#look i love how they had laszlo being his usual self with everyone in the house

[ohrackham]

I just had the strangest dream. You were there, Laszlo. But we didn't know each other.

Nadja and Laszlo in What We Do in the Shadows: Sleep Hypnosis

[scuttle-buttle]

Chapter 11

WC: 2077

Rated: E

Chapter Tags: full on angst, discussions of emotional trauma, mild depictions of blood/gore, mentions of self h*rm & su*cide, mentions of child abuse, discussions of physical disabilities, institutionalization, some dialogue & plot canon to TV show, hurt/comfort

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The rest of the conference went by much like the first day did. Both you and Laszlo bought a few books for your collections. An ease had settled over your conversations with the help of Sara and John's presence; you spoke more freely with each other. You tell yourself it is not because he's going soft on you or vice versa, but rather that you have found yourself in this imaginary bubble where you happen to get on well. It's inevitable that it will pop once you’re back at school and Laszlo will revert back to his usual callous state.

Laszlo. It still felt odd to think of him like that, rather than by his title. You couldn't lie, it gave you a sort of thrill. Even in your dreams you had only called him by his honorific. Thankfully you didn't have another dream after Friday. You couldn't escape the feeling that you'd said something incriminating in front of the man in question. So you chose to pretend it didn't happen.

Monday morning came and you headed to the train station. Once again he had secured a private cabin for the journey. This time you came prepared with a book since you had yet to replace your broken phone.

"Thank you again for inviting me to this, I really enjoyed myself. It was really nice of the department to foot my travel expenses, the hotel was really fancy. I may have helped myself to a mini-bottle or two," you joked.

"There is no need to worry about the department's finances; they were not involved."

You pause. He paid for you? Laszlo did say he would take care of the arrangements; but the four-star hotel, the private compartment train tickets, the admission to the conference, and every meal? Shit, that must have been a fortune, hundreds of dollars at least.

You don't know what to say, so you settle for an awkward "oh." A moment passes before you add "I appreciate that, um, I can pay you back. Might take some time but I can."

The professor is flippant in his reply. "There is no need, it was well spent for the research and knowledge acquired." He opens his book signaling the conversation is over.

You lick your lips. Fine then, I'll just consider it payment for emotional suffering and damages of the last eight weeks.

The first few hours of the journey were spent reading one of the new books you picked up at the convention. Occasionally you would peek over the pages at the professor. He was engrossed in his own selection; sometimes he would pause to write down a thought.

Around the seventh hour of your journey you had given up on reading anymore in favor of looking at the fields outside. The silence was comforting.

Laszlo had trouble concentrating on the book in his hand. He saw you as a conundrum. One minute you could be sociable and teasing with your comments, then next you were biting at his throat with your quick wit and fierce ideals. He decides that he wants to know what made you into who you are today. Now is as good a time as any.

His eyes on you cause a tingle up your spine but you ignore it. Laszlo breaks the silence; "may I ask a personal question?"

"You just did," you answer, still peering out of the large window. He huffed once, amused. At his following silence you face him. You raise your eyebrows to signal him to go on with his question. Curiosity grows at the thought of what he intends to ask.

"Twice now you have made implications of a traumatic past," he begins.

Bubble popped.

Interrupting, you snark "is this the part where you psychoanalyze me, doc? Because trust me, I've been through enough of that." You pick at the lint on your jeans.

Laszlo tries to choose his words more carefully the next time he speaks. "What I mean to say is, the first afternoon in the classroom where you defended that student you implied you had been witness to a trauma. You then displayed signs of anger and embarrassment before leaving prematurely. Yesterday you mentioned having entered a psychiatric facility. As an alienist I can't help but find myself curious about your experiences."

You slide your eyes to meet his from across the cabin. Your face is devoid of any emotion. "We all have our demons. Even you can't argue with that."

Your jaw clenches. Everyone had warned you. They all said he would try to worm his way into your head to figure you out. All the reviews, the gossip, everything. It was a big fat 'I told you so'. You give a pitiful laugh at the situation. "You know, everyone told me that you would pull this stunt."

He seems confused by your statement. "And what is that?"

"That you'd get inside my head and try to figure me all out or whatever. You already know I googled you beforehand, what everyone says about your methods. By now I assume you've done a little research yourself. I promise you there is nothing exciting here," you scoff and point to yourself.

