#dark!laszlo kreizler

[noforkingclue]

If you’re still taking requests can you please do a dark one for Laszlo. Where he’s jealous of yours and Sarah’s friendship, he feels as though she’s distracting you from him, and gives you an ultimatum, you quit being friends with her or keep being friends and he destroys her career.

REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY CLOSED

Ahh yes, I do love writing for Laszlo. Hope you enjoy the fic!

Title: Forced to Agree

Warnings: dark fic

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @imjustassaneasyou, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

It’s funny.

You could spend half a lifetime thinking that you know someone and then they always manage to somehow surprise you.

You gave Laszlo a shocked look as he continued writing his paperwork, not looking up at you after him gave you his ultimatum.

“You mean that,” you said, “You are serious.”

“Hmm.”

Was all the acknowledgement Laszlo gave you. You stood up and turned your back on his as you ran your hand over your face. You closed your eyes and you thought about what he said. Stop being friends with Sara. The person who gave you your job, who had faith in you when no one else did and who even ended up introducing you and Laszlo. You heard him sigh and put down his pen.

“You must understand that this is for the best.”

“You’re asking me to choose between my friend and you.”

“Your employer and the man you love.”

“The man I thought I knew.”

“I haven’t changed.”

“So is this the real you?”

Laszlo’s silence told you everything. You shook your head as you turned on your heel and marched towards the door. Before you could get there Laszlo reached out and grabbed you. He pulled you towards him and gave you a hard stare.

“You didn’t give me your answer.” He said

You flinched. You had never heard Laszlo speak like that before, at least, not to you. Laszlo’s face fell briefly before quickly regaining its hard composure. He raised his good hand an gently cupped your face.

“Being seen with a woman like Miss Howard will not do you any good.”

“What are you implying?”

Laszlo didn’t answer you but gave you one of his unsettling smiles. You shifted uneasily as Laszlo guided you back towards his desk. He pushed you to sit down in his chair and knelt down in front of you. He took your hands and gave them a harsh squeeze.

“Miss Howard’s business,” he said, “Is still new.”

“We’re doing very well.”

“I’m sure she is. It can be so difficult for a woman to find their way in a world that is so against them.”

He pressed a kiss against your knuckles, never breaking eye contact.

“It would be such a shame if something were to happen to such a ground breaking achievement.”

“You wouldn’t!” you said, as horrified realisation dawned

“Wouldn’t do what, exactly?”

“Destroy everything that we- she has worked for.”

“That all depends on you,” Laszlo rubbed circles on your knuckles, “Miss Howard’s future depends on how you will behave. If you will… consider what I said earlier.”

Laszlo’s smile widened at you distraught expression. He knew he had won just from the look on your face.

“I’m glad you accepted,” he said, “It would be such a shame if anything had had to happen to Miss Howard. I’m sure you agree?”

#fanfiction #The Alienist #reader insert #request #Laszlo Kreizler #laszlo kreizler x reader #dark!laszlo kreizler #dark!laszlo x reader #dark

[supercalifragipopculturevomit]

THE ALIENIST: Angel of Darkness (2020) Daniel Brühl as Dr. Laszlo Kreizler Behind-the-scenes stills from the second season.

#daniel brühl #laszlo kreizler #the alienist #dakota fanning #sarah howard #luke evans #john moore #angel of darkness #caleb carr #dr laszlo kreizler #behind the scenes #tv stills #tv show

[deepdwellingsteamboat]

DANIEL BRÜHL as Laszlo Kreizler THE ALIENIST (2018 – 2020)

S1: E7 | Many Sainted Men

#daniel brühl #the alienist #laszlo kreizler #d:edits #d:dbcu #sorry i moved on to the next episode so quickly #i had to for my own sanity #episode six is my mortal enemy #i want to stab it in a dark alley #preferably one as dark as episode six itself

[jomarch-wannabe]

A compilation of Daniel Brühl in fur coats

#daniel bruhl #Daniel brühl #laszlo kreizler #the alienist #horstmayer #joyeux noel #the falcon and the winter soldier #Helmut Zemo #I’m salivating #he’s so fineeeeee #help me #there’s nothing like a dark haired dark eyed man #I’m in love

[moodysullie]

When I say I want something "for science" this is exactly how I'd like it to be.

