#mesmer 1994

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ALAN RICKMAN as Franz Anton Mesmer MESMER (1994) dir. Roger Spottiswoode

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Title: DAY 15 Pairing: Franz Mesmer x Fem!Reader || Mesmer Categories: smut Kinktober: Semi-Public Word count: 2.1k

Franz Mesmer was a peculiar physician, to say the least. You were sure he did not find the concept of a physician much to his liking, however, because his methods were very different from those of his fellow acquaintances concerned with treating the suffering.

He was a visionary, and his methods, as eccentric as they were, were still rumoured to be effective. That's one view on it. The other opinion you heard was that all he was doing was no more than a farce. That he did it to make himself known, and there was as little science involved as healing.

A cheap con.

It was curiosity that led you to search for the man. You intended to witness one of these healing sessions that he came to attend. And he did not disappoint, for when he joined the room with his blazing confidence, all heads turned to him, and he strode through the room with purpose. His steps were enthusiastic, and he appeared like a visionary as he stood surrounded by women, all ready to receive the healing. You were skeptical, even though he put on a convincing show with that entrance. You stayed aside to see the kind of procedure he would conduct.

Joining in without much knowledge of his methods would be foolish. You were comfortable standing aside and watching until you would form an educated opinion, ready not to fall for his charm. Mesmer was not trying to persuade anyone. That allure of his was natural and not meant to produce any victims. He believed in his methods perhaps more than even his supposedly healed patients. So, as far as you were concerned, if this was a con, it had to be one formed from mutual unintentional deceptiveness.

You stood aside, watching the spectacle, a myriad of pompous women crowding around Franz Mesmer. He had one of his assistants direct them to the room where the treatment would begin. He appeared to you exhausted, as if this was indeed draining to him, as if his efforts were indeed authentic to him and not a hoax.

Franz Mesmer sensed something was amiss, and his head turned towards you. You were the only woman who had not surrounded him nor tried to find the best spot in the treatment. He became suspicious of that. You did not look like a maid, so his bet in that moment was that you were there to spy on his affairs and blemish his reputation further back at his home. His gaze at you was cold and distant as the rays of moonlight, studying your intentions.

You saw the suspicion in that static posture as he gazed at you, waiting for a move, but you did not give him the benefit of an answer. Franz Mesmer came over to you confidently, staring down at you, his gaze scrutinising you.

"And you, dearest? What is it that ails you?"

You returned his gaze, but with a smile. "There is nothing you can do for my cause. I have come to see for myself your healing."

He studied your hand and, upon seeing no ring, his gaze returned to your eyes. "You do not believe in my methods, Miss?"

"I have heard many things about your procedures. Is it not more cautious to stand aside and see for myself first?"

"Therefore, there is something that pains you, for if you were without discomfort, you would not seek a cure. Will you idly stand aside and not divulge what it is that you desire a treatment for?"

The conversation was a battle of wits, his gaze intense and curious. He was yet unsure whether you meant it or if it had been an excuse to spy on him, as he first guessed. You thought about humouring him with an answer, but that would mean exposing yourself to him far too early, and so you were reluctant. But given the fact that many women were waiting for him, and he would be far more concerned with those, you revealed the matter in which you came to find him.

"I have a condition, Mr Mesmer, that I am afraid no treatment could mend. It is something rather personal, if you understand."

Mesmer's eyes no longer fixed your gaze, but wandered down across your shape, taking in your body as if to see for himself what could be this personal issue. He saw nothing at a glance, so his wandering eyes returned to yours, although his voice was softer, more conspicuous as he leaned in to talk to you in utmost secrecy.

"What is it, Miss. I vow on my responsibility as a healer that whatever this condition is, confess it to me, and it will become my sworn duty. I will restore you."

You smiled, offering your hand to Mesmer, who took it gently between his and lowered his head to kiss. In his gesture, you found that devout servitude of a man who had made from his life the sole purpose of changing the world. Changing medicine.

In that regard, you would have agreed with him, bloodletting was gruesome and impractical. You had been subjected once to that practice in an attempt to repair yourself, and ever since, you had feared all that medics had suggested. The method was vile and left you more dead than alive, which did nothing but push you to hide away your condition further.

"Very well, I should reveal to you the condition which plagues me, but it must remain something only known by you and me, for if this were to come out publicly, my reputation would be as tarnished as your own."

