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hiiii can you write something kinda cute n fluffy...maybe christmas/winter themed...pleeaassee
╰┈➤ Josef Mengele x gn reader // fluff, drabble
(sort of implied childhood friends to lovers, the two of you are sitting at the piano, you also kiss him)
Hallo anon! i hope you enjoy this little drabble i threw together! Christmas themed as requested, mengele spends a romantic Christmas eve with you!
The fireplace crackled as the warm room washed with a temporary silence; it was more than comfortable, the cold winds and snow outside, and the lovely warm glow of the harth, and of course, your company, your dear companion Josef. He had asked to join you only a few hours before, having surprised you with his appearance back here in Günzburg, Just in time for christmas eve.
Josef sat by your side, the two of you close to one another on the piano bench. He smiled softly at you, tilting his head sweetly as he grazed his fingers over the ivory keys “you didn't think i was going to leave you all alone this year, did you?” he mused, looking back to the piano.
You paused, attempting to ignore the way your heart fluttered at just a glance of that gap toothed smile “mh, i'll be honest doctor, i thought you might have been to busy this year to come all the way back to bavaria, especially if it was just for me-” you said with a half hearted laugh, your voice a little quiet to accommodate the warm and mellow atmosphere
“Ah, foolish Mäuschen, you realize i would do much more than just this for you-” he said with a soft laugh of his own, and a small shake of his head “oh and, no need to call me doctor, josef suits me just fine-” he said as he glanced back over to you, givinging you a small wink before pressing the piano petal, starting to play the first couple notes of adolf von henselt’s ‘petite romance’. You of course blush, averting your gaze from Josef's kind face as your cheeks grew warmer “your far too kind, Josef” you whisper, pausing before speaking his name.
He chuckled, exhaling through his nose as he continued to play “you underestimate my care for you, Meine Liebe, do you even know how often I dream of you?” he shut his eyes as he played, practiced hands dancing over the keys with a particularly artful muscle memory and skill “if i hadn't come here to spend what little winter i could, i'd be betraying my heart!” he said oh so sweetly, leaning against you slightly smiling as warmly as the fire you sat near.
“Josef… how romantic you are, far too charming for the likes of me” you bantered, leaning against him in turn, the warmth of his body against yours making your heart melt. “Nonsense, you deserve only the sweetest-” he echoed in reply, the song he played coming to a close. The two of you were silent as he finished the composition, opening his eyes with a sigh before turning his head to you “may i ask you for something” he said as on of his hands withdrew from the keys, instead now resting on the bench, near your leg
Your heart skips a beat, first a sweet reuniting, then a heartfelt composition after an afternoon of chatter and sweetness, what could he possibly ask for now? You blushed, as he looked at you with that sweet smile, whatever he wanted, it was sure to be quite the blessing “you can ask me anything..” you breathed, a little timid, giddy even
“Forgive me… for being too forward perhaps, but if you could humor me this christmas eve, could i have a kiss?” he proposed, his hand slowly drifting to your leg, giving it a squeeze “it would make my year-” he added softly, that charming glint in his eye drawing you in. you were stunned, but you knew this was coming, the both of you would be lying if you said you didn't share feelings for one another, so you nodded “yes, of course” you whispered as his other hand made its way to your cheek. Smiling, he leaned in closer, chuckling under his breath before letting his lips graze yours, only to press further after you let your arms wrap around his shoulders.
His lips were warm, and as you shared this kiss you couldn't help but smile against him, and he did just the same, happily pulling you closer as you shared this sweet moment with him.
#fun fact josef could play piano and had a very open love for music! threw that in there cuz that just FEELS romantic yk??#he was also described as charming and funny as well a sociable so i leaned into that a bit#over all i feel like he would be a very charming and tender lover#maybe even a bit sensitive#josef mengele#uncle mengele#3rd reich#reichblr#josef mengele x reader#reichblur x reader
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Satan's Underground, written by Laurel Rose Willson, was another influential book on the Satanic Panic. According to the Cornerstone Magazine article, the book was instrumental in convincing a number of people that they'd experienced satanic ritual abuse, or SRA.
One little problem with this book, though: it's all baloney.
Cornerstone Magazine investigated her claims, and discovered that - just like Mike Warnke before her - it was all a bunch of crap. Willson had been a troubled young woman with a habit of making things up, and when the Satanic Panic arose, she got aboard with a story of her own.
When Willson was exposed as a fraud, and she didn't have the decency to apologize for lying or even just fade into the background. Oh, no. She reinvented herself as a Jewish Holocaust survivor, and claimed that she'd been personally experimented on by Doctor Josef Mengele. The self-harm scars that she'd initially blamed on the alleged Satanic cult, she now claimed were inflicted by the Nazi scientist. In her SRA survivor days she claimed that Satanists had forced her to have children for infant sacrifices; in her Jewish Holocaust survivor days she claimed that Mengele had sterilized her.
In short, this woman was an absolute ghoul who would exploit any tragedy, real or imagined, for personal gain. Keep this in mind going forward.
Her book, Satan's Underground, begins with a foreword by Johanna Michaelson, basically challenging people to believe her claims and kinda... insinuates that they're weenies if they don't. Also, if you don't believe what this book says, you're letting the Satanists win! The foreword basically offers up apologetics for allegations made in the McMartin preschool case. Investigators couldn't find the bodies of the sacrificed animals? Oh well that's because the cultists dug them up later. (Never mind that there would still be disturbed soil.) There wasn't time to fly the children from X location to Y location? That's because they were really flown somewhere much closer. No tunnels could be found? That's because the "tunnels" were obviously some sort of guided imagery.
For anyone who's never looked into the McMartin preschool case, the whole thing was an entire clusterfuck of mismanagement. Children were asked leading questions by adults, effectively coaching them in what to say. Children were also rewarded for giving the kind of answers interviewers wanted to hear. One former student, Kyle Zirpolo, came out and admitted that he'd started telling adults whatever he thought they wanted to hear out of a combination of wanting to fit in with the other kids and wanting adult approval. Zirpolo noted that when his made-up stories didn't match reality, the adults would simply rationalize it away.
Ultimately, there was no evidence that the McMartin daycare was any sort of front any sort of abusive activities, and trying to rationalize the the nonsensical, unsubstantiated claims into something readers might find more plausible is ghoulish. This story needs the McMartin preschool case to be justified in order to sustain its narrative.
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