#they just have some drinks and discuss academically #so why did this scene live in my head and my mind rent free until now #laszlo kreizler #karen stratton #daniel brühl #lara pulver #the alienist #angel of darkness #laszlo kreizler gif #daniel brühl gif #danielbrühledit #thealienistedit #my gifs

[kreizler-pupil]

Hello!

I made this account to rant about The Alienist. I watched the first season of the show and HAD to get my hands on the book. And now I am SO so obssesed with it.

The Alienist is one of the best books I've read in my life, and I already have The Angel of Darkness, which I'll start reading tomorrow, hopefully.

After finishing the second book, I'll watch the second season of the show, and you BET I'm going to rant SO DAMN MUCH; Similarities and differences between the book and the show, why I prefer the book, what I think of EVERY SINGLE CHARACTER, why I love the story so much, what I like, what I don't like... I'll talk about anything I can (let's ignore the fact that I do not have friends to talk about this lmao).

I'm also planning on doing fanfics and similar stuff, but... We'll see. If you love The Alienist, or would like to talk about it, I'm here (?).

#the alienist #daniel bruhl #laszlo kreizler #daniel brühl #the angel of darkness #fandom #john schuyler moore #john moore #sara howard #lucius isaacson #marcus isaacson #cyrus montrose #stevie taggert #mary palmer #caleb carr #the alienist book #the angel of darkness book #thornekreizler

[f1yogurt]

going to rewatch a few Alienist episodes tonight because it's my comfort show not because I want to see Laszlo blush when he talks to the d.ominatrix about 'predilections'

#it's a rough show to be comforting but it's halloweekend so #vibing with dark things i guess #the alienist #laszlo kreizler #laszlo being a flustered cutie is always a plus #sorry not sorry for this

[frmulcahy]

Book!Laszlo Kriezler from The Alienist looks like Archibald Craven from the 1993 Secret Garden by the way

#IF YOU EVEN CARE #don’t boo me i’m right #he’s a goth king with long dark hair #the alienist #laszlo kreizler #caleb carr #I just love the books so much they’re so different from the show #like the first book and season are pretty similar #but it’s the little things #and there’s no stupid romantic/sexual tension between Sarah and the two leading men #book!Sarah gives Mean LesbianTM energy #its waaayy more Found Family dynamic too #I will say though I appreciate that they acknowledge and try to mend the power dynamic of Laszlo and Cyrus #but then they have him allow dog fighting in his bar??? He Would Not Fucking Do That #I can’t remember if it was dogs or roosters but either way

[adriennofthevalley]

“I'm as enamored of nature as the next man, Moore.”

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PD. Posting this at the end of spring for reasons. 💐

#laszlo kreizler #the alienist #book!laszlo kreizler #caleb carr #fan art #book fan art #the angel of darkness

[a-pessimist-hopefull-dreamer]

what the hell was the second season of the alienist?

first of all this killed marcus? MARCUS? MY FAVORITE CHARACTER? why?

and lucius was left fucking alone? no. just no. they were so precious. just DON'T TOUCH THE SIBLINGS, anyone but them.

I'm in tears.

also John and Sara? why this ending? violet could have had a great character development but no let's solve this triangle (there was no triangle to being with tbh) in an absurd way.

Laszlo is happy. I'm happy. even though I would have liked to see him more during the season. but I really loved that he finally acknowledged that he needs to think about himself and his happiness too.

how the actual plot ended was actually pretty great so I'm not gonna complain.