"You are aware of the scandal, then, Miss? Fear not. I will not speak of it, and it will remain under my sworn secrecy. Have faith in my methods, that is all I ask."

And with that, Mesmer returned to his other patients, the expecting women who were ready for his mesmerising experience. As for you, the exchange of glances made it clear that you were to wait until his work was over, and then you would have a private dialogue with him.

"I understand now why you insisted upon secrecy."

Mesmer's expression was thoughtful and distant, lost in his mind as he pondered what you had told him. You revealed a secret, something he had not expected. When you informed him that this ailment was of a personal kind, he thought you meant what many other women did.

Perhaps there was discomfort when you engaged in intimacy?

Or a lack of satisfaction derived from the act due to men often being insufficiently focused on their ladies.

Your lack of a ring meant that you were not currently with a man, and that made things more complicated. That was until you revealed your condition, which was that you never felt satiated when experimenting with intercourse. Your escapades out of wedlock were not uncommon, although heavily criticised by society. In your case, however, this inexplicable desire for intimacy had been so maddening that you pursued it whenever you could, yet no man had ever managed to cause - even temporarily - this urge to cease.

Often, men would be done too quickly or spend too little time, and even when one had managed at last to cause a climax for you, you'd immediately demand another, to which men never complied.

"This condition has greatly affected you."

"Indeed, my influence upon the good circles, however, kept my reputation as clean as one diseased as I could have. There is talk of my coupling, but I send people who dispel the rumours. It is great work to keep the shame away. You understand why I seek a cure with as much immediacy as could be."

"And why you desired to see efficiency in my methods first."

"Precisely so, Mr Mesmer."

Mesmer remained still, thinking. He had joined you in your chambers, and he talked with his back to you, glancing absent-mindedly out of the window, fingers twirling around his cravat. Abruptly, he halted the motion, observing that a few peasants hurried off the property of the wealthy Frenchwoman that had housed him for that evening, sent off by her guards.

It was that very window that Mesmer was eating you out against, forcing you to look outside of it while he was on his knees under your dress. He instructed you to keep watch and describe to him in detail all that happened outside whilst he attempted to assess the harshness of your condition.

"I see a lady, and she talks with someone."

Mesmer grunted against your cunt, nose nestling against your clit while his tongue was lapping in unhurried, greedy strokes against your slit. He kissed over it, brushing the tip of his nose ever so teasingly into your bundle of nerves, making delicate cries escape you - your cunt squeezing around his tongue that was prodding your entrance.

Franz Mesmer held your thighs possessively, gripping at your flesh to keep himself grounded while he ate you out, occasionally urging you with a little pinch of your flesh to keep talking about what you were seeing outside. He noticed that when you were doing so, your cunt became more responsive, and his tongue would lap your slick more eagerly.

"The man you came with, he is talking with that woman who welcomed you first."

Mesmer barely heard what it was you were telling him; what mattered was that your vigilance was heightening your arousal, which he could taste deliciously on his tongue. He kept on doing so until you gave in to a first orgasm that he guided you through with the aid of his fingers, which he added to prolong your pleasure.

But as you warned him, the moment he was out from beneath your dress, you were giving him a desirous stare, as if wondering whether he had assessed what he wished to, or if he was going to continue. You had never received anything more than this. One orgasm was the most you ever got from men, but Mesmer did not back away. He came up behind you, pushing your chest flush against the window and releasing himself with ease from his breeches.

You closed your eyes as his lips latched onto your neck and worked up to your ear, his hand reaching down to help himself inside you. He was grateful that you had changed into a sleeping dress before he came to visit your room for this medical assessment. Getting inside you otherwise would have been impossible had you still worn one of those pompous dresses that were in fashion.

"Are you not frightened that someone will see us?" You asked, but Mesmer was already inside you, starting to move his hips at a pleasant angle that caused his tip to push right against your sweet spot, drawing mewl after mewl from you.

"Not at all, Miss."

"I am wearing my night garments, and you, Mr Mesmer, are visible behind me. That will not leave room for assumptions. Not with how unstable our reputations are."

