded and walked back to his bed, sitting down on the edge. You weren't sure if you should say or do anything else. The bond that was forming between the two of you was unusual and extraordinary. The silent killer and his nurse, an unexpected connection that blossomed like a foreign flower in the midst of a desert. 

"I...uh...need to get home now but I'll see you tomorrow", you offered him a smile, "and thanks for this. I love it and it'll get a special place at home."

You held up the mask before turning away, walking past Cruz who locked the door once again.

"I don't understand what it is with you but Mikey likes you, usually no one is allowed to touch anything in that room, not even me."

"Well maybe it's because I see a bit more in him than just the mindless killer everyone else believes him to be", you shrugged your shoulders, heading down the hallway with Cruz following behind you.

You felt his hand on your shoulder, forcing you to stop just as you were about to pass the last door of this floor.

"Whatever you see in him, don't forget what he has done", Cruz urged, "for your own sake."

The warden's words carried a subtle acknowledgement of the harsh reality, yet they were delivered with a touch of kindness. He seemed to be the only other person, apart from you, in this place who believed that there was more to Michael than just brutality and an unnerving silence.

Part 2 - Mask

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Alan as Karl Hoffmeister.

A Promise (2013)

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