Tag: krolfred

Clenched Soul

apoemaday:

by Pablo Neruda

We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.

I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.

Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand.

I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.

Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?

The book fell that always closed at twilight
and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.

Always, always you recede through the evenings
toward the twilight erasing statues.

did someone say MORE KROLFRED HEADCANONS???? yes pls

fish-d:

KROLFRED ANON(s? are there two of you? how many people are into this ship?) i am blessed w/ ur presence this day

ok so minor disclaimer, 90% of my krolfred onions are gonna be ½ composed by @penhales (& occasionally @robot-sex-guy) b/c we’ve become some kind of three-headed discord-based krolfred monster. this ship is all-consuming, i live here now, i sold my goddamn soul the first time i watched vor dem schloß with kevin tarte and max niemeyer and now i spend my afternoons composing lists of gay vampire minutiae

(also all of these are like… alfred, one way or another, ends up back at the castle after sarah turns him. & my go-to first name for krolock is “johannes” bc i feel kind of weird abt referring to him w/ his surname all the time ?)

  • krolock was initially interested in alfred for a bunch of kind of superficial reasons – he’s cute, he’s innocent, he’s functionally unavailable (there was a kunze interview that i Cannot Find where i s2g he said that krolock has a thing for stealing lovers/prey from authority – a pastor’s daughter, napoleon’s page…) – but as they get to know each other, it’s alfred’s intellect that really grabs him. it’s not often johannes meets someone who can keep pace with him, but alfred has a doctorate in literature and speaks at least a couple different languages (german, romanian, probably latin and/or greek, i could go on). even before they’re an item they get drawn into these long-ass winding conversations that often last past the sunrise.

  • alfred l o v e s krolock’s hands like So Much. if given the slightest opportunity he’ll have johannes’s cold-ass bony fingers in his hands and he kisses his fingers a lot.

  • johannes is the type to shower alfred in gifts. its actually an issue when they first become a Permanent Thing bc alfred is some middle-class prussian nerd who just wants to read & snug his boyfriend but his ungodly wealthy boyfriend keeps buying him things !!! he accepts the new wardrobe (even if a lot of it is old-fashioned and out of date b/c both johannes and herbert Refuse to keep with the times) and all of the books but he learns to be quiet about expressing Casual Interest in material items. johannes WILL buy them and there’s nothing alfred can do about it
  • krolock appreciates alfred’s “süßen popo” just as much as herbert did, if not moreso. B)
  • alfred is the first one to say “i love you”. it’s during some quiet moment, in the early morning hours, when they’re curled up together and johannes has said something to make alfred laugh. it’s super awkward, bc johannes is still genuinely terrified of committing. no one but herbert has ever really stuck by him, and though alfred’s a vampire and he’ll probably be around forever, johannes still worries. alfred understands, but it still gnaws at him when johannes doesn’t reciprocate for weeks – until he does, one night, when they’re drifting off and he has his arms wrapped around Alfred in the coffin they share and his lips pressed into Alfred’s curls.
  • krolock is fiercely protective – not possessive, but still sometimes overbearing. he tries his best to keep alfred away from (and sometimes ignorant of) nasty internal vampire politics and would really rather he stay in the castle if johannes has to do anything diplomatic. it’s something they iron out, eventually – after a couple of pretty heavy arguments when alfred is Frustrated about it – but johannes still won’t spare ur ass if he thinks you’re going after his Man
  • they make each other laugh, a lot. alfred’s really the only person who can get, like, a true belly laugh out of johannes (usually bc he said something Unexpectedly Coy under his breath), and alfred is absolutely prone to full-on giggle fits around him. he’s really weak for those #dadjokes, y’all.
  • they do get married, eventually, probably sometime in the 20’s-30’s. its only legally binding as far as Vampire Law™

    goes (boy do i have some Opinions and Concepts abt greater vampire culture but thats for another time) and they don’t make a big thing of it. it’s just them, in some stripped-down hall in schloß von krolock, a handful of close friends/family in attendance. they almost-whisper their vows and johannes wears his wedding ring from Alfred along with the one from his late wife.

@calimera62

psst can u share some krolfred headcanons? i’m asking for a friend

OH my God. Hi.

I’m so happy that you came to me for this because Krolfred is basically consuming my every waking moment these days. I spend so much time dissecting lyrics, thinking, imagining, and (sometimes) writing about it, so I have Many Thoughts. Warning: most of my headcanons hinge on Alfred living at Schloss von Krolock post-change, for whatever reason, but that’s probably because my fic has them in one place post-Alfred’s change too. 

Here we go!

1. Krolock has had his eye on Alfred since the very beginning, when he strayed from Abronsius. Alfred’s actually his original target, and while he’s interested in Sarah as well, he’s interested in Alfred as a companion more than a snack.This also explains the featuring of the “he ho he” musical phrase in “Sie irren, Professor”. 

2. I’ve always considered Alfred to be in his mid-late twenties, as opposed to any closer in age to Sarah, simply because it makes the most sense for him to have completed his studies and be post-doc researching with Abronsius. Some portrayals obviously do their own thing with Alfred’s mental and/or emotional age, but he seems, to me, like an emotionally young 26-27 year old. 