Mesmer paid that cheeky threat no mind and continued to move his hips, angled at the ideal place and with a gradually building speed that made your cries grow louder and more defined. Although he was glad to hear that his 'assessment' was efficient, he still had to cover your mouth so as not to draw the attention of the women who were still walking the corridors in an attempt to seek private discussions about various ailments with him.

It was not long before you came again, this time with a violent shudder and a series of jerks that had to be controlled by Franz Mesmer, who restrained you tighter against the glass of the window and his own firm chest, his size still as erect and eager as before. One second, orgasm had overcome you, and much to your surprise, that unsatiated hunger began to be tamed.

Franz Mesmer's assessment was logical, and it consisted of seeing how many climaxes it would take to wear your body enough to cause those thoughts to cease. He braced himself with patience as he remembered his vow to help, but luckily, your condition was not as concerning as you or he had initially thought. It took three orgasms. Two were produced by his mouth and fingers, and one by his manhood. Those caused your mind to release all thoughts of further intercourse for that evening.

Therefore, Franz Mesmer's examination concluded positively. Your ailment was nothing more than your lively nature and characteristic craving, and the only reason why you thought it a disease was due to the sheer incompetence of the men who had been in your company before him.

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Alan as Franz Anton Mesmer.

Mesmer (1994)

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He's the MAN. He knows how to take care of and protect women. 💕

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I’m not strong enough to do these digitally (yet) but it is slowly coming back to me. And by “it” I mean my homosexual tendencies about Alan Rickman and his roles

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less than a month til Alan Rickman Diaries US release and i'm feeling SO normal about it <he says with death grip on thigh

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Hello there,

Would you consider writing more about dear old Franz Mesmer?

The real Franz Anton Mesmer was such a weirdo, but I think Alan Rickman gave his best in making him eccentric and charming in equal measures 😂

I think you write him so beautifully, and this role really doesn't get the attention it deserves.

I love your work, and I hope you have a wonderful week ❤️

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Title: HURT

PAIRING: Franz Mesmer x Fem!Reader || Mesmer CATEGORIES: fluff / angst HINT: I didn't have an idea for a fanfiction, but here's a scenario for Franz Mesmer finding you hurt. WORD COUNT: 1K

୨♡୧ ｡You were visiting Franz Mesmer's manor with the intention of finding healing for some personal illness that had plagued you for the previous months.

୨♡୧ ｡When you came to find a cure for this disease, you didn't think it was too serious. It was troubling you because it came over you suddenly, without a cause or reason, but there was nothing to worry you.

୨♡୧ ｡Physicians told you there was no apparent reason for this disease. No name. Nothing they could do other than encourage you to rest and keep yourself away from trouble.

୨♡୧ ｡But that didn't help.

୨♡୧ ｡The ailment in itself didn't hurt you. It was the risks of its symptoms that worried you. This disease made you have moments of weakness that, at times, led to fainting.

୨♡୧ ｡Fainting at the time was not unheard of; it happened, but usually it had a cause. Ladies would pass out from shock or fear, from various medical practices, but you hadn't heard of these unexpected fits of fainting. One moment you were fine, and the other, this weakness came over you, and you felt on the verge of passing out.

୨♡୧ ｡You heard of Mesmer by accident during one of his attempts to make his medical practices more famous. You were drawn by them, preferring this kind of medicine over the practices that involved blood drawing. You felt as if those did nothing but worsen your condition, so you searched for Franz Mesmer for a cure.

୨♡୧ ｡He welcomed you with open arms, ready to take on a new case that was mysterious and engaging.

'Fear not, my dearest. If there is a way to soothe this ailment, it is I who will free you of it.'

୨♡୧ ｡You believed him.

୨♡୧ ｡Unlike the other physicians, Mesmer was far more passionate about his work.

୨♡୧ ｡He explained to you that he would have to keep you under observation for a while, and as a result, you had to move in with him at his manor.

୨♡୧ ｡It was a lovely place to be, and you were in great hands.

୨♡୧ ｡Franz Mesmer thought you were a sweet lady, and it was quick for him to start seeing you as more than a patient, but as a treasured companion.

୨♡୧ ｡From a patient like any other, Mesmer started to take your case more and more seriously, until you were the one he visited insistently and worked on, planning for you to become his breakthrough in medicine.

୨♡୧ ｡His relation to you became a bit confusing. From a patient, he began inviting you to dinner as if you were part of his family.