#the alienist #angel of darkness #laszlo kreizler #john moore #sara howard #why the fuck #i'm devastated #and there is no third season? #Marcus isaacson #lucius isacsoon

[supercalifragipopculturevomit]

THE ALIENIST: Angel of Darkness (2020) Daniel Brühl as Dr. Laszlo Kreizler More behind-the-scenes stills from the second season.

#daniel brühl #laszlo kreizler #the alienist #dakota fanning #sarah howard #luke evans #john moore #the angel of darkness #caleb carr #dr laszlo kreizler #behind the scenes #tv stills

[daniel-bruhls]

Laszlo Kreizler in The Angel of Darkness for @dreamyarchangel

#request #dreamyarchangel #the alienist #laszlo kreizler #daniel brühl #daniel bruhl #my content #the alienist gifs

[jomarch-wannabe]

Daydreaming

Laszlo Kreizler x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut 🔞 (fingering, multiple orgasms, p in v sex, him speaking absolute filth in German, basically the inner workings of my sex deprived mind)

Warm amber light filled the cabin of the train as you and Laszlo journeyed home. A novel sat in your lap, capturing your attention for most of the ride. After a little while though, boredom got the better of you, and you flicked your eyes up to Laszlo sitting across from you. He was lost in thought, watching the passing scenery out the window. A rhythmic thumping commenced in your chest as you watched him, mesmerized by the habitual stroking of his fingers tugging at his dense facial hair.

The book on your lap shuffled slightly as your thighs shifted together. You swallowed, trying to peel your gaze from him, but they were stuck. Glued to him by a thick, sticky, invisible substance: lust.

Heat rushed to your face as your mind unwillingly became flooded with obscene thoughts. You bit your lip subconsciously as you imagined his large fingers pushing into your mouth. Spreading over your tongue and sucking on them, as you looked up into his commanding dark eyes. Coaxing deep groans from him, as he would become aroused, growing hard from the slippery suctioning of your mouth, imagining how they would feel sucking on his cock.

God you wanted that too. The heavy weight of his cock in your mouth, stealing your breath as you pulled deep groans from his chest, praising you in his German tongue. To be his good little schatz.

You'd free his fingers with a pop and he'd eagerly lift up your skirt, pulling you onto his lap with ease as he held open your legs with one hand, taking the fingers you just lubricated with your saliva and pushing them inside of you.

Curling and thrusting over and over again, hitting your sensitive spot, each time sending jolts of pleasure down your legs, until it's too much, and your head is spinning and you're holding onto his wrist, beads of sweat rolling down your flushed face.

"Laszlo.. Laszlo.." a choked whimper would come out in prayer like muttering, thanking him. Leaving red nail marks on the tops of his hands as you clawed at his shifting knuckles, reaching your climax.

"Be a good girl for me liebling. Come for me, go on schatz, come for me." He would mutter against your ear, making you shiver with his coarse facial hair.

His deep baritone would be your undoing, making you convulse suddenly in ecstasy, hips rutting against his hand as your eyes fall closed. The firm tip of his nose brushing against your neck, ticking your skin as he muttered breathless praises.

The weight of his large hands would come suddenly over your waist, manhandling you so you were facing him. It would be his turn. You'd hold onto the fur lapels of his coat, panting as you're just coming down from your high.

You'd be given barely any time to protest before he'd force you onto his thick cock, pinning your arms behind your back with his strong masculine grip. A helpless choked whimper would flee your throat at the feeling. Squirming uselessly as he fucks you hard and fast, smacking his thighs against yours, over and over and over, hitting that spot so deep. God it would feel so good, so full, so stretched out.

A unison panting would saturate the air as your bodies collide, chasing your highs. In exhaustion your head would dip forward, resting lazily against his forehead as your body was helplessly used.

"You feel so fucking good schatz. So fucking tight. Mein Gott." His Adam's Apple would bob with his moans, uttering German praises.

"F-fuck." a pathetic whimper would flee your trembling lips, numb with pleasure as his cock pounds ruthlessly in and out of you.