"You would be correct in your assumption." You chew at your cheek as he starts. "I do know some of what happened in your past. Yet I also know that society likes to dilute the truth into something either more palatable, more entertaining, for people to consume greedily. What I want to know is what you have faced. How you have not allowed the experience to overcome you so much so that your humanity is erased like the characters I lecture on."

Eyes closing of their own volition you are thrown back in time to that night so many years ago. You didn't talk about it anymore. Bitsy knew of course, but that was the extent.

Laszlo waits. He knows this is likely to push you over the edge if your history with him means anything. Quite frankly, anyone would be tossed to their limit at his interrogation had they gone through what you had. John always told him that he needed to work on his bedside manner; that he had a habit of coming on too strong in his pursuit of learning the intricacies of the human mind. But your earlier comment about being sent to a so-called 'nuthouse' rubbed him the wrong way. It left a bad taste in his mouth. He needed to know. He needed to understand.

Laszlo can imagine the reprimand that he would receive from John and Sara for this. Just as he considers apologizing for his intrusion you open your eyes.

"She was fine. None of us suspected anything was wrong. I came home from having dinner with some… boy, and she had locked herself in the bathroom. She- she must have started over the sink and moved to sit on the side of the tub. She was hunched inside it when I got the door open. I pulled her out. Blood was… everywhere." Your voice is clinical as you explain.

"After, I shut down. So I checked myself into a psych ward a few days later when I couldn't get the feel of her blood off my hands. It's slippery, you know. And it smells. You wouldn't think so but it does." You clear your throat. "I did the therapy, took the meds they prescribed, all the standard treatments. Later I started watching true crime documentaries. I'd heard about exposure therapy so I figured the more I saw the gore, the less the image of my dead roommate would bother me. And it did help. The nightmares stopped after a while, I came back to school. I was better, just not the same.” You had watched the passing landscape as you explained. Turning to face him you speak again. “That's why those pictures didn't bother me. They weren't anything I hadn't seen before."

He contemplates you. The discovery and subsequent loss of your friend in this manner would no doubt cause lingering effects to your psyche. A stain that would forever remind you. "I offer my sincerest condolences. I do not presume to know what that would be like to experience, but I am glad you sought help afterwards. To make the choice to alleviate yourself of your own suffering where possible.”

As he says this he realizes that your anger towards the idea of being enslaved to unconscious impulse makes perfect sense. It explains why you focused so much energy on defending your belief in free will. That you have the power to choose how you carry your joy, your anger, your healing. It reminds him of how he held onto his own guilt and hurt, ignoring how it festered within him for so long. He feels as though he needs to share a piece of himself with you.

“I played piano as a child, quite well too. My mother hoped I would someday make a career of it. I vividly remember playing Mozart’s Concerto for Piano No. 20 in D Minor at a holiday party when I was seven years old. It was my favorite to play.... It requires two hands." You finally look at him. "My father...” He pauses to gather himself.

Now it is the doctor that cannot meet your eyes. As you listen you feel your confusion grow. How could he have been a talented pianist if he only had full use of his left hand? Unless..., the realization dawns on you just as he continues, his words slow.

“My father had two sides. One loving and the other brutal, the two often coexisting. It was something as trivial as putting me to bed, I recall... A game of tug of war. We were laughing…” He inhales a sharp breath. Already you can feel the tears begin to blur your vision. “I don't remember if he was drunk or if I said something that offended him. He must have pulled my arm behind my back.” Laszlo exhales shakily. “In small children, fractures can often affect…” he trails off, unable to finish. You can hear how he barely holds himself together.

Your heart aches for the broken man that sits in front of you. He never let on how much his arm bothered him, at least not within your presence. Suddenly you don’t see him as this rude, insufferable, obsessive man, but instead as someone that spends his life trying to protect himself. He projects his own anger and hurt so that he may, just for a minute, forget about his own demons. He wants to help others even when he feels he cannot bear to help himself.

But unlike you, he has to live with the physical reminder of his past every day of his life.

You stand and move to sit on his right side. Before allowing yourself to think too much of your actions, you place your hand atop his own, curling your fingers around his palm and squeezing delicately. You don’t bother wiping away the tears on your cheeks. “I’m so sorry, Laszlo;” the whisper is barely heard above the sound of the train. A second passes where you fear you have overstepped and offended him by touching the affected limb. When his thumb tightens against the backs of your fingers you know he is not. He holds you in place.