୨♡୧ ｡You were allowed to go outside by yourself, to explore his gardens, because your health was in decent condition. Your illness didn't put you at risk for getting injured. Or at least, that's what you and

୨♡୧ ｡Mesmer believed.

୨♡୧ ｡One evening, he was busy. A prosperous baron came with his daughter, and Mesmer was trying to find the cause of her issue. They retreated to the usual patient room, so you took your leave to let them have privacy.

୨♡୧ ｡You went outside, planning to spend the evening in the garden until the man and his daughter left. There was nothing to concern you, other than perhaps the slightly cool weather that came with the winter days.

୨♡୧ ｡You began to walk through what remained of the once-blooming trees. Stepping carefully over the soft layer of snow, you observed the small steps caused by animals. Tiny critters that ran around when nobody was there to disrupt them.

୨♡୧ ｡Then, without any warning, it happened.

୨♡୧ ｡In less than a minute, you went from feeling well to a weakness hitting you like a brick. Your legs gave up on you, your gaze became dark, and your ears rang ominously.

୨♡୧ ｡One moment, you saw the winter view of his garden; the second, it all went dark.

୨♡୧ ｡When you came to, you were in Mesmer's arms.

୨♡୧ ｡You only glimpsed his eyes, concern filling them. He looked down at you, whispering.

'Stay with me.'

୨♡୧ ｡Then it all went dark again.

୨♡୧ ｡You woke up in a bed. Not your usual patient bed, but a much more comfortable one. It was soft, royal almost.

୨♡୧ ｡Your eyes opened, and you found Mesmer. He was standing by the window, his back turned to you. His hands were behind his back, and from his stance, you could see he was tense. Worried.

୨♡୧ ｡Mesmer heard you shift and try to stand up, and he turned quickly and rushed to your side, insisting you stop.

୨♡୧ ｡That's when you realised you were in his personal bedroom.

'What do you remember?'

୨♡୧ ｡The concern in his voice scared you more than the experience itself.

'I don't remember much. I was in the garden, I was looking at what's left of the trees and then…' 'And then? Don't you remember anything else?' 'No.'

୨♡୧ ｡Mesmer took your hand, holding it between his palms, stroking it gently.

'You didn't slip? Perhaps there was ice beneath the snow?' 'No, I don't recall.'

୨♡୧ ｡Franz nodded thoughtfully, then one hand moved to your cheek, stroking it.

'Your illness flared.' 'It must have been the cold.' 'Perhaps.'

୨♡୧ ｡Franz tilted his head to the side, then leaned down closer. The distance was intimate.

'You were lucky, my beloved. I was approaching the end of the consultation with the baron's daughter. I was coming to open the window when I saw you fall.'

୨♡୧ ｡Mesmer glanced away.

'I wasted no time; I came rushing to your aid. How fortunate you were, the snow was soft and welcomed your fall. Had it been any other season, the snow absent, I fear you might have come to more harm.'

୨♡୧ ｡From then on, Mesmer refused to drop you from his sight. He kept you not only constantly by his side, but from then on, he made it so you slept in his room, where he could keep you safe.

୨♡୧ ｡The patient's room, he feared, was too far away for how mischievous your ailment was.

୨♡୧ ｡Franz Mesmer gave you preferential treatment, after all, you were his favourite patient.

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Title: DAY 2 Pairing: Franz Mesmer x Fem!Reader || Mesmer Categories: sad-comfort | fluff RICKMAS: A Christmas Wish - Audiomachine Word count: 2k

Franz Mesmer believed in his work like few men would, which was why, at times, he would forget what season it was. This year was no different. Lost in his introspections, he failed to witness the passing of days. He dismissed the descent in temperature and the premature snow that blanketed his estate, until they all came to remind him that December was around. His patients bore with the change in weather, a multitude of ill peasants gathering by his gates to implore his aid. Who was generous enough to help the suffering, if not Mesmer, the revolutionary physician who refused none who sought his help.

You learnt to live with Mesmer.

He was an idealist, but a good man at heart. His devotion to his cause was inspiring, although blinding for him. You saw past it, the concerns overwhelming you at times, but Mesmer? If you took away his cause, it meant his destruction. So you watched day by day the loyalty to his credo, harvesting knowledge to heal the suffering. But who would heal Mesmer himself? Who could keep a man so engrossed by his goal away from impairing his own judgement when he threw himself so carelessly into his work?