"Are you close schatz?" His voice would vibrate against your skin as he speaks against your chest, peppering sloppy kisses along your collarbones.

"Y-yes, Laszlo please." You'd squeak, groaning slightly from the burning ache in your arms pulled behind you.

The desperation in your squirming would only serve to spur him on. In a deep, frantic pace he would command you once more, "Come for me schatz, come on my cock. Let go, that's it, come on my cock."

His words would be your undoing. With a high pitched moan you would shake violently against him, rutting your hips as your second orgasm hit you, even more intense than the last. He would follow you, groaning loudly as his grip tightened, leaving red marks on your wrists as he injected you with his warm release.

You’d pull away slightly in overstimulation, making a mess on top of his thighs. He would release your arms, capturing your face with his hands and pulling you into a hungry, open mouthed kiss. A primal growl would flee his lips, satisfied at his claiming of you.

A string of saliva would connect your lips as he would pull back, "So fucking perfect, my little Engel." His lips would brush against yours, making you shudder with his intense brown eyed gaze.

"Y/n?" The deep sound of Laszlo’s voice abruptly awoke you from your sensual daydream. “What's the matter darling?" He asked curiously, eyeing you with his deep-set observant eyes. “You look to be in some sort of trance.”

"N-nothing.” A violent blush rose to your cheeks as you looked down at your lap. The pages of your book were crinkled from your grasp. You gasped softly, moving it aside to find a dark spot marking the red velvet cushion between your thighs.

A heavy inhale filled your chest as you looked up, surprised to see Laszlo smirking with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

“Is there something I can help you with schatz?”

#daniel brühl #laszlo kreizler #the alienist #laszlo kreizler smut #laszlo kreizler fanfiction #laszlo kriezler x reader #Daniel brühl smut

[moodysullie]

The Alienist

Season 2 Episode 3: Labyrinth

Dir. Claire Kilner

Dr. Laszlo Kreizler (played by Daniel Brühl)

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────── *▪︎° ❀ °▪︎* ──────

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A.k.a the one who's responsible for pushing me into this (DB) fandom.

The ability to turn this blog, which's supposed to be about every actor that I like, into a space where I bare my soul, display all my love (almost) only to this Spanish-German actor/filmmaker.

I mean ... wouldn't you fall for the man if he showed up in front of your place, with a carriage, doing this?

#i have a thing for an intellegent but broken man #who has some darkness inside him #and something about psychology #yes that's how I started watching the alienist s1 in the first place #the 2nd project that made me know him #the 1st is zemo ofc #and now #no one can stop me #laszlo kreizler #laszlo kreizler gif #the alienist #thealienistedit #daniel brühl #daniel brühl gif #danielbrühledit #my gifs

[kreizler-pupil]

OKAY I AM SO HAPPY

I started reading The Angel of Darkness yesterday and IT HAS A MAP (that would have been so useful in the first book). Problem is that it's almost impossible to read, so I looked it up on Google.

AND I FOUND A WEBSITE DEDICATED TO "THE ALIENIST". It has tons of stuff I can't stop going over; News on Caleb Carr, analysis, sumaries, information, EVEN MAPS with the locations of the places mentioned in the books.

It's not official but it's SO GOOD. And here it is!

Actual footage of me after spending an hour on reading everything in there:

(Only thing: I'm having problems subscribing to it, but still can check it though)

#the alienist #laszlo kreizler #john moore #john schuyler moore #the angel of darkness #the angel of darkness book #the alienist book #books #website #sara howard #stevie taggert #cyrus montrose #mary palmer #lucius isaacson #marcus isaacson #caleb carr

[profeyandere]

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐙𝐋𝐎 𝐊. ─── ☾ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃

Masterlist || Daniel Brühl Masterlist || Wattpad

Word Count: 2k

Pairing: Laszlo Kreizler x Fem!Reader

Warning: Angst, panic attack, murders

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D

That little building in New York no longer felt like the warm, sweet home he loved so much. Now, everything around him had been covered in a dark thick icy mist that had appeared once he had made sure that you were gone. He didn't expect to be able to blame you for it, either.