3. Krolock himself is around, I’d wager, probably close to 300 years old, if not more, by the time the events of Tanz come around. I’d say he would have been a youth in the 1590s, and by the time of his change in 1617, somewhere around age 45 or so. 

4. Herbert is permanently annoyed by the entire thing. It’s nothing personal against Alfred, just the normal resentment that can happen towards someone who looks not far from your physical age and lives in your house…and is banging your dad. 

¯_(ツ)_/¯

5. Alfred’s nickname, in full, is “Doktor Süßemause”. Sometimes Krolock settles for “Mause” for brevity’s sake. Either one induces Herbert to gagging. 

6. Krolock and Alfred like to read together, sometimes just in companionable silence, and sometimes they read out loud to each other. 

7. Krolock eventually has to teach Alfred how to dance properly and Alfred never quite gets the hang of it, but Krolock is charmed by his attempts nonetheless. 

8. Alfred really, truly enjoys braiding Krolock’s hair and is astoundingly good at it after braiding his older sister’s hair for his entire childhood. 

9. By that same token, Krolock has a minor obsessive issue with Alfred’s yellow curly hair and often ends up touching it/playing with it without even realizing he’s doing it. 

10. Two words: Cape Cuddles. 

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Sleeping At Last covers As Long As You Love Me by Backstreet Boys as heard on Grey’s Anatomy episode Things We Lost in the Fire

I don’t care who you are
Where you’re from
What you did
As long as you love me

calimera62:

Okay so I’m so invested in Alfred and Krolock’s relationship I keep imagining possible scenes and encounters between them, like:

  • Alfred deciding to look after Sarah after her escape, and ending up being found by Krolock who then proceeded to tempt him and invite him to his castle
  • Alfred bumping into Krolock during the dance at the ball and Krolock deciding to dance with him and proceeding to taunt and/or tempt him
  • Alfred being found by Krolock at the beginning of the musical. Let’s imagine Alfred and Abronsius in a carriage, they’re attacked by wolves like in the movie, and Alfred tries to push them off, and he ends up being saved by Krolock, and being fascinated by his mysterious saviour.
  • Alfred deciding to confront Krolock, before the ball, and to make a deal with him for Sarah’s life
  • Krolock taking an interest in Alfred and Abronsius when they arrived to the village, deciding to spy on them and to invite Alfred to the ball as well, because he’s another innocent soul to corrupt and you know what they say, the more the merrier ~
  • Alfred getting lost on his first night in the castle and being found by Krolock
  • Krolock finding Alfred after the ball, as a newborn vampire
  • Krolock deciding to teach Alfred the ways of the vampire life
  • Krolock seducing Alfred more during Vor dem Schloss and/or Carpe Noctem
  • Krolock being the one to bite and change Alfred

They’re such an interesting pair and I think there’s a lot of possibilities! I may write some of them, because let’s face it: I’m so invested with them I’ll fill this tag by myself if I have to!!

I know my night is your noon,

But at least we get to share the same sky and dream under
the same blanket of breathtaking stars,
We get to breathe the same air,
We are even comprised of the same stardust,

Most importantly our souls are made up of the things that rattle the most fearless people,
That move writers, artists,
That shake entire universes,
That breathe life into everything they touch,
That love,
so deeply, so desperately, so profoundly,
That wrap themselves around each other,
In a mess of thoughts and ideas,
Completely enveloping each other in their infinite love.

Our bodies might be separated by this distance,
This distance that seems to span entire light years instead of oceans,

But my love,
Our souls have been intertwined from the beginning of time,

The stars told me they quietly watched our souls colliding like two meteorites,
An explosion of two very strong personalities,
We weren’t pastel pink and baby blue,
We were Jet black and the deepest shade of burgundy,
even before the earth was formed,
The time our galaxy was still fast asleep.

Our souls haven’t left each other a nano second since they collided.

Magic, stardust and hope holding them together,
Fate protecting us fiercely.

This is meant to be,
We are meant to be,
No distance can change that,
Because our souls recognized each other from two ends of the universe,

It took decades, centuries, eons for them to find each other,

We can’t just throw something like that away,

We can’t give up on us,
For the universe has conspired to bring us together long before me and you were born,
When the sun was still young,
The planets not even conceived yet,
The sun’s rays kissing every part of our galaxy, trying to create life in space.

You need to believe in me,
The sun, the stars,
the galaxies are proof that there is a certain kind of magic at play,
The same magic that bought us together,
In this place,
In this time,
In this very moment,

This very moment that fate thought would be perfect for us to collide the way we did,
Just like our souls collided eternities ago.

Everything is a sign screaming that your hand belongs in mine,
That every inch of you is something I want to see everyday I wake up,
Drenching me in liquid gold sunshine and a bucketful of twinkling stars.

Your soul makes my soul shake softly with laughter,
It makes my soul burn brighter than the light of a billion suns,
It lifts the heaviness, the inconsolable sadness that sits deep within me,
And sets it free.

My dear,
Distance is so minute compared to the enormity of the feelings I have for you.

-distance cannot separate souls, then what happened to us?

thewriterthatnobodynoticed (via wnq-writers)