The second day of December rolled around.

When you opened your eyes, Franz Mesmer was already gone from your shared bed, the spot beside you cold from his prolonged absence. Your fingers stroked the sheets, trying to drag the remaining warmth of his body, but Mesmer was long gone. With a deep sigh, you rose from the bed too and walked to the window. How unsurprising! Mesmer was already in the garden, circling his patients, trying fruitlessly to bring comfort to these poor souls who came at dawn to plead with your beloved Mesmer.

You remained by the window, the scene playing before you all so familiar, and yet you could not shake away the thought that Mesmer's behaviour was destructive to himself. His work was madness to other physicians. Some people, too, spoke ill of Mesmer's methods, despite them being the least invasive of the kind. You wondered why everyone was this way. Why did all harbour such reluctance for your beloved Mesmer? He wounded none, his methods far more humane than most. And yet, the only ones who believed in him were his close ones and these poor, unfortunate souls who came and begged as a last resort.

If there was one wish you had, A Christmas Wish, it was that Mesmer would allow himself a break. One holiday to permit himself to recharge, because who would heal him had he fallen ill?

The scene in the garden continued for a while, and you watched as the men and women left, one by one, as Mesmer finalised his procedure. They looked well, but Franz did not. Even from such a distance, you could see his shoulders slouched. So vivid was the image of his exhaustion, his weakened panting, his feeble body as it recovered from sharing with them his vitality. It was through him that healing coursed; he was the vessel, but even the holder could break. The man, however, refused to share his suffering. He thought it was his duty to bear the pain alone.

For his cause, this damned cause that broke him little by little before your very eyes.

You decided it was time to decorate the estate, but Mesmer was nowhere to be seen. After breakfast, he disappeared into his office, his usual zeal regained after a vigorous meal. Mesmer requested not to be disrupted as he left the table in a rush. His servants complied willingly with such a request, for it was the most common one they received from the man of the estate. He was, by his own recollection, on the brink of a discovery; despite this, you wished there was something you could do to retain him from his work.

"Could this finding not be delayed a little longer, Mein Augenstern? I expressed to our servants my longing to commence the preparations for the estate for this year's holiday." You rose to your feet to pursue Franz, but he was already on his way up the stairs to his work.

Franz Mesmer was fond of you; there was no denying that fact.

He cared for you, but his idealism was a wall that separated his heart from his mind. Sometimes one had sovereignty over the other, and most often it was his mind that blossomed. Thus happened today. Franz heeded not your plea, but retreated to his office to continue his work. It was only after hours had passed that he sauntered around his room, and his mind let room for his heart to sing its chant. Franz was by the window, fingers tapping against the windowsill, when his eyes caught a glimpse of something curious.

Franz witnessed you and his trusted housekeeper and butlers gathered around an evergreen conifer which guarded his estate. It was not of imposing height. It was a pompous one, imported, yet he could not remember where from. The tree was rather beautiful, a silver fir that grew just enough to become the perfect welcome to his manor. He had it planted for you. You requested this tree many winters prior. Franz remembered you suggesting back then that it could serve as a beautiful Christmas reminder every year.

Franz leaned against the window, eyeing the group, a strange sensation irking him, making room in his chest.

You were there, discussing perhaps with the others. Would you be decorating that tree? Franz realised he could not remember if you had done so in the years before.

How strange. His memory had never failed him before.

The sensation in his chest grew graceless as he overlooked the preparations. You beamed, you were joyous to engage in something so very trivial. Was it the mere act of placing colourful items on a tree that brought such delight to you? No. That was far too superficial.

Of course, Franz knew in his heart that the quality time spent with others led to happiness.

He wondered how long it had been since he last allowed himself leisure time, moments spent with you. Unfortunate girl, to give your heart to someone who was at all times blinded by a cause out of his reach.

Franz let his eyes wander over the sight a moment longer, then left the window more troubled than before. These thoughts swarmed him with such fervency that he found himself thinking about you.

Franz left his materials and left the office. He was unable to keep his attention on work anymore. He had been foolish and selfish to trade away you for the people he wished to cure. But it was not even that. Could he not have found a way to balance the two? How long had you been hoping for his redemption that never came?