Laszlo, no matter how hard he tried to search his innermost thoughts, could not remember having felt such sharp and persistent pain in his life until he finally found the courage to return home and face the situation in which he had found himself. He had become immersed because he was unable to keep his mouth shut and the comments at bay, finding that tragic December night a home that was no longer what he had left that same morning. In the depths of his heart he hoped to see you in the living room, sitting in his armchair or on the soft sofa that characterized the room, with one of his many blankets in your lap while you tried to calm your usual nerves about meeting him again or doing one of the many activities you planned for the afternoons, perhaps reading one of the various astronomy books in which you had shown special interest in recent months with a cup of chamomile to soothe your headaches or trying to finish knitting the dark wool gloves for him with the excuse that even if you didn't like that activity, you wanted him to stay warm enough during the harsh winter that was lashing New York while investigating the latest case he had been involved in, even if he knew that your disgust for the last mentioned activity was a little lie that you had developed over the years and that he had discovered by having seen you smile on more than one occasion while you practiced with Mary a new type of stitch; you always showed a particular distaste for activities that were characteristic of women, but he had learned to observe that you were actually quite content with them and that you could come to appreciate them even if you claimed otherwise.

But now that he had returned home, he felt an emptiness in him, not hearing your playful laugh resonate because of some joke that Stevie had told you, nor could he distinguish your quick and agile steps becoming louder and closer that indicated that you had heard him home, much less was he able to feel the warmth that enveloped his home when you were in it. He noticed the lack of your presence, and it was not necessary to be very intelligent or have a university degree to make sure of it because he only had to analyze himself to realize it; Anguish had been the feeling that had taken over his body, then eliminating the anger that had been controlling him for much of the day.

Laszlo hadn't wanted you to get involved in the case of the missing children, the same ones that days later turned up murdered wherever the maniac who ended their lives wanted to show them. He assumed from the beginning that the scenarios in which he would be involved would be dangerous, after all, they were looking for a murderer, and he knew that the places they would visit would be quite unpleasant judging by what John Moore, his dear friend, had previously described. He just wanted to keep you safe, in the comfort of his home, while he and the small team he had assembled took it upon themselves to put an end to the wave of murders that was causing so much fear in the inhabitants of the splendid American city.

All he did was try to keep you away from the monsters beyond the gates of his home, but he didn't make sure that the most horrible being you had at your side. You had him, and he wasn't able to protect you then.

Tension, nerves, and anxiety had taken over his body, being felt that he was unable to control for not finding a solution to the case on which he was working so hard. He felt devastated for not finding a solution to such a problem, being forced to constantly search and review the same psychology books that he had read so many times and that, on this occasion, were not providing him with the required help. Barely a few days had passed since the death of the first young people belonging to rather unfortunate families was announced, but the desire to end it became more palpable as the hours passed; The only thing the doctor wanted was to end the case with a happy ending, return home as he usually did and hug you, thus eliminating the intrusive thoughts that crowded his mind and that prevented him on many occasions from resting as it should. You, being aware of the latter, had decided to visit Laszlo at his usual place of work to check his state of health.

He would have appreciated your visit on other occasions, he would have felt a familiar tingle once he had seen you open the door of his office to greet him with your loving smile, and he would have watched your bright eyes that would light up more and more as the seconds passed, and you watched him, but at that moment all he saw in you was a distraction he didn't want to deal with; he didn't want to be with you at that moment, and he wanted you to leave as soon as possible. You greeted him excitedly, asking about his day, and soon after you started talking about how worried you were that he was so deep in the case that he wasn't even taking care of himself, which you assumed all along and which is why you asked John and Sarah to take care of him while you weren't around; Although your innocence, concern, and dedication to the doctor could be seen as a blessing in most cases, he just wanted you to shut up at that moment, turn around and go home, he just wanted you to understand what his cold look wanted to tell you, but it was not like that.