“You asked me how I kept my humanity. How does anyone really? We learn to take what we get and we carry it in a bag. Sometimes you have to drag the damn thing behind you. But eventually the weight gets less and less if you allow yourself to move forward, even if it’s still there with you all the time. I dealt with what happened years ago and it does still haunt me. It’s easier now than it was, but… I- I suppose I’ve learned from you too. Sitting in those lectures and hearing you talk. We can either let it haunt us for the rest of our lives… or we can accept it… and use the memory of our pain to help ourselves and others.”

“I’m not sure the choice is entirely in our hands.” His tone is mournful.

You turn to smile at him through your tears. His own eyes are bloodshot. “I disagree. If it weren’t, if we didn’t have the freedom to choose that, we’d all be murderers.”

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[sub-danny]

how do you think the boys would react to their s/o insisting they take care of obly them and don't get to cum themselves? like full on body-worship and caring for these cute subs. thank you so much, your blog gives me life

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Zemo:

Zemo is so used to giving to people, not just in sexual ways but in anyways, like how he is always making food for Sam and Bucky. He has the money so he is always spending things on people so for once being given all the love and worship and you not getting to cum just because you want to satisfy him, god he would go googy eyes. He can hardly believe it. Maybe he will even cry because he never thought he would be treated so kindly, especially after he became a criminal. Later on, he definitely tries to make it up to you.

Laszlo:

He might at first feel uncomfortable because he wants you to feel good as well and cum, plus he has so much self-doubt about himself and his appearance that he might not fully believe you when you are kissing him all over and telling him how beautiful he is. He finds it a bit awkward with all the attention on him and wanting to make him feel good. Eventually, though he starts to relax and enjoy himself as you give him everything and after he is like glowing.

Andrea:

Oh, he is living for it. He loves all the attention and body worship. He can be quite cheeky at times and this is one of those times where he might get a bit smug or cocky as he basks in all the attention you are giving him. Inside though it makes him so happy and he will give you those uwu eyes as you tell him how much you love and adore him. He just completely simmers and he loves it.

Niki:

it takes this by surprise as usually the two of you take things a bit rougher and with degradation as he is a brat and usually you are having to teach him a lesson. He probably thinks at first there is like a catch and when he lets his guard down you might spank him from when he spoke back to earlier. But when he finally realises that this isn't a trick he slowly starts to relax. He finds it weird but he certainly does appreciate it, especially if it is after his accident as he feels more self conscious about his looks.

Ernst:

Ernst is another one of the Danny bunch who would feel really self-conscious about his appearance (and it doesn't help when Volkov teases him about it) so for you to be like full-on body worshipping him and giving him your all. He can hardly believe it. He definitely sees it as one of his happiest memories and is thinking about it for a long time after. He loves the attention and tenderness you always give him and definitely will try to repay you for it.

Alex:

God, he feels bad because he wants to do the exact same for you. He sees sex as an exchange, you are both giving to each other and so if you start to like give him your whole, loving and caring for him so much and just making him accept it, he might make him worse because he needs to do the same for you! In order for him to enjoy it and let you care for him, you have to let him do the same thing.

Sebastian:

Like Andrea he can be quite cocky and cheeky and so would love it and tell you to carry on and how you should do this more often (joking of course, unless 👀) nevertheless he does really appreciate it especially on the days when he is feeling worse about himself and his life, knowing he had you and that you are there to support him through everything makes him feel so much better.

David:

The poor boy who worries so much, needs, someone, to calm him down and shower him in love to treat him and make him feel better! This would be often an occurrence for the two of you because he really needs it tbh. He gets so caught up in all of his problems and it really stresses him out. Feeling you all over him, kissing him, whispering words of praise though, god that is what makes him feel so much better and to forget all his worries. He almost becomes addicted to your kindness because of how good it makes him feel.

Tony:

Oh, he loves it. He doesn't get enough appreciation at work for everything he does for everyone, so to come home to you and to be appreciated by you and showed in kindness makes him so happy he feels like he might melt. Sometimes all you might do is hug him and then he is hugging you back tightly because before you he was so touched starved and lonely. He loves feeling you all over him and feeling you essentially worship him.

Alex Garel:

Like with Alex he wants it to be almost like a give and take situation. You might shower him in love today but the next day he is doing the same back to you because he wants you to feel all the love you made him feel. Still, when it is your turn to pleasure him he loves to lie back and let you make him feel good, he will moan a bit, tell you how much he loves you as you compliment every little thing about him, I even see him nuzzling his head into your shoulder because he wants to be so close to you, to feel your warmth.