When Franz reached the base of the stairs, you were coming inside with the servants. One of them had a miniature conifer, which he carried to another room after bowing respectfully to Mesmer. You smiled when you saw Mesmer, but assuming he had only paused his work temporarily to concern himself with the hour of lunch, you made no gesture to invite him to adorn the estate.

"Pardon me, what is it you are doing?"

"Oh," The servants stopped and gave you an inquisitive glance. You motioned them to continue as you would enlighten Mesmer yourself to the reason for the ruckus, but the housekeeper spoke before you.

"I hope we have not disrupted your work, Herr Mesmer. We have been preparing the manor for this year's celebrations. Frau L/N had insisted we begin today as the weather is unpredictable at this time of year. This day was generous enough that we could commence our preparations, is that not so, Frau L/N?"

Franz Mesmer, who watched the monologue with an unreadable expression, placed his hand on the stairs' railing.

"An arduous chore, I acknowledge. Has Y/N selected the ornaments on her own appraisal?"

"Frau L/N has indeed. We think her selection bold and equally stunning."

The discussion revolving around you caused your cheeks to burn with a flustered warmth, "Oh! Please, I have done nothing but contact the artisan with my imprecise ideas! He did the work. All praise to him."

Franz Mesmer watched you with a smile expanding on the corner of his lips. That soft fluster was among those beautiful traits which he recalled from the first meetings with you. Early, when his work was only a seed which sprouted with your gentle encouragements, that was when he glimpsed the colours of your prudish upbringing.

"Why, if this is not the most joyous find. Liebling, you are an architect of the future as extensively as I am."

"Mein Augenstern… I beg you! Not before the servants." Your flustered expression was fueling Mesmer's ego quite a bit. The servants, too, but most so the housekeeper, took notice of this behaviour. It was clear to them that Franz Mesmer had come to them for a reason.

Which had to do with Frau L/N.

"I speak the truth and only the truth, Liebling! I have travelled a fair share of my youth and encountered many humble abodes as I have seen prideful estates. None had the spark of liveliness and holiday as mine does with you in charge of it."

"Mein Augenstern! Cease this foolishness!"

Franz Mesmer took your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of it. "If you allow the humblest suggestion from me, we must not stop at this. You!" He pointed at the housekeeper. "Speak with this artisan to craft for us tinsels of silver enough to reach around the railing of these stairs! The time of pretzels hung in trees is far gone, Liebling! We shall innovate with our vision!"

You had to admit, Franz, suddenly absorbed by your decorating session, was as unexpected as it was funny. You raised a brow at him, arms crossed over your chest, trying to tease him in return. After all, his behaviour had caused you to blush in front of the servants, and that was not at all gentlemanly of him to condone!

"Oh, Mein Augenstern. I beg you, do not get ahead of yourself! It is my vision," you smiled, giving him a flirty look which you attempted to keep from being too overly noticeable to the servants. But they were not born yesterday and saw through your behaviour with ease. It made them cheerful to see the master and mistress of the house in good spirits.

"I will admit it is your idea, but my contribution will be magnificent, so much so, Liebling, that you will desire I become acknowledged as your aide in the pursuit of decoration." Mesmer had come over, his hand resting on the small of your back, eyeing you. The other servants exchanged looks, but did not interfere.

Mesmer glanced over your shoulder at the housekeeper, then for a moment closed his eyes. He recalled something, a distant memory, a smell, and then a taste.

"While I bring my contribution to adorning the estate, I expect we have those pretzels ready by dinner! I wish you could make them as I tasted them in my early memories! Sweet glazing for some and cheese for others. Do not be tightfisted, the holidays expect us to be generous!"

"Herr Mesmer, but is it not too early in the twelfth month to prepare the pretzels?"

"Ah! Not at all, for we'll make the whole month one of celebrations, not only a mere few days!"

You laughed at his display of energy, glad that his morning with his patients did not fully drain him. "What has reached into you, Mein Augenstern! I cannot recall the previous time I have caught you so passionate about the holiday season!"

Franz placed his hands on your cheeks, cradling your head. As he placed a soft, sudden kiss on your forehead, filled with love and adoration, the man sighed. No answer was necessary; however, in your mind, it was a miracle.

A Christmas Wish come true.