You didn't understand him, or you didn't want to, and Laszlo took it out on you.

You saw his shoulders tense as you approached him and his desk, this time lowering your tone of voice as you presumed that a new wave of emotional headaches was at work again in his head. You sighed softly and walked around his desk, positioning yourself on one side of him with the intention of easing that pain by massaging his temples. It was when you finally placed one of your delicate hands on top of his, gently stroking the knuckles of his left hand to calm him down and show your support, that you finally saw how the beast he seemed to have kept hidden finally came out to unleash its full wrath on you. He quickly withdrew his hand from yours, surprising you with the movement and causing you to take a step back to give him some space, then raised your head to meet his gaze with yours, his being the one that flashed with feelings of anger and rage that ran through his body and that was impossible to control. He raised his voice at you in a way you didn't expect, ordering you to get out of his office, leaving you completely shocked by what had just happened and by what you had heard. You tried to refute what he had just told you, asking and begging him to let you stay and letting him know that you wouldn't speak anymore if he required it, but then he started to hurt you with the words that you would have least imagined. You had always had certain limitations in learning, you always recognized that obvious fact, and many times you doubted that your intelligence was the same as that of an average person your age, you had even felt bad enough on several occasions to question yourself if it was enough for Laszlo for that small impairment, but it was his words of encouragement, full of affection and always sincere that made those intrusive thoughts disappear, but now he brought out that insecurity to make you see that perhaps your assumptions were correct; He pointed out how stupid you looked around him and how you tried to keep people from seeing that big flaw of yours through the kindness you showed, trying to make witty comments but only making others laugh at how silly you seemed and that The fact that people were so sweet to you was because they found you as silly as a 3-year-old.

In short: Laszlo confirmed your biggest fear.

From the moment the doctor began to bring up that insecurity, placing special emphasis on what others thought of you, you felt how you stopped hearing from one moment to the next. You could perfectly see your fiancé open and close his mouth, and move his hands to express himself more freely, but it was impossible for you to understand what he was saying due to the feeling of sadness and anxiety that had begun to devastate you. You had heard of anxiety attacks, Laszlo had explained them to you after you had had to calm down one of the many children at school who had sought refuge in you the first time he attended the doctor's therapy, and, now if you were suffering it in the same way that young man suffered then, he made you understand that Laszlo was no longer a safe place for you; he was the one who was causing that to you, and you didn't want that to happen again, you refused.

When Laszlo watched you leave with teary eyes, your chest rising and falling at an alarming rate, and your hands slightly trembling, he knew he hadn't been able to protect you the way he wanted. He had failed you.

Now that he was home, remembering those agonizing minutes you'd suffered, he couldn't help but grit his teeth at the rage he felt at himself, letting out a snort to calm the anxiety that had begun to take over him. With his heart in a fist, he began to walk slowly towards the living room while he prayed that you were waiting for him there, just as he had previously imagined when he had entered his house, but it was not like that. Stopping on the threshold that separated the living room from the hall, he made sure that the vibrant colors that were always in that room were just a product of his imagination because now that you weren't there; everything had taken on grayer and sadder colors, only having a small flash of crimson in the small ring that was on the coffee table in front of the sofa that you always occupied to talk about your busy mornings and afternoons, both of you using that precise moment to appreciate to the other in the way you longed for, but now you weren't there, just the reminder that you were once there.

Laszlo realized that he had lost you forever and there would be no way to get you back.

The house felt cold again and as lonely as it had before I met you.

#laszlo kreizler #laszlo #kreizler #laszlo kreizler x reader #laszlo kreizler x you #laszlo kreizler x oc #reader #you #oc #daniel brühl #laszlo kreizler imagine #daniel brühl imagine #